"There's nothing sweeter than my baby. I never want once from the cherry tree. Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissing me." ~Work Song, by Hozier

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Love,

Alice

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Wow," Andray repeated, his hooded eyes never leaving Vesper. He's sure that the bulge in his sweats was pretty evident as of the moment.

"You said that already," Vesper teased. A sly smile spread across her lips as she regarded Andray. His eyes were glazed with lust and his arousal was obvious, judging by the tent in his sweatpants and his laboured breathing.

Eyes locked on his, she placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled him. She released a soft moan when her center made contact with his straining erecti0n, and he answered with a low growl. One of his hands snaked around her waist, pressing their bodies closer, and another hand tugged on her hair, exposing her throat. She hissed in satisfaction as he sucked on her throat. She started to grind against him when she remembered that she's supposed to be the one in charge—supposed to be giving, not taking. She grabbed his hair, turning his head up and mashing her lips against his. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue seeking entrance and him immediately granting it.

"You little minx," he murmured when she tugged on his bottom lip. "You did this to lure me to my bed." He slid his tongue inside her mouth and he sucked on hers, earning a moan from her.

Give, she thought. She wanted to give, not to take. Maybe if she gave him a taste of what she can give, he'll want more. She knew it's stupid—incredibly stupid—to want more from this man even if he blatantly told her that he just wanted a casual affair. Shaking the negative thoughts away, she focused on the task at hand.

Speaking of hands, Andray's hands were everywhere—cupping her breasts, stroking her thighs, caressing her back, and teasing between her legs. He lifted the hem of the baby doll and removed it swiftly, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He caught one pebbled n!pple and one hand palmed the other.

"I'm afraid I'll have to tear this off of you," he murmured, tugging at the lacy thong she's wearing.

"While that sounds very hot—no, I have other plans," she huskily replied. She lifted the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, throwing it aside. Placing her hands on Andray's chest, she pushed him down the bed until he's flat on his back. She scooted up and placed a quick kiss on his lips before moving down to his jaw and to his neck. His breathing hitched as she moved down to his chest. She flicked her tongue across one male n!pple and he groaned. She continued kissing him, following the happy trail of curls down to the waistband of his sweats. She looked up at him and tugged his sweatpants down, freeing his erecti0n.

"Fvck, Vesper," Andray rasped. He lifted his hips up so that she could completely remove his sweatpants. He watched as Vesper licked her lips and slowly lowered her mouth to him. His grip on her hair tightened when her lips touched the tip. Her tongue darted out and slowly swirled on the tip, her hand palming his length as her tongue continued teasing his manhood.

The taste of his arousal brought a fresh flood of moisture down to her already soaking core. She carefully inched him inside her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down, her hands stroking his shaft. His hips jerked as she took more him inside her mouth, and he shuddered when she took him to the back of her throat.

She moaned, and the vibrations from her sent sharp arrows of desire to Andray's gut and caused his d!ck to twitch. Her hands found his balls and she cupped and massaged them languidly. She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and his face was contorted in pure pleasure, his mouth slack. A wave of pride washed over her at the realization that she's causing him to be hard as this—reducing him to a mass of groaning mess. She flicked her tongue on the underside of the head, and traced the veins of his shaft. She lightly grazed her teeth at his manhood while bobbing her head up, releasing him with a pop. He released a growling sound. He tugged at her hair, raising her head. She whimpered in protest.

"I need to come inside of you, Vesper. And you're killing me," he said in a low growl. He planted his hands on her waist and raised her up. He scooted up and reached for a condom on his nightstand and hurriedly sheathed himself.

Vesper shimmied out of the thong and removed her heels before straddling Andray again.

"Take me, Vesper. Take me," he rasped. She obliged, taking his erecti0n and positioning it on her slick entrance. Deciding to be a little tease, she rubbed the tip against her slit.

"Vesper," he warned, his fingers firmly digging into her waist. Slowly, she inched him inside, eliciting a moan from the both of them. She was halfway there when Andray jerked his hips up and pulled her all the way down, entirely sheathing himself inside her. They both released a guttural sound.

She raked her nails from his shoulders and dug them into his chest as she undulated her hips against him, her cl!t rubbing against his groin with every move. The pleasant friction between them was so beautiful and intense it was all she could do not to come right there and then. She curled her fingers around the hairs on his chest and tugged, the pain causing Andray to groan.

"Ride me, Vesper."

"Yes, yes," she obliged, raising herself almost all the way up and quickly coming down on him. The sounds of their mutual satisfaction filled the room as he guided her up and down his length. He moved his hands to her breasts and cupped them, stroking and pinching the hard tips. Throwing her head back, Vesper clenched around him as she rocked against him, riding him with all of her passion. Andray started trembling beneath her.

"I'm coming," he hissed, punctuating his statement with a hard thrust upwards.

"Come for me," she urged, clenching her walls around him in a tight fist as she rotated her hips.

And he did. He grasped Vesper's waist, jerked his hips up—once, twice—and came. Hard. The intensity of his climax set off her own and she joined him as they both convulsed while crying out each other's names.

Spent, she collapsed on top of him and rested her cheek on his chest, listening as his heartbeat turned normal. He removed the strands of her hair away from her face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. His hands lazily caressed her back, tracing her spine, and then moved to ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. She chuckled and looked up at him.

She was taken aback by the intensity of his stare—various kinds of emotion crossed his eyes as he bore his green eyes to her blue ones. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it and just closed it.

"What is it?" Vesper questioned.

"Nothing." He pulled out and she scooted off him to let him stand up. She sighed deeply, wondering about what he's supposed to say when he opened his mouth. Andray came back and spooned her from behind. "Where did that came from?"

"What?"

"That dominatrix thing you just pulled on me," he smiled against her skin.

"I just had the urge," she replied. The urge to fvck your brains out so that you'll feel a little something for me.

"You should have urges more. Goodnight, Ves," he said, throwing his arms over her torso.

Clingy, she thought.

"I'm fvcking you in your heels next time," he murmured. "Sleep now, Ves. Goodnight."

"Okay." She sighed, thinking that maybe the she'll get over this weird feeling of wanting all of him and just accept that she can only have his body. If he can do casual then I can do it too.

~*~*~*~*~

Vesper sighed softly when the sound of ethereal music caressed her eardrums. She thought she was dreaming but when she rubbed her eyes and opened them, the sound of the music was still resonating through the entire place. She sat up. Am I in heaven?

The music—which she figured out was a violin piece—was slow, haunting, and sensual. It's the kind that makes you put your hands on your own body and makes you sway in slow, carnal movements—the kind of music that people would want to have sex to. It's intense, exquisite—passionate, even, but also very dark. Sighing, she closed her eyes for a moment and surrendered herself to the music.

She was too enthralled with the music that she just noticed that Andray's not beside her when she reached her hand out to his side of the bed. Where is he? She groggily stood up and grabbed Andray's shirt from the floor and shrugged it on. The sweatpants he was wearing before was nowhere to be found. She saw that the door was ajar so she thought that maybe he went out to grab a drink or something. The music was coming from outside the room so she went out. She saw no one in the living room. The lights and appliances were also off, meaning that the sound wasn't coming from the TV or from the speakers. The sound seemed to be coming from nearby the kitchen, probably from one of the rooms down the hallway. She crouched down and gave the sleeping Ellie a soft pat on the head before walking.

The sound grew louder as she continued down the hallway. The door of the last room—which she's never been to before—was open, but no lights were coming from inside. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Andray, standing between a white grand piano and a drum set, playing the violin. His eyes were closed so he didn't see her or hear her coming. Leaning on the doorjamb, she silently watched him.

The walls of the room were slate gray in color. Hanging on the left wall were several guitars, some were electric and some were acoustic. On a shelf beside the guitars were three violin cases, and propped up on the wall beside the shelf was a huge black case for a cello. A beige couch was pushed up against the right wall, and adjacent to the couch were two matching armchairs. A small center table was situated in the middle. There's also a rack filled with a voluminous amount of various vinyl records and CDs, and a turntable was perched on a table in the corner. There's also a shelf filled with trophies and there were certificates hanging on the wall. The north wall was entirely made up of glass, giving her a beautiful view of the city. The curtains were drawn to the side, causing the faint moonlight to shine on Andray. A sheen of sweat was coating his upper body, along with the red welts on his chest from where she'd clawed him earlier. Unable to tear her eyes off of him, she slowly walked towards him like a moth drawn to a flame. The sight of Andray playing with so much passion only intensified the disturbing feeling inside her—not to mention the familiar tug in her belly that she's currently feeling.

Andray's eyes snapped open and he stopped playing when he sensed her presence. He lowered the violin down and set it on the couch along with the bow. His breathing hitched when he saw Vesper—her raven hair was tousled and her skin seemed to glow due to the faint moonlight shining upon her. Her full, pink lips were slightly swollen. The gaze from her blue eyes was scorching him like the blue of a flame. Goddess, was the first thing that came into his mind.

"What are you playing?" she whispered softly. She didn't notice that they're already so close until she felt his arms around her waist.

"I don't know the title yet," he said, burying his nose into her hair.

"Huh?" she asked, closing her eyes and surrendering to the feel of his body against her.

"I just made it tonight." His lips moved from her hair to the tip of her nose, placing a gentle kiss on it.

"It's... it's beautiful," she murmured against his lips. Their foreheads were touching and so were their lips but they're not kissing—lips just brushing against each other with their warm breaths fanning their faces.

He cupped her face and he gently pressed his lips against hers—no tongue, not an open-mouthed kiss—just the feeling of their lips perfectly melding against each other. She didn't even notice that they were moving until she felt her back hit the grand piano.

Andray hoisted her up and set her on the top of the piano, their lips never leaving each others'. She pulled back to let him remove his shirt off her, and when their mouths connected again, their kisses turned desperate—hungry. His hands moved everywhere while hers were planted on his shoulders, fingernails firmly digging into his skin. His mouth left hers and moved down to her throat and then down to her breasts. He gently pushed her down until she was flat on her back on the cold surface of the piano. He stepped back and raked his eyes up and down her naked body.

Vesper's throat went dry and goosebumps prickled her skin when she saw the carnal desire in Andray's eyes. Up and down his gaze went—from her hair, to her darkened eyes, to her parted lips, to the hollow of her throat, to her breasts that were heavy with need, to her stomach, and then to the flesh between her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably under his heated stare. She felt unbelievably naked, and it was silly because what's more naked than not having a single stitch of clothing—or anything on? But it felt like he was seeing through her—like he's seeing the big, neon sign on her heart saying 'I'm catching feelings for you!'

"You're so, so, beautiful, Vesper," he said huskily. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of her lips. He moved to her jaw and gently nibbled on her skin. He caught a n!pple before moving lower, flicking his tongue over her navel, and then latched his mouth onto her inner thighs. She desperately grabbed onto his hair for dear life as he slowly licked his way up her opening. The sensations were so intense that she started to scoot away from him. Too much. He held her steady as his mouth ravished her.

"Andray, please." Her body was consumed with fiery desire for him. She was burning and she wanted him to add more fire.

"Fvck it," Andray said, frantically stepping out of his sweats. "Can't wait." He grasped Vesper's legs and wrapped them around his waist as he sank into her. Her walls immediately welcomed him, clenching tight around him. He groaned.

Vesper's hand flailed around her—she needed to grab onto something—anything. He punctuated his slow but deep thrusts with a grunt, and that only increased the heat bubbling inside her. She pressed her fingers on the surface of the piano, causing a screech to echo in her ears. She didn't care—the only thing that she's hearing was the sound of his groans and grunts and her moans. Andray tightened her legs around his waist and caught her hands, intertwining their fingers. He leaned forward, shifting the angle of his thrusts, and pinned her hands over her head. He leaned closer to her face and pressed their foreheads together.

"Open your eyes, baby. I need to see them."

Vesper's eyes flew open, a bit shocked by the fact that he just called her baby. He only realized what he said when he saw the shocked look in her eyes. A myriad of emotions were swirling in her darkened eyes—emotions that he couldn't put a finger on.

He continued to bore his eyes into hers as he slowly thrust. Their chests heaved as their breathing laboured. They panted, gasped, moaned, and groaned, but they didn't break eye contact—an intense staring contest was happening between them. Her body started to tremble and her head began to spin but she willed her eyes to stay open and watch him.

She didn't know who initiated it but their eyes were now squeezed shut and they're kissing desperately—as if they were stuck in a desert for quite some time and their mouths were oases that they both stumbled upon. They hungrily claimed each other's mouths. They gasped for air at the same time and their mouths reconnected instantly, never parting. Their body moved in sync with each other, her hips thrusting up to meet each and every slow thrust of his. Andray broke the kiss and moved to her neck, depositing hot kisses on her throat.

"Andray, I.. I'm going to.." The fire in her was now an inferno and she didn't know if she wanted it extinguished or if she wanted it to explode and consume her. She tightened her legs around him and pressed him deeper into her. Sensing her desperation for release, Andray let go of her right hand and he moved his between them. He found her cl!t and stroked it—and that became Vesper's undoing. She started to convulse underneath him, writhing and thrashing. She cried his name out as ecstasy consumed her.

And just when she thought that she's completely drained, Andray pinned both of her hands above her head again as he pounded into her, hard and fast, chasing his own release. He extracted another mind-shattering 0rgasm from her and his released followed suit. His hot seed filled her and in that moment, Vesper knew that she was a goner. She felt that she'll never want to do anything with anyone except for Andray. Fvck, she realized that she's falling for this man—a man who doesn't want to do anything with her except for a few moments of euphoria.

Andray raised his head and stared at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. "Baby," he called softly as he started to pull out and saw his release oozing out of her. He froze. "Fvck, I didn't use a condom."

Vesper opened her eyes and saw a worried expression on his face. "I forgot to tell you but... I'm on the pill," she whispered. His face visibly relaxed and she cursed herself for feeling resentful about it. Of course he doesn't want to do anything with me, let alone a child, she thought bitterly. Her mind went back to their time with Katie at the orphanage and at the ice cream parlour. She's young, only 25, but she felt her biological clock ticking then. Stupid Vesper is stupid.

"Stay there, I'll be back," Andray said, and left. When he returned, he was holding a cloth in his hand. She silently lay there, just watching him. She gasped when he pressed the warm cloth between her legs, gently cleaning her up. Her chest constricted again. Afterwards, she shakily got to her feet, instantly feeling the tenderness between her legs.

Andray picked his shirt up and put it on Vesper before putting on his own sweatpants. He pulled her into his arms and they just stood there for a few moments, his chin resting on top of her head and her face buried into his chest.

Vesper looked up at his face. "Why did you make music again?" she asked, immediately regretting it when his face turned into a hard mask.

"You're tired. Time to get some sleep," he curtly replied. Without warning, he bent down and scooped her into his arms, eliciting a soft squeal from her. He pressed his lips to her forehead and thought how wonderful it would be to wake up to her voice, her noises. He froze mid-step when he felt an unwelcome feeling in his chest. Vesper didn't notice it, though, for she was now asleep in his arms.

He walked out of the room and closed the door