Past Obsessions

Chapter 10 - Alex

Those two words and my brain shattered into a lust-fuelled, rampant mess—the way she said them, the way they made me feel, the way only she could. The kiss was as deep and passionate as I had ever felt between us. There were no more barriers.

“MINE,” I growled, my eyes on fire with the violent torrent of passion that ripped at me. She nodded in response, leaning into my hand now.

“All yours, always,” she replied softly. Again, my heart skipped; in fact, I swore it missed a whole rhythm of beats. She was mine. I wondered if we were just going to pick up, but then we’d already shared that intimate moment.

“You’re not sure, are you?” she yanked my mind out of its current spiral. My eyes met hers again, and the intimate look between us was as intense as I had ever felt. She whimpered slightly.

I arched up, climbing back between the seats, engaging the central locking, and then shutting off the engine completely. I removed the keys and tucked them away; it seemed we wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. I wanted to draw this out as long as I could.

I crawled back beside her and settled against her, pulling the blanket up over her and tucking a stray strand behind her ear.

“Guess we’re roughing it tonight,” I smiled.

“Oh, that’s what you call it, huh?” she laughed, her face lighting up. God, I’d missed that, that beautiful laugh, it never failed to make my heart flutter. I wanted to snap back something witty, but she’d thrown me, again, only something she could do.

“Behave,” I shook my head and leaned into her. “You’re gonna be the f*****g death of me, Alice.”

“You’re an old man; I figure I’ll get a good five years out of you,” she chuckled, and I shook my head. I couldn’t believe how easily we had simply settled back into ourselves, how natural our friendship had become. I had long ago learned that to truly survive together, your partner had to be your best friend and your worst enemy. In the middle of that is where true relationships thrived. That was our place, and inside that, we had built a world so beautiful and free that I couldn’t get enough.

“Guess I should consider myself lucky the hot twenty-year-old decided I'm worth her time, then,” I said, trying to turn the tables. This imbalance in control was intolerable to me, but I wouldn’t just rip it away—that was far too easy. I had another plan. “So, what’s the plan?”

“W... what? What do you... wait, what do you mean?” she stammered quickly. I could hear the panic, and my mouth curled slightly.

So beautiful, but so easy. I could have sworn she looked genuinely terrified at the prospect of having to take the lead, even though I knew she knew I was messing with her.

“You heard me. You’re an adult now, right? Don’t need me to make choices for you? Off into the big wide world, so tell me, what’s the plan for tonight?” My voice had now recovered to a wry, straight tone. I was giving her nothing else tonight, nothing but a reminder of who I was and her place in that.

“Nope, no thank you,” she shook her head and looked at me. “I’ll be a good girl.”

I chuckled as I leaned in to kiss her with a soft smile. My lips barely met hers, yet her breath caught, and my own seemed to catch in my throat. We stared into each other's eyes, another moment.

“I forgot how beautiful you are,” I smiled softly. I felt her shift uncomfortably under my gaze before turning her face away, hiding the rose tint to her cheek. My hand caught her jaw, forcing her to look at me once more. I kissed her once more.

She pulled back from me, propping herself on her elbow to look at me, the blanket held just above her chest so as to show nothing now. I smiled, drinking her in, beautiful in every sense. My head thundered once more as I felt my body coil, like a predator ready to strike upon its prey, and here and now that’s what she was, my prey, and I was about to devour her like a man starved.

“What?” she asked softly.

“How did I get so lucky?” I replied softly.

“You didn’t. I was bored and needed to get laid,” she smirked, a flash of defiance in her words. Though I was already on her by the time the words had left her mouth, my hand caught her hair, yanking her head back as I closed the gap. My eyes were set on hers, blazing with both lust and passion. My mind quickly went to the math, but there was no way I could do what I intended. Instead, I slid my hand between her thighs and then pushed them down her throat.

“Keep running your mouth, princess. Let's see how cocky you are when your mouth is full,” my grip on her head shifted as I forced her toward me. My c**k was thick and hard, engorged with so much blood it hurt.

She didn’t resist as her mouth opened, her hand curling around the base and the warmth of her mouth surrounding the tip, extracting an audible groan from me. “f**k… I've missed that,” I uttered, my grip on her hair loosened as I leaned back, intending to enjoy the act rather than continue to control her, as much as I wanted to.

Her hand worked counter to her mouth as she teased and sucked, easily taking my length into her hand and back. I knew she could take more, but there was plenty of time for that; I had a lifetime now. My mind struggled to keep hold of myself and my thoughts as the warmth of her mouth and her motions began to quickly push me from controlled to heated.

She looked at me, taking my hand and placing it on the back of her head, something she had done before. As I looked at her and nodded, my hand slowly applied pressure. She sank further upon me, though I would hold for a moment, allowing her to adjust before pushing her further. After a little time, she had every inch of me deep in her throat. The pressure was almost enough to tip me over the edge before I finally released, and she tore herself away, gasping for air, coughing slightly, then looking at me.

“Good girl,” I replied hoarsely.