A/N: Smut warning
Angelo
I'm freaking out. There's only one thing to blame.
Icky Numbers.
I despise numbers. My biggest weakness in the entire world is maths. Hatred for it burns deep within me. It probably originated from the fact a teacher humiliated me when I got a sum wrong. I was only seven! Lets just say my papa fought for me, after that day she never even looked in my direction.
Anyway my daily breakdown today is because of the speakeasy accounts. All my papers and laptop are sprawled across my bed, resembling the state of my confused brain. These numbers don't make any sense. I definitely need to hire an accountant.
It's taken a tortuous couple of hours to make sense of but my brain can't take anymore. I quickly put all my work away in the correct cabinets.
I proceed to lay down on my bed with the sole intention of giving myself a reward. Maybe scrolling through my phone for a couple of hours.
No new calls
It's expected. I don't really know anyone here. Mika apparently doesn't have a phone which was shocking at first. I prodded him further and he claimed it was because he hates social interaction. My brain wouldn't allow me to believe it but I didn't press him further.
I'm sure he'll open up more eventually.
Anyway, I made the mistake of giving Aleksander my number. I definitely should have took his instead. A couple days have passed and he still hasn't called. It makes me wonder whether he's all talk and no action.
What if he's gone back to his ex? I find myself pouting at that. He can't just lead me on and leave me. That isn't right. Yikes I sound really desperate. I can't help it, I haven't felt warmth of another for such a long time.
I've been secretly hoping for a call or even a message from Aleksander. I don't exactly know my reasoning . I've lost all brain power regarding that man.
Maybe it's the way he touches me.
My thigh has never received that much attention before. It felt hot and wondrous. I desperately wanted him to explore further. In that moment my tongue desperately craved to whisper the words...
Touch me more.
But my brain ruins everything. Every damn time.
My parents have always taught me that sex is a beautiful and loving thing with consent. I don't know if it's weird to say I miss it. The touches, kisses and warmth.
Those things could easily be within my palm. All I have to say is yes but why is it so hard to open myself up again. To allow someone to try to touch my heart.
My poor fragile heart.
It's been working overtime, ever since meeting Aleksandr.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He's finally calling me. I can't help but smile, in a room by myself. Never in a million years would I have predicted these new emotions. It's creepy but I don't care at all. Showing absolutely no hesitation, I answer straight away.
I'm laying on my stomach, elbows firmly on the bed as I cup my cheeks. Patiently waiting for him to speak first.
His voice is chirpy as he greets me, " Hey Angel, how are you?"
"Don't hey me! You didn't call," I angrily point out.
I hear him release a shaky breath, clearly struggling on what to tell me. "Something important came up."
"Important?" I question swinging my feet in the air. You couldn't miss the hint of interrogation in my tone. I really want to know what this important thing is.
He could have at least texted me.
"Yes, but don't worry. I thought about you the entire time," he gently reassures me like I'm the most delicate thing in the world. Almost as if I'm a small flower and without reassurance and care, I'll get blown away in the wind.
His pretty words are not good for me at all. The reply is something I would've never expected but secretly my heart feels content.
I can't stop my emotions from escaping me. They trickle out like the clouds crying happy tears. I start rolling around on my bed, tangling myself in the silky sheets. A vague mix of relief and happiness overtakes me. Very strange indeed.
He carries on as my smile grows to the size of the moon, " So...how have you been?"
My pettiness from him not calling doesn't allow me to answer properly. "I was doing great until you called, any updates?"
I can easily imagine his annoyingly handsome face lit up with a smirk. Seeing him would be great, but just hearing his husky voice through the phone sends chills right up my spine. The electrifying and exhilarating ones that you desperately want more of. That you helplessly dream of everyday. That you hopelessly search for all your life. I've found a person that has no problem giving me them.
He replies, "Straight to the point. I like it."
"Stop messing around Aleksandr! What are you doing right now?" I snap at him, genuinely feeling curious about what he's doing.
The next words that leave his mouth leave me unable to string a sentence together.
"Imagining you naked."
An arrow to the heart, right there
"In the middle of my bed."
I couldn't help but close my legs
"My fingers running gently down your body."
I could've told him to stop but I didn't want to.
The silly thing is I'm actually imagining it. I wonder what his room looks like? How would he look at me? What would his touch feel like?
"Are you alone my sweet Angel?" he questions in a dominate way that has me desperately squirming. At this rate I'm ice and he's the serene fire of the sun. Melting me, burning me and most of all possessing every inch of my mind.
I reply instantly, "Yes."
Curiosity to see his next action becomes my fuel.
A confident yet wicked chuckle escapes him. Such a small action but it has big consequences for me. My stomach starts doing somersaults. The poor thing could actually win a gold medal at this point. I despise how easy being sexy is for him and how needy he makes me. I've never been this way. It isn't fair at all.
Another cruelty is that he pauses after each sentence. Maybe it's to let the true power of his words sink in. Nevertheless, the waiting is killing me softly. For some unknown reason, I feel like I can trust him.
"Good, take of all your clothes."
Finally!
I quickly obey his order and strip all my body of restrictive material. I'm naked and vulnerable, it feels strangely freeing. Tossing them to a side, I mumble, "w..what..next?"
"Don't get all shy now sweetness.. if you want to stop just say the word."
"S..stupid. I asked what next so obviously I want to continue."
"Haha okay, your fiestines sure does rile me up. Are you all naked? No underwear as well?"
"Yes."
"Good. I want you to touch your nipples gently. Imagine it's my hand, giving you small pinches and slow twisting each one."
I imagine it. Maybe a little too much, it feels strangely real. His large hands curiously exploding my chest. Gentle caresses. Almost like a explorer searching for unknown treasure. The slight pain at first mixes with intense pleasure.
I can't help but let a out a needy moan. It's loud and high pitched. Embarrassment overtakes me like unexpected rain on a summers day. My saving grace is the fact Aleksander's breathing quickens. There's something deeply mind numbing and therapeutic about the sounds he's making. For one they turn me on to the max. But I also get delight from knowing I have that affect on him.
Broken little old me.
My smugness is reaching for the stars right now. But unfortunately there's no time to gloat. I want more from him like a desperate craving. Maybe I've actually been starved all my life, only just getting to taste heaven.
Before I get a chance to ask, he carries on.
" My hand is now caressing your thighs angel. They're so fucking sexy angel, thick and beautiful. Remember Monday when my fingers got lost in the silky softness. If only I could've gotten rid of the pesky layer of clothes."
"Mmm," I drowsily agree with him. At this point I'm too far gone to form coherent sentences. Completely lost in an ocean of desire to think about my actions. Too deep in the flames of pleasure to give snappy responses.
"Stop."
I comply straight away, secretly loving he's taking charge. Not that I'd ever tell him. I'm taking that to my grave.
Aleksander continues, " My hands are trailing down your stomach, lower and lower. Until I reach your dick."
The heat that I feel right now could rival the Sahara desert. Not to mention how hard I am. I'm putty in his annoyingly attractive hands. I don't mind at all.
"I'm gently using my fingers to give you long strokes. Up and down."
As I palm myself, all I can think about is him. It's all consuming. I roll my hips with the one image ingrained in my mind. That he's holding me tightly from behind. My efforts to contain my moans are absolutely futile. They're ringing across the room like church bells. My clarity is that he's just as loud.
"Ahhhhhhh," a strained moan escapes me as I almost reach my climax.
I instantly feel compelled to let him know. "I can't hold on much longer."
"You will," he demands and the pleasure I feel is truly soul destroying.
"My strokes are getting faster and faster."
At this point, my panting is uncontrollable. The pressure at the bottom of my belly is bubbling. I'm a a squirming sweaty mess.
"Come for me, pretty boy" he commands in a smooth tone that has me seeing stars. I comply straight away.
My final scream after his torturous teasing is ear piercing. It gives me ultimate bliss and I swear I feel like I'm floating. A deep airy feeling takes over my mind and body. As light as the fluffy soft clouds in the sky.
After savouring my sweet release, my head finally takes charge. Thinking about the consequences for my actions. Maybe a little too late.
What have I done?
"Ang-"
I don't let him speak, ending the call straight away.
Laying in my mess of a bed, I can't help but look back at my past. These type of reckless feelings put me through hell. I swore to never put myself in that type of vulnerable position again.
So why am I breaking all my vows for one man named Aleksander? No matter how hard I think about it, no answer is clear.
All I do know is...that I need to clean up my mess and a big glass of wine.
A/N:
Had this chapter done a couple days ago but my perfectionist self kept adding and adding.
Anyway, what do you think will happen next?
Next chapter is called unexpected visitor!! Theories?
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