Chapter 6
Allie
Work was going well for once. James was out of the office for the day and had left me a to-do list. I didn’t mind. Keeping busy made my day go by quickly, and not being constantly interrupted by him was a nice reprieve.
I was able to clean my desk for the first time in weeks (nearly a month and a half, which horrified me) and even went through some of the old papers in my filing cabinets. I had cleared out three full drawers when my cell phone chimed.
I dropped down into my chair, spun it around to face my computer, and plucked my phone from the desk. Steven’s name flashed across the screen. He’d messaged me. I smiled absently to myself and opened our conversation.
What I saw made my stomach leap up into my throat. My heart started fluttering, my chest felt hot, and it was everything I could do not to drop the phone.
On my screen was a picture of Steven; well, it was sort of a picture of Steven. He wasn’t in the foreground. Or the background, either.
I recognized his watch, his knuckles, and even his hips from seeing him nearly naked that one drunken night this past June.
What I didn’t recognize was his dick, front and center, demanding all of my attention.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, glancing up to make sure none of my coworkers were around. The coast was clear. I peered closer to the picture, taking note of the size and girth of his member, and realizing quite suddenly that this probably hadn’t been meant for me.
I felt my cheeks grow hot and knew I was blushing. I closed the picture, and it shrank to a smaller size as it fell back into the conversation. I quickly typed out a message to Steven.
“Uh. Steven. Wrong person!”
I hit send, locked the phone, and put it face down on my desk.
It chimed again not even ten seconds later.
Another picture lit up my screen. This time I gawked at it. It was a picture of an all too familiar yellow notebook. My diary.
I put the phone down. My stomach rolled. I picked the phone back up. My stomach turned again.
“How did you get that?” I typed before hitting send.
He answered quickly again. My heart was racing as my eyes scanned his words. “I don’t know. How come you never told me you wanted me to bend you over and fuck you?”
I felt my panties become wet. I shifted in my seat. I realized I was chewing the inside of my cheek. If I played dumb, maybe he would leave it alone. Tasting blood from my gnawed-on cheek, I typed out my reply. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t believe you stole my diary.”
As I sent it, my alarm went off. I had plans to meet my sister for lunch again. I stood, thoroughly flustered, and rushed out of the office with my phone clutched tightly in my hand. A couple people at their desks looked up at me and watched me go. They probably saw how red my face was. This only made me blush harder.
I raced to the elevator, rode it down in shocked silence, and then tore out of the building. I hurried down the sidewalk to the restaurant and was relieved to see Melissa was already there. She was the early bird out of the two of us.
When she saw me coming her eyebrows drew together. I sat across from her, looked around like everyone in the place knew what picture was on in my phone, and glanced back at her.
“Allie? What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Melissa said, her eyes flicking back and forth as she regarded me with concern. “Drink some water.”
I sipped from the glass, dabbed at my cold, wet lips with my shaking fingertips, and then clutched my hands in my lap. “Something happened,” I said, leaning forward like I was letting her in on some deep dark conspiracy.
“Okay,” Melissa said slowly. “What happened?”
I bit my bottom lip and leaned in closer. I dropped my voice to a whisper. “Steven just sent me a dick pic.”
“A what?” Melissa wasn’t in on all the new terms when it came to sexual advances through technology.
I groaned and rested my forehead in my hands. “He sent me a picture of his penis, Melissa.”
“What the fuck? When?”
“Like, fifteen minutes ago!”
“Let me see,” she said, holding out her hand expectantly.
I stared at her open palm. “I can’t show you,” I said defensively. “That would be a violation of his privacy.”
“The man sent you a picture of his penis, which you clearly didn’t ask for. Show me already. I’ve always been curious.”
“No,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and scowling at her.
“Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What did you say to him?”
“I told him he sent it to the wrong person, of course. Which I was sure he had. Until he texted me back a picture of my diary.”
“Your diary?” Melissa asked, her eyebrows arching. “What do you mean, your diary? Why would he have access to it?”
“He was over last night. He must have found it and took it home with him. And he read some of it. Melissa, you know some of the things I’ve written in there. He knows how into him I am. I’m so embarrassed.” I buried my face in my hands again and hung my head. I hadn’t even told her the worst part yet.
“Why would he take it in the first place?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, not wanting to utter the next words aloud. “But, Melissa, everything about Andrew is in there.”
Melissa paused with her glass of water halfway to her mouth. She slowly returned it to the table, shook her head once, and stared back at me firmly. “Define ‘everything.’”
“Everything,” I said not knowing how else to explain it.
Andrew was Steven’s older brother—his very hot older brother. He and I had hooked up ages ago and both agreed never to say anything to Steven. Andrew knew how I felt about his younger brother, and the whole situation had been awful. I was only sixteen at the time, and Andrew had been twenty-two. And, for a while, we thought we were pregnant. Melissa was the only person who knew about the whole thing.
“Why would you write it in there?” she asked.
“Why shouldn’t I?” I said, giving a huff. “I didn’t ever think Steven would read it. Why on earth would I ever worry about that? If he reads that page. Oh, my God. If he reads that page, he will hate me forever. Andrew and I have been keeping this secret from him for ten years. Ten. Years. Melissa. I have to get it back.”
“Obviously,” Melissa said. “And you have to kick his ass for taking it in the first place. What a sleazeball.”
My phone chimed. We both stared at it.
“Well,” Melissa urged. “Aren’t you going to check? It’s probably him.”
I swallowed. “Yeah. Probably is.” I reached out, my fingers trembling harder than before. I read his text aloud. “Tonight. Eight o’clock. My place.”
I lifted my gaze slowly to Melissa. She was leaning back in her chair again, her arms crossed, wearing an expression of cool curiosity. “Are you going to go?”
My mind raced. Steven Marx was inviting me over to his house. This wasn’t for a movie night. This wasn’t to sit around and play cards while laughing over stupid stories from college. This was for something else entirely.
This was what I had been waiting for.
I knocked on Steven’s door at two minutes to eight. My knuckles had only hit his door three times before he wrenched it open. He wore only a pair of sweatpants. His dark hair was an unruly mess. His eyes beheld me with an intensity I had never seen there before. It lit a fire in me.
He reached out, one hand taking my waist, and pulled me into him. The bare skin of his chest and stomach was hot and smooth. His other hand cupped the back of my neck, and he used his thumb against my jaw to force me to look up at him. He was staring at my lips.
He leaned down, closing the distance between us with agonizing slowness. Moments before his lips grazed mine, my eyes closed.
Our lips touched. He was gentle at first. Then, his hand at the back of my neck gripped me tighter, and his kiss grew fiercer. Before I knew what I was doing, I draped my arms over his shoulders and held on to him. My lips parted, and I let his tongue slip between my teeth. I relished in how he tasted. Mint and something sweet. Something that made my knees tremble.
His hand around my waist held me up when I thought I might turn to butter. I could feel his teeth against my bottom lip as his kiss became hungrier. I matched his intensity, burying my fingers in his hair and tightening my hands into fists.
I tried to cement this feeling into my memory. I was kissing Steven Marx.
He pulled me into the house, spun us both around, and kicked his door closed. It slammed into the frame, and I felt the vibration in the soles of my shoes. He pushed me backward, step by step, down his hallway. I knew where he was guiding me when we turned right. Our lips never parted. His desperate exploration of my mouth with his tongue never ceased.
We passed through the open doorway to his bedroom. As we walked, his fingers pulled my jacket from my shoulders. He yanked it off of me and let it fall to the ground. Then he caught the hem of my shirt, and our lips parted for the first time when he pulled it over my head. Then, breathlessly, we came back together like magnets.
He undid my jeans. I didn’t stop him. I worked to shimmy them down over my hips as Steven unclasped my bra.
I realized how naked I was when his hands grazed my breasts, and his thumbs flicked over my nipples. I giggled more out of excitement than anything else. He smiled into our kiss. His hands continued to caress my breasts, gliding over my skin and teasing me with the lightest touch.
Steven’s arm wrapped around my lower back. Ever so slowly, he lowered me to his bed, his sheets soft against my bare back. I lay below him, staring up at him as he leaned over me, bracing himself with a hand planted firmly on each side of me. His face was dark in shadow, but his eyes glinted from the porch light streaming through his bedroom window.
He began kissing me again. His lips left my mouth to trail kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and over the line in the middle of my stomach. When he reached my hips, he stopped. He snapped my thong playfully, and it stung, sending a thrill through me.
Then he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. His hands fell between my thighs, and he pushed my legs apart. He pulled my panties to the side. I watched him, hungry, desperate, as he drew closer to me.
His tongue kissed my clit. My eyes closed of their own volition. My fingers curled in his sheets, and a breathless sigh escaped me. His tongue slid up and down over the length of my pussy, tasting me, teasing me, until I thought I was going to come undone.
I was so close to losing control. He sensed it, and he ceased the swirling of his tongue. He stood, looking down at me like he owned me as he stripped out of his sweatpants.
I reveled in his nakedness. He was perfection, as I already knew he was, but seeing him this time was different. I knew I was about to have him. I knew I was about to feel him inside me.
“Please,” I breathed, begging him to hurry. I couldn’t wait any longer. This emptiness inside me was begging to be filled.
He stroked his cock and stepped closer to me. I felt the top of his thighs against the bottom of mine; firm and warm. The tip of his hardness pressed up against me, and he moved his cock up and down, stroking my wetness, making me wait.
“Please,” I begged again, willing him to enter me.
When he did, everything around me vanished. I was nothing but the sex. He slid deep inside me, pushing me open and demanding I give all of myself to him. Each slow thrust stretched me further until a cry escaped my lips.
He pressed his thumb to my clit. A quiver of excitement rushed through me. I could hear the blood hammering in my ears.
Then, he was spreading my legs farther apart. I let him use me like a gymnast, pushing my legs back and apart, leaning into me so that he could grind his cock against my G-spot. I gripped his forearms, whimpered with delight, and then, to my surprise and delight, became a shaking mass of pleasure as my orgasm ripped me open.
He didn’t slow. His thrusts became more powerful, more primal, and as my orgasm ended, I felt another one mounting. It built and built until I could feel the walls of my pussy closing around him. He seemed to feel it too.
A sound in the back of his throat was enough to make me come again. His hands gripped my hips, and he pushed his weight upon me, holding me in place so that each time he buried himself in me, I couldn’t move. I gasped as he filled me with his hot, silky cum.
Then he pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed beside me. We both lay on our backs with our eyes closed sucking in great gulps of air. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on how wonderful I felt. I had never had an orgasm like that before.
I knew that soon I would want more.