I look around my studio taking it all in. I had converted my living room into my art space. It’s the best room with natural light. I share a two-story house with my brother and his wife. They’re upstairs and I’m below. But this week I get to enjoy the quiet without them coming downstairs and meddling in my life. I love that they check up on me but they are always trying to set me up with someone. Thankfully they’re off on a cruise.
There’s a big dog bed in the middle of the room. I see Sagan sleeping sweetly. The most spoiled dog in the world. I get up to play some music and water my plants. Honestly, I don’t know why I even bother with them, I’m just going to murder them anyway. I start to turn the volume up louder and dance around to my new found obsession in soul music from Jessie Reyez. Swaying my hips and belting out the words I close my eyes losing myself in the music. I’m oblivious as fuck to who’s watching me. I feel someone grab my hips and hold me.
He says, “Hey little one!” I let out a scream, pushing back, and fall on my ass.
I look up and all I can see is Alexander grinning at me. My brother’s best friend from childhood. The sexy bastard. From the corner of my eye I spot a duffle bag by the door.
“Jesus, Alex, are you trying to scare me to death?” I can't help but laugh while I rub my ass.
“Are you okay, Ally? Want me to rub it for you?” He says, mocking concern with a wink.
“So what are you doing here? Planning on staying a while?” I ask while he helps me up and we hug for a little bit. Breathing him in. He always smells so damn good. This crush never seems to go away.
“It’s over between Jenna and me. I found her sleeping with her boss. I’m going to pick up my stuff later on this week. Liam said I could stay here with you while they’re away. I promise I'll behave, wash up after myself, and help out until I get a new apartment.” He smiles and rubs the sleeping Sagan’s head.
“So my big brother decides to give you my house keys instead of his without even telling me! That’s just perfect. I’m sorry about Jenna. She's such a twat,” I mutter softly, looking up at him.
“Look, I won't intrude, if you don’t want me here. Just figured we could hang out like the old days,” he says looking all put out.
We both go to the sofa to sit down. “It’s not that at all. I love having you here. I just wish Liam would tell me shit first before deciding things for me. I think he okayed you being here because he was worried about me being alone. He worries way too much. Are you okay though? I know you guys lived together for a while. You really cared for her.” I can't help but make a scrunching face.
“You probably love knowing we're done. Don’t you? You never really took a shine to her.” He laughs but looks intensely into my eyes.
“I told you I didn’t think she was good enough for you. Besides, now you know you deserve better. Someone that laughs at your terrible dad jokes, and takes advantage of your giant ass. Who wouldn’t want someone that can reach the top shelves?” We both laugh at that. “Come here,” I say while I move in for the hug.
We hug for a while now and I swear I feel whole with him just hugging me like this. The air begins to feel heavy around us. I try to break the tension and I start to tickle him. We’re both squirming around tickling one another and laughing at each other until he overpowers me and grabs both of my hands above my head with his one large hand.
I’m so aware between my legs now of him being on top of me. Fuck... am I aware! I start to lick at his face to get away but he’s holding me down with his hand and he tickles me with the other. I'm laughing but I can't help instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist. I do the unfathomable and I kiss him hard. I stop myself so I can take him in. We’re both in shock and he can't take his eyes away from my lips.
I whisper so sweetly, “Just go with it.” I kiss him again.
I’ve been carrying this little torch for him the past ten years and now we're making out on my sofa. How fucking unreal is this? I feel his hands under my t-shirt now, touching and cupping my breast. I’m moaning into his mouth while he’s sliding his tongue against mine. He’s grinding his cock against me while I push my hips up meeting his grinding thrust. Why the hell are we wearing so many clothes?