Erotic love - Alex and Sarah - Part Five (Final), a short story by NicciDesire. Date added: 2012-08-10. Times viewed: 3359.
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- Intro: she felt the cold steel of the 9mm pressed against her hand.
Simon
“Pick up Alex, come on, pick up your phone,” Simon was standing in the street in front of Alex’s apartment. He had already tried calling him every minute for the past half-hour, but to no avail. Alex was obviously not home. Simon’s sense of panic was escalating. He ran his fingers through his curly blond hair and sat down on the porch, piecing all the facts together.
A stranger looking for Alex, showing up at his apartment twice in 24 hours, the stranger’s foreign accent and then Alex Green himself. Simon knew about Mr. Green’s plan to marry Alex off to the highest bidder. It was insane is what it was, but Mr. Green was adamant. All that drivel about tradition and such. Simon couldn’t think how the stranger could have anything to do with that, according to Alex his father would just stuff him in a plane and that would be that. No warning, no goodbyes. Mr. Green claimed it was better to make a clean cut. “Such bullshit!” Simon said into the night and got in his car. He had to find Alex.
He didn’t particularly enjoy being in Alex’s parents’ house, but desperate times called for bearing your best friend’s parents.
Once Simon arrived before the colossal gates, he realised that he was crashing a party of some sort. He groaned, but decided to go around the house and hopefully skip the main party area. He was doubtful that Alex would be here; he hated these kinds of things. But this was his last resort. Simon knew nothing of this mystery girl that Alex was hanging out with, so that was a dead end too.
Simon parked his car and gestured to the attendants that he was going around the house. They smiled at him. Good thing they know me. He knew the house pretty well, he had been coming here since the first day Alex had. He and Alex had been friends their whole lives, so Simon had decided to enrol in college here. Now it’s biting me in the ass. Spies and rescue missions!
As Simon rounded the side of the house he saw Alex. And a vision of beauty. Ok, now I get it, I would spend all of my time with that too! Interestingly, the girl was zipping up her dress. Ah, Alex, what else can we expect?
Simon stepped out of the shadows and greeted them both, “Good evening Alex and his lady friend,” Simon made a teasing bow and relished the shock on their faces. He laughed, “Don’t stress, I only just arrived.” Alex relaxed visibly, “Hi Si, what the hell are you doing here? Sarah, meet Simon. Simon, this is Sarah. The woman I love,” Simon faltered, the woman he what? The girl blushed and Simon was transfixed by her green eyes, he swallowed, “Well, hello Sarah. Woman Alex loves,” She blushed even more. Damn, I might just keep doing that to see her blush, she’s hot! “Hi Simon, I’ve heard much about you. It’s good to meet you.” He shook her hand and she spoke again, “I’m going to go freshen up, I’ll see you guys back at the party,” she kissed Alex and made her exit.
Simon whistled, “Jeez man, where have you been hiding her? She is gorgeous!” Alex smiled like a sick puppy, “Indeed she is, my friend. But she’s mine. Don’t even think of trying any of your normal tricks on her. She’s special,” Alex sighed and Simon restrained himself from gagging, “Ok, ok, enough of this love stuff. I’m here on important business.”
Ten minutes later Simon and Alex were seated in the bar of the guest house. Alex looked tense. “I need to find out who this guy is Si, I can’t just run away. I’ll face him. Tomorrow at football practice, I’ll be there.” Alex seemed determined, but Simon wasn’t convinced, “What if this guy is dangerous, man? What if he kidnaps you!” “If he wanted to kidnap me or hurt me, he would’ve either killed or taken you.” That didn’t make Simon feel any better, but it did make sense. Alex continued, “So I have to presume there is some other reason this guys is looking for me. The only way to find out is to ask him. Don’t worry Si, it will be fine,” Simon nodded, “Tell your face that Alex. I got to go; I’ll see you at football practice tomorrow.” Simon hugged Alex and left him with his drink.
On his way to his car he came across Mrs. Green.”Simon! Hi, how nice to see you,” Simon smiled as warmly as he could, “Hi Evita, how are you?” She moved closer, “Simon, I hear you came to see my son. Anything important on your mind?” Simon gulped. It was hard lying to Evita Green, “No. Just haven’t seen him in a while.” “Simon. I know you, well. What has you so worked up that you would come to my house, which I know you don’t like doing, just to see Alex? I know it’s something, so save both of us some time by just coming out with it.” She stared him down and Simon broke. He told her all about the man with the accent. She seemed relieved for some reason. Crazy family. “Thanks Simon, I appreciate your honesty. Now run along,” Just like that Evita Green dismissed him.
Alex
The next morning dawned way too soon. His night with Sarah was amazing. They had stayed up extremely late talking and doing other amazingly sexual stuff. Alex sighed. Now it was day.
They took a shower together, which considerably brightened his mood, and joined his mom for breakfast. Sarah hadn’t met his father yet and he hoped it stayed that way, at least for now.
“Morning children! I hope you slept well,” his mother looked immaculate as ever. It made Sarah in her jeans look like a country girl, he loved it. A needed break in all the farce and glamour.
“In fact, we did mom. The party was great last night, what time did the last guests leave?” Alex took a bite of his toast and poured some coffee for Sarah. She took it with a shy smile. “Around eleven I think, I don’t really care. I found it exceedingly boring and overdone. That wasn’t a dinner party! It was a bloody wedding reception.” Evita sipped her tea and Alex sighed, “I agree.” “I knew you would. I know you, you know,” his mom laughed and winked at him, and that she did. His mother could read him like an open book.
“So listen, son. We need to talk. I assume from the way you obviously feel about Sarah that you have told her about the Belay debacle?” Alex froze. His mother saw. “Maybe not? But that’s what we need to talk about. So make your choice.”
Alex’s heart rate hit the roof. No! Not this. This would be the end of his normal “bubble” that he had with Sarah. It would most probably be the end.
“Mother, for heaven’s sake! Why do you do this? Why now?” He glared at his mother and felt Sarah shift. “What Belay debacle?” she asked. Alex swallowed, willing himself to gather courage and face the next steps.
“You mean the thing about you being married off to some random princess who lives across the sea?” Sarah said. Alex did a double take, “You know? Why didn’t you say anything?” he felt himself slowly relax. She hasn’t run away, she hasn’t freaked out. Yet.
“After being blindsided by not realising what your name meant, I dug up everything I could find. I didn’t believe the Belaysian princess story, I thought it gossip. Obviously I was wrong.” Sarah looked down and continued eating.
“You two can sort out whatever this means for your relationship, later. For now, we need to talk.” Evita pulled out a note and handed it to Alex. Alex looked at his mom after reading the note.
“What does this mean?” “It means that your father and Ischak Beltam are meeting soon. It means that your father has decided his patience is used up regarding your studies. He will be sending you off to Belay within a year. Or, at least that is what he tells me. But my spies say otherwise. They say two months.” His mother looked at him and he could see the sadness in her eyes.
“You spy on dad? That’s just, well, that’s just what you’d expect from the Greens, isn’t it?” He took a deep breath. He needed to think.
“Mom, I’m going to take a drive. Sarah has a thing later, so she can hang with you for breakfast.”
He kissed Sarah on the cheek and walked off.
Life is so fucking unfair.
Sarah.
This was it. The punch line of the cosmic joke she had been living the past few days. My prince is betrothed to another princess. She had a knack for melodrama when the occasion arose.
But Sarah did not despair. Not yet anyway. She could read something in Mrs. Green’s posture. She and Alex had very similar expressions. This was a woman with a plan, a plan that had already been set in motion, if Sarah wasn’t mistaken.
“So Evita, are you going to tell me why you just manipulated my boyfriend into leaving?” My boyfriend? Was that even what he was? god, I must be insane.
Evita looked shocked. “Whatever do you mean Sarah?” “Ah, come on Mrs. Green. That was an easy one. You gauged everything by my reaction to your Belay remark. When you saw I was calm and that I probably knew, you proceeded to alarm Alex so much that he wanted to leave. The question is why? What role am I to play in your plans?”
Evita looked Sarah straight in the eyes, which was a little unnerving, “Fine. I’ll be frank with you. I have a plan. A plan to prevent this catastrophic marriage from ever occurring. I have the help of the princess’s mother, Rosa Beltam. She is flying in today.” Evita downed her tea; this was obviously taxing on her.
Sarah softened her voice, “Ok, what do you need from me?” Evita’s face again registered surprise, “You’re willing to help? Just like that? No bribery, no blackmail?” Sarah laughed and then realised that the woman was serious, “What? No! Of course not, why would you think that?” She’s crazy, that’s why. “I’m sorry. I’m just so used to people who don’t do anything for any reason other than personal gain. Sarah, you are like a breeze on a hot day.” Sarah blinked. Ok? They all speak like this, it’s not just Alex.
“I need you to keep Alex busy tonight,” Evita winked at her and Sarah blushed, “keep him away from his apartment and away from this house, you understand?”
Sarah nodded. She understood, translation: Keep your super-sexy-rich-sex-god man for yourself tonight, wink wink.
“And another thing,” the sex-god’s mother continued. Snap out of it! “There is a man looking for Alex. I don’t know who he is or who he works for. I’d prefer if Alex did not speak with this man, he might be dangerous.” Sarah nodded, “Ok, I will keep an eye on all of that as soon as I can. For now I have class. Thanks for breakfast Mrs. Green”
“It’s Evita.”
Alex.
Sweating from the exertion of football practice, Alex wiped his face with a towel. He had needed that. He had worked out most of his frustration on the field. Now his mind was clear and he knew what he had to do. I will refuse, even with my last breath. Alex knew this was not the easy road to take; it would be a cataclysmic confrontation with his father. Alex would probably end up being disowned, but he didn’t care. This was his life, not some insignificant business deal.
As Alex left the locker room, Simon pointed out a man standing on the far-side of the field. The man was wearing a long coat and a grey hat. He had a dark complexion. Alex breathed in deeply and started out in the direction of the man. In the same moment he could spot Sarah walking up to him.
His heart soared. He hadn’t yet given himself time to think of Sarah and what her reaction may be to all of this. But that didn’t seem to matter, here she was.
“Hi gorgeous, how was your day?” He gave her a peck on the cheek; he was sweaty and didn’t want to influence her delicious smell. “My day was good, productive. We need to talk Alex, preferably after you’ve had a shower,” She wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. “Hi Simon. Good to see you again,” Simon faltered, he loved seeing his friend so unnerved by a woman, “Hi Sarah. Yeah, hope to see you again soon, I have to run. Cheers Alex, phone me!” Simon ran off in the direction of his car. “Listen Alex, there’s this guy following you, your mother told me about him,”
“My mother? How does she know about it? Anyway, I was just going to confront him and,” The man was gone.
“No Alex, this guy can be dangerous. He could stuff you in a trunk and ship you off to Belay. I think we should avoid this man at all cost.” He could see the concern in her green eyes. She did make sense.
“How about we talk in the car on the way to the shower?” He tried to brighten the mood, it worked, a little. “Ok, fine. But we go to my place and we use my car. I have had enough of this ‘driving-miss-daisy’ crap for one day.” She smiled and all was right in the world.
They arrived at Sarah’s place. She got out of the car and said, “If you think you are going to have time for anything else but me tonight, think again.” And she turned around and into her apartment.
Damn he loved this woman. She could be so bossy and controlling, but also so submissive and naive. The perfect mix.
Alex jumped in the shower as Sarah cooked dinner. Roast chicken, rice and vegetables. She opened a bottle of wine and even lit some candles. “See I can also be fancy if I try,” He smiled at her, “This is ten times better than what I pulled. Your food is cooked with love.” He took a sip of his wine and they sat down to dinner.
Rosa Beltam.
Rosa Beltam arrived at the Green estate right on time. She was focused, determined and everything was in place.
It had taken massive amounts of money and many sacrifices to get to this point.
There were still sacrifices to be made, this night.
Rosa Beltam walked up the way to the entrance of the house. She was met by Evita Green.
“Rosa, I am glad you made it on time. Everything is ready on my side,” Rosa looked at Evita and noticed that the younger woman had aged, drastically. “I guess there is no time for pleasantries when so much is at stake. Lead the way Evita. I have been waiting 28 years for this moment.”
Rosa felt the cold steel of the 9mm pressed against her hand. It was nestled in her coat pocket. She pulled it out and handed it to Evita as she took the .38 special from her. She had gone to so much trouble to get the perfect replica made. god willing, it wouldn’t have been for nothing.
Mr. Green.
“I tell you, Ischak, it is time. I will convince my son and you will convince your daughter. They are children, they have no say in the decisions we make as their elders,” He was standing opposite Ischak Beltam drinking a brandy in front of the fire place. The First Prince of Belay replied in his characteristic deep voice, “I agree Alexander. This playing about has gone on too long. Do they know how much money and assets they stand to gain through such a union?”
Al Green heard his wife’s voice.
“It’s always been about the money and assets, has it not Ischak?”
He was instantly irritated, this was business time. How dare she just barge in like this?
But when he looked at her, there was something different about Evita Green. Indifference painted her familiar features as she looked at him.
And what a surprise! Ischak’s wife had also arrived. Rosa Beltam stepped in to the room and stood between her husband and him. Oh, they probably want to discuss the marriage between our children, try and sway us by talking our ears off. Idiotic women, they know nothing of business.
Mr. Green plastered his best smile on his face, “Ladies, how nice of you to join us,” Ischak also spoke, “Rosa? What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in Belay?”
“Yes, Ischak. And you were supposed to be a good father,” Ischak Beltam’s face reddened, “How dare you speak to me so? I have always put the needs of our family above everything else, “
“Yes, you have. Even before the well-being of your country, but that is not why I am here.”
Evita stepped up to her husband; the women were now standing directly between the two men.
Evita was first to pull out her gun, but Rosa was only a second behind. They were both aiming the barrels directly at their husbands’ foreheads.
“What the hell is going on here?” Alexander Green could not fathom the situation he found himself in; icy dread ran through his body. His wife was putting a god-damn gun against his head? She must be crazy!
“Evita what are you doing? Have you gone mad?”
“No Al, I am perfectly sane. For the first time in our marriage I have your undivided attention.” Evita cocked the pistol and Rosa spoke,
“You gentlemen have two seconds to abdicate from your positions and leave our children be. We have the necessary documents that will sign all of your assets over to us. If not, well then, you will have a great time in hell,” Rosa walked forward and directly pressed the .38 against her husband’s head. “You have treated me like a second class slave for long enough Ischak; you will not do the same to my daughter. I have allowed you to rip away three of my sons. But it stops now, one way or the other. Choose bastard!”
“Rosa, I cannot abdicate, you know the laws...” He cut off as his wife cocked her gun too.
The two business men stood staring into the loaded barrels of eternity. A hush had fallen over the scene; it was like the house was holding its breath, waiting to see the outcome of this deadly display.
“Evita.” His voice was pleading. “You know I can never do what you want...”
Evita pulled the trigger a split-second before Rosa did.
The last thing Alexander Green ever saw was the genuine sadness in his wife’s eyes.
Alex
They finished two bottles of wine, after which they were giggling and sitting on the couch wrapped in each others’ arms
Alex was feeling tipsy and that normally heightened his arousal, but there was nothing to prepare him for what Sarah did next.
She pulled him up and led him to her bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed and disappeared to the bathroom. Alex occupied himself by looking around and thinking of what she might be up to. It was then that he noticed it.
The pole.
Why would Sarah have a pole in her bedroom?
Sarah came walking in and Alex was left speechless. She was wearing thigh-high stockings and suspenders clipped to a black bodice. Her breasts were straining at the top and oh... she’s not wearing any panties!
Sarah walked up to him and removed his clothes. She left him utterly naked on the bed.
She pressed a button and rhythmic, almost tribal music filled the air. She didn’t say a word.
Sarah started dancing around the pole. At first she was just teasing him, showing of her body and posing with her sexy ass exposed. But then it got intense, Sarah was actually dancing on the pole. She was doing things he had trouble imagining. But not his dick. He was so hard it was painful.
And then gradually she started removing her clothing, while dancing and flipping around on the pole.
Alex was transfixed, the music and the graceful movements of her body intoxicated him. He had never, ever in his life experienced something as erotic as this. His own personal strip show and he would get to kiss that pussy.
By the time that Sarah was naked and finished with her routine, Alex’s dick was in pain. She moved over to him and licked his cock with the tip of her tongue. She noticed how close he was so she plunged her mouth over his cock and sucked him. In three long strokes he was coming in her mouth, lights flashing in his mind, champagne running through his veins and ecstasy in his groin.
Sarah lay with all her naked weight on top of him. He looked at her, “why do you have a pole in your room. And why didn’t I know about it?” She smiled up at him, “I used to take yoga but became bored. I needed something more vigorous, more fun. And I found pole dancing. You are my first spectator, other than the girls’ in the class. And you never asked” She looked smug. She had reason to be. That was so hot that if he died now, he would be a happy man.
“Now I realise you may want to take it easy after that,” she said as she crawled up his body, “But the sight of you so aroused has really got me going,”
He replied in what he hoped was his sexiest voice, “The mere thought of you gets me hard babe. What is it you want?”
She looked at him shyly and said, “I want you to eat my pussy,” He pushed himself up, but she pushed him back down.
“I want to sit on your face,” She blushed and his erection grew, “yes, please,” Alex encouraged her.
She braced her arms on his chest and brought her pussy towards his face. It was an immaculate picture. He could see, feel and taste everything of her all at once; he had but to wish it.
He tasted her arousal as his tongue explored her pussy. He ran his hands all over her body, lingering on her breasts.
He looked her in the eyes as he brought his mouth down over her clit. He had her. There was no turning back now. He sucked and licked her clit in time to her movements. She was riding his face, it was pure unadulterated bliss!
He could feel his cock growing harder each second that his mouth was trapped over her clit.
She moved faster and he could feel her pussy tense, he sucked faster and played with her nipples.
She moaned and breathed heavily as she reached her orgasm. Her juices came flooding into his mouth as her thighs squeezed his body.
This is probably what the people were doing when they decided to write the Kama Sutra.
Sarah rolled off of him and nestled into his side. He loved this game. The ‘I come, you get aroused then you come and I get aroused’ game.
He moved over her. He didn’t want her hard or fast. He wanted her deep and long.
Sarah lay down on her back. He started at her feet and kissed each leg up to her thighs, stopping to suck her swollen clit. He then moved to her stomach and kissed every part he could, all the way up to her neck.
Her lips found his and the kiss started slow, intimate. It became more urgent, more passionate and he lowered himself closer to her pussy. His tip was pressing against her entrance as they prolonged the kiss.
Sarah pulled away from his mouth gasping and in that instant Alex plunged everything he had into her. She almost screamed.
It was rapture.
Alex woke up in the early hours of the morning. Something had brought him out of a deep sleep, a noise that didn’t belong. He uncoiled himself from Sarah and slowly moved through the house.
Everything seemed fine. And then he heard it again. The sound was coming from the front door.
Alex yanked open the door and surprised a man busy pushing something under the door.
“Who the hell are you?” The man quickly recovered himself and handed the paper to Alex.
“It has been difficult finding you alone Mr. Green.” And then Alex understood. This was the man from the football pitch. He felt his heart rate quicken. “What do you want?”
“I am an envoy from the Princess Mr. Green. She has uncovered a plot and urged me to inform you about it. Read the letter and you’ll understand.” The man turned and left. Alex moved after him, but it was like the man had melted into the shadows. Gone.
He closed the door and sat down on the couch. He took a deep breath and opened the letter.
Alexander Green Junior
I write to you with great distress in my heart.
I am to take you as my husband. But it is not what I want.
From the information I could gather of you, I assume that you also protest this ancient tradition.
I would take my own life before I am forced into a marriage I did not choose and so I am in a predicament.
I have an inkling that our mothers are plotting to overthrow our fathers in this decision, but I do not know how.
I beg you, please stop them, they might resort to murder.
You are my last hope.
Anouschka
Alex’s hair stood on end and his mouth had gone dry. Murder?
That is a preposterous notion. Isn’t it?
Front Page, Daily Report, 29 April
Billionaires: Double Murder
In a strange twist of fate, businessman Alexander Green and First Prince of Belay Ischak Beltam were both killed at the Green street manor last night.
Authorities believe that the pair murdered each other over a union dispute.
Forensic investigations are in progress...
Front Page, Daily Report, 30 April
Billionaires Murder Mystery Solved
Police have confirmed that Alexander Green was murdered by the 9mm pistol registered to Ischak Beltam.
The First Prince was shot by a .38 special owned by Alexander Green.
The facts surrounding the shooting are still unclear.
By the death of First Prince Beltam, Princess Anouschka has now ascended. The country of Belay is in a state of shock, but celebrations are being held for their new leader.
Alexander Green bequeathed all his money and assets to his son and wife; they could not be reached for comment.
Alex and Sarah
They sat on the patio, looking out over the town.
“Can I get you anything Sir?” Georgio held out a tray with ice tea for Sarah.”No thanks Georgio, I’m fine.” Georgio made a slight bow and left them to their silence.
After a while Sarah sighed, “Alex I need to get to class. Will you be ok?”
He looked up and stared at her. He noticed her eyes, her mouth, and the curve of her neck. She really was everything he wanted.
“Yes, I’ll be fine. You go and learn something. If you learn enough I might let you pay off some of that debt you owe me,”
As she walked away, Sarah winked and then smiled at him.
In that moment, all was right in the world.
*****Author’s Note*****
I know that some of you (maybe most) would find this ending unfulfilling and improbable.
But trust me, Hell hath no fury like a women scorned.
This story was sprouting unlikely plots like weeds. I had to cut it off.
Thanks for reading.
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