Alex & Eloise

Alex removed his baseball cap and began twisting it around in his lap as Eloise continued to paint.

"No really," she insisted, running her tongue absentmindedly along her bottom lip, "I think I can get it right this time." Her long, graceful legs stretched out along the pink carpeting of her bedroom as she moved her paintbrush delicately across the canvas. Her legs were porcelain white, smooth and solid as they poured out from underneath her formfitting red summer dress. As she bent her head down to sample a color from her palette, a lock of red hair fell from her reckless ponytail and dropped down over one piercing green eye. She shoved it back without missing a stroke.

"Eloise," he said.

The emerald eyes flashed upward, eyeing him curiously.

"I just... uh..." He tapped the armrest of his armchair nervously. "Alice and Cooper and I are going out this Friday, to Aerenhart's, and I just wondered if you'd... you know, want to come along or anything."

He watched her carefully, the way she nonchalantly set the brush down and stretched her arms over her head, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked as if she were actually considering it. "Wow, Alex, that's... awfully nice of you to invite me and all, but..."

"But...?"

She sighed and tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling. "I don't know." She wouldn't look at him, her shoulders thrown back, chest thrust forward to outline a modest bosom and the smooth line of her stomach.

"Oh." He swallowed and stared down at his lap, his faded blue jeans, his crisp blue button-up shirt. It was a boring choice. He didn't blame her, really, did he?

He looked over at her. She had resumed her painting as if he'd said nothing at all, one hand toying with the charm necklace that draped around her shoulders and over the square cut of flesh around her collar.

"That's it? Like you just don't know and that's it?" He tried to keep the annoyance from his voice, but he was failing.

She looked up at him in surprise. "Well yeah. I just, it might not be such a good idea."

The words poured from his mouth before he could stop them, the heat surging through his body. "What the fuck? You think you're better than me?"

"No, Alex, it's really not anything personal—"

"Christ. Spare me."

She stood suddenly, her hands planted on her small round hips, and narrowed her eyes at him. "I am not about to sit here and apologize just because—"

He lashed out with an angry grunt and in one fluid movement pulled her down and onto his lap. She made an almost inaudible gasping noise as she threw her body weight forward in a vain attempt to remove herself from the wheelchair. He wrapped one arm unapologetically around her waist and pulled her back more firmly against his chest.

"You know what I'm sick of, Eloise? I'm sick of being turned down by every girl I like just because I'm in a goddamned wheelchair. What is it I'm lacking here?"

She lay still against him, breathing deeply. "It's not anything like that," she said after a moment.

"Then what is it? Am I too nice? I can change that." Taking a deep breath, he dropped one hand down on her thigh and let it slowly travel the length of her body.

"No, I like you, I do," she gasped out.

"Girls don't like nice guys. They want to be dominated. You think I can't dominate you? I'll dominate you." He pushed her away suddenly, and she went flailing toward her bookcase, where she caught herself and stood, regaining her breath, one hand pressed to her chest. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, full of utter disbelief regarding what had transpired.

Alex rolled forward and with the strength of his arms vaulted himself onto her mattress. With another grunt, he reached out for her arm and pulled her down on top of him. He pressed her body against his growing erection, his arms wrapped tightly around her back.

She had her hands on his chest, pushing, her expression unreadable. "Alex," she hissed, "You're acting crazy. Stop it."

"Oh, no," he shook his head. "No you don't." He rolled them both over so that she was pinned underneath his muscular frame, and caught her wrists up in one of his hands, pinning them above her head. Now she was stretched out in a graceful line, her chest heaving just inches from his nose.

Alex leaned down, his eyes boring into hers, and kissed her passionately, his tongue searching every crevice of her mouth, sliding eagerly along her own, exploring her teeth. She neither resisted nor responded, just lay dormant, the struggling now minimal. When he pulled away, she was staring at the ceiling.

"Alex," she breathed, "You're starting to scare me."

"Why?" he demanded, running a hand over her ear, along her cheek, down the base of her throat and finally to her awaiting bosom. "Because you like it so much?" He kneaded her breasts gently through the material of her sundress, never lifting his gaze from her face as the gentle curves of her body filled his hands.

She said nothing, her eyes shifting from the ceiling to his face, her mouth slightly open. As his hand traveled down to her navel, she lifted her abdomen automatically, and he thrust his hand underneath her dress and along her smooth, round rear end. He stroked the smooth, pale skin of her thigh, working the dress up until her nearly naked body was revealed and the material was puddled around her pinioned hands.

Her undergarments were simple and white, almost pale as her skin, the nipples pressing eagerly out of the bra and rising to meet the touch of his fingers. When his hand slipped down between her legs, she let out a low moan and her back arched almost imperceptibly.

"See?" he breathed into her ear, sliding one hand along the underside of her leg. "You like it."

She lay still beneath him, her only movement the rise and fall of her chest as he ran his hands over her body. Her eyes were closed, her face unreadable, as usual. For a moment he let go of her trapped wrists, dropping both hands around behind her back so that he could unfasten her bra. As he pulled the garment away, revealing her full, heaving bosom, she dropped her hands and resumed her struggle, thrusting her weight forward in an attempt to overthrow the hard-bodied man on top of her.

Pushing her back firmly, Alex lowered his mouth to her perfectly round, strawberry nipples and licked her gently, catching them between his lips with soft endurance.

A small sigh escaped her mouth and she settled down onto the mattress once again, pushing her chest up so that he could have better access. He kissed his way across her bosom, grasping, stroking her breasts with one hand and using his tongue to massage the soft tissue.

He reached down and grasped her crotch, causing a sudden jolt of electricity to stab through her body. Within moments he had removed her underwear. Still gentle, he began to massage her soft red mound, playing his fingers over her slit tauntingly.

He bent over to kiss her again. "No, really," he finally said. "I can stop now if you want me to."

Her eyes snapped open and she aimed her piercing green eyes at him. She appeared to be seeing him, really seeing him, for the first time. After a moment she reached out her hands and wrapped them around the back of his neck, stroking him gently with her fingertips.

Alex plunged his fingers inside her slit, expertly locating the small nub of her clitoris and massaging it slowly, pressure alternating. Eloise tilted back her long, graceful neck and moaned, her knees rising as she spread her legs further apart. He allowed his fingers to travel down, around the inner lips of her cunt, occasionally slipping in a digit only to draw it back out again and return to the clit. Her body began to move with the motion of his strokes, and suddenly he plunged two fingers into her cunt as far and deep as they would go.

A low, guttural moan escaped her as he massaged her clitoris with his thumb, and he felt the surge of energy slowly rising deep within her. She clutched the back of his neck tightly.

Suddenly he pulled out of her altogether, leaving her legs open and exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him as if stricken. His lips formed a devious smirk.

"I want to hear you beg for it," he insisted.

"Wha...?"

"Beg for me to fuck you. Come on. You know you want it." He ran his fingers along her thigh, teasing her pubic hairs with the tips of his fingers. "Tell me how wrong you were to blow me off. Tell me how badly you want me inside you."

Rolling over to the side, he quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled down his white briefs, revealing his engorged cock. He rolled forward and began to massage her slit with the head of his penis, slowly rolling over her clitoris just enough to taunt her.

"Oh..." she moaned, gripping his back and bucking her hips forward, attempting to capture his cock with her cunt. "Alex, please. I want you. I do. Don't tease. Please."

"Please what?" He ground against her viciously, his cock poised just outside the lips of her cunt.

"Fuck me! Please fuck me now!" As she said it, she giggled with embarrassment. He watched her expression transform from one of mirth to one of complete shock as he drove his cock into her pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God!" As he pumped her furiously, he reached down between her legs and massaged her clit roughly with his fingers, pinching and twisting it mercilessly. "Oh God! Oh God!" She began to buck her hips wildly in sync with his thrusting. He could feel his own orgasm building as well, the sweet slippery insides of her cunt hugging his cock with incredible force.

Instinctively he bent down and shoved his tongue down her throat and in that instant they both exploded into orgasm. She convulsed wildly, gripping him with incredible force, short, staccato bursts of energy pushing through her lips. A white nothing dropped over his vision as he came, his head resting against the warm comfort of her bosom.

When they were both through, they lay panting, clinging to one another. He looked up at her, head tilted back, eyes on the ceiling, her face flushed red with excitement, the usually unreadable face wide open and vulnerable in its reverie.

"Alex," she breathed, her mouth agape as she turned the dull emeralds of her eyes onto his face. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I mean, I will."

"Huh?"

"Friday. I'll go out with you Friday."

They both held one another and giggled breathlessly.

"Okay," he said, sweeping a fallen lock of red hair from her forehead and gazing into her beautiful eyes. "Goddamn. You'd better."