4.
I woke up the next morning with four missed calls from Sarah, eight friend requests on Facebook, and one killer hangover. I held my forehead tightly, trying to stop the feeling of my brain trying to explode from my scalp. I trail out to the kitchen to retrieve a tall glass of water and some pain killers. Jesus, Claire, I thought to myself, What the hell did you do last night?
And that’s when it all came crashing down on me like a wild tsunami. Sarah’s Halloween party, alcohol, music, dancing…. Axel. Oh, shit! Panic pricks at my nerve endings and I pick up my cell-phone, dialling Sarah’s number. She answers almost immediately, with far too much spring in her step after last nights antics.
“Well hello, you crazy fucking minx!” She practically squealed into the phone, forcing me to physically pull it away from my ear in fear of giving my delicate brain permanent damage.
“I’ll admit it, I didn’t think you would have had it in you…” she continued,
“….or should I say, him?” she laughed and I could practically see her cheek-biting grin, whilst she sits in some overpriced café somewhere, sipping on a Bloody Mary.
“Oh, god, Sarah…. I have no idea what got into me last night, it was so out of character,” I chimed in, shoving my free hand over my eyes to shield from the blinding light coming from my windows.
“Thank God!” Sarah countered. “No offence, babe, but I was starting to lose faith in that little, wild spark I saw when we first met.” It took a moment to let her statement sink in. It was blunt, but it was Sarah- of course.
“I mean, I love you, C-bear, but didn’t you say that the whole reason you moved here was to start over?” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, of course, but I didn’t mean I wanted to transform myself into some sex-crazed nympho.” I huff. We both laugh, and I immediately realised just how stupid I sounded. This was Sarah Halloway I was speaking to. The blonde bombshell who enjoys quick shags on her lunch break and calls margaritas, ecstasy and orgies a Friday Night. I take a deep breath as silence begins filling the line, shaking my head at the ridiculous circumstance I was finding myself in.
“Babe, there is just one thing I want to talk to you about.” Her voice turned serious, unlike the Sarah I was always used to. I perched onto the armrest of my couch with furrowed brows, my silence beckoning her to continue.
“You know that guy you were with last night? About a billion feet tall, dark hair, lust on legs?” Jesus, how could I forget? Axel was the wildest experience of my entire life- with a tongue like that? It would take more than a few pills and an ounce of spirits to let go of that memory.
“Just…be careful.” She warned. Sarah Halloway, concerned about…some guy? Her voice hummed through uncomfortably.
“Isn’t he your friend?” I asked. Surely, Sarah wouldn’t let some psycho into her apartment- even at her standards.
“Oh, of course!” Her reassurance was an instant relief. “Great guy, amazing bod. He’s just got a bit of a… how can I put this?” I can almost see her French-tipped nail tapping at her cheek as she, almost too easily, uses her post-party brain to figure out her next words. “He can just be very… unpredictable.” She lands on, “A little bit wild. Even for me, you know?” I shook my head, baffled at her admittance; deeply flattered by her concern.
“Oh, god, Sarah, I can guarantee you that what happened between Axel and I last night was nothing more than a drunken mess.” I laugh. I wouldn’t stand a chance with a force like Axel. Jesus, I’m almost certain he’s already forgotten that I even exist.
“I’m just saying,” she chimes, “He’s just not the kind of guy that will give you a happily ever after without a whole lot of crazy.” She pauses, then giggles like a school-girl, “I mean, unless that ever after is under the covers, I bet…” My mouth falls open, agape at her avowal.
"Sarah!” I gasp, blushing hard. She lets out a gorgeous, full-bellied laugh.
“Hey, don’t think I didn’t see your, (impressive, by the way), ‘O’ face in the middle of my lounge-room last night,” she sneered playfully.
“I am far too hungover for that conversation;” I begin, “so on that note, I will talk to you later.”
She blows me kisses from her end and I hang up in a light huff, throwing my phone onto the couch and brushing my fingers through my hair. She was right, though. The way Axel touched, kissed, played with me last night; of course, it would not be hard to quickly become addicted to such a force. I slowly sink onto the couch, getting lost in recollections of the night before. His large, warm hands dancing on my skin in smooth waves. His soft, plump lips encasing mine as we sway to the thudding music surrounding us. His hot, wet tongue, dancing in circles around my tender clit…
It didn’t take long for my hand to find its way down my panties. Jesus, he really is dangerous. I begin rubbing my sensitive skin, picturing Axels chiselled jaw scraping my inner thighs. I imagine his body-jolting nibbles and that sinful, mischievous grin as he looked up at me, between my legs. I moved my free hand onto my chest, pulling and tugging at my nipple, pretending that it was his- feeling and groping me for his own pleasure. My fingers turn into his tongue, the notion sending pulses of adrenaline and pangs of pleasure coursing through my body in lustful waves. His gorgeous, grey eyes focusing on my restless features as he devours me; making me his, in front of everyone at that party. A heat rises up my chest and I start feeling that euphoric, climbing pull as my orgasm threatens to ripple through me. I move my fingers faster, more determined, as I imagine his thick, warm fingers sliding up my thigh, teasing at my folds before pushing inside of me.
My eyes flung open at the impact. Arching my back, I gasp out a loud moan, coming all over my fingers, a rollercoaster orgasm that continued to climb and fall and rip through me in pulses. As I start to come down, allowing my limbs to un-stiffen and my mind to wonder back to me, I hear Sarah’s warning hum through my ears.
That’s when my phone chimes and I drag my arm across the couch lazily.
The message was from an unknown number, and the slight curiosity was enough to open it.
You’re insatiable, Kitten.
I’m already hungry for your taste again. – Axel.
And that’s when it all came crashing down on me like a wild tsunami. Sarah’s Halloween party, alcohol, music, dancing…. Axel. Oh, shit! Panic pricks at my nerve endings and I pick up my cell-phone, dialling Sarah’s number. She answers almost immediately, with far too much spring in her step after last nights antics.
“Well hello, you crazy fucking minx!” She practically squealed into the phone, forcing me to physically pull it away from my ear in fear of giving my delicate brain permanent damage.
“I’ll admit it, I didn’t think you would have had it in you…” she continued,
“….or should I say, him?” she laughed and I could practically see her cheek-biting grin, whilst she sits in some overpriced café somewhere, sipping on a Bloody Mary.
“Oh, god, Sarah…. I have no idea what got into me last night, it was so out of character,” I chimed in, shoving my free hand over my eyes to shield from the blinding light coming from my windows.
“Thank God!” Sarah countered. “No offence, babe, but I was starting to lose faith in that little, wild spark I saw when we first met.” It took a moment to let her statement sink in. It was blunt, but it was Sarah- of course.
“I mean, I love you, C-bear, but didn’t you say that the whole reason you moved here was to start over?” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, of course, but I didn’t mean I wanted to transform myself into some sex-crazed nympho.” I huff. We both laugh, and I immediately realised just how stupid I sounded. This was Sarah Halloway I was speaking to. The blonde bombshell who enjoys quick shags on her lunch break and calls margaritas, ecstasy and orgies a Friday Night. I take a deep breath as silence begins filling the line, shaking my head at the ridiculous circumstance I was finding myself in.
“Babe, there is just one thing I want to talk to you about.” Her voice turned serious, unlike the Sarah I was always used to. I perched onto the armrest of my couch with furrowed brows, my silence beckoning her to continue.
“You know that guy you were with last night? About a billion feet tall, dark hair, lust on legs?” Jesus, how could I forget? Axel was the wildest experience of my entire life- with a tongue like that? It would take more than a few pills and an ounce of spirits to let go of that memory.
“Just…be careful.” She warned. Sarah Halloway, concerned about…some guy? Her voice hummed through uncomfortably.
“Isn’t he your friend?” I asked. Surely, Sarah wouldn’t let some psycho into her apartment- even at her standards.
“Oh, of course!” Her reassurance was an instant relief. “Great guy, amazing bod. He’s just got a bit of a… how can I put this?” I can almost see her French-tipped nail tapping at her cheek as she, almost too easily, uses her post-party brain to figure out her next words. “He can just be very… unpredictable.” She lands on, “A little bit wild. Even for me, you know?” I shook my head, baffled at her admittance; deeply flattered by her concern.
“Oh, god, Sarah, I can guarantee you that what happened between Axel and I last night was nothing more than a drunken mess.” I laugh. I wouldn’t stand a chance with a force like Axel. Jesus, I’m almost certain he’s already forgotten that I even exist.
“I’m just saying,” she chimes, “He’s just not the kind of guy that will give you a happily ever after without a whole lot of crazy.” She pauses, then giggles like a school-girl, “I mean, unless that ever after is under the covers, I bet…” My mouth falls open, agape at her avowal.
"Sarah!” I gasp, blushing hard. She lets out a gorgeous, full-bellied laugh.
“Hey, don’t think I didn’t see your, (impressive, by the way), ‘O’ face in the middle of my lounge-room last night,” she sneered playfully.
“I am far too hungover for that conversation;” I begin, “so on that note, I will talk to you later.”
She blows me kisses from her end and I hang up in a light huff, throwing my phone onto the couch and brushing my fingers through my hair. She was right, though. The way Axel touched, kissed, played with me last night; of course, it would not be hard to quickly become addicted to such a force. I slowly sink onto the couch, getting lost in recollections of the night before. His large, warm hands dancing on my skin in smooth waves. His soft, plump lips encasing mine as we sway to the thudding music surrounding us. His hot, wet tongue, dancing in circles around my tender clit…
It didn’t take long for my hand to find its way down my panties. Jesus, he really is dangerous. I begin rubbing my sensitive skin, picturing Axels chiselled jaw scraping my inner thighs. I imagine his body-jolting nibbles and that sinful, mischievous grin as he looked up at me, between my legs. I moved my free hand onto my chest, pulling and tugging at my nipple, pretending that it was his- feeling and groping me for his own pleasure. My fingers turn into his tongue, the notion sending pulses of adrenaline and pangs of pleasure coursing through my body in lustful waves. His gorgeous, grey eyes focusing on my restless features as he devours me; making me his, in front of everyone at that party. A heat rises up my chest and I start feeling that euphoric, climbing pull as my orgasm threatens to ripple through me. I move my fingers faster, more determined, as I imagine his thick, warm fingers sliding up my thigh, teasing at my folds before pushing inside of me.
My eyes flung open at the impact. Arching my back, I gasp out a loud moan, coming all over my fingers, a rollercoaster orgasm that continued to climb and fall and rip through me in pulses. As I start to come down, allowing my limbs to un-stiffen and my mind to wonder back to me, I hear Sarah’s warning hum through my ears.
That’s when my phone chimes and I drag my arm across the couch lazily.
The message was from an unknown number, and the slight curiosity was enough to open it.
You’re insatiable, Kitten.
I’m already hungry for your taste again. – Axel.
