After All

Jimmy gives her a charming smile. I have to say, I was hoping he wouldn’t be like he was the last time I saw him and to my surprise, he looks great. He’s clean-shaven, his thinning hair is slicked back and his eyes look bright. He’s also wearing his uniform from the soup kitchen where he’s supposed to be working tonight and where I usually volunteer on Tuesdays.

“Pleased to meet you, truly I am,” Jimmy says, enthusiastically shaking Alyssa’s hand. He grins at me, his cheeks growing pink. “Boy, Tetty. You really found the prettiest girl in the whole city. I am so happy for you. So happy to see you with someone. I was starting to worry about you, you know?”

“I was starting to worry too,” I admit with a sheepish grin. “Anyway, I thought we’d all go down to the soup kitchen together.”

“Sure, sure, I was just about to leave,” he says, looking back in the apartment as if looking for something.

I hand him my plastic bag. “First, some food for later.”

“Thanks, thanks Tetty,” he says, lifting up the bag in reverence before taking it inside and putting it on the kitchen counter.

As he does so, Alyssa turns to me. “He’s adorable,” she says, briefly leaning into my arm. “Thank you for bringing me to meet him.”

Fuck. She’s starting to unravel me, thread by thread.

I swallow and put my arm around her, holding her tight.

“Okay, let’s go. Whoa. Look at you lovebirds,” Jimmy says, closing the door behind him and locking it. “Boy, I remember what it was like to be in love.”

Alyssa stiffens at that but I don’t loosen my grip. I know what she’s thinking, I know things are getting complicated, the edges are blurring, the lines are being crossed. But maybe she’ll see the beauty in the change.

Or maybe she just wants her money. Maybe what you feel for her will in no way be returned. She thinks you’re a cad, remember. A player. Someone like her daddy. Someone who will hurt her.

And you told her you would.

“You okay, Tetty?” Jimmy asks me.

I blink at him in surprise. “Oh, yes. Good. Let’s go.”

The three of us leave and walk the two blocks over to the soup kitchen. Even though I’ve been there enough, Jimmy introduces Alyssa to everyone there and everyone seems charmed by her, especially as she starts working alongside them, dishing out meals for the hungry. For being such a sassy, prickly woman at times, when that soft side comes out, it makes everybody melt. We’re the lucky ones who see that side of her. It’s why when I thought about bringing her here, showing her this part of my life, this part of my history, every ugly bit, that I knew she wouldn’t balk, wouldn’t run. She would be bold and brave enough to take it all on and do so with grace and compassion.

It also makes me realize why she’s maybe been so unlucky in love. I have no doubt that every man that lays eyes on her thinks she’s beautiful and, fuck, yes, undeniably sexy. I mean, that’s one of the first things I noticed, other than her breasts of course. Her sexual confidence and strength. But there’s something about that, and being an honest, strong-willed woman, that scares men off. It intimidates them. They want the woman that needs them. The truth is, we all need someone, including Alyssa, but some people require a little more than just scratching the surface.

I was determined from the start to peel back her layers, to slip beneath her armor. To discover the secret softness underneath, the places she keeps hidden.

I feel like I’m so fucking close.

It’s in front of me, all within reach.

Now it’s just a matter of her letting me in.

Something tells me it’s not going to be easy to help her see past the lie.

But I’m willing to give it all I’ve got.

When we’ve put in a good few hours at the soup kitchen and it starts to close up for the night, I’m fully prepared to take Alyssa straight to her place.

But as we get in the car and leave the mean streets of downtown behind, she turns to me and says, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

I look at her in surprise, utter happiness fluttering through me. “No? Stay over at my place.”

“That’s okay?”

“It’s better than okay, sunshine,” I tell her. “I don’t want to be alone either.”

There’s something about the reality and rawness that we witnessed today that makes me want to hold onto her even tighter. It makes me appreciate just how wild and real she is, that she’s the fire in my life, the one that makes my heart beat. I want to bury myself deep inside her and never let go, let her light wash over all my darkness, let it dissolve my past. Alyssa is my sun, pure golden warmth that leaves only love behind.

My love for her.

Fuck, I’m in too deep.

But I don’t care.

We get to my place and we’re practically tearing each other’s clothes off as we stumble through the courtyard. Once inside we move to the bedroom, articles being discarded to the floor, our mouths clashing against each other, lips, tongue, teeth. It’s messy, it’s urgent, it’s a life force.

I push her down onto my bed, staring at her gorgeous body, the sly look in her eyes as I stand at the edge of the bed with my cock jutting out, already stiff as a board.

Her eyes widen as I knew they would. She loves my cock and I love her for it.

Her mouth parts sweetly and she turns around on her knees, shuffling to the edge. Her hands grab the back of my thighs, her nails digging in, and she stares up at me with burning eyes.

She doesn’t break eye contact with me—I’m starting to think she gets off by watching me get off. I’ve been with my fair share of women, but none of them were as brazen as she is, not even close. It gets under my skin like nothing else.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

She takes me in her mouth, working me softly, sweetly, but oh so fucking wild. I close my eyes and throw my head back, both wanting her to continue and wanting her to stop.

When I’m close to coming, I pull back, breathless. She stares at me, soulful, yearning, her perfect mouth open and glistening, practically begging for my cum.

I lick my lips and grab her by the arms, wanting her to feel my fire, feel just what she does to me, how mad with lust and desire she makes me feel. I pull her to me and kiss her urgently as the need, the lust, the want comes pouring out. I might just devour her right here. Everything she offers up is so beautiful and real and pure, but it’s never enough. I don’t just want to touch her and be with her, I want to fuse with her. Especially tonight of all nights. I want to sink inside her so deeply that she’ll feel bereft without me there. I want to be everything to her, the way that she’s become to me. I want her to feel that she’ll never be alone when I’m around.

She’s kissing me back, wild and untamed. She’s clawing at me now, nails on my back, and I’m gripping her so hard I feel I might break her.

Quickly, I push her back until she’s lying on the bed. I’ll never tire of the sight of her beneath me, so perfect, every swoop and soft, plump curve that my lips and tongue and hands are so ridiculously addicted to. Her pussy is a fucking treasure, bare and wet, and for this moment, for every moment I’ve spent with her, I know it belongs to me.

Mine.