Alice is drowning, but it's not something she likes to admit, even to herself. She's stuck in a whirlwind of bad habits and bad influences. But on the night of a crazy outing, she meets Erik, who teaches her a little something about the meaning of l...
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Warning: sexual content ahead.
Pain: check. Sorrow: check. Broken heart: check. Clothing: nowhere to be found. I stood at the edge of the outdoor pool, staring down at the still water, sporting nothing but my bra and panties. I'd shed my clothing and every ounce of self-respect I'd had after my last line of coke, losing myself within my mind. I wanted to jump. I was going to jump, but not before I got one last gulp of fresh air; and then I was in the freezing water, sinking to the bottom of the pool, sitting and waiting. When the water stilled again, my ears ringed with nothingness and I loved it. It felt like I was in a whole other world that was all just made of empty space, and my mind was empty for once, rid of delusional thoughts. All I did was feel. Feel the water between my fingers as I twirled them around. Feel the pressure of the water against my skin. Feel the heaviness within my chest as I refuse to surface.
Unfortunately, a dark shadow of a man on the pool floor ruins my serenity and I conclude that I'd finally lost my mind and gone coo-coo. I tilt my head up and am corrected wrong because I find someone standing at the edge of the pool, staring right down at me. I open my mouth to gasp but I choke, not remembering that I was six feet underwater. Stupid me. Water floods my lungs and I gasp uncontrollably, desperately searching for air. My chest burns and my head feels like it's ready to pop off like a dandelion. The water splashes from above and in comes my savior, hoisting me from the bottom of the pool to the surface. When I break the surface, I cough and spit out water till my head is spinning with exhaustion, begging for lost oxygen.
"What the hell were you doing?" He rasps, holding me afloat in his arms. I cough one last time that follows by a deep breath, then finally survey my rescuer. Erik? He eyes me expectantly but I don't know how to reply, because I don't know what I was doing. So I give him exactly that, "I...I don't know."
He stares at me incredulously, his sopping wet hair sending droplets down the length of his nose and cheeks. He's still fully clothed, holding me tightly against him. "Why are you here?" I whisper, scared that if I talked too loud, I'd crack. He sighs, his caramel eyes flicking between my own green ones and his hand placed on my bare waist. "I wanted some more of that coke, but it seems you took it all," he explains, and he isn't wrong. I'd snorted the remainder of the gram then my mind went batshit crazy with horrid thoughts that I couldn't rid. And that's why I sunk to the bottom of a pool, hoping I'd find some relief. I guess I did know why I was in here.
"You okay?" Erik asks, his fingertips gently raising my chin to lock sights with me. I lie, "I'm fine," but it's clear he sees right through my fake exterior. "If someone's giving you shit, I can beat them up for you," he suggests cockily and I giggle, just thinking about the outcome of that. I'm pretty sure this random Erik dude could beat the shit out of all my problems with the amount of muscle on him. He gives me a sly, persuasive smirk but I shake my head 'no', chewing on my bottom lip. "Well," he begins but pauses, his thumb dragging across my bottom lip to release my teeth from it, "I could still help you."
"How?" I jump at his suggestion, hoping it involved that succulent, secret weed of his. His smirk grows and I innocently question him with my eyes, becoming increasingly impatient. He licks his plump lips then leans into me, his lips grazing my ear, and whispers seductively, "I can take you to heaven."
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His hips pounded into my pelvis, the water gently masking each thrust. My nails dug into his bare back and I moaned into his neck, breathing in his musky scent. One hand of his palmed my ass and the other held on tightly under my thigh, keeping me in place. Erik slammed himself into me as fast as he could with the water restricting his momentum, growling in ecstasy and sucking, biting, licking all over my neck to the point where I felt like he was drawing blood. "Erik !" I cry out in bliss, throwing my head back, and my thighs coil, squeezing Erik's torso between them. I grip onto the back of his neck, pulling his hair and riding him like no tomorrow. When he said he could take me to heaven, this was definitely the closest I was ever going to get.
"Fuck," he groans through clenched teeth, taking hold of both my thighs and forcefully spreading them so he could shove himself even deeper within me. I whine and sink my teeth into his shoulder, nails digging into his bicep and back. I've had sex before, but it was nothing like this. This was pure pleasure. No emotion, no feelings, and it was downright delectable. We both cry out as he thrusts sloppily and harshly then slams into me one last time, gasping together as we reach our climaxes. I rest my forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily and trying to catch my breath. Erik's exhaustion level is the same, but he recovers much more quickly, placing a trail of puckered kisses up to my cheek from my collarbone. His tongue slips out and he catches my earlobe between his lips, sucking gently, then hums, "have I divested you?"
I moan in reply, still clutching onto him for support. I felt that if I let go, I'd sink to the bottom of the pool again. Erik continues to nibble on my earlobe and caress my still trembling thighs. When I finally regain my wilted composure, I sit up and graze my lips against Erik's, then place a single, heartfelt kiss on his silky lips and whisper, "thank you." I move to detach myself from him but he pulls me back against him, our chests colliding against each other. I hold in a moan, our nipples teasing each other as they rub against one another. Erik catches my cheek in his palm, dragging my attention back to his lips. His tongue dips out to moisten them then he throws two questions at me that leave me feeling guilty, "that's it? You're just going to leave after that?"
My lip quivers and I blankly stare at him. This is exactly what I didn't want. Feelings. They got in the way of everything. They terrified me. I hated commitment. Commitment leads to rejection and pain and worry and every negative feeling in the book. This is not what I wanted, "I-I...uh," I stutter, my heart fiercely pounding in my chest. But then he chuckles, the dooming weight being lifted from my chest, "give me the night. I'm not asking for commitment or for your heart. I just want to give you one night of life. Give me one night to show you what I'm all about." I don't know how to reply but with a shocked open mouth. One night? One night with him could either fix everything or tear me to shreds. Not like my heart wasn't already broken, but I had had near enough and couldn't even express the thought of being hurt more. It was too risky, but it was also exactly what I needed.
"J-just one night?" I carefully ask and he confirms it with a nod. I swallow the nervous lump in my throat and breathe out a shaky breath. How bad could it really be? How much fun could it be? Maybe, just maybe, this could fix me, even if it might break me and I was willing to take that chance. So, I nod, running my hand down his tatted arm, his skin smooth and tingly against my own. He was a true masterpiece and I was a flawed, little girl begging for compassion.
"One night," I stress, ensuring our deal, "you better make it worth it."
