Sweet, a short story by alis.barr. Date added: 2012-07-04. Times viewed: 3452.
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- Intro: Trying a second part to the Alex and Kit saga started in "Guilty". Let me know what you think!
- I hate flying. I hate it I hate it I hate it. My stomach is churning, and I am gripping the arm rests of my seat tightly enough that my knuckles are white. The young woman in her snug little blue uniform finally notices the sweat beading my forehead, or possibly the wild, rolling look to my eyes, and comes over.
“Is something wrong ma'am?” she asks smoothly. I shake my head wordlessly, afraid to open my mouth, and she leaves again, only to return a minute later with a glass of ice water. She crouches in the aisle of the First Class cabin, and hands me the glass. The plane is rattling like it's about to come apart, but she seems completely unfazed. “Here, take a drink, and then a deep breath.” she murmurs. “We'll be landing within the hour.” I nod my thanks, and drink the ice water in tiny sips. Then I close my eyes and put the empty glass against my heated forehead. I still don't know how Alex managed to talk me into this. That's my boyfriend of a year and some change. Alex Lance, the younger of two partners at Skyline Law Firm, and the meaner of the two as well. He's tall and well built, and what any red blooded woman you cared to ask would call ruggedly handsome with dark hair and ice blue eyes that can smolder with passion when they're not coldly cutting right through somebody. Yeah, he's a little rough around the edges, but I do love him.
We land on the tropical island the plane was headed for, and I can feel my knees shaking as I finally hit solid land. The sun is shining brightly, adding to the almost sticky heat of the day. God this place is humid. I hurry into the air conditioned comfort of the main building, and instantly all the stress of the flight washes away as I catch sight of my own personal god standing at the gate in his usual stance of indifference, dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt. He's got his arms folded, acting like he doesn't give a shit, and yet he still manages to completely own an impressive amount of the space around him. His blue eyes land on me, and a smile cracks his face as he swings into motion, gliding over to meet me with a hug. I cling to him a little, burying my face in his tee shirt to inhale the familiar faint cologne he wears.
“How was your flight?” he asks.
“Miserable!” I moan, still pressed against his chest, and I feel a chuckle rumble through him. I look up, and accept the kiss he plants on me.
“Relax Kit, you're on vacation.” he says, putting a casual arm around my shoulders as we head for the baggage claim. He's been here for a week already, on business, he told me. It didn't faze me, he's usually vague like that, though we're working on it. He picks up my suitcase for me, and we head back out into the humidity that is already starting to make my red-gold curls frizzy. While he drives his sleek black rental car out onto the main road, I flip down the mirror in the sun shield, and a small sound of dismay slips from me. I look like hell. Mascara is smudged underneath my hazel eyes, and I’m all sweaty. My hair is standing out at three different angles even with the ponytail I’ve pulled it into. Definitely need a shower when I get to the hotel.
“You should have just pretended you didn't know me and gone the other direction.” I mutter as I try to fix myself as best I can with my fingers.
“Probably.” he agrees. Always blunt, my Alex. I catch the corner of his teasing smile from the corner of my eye, and scowl at him. “Kit, you look fine. I know you don't like to fly. But it's beautiful here, and I thought you might enjoy it.” I flip the mirror back up, giving myself up as a lost cause, and smile at him.
“I'm here aren't I?” He tips his head to concede my point, a faint smile playing over his face.
The hotel we park at is one of those ridiculously fancy resorts that only very rich people can afford. Alex makes good money, and I mean really good money, but I’m still aware of how much of a dent this is going to put in his paycheck. He escorts me through a lobby full of gleaming marble floors and white pillars and a fountain in the corner, down a hall towards several sets of elevators. This place has got to have ten floors at least. As we're waiting, something suddenly catches my eye. I wander away from Alex while his back is turned, and come to a stop in front of the large portrait in a gilt frame. The man in the picture holds an unmistakeable resemblance to my boyfriend, but more than that it's the eyes.
“Oh Lord.” I hear Alex mutter, then he has a hand on my arm and is dragging me towards the elevator. I look up at him accusingly, and he puts a finger to my lips. “Yes, my family owns this resort. No, I didn't tell you, but would you have come otherwise? My family wants to meet you, and what my father wants, he gets, one way or another. So rather than have him show up at the cabin, I decided to bring you here and meet him on his own turf.” he explains.
“I thought you said you grew up in Montana?” I say when he finally let's my mouth go.
“Yes. He owns a lot of land down there.” he nods, and I shake my head a little, rubbing my forehead as the elevator dings. The room he takes me to is nicer than most houses I’ve been in, with plush blue carpeting, cream colored walls, and a large bed with blue sheets that are slightly rumpled. Alex has OCD, so usually things have to be in a precise order, but bed making is the only place he slips. Not that I mind. Since he cooks and cleans, and won't let me near either chore, I feel a little useless sometimes. I wander out to the balcony, feeling a warm breeze reward my presence. Off in the near distance I can see the ocean, gleaming a perfect cerulean blue against the sandy white beach. The resort is built in the shape of a horseshoe almost, and we're on the inner curve, so I can see a courtyard dotted with flowers and light-strung palm trees below us. A small path meanders down to the beach, where there is a wide deck set up with chairs and tables next to a waterfront restaurant. Alex joins me, wrapping his arms around my waist and sweeping my hair out of the way to kiss my neck, and remind me that we haven't seen each other in a week. I cock my head to let him have better access, rubbing my butt against the front of his jeans where I know his cock is starting to harden.
“Alex. Alex!” I suddenly stop him, and turn around. “I'm sorry baby but I really need a shower.”
“Fair enough.” he agrees, and before I can do much more than squeal, he picks me up like I weigh nothing and heads for the bathroom, a pristine affair done in white. The tub in one corner is almost the size of a hot tub, while the shower could probably fit three or four people with ease. While the water heats up my lips fit against his, mouth opening to let him explore with his tongue while he presses me back against the sink and starts pulling my shirt up from where it was tucked into my jean shorts. With familiar movements we undress each other, and in that short space of time my body has kicked into overdrive. Abruptly our kisses grow more urgent as I run my hands over his hard body, wanting him inside me right now. He backs me up into the shower, and guides my hands up to grasp the head of the shower. Then he's on his knees, nudging my legs wider until he can lean in to explore my bare flesh. I feel my pussy lips part, and moan as his tongue slides over my intimate flesh. My eyes drift closed, and I lean my head back, enjoying the way he goes at it like he hasn't eaten in a month. His mouth is everywhere, one minute at my drenched opening, the next at the tight bud of my clit. As fun as this is, though, my pussy is throbbing eagerly, and his tongue is not the part of his body I want inside me. I pull him up, and curl my hand around his thick shaft, starting to stroke to get him warmed up, not that he needs it, if the pulsing length in my hand is telling me anything. He groans a little in the back of his throat, and bites my neck, pulling me against him. My feet leave the floor, and then his cock is seeking entrance, pushing inside me slowly enough that I arch my back and whimper in frustration. God he fills me so good. Every inch of my pussy is stretched tight, but I love it. My eyes meet his, and for once all I see is Alex. His hips start to rock, thrusting in and out of me, and I keep our eyes locked. Gentle sex is rare with us. He hurts me, uses me until I’m screaming and cussing at him to stop, pushes my limits to the very edge...and I do the same thing right back to him. His tempo increases, and he dips to kiss my neck, no teeth this time. Somehow it's more erotic than when he draws blood, though that makes me come until I see stars. Some would say that we are dysfunctional, but I don't see it like that. I love that he trusts me enough to let his inner demons out, knowing it won't scare me off. My arms tighten on him, and I bite his shoulder, gently, just working the skin between my teeth. He growls, and his thrusts take on a new force the way I hoped they would. My nails rake down his back, lightly enough not to score him like I’ve done in the past, and I can feel my pussy starting to tighten as friction rolls over me. So close...I whimper his name, writhing frantically against him, and he slides a hand between us to tweak my clit until I hit the brick wall of my orgasm at full force, shattering and coming undone in his arms as he pumps into me, his own body caught in the same tidal wave of pleasure.
A few minutes later, I am toweling my hair dry when I realize he's staring at me. Covering my naked body with my towel, I make my eyes all wide and big.
“Oh no! Don't look at me naked!” He snorts in amusement and I drop the towel again, rooting around in my bag to find clean panties, slipping them on. “So, not even commenting on the fact that you totally tricked me into coming here, did you have a plan?” I ask, sliding my bra straps over my pale shoulders. I really need to work on my tan more. He hooks the back for me, and kisses a freckle on my shoulder.
“Enjoy your vacation. You're too uptight.”
“You of all people should know that I’m not.” I reply, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. He takes the shirt out of my hands, and picks up a sundress instead.
“I haven't seen this one, put it on.” he commands, typical Alex, and I face him with a stubborn look.
“What's the magic word?” His eyes flare dangerously, and he brings his face a bare inch away from mine, making my heart pound and my pussy start to throb. This is the Alex I’m used to, half feral and oh so sexy.
“Now.” he breathes, and I swallow hard, fighting the urge to pull him back on the bed and let him fuck me like an animal.
“All that over a dress?” I say tartly once he's retreated a little, breaking the spell he seems to hold over me. But I put it on, silky soft cotton that hugs my every curve, with a flirty skirt that swishes around the middle of my thighs and no sleeves. The front dips low enough to just show a hint of cleavage. It is his favorite color of green. “I was going to surprise you with it, saw it on the last shopping trip with Raelene and thought you'd like it.” I twirl a little for inspection, and he spins me right into his arms to kiss me hard on the mouth.
“I love it.” he says, brushing my hair back and tracing my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Now, you hungry?”
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