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Part Four
(MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY)
my mouth was actually agape as i was reading this back lol - hope you enjoy!
all i write is dom!alex and you guys might be getting bored so i might try switch things up... if anyone has any requests for anything different let me know (also someone give me an idea for a grian chatten fic im dying to write for him but have no ideas)
warnings: smut (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY) dom!alex, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
"I can't believe this," Katie was shaking her head, watching you apply lipstick. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"No," you said, snapping the lid of the lipstick closed. "But, I'm going to do it anyway."
"What about afterwards?" She was almost pleading with you. Katie had been with you for every aftermath with Alex, had seen you not get out of bed for weeks, had picked up the pieces for you.
"I don't know, Katie," but you felt a bit guilty. "Look, whatever happens, it's not your responsibility."
"I'm not getting at you," her tone softened. "I just- want the best for you. I don't want you to ruin yourself all over again."
"I respect that. And I'm not relying on you to fix everything for me after."
"I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't."
You smiled at her, sitting down on your bed next to her and resting your head on her shoulder. She put an arm around you.
"I also wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't tell you the truth," she said knowingly. "But it looks like I can't change your mind. So, you already know my one truth, my second is that you should wear the red dress. It's sexier."
You grinned. "You think so?"
She nodded defiantly. "Definitely. Go with the red."
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it, you change," Katie hopped up.
"Don't be mean!" You shouted after her.
You changed into the red as Katie went to answer the door. Pulling on your heels, you grabbed your bag, sprayed some perfume that you knew Alex loved, and took one last look in the mirror. You looked hot, a change from the way you looked earlier at the office, your makeup smudged from crying.
You made your way downstairs. Alex and Katie were standing in the hall, Katie barely able to contain her glare in his direction. Alex looked slightly uncomfortable, but as he watched you come down the stairs, his expression changed. There was only one word for it - desire.
He cleared his throat. "Hi. You look- amazing."
"Thanks," you grinned. "So do you."
He was wearing denim jeans and a brown leather jacket, his hair messy around his shoulders, his countenance now relaxed that you had entered the room.
"Have her home by ten," Katie joked, and you and Alex both laughed, until Katie shot him another glare.
"Is she okay?" Alex asked, as you closed the front door behind you.
You smiled a little. "She's fine. She has the same opinion as us, that this probably isn't the best idea."
"Can't blame her for that, I suppose," he shrugged, leading you towards the car and opening the passenger door for you.
You got in, and he closed the door before coming around to the driver's side. Once he was in, he just sat, looking at you.
"You okay?" you asked, noticing that he made no movement to start driving.
"Don't know if I can wait to kiss you," he muttered, his flicking down to your lips, before moving back to your eyes.
You blushed, feeling 16 again, excitement filling your stomach. "Then don't."
You moved towards each other, your lips melting into one another's. God, you missed this, the feel of his lips exactly as it had been that night at the Blur concert, and all those years prior. His hands found your waist, trying to pull you closer, but the gear stick was separating the two of you. So, you crawled into his lap, and he groaned at the touch.
"Jesus Christ," he panted, when you pulled apart for breath. "I'm a fucking idiot, letting you go. You're just like I remember."
His eyes burned into yours as you straddled his lap. You shifted a bit in position, making it seem like you were just getting comfortable, but really, you were teasing him. You wanted to get him riled up, you knew from experience that with a bit of teasing, was when you had the best sex of your lives. You traced a finger down his chest. "So, dinner?"
You could see in his eyes that he wanted to take you right then and there, but part of him wanted to play your game too. It was all in the tension, and the longer it built up, the more you begged for him. He knew how the game worked too, but he had his own hand to play. "Dinner," he agreed.
He drove to the restaurant, a relaxed hand finding your thigh while he drove. In retaliation, you shifted again in your own seat, letting your dress ride up a little higher than was suitable. You weren't going to break first.
When you got to the restaurant, you chatted about your lives, Alex talking about the overnight success the band had had, asking questions about your degree, the internship.
"Feel a bit bad for that lass earlier, Jenny," Alex laughed. "Getting caught in the middle of that."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry, Jenny's pretty experienced," you were nodding, taking a sip of your wine. "She can handle egotistical artists."
Alex cocked an eyebrow playfully. "And you?"
"I also have experience in that area," you smirked at him, shrugging, before the two of you let out a laugh.
The food arrived, the conversation continuing. You listened to him talk passionately about his song-writing process, admitting you hadn't really listened to any of their music because it would have been too hard, which he understood. "You're missing out, though. I mean, I'm egotistical for a reason."
"Shut up," you reached across the table to push his shoulder, as he chuckled.
"You've always been such a flirt," he taunted.
"How?"
"Playfully pushing my shoulder like that?" He raised his eyebrows again. "Come on, just admit you want to touch me."
"And I'm the flirt?" You shot back, smirking. You dropped your voice lower. "Just admit you want me to touch you."
"I have no problem admitting that."
"Well, you should have just said that."
You slid your foot out of your heel underneath the table, running it up his leg gently. You laughed as he nearly choked on his drink, before regaining his composure. "You think you're going to win this game?"
You paused, just smiling at him, letting your foot caress his calf slowly, before you moved it up to his thigh. "You think I'm not?"
"Definitely not, I'm just getting started," he said, reaching under the table. He gripped your foot gently, tracing patterns over the arch. It felt ticklish, and you nearly flipped the table over trying to free it from his grip.
"Not so smug now, are we?" He took a sip of his drink.
You rolled your eyes. "That's not fair. You know I'm ticklish."
"Well, the whole point is to use the other's weaknesses against them."
You slipped your foot back into your heel. "That's true," you nodded, before knocking your fork onto the ground. "Oops," you said, your voice like silk. You stood up, back to him, to bend over and pick it up.
You sat back down, biting your to suppress your giggle, knowing that you had triumphed. He tried to hide it, but his eyes showed his hunger more than ever.
"You're good at this game, to be fair," he admitted.
"I know."
"Don't be cocky," he said, taking another sip of his drink, but the corners of his mouth twitched.
He paid the bill. You went to the bathroom to freshen up, and when you went outside to meet him, he was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He knew you were attracted to this kind of persona. Sure, you could tease him in obvious ways, but this was Alex's strength. Luring you in indirect ways.
You walked towards him. "Thanks for dinner."
He had a mischievous glint in his eye. "No problem, love. So, should I drive you home?"
You paused. He was playing his cards now, trying to make you beg. And honestly, you weren't far off it at this point. The teasing you had performed earlier hadn't just got him riled up, but yourself as well. Watching him stand there, smoke his cigarette with his brown leather jacket hanging loose off of his shoulders, you wanted him to push you against the wall and kiss you. "Do you want to drive me home?" You asked, putting the question back to him.
He took another drag of his cigarette, smirking down at you. "No," he said, lowering his voice, before moving his face down to your ear. "I want to take you back to my hotel room and ruin you. But I'm only going to do it if you say it."
"Okay, you're good at the game too," you folded your arms in mock annoyance, the both of you laughing.
"You may know my weaknesses sweetheart, but I've memorised yours," he said. "I dream about you succumbing to them."
"You do?" you said, moving closer to him, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "Because I dream about you making me."
"You want to succumb to them tonight?" he whispered.
"Definitely," you whispered back. "Please..."
He grinned, moving towards the car and opening the passenger door once again for you. On the drive back, neither of you spoke, consumed with the thoughts of what was about to happen. He led you into the hotel, quite a fancy place, which you had assumed it would be, with the success he now had. Walking quickly through the lobby towards the elevator, he held your hand, pressed the button and you both waited, for what felt like an age.
The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and you were both inside. Alex barely waited for the doors to close, before he had you up against the mirror, his mouth on yours like he was starving. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth, and it spurred him on. His hands were all over you, running down your waist to your ass, squeezing it.
"This is so wrong," you gasped when you broke apart, staring into his eyes. "I'm going to hate myself for this in a few days when you're gone."
"Why does it feel so right then?" He said, desperation evident in his voice.
"I know," you agreed, and your hands gripped his hair, pulling his face back to yours.
The elevator opened, and he led you to his room. He lifted you up in his arms, kissing you once more, before laying you down on the bed. He discarded his jacket and his jeans quickly, like he couldn't wait any longer. You did the same, pulling off your dress, your bra and your panties and throwing them to the other side of the room. You both stood naked, you kneeling on the bed, just looking at each other.
"You're fucking perfect," he breathed. "Can't tell you how often I've dreamt of this. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours," he ordered, and you obliged. You laid on your back, bending your legs up to give him the perfect view. He fell to his knees at the sight.
His fingers ran gently through your folds, collecting the wetness which had been gathering there all night. "So wet for me, baby. You've been dying for my cock, haven't you?"
You were completely at his mercy now. "Yes Alex," you whimpered, as his fingers traced your clit in small circles.
"Need to taste you first," he said, and his head was between your legs, his tongue licking from the bottom of your pussy to the top. "Tastes so good. Haven't been able to stop thinking about it."
You grabbed his hair in response, your sighs of pleasure echoing around the room as he inserted two fingers inside you, pumping them quickly as he sucked your clit.
“Oh, right there!” You moaned in pleasure, your head thrown back, his fingers working you quickly alongside his skilful tongue.
You could hear him groan in response against your pussy. The sound of him mixed with the pleasure he was giving you was enough to make you cum, and your first release came. The pleasure was overwhelming. But he kept going, like he didn’t want to stop.
“You’re gonna cum again for me, baby, aren’t you? Fuck, I think I could just sit here for hours and make you cum over and over.”
You were seeing stars now, tears in your eyes. He inserted another finger inside you, stretching your pussy open and sucked on your clit which was now so sensitive from all the exposure.
“Oh my God, yes!” You were practically screaming now, and you didn’t care if people in the next rooms could hear you, they weren’t even in your thoughts. It was like you and Alex were the only two people in the world.
“Let everybody know how good I make you feel,” he growled, increasing his pace even more. Your pussy tightened around his fingers as your second release came, leaving you gasping for breath, your chest heaving. You lay there for a second, before sitting up quickly.
“Stand up,” you were ordering him now. He looked a little surprised, but did as you told him. He was used to be doing the dominant one in these situations.
He was rock hard, you almost whimpered at the sight of him, your pussy pulsing. You spit on your hand, before taking his length in your hand, pumping it a few times and then taking him in your mouth.
He hissed in pleasure, taking your hair in his hands to make a ponytail and moving your head up and down his cock. You were moaning all over him, all the while looking up at him innocently through your eyelashes.
“Fuck,” he hissed, throwing his own head back as your cheeks hollowed, and you took him deeper in your throat. “Need to memorise this. Your pretty little eyes looking up at me. You love this, don’t you?”
You fluttered your eyelashes in response, not being able to speak. You took him even deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. His expression looked almost pained as he panted in pleasure at the sight and feeling.
All of a sudden, he pulled you off. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, hoisting you onto the bed. “But you were gonna make me cum. And we still wanna have more fun don’t we?”
You nodded, biting your lip. “I have even better news,” you pulled his face down to yours as he hovered over you. “I’m on the pill now, so you can feel all of me. Can’t wait for you to fill me up with your cum.”
“Fucking hell,” he breathed. His eyes burned into yours once again at your words, like he could have just devoured you right there. You’d never had sex with Alex without a condom. “You want me to fuck you raw?”
“Please,” you begged him.
He smirked. “Knew I’d have you like this. Looks like I win the game.”
You nodded. “You always win. You could have me anytime, anywhere. And I’ll always beg for it.”
“Fuck, I could cum and I’m not even inside you yet.”
“Better get a move on then,” you giggled, lying back comfortably.
He lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing himself in with a groan. “You feel so good,” he said as he bottomed out, watching your face for every expression and noise you made. He had you right where he wanted you, at his mercy, begging for him, his fucking dirty girl.
He fucked you rough and raw, pounding into you with a brute force as he pinned your arms on either side of your head.
“Alex!” you were screaming his name again, the pleasure overtaking you. “Your cock feels so good…”
“You’re my dirty slut,” he proclaimed. “No one else gets to touch this pussy. It’s fucking mine. Tell me.”
“It’s yours!” you cried, as he hit that spot over and over. “No one else’s, oh my God- fuck-“
Then he pulled out. “Turn over, sweetheart. And get on your knees.”
You did as you were told, with your face down to the bed and your ass perked up, once again giving him the perfect view. You felt his tongue again for a moment, before you felt his huge length push inside you again.
“You love being fucked like this,” he said, slapping your ass hard. “My dirty girl. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m your dirty girl! I love when you bend me over...”
“That’s right,” he growled, panting again as he pounded into you. “Feels amazing, feeling your pussy raw like this. I’m going to fill you with every last drop of my cum.”
His words were killing you. “Please, I want to feel your cum inside me..”
Tears once again leaking from your eyes as he gripped your waist, roughly pulling your ass back and forth over his cock. Then he pulled you up against him, your back to his chest, and continued fucking you forcefully, while his hand moved to your clit. His hand was sloppier now, moving in quick circles around the sensitive bud. Your hand made its way to his neck, pulling you closer to him. Your third release of the night came, and as your walls tightened around him, so did his.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he panted, moaning in your ear. “Ah, fuck, yes- take it, that pretty pussy is gonna take all my cum..”
He spilled his load inside of you, and he was moaning himself now at the feeling. The both of you stayed there for a moment, panting, before you pulled yourself off of his cock, leaning forward and letting him see the mess he’d left, the cum dripping from your pussy.
“Filled me up so good,” you whimpered, making his expression weak again as he watched.
“Yeah?” he asked, not able to take his eyes from your pussy. “Felt good?”
“Fucking amazing,” you turned to face him, kneeling on the bed and kissing him, his hands finding your arms and caressing them.
“It really was,” he echoed, the two of you collapsing on the bed. You lay there for a few minutes, both still panting, before you stood up.
“Where you going?” Alex said worriedly.
“Just the toilet,” you laughed. “Why? You want me to stay?”
“Obviously.”
“Okay, I will,” you giggled. “But you’ll have to explain to Katie why I wasn’t home by ten.”
“Okay, but if you don’t hear from me in a few days after I tell her, then call the police.”
You both shared a laugh, before you both headed to the bathroom to clean yourselves up and brush your teeth. Alex flicked water at you from the tap, making you squeal playfully, before he picked you up his in arms again, carrying you back to bed. This time, not to fuck you, but just hold you tightly.
He didn’t want to think about leaving Manchester. He knew that he was going to ask you to come with him, but he wasn’t sure what you would say. Deciding not to ruin a perfect evening, he pushed it from his mind and focused on the present, the sweet scent of your hair in his nose as you cuddled, the warmth and softness of your skin, and the gentle flutter of your eyes closing as you drifted off to sleep.
