Ecstasy

I dig my nails into Alex’s back.

He’s just looking at her, and I’m still all over him. If he doesn’t say something, I might offer to fuck them both.

Molly is hot, even if she doesn’t want to look my way. Even if she doesn’t like that I’m the more recent ex.

Alex clears his throat, and then he rests an arm around my back.

Molly’s eyes narrow.

“I’m good,” he tells her.

“Didn’t she fuck around with Jamal?” she asks, in a tone full of false i

Alex’s arm tightens around me. “Watch your fucking mouth or leave, Molly.”

She rolls her eyes, biting her tongue, clearly upset with that answer. Then she mutters something under her breath that I can’t hear, thankfully, and goes back outside, slamming the door shut a little harder than necessary.

Alex looks down at me. “So? What do you think? If she sucks my dick, you go

I shrug, smiling up at him. “Can I suck it too?”

He cocks a brow, definitely surprised. Our failed threesome with Eli was the closest we ever got to consensual sharing. He clears his throat again and he can’t hold back his smile either. “You’re dirty, princess.”

“You have no idea.”

The smile dims a little. “Yeah, I’m not sure I wa

“Alex, come on, don’t—”

“Don’t what?” he asks me, clearly pissed.

He shouldn’t have asked me to come here. I shouldn’t have agreed to come here. He rounds on me, stepping closer. My back hits the kitchen island and he cages me in, hands on either side of me as he leans down close. “Did you fuck Jax, too, huh? You fucking him for drugs?” He runs a hand through my hair, yanking my head back, his mouth over mine. “I guess the better question probably is who aren’t you fucking, Za?”

“Alex, don’t do this.” I can’t fight back. Not because I literally can’t, but with the drugs in my system, I just don’t want to. I want a truce. I want to just relax. I just want to chill with him. “Alex, please.”

His fingers only tighten in my hair as he runs his mouth over mine, but then he sighs, pulls away, letting me go and ru

I feel my body heat up with his words. I can feel them against my skin. I’m almost humming with the safety I feel, right here in his arms.

I know Alex isn’t bad. I know he isn’t the asshole he pretends to be. He’s something else entirely. He’s good. He’s pure. He isn’t a criminal. He didn’t hurt anyone.

“And I’m going to fuck you good, princess, and you’re going to show me just how big of a whore you really are.” He presses a kiss to my neck and then pulls away, out of my arms. I feel his absence with the sudden rush of cold where his body was against me, but I lean against the counter, watching him, his words echoing in my head.

I start swaying again to the music and as he pulls a glass from the cabinet, opens the fridge and gets water from the big pitcher inside, I can’t stop thinking about it. How good he is. And then I can’t stop the question that comes out of my mouth either, all fast and quick like if I don’t get it out in a rush, I won’t have the nerve to ask it at all.

“Alex, what happened at that party? With that girl?”

I see him tense, his back muscles knotting up under his shirt as he flips off the spout for the water pitcher.

For a moment, he doesn’t move. He only says, “What party and what girl?” with an edge to his voice.

I think about wrapping my arms around him. Turning him around. Kissing his gorgeous mouth.

I don’t answer him though. We both know what party.

He closes the fridge door, turns to face me and extends his hand, offering me the full glass of water.

I take it greedily, gulping down the ice-cold liquid, humming as I do. Halfway through, I tell him what I know to be true: “You didn’t hurt her. You didn’t hurt anyone.”

“How do you know?”

I eye him over the rim of my cup but drink again.

“How do you know I didn’t hurt her?” he clarifies.

I keep drinking, unable to stop even if I wanted to. It’s just so damn good. Or maybe I don’t want this conversation. Maybe I’ve lost my nerve all over again.

Finally, I finish the water and exhale my contentment, setting the glass on the island at my back.

I turn back to face him. I watch him staring at me as I sway back and forth, unable and unwilling to stop. The music is just flowing through me and it’s as if it’s a part of me. I can’t stay still.

“You’re too good,” I tell him.

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I almost drowned you.”

“I know.” I twirl around, bringing my hands up in the air as I dance.

“I’m the reason that video exists.”

I drop down low, turning back to face him. “I know.”

He comes closer, but doesn’t reach for me and I don’t stop dancing. This time, though, I grind up on him, my ass against his cock, which is already hard.

“I almost broke your teeth with a bottle.”

I glance over my shoulder, my eyes co

He still doesn’t touch me, but I see his gaze darken. I feel him growing harder against my ass, and I don’t stop grinding against him.

When I feel like I can’t take it anymore, when I feel like if he doesn’t put his hands on me, I might explode, he grabs my hips, yanks me back against him. His arms come around my front, caging my back against his chest, hands splayed around my torso.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says against my ear.

Some people come into the kitchen, staring at us as they head outside to the pool. We don’t pay them any mind.

I rest my head against Alex’s chest, my eyes closed. I feel so warm and safe in his arms, it’s like I’m under a blanket of pure love.

I know, somewhere deep down, that’s just the molly talking, but it doesn’t change the feeling.

“You are,” I tell him.

He laughs against my ear, runs his lips against my neck. I shiver, my core tightening with his mouth on me. I want nothing more than to go upstairs and fuck him. Let him fuck me. Take turns exploring each other.

“I’m not even close, princess,” he tells me and my heart almost aches with those words because they’re not true.

I tell him that, my eyes still closed as I drown in the feel of him against me.

He sighs, his breath against my neck. “You’re mine, you know that?”

I think about Eli. This bad secret between us. I don’t want to, and I definitely shouldn’t say it, but I feel like maybe it would be best. Maybe if I just came clean to Alex, maybe if we just told each other our worst secrets, we could start over. We could start over and we could be like this, always. We wouldn’t fight or scream or yell, but we would be good for one another.

“I do bad things,” I tell him, testing the water, pressing further back against him, still swaying in his arms.

He tenses but holds me tighter. “I know.”

“Do you?” I counter, my words a whisper.

“Yes.” His every breath makes my nerves light up, and that warm, peaceful feeling in my chest expands.

I raise my arms up, wrap them around his neck. He runs his hands up my shirt and the feel of his warm skin on mine lights a fire in my core.