My First Time

Ch.6

Alexa’s Pov

It seemed we were in quite a predicament. I attempted to sneak past Akila once more, but he blocked my way with his arm and shot me a warning glance.

"Don’t you have anything better to do than follow me around all day?" Akila inquired, casting an exasperated look at Steve.

"Don’t flatter yourself; I’m just here to pick up Essel," he replied with a shrug, and I noticed the frown lines deepen on Akila’s face. "I thought you might want to spend some time with your latest companion," Steve added nonchalantly, leaving me feeling embarrassed and quite annoyed.

"Um, no thanks. Feel free to take him with you," I said with a casual shrug, which earned me a raised eyebrow from Akila and a smirk from Steve.

"I’ll leave him with you, darling. My apologies for that," he said with confidence until Akila cleared his throat.

"If you two are done," Akila spat, and I smiled, trying to hide my slight apprehension. The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that the two brothers had a strong dislike for one another.

I heard the car doors unlock, and Essel jumped out of her side faster than you could say 'help'.

"Steve!" she shouted, moving closer to embrace him. My eyes widened while Akila appeared completely unfazed.

"Let’s go," he murmured. I hadn’t realized how near Akila was until his voice and breath brushed against my neck just below my ear. I felt his hand on my arm, the warmth radiating through my skin.

"I’ll catch you later, Essel!" I called out over Akila’s shoulder, and she nodded back with a smile. Steve winked at me and gave a small salute before guiding her away.

Once I settled into the front seat of the car, I let out a huff, slamming the door shut beside me. Akila’s knuckles were pale on the steering wheel as he started the car with more force than necessary on the accelerator.

"Can you relax?" I shouted after about five minutes of observing him frantically pressing buttons and taking sharp turns, muttering curses under his breath. He shot me a glance from the corner of his eye and sighed, cranking up the music to drown me out.

"You’re such an asshole, you know that?!" I yelled over the loud music. He merely smirked and parked outside the flats. Without waiting for me, he hopped out and began walking towards the door.

Too annoyed to care, I left my bag in the trunk and jogged in after him.

"No wonder your brother attracts all the girls, have you seen yourself?" I asked after catching up with him in the elevator, and he turned to me with a look of irritation.

"Just shut up," he complained, leaning back against the elevator wall. It seemed to creak, and I worried that if I leaned against it too, it might collapse.

"No! You don’t get to tell me what to do!" I shot back. I was still going on about respect when he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. It took me a moment to process what was happening, mainly because his lips were incredibly soft, and he gently nudged his tongue against mine, seeking permission. I allowed it before playfully biting down on his tongue. He pulled away, cursing and licking his lip.

"Did you just bite me?" he shouted, looking at me in complete disbelief. I nodded with a smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. He had no right to kiss me. I wasn’t sure what annoyed me more: the fact that he’d kissed me, that I’d liked it, or that I had just betrayed Latif.

"Yes, I did. You can't kiss me without my consent!" I exclaimed, stepping out of the elevator and heading towards our apartment.

"You know, I'm starting to think you really are that sweet little church girl," he called out behind me, prompting me to turn around and confront him.

"No, I'm not!" I protested, fully aware that I was being dishonest. Akila moved closer, invading my personal space to the point where I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. His hands gripped my hips firmly, and I found myself getting lost in the depths of his gaze. It may sound like a typical romantic trope, but he had me exactly where he wanted me.

"Then show me," he challenged, leaning in to capture my lips with his. I responded, matching his movements, while my hand found its way to the back of his neck. He pressed his tongue against my lips, and I parted them, allowing him access to my mouth.

After a brief struggle for control, he emerged victorious, pushing me back until I was pinned against the wall outside our apartment. He pressed his body against mine, eliciting a soft gasp from me. Just as I regained my composure, I pulled away slightly, still caught in his hold.

He looked down at my swollen lips with a smirk. I smiled back, turned the tables, and pushed him against the wall, kissing him fiercely. He eagerly reciprocated, letting his hands roam down to my backside.

With a grin against his lips, I pulled back, trailing my hands down his chest to his belt loops, drawing him closer to me. Keeping my lips just a breath away from his, I gazed up into his eyes, which were clouded with a hint of desire.

"I just did," I whispered, and he smiled, glancing down at our bodies pressed closely together. I leaned in and kissed the tender skin of his neck, feeling the strong beat of his pulse beneath it.

"God, you’re amazing at this," he groaned as I moved my hips against his groin. I grinned.

"I know, and soon enough, you’ll be begging for me to sleep with you." I was astonished that those words had escaped my lips as I stepped back to see his stunned face.

"But you don’t go for girls like me, do you?" I inquired, noticing his furrowed brows. Before he could respond, I sauntered away, adding a little extra sway to my hips as I opened the door and slipped inside.

Once I was in my room, I let my shaky legs give way. I couldn’t believe I had just done that. If I weren’t playing him for what he was, I would have gone all the way right then and there. He was far too accustomed to getting his way, and if he wanted me, he wasn’t going to have it easily.

As part of my plan, I was determined to make him eat his words, which meant I needed to toughen up and stop being the good little girl my parents thought I was.

Covering my mouth with my hand.

That was my initial kiss.

And he had taken it.