His Queen,Their War

Prologue. I sighed as I flopped back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. But there was an ache between my legs that wouldn't go away, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I let my hand drift down to the waistband of my panties, slipping a finger beneath the elastic. My p***y was already wet, swollen with need. I hadn't been with anyone since Salvatore left, and it was starting to take its toll on my body. I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift back to happier times. To Salvatore's strong hands roaming over my body, his mouth hot on my skin. His huge hands grabbing my ass, I could practically feel his c**k pushing inside me, stretching me open… With a groan, I shoved my panties down and started to touch myself in earnest. Two fingers plunged into my tight hole while my thumb rubbed firm circles over my c**t. My hips bucked up to meet my hand, desperate for more friction. I pictured his face as he f****d me hard and fast, those intense hazel and amber eyes boring into mine. "You're so f*****g beautiful," he'd grunt, sweat dripping down his chest. "I love you so much, baby." Tears pricked at my eyes but I didn't stop moving my hand. I was so f*****g wrong for doing this, I taught I was over him. But I couldn't help it. My body craved him so badly. My fingers moved faster, curling just right to rub against that sweet spot inside. My breath came in sharp pants, t**s heaving with each breath. I was so close... "I miss you," I whimpered out loud, the words slipping past my lips before I could stop them. "I miss your c**k, baby. I need you,damn it!." I came with a sob, p***y clenching hard around my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It was bittersweet though, the orgasm fading too soon and leaving me feeling empty once again. Damn it!! He ruined my family and still I craved him.He was my step Uncle! Then I remembered that he now hates me and so do I. ************ Alessia’s POV I'm sitting at the counter, nursing my drink and watching the partygoers. My mind keeps drifting back to him, to the way he touched me last time we were together. I can still feel his fingers inside me, stroking me just right. I know it's easy to say…when you’re done with your ex,move on to the next…but it hasn't been easy for me to move on!. I still crave for the bastard! I crave for the s*x, I crave his d**k, I crave the princess treatment. He was so breathtaking back then. Everyone literally craved for our relationship…until the worst happened and we had to go separate ways. I'm wet, so wet. My p***y is throbbing with need, aching to be filled. I take a sip of my drink, letting the alcohol burn down my throat. It's the only thing that can take the edge off, even if just for a little while. "Hey there," a smooth voice says beside me, startling me out of my memories. I look over to see Jake, one of the guys in my psych class. He's been flirting with me for weeks now. These days I don't stick to one guy…I simply flirt with them all. "Oh, hey Jake," I say, giving him a small smile. "What's up?" "Not much," he shrugs, leaning against the counter next to me. "Just thought I'd come say hi. You look amazing, by the way." "Thanks," I murmur, taking another sip of my drink. His eyes follow the movement, lingering on my lips. There's a heated look in them that makes my stomach flip. He leans in closer, his hand brushing my thigh. "I've been thinking about you, Alessia. About all the things I want to do to you and the way you flirted last time.” I shiver at his words, feeling a rush of heat between my legs. It's been so long since anyone touched me like that. I'm practically aching for it. Hallelujah he knew it was a flirt…I wasn't ready to be anyone’s girlfriend. “Remember your tease last time?” He asked burying his face into my neck giving me kisses. I arch my neck to give me better access. Well,last time the tease wasn't funny and I guess he is here to make me pay for that. Jake takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the counter. Then his fingers are back on my thigh, slowly sliding up under the hem of my dress. "I can tell you want it," he purrs, his hand creeping higher. “Then you are a good mind reader.” I said,biting my lip. "Your p***y is so wet for me already, isn't it?" The wetness isn't for you,damn it!. "Jake..." I breathe, but I don't stop him as his hand disappears under my dress completely. I'm not wearing panties, which only makes things worse but good… He lets out a low groan as he feels my bare p***y, hot and slick with arousal. "f**k, you're dripping. You need this so bad, don't you baby?" I needed Salvatore to do this, not him but…oh well. I can only whimper in response as he starts to stroke my folds, teasing my entrance. His other hand comes up to play with my breasts through my dress, pinching and rolling my n*****s until they're hard little peaks. "Look at you," he chuckles darkly. "Already so ready for me. Such a dirty girl." I know I should stop him, tell him to back off. But I'm too far gone, too desperate for his touch to burn something that was on fire within me. So instead I just spread my legs wider, giving him better access. He takes the hint and plunges two fingers deep inside me without warning. I cry out, gripping the edge of the counter as he starts to pump them in and out. "You're so f*****g tight," he groans, curling his fingers just right to rub against that sensitive spot inside. "I bet you have never felt this good for ages." My eyes fly open at that, shame crashing over me. He's right, it's been months since I've had a proper orgasm. I've been too busy pining over a guy who left me behind. But even as Jake fingers me deeper, faster, I can't help but compare him to him. The way he'd touch me, like he owned me. The filthy things he'd whisper in my ear... "Harder," I pant, bucking my hips against Jake's hand. "Please, make me come." He complies, adding a third finger and f*****g me hard and fast. I can hear how wet I am, obscene squelching noises filling the club room but everyone was to busy to notice that a desperate girl was being finger f****d. I'm so close, I can feel it building deep inside me. But just as I'm about to tip over the edge, my dad's voice yells out, "Alessia! What the hell is going on here?!”