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Part 16
I’m glad when I finally get out of Logan’s apartment again. Let me tell you, the air there was practically crackling with tension, most of it coming from M and Logan. Not that it surprises me with their situation and everything.
Still, I don’t get why they can’t be friends, or at least behave civilized around each other even if they can’t be together. If they love each other so much, why is there so much animosity between them?
And I guess Alec’s lame attempts at flirting with me didn’t help the situation either. Okay, so maybe they weren’t all that lame, more like, suggestive, but I’d bet Logan and M still could have done without them. M didn’t stop rolling her eyes at us and Logan kept scowling at Alec.
Don’t ask me how it comes that I am as of now on Alec’s motorcycle, heading towards Terminal City with him.
When I left, Alec followed me and the next thing I knew I was plastered against the elevator wall with Alec all over me, kissing and touching and basically ravaging me. And suddenly I’d agreed to coming along to Terminal City.
What the hell?
I blame Alec of course. The man can do the most criminal things with his mouth, and I don’t mean the part where he talked me into going with him.
So I’m a slave to my hormones…so what? Arrest me.
I’m entitled to a little fun after all, aren’t I? And let me tell you, sitting behind Alec on his bike, being pressed against him the way I am now definitely falls into the fun-category.
Speaking of fun, I’m in the mood for having some. And it’s payback time.
My hand, so far at Alec’s waist, slips under his jacket, under his shirt. I run my nails over his stomach, enjoying the feeling of soft, warm skin covering hard muscles, smiling when I feel them clench under my touch.
I take my time to explore his body while moving upwards, then I find one of his nipples and scratch my nails over it. He shivers, and a thrill rushes through my body right down to my toes. I love the power I have over him, over his body, his reactions to my caresses.
My other hand joins the first and soon they’re trailing downwards, rubbing over his legs. He starts shifting around in his seat, and so I scratch my nails up the inner part of his thighs.
I don’t stop when I reach the junction of his legs though, rubbing my hand over his crotch, surprised by his quite prominent arousal.
Did I do that?
I hardly even touched him. For a second I wonder if this might be dangerous, seeing how he’s the one steering the bike, but then I decide that it’s worth the risk. No risk, no fun, right?
All of a sudden Alec takes a sharp turn to the right into a narrow alley, speeds up and a few seconds later stops the bike abruptly. The next thing I know I’m off the bike and pressed against the rough wall, Alec’s mouth on mine, his kiss rough and possessive.
I wonder if I’ll end up with bruises from either the wall or Alec, but somehow I don’t really find myself caring. It would be worth it in any case.
If I’d still have the ability to think I might ask myself how I always manage to end up in this position whenever I’m with Alec, but the way it is, thinking is just not possible anymore.
I’m turned into mush and at the same time feel like I’m on fire. My senses are a bit askew, I can’t see, can’t hear, I only feel. Jesus. How does he do that to me?
My pants are torn open and then Alec’s hand is on me. I’m already aching for his touch, already moaning his name. Fuck, he is good with his hands.
His mouth is fastened to my neck, sucking and biting. I know he’s leaving marks, but even that is thrilling and arousing and more than I can take.
I start trembling, but that only seems to drive him on. I’m panting, gasping, then I have to fight to hold back a scream. Release pulsates through my body, wave after wave crashing over me. My knees turn to jelly and if it weren’t for Alec holding me up I would probably be slipping to the ground as the puddle of mush that I currently am.
But I don’t have any time to recover before Alec’s lips are back on mine, sparking arousal faster than should be possible after what he just did to me.
My hands fumble with the button of his pants, I wrench the zipper down, push the fabric aside. Then he’s in my hand hot and smooth and hard as steel. Thank God that Alec has the sense to don a condom, I’m too far gone to remember that kind of thing. Then I’m lifted up and he fills me in one smooth movement. I’m not sure how this actually works, seeing how my pants are tangled around my legs, barely pushed aside, but who cares?
Alec’s thrusting into me relentlessly, and I’m clinging to him for dear life. I’m dimly aware of my naked buttocks scraping against the brick wall and the fact that we’re in a public place, doing it in broad daylight, but then his lips return to mine and I forget what I was just thinking.
Oh hell.
His mouth leaves mine to trail a rough path down my neck, nipping and sucking and biting. I’m mumbling incoherently, saying something that must probably go in the direction of “harder” and “faster”. At least that’s what I’m thinking.
Then I feel him shiver, and I know he’s on the verge of coming.
His hand slips between our bodies and his thumb flicks over my clit. I start trembling myself, then I feel myself falling, shattering. Something between a gasp and a sob escapes my lips and my head falls forward.
Alec groans as he thrusts into me one last time, then he collapses against me and even though I am currently sandwiched between him and the wall, I’m rather enjoying it. Wait a minute…did I just really think that?
I shift, and Alec lets me slide to the floor. For a moment I think my knees are going to give way, but somehow I manage to stay upright.
I want to move away, put myself together, embarrassed by what just happened here. I mean, we’re in a fucking alley for crying out loud.
True, we’re hidden by an old refrigerator that’s standing here (and I am not going to ponder what that is doing in an alley), but somebody could have come by any moment.
Have we gone insane?
Well, the answer is pretty clear for Alec, but am I going crazy too?
Alec doesn’t let me move away though. He has a lazy smile on his lips while he’s studying me, watching me. Oh hell. I almost blush. Then he smirks. “That was fun,” he says.
I roll my eyes, avoiding looking at him. Then I busy myself straightening my clothes, making sure that everything is where it’s supposed to be and that everything that’s supposed to be covered is covered.
When I’m done, Alec finally takes care of his own cloths. I stalk over to the bike and check my appearance in one of the mirrors.
Oh hell. My face is flushed, my eyes are bright, my hair mused. You just have to take one look at me to know what I was up to.
I comb my fingers through my hair, trying to at least fix that. Then Alec is suddenly behind me, his arms around my waist, his mouth nuzzling my neck. I freeze, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Then I swat at his hands, pull away scowling. “Cut it out,” I tell him.
He just grins at me. “That’s not what you were saying five minutes ago.”
I scowl all the more knowing he is right.
He laughs, then gets back on his bike. “Come on sweetheart, let’s get going.”
Does he have to call me that?
Ten minutes later we’re approaching what must be one of the entrances to Terminal City. Alec doesn’t slow down though, and for a split second I’m sure that we’re gonna crash into the fence or something, but then the gate suddenly slips open just long enough for us to pass through before it closes again.
Terminal City, here we come.
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