Alone With Alexa (An Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“I’m sorry I busted curfew.”

She stared straight ahead as she drove. “Do
you like that boy, Rodney?”

“He’s okay.”

“Is there anyone else you’re interested
in?”

Just your boyfriend
. “Um, not really.”
I got the distinct impression that she wanted to talk about
something important, but she was struggling. To lighten the mood I
said, “I love the jeans I got. They’re awesome. They fit so
good.”

She glanced at me sideways. “If there’s ever
anything you need to talk about, you can always come to me. You
know that, right?”

“Yeah, mom. Sure.”

“Anything at all.”

Oh, not this. You’d totally freak, if you
knew what Ryan and I did last night.
“I will.” I glanced at her
worried expression. “I’m good, mom. Just chill.” The thought of
seeing Ryan again brought an enormous smile to my face. “Today was
the best day ever, wasn’t it?”

She eyed me peculiarly. “If you say so.”

Later that night, after dinner, we sat in the
family room watching TV. I was on the recliner, while Ryan and mom
sat together on the sofa. When the show was over, I went up to take
a bath, and I loitered in my room afterwards, messing around on
Facebook and Twitter. When I heard mom in her room, I headed down
again. The lights were off in the kitchen, but the television
screen illuminated the family room. Ryan sat on the sofa with a
glass in his hand. He wasn’t surprised to see me.

“Hey.” I sat next to him, my thigh brushing
his.

“How are you, Alexa?” He looked worried.

“I’m fine.”

He touched my face, his thumb stroking my
chin. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not sore down there?”

“A little.”

“I’ve been thinking about what happened—”

“No! Don’t talk.” I could tell by the tone of
his voice that he was having second thoughts. “You said we could
never go back, and I don’t want to. I don’t regret what we did. I’m
sorry we have to lie…but I want you. You can’t stop touching
me.”

“Honey…”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You’re
mine, Ryan.” I kissed his throat, enjoying the musky smell of his
skin mixed with cologne. “You’re all I ever think about.”

“You should be dating and hanging out with
friends.”

“I do that.”

“Not enough.”

“I’d rather hang out with you.”

“We’re gonna get caught.”

“Mom was acting weird in the car today. I
think she knows.”

“Shit.”

“Or she suspects.” I loved the feel of his
day-old beard. It was delightfully scratchy. I kissed his neck,
leaving little wet spots. “I wanna have more fun. I wanna suck your
penis.”

“Jesus, Alexa.”

“I never really saw it last night.”

His lips found my mouth, a sinuous tongue
invading me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and savored the
taste of him. I closed my eyes, while tingles registered in my
tummy, which made my pussy throb. Warm hands were under my
nightgown, cupping my breasts and gently pinching a nipple. I
moaned against his mouth, melting into him.

“You’re so sweet, honey.”

“I want you, Ryan.” I grasped the button on
his shorts and tugged impatiently. “You should take these off.” He
lowered the material revealing a shockingly hard shaft. I couldn’t
believe
that
had been in my pussy last night. No wonder I
had been so sore today. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling him
twitch. “I wanna suck it.”

“Have you done it before?”

“No.”

“Oh, God.”

“I want you to teach me.”

“There’s not much really…just don’t
bite.”

I giggled, “I think I can do that.” I slid
from the sofa and gazed at the object in my hand. The rounded tip
was cleaved, like the bottom of a peach, and it looked just as
juicy. Wetness appeared from a tiny slit on the top. I held out my
tongue and licked the side, smelling male muskiness.

“Oh, God…”

His response spurred me on, and I continued
to lick, running my tongue over the rounded ridge of the crown. He
leaned into the sofa, his jaw relaxing and his mouth falling open
slightly. The more I licked, the more he seemed to sink into the
cushions, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.
Feeling emboldened and ready for more, I closed my mouth around him
and tasted the salty tang of pre-cum.

“God…honey…Alexa.” I sucked aggressively and
then released him to lick around the edges. I found his penis
absolutely fascinating. Ryan moaned with pleasure; his hands were
in my hair, tangling the blonde strands. “It’s so good…” I wasn’t
able to get him in far, because I gagged. He was so big that he
stretched my jaw to capacity, the thickened length forcing me to
open wide. He grasped his balls, bringing them away from his body.
“Suck these.”

Now I was confused. “How?”

“Get ‘em in your mouth.”

“They’re too big.”

“You can do it.” He held them, the skin
around the sacs stretched taut. I licked, tasting a mild saltiness.
I tried to get them into my mouth. It took several tries before I
was successful. “Yeah…honey…” He rubbed the tip of his shaft, while
I laved his sacs, licking and sucking on the soft, dangling
pouches. I ate its mate, making it drip with saliva. “You catch on
quick.”

All of this licking and sucking had made my
pussy horribly damp. My panties were on the receiving end of a
creamy flood, as the result of my ever-increasing arousal. I’d
hardly recovered from losing my virginity the night before, but I
seemed to be more than ready to have him inside of me again. I
lifted the nightgown over my head.

Fire sparked in his eyes. “Those are
magnificent.”

“You think so?” I smiled.

He touched my breasts, which jiggled
invitingly. “Yeah.”

“They’ve gotten big.”

“They sure have.”

“You noticed, huh?”

“Are you kidding?”

“I try to wear shirts that show ‘em off.”

“I appreciate your efforts.” A seductive
little light flashed in his eye.

“You really have noticed,” I giggled.

“I’d be blind not to.”

“What’s your favorite part of my body?”

“I love everything about you, honey.” He
grabbed me. “Right now, I wanna eat your pussy.”

“Oh! That sounds like fun.”

“Pull your panties down.”

I did so, sitting on the edge of the sofa.
His hands were on my hips. Our lips met, tongues sliding against
one another. I loved the sweetness of his breath mixed with
whatever liquor he had been drinking. I relaxed against the
cushions, as he kissed my breasts, pressing the mounds together and
sucking the hardened nipples. He licked his way to my belly and
lower, his tongue lapping against my clit.

“Oh!”

“You’re dripping.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He knelt between my thighs,
holding his cock, which he rubbed over my sodden opening. The lips
of my labia were puffy and pink, swollen with expectation. “God,
your pussy is so pretty.”

“Thanks. I thought you were gonna suck
it?”

“I want to but…lemme fuck it for a minute
first.”

He used his cock like a personal massage
tool, rubbing it up and down. My little hole was sore, but it was
easy to ignore, because every time he bumped my nub, pleasure
flared like white-hot lightning. I panted with shallow breaths, my
chest rising and falling. My belly trembled and tingled; all the
while he continued to rub himself over me. I met his gaze, and we
stared into each other’s eyes for a long, stirring moment.

That magnificent cock was opening me up to
receive him. “Honey.” He sounded pained. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

With one fluid stroke, he was inside of me,
driving deep into my silken tunnel, discomfort flaring. My hand
drifted to my clit, where I rubbed vigorously. He began to pump,
first slowly, and then more aggressively, his eyes hooded with
pleasure. His attention was transfixed on where we were joined,
watching his cock sliding in and out.

“Oh, Ryan…”

The lips of my labia closed around his shaft,
as the discomfort drifted away and was replaced by unimaginable
pleasure. I shifted, lifting my bottom to better receive him. The
pressure I applied to my clit helped propel me along the amorous
path of release.

“Is this nice, honey? Does it hurt?”

“No. Don’t stop.” He increased the tempo,
driving harder; his cock was nearly in my belly. I could see it
moving under the skin. “Oh, God…Ryan…” A maddening river of liquid
passion poured over me, forcing my sex to clench, which elicited a
lengthy groan from him. I realized then that he had brought me to
the edge. I flung my head against the cushion, as release, sweet
and sure, charged through me like an invading army.

“That’s a good girl, Alexa.”

“Ooohh…” I gritted my teeth, as a thousand
mini convulsions pounded me, lessening incrementally. “It was so
good.”

He withdrew and licked my pussy. “You taste
like cum.”

“You didn’t, did you?”

“No, honey. You taste like your own cum.”

“Oh.”

He held his cock. “If you suck it, I’ll
squirt.”

Then I understood. “I want to know what it
tastes like.”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” I slid from
the sofa and wrapped my lips around the spongy tip. I felt more
confident about my fellatio skills, and I devoured him, gagging, as
he slid to the furthest reaches of my throat. “Oh, God…baby…” He
gripped the back of my head, which was mildly worrying, and pushed
me further onto his tool. I gagged repeatedly, but from the sounds
of his groans, he wanted me to eat every inch. “Oh, Alexa…” He
fucked my mouth, over and over, until moaning and pulling free to
squirt a creamy type of fluid. I held out my tongue to catch it.
Several streams hit my forehead instead. A pearl-like rope of semen
landed across my cheek. He pushed himself into my mouth, and I
sucked him, tasting the tart effects of his orgasm. It was
incredible salty. I ran my tongue down each side, licking and
eating his jizz. “Jesus, that was good.” He collapsed on the
sofa.

“Did I do all right?”

He rubbed my back, holding me close. “You did
better than all right. You were wonderful.”

“I’ll improve the more I do it.”

“Yes, you will. I’m not complaining.”

“Does mom suck your cock?”

“Uh, sweetheart…”

“I know. You don’t want to talk about
it.”

We went to bed, and I regrettably had to
sleep alone. Over the next few weeks, Ryan and I were together
whenever we could be, stealing kisses and having sex when my mother
wasn’t around. I had never been happier in my life. Ryan’s smile
was permanently etched into his features, with happy words and good
humor frequently on the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t until we had
forgotten to go to our own beds one morning that I realized our
mistake. The sound of someone clearing their throat woke me. I
stirred, nestled in the warmth and comfort of Ryan’s arms and
glanced at my mother, who stood at the foot of the bed.
Oh,
shit
! I sat up, blinking at the intrusion, my stomach
sinking.

“Mom?”

“Good morning, Alexa.”

Ryan stirred, opening his eyes, realizing
what had happened. “Jesus, fuck!” He sat up. “Oh, Jesus.”

“I know you’ve been doing this for a while.
You haven’t fooled me.”

“I’m so sorry, mom. It’s my fault.”

“How could you do this?” The question was
directed at Ryan.

“I wish I had a better answer for you, Kris.
You’re not gonna like what I have to say.”

I held the sheet to my chest. “Mommy don’t be
mad at us. I really like Ryan. Can’t we share him?”

Her hand was over her mouth. “I’m going to my
room. I need…a minute.” She turned around and walked away.

I met Ryan’s stare. “What’s gonna happen
now?”

“I don’t know.” He slid out of bed and pulled
his shorts up. “We got sloppy.”

“She knows. She’s known for a while.”

“I gotta talk to her.” He glanced at me, and
I felt tears prick my eyes. Strolling towards the bed, he held my
face. “It’s gonna be all right, Alexa. Don’t worry.”

“You can’t take all the blame. Half of it’s
on me.”

“Sit tight.” He left the room.

I got up to throw a nightgown over my head. I
stood outside their bedroom door and listened.

“I’m so sorry, Kris.”

“You took her virginity.”

“I…did.”

“I saw the sheets.”

“I can’t really defend myself, Kris. I
was...weak. I was reckless.”

There was a lengthy pause. “I didn’t want to
believe it. I thought maybe I was imagining things.”

He sighed, “I love you, honey…but I love
Alexa. I don’t want to wreck what we have. I don’t want to lose
you.”

“You shoulda thought about that before you
seduced my daughter!”

I walked into the room. “I did it. I seduced
him. You can’t blame him for this!” She glanced at me, and the look
of pain on her face made me ache for her. I sat on the bed and
wrapped my arms around her neck. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate
me. Don’t hate Ryan.”

“You know she’s pregnant, don’t you?”

I stiffened at this announcement. I had taken
an at home pregnancy test yesterday. She had found it in my
trash!

“What?”

“She’s pregnant.”

Ryan had gone white. “H-how do you know
that?”

“I found the positive test in the trash.”

“Is this true, Alexa?”

I shrugged. “I think so.”

“Shit.” He sat in the chair across the room
and held his face in his hands.

“The only thing I care about is my daughter.”
My mother’s voice sounded cold.

“I’m fine, mom.”