CHAPTER 74

CHAPTER 74
ALEC'S POV

Carla was kissing me. Carla was kissing me.

My brain blanked.

For a second, I just stood there while her lips took mine in, the soft flesh driving me crazy.
But then she made to pull back and that was when my senses returned fully. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to my naked chest. My other hand went into her hair, slowly pulling at the roots as I got lost in the taste of her mouth. There was nothing else here except her, her, her.

She tasted like every dream I had ever had. I let out a loud groan as I won the little battle of lips we were having and swallowed her tongue in my mouth.
Our breaths were hurried and the moans she released had me about to cum right there like a teenage boy.

I wanted to drag down her dress and get to know her body once more.

Somehow, that memory was enough to jolt me out of my madness.

Softly, I peeled my skin away from hers and took a step backwards. My heart was pounding, raging between my ribcages. It gave me a terrible headache.

I looked at her. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were filled with lust and confusion.

“I … I thought … I thought you wanted this? Did I read you wrong? Fuck, I’m sorry.” She gasped softly, covering her mouth in mortification.

“No no no, don't think that way,” I quickly stopped her train of thought, my hand raking through my hair as I struggled to gathered my thoughts. “It's just… What do you mean by this? I’m confused, Carla, which is why I pulled away. I don’t … I don’t know what’s going on and as much as I crave this more than oxygen itself, I just… want to be sure.” I whispered, looking into her eyes desperately.

Her cheeks went pinker. “Oh. I just … I thought since we were here, we might as well have fun, you know, what happens on the Island stays on the Island?” She whispered shyly, her pink cheeks blooming red.

Blood rushed to my head, and I mumbled, “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, Carla.”

“You know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes, and I sighed, staying silent.

This wasn’t a good idea. Sex would complicate things, and I couldn’t do just sex anymore. Carla was not just a random person. She was the person I wanted. She was everything to me. I couldn’t have casual sex with her when she had already consumed my soul. I knew this wouldn’t be a good idea, but I was ready to jump into the fire to give her what she wanted.

She took my silence for rejection. “Forget I said anything,” then walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

I sat on the bed, deep in thought. Carla was everything I wanted, and she was giving me my greatest desire, served on a platter, but I was saying no? I couldn’t say no. I wanted her in any way I could get her, and maybe by doing this, I could pull her in, make her see that a relationship was possible. That we could be more.
Sex with her has been one memory my brain has retained in HD format and I would love more than anything to create more, but I want so much more than that.
So maybe this could be a way in, a start. Maybe she'll see there was more to me as well, maybe she'll see that I'm worth keeping for longer than one night of jolting pleasure.

So I waited for her. My heart jumped when the door opened. She frowned when she saw me.

“Do you want to use the restroom?” She asked, running her fingers through her full hair.

“Not quite. I want to talk to you. About … about what you … what we want.” I stammered awkwardly, hating how weird this was.

“How is it supposed to work?” I blurted, going straight to the point.

“We are here, and we have fun. It doesn’t have to be complicated.” She shrugged, folding her arms across her chest. My gaze dipped to her chest, then dragged over her entire body. She was beautiful and she knew it.
Fuck it, I can't say no to her even if I wanted to.

I pulled her to me, cupped her face, and kissed her.
She groaned into my mouth and kissed me back, scorching, burning away the last brain cells I had. I loved the taste of her. I would never get used to the taste of her, always wanting more. If this plan doesn't work, I'll be doomed.
Heat flushed through me as my hands wandered and cautiously cupped her boob. She moaned louder, and my cock jolted. I rolled the nipple between my fingers, and she groaned softly, sending shivers down my spine.

I pulled away from her and led her to the bed. We were silent. Silent as I lay her on the bed and got between her divine legs. Silent as I dragged down the devilish shorts she dragged on. The silence wavered when I inhaled sharply at the sight of her soiled panties, which awakened a consuming hunger in me. I had to taste her. I needed to. I would die if I didn’t.

So, I dragged down the soaked panties and settled between her legs, with one on my shoulder and the other spread wide. The silence continued, and I wondered if it was because we knew what we were doing and preferred not to speak it out. If it happened in silence, then it didn’t happen at all.

Starved, I ran my tongue over her wet slit, licking away every wetness. She gasped in pleasure, digging her fingers into my hair and shattered the silence.
Fuck, she tasted so damn good. I could imagine myself pulling her into random corners just to have a taste of her pussy. I will never be able to live without her, that is becoming more apparent.

And I was far too gone to care. I wrapped my hands around her hip, spread her wider for me, and I ate like I was starved. She was my apple in the Garden of Eden. She was a pomegranate, and I was hungry.

Moans and gasps spilt from her as I ate her out. I didn’t stop. My dick got stiffer, and I pressed my hips into the edge of the bed, getting whatever pleasure I could while I focused on taking her to heaven.

Slowly, I slid my finger into her, and she arched her back. I added in another finger, curved it in, and she detonated like a bomb.

“Alec – Alec – ALEC!” She cried as she cum, but I held her open, licking her through her orgasm.

I slid my tongue inside her, taking everything she was giving me. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, vibrating under my tongue. The taste of her was burned into my memory. I kept licking her until she pushed me off, panting in the sweetest pleasure.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, moving closer to her. My voice sounded strange.

“No,” she replied with defiance, “I wanted more.”