ALEX

 

A heavy banging startles me awake from a restless sleep. My eyes are heavy and I’m disorientated slightly as the loud sound echoes through my apartment. It’s persistent, and as I wake fully, I realize it’s someone knocking on my door. Blinking rapidly trying to gain my bearings, I rub my puffy eyes that spent so much of last night crying into my boxes as I packed them.

“What the hell?” I murmur as the knocking continues.

I glance at the clock on my side table to see it’s nearly 3:30 a.m. and wonder if this is some burglar’s attempt at trying to get into my apartment.

Typical, the night before I leave, I get robbed and pillaged.

Getting out of bed, I grab a vase I’m yet to pack from the table as I pass, and walk to the door slowly as the banging continues. I peek through the peephole and to my surprise it’s not a burglar, but a disheveled looking Matt. I lower the vase and stand there for a moment trying to figure out what’s going on. I haven’t heard from him since our fight, and I thought that maybe after Scott came around and I sent the voice message he might have tried harder to fight for me, but he just gave up.

Now he’s here.

Hours before I get on a plane.

What the fuck?

He bangs harder, and I see lights flicking on down the hallway of the apartment block. He’s waking up the neighbors. So I grit my teeth and flick on my outside light. He glances up, halting his banging as he looks back at my door, his eyes lighting up as I continue to stare at him through the peephole.

“What do you want, Matt?” I ask, and he visibly slumps, but then he half-smiles like hearing me speak is soothing to him.

“Alex, please open the door.”

“Why should I?”

His loud exhale is heard through the woodgrain at the same time a thump resonates when he bangs his forehead against the door. “Alex, I know I fucked us. I was the one who made it so we couldn’t function. My fucking ten rules are so goddamned stupid, I couldn’t see that the perfect ten I was aiming for, was exactly who I didn’t want—that prim and proper girl, she’s not for me. I needed someone who was right in front of me all along… someone bold, daring, and not afraid to tell it how it is. Someone not scared to be a little rock and roll like me. I need someone who’s nothing like my list. I don’t need to keep searching for the perfect ten, Alex. I fucking had her all along. I was just too fucking blind I couldn’t see it.”

My stomach flips as I gasp drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth as my eyes begin to water.

“Our friendship means so much to me, Alex, that I fucked up everything at the thought of not fucking us up… does that make sense? I wanted to not lose you so badly, that I fucking pushed you away! You’re the one thing my body craves constantly, Alex. You’re the flame my heart desires…” I pause trying to get the words right. “I fucked up. I know I did, big time. But please, if our friendship was worth anything to you, then please, Alex… open the door,” he says pulling on my heart strings.

I huff letting out a small groan, and step back turning the lock and opening the door. He looks at me seeing me in nothing but a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top. He clears his throat and shifts from foot to foot awkwardly, as his hooded eyes look me all over like he’s devouring me. The intense stare of lust in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine, and straight between my legs. We still affect each other, there’s no doubt about that. His eyes trail down my arm to the vase I’m holding, and he furrows his brows.

“Umm… what’s the vase for?”

I look down to it and bring it up to my chest covering my breasts and hold it to me tightly. “To smash you over the head with. Why are you here, now, Matt?”

Matt smiles like I’ve amused him, and he takes a step closer, and I inadvertently take one back. He takes the opportunity and steps inside my apartment. I close my door and flick on the light, the amber hue lighting up the room. He pauses, and it’s like all the breath leaves his lungs as he takes in the sight before him—my apartment filled with boxes.

“So it’s true then?”

“I guess you mean that I’m leaving? Yeah, in six hours to be exact.”

His face contorts like he’s in physical pain, and I chew on my bottom lip because it actually makes me uncomfortable seeing him react that way. Matt starts breathing heavily and shakes his head slightly like he’s trying to sort something out in his mind. “So you’re moving. Okay, but where? Like, over a few states?” he asks, and I wince as my stomach sinks feeling like he obviously hasn’t been told.

“Umm… not quite.”

He opens his eyes wide and leans forward swallowing a lump in his throat. “Alex?”

“I’m moving to Paris.”

He stumbles on the spot, grabbing hold of the one chair left in the apartment and steadies himself as he turns pale white. “As in… France?” His face screws up like he’s disgusted with the idea.

I shrug. “Art capital of the world and all.”

Matt turns away from me, his chest heaving, and for the first time, I feel like maybe there’s more here than a broken friendship.

Maybe… I don’t know.

“I did this,” he murmurs so softly I almost miss it. He starts pacing my apartment, and I watch as he looks around seeing all my stuff packed up, except for a few items. He shakes his head and turns to face me, storming right up to me so suddenly, I’m shocked on the spot as he grabs my arms and holds me in position.

“Don’t go,” he whispers, looking into my eyes with such a fierce intensity, his eyes glistening with the threat of overflowing. It shocks me right to my very core.

My body starts to shake, and my breathing begins to stagger as I look in his eyes. It’s almost like fireworks are exploding all around me, and ringing starts in my ears while I stare, taking him all in. “Why?” I ask breathlessly.

He looks right at me and swallows hard, leaning in, so we’re barely apart. Every inch of me is tingling, my skin prickling in goosebumps as my heart pounds in my chest. “Because you, Alex, are perfect… just as you are. You are everything I need, everything I want. You’re my ten out of ten. Fuck it! No, you’re a fifteen out of ten, bordering on twenty. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from all the fuck ups my life has been showing me the last few months, is that the only thing that hasn’t been a fuck up… is you…” His eyes well up with unshed tears. “I’m in love with you. With your quirks. With your sass. With your piercings. Your tattoos, and even your crazy hair… I love you...” he blinks a few times before continuing, “Don’t. Go!” Matt says it with so much passion and vigor that it makes my knees feel weak. A sob is caught in my throat, and I place the vase on the table as I let out a long deep breath trying my hardest to keep my tears in check. But my eyes are welling up hard and fast.

Shaking my head rapidly as I try to stop myself from crying, Matt frowns at my reaction and slumps his body. “You’re going anyway?” he asks, dropping his hands from my arms.

I sniff, stepping closer, so we’re definitely in each other’s space. Matt looks at me again as my hands run up his chest and up around his neck, pulling his body to mine. His brow raises in confusion like he’s not sure what to do.

“I’m in love with you, too…” I pause and continue, “Started falling since the fundraiser, I think,” I say honestly, and he nods.

“Me too, I just didn’t realize it soon enough. Alex, I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to feel like you were never good enough for me, but when you said you wanted me to let you go, and it would make you happy, all I wanted was for you to be happy. So I stayed away thinking it was best for you.”

I slump my shoulders. “I only said that because I thought you didn’t want me. So I was just saying I’d be happy without you… but I wasn’t, Matt. I’ve been so damn miserable. Poor Nate, I had so much trouble even talking to him.”

“I’m sorry I took it so literally. I’m an ass, a fucking idiot, a child. I should have come and talked to you, now you’re going and where does that leave us?”

I look to my bed and then back to Matt raising my brow with a smirk. “It means we better make the most of right now,” I say and lean in, slamming my lips to his.

That familiar electrical surge pulses through our lips as he kisses me back eagerly. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, or what this means for us, but right now we love each other, and I want to make the most of that.

He backs me up against the dining table all the while kissing me frantically. His hands make quick work of my top. Moving in and lifting it up over my head. Our lips break so he can remove it completely, leaving me topless. He looks down at my exposed breasts, and he smiles wide, leaning down and taking my nipple into his mouth. My head falls back as the warmth of his mouth encases my nipple, sucking on it hard as his hands run under my ass. Matt lifts me up onto the table, knocking a box to the ground, the contents spilling out onto the floor, but I don’t care. My hands run up into his hair holding him to me as he continues his assault on my breast and his body steps in between my legs. My clit throbs, aching with need for him.

His hands move down my sides, caressing my skin softly as he goes, his calloused fingers tickle my sensitive skin as his fingers dive into the hem of my shorts. Matt pulls my shorts and panties down and off in one quick movement. I’m completely naked as he looks down at me, still one hundred percent dressed. His eyes burning with intense desire for me, as I reach out for his shirt hem and lift it up over his head. Matt helps me then quickly steps back between my legs, like he can’t stand to be away from me and crashes his lips back to mine.

My hands run up his impeccably toned stomach. He has abs for days, and I love his body. For someone who eats as much ice cream as he does, he looks after himself so well it really doesn’t matter. Our tongues dance together, colliding furiously in a passion of teeth and panting breaths as his hands run up my thighs. I wriggle slightly on the table to relieve some of the tension, and he presses his hands firmer into my skin as he slides them up higher and higher.

Matt’s hand skims the inside of my leg and darts down, grazing my pussy as I moan in anticipation into his mouth. His finger presses on my clit, and my back arches in delight that he’s touching me. All I’ve wanted is him, and I’m finally getting what I want.

He circles my clit sending a shockwave of pleasure right through me, as my skin prickles in goosebumps and tingles all over. My hips move in time with his finger, and his kiss deepens as he pushes on me harder, working me up to where I want to be.

Matt slides his finger down and then up inside of me, making me moan out in delight as he hits just the right spot. His thumb moves to my clit, as his hand continues its assault on my pussy bringing me to a new wave of pleasure. His free hand moves up to massage my breast, tweaking and pinching my nipple between his fingers at just the right pressure to make my body shudder against him.

Harsh and ragged breaths force out of my nose as we kiss frantically. My hips move, and the table squeaks slightly, while a fine mist of sweat invades my body. My eyes shut tightly as flashes of light burst behind my eyelids, and I moan loudly into Matt’s mouth, gripping hard onto his biceps as my muscles clench hard, pulling and restricting, and then he rotates and pushes at the right spot to send me over the edge. It’s like a tidal wave and a flood of ecstasy washes over me, filling me completely with warmth. Every pore, every follicle of my being is undoubtedly satisfied as a long drawn out moan echoes through the room. He pulls his mouth from mine and plants kisses along my jaw, letting me breathe.

“Fuck, you’re sexy when you moan for me, Alex,” he murmurs, his lips tickling my jaw as I pant still coming down from my high. “But I’m only just getting started with you.”

He leans in lifting me to him. I squeal, as I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he carries me toward my bed, while I break out into a fit of giggles. He smiles wide and throws me down onto my mattress. I bob up and down as I fall onto it, and he looks down at me taking in my naked and flushed body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Why didn’t I see it sooner?” Matt asks, undoing his jeans and stepping out of his shoes.

I shrug and lean up on my elbows. “We both stuffed up, Matt, let’s not think about that now.”

He pulls off his pants in a mad rush, and something falls out of his jeans pocket. He stops and turns to look at it on the floor. I lean up to see what it is as he grins widely.

“Alex, do you trust me?” he asks, bending down to pick up the two small bundles of red rope that look oddly familiar.

Swallowing hard, I tilt my head and nod one single time. “With my life.”

He stands there gloriously naked, his erection free and proud, holding two pieces of red rope. My heart races fast as he stalks toward me, and my palms begin to sweat.

“Roll over onto your tummy.” His voice low, demanding, dominant. It sends a thrill through me, and I smile as I spin over practically dripping with excitement.

He steps up to the edge of the bed and moves in running his hands slowly up my calves. The gesture is soothing but somehow strangely erotic. “Tell me if this gets too much, okay?”

I nod my head against the mattress and mumble something even I don’t know what I’ve said.

“Alex?”

“Okay,” I reply, and he chuckles and playfully slaps my ass. The sting vibrates through me making me gasp, as I chew on my bottom lip and try to hide my smile.

I like this side of Matt.

Our first time together was a little more affectionate.

I have a feeling this will be kinkier.

“I want you to leave your shins and knees on the bed, but lift your ass in the air, and then rest your face on the bed. Put your hands behind your back in line with your ankles under your ass,” he demands, and my heart rate spikes up a notch. That will have me super exposed, and have my ass and pussy out on display in a major way.

But I trust Matt, like I said, with my life, so I move back into the position he demands. I place my head down onto the mattress, my ass up in the air and my arms fold back behind my body. It’s certainly not comfortable, but fuck if I don’t feel empowered to be like this. He stands behind me, and a small growl rumbles from his chest as he moves in with the ropes and ties my ankles together and then my wrists above my ankles. The rope surprises me, I thought it would feel hard and scratchy, but it’s kinda soft, giving me the tingles. It’s cool to the touch, and the sensation is making my senses that are already heightened, go into overload.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks as his hand gently caresses my ass cheek. My body is tingling all over, and I love that we’ve gone from best friends, to not talking, to falling in love, to kinky fuckery in a matter of moments.

“Yes… please Matt,” I beg.

He chuckles running his hand on my ass, down and to my pussy. He finds my clit and presses on it. It sends a sharp stab of pleasure through me, and I jolt down into the bed. The mattress pressing into my cheek as I grit my teeth and pant, trying to keep my calm. My clit is throbbing so hard, I need him to touch me again. I need him inside of me. I can’t handle the anticipation.

“I like it when you beg for me, Alex, it’s such a fucking turn on.”

Then I feel the tip of his cock slide up and down my folds as if he’s lubricating himself. It’s fucking hot.

“Matt,” I whimper.

“Yes?” He places his cock in line with my pussy.

“Fuck me!” I demand, and Matt wastes no time sliding inside me. His cock fills me, stretching me, as we both moan and acclimatize to his size inside of me.

“Jesus, Alex, you’re so tight like this.” He pulls back slightly then pushes back in making sure his hands grip onto my hips, so I don’t shift too far up the bed while he thrusts. This feeling is foreign to me. Being tied up is definitely something new, but doing it with Matt makes it easy and effortless. It’s not daunting, it’s freeing, and sexy as hell, as he starts to move at a fast pace inside me. I’m completely restricted, I can’t do anything but take the pounding as my abilities are all gone. My hands are tied, my legs are locked together, and he has his way with me bringing me to a new sense of pleasure I didn’t even know existed until now.

As we move together, the rope on my wrists and ankles cuts into my skin, but not in a painful way. He hasn’t done them up so tight they hurt, but just enough so that the friction is kind of a turn on. The texture of the rope sends a tickle down my skin and heightens all my senses even more while he pounds inside of me.

His harsh, ragged breaths come hard and fast, as he pounds into me. His fingers dig into my skin on my hips. It’s hard to keep myself up with the force of his thrusts, but he pulls me up and holds me in place as he hits the right spot. This is fantastic, this is dominant, and I love that Matt has a loving side but this kinky side too.

He thrusts up, deep and hard. My cheek rubs against the soft fabric of the bed as I moan out loud, my body reacts when he hits my g-spot, and my head starts to spin. I feel lightheaded, and I clench my eyes shut as my breath catches. My body tingles as I shudder, throbbing and shaking, over every inch of my skin. My muscles clench, and he moans as my pussy contracts and tightens around him while he thrusts up higher. He pauses inside me while we both moan loudly, splintering off in all directions as my muscles spasm, and I explode in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had and he unloads inside of me at the same time.

Matt pumps a couple more times while my body relaxes. I feel completely light like I’m floating. He pulls out of me and makes quick work of untying me. I bring my hands up as I roll to my side, and he lands on the bed in front of me. We stare at each other gasping for air. His hand comes in smoothing hair away from my face, as he caresses my cheek and leans in kissing me softly in stark contrast to the dominance from moments ago.

Matt pulls back and looks into my eyes, his are lazy and full of delight. “I love you.”

Smiling, I move in and cuddle into him. “I love you, too.”

“Your tattoo is sexy as fuck staring at me like that from your back with you all tied up,” he mumbles still panting.

I smile with a small chuckle. “For a man who doesn’t like tattoos on women, you’ve changed your tune.”

He shrugs. “Yours is different. It has meaning. It’s beautiful, and it suits you.”

Nodding, I sigh, cuddling into him further. “It does have meaning, I had it done when Gran died.”

He smooths some more hair from my face and kisses the top of my head. “Wanna tell me about it?”

“Sure. So the peacock is me. In Greco-Roman mythology the Peacock tail has the ‘eyes’ of the stars. I wanted to be the eyes of the stars, so I could always watch over my parents and gran. The three feathers are, of course, my parents and gran, and the tree represents the shelter and support they gave me. The meaning of the Japanese Cherry Blossom also symbolizes that life is overwhelmingly beautiful, but tragically short… I think it suited.”

He sighs deeply pulling me closer to him and gazes down into my eyes. “You’re utterly amazing, you know that?”

I snort and shake my head. “No… just put a lot of thought into it.”

“It’s a real tribute, and it’s beautiful, Alex, just like you.” He stares at me, leaning in to briefly kiss my lips before pulling back to look deeply into my eyes once more.

We stare at each other for a moment before a burning question eats at me and I have to ask it. “Where have I seen those ropes before?”

He chuckles. “They were in my pants from when I went to Rosalie House with you. They were from the three-legged race. I picked them up after for no real reason, not realizing how handy they would be. I haven’t worn these pants since then, and for some reason, I put them on tonight when I came over… lucky, hey?”

I let out a little giggle. “So, um… know any more moves with those ropes?” I ask then chew on my bottom lip seductively.

He raises his brow and smiles wide as he rolls over on top of me and pins me to the bed. “Oh, Alex, you’re in for all sorts of surprises. You really are my perfect woman.”