But tonight? He had important business to share with her. (That business being fucking her. Repeatedly.) The doc had given him the all clear (finally) and he'd asked for that shit in writing. Alisha would want proof (because a couple weeks ago he lied and said the doc okay'd it when he really hadn't…whatever, desperate times, desperate measures) and he currently had that proof tucked safely into his back pocket. Instead of autographing his Playbill, maybe he'd have her sign that and then jump on his dick.
Okay, seriously. These theater fans needed to get lost. He thought he could be patient, but six weeks without sex left him fresh out. The only thing he would possibly stop for on the way back to his place was food and that was only so they would had plenty of energy for this marathon they were about to start. God, he couldn't take it anymore, so he walked closer and waited for her to notice him.
Alisha signed her name on the Playbill and handed it back to the woman standing in front of her, glancing up to quickly smile at her and move to the next person. She did a double take when she saw him standing away from the dwindling crowd, hands tucked into his pockets and watching her with that lazy, half smile-half smirk on his lips. Smiling back at him, she held up her finger indicating she just needed another minute.
She quickly signed the last few autographs and thanked them for coming to the show before walking over to where he was waiting for her. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled brightly up at him. "Hi."
God, she looked so fucking cute with her freshly scrubbed face, hair in a ponytail, all bright eyes and big smiles. "Hey," he grinned back.
"What are you doing here?"
"Had a present to give ya." His grin grew wicked and he reached into his pocket and fished out the piece of paper that was the equivalent of a golden ticket. He handed it to her and waited for her to read. Her brow quirked up skeptically, but she unfolded the slip of paper and read. It took approximately five seconds before her face lit up.
"Oh, thank you God," she all but growled. She looked up excitedly and hooked her hand around his arm, tugging impatiently. "Let's go."
He laughed as he followed after her. She was practically marching down the damn street. It was hilarious how worked up she was. "You wanna stop first? Get some food?"
Alisha whirled around and gave him an incredulous look. "Absolutely not, Jake," she scoffed.
"Why not? Figured you'd be hungry after your show." He bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing outwardly at the wild look in her eyes.
"Because we can eat in bed. You can't fuck me in a restaurant. Let's go."
Big cast his eyes towards the sky and offered a little thanks to the big guy upstairs because he knew tonight was going to be one for the ages. She was half a block ahead of him already. "Wait up, baby, damn!" he chuckled, running after her.
… … …
Once again, Alisha found herself leaned back against the door to his apartment, eagerly anticipating the moment they were alone on the other side. She looked up at him and smiled coyly, slipping her hands into jacket to rest on his stomach while he undid the locks. Sliding a hand down and tucking it into the front pocket of his jeans, she arched her hips forward a little to brush against him. He was already hard. "This is familiar," she breathed out. Her smile grew wider when he shot her a warning look and growled lowly in the back of his throat. "What?" she asked innocently, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
"You're a tease," he bit out, a smirk on his lips as he remembered the first time he had her pressed up against his door. He thought it seemed rather fitting for them to be here just like this again after weeks and weeks of anticipation. He wasn't sure which was worse: the time before he knew what it was like to fuck her and they danced around each other in a haze of ridiculous sexual tension or these last six weeks, where he knew all too well what she was like in bed and he couldn't have her the way he wanted her. Okay, so he knew exactly which time was worse and he was glad it was about to end soon.
Alisha shook her head and pressed a kiss to his neck. "I'm in no mood for teasing tonight," she murmured against his skin.
Big turned the final lock and opened the door. "Good," he grinned, pushing her gently into the apartment, closing the door behind them and locking it. Alisha turned away from him and peeled off her leather jacket, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Walking purposefully towards his room, she started stripping off her clothes, first her sweater, then the little tank top underneath, leaving a trail in her wake. "In a hurry, babe?" he asked smugly.
Spinning around to face him, she pulled the elastic band from her hair and let it spill over her shoulders. "Six weeks, Jake," she needlessly remind him, frantically unbuttoning her jeans. Hooking her fingers at the waistband, she shoved the denim over her hips and, with little grace, stepped free of the material. When she looked up at him again, his face cracked into a grin just before he tugged his shirt over his head and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Her eyes raked over his bare chest and she felt her heart knock hard against her ribs. He looked so amazing and it was an incredible feeling knowing they weren't going to have to stop tonight.
"Oh, I fucking know
