WARNING
This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
This should not be read as smut or something erotic because that's NOT the purpose I gave it while writing it. Of course, the reader can interpret it however he/she wants, but I'd like it if you view it using textual evidence that supports whatever claim you deem important.
If chapters like this make you uncomfortable, you can skim through the details, but know that you're missing an important part of Alexa's thought process. This is PART of her dark secret (the best part, though) and reading what she's seeing with so much detail can give you a sense of who she was before Melody's murder.
The details have a purpose. The end of this chapter won't have the same impact if you don't read every word. Try not to judge Alexa too much because she's only human.
Happy reading, loves ♡
34
ALEXA KING
-Past-
Sebastián's summer house
June 28, 2018
10:12 p.m.
THEY MAKE THE ACT of undressing seem effortless and animalistic.
Christopher's hands are roaming her body in a desperate haste, squeezing and groping her breasts and ass. Her hands are also roaming everywhere, feeling him up from his torso to his butt, ending on the bulge that's growing inside of his pants. They're tumbling deeper into the room while doing so, searching their way in the dark before settling in front of the Queen-size bed.
The room is dark, but the moonlight streaming inside through the window that's adjacent to the bed is providing a source of visibility. There's also the dim light coming from the hall, a thin strip of faded orange reflecting on the floor. The gap that Christopher left for me not only allows me to peek inside, it also gives form to the light in this hall. Part of my shadow finds its way in the strip of light, the outline of my puff portraying wild curls that bounce all around the more I peek inside.
One of her heels falls off, making her stumble and move awkwardly, so she shakes her leg to take the other one off. Christopher proceeds to play with her dress strings as he kisses her, his thumbs and forefingers sliding up and down their length. Swiftly, he pulls her golden dress down and leaves it folded mid-torso, her small breasts hanging out. An involuntary smile twitches on my lips --- my breasts are bigger than hers. Then again, maybe that's how he likes them: small breasted with non-existent stomachs, their asses firm enough to have something to grab.
The complete opposite of me. Everything in me is big and grotesque --- my boobs, my ass, my legs, my hair, my lips. I'm too much of everything, never enough or just right. That moment of exhilaration soon deflates, leaving in its wake a familiar feeling. Something's nagging in my chest, the repulse settling in my stomach. I'm not what he's looking for.
Christopher's beautiful blue eyes find their way to me, knocking the breath out of me. A gasp leaves my lips, but the girl doesn't seem to notice. She's too transfixed by him, and I don't blame her. I would give anything to be loved by him for a night, feel his rough hands roaming my body, sense the softness of his lips with my own, touch his whole body to finally know what it's like to desire someone else.
There's no denying it --- I want him all to myself.
Maybe that's why I'm here, crouched down beside the door to their room, my wondering eyes concentrating on an act that's so intimate; private. There's no logical explanation for what I'm doing. My body is in control now --- not my brain, not my heart. It wants to see him in the act to imagine how it would be like. A more accurate representation for when I dream of him and what he can do to my body. But that's all I can do: dream and imagine.
He smiles as he kisses her neck, his mischievous eyes never leaving mine. He lowers to her breasts, his lips kissing each one before taking one of her nipples to his mouth. His tongue glides on the rosy bud, wide and wet. He alternates between both breasts, nibbling on each nipple from time to time, his cheeks then hollowing as he sucks them. All the while, he looks at me and arches an eyebrow as if asking if I like it. My heart starts to beat uncontrollably, the beginning of lust engorging somewhere up my sensitive spot. A hot liquid begins to drip on my panties, as hot as my skin feels at this moment.
Christopher folds the bottom part of her dress up, leaving it strangely folded around her stomach. Without losing eye contact with me, he takes her thong off with a smirk curving on his lips. As he gets on his knees, his smile only broadens. Throwing me a wink, he puts his mouth on her sensitive spot and begins to suck. He's tempting me, I know it.
The girl moans while tilting her head back in pleasure, her fingers brushing through his dirty blonde hair. She pushes his mouth deeper inside until she finds a release. Her whole body shakes as though she's been electrocuted, her hips still grinding against his mouth.
"Fuck," she shouts and bites her bottom lip.
Christopher stands up, wipes the liquid that's on his chin, and kisses her again. All while looking at me, making me squirm on the floor. This weird eye contact we're exchanging makes the moment more sensual and intimate. It feels as though I'm the one there with him --- when he's touching her, I can feel his warm hands around my body; when he kisses her, I can feel his soft lips on mine; when he eats her out, something down there engorges for him. It's like she's not even here with us.
This is between him and me.
When James tries to eat me out, there's never any pleasure or reaction. At least, not what this girl just experienced. Not an earth-shattering, body-trembling, world-going-out-of-focus orgasm. I've never had one of those. They're a myth to me. With James, it just feels awkward and wrong. It's like he doesn't even know what he's doing down there. My clitoris is not so hard to find and yet it seems like an impossibility to him.
In all honesty, I don't care about her at all. To me, she's not here. As I block her out completely, the desperation grows below my stomach. He's still fully clothed, and I'm getting anxious. There's this monster inside of me that wants a release, something to grab onto, something to feed its impure desires.
Finally, after what seems like forever, the girl reaches for the hem of his sweater, revealing the whiteness of his skin and his V-line. I hold my breath, my body trembling from the sight. She lifts his sweater and throws it on the floor, leaving his torso completely exposed. My eyes roam to his lean build --- his toned torso, strong arms, fit pectorals, erect nipples, the V-line that leads to his bulge. He's so beautiful.
The girl kisses his torso, a trail that begins on his pectorals and ends above his protruding bulge. She gets on her knees and unbuckles his pants, pulling them down to reveal a large bulge hiding inside his black boxer shorts. My heart stops for a moment. Holy fuck. I bite my lower lip hard, my breath getting stuck in my throat. If I continue like this, I'm going to die from self-asphyxiation. If that even exists.
There are a few awkward minutes as she tries to take his shoes and jeans off. Christopher continues to observe me, hidden here just so I can see him naked. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even seem bothered by it, and she doesn't notice at all. She's too caught up with him and what they're doing, thinking that it's just the two of them. I stifle a laugh at the thought of this, the darkness inside of me spreading until I'm consumed by it.
Finally, finally, she pulls the waistband of his boxers down and out comes his perfectly erect, enlarged member. It's free, ready to come out and play. I've never seen one so big and long. I tilt my head to the side to have a better look at it, almost pushing my body inside the room. It's white and straight and points up.
My clit engorges even more at the sight of it, legs pressing together to suppress all this wanting. My panties feel drenched by this point and a warmth overtakes the entire area. I'm in heat and in need of a release.
As the girl takes his entire length in her mouth, Christopher smirks at me. Without knowing why, I look away, my heart beating on my chest and pumping on my sensitive area. I close my eyes as I press my back against the wall and try to steady my breathing. What the fuck am I doing? I should leave while I can. But I'm already this far, aren't I? Christopher already saw me, so what do I got to lose?
My desire wins. As soon as I peek inside again, I get trapped in Christopher's intense gaze. He was waiting for me. Why? How did he know that I wouldn't leave?
He's clutching a chunk of her fake hair in his grip, her head moving back and forth more urgently. His blue eyes cloud with lust, lips slightly parted as he looks at me. Grunts leave his lips, making my body tremble and my lower abdomen tingle.
What have I gotten myself into?
She stands up and cleans her lips with the back of her hand. A wide smile appears on her face as she looks at him, but his attention is not on her. It's been on me the whole time. A wide smile stretches on my lips, making him smile. It's different from his usual smirk and the playful twitching of his lips. He's not taunting me in this moment, he's being genuine.
"What are you looking at?" she mumbles, a frown darkening her features. She attempts to look behind, but Christopher takes her by the chin and turns her attention to him. My heart is in my throat, the adrenaline pulsing through my body, making me feel alive.
"Let's fuck," he mumbles, looking at her for the first time.
She giggles, not noticing that his gaze returns to me. "I want to look at you, baby," she whines, putting her arms around his neck. "Let me be on top."
Something in me snaps, turning from lust to anger. My hands ball into tight fists, nails leaving indentations on my flesh. There's a growing pain in my chest and a lump in my throat, the anger turning to sadness. Is it bad that I don't want him to fuck her? Am I entitled for wanting to prevent him from doing so? Am I wrong for feeling so deeply for him when he's not even mine?
He laughs, a deep and sexy sound that ignites something in me again. "As much as I'd love to see you on top, I'm feeling in control tonight," he mumbles, taking her to the bed. "Mind going on all fours?"
She doesn't say anything, just goes on all fours with an urgent excitement. To my dismay, I can see her whole private area, including her butthole. I quickly look at Christopher and concentrate on him.
He tuts, shaking his head. "The other way around."
Instead of facing the wall that's behind the bed, they both face the door. They both face me. He positions her in a way that prevents her from looking at me --- her head pushed to the side on the bed, back arched so low that it appears to be uncomfortable, butt up in the air, legs spread apart. With his teeth, he rips a small package open and puts the condom on.
He spits on his hand and rubs her vagina with it before entering her. A soft, annoying moan escapes her lips. I try to block her constant 'yes', 'just like that', 'harder', 'deeper', 'faster', but she's too fucking loud. Even his grunts are muffled by her whiny voice.
His hands are gripping her hips, steadying his thrusts. He thrusts inside harder and faster, his hips doing different motions, eyes never leaving my curious ones. The slap of skin against skin fills this entire hall, a wet sound following close behind. There's mischief swimming in those blue eyes of him, a glint that taunts me to do something. I don't know what that something is, but I want to find out.
Something in me wants to be filled with something he can only provide. It's like an itch I need to scratch, a wild and animalistic instinct. Before I can act out on my impulses, I hear someone giggle and recognize it almost immediately. It's Melody. I snap my head to the side and come face to face with her. Some guy is leading her to the room that's next to this one, but I can't see him at all. Only his outstretched hand holding Melody's.
Fuck. How embarrassing. I'm never hearing the end of this with her. To my surprise, she winks at me and puts a finger on her lips. She'll keep my secret if I keep hers. I nod, a smile appearing on both our faces before she disappears inside the room.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he shouts, going faster, deeper. As he leans forward, he grunts louder. "Oh fuck, Alexa, you feel so good!"
My eyes grow wide, mouth hanging open. Did he just call her Alexa? There's a fluttering in my stomach, and I feel on fire. A combination of lust and love. He doesn't seem to notice as he collapses on her back and then on the bed, looking visibly relaxed after he finds his release. She looks pissed, though. If you ask me, she looked like she was about to have her second orgasm at the time that he was having his first one. But when my name came out of his lips, it completely killed it.
Giddy grows in my stomach and the adrenaline is once again ignited. Does he want me as much as I want him? Is it even possible? Oh God, Christopher just said my name while fucking someone else.
They're breathing hard now, chests inflating and deflating rhythmically. He looks tired and out of breath, his skin all red and glistening with sweat. He's so freaking beautiful. I have this strong urge to jump his bones, fuck his brains out.
"Who is Alexa?" she mumbles between breaths, her gaze never leaving the ceiling.
Shit.
"Huh?" he says, looking at her as if noticing her existence for the first time tonight. He shakes his head and closes his eyes, a boy just waking up from a wet dream. Was I his protagonist?
"Alexa." She repeats my name a little louder, and I almost think she's calling me. There's contempt in her voice, an anger that is directed to him, not me. "You said her fucking name when you came inside of me."
"I did?" he says, looking at me with a boyish grin. Strands of his blonde hair stick to his forehead, giving him a more disheveled look.
"You think this is funny?" she spats, turning to him. "You were fucking me, not whoever Alexa is."
The way she says this, with an undertone of pain and embarrassment in her voice, makes me feel bad and dirty. Given, I didn't do anything for him to say my name during such an intimate moment, but it's still sad to witness. If he were fucking me, I wouldn't like it if he called me by another girl's name. I would feel used and unworthy.
"Right," he mutters, sitting up on the bed. "Alexa's just a friend. I don't know why I said her name."
Just a friend. I let his words sink in. They're like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the fire that's burning with lust for him.
She snorts. "What kind of friend, hm? A friend you obviously wanna fuck."
He rolls his eyes, but she doesn't see it. "No, not at all," he says, standing up to stretch. "I guess I'm worried 'bout her, that's all. She's with this douche who wants nothing from her besides sex."
He emphasizes on 'douche', saying it loud enough for me to hear. How does he know about James? In any case, I don't even care if he only wants me for sex because I'm not giving it to him. I'm just trying to forget Christopher with him, but it's obviously not working.
"Really? Do you promise?" she mumbles in that whiny voice of hers, sitting up on the bed. "'Cause that was the best sex I've had in my life. It felt like you were making love to me. You didn't stick it for your own pleasure. You made love to me."
She sounds grateful, almost on the verge of actual tears. Happy tears.
"Uh-huh," Christopher says, collecting his clothes from the floor. He dresses quickly, hiding his beautiful body from the both of us, and arches his eyebrows up at me.
"Where are you going?" She whines, huffing.
He rolls his eyes and passes a hand through his hair. "To get us some snacks and drinks. I'm starving."
Her worry turns into mirth. "Me too!" she says, a nervous laugh making her whole body shake. "I saw some Oreos in the fridge and a bottle of vodka hidden behind the beers."
Should I take this as an opportunity to leave? Christopher is coming out in any second, and I don't want to confront him after what I just did. Something he watched and allowed me to do. We're both at fault. My hormones are all over the place, preventing me from thinking clearly. What am I going to do with all this wanting, desire, lust?
"Bring chips, too!"
"Um-hum."
Before I can decide, Christopher comes out of the room and closes the door behind him. He leans on the door frame with his arms folded on his chest, a smirk on his face as he looks down at me. His blue eyes are still glinting with mischief and there's still lust clouding them. The smirk curves into a full-blown smile, showing his almost perfect set of teeth. He's amused by me, I can tell. The way he's looking at me, as if I've done something I shouldn't have but still something pleasurable, makes me quiver.
"Christopher," I whisper, my voice breathless even though I wasn't the one having sex. "I didn't see --- I didn't mean to see... I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" He smiles, the amusement evident in his voice. "You meant to. Why else would you've stayed?"
I get teary-eyed, my cheeks feeling hot from the embarrassment. Reality soon settles in. Whatever made me invade his privacy in the most disgusting of ways is gone now and, in its wake, guilt settles in. Curiosity won the best of me. It didn't feel wrong in the moment.
"I'm sorry." My bottom lip quivers as I stand up, ready to leave. I'm such an idiot. "I should go."
He places a hand on my stomach ---something bursting, exploding, fluttering inside of it --- and softly pushes me against the wall. The hand that pinned me to the wall rests on my hip, the other right beside my head, against the wall. My heart is beating so fucking hard now. I look between his eyes, feeling small and delicate below him. His body is obstructing my path and preventing me from seeing anything beyond him, but I don't mind. Having him like this, so close to me, ignites my passion.
"Why? Are you ashamed 'bout liking what you saw? Didn't you like the sight of me naked?" He gets closer to me, so close that I can smell lavender and honeydew mixed with musky nicotine. The scent of sex also lingers on his body, faint and distant, but still awakening my senses. "'Cause I definitely liked the sight of you watching me."
I blink several times, before understanding what he's saying. "You what?"
"What can I say?" He shrugs, brushing his lips against mine. "Got me all horny and shit."
I breathe a soft moan on his lips. "What about her?"
My heart is beating faster. What does this mean? What does this mean? What does this mean?
Before I can lean closer to capture his lips with mine, he leans back and arches an eyebrow. "What about her?"
"Isn't she waiting for you?"
He snorts, then laughs. "No. I just said that to get her off my back."
I frown, folding my arms over my breasts. "So, you just fucked and dumped her?"
"I'm not interested in her."
"It didn't seem that way a few minutes ago," I say, failing to hide my jealousy.
He leans closer to me again, planting a warm kiss on my jaw before settling next to my ear. "I thought of you the whole time I was with her," he whispers, shrugging. "But I figured, it's not the same thing if it's not the real thing."
My body trembles against his touch and breath. Something engorges down there, below my abdomen. It's quivering and pounding as if it has a life of its own. "What does that mean?"
A mischievous smile curves on his lips as he caresses the abundant swell of my breasts and plays with my crop top strings. "It means I want you. Right here, right now," he whispers, wrapping a loose curl around his forefinger. "If imagining that I'm fucking the shit out of you feels that great, imagine what it must feel like to actually fuck you."
I gulp. "But-But you-you just had se-sex. How..."
He presses his body against my own, pushing his pelvic region closer to my sensitive area so I can feel his growing bulge. I gasp, my eyes growing wide with excitement.
"Do you trust me?" he says, extending his hand to me.
I nod, biting my lower lip.
He takes my hand, our fingers interlacing, and it feels so right. Him and I feel so right, like puzzle pieces that are needed to create a whole image. One can't be without the other. My whole body is a quivering mess, and although I'm afraid of what's going to happen next, my happiness and lust prove to be stronger.
I'm euphoric, exhilarated, extremely horny and in love. Christopher leads me to darkness and I follow him blindly.
•Word count: 3,667•
Here's chapter 34!!!! I know I put a warning in the beginning of the chapter, but I'm scared to read your reactions.
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