Destroy Rebuild

I sat on one side of the island, staring intently at Alex on the other side as he brought a piece of asparagus up to his lips. It was his birthday, and although I practically demanded we go out to celebrate, he refused.

“It just doesn’t seem very fair,” I shrugged.

“Why not?” he asked after swallowing.

I put my fork down and wiped my mouth with my napkin. “Because this is all I wanted to do for my birthday. But we went out and celebrated instead.”

“But we were in California for your birthday. You’d never been and the guys really wanted to show you a good time. And if I remember correctly, you really enjoyed it.”

“I did,” I nodded.

“Yeah, so drop it. I’ve been to every bar or club in Baltimore multiple times and none of those places sound nearly as appealing to me as having a day with my son followed by a delicious, home cooked, quiet dinner with my beautiful girlfriend.”

I sighed heavily and took a bite of mashed potatoes, deciding once and for all to leave it alone. We ate in a comfortable silence, exchanging glances occasionally. Will was already put to bed, and every few minutes I would look at the monitor to make sure he was still sleeping.

“Really babe,” Alex sighed as he leaned back a little on the barstool. “Dinner was amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I smiled as I began collecting our dirty dishes.

I loaded everything into the dishwasher quickly before turning back towards Alex. He was leaning against the island, his arms folded behind his head, and the smallest smile shot right at me.

“What?” I giggled.

He shook his head and whispered, “Just you.”

My body tingled as I moved in between his legs. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and pulled his chest against mine as I kissed him. For a few seconds it was a sweet kiss, but I decided I needed to up the ante to awaken my sexual side as I gently nibbled on his bottom lip. He gasped and his fingers raked across the t-shirt that covered my back. I pulled away and he groaned.

Alex told me he didn’t want me getting him any gifts, and to a certain degree, I obliged. But, like him with the Future Hearts demo, I had a trick up my sleeve as well.

“I have to go get ready,” I said in a low voice.

“Ready for what?” he huffed.

I smiled seductively and leaned closer, barely parting my lips enough that the tip of my tongue was exposed. As gently as I could, I traced his lips with my tongue and I could immediately feel his pulse quicken.

“Desert,” I whispered.

His eyes widened as I glided out of his embrace, and before I made it to the bedroom I heard him harshly whisper, “Holy shit.”

When I first told Megan about my raunchy birthday gift idea for Alex, she laughed uncontrollably. It was a little embarrassing, but her reaction was pretty much on point. I never considered myself that great at putting out sultry vibes, and I knew it would take some work for me to get every sexy dance move and lustful stare right.

On most days in California when Alex was at the studio, I rehearsed my dance moves for a few hours. I wanted to hit every mark perfectly in hopes his reaction to seeing me do the dance number to “Jingle Bell Rock” had the same effect on him as I remember watching him see Regina George do it. I felt utterly pathetic as I would stand in the mirror and work on trying to come across as confident, but I literally had no idea what else to do for him.

While he was taking a nap earlier that day with Will, I snuck into our bedroom and hung strands of Christmas lights around the ceiling. I’d pretty much forbidden him to go in there until I told him he could, and thankfully “Because I said so” was reason enough for him to obey. I plugged them in and shut the bedroom door behind me before rushing to the bathroom.

Thankfully, my long blonde hair already looked the part as it hung straight down my back. All I needed to do was spruce up my face and slip into my slutty Mrs. Clause outfit I snagged on sale at a Halloween store and it was show time.

After applying my final layer of eyeliner, I pulled my costume out of the back of the closet where it was hiding. I stripped quickly and pulled the short skirt up to my waist. It fit like a glove as it hugged my hips and fell just to my mid thigh. Thankfully, the top had a zipper on the front and I zipped it to the middle of my chest, the perfect amount of cleavage peeking through. My black gloves came up to my elbows and my black leather boots rose to my knees. After slipping my Santa hat into place, I reached for my phone to text Alex.

Come in, sit at the foot of the bed, and tell me when you’re ready

It wasn’t long before I could hear his feet pounding against the floor. I heard the bedroom door open, and it sounded like he said, “Whoa”. I could hear the comforter shift against the bed as he sat and soon he cleared his throat and said, “Ready.”

I nodded, took a final deep breath, and turned the volume up on my phone, the song beginning as I opened the bathroom door.

I was more nervous than I’d ever been as I walked slowly into the dimly lit bedroom. I couldn’t even make eye contact with Alex since I was trying so hard to focus on what I was doing. I counted my steps in my head, making sure to hit every sexy mark. I could feel Alex’s eyes glued to my body as I tried to make my movement appear more fluid than robotic. I wouldn’t dare look up at him and throw myself off, though.

“God damn it,” I heard him whisper.

When I finally tore my gaze away from the floor and up to him, the smile on his face calmed my nerves a little and soon enough I felt like a sexual goddess. As I crouched down, I pursed my lips in a kiss towards him while I smacked my inner thighs. His mouth fell slack and he hung his head back and I giggled while I watched him mouth “Fuck”.

I twirled in a circle, my arms above my head and my hips rolling rhythmically. Once I was facing him again I threw him a seductive wink and bit down on the corner of my bottom lip as I pumped my chest out. I was so relieved I could remember the routine and execute it successfully, and the way Alex was looking at me drove me crazy. I decided to make some of my own moves up and his eyes widened as I sauntered towards him.

My hands perched on his thighs and I bent over, barely making any skin contact as I fluttered light kisses to his neck. I could feel the desire pulsating through his veins and it only encouraged me to continue. I threw his legs open and knelt between them, my chest rubbing again his erection that was barely visible through his tight black jeans. He hissed when I closed my mouth over his bulge.

I was beginning to feel unstoppable as I turned around against him, rubbing my ass across his lap. It felt new and wild. I’d never felt as attractive as his reactions were making me feel in my life. As I was reaching back to caress the back of his head, his arm wrapped around my waist and I was soon lying flat on the mattress.

In a matter of milliseconds, Alex was hovering above me, his erection pushing against my leg. I moaned as he reached under my skirt and lightly traced my center. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of my top and he reached for my hands before pinning them above my head.

“I want you to keep this outfit on,” he said, his voice a little hoarse.

I did sort of intend on being the one in control of the night’s sexcapade, but watching Alex slowly strip out of his clothes made it hard for me to concentrate. He climbed back onto the bed and in one quick motion I was flipped onto my stomach. His arm slithered under my hips and he jerked, raising me to my knees. My back instinctively arched, giving him more room to work his magic.

Alex’s fingers laced into my hair and he tugged, a loud gasp spilling through my quivering lips. He used his other hand to push the bottom of my skirt up, exposing my bare ass and I noticed how quiet it was before his hand smacked my right cheek. I was so worked up over him and his spontaneous roughness that I almost orgasmed just from him spanking me.

“You’re so naughty,” he moaned before slipping himself inside.

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“Whoa,” Alex breathed about an hour and many different positions later.

I nodded against his shoulder, struggling to catch my breath. I’d never experienced anything like what he’d just shown me and truth be told, I loved every second of it.

He rolled over onto his side and pulled the covers over our naked bodies. My outfit didn’t last very long.

“Are you ok?” he chuckled while brushing some of my hair out of my face.

“Yes,” I nodded. I glanced up at him and smiled before saying, “Can we do that all the time?”

“All the time?”

I sighed and closed my eyes as I nodded.

“How about more often?” he laughed.

“Fine,” I pouted. “As long as we at least do it again.”

“Oh, of course,” he nodded, pressing his lips to my cheek. “You put me in one hell of a mood with that costume.”

I blushed and peaked one eye open at him.

“I’m serious, babe. I want that to be my birthday present every year for the rest of my life.”

“Even when I’m all old and gray and my boobs hang down to my knees?”

“Even then,” he nodded. “We can just wrap a hammock around those puppies and I’ll take, like, ten Viagra’s and we’ll have crazy old people sex.”

I giggled and scooted closer to him. “Sounds like a plan.”

Alex was quiet as his fingers glided up and down my spine. The silence was comforting and my forehead rested against his chest, his heart beat and the slow rise and fall as he breathed helping me wind down.

“Speaking of hammocks, do you know where a great place for one would be right now?” he asked suddenly.

I shook my head, but I had a feeling I knew where he was going with his question.

“In the backyard of the California house.”

Every day I felt worse and worse that I still hadn’t given Alex an answer yet. No matter how hard I tried, I was never confident with a decision. I could tell he was getting tired of waiting, but the pressure of having to decide so quickly made me even more unsure about it.

Alex gently pushed me away to get a better look at my facial expressions.

“Have you thought about it some more?” he asked, his tone hopeful.

All I could do was nod.

“And?”

I shook my head slightly as I shrugged. “I’m sorry, Alex. I’m still not sure.”

It was dreadfully obvious that the smile he forced would hopefully mask his impatience, but I saw straight through it.

“I’m so so-“

“No,” he shook his head, placing a finger over my lips to stop my words. “Don’t apologize. I understand, you still have to think it through.”

I could tell he meant the extra emphasis he used on the word “still”.

“Well, maybe if we talk about it you could help me deci-“

“I don’t really want to talk about it, Whit,” he interrupted. “Every time we do I end up falling more in love with it and you just seem to become more unsure. Maybe you should figure this out on your own.”

Guilt washed over me as he leaned in for a kiss before rolling onto his back and whispering, “Goodnight.”

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