Illegal Love

Alex is your typical high school student. Loves to be with friends, play music, does well in school, but somethings changes when his family gets a new neighbor. Jack Barakat and his boyfriend move next door, and Alex gets a little too comfortable with their new neighbor.


18. Chapter Eighteen

I woke up with a little bit of a sore lower half. That was expected, I was literally stretching muscles that were really supposed to be stretched in that way, but by the end it did feel really good. I rolled over and turned looking at Jack, practically on the other side of the bed. He hand one arm under his pillow and the sheets only pulled up to his waist. I scooted closer to him so I could rest my arm on his side and my head on his shoulder. I started to kiss his shoulder and she stirred around in his sleep. I moved a little so that I could see some of his face. Jack opened his eyes and looked at me from the corner, he smiled and laughed, rolling over so I could lay on his chest. 

“How did you sleep?” he asked. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Really good.” I chuckled a little. I stretched my neck a little so I could kiss him. “What about you?” I asked him and kissed his neck. He made a little bit of a moaning sound in the back of his throat and answered. 

“Really good.” he said. He rolled me over so I was on my back and he could get between my legs, resting his elbows on either side of my head so he could kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his thighs. With the thoughts about what happened last night, and the way I was feeling right now, I was getting really turned on. I had a still naked Jack on top of me and I could tell that he was a little turned on too. He pulled up and then kissed me quickly before rolling off of me. I sat up, stretching my back muscles and feeling a little bit of a sharp pain run through my butt. I winced a little and Jack chuckled. 

I turned around giving him a fake pouty look, and poked out my bottom lip, for laughing at me. “It still hurts, hun?”

“Yeah, a little bit.” I replied, nodding to him. I shuffled around so that I could look at him better. Which may have been a mistake. He had one of his hands behind his head and the other resting on his bare chest. It really wasn't helping my situation. 

“How do you feel?” He asked. I gave him a questioning look. What did he mean how I felt? “You know, not being a virgin any more… No regrets right?” he asked, explaining father. It hit me again. I knew it last night, but now that its the morning after and the feelings even stronger. 

“Fine. No regrets.” I told him.

“Are you sure?” he asked again. 

“Jack,” I sighed with a smile and a tiny hint of a laugh. I bet down kissing him. “I don't regret it. I'm really happy I did it, and it was without.” I told him and kissed him again. He nodded placing his hand on the back of my neck, keeping me in that spot so he could kiss back. We finally stopped and kept looking at each other. I had so many feelings swimming around in my body right now, I had no clue which ones were real and which one’s were just from seeping with him. I really wanted to tell him how I felt last night, but part of me didn't want to scare him off. 

“Do you want breakfast?” Jack asked me. He sat up kissing me quickly before getting off the bed. I watched him pull his boxers over his… really, really, nice ass and turn to be just as his dick went into his boxers. “You can borrow another shirt if you want, yours probably smells like sex.” he said laughing. 

“Can I borrow one of your button ups that are too big for me and walk around in my boxers like in stupid romantic movies?” I asked him. 

“If you really want too.” he told me, laughing at me a little. I smiled and got up with the sheet around my lower half still. I walked over to his closet pulling out a random white button up. A second later I felt Jack's hands on my shoulders. “Why are covering up so much?” he asked and kissed my shoulder. 

I shrugged. “I don't know. I'm just not used to someone seeing me naked.” I told him.

“But you’re cute naked… and really sexy” He joked. I blushed and tried to ignore the comment I slipped the shirt on and turned to Jack, making sure he didn't see anything. I found where he threw my boxers and slid though on too. His shirt was a little big on me, since he was taller and bigger built than I was. I looked at him giving him a cute, innocent smile. He just smiled and shook his head. He turned leaving the room and putting on his shirt, going downstairs. 

“What do you want to eat?” He asked me and I thought for a second. 

“Pancakes.” I grinned. 

“Pancakes?” he questioned me. I nodded and he started getting out the stuff. He started mixing and cooking; I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso and resting my head on his back. 

“Could you get any more cheesey?” he questioned jokingly. I just smiled as he continued cooking. I really love the cute annoying things that you read in books and see in romantic comedies. I’ve always wanted something like that, and I was actually getting it. 

After a little while of cooking and random sweet kisses, the pancakes were done and we were sitting down eating them. “Have I told you are a really good cook?” I asked taking a bit of my fifth pancake.

“You might have mentioned it once or twice.” he laughed knowing full well that I mention it every time he cooks. When we were done, we cleaned up everything except the flour and a couple dishes. “Can you bring the flour over to me please?” he asked and I picked up. I walked half way over to him before I got an idea. I slowly walked up behind him and dumped the rest of the flour on his head. I dropped the bowl and jumps back words. 

“You. Did. Not. Just do that.” he turned around and looked at me. I almost thought he was being completely serious until I saw a brief twitch from the corner of his mouth. “You’re going to get it!” he said and sprinted after me, shaking his hair so some of the flour got on me. I ran into the living room, Jack chasing right behind me with the little baggy of flour.

“No, no, p-please. I'm ss-o-orry, I didn't m-mean too.” I tried telling him with my hand up like I was surrendering, but I was laughing almost too hard to get a word out.

“Should have thought about that sooner.” he said and was able to push me to the ground. He got on me straddling my hips. 

“No, please.” I said and blocked my face as he spilled the contents of the baggy on my face. “dick.” I mumbled and folded my arms over my chest. 

“You aren't the only one that gets to play with their food.” he laughed. I just gave him a fake pouty face. He smiled and leaned down kissing me. I unfolded my arms, so they can run up and down his chest, under his shirt. “See? You love me.” he said. Yeah, I do, a lot, but I knew that he meant it only in a joking matter, so I didn't say it out loud.

“I know what we can do right now.” I said bringing my hands back down, laying with the hem of his boxers. Sadly, he pulled my hands away and pinned them to the ground. 

“Maybe when your ass stops hurting.” he winked at me and kissed my cheek.

“I forgot all about it until you just mentioned it.” he laughed and got off me. 

“Take a little break. Too much at once can really hurt after the third time.” he said. I nodded understanding, but I was still kind of turned on from this morning. “Plus, don't you have to get back home? Aren't you going out with you sister for a while?” I nodded. 

“Yeah, in a few minutes actually.” I replied to him. 

“Now, I have to clean this up.” he said looking at the floor and the long messy trail of flour coming from the kitchen.

“Sorry,” I mumbled and pouted, giving him big puppy dog eyes.

“Its, fine. Go get your stuff from up stairs and I can give you a really long kiss goodbye.” he said into my ear and smirked. 


Our ‘long kiss goodbye’ turned into a half hour make out session and us practically dry humping on his couch. When I hear people say you sometimes get turned on easier after your first time, I thought it was kind of stupid, but know I know that's pretty true. At least for me, anyway. Sadly the whole thing was interrupted when my sister called and told me that she was on her way. I went back home, changing into my own clothes and throwing Jack's shirt on my bed. Last night was amazing, I couldn't help but smile laugh at myself. I had no clue what I was so afraid of the first time.


I was on the couch wait for my sister to get here. Its been almost four hours since I talked to her. I started to get worried when I noticed that my parents haven't come home either, even though they said that they would be here. I checked my phone to see if there were any messages that I missed, but nothing. I sat a little longer until it was about five pm. I picked up my phone calling Kenadie’s number. It rang once before going straight to voice mail. 

“Hey, Kenna. It’s Alex. Um.. I was just calling to see where you are. guess your in some heavy traffic up there I guess. Umm.. love you, Ken. See you later.” I said and hung up my phone.

It was about six pm and I still hadn’t heard from my sister or even my parents. It was really starting to scare me, like something happened. I picked up my phone calling my mom. It rang for a little bit before I heard her frantic voice on the other end. “Hello? Alex? Alex, baby, are you okay?” she sounded really scared. 

“What?” I questioned. “Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?” I asked, terror was starting to run through my blood. 

“Your sister she…. she…” she stopped talking and I heard her give the phone to my dad.

“Alex?” he asked, the same frantic tone filling his voice came from the phone. 

“Yeah, what's going on? Why is mom crying?” I asked. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know the answer to this.

“Your sister, she was in a car accident and…” my dad said, but I made him stop.

“What? How? When?” I stood up screaming into my phone.

“A few hours ago. We thought you were with her and couldn't get a hold of you from here… Shes hurt really bad Alex.”

“I need to come up there. What hospital are you at?” I was scared of everything now, this was my sister. 

“The EMT’s took her to trauma. We don't want you up here seeing her like this. We’ll have your aunt come get you in a couple hours…” my dad finished and choked back a sob at the end. I’ve never seen, or heard, him cry before. 

We hung up the phone and I sat back on the couch breathing heavily. No. No, no, no. She can't be hurt...

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...