Beneath the Boardwalk (Alex Turner)

20 {sexual frustration}

"Do you think... we could move this somewhere else," Alex whispers between his teeth, his lips still on mine. It wouldn't be nice to get caught in here. 

"Where did you have in mind," I mumble. 

* * *

He leads me to his apartment and quickly shuts the door when I step in. "Did you want a drink or may I just skip the pleasantries," he smirks. It's eleven at night and he just barely turns on the lights, a low dim. 

"I'm sure I'll be here another time to have a drink," I try to smile. It was cold outside, but it's really warm in here. Or is that just me? Or maybe it's him that's hot, I have no clue--

He takes off his tie, loosening the collar of his suit, and then steps right in front of me. The tip of his shoes meeting my sneakers. Alex licks his lower lip and then slowly wraps the tie around my eyes, blindfolding me. He ties it tightly behind my head. Oh God. 

I feel his lips right beside my ear, breath hot. His voice is deep, soothing. "Come with me, darling." It sends shivers down my spine. I'm reluctant to move, but he guides me to presumably, his bedroom. Is this too fast? I don't know what's normal. Is feels right, but it's so wrong. 

When he closes the door right behind me, he pushes me against it, in such close proximity I grow concerned if my heart might explode.  He takes off the tie from my eyes. "You looked so sexy, when I first saw you in my class. It was probably wrong for me to think... a student that way, but I would have never said anything 'bout it. Something with you." 

"I could say something really cliché here but I'd much rather you just kiss me," I say bluntly.

"Eager?" He trails his lips down my nose, and my veins were fire. His hands were on my waist, steady. Lips down to my chin and lowering on my neck, and... "I'd rather take things.... slow. Everything else in my life is too fast and I want... something logical, for once."

I close my eyes. "Mine was boring before I ended up in your class. I'm tired of slow." 

Alex stops and raises his eyebrows, his deep brown eyes staring into mine. It takes a while, but soon I hear him utter a word underneath his breath. "Okay." 

I bite my lip. And soon enough his lips were back on mine, rough. His hands played with the hem of my shirt, brushing against my hips. I run my hands through his hair, soft, falling through my fingers. I want him closer, I want his suit off. 

His leg moved between mine, leaning against the door. His breath was hot, nose brushing mine.  I couldn't concentrate on anything but his chest pressed against me and how his fingers oh so gently played with the skin on my waist, shooting fire into my veins. I felt a bit intoxicated with his mouth on mine mixed with the realization of how much trouble I was getting into, making out with Turner. 

"How am I doing," Alex whispers huskily, trailing his fingers on the belt of my jeans. "I've... not too much experience. I'm going on built-up sexual frusturation," he chuckles deeply. He then pushes his hair back, and I'm wrecked by his half-smile.

"I find that hard to believe," I whisper. "There's only one thing you're doing wrong," I taunt him. I don't know what came over me.

"Hm, and what's that, love?" Alex smiles, tilting his head. 

"You really do like to talk too much." I try to calm my breathing, my heart racing in my chest. 

He leans in beside the base of my neck, painfully slow. "Is that such a bad thing?" I can't breathe again. "I can tell you things you might like." Alex softly sucks on my neck, smirking against the skin. "Like how bad I want you on my bed." He drags his lips below my ear, his jaw grazing mine. 

"Tempting," I try to make out as steady as I possibly can, my eyes fluttering shut. I inhale sharply when he gently bites on my ear, taking my hands and pinning them above my head. He holds me against the door with his hipbones. 

"I do feel so awful about only now remembering to ask you, but you don't have... a boyfriend, correct," Alex kisses along my jaw. 

"No, definitely not," I whisper. 

"Good. Because you're mine now," he growls. My stomach tumbles. 

Until: Knock. Knock. Knock. 

"Why," Alex moans, rolling his head back. He turns to face me completely. Did they really have to knock now? "I will be right back. Stay here, don't leave. Unless...." He sighs. "Unless it doesn't sound good out there, hide. Or there's a gun in the drawer over there."

"A gun?" I say a bit louder than I meant to, alarmed. 

Alex muffles my mouth with his hand. "Be quiet," he says once, before fixing his hair and making his way out the door. He closes it silently behind him and I hear the clack of his shoes against the wood to the door. Wait--what? He has a gun! Who would be knocking on his door this late at night? My heart continues to race but now out of fear. Hide? Oh my God. I press my ear to the door to listen in. 

The apartment door opens. I hear Alex greet somebody, showing no emotion in his voice. The guy on the other side sounds muffled. Something I can't hear, no matter how hard I try. But nothing major happens. Shuffling about, and then I hear the door close, and silence. I hold my breath until I hear Alex open the door. 

"It's... alright, don't worry." I let out the breath. "It wasn't who I thought it would be, no danger."

"Oh." I pause. "Who was it?" 

"Didn't recognize the guy. Don't know him. He said he was a friend of my dad's, but he looked young. I haven't talked to my dad in years, either. Asked me a few questions, and left. I lied. Didn't trust him, but it was odd. Something was off about him."

"What did he look like?" 

"Um, scruffy jacket. Very rosy cheeks. Actually, very red. Didn't look too much into it."

I freeze. "Did he have blonde-ish hair?" 

"Actually, yeah. How did you know?"

Why would he be showing up at Alex's at night? "That's--Jamie," I say, the name dry on my tongue. "He works for me at the Boardwalk."