An Obsession's Return

Author's Note: Thank you to all who have reviewed and will review! Now, will Devon get Alicia? Read and see...

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Chapter 2:


"What happened to you?" Devon's cousin Mitch asked him the next day when he came over to watch the game.

"You remember a couple years ago when I was going on and on about that underage girl who wanted me?"

"The one who liked us both, how could I forget," he commented.

"I saw her again," he said as he took a sip of his beer. "Last night."

"So why do you look like hell? I thought you wanted to see her after she became legal," the tall, slim, green-eyed, jet black haired thirty-two year old man said.

"That was before -" he paused and took a deep breath. "She never knew I wanted her. All last night she went on about how I'd hurt her and led her on and I never knew. When I hugged her back then, I thought for sure she could feel what was going on with me. She was as much of a tease as I was."

"I'm confused, what are you talking about?"

"She made me so hard back then, always in those painted on low rise pants that the straps of her G-strings peeked out of and her barely there shirts that her tits showed almost completely through. Now, I finally get my chance with her and I find out just how bad I fucked up."

"Why didn't you ever tell her?"

"I thought I had," he answered. "When I'd tell her that she needed to wear more clothes, though secretly hoping she never would. That I'd be the one to keep her warm. But she didn't see it that way." He paused again and asked, "Do you know why I walked out that night? Why I never saw her again?"

"I'm not sure you even know the answer to that."

"I wanted her so much I could almost taste her," he said before taking another sip of his beer. "But there were always ten other guys surrounding her and with her mom always there, there was no way. And what was I gonna do, call her? E-mail? She didn't have her own phone or computer. I would've been fucked in more ways than one."

"But legal age here is sixteen, two months later you would've been fine," Mitch stated.

"You didn't know her mom," he commented with a scoff. "I never forgot about Alicia. Lord knows I tried though. But last night was beneficial for one reason at least. I got to find out that for once, you didn't get her."

"What?"

"She chose me. She wanted me. She was using you to get to me," he answered with a smile.

"Ironic," Mitch said. "The one chick the world over who wanted the magician over the musician and now you're both without each other."

"Not for long," Devon commented with his smile yet to fade. "I know where she works. So many nights she'd watch me work, waiting for me, now it's my turn. And maybe, hopefully, if I didn't fuck up as bad as I think, I just might get her this time."

"How?"

"She left me with something of hers I think she might want back. I can't be the only one who hurt her like that, maybe she's been waiting to cuff him, too."

"Since when are you into kink?" Mitch asked, though he couldn't hide a proud smile at his cousin coming around to his bedroom ways.

"I'm not. But evidentially she is. Or she just wanted to be sure I wouldn't go anywhere. Either way, now I have an excuse to see her again."

And with that, Devon's mind was made up. He would see her again. In one week.

The week passed and Alicia was still trying to shake the images from that night. It hadn't gone like she had hoped and she regretted it more than she had anticipated.

She hated to admit it, but she really did still care about Devon. And at the same time she couldn't stand him, there was no one she wanted more. And she couldn't help but wonder if she would see him again. Secretly hoping that she would.

She had begun her shift at work and couldn't help but occasionally scan the growing Saturday evening crowd for him, not knowing that he was already there.

Just like Alicia had done with him, Devon couldn't help but watch her from the restaurant bar. Just simply mesmerized by how she moved and how much better she looked now as opposed to before. Not because he knew what was under those denim and khaki work clothes now, but because now she was older and from what she had said a week ago, he knew she still cared. Even if she wished she didn't.

"Are you gonna order a drink or not?" the young bartender asked in an irritated tone.

"I'm looking at all I want right now," he answered with a slight smile as he moved off the bar chair and made his way to the podium where Alicia had just gotten a break in the crowd.

"Devon?" she asked as he made his way to her, hoping she wasn't losing her mind.

"Thanks for leaving my cell," he told her with a partial smile.

"Yeah, well, guess I felt you deserved it," she said as she tried to avoid getting lost in his glittering sea blue eyes.

"I've really missed you," he said. "And if you're not too tired when you get done here, there are a lot of other things from the past several years you deserve to hear."

"You really just want to talk?" Alicia asked skeptically.

"It's been years, Alicia, I think we need to," he answered. "But first, there's something I need to give you. Something I should've given you before." It wasn't her handcuffs he meant. Instead he wrapped his arms tightly around her, locked his mouth onto hers and kissed her as hard as he could.

And as her mouth opened more under his questing tongue in surprise, he took full advantage, circling her tongue with his before they were engaged in a duel for control of the heated kiss and he was only holding her closer as it deepened.

A full minute passed before they parted, both breathing heavily and Alicia wondering how she was managing to keep her balance as she looked to Devon in shock.

She had liked it, never had she expected he could kiss like that. Yet at the same time she remembered her surroundings and only that could stop her from moving in for another.

"I kept expecting a chance at that a week ago," he told her.

"Duty calls," she told him though she was still a little short of breath as another group walked up, their buzzer having gone off for it to be their turn to be seated.

"I'll be waiting," he said with a soft smile.

As Alicia walked the group to their table, she couldn't help but feel her heart only just beginning to beat again after Devon's words and incredible kiss. So many nights she had waited for him to get a break, to come over and talk to her and now the roles had switched. He was waiting for her, claiming he wanted to talk.

It didn't make it any easier for Alicia that Devon was in her favorite outfit of his. The solid white loose fitting flowing long-sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned to the center of his well toned and lightly tanned torso and that was nearly transparent when the light hit it just right with the matching pants that moved with him a little too perfectly.

"Hey, Alicia, are you all right?" her friend and co-worker Stacy asked when she came back to the podium seconds later.

"Is there a guy near here watching me?" she asked.

"Yeah," she answered, seeing him immediately as he wasn't far from them. "And he's hot," she added.

"You should see him naked," she replied with a sigh.

"What?"

"Nothing," she told her petite and slender blue-eyed blonde friend. Turning in the direction Stacy's eyes were locked on, she realized the man she was talking about was not Devon, but someone she had never seen before. "That's not who I meant," she said when she realized, her hazel eyes now scanning the crowd again for Devon like she couldn't remember doing in years.

"Great," Stacy said with a wide smile. "Mind," she added as she made her way over to the tall and muscular natural blonde.

"Miss me?" Devon asked when he reappeared an hour later during another break in the crowd for Alicia.

She didn't answer, but she didn't have to as her eyes held the answer he sought.

The hours continued to pass painfully slowly, but finally Alicia was off the clock.

"I think I see the guy you meant," Stacy said as she looked Devon over. "He's definitely hot, too."

"Yeah," she said with another sigh. "Always was."

"Well, later," she told her.

"Later." And with that Alicia was on her way to the front doors where she saw Devon smoking a cigarette outside. 'What are you doing?' she asked herself mentally. 'Getting Devon back,' was the answer she heard. Only this time it wasn't meant in the revenge sense. Now, she wanted him almost as much as she had before. She could only hope she could control herself tonight.

"Ready?" Devon asked when he saw her emerge from the building.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"There's a café around the corner open 'til two, I was hoping you might join me so we could talk."

It was a little after eleven which would give them three hours to sum up their last five years. Though both had an idea it wouldn't be enough.

They got into the mostly empty café and took a seat at a far table, Alicia thankful to be off her feet for more than five minutes.

"Thanks for coming here with me," Devon stated. He could tell she wasn't entirely thrilled, but was thankful she was willing to hear him out.

Alicia only shrugged in reply. It was all she could do to keep from saying anything she wasn't ready to.

"I owe you an explanation for that night," he said. "I didn't walk out because I didn't want you. I walked out because I did."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Yeah it does. I wanted you, but I couldn't call you, I couldn't e-mail you. And then when I thought you wanted Mitch over me, I lost it. It didn't help all those guys were always around you along with your mom. I just didn't know what else to do. And know the legal age here is sixteen, but I think we both know how your mom would've reacted if we'd actually gotten together then."

Alicia nodded with a slight laugh. "I doubt she'd be any happier now, knowing it's almost midnight and I'm out with you of all people."

"How sheltered were you?"

"I don't know," she answered. "But if it'd been up to my mother I doubt I'd ever have my own job, car or place. I don't mean to make it sound bad, it's just not what I wanted."

"What about in other areas?" he asked, wanting to be delicate in case she didn't want to answer.

"You don't think you were cuffed to a motel bed by a virgin, do you?" she asked with a partial smile.

"No," he answered, remembering how comfortable she seemed. "But I do wonder, when?"

"I was ten," she answered.

"Shit," he replied, just short of horrified.

"It's okay," she told him. "I was never the kind who wanted to wait. I didn't care about it being the right time or it being the right guy, I just wanted to know what it felt like. So one night, at a friend's slumber party, with her older brother, I got to find out. I guess I wasn't held much as a kid because almost all my life I've had a real thing for just being with someone. To feel strong arms around me, holding me close. I guess that's why I kept finding myself melting into yours."

"I miss those nights. I guess that's why I did what I did earlier," he commented. It wasn't a lie. And he had been missing those nights more now than ever. "But again, there was always someone there. It was never just us. And then there was that night your boyfriend showed up."

"Ex," she told him quickly. "I dumped him two days later. When he told me he never wanted me to see you again."

"So I can call him a jerk and not piss you off?"

"He is a jerk," she replied.

"I thought for sure he was gonna kill me that night."

"Well, he was taller than you," she said with a slight laugh.

"You've got a gorgeous smile," he stated at her laugh. "Why don't you show it more?"

"Haven't had much reason to," she told him.

"But what about all those guys from before who were always around you?"

"I never slept with them, if that's what you mean. And you meant more to me. They knew I liked you and wanted my attention for themselves. I didn't tell Riley to feel me up in front of you, or his fiancée, or tell Tyler to pretend to jerk himself off in front of you while he was looking to me. And I haven't seen them since you left. I quit going there once I knew you weren't coming back."

It was then Devon had to use his left thumb and index finger to pinch the bridge of his nose to keep from getting a migraine. "Just how bad did I fuck up with you?"

"It's badly and not as much as you might think," she answered.

Devon laughed slightly at her correcting his grammar along with his relief at her answer. He took his hand down and looked back to her as he asked, "Do you think we could start over?"

"If you're willing to," she answered with a nod.

"I'm Devon Kline," he said as he held out his right hand across the table.

"Alicia Stanton," she replied as she took it.

"I'm an ex-entertainer Libra who's rather interested in reconnecting with a gorgeous nineteen-year-old hostess and yourself?"

Alicia only laughed as she formed her reply, "I'm a Cancerian hostess who just might be interested in reconnecting with a twenty-eight-year-old ex-entertainer."

"What a coincidence," he stated. "Because I just happen to be twenty-eight."

"Are you?" she asked with another laugh.

"All right," he said as they composed themselves. "When's your next night off?"

"Tomorrow," she answered.

"Think you might be interested in going out with me?"

"When and where?"

"You mean it?"

"Yeah," she answered. "I think you're right, I think we should start over. Or at least as much as we can and tell each other everything we couldn't before and maybe get to do a thing or two we couldn't before."

The next night Devon took her to dinner, still not giving her cuffs back as he had originally intended, just in case he needed an excuse to see her again at some point.

Alicia had forgotten about them. He was why she had gotten them in the first place and since she had already gotten that night with him, they didn't seem to matter anymore.

And just as it seemed they always had in the past, once again they were unintentionally dressed somewhat alike. Devon in a sea green short-sleeved shirt and jeans while Alicia was in a mint green tank top and jeans.

"Now I've got a few questions for you," Alicia said when she and Devon sat down to their table at the restaurant.

"Shoot," he told her.

"Why didn't you ask me before about Mitch and how I felt about him?"

"Because you'd already said you were a fan," he answered. "And I didn't want to hear you fawn all over him like all the others. And having you ask me for his autograph of for inside information on him would've killed me."

"I can't tell you how many times I wanted to ask him about you," she replied. It was true, too many times at the meet and greets and concerts, all she could think of was his resemblance to Devon and how much she wanted to see him instead.

"I wish you had," he said with a laugh. "Would've served him right for all the times I got used for him. When was the last time you saw him in concert by the way?"

"A year and a half after you left and I was looking for you the whole damn time," she answered truthfully. When she saw him smile, she asked, "Why did you ask me if I wanted to sleep with you when I was sitting across from my, admittedly, overprotective mother?"

"Because you were never alone," he said. "And it wasn't about you actually answering, just getting to see your response. If you laughed nervously, like you did, your answer was yes. If you were angered or flat out said no, it was no."

"But still you left."

"Because I wanted to stay alive and out of jail," he replied. "If it'd been up to me, when you laughed like that, I would've cleared the table with one arm, lifted you onto it with the other and we would've gone at it right then and there in front of everybody and those gigantic mirrors."

"I always knew you weren't shy," she stated.

"Only around you," he said. "I was always so worried that I'd say the wrong thing, that everyone would know what I had in my mind when I looked at you. And I swear, I thought you did."

"Maybe if you'd held me a little tighter I'd have gotten to feel more," she stated with a knowing smile.

"Oh, God, you did know," he replied with an embarrassed laugh as he felt his cock twitch at the memory of how tightly she tried to hold him while he would pull a little away so she wouldn't know what he had been trying to hide.

"Well, if you were as small as Mitch it wouldn't have been an issue," she said. "But since you're not, it was a little obvious."

"You've checked Mitch out, have you?" he asked, desperate to change the subject slightly. Though he was rather enjoying her compliment.

"You can thank him for that," she said. "He's the one who decides to sit on stage in painted on jeans."

"So you weren't one of his true groupies?"

"Hell no. I only wanted you in that way. The way I saw it, nearly every weekend, I got to see the best. What did I need with the rest?"

By the end of the next hour they were heading into Devon's apartment, their lips already meeting again.

"I didn't mean for this," Devon said, only briefly breaking their heated kiss.

"Me either," she replied, her lips never completely leaving his as they continued heading towards his bedroom.

It was no secret where they were headed in more ways than one. And neither had any complaints. Nor did they want to stop.

For Devon, he wanted Alicia. More specifically he wanted her with her wanting him again. He had longed for this and now that the moment was here, he wasn't about to turn it down.

For Alicia, she was almost right back to where she had been. He had finally become what she had wanted him to be before and now she was ready to be his.

This time it wasn't about revenge for either of them. Now, the time was right and neither felt they could stop even if they wanted to. They were both on the verge of panting through their heated kiss, their hearts just short of racing and still they both wanted and needed more.

How their clothes came off they really weren't sure. Where they landed, they also couldn't remember. But now that Devon finally had the girl he wanted most in his bed, naked and breathing his name, he couldn't care less about anything else.

Alicia also had a difficult time caring about her garments, or anything else right then, as she knew Devon now truly wanted her. For so long she had pretended and forced herself to believe she was over him, but she was quickly realizing now that was far from being true.

Devon was beside her in his bed now, his strong slender right hand moving down her petite nude form as his soft lips followed. First at her neck as her right hand came up and ran through the back of his short bleached strands.

As Devon lowered his lips down her slim body again, Alicia found her own slender hands clinging to his bedspread, knowing where he was headed next. He was already at her flat stomach, his tongue trailing down to the trimmed bush surrounding her most pleasurable point.

Devon was now in a battle with his own body. He wanted to take his time, to satisfy Alicia as he had always hoped. But his quickly hardening cock seemed to have other ideas.

"Devon," Alicia gasped as his tongue made contact with her smooth pink flesh almost as soon as his hands had grasped her hips.

"I've dreamt about this," he breathed before bringing his tongue back to her moistening folds, still trying to ignore his burning erection's demands.

"And?" she breathed, her nails now digging into the bedspread as her hips rocked towards him.

A deep, "Mmmm," came up from his throat as he began to caress her folds, greedily lapping at her emerging sweet juices.

He was finally tasting what he had wanted to for years and though his entire groin was throbbing with need, he never wanted to stop as she tasted sweeter than he had imagined. And as Alicia's hips here beginning to writhe just beneath him, he knew she was enjoying this as much as he was.

Soon his tongue began to thrust into her depths, going as deep as he possibly could and Alicia's gasps were coming more rapidly as she was now imagining what he had been wanting her to. Finally she was imagining his long, thick pole delving into her again and again, wanting, needing to feel the real thing.

But she wasn't ready to say the words yet. And not now that she could feel his tongue running over her hard swell, his teeth grazing it oh so slightly. Just enough to excite without hurting and Alicia was finding it more than enjoyable.

Each moan that was emerging from her throat was music to his ears and his only hope now was that they could both hang on a while longer.

And in an attempt to slow Alicia's demands, Devon managed to pull his mouth away from her core and moved his own slim frame beside hers again, his right hand lowering to her juicing folds as he slipped her hardened right nipple into his mouth, hearing her moan again at the sensations.

A long, lean finger slipped into her heated depths, a second soon following as he slowly drew in more of her naturally large swell.

Once again her lower half was rocking towards her teasing, her moans growing louder as his thumb met her swollen clit, Alicia no longer able to deny her need for him. "Devon," she breathed. "I want you." She didn't care it was one of the clichés she had heard from him, it was true for her now.

Releasing his hold on her breast, he looked to her and asked, "Yeah? You're sure?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

Devon could feel her wet heat coating his fingers and he knew she wasn't lying. She was as ready as he was and now neither could fight it. Slowly he took his hand back, licking his sticky digits clean before moving his body between her parted legs and thighs.

"Alicia," he breathed at seeing her desire for him having truly returned.

"I've been yours for a long time," she told him. "May as well make it official," she told him, trying to conceal what she really felt for him. That she needed him, that she had never truly stopped wanting him.

Devon smiled slightly and claimed her lips in a soft kiss as he centered himself and swiftly sank his glistening rock hard dick into her gripping pussy, her juices coating his engorgement completely upon entry.

Neither of the lovers could keep another blissful moan from escaping their throats at the incredible sensations filling their slim frames. They were both feeling what they had been dreaming of, more so in the last week than ever before.

They had been so close that night, but Alicia hadn't wanted to get to this point. She hadn't wanted to enjoy it and end up wanting more. But now here she was, her hips rising and falling against Devon's, feeling his pulsating rod seemingly hitting each of her tightening walls and wishing it never had to end as he was the cause of her fire building in her veins.

For Devon, his thoughts were slightly similar. He hadn't entirely wanted to change his mind a week ago. But now he was wondering if he wasn't becoming as obsessed with her as she had been with him. Though right now, if it meant truly having her as he had been dreaming of, he didn't care. He was feeling all he had hoped to as her cunt was drawing him in deeper each time he pushed almost all the way into her.

Almost unknowingly, Alicia's hands had left the bedspread and her nails were now raking gently down her lover's smooth back. And though he was pushing so many thoughts from her mind, still Alicia felt it had never been so weird to be at the bottom looking up. For once truly seeing Devon moving above her, knowing he was the one finally, truly, moving within her.

"What's your favorite memory of me?" Alicia asked seconds later, her hips still meeting his and her hands having moved to his shoulders.

"You wanna talk about this now?" he asked huskily as he pushed into her hot, willing core again.

"We wouldn't be here now without those memories," she answered just as breathlessly.

Devon thought for a moment as their pace increased slightly, her walls grasping him even more tightly as he pulled out slightly just to thrust into her harder again. "The night your ex showed up," he answered. "Three straight hours of nothing but you before that. And it was then I got to find how you wanted me."

"I never did see the point in wearing bras around you," she replied as she had been in a backless halter that night. But she had been smart and had worn an over shirt to let it be a surprise just for him. Even now she could remember how his hands had wandered over her back, looking for what wasn't there.

"What's your favorite memory of me?" he asked just before he lowered his lips to her neck again.

Now Alicia had to think, but it was getting increasingly more difficult as Devon was hitting each of her most arousing points, his solid shaft now grinding slightly against her clit in addition. "That cold night almost a year later," she said finally through her moans. "It was almost just us, when we were walking down the sidewalk when you got off work."

"It was freezing and you were hardly wearing a thing," he said as he remembered immediately, his hot breath hitting the moistened trail and sending another shiver through his lover. "I think that was the first night I got to see these beauties," he added as he lowered his mouth again, this time slipping her stiff left bud past his lips.

Another moan escaped from Alicia and she couldn't help but be thankful that he remembered that night. He had been right, she hadn't been wearing much then. Always wanting him to be the one to keep her warm and as her body's heat was continuing to rise, she knew she was now getting her aged wish.

Another aged wish of theirs was soon to be granted, they knew. Their tremors were already beginning slightly and Devon could feel the surging in his tightening sac as Alicia was feeling his ready to burst dick grinding more intensely within her and against her burning clit while he shortened his strokes and their friction increased.

They were beyond comprehendible speech now, their amplifying moans replacing whatever words they would have said. Alicia's muscles were coiling in preparation and Devon sped their pace again, easily feeling this for himself.

Another minute passed until each muscle in Alicia's fevered body tightened beneath Devon's weight. She managed to call out his name just before her rapid shudders tore through her, her orgasm completely overwhelming her senses.

At the sight and unmistakable sensations from her and her wet heat further drenching his engorged tool, Devon's own climax appeared. Though this time he couldn't manage more than a loud, gratified groan as he came as furiously as she had, her deepest recesses now drenched in his own hot release.

Still, they continued rocking together, calming their bodies back down from their pleasurable exertions. But soon, both were finding themselves too tired to even move and Devon moved beside Alicia once again and just about collapsed onto his side.

"Was it worth the wait?" Alicia asked once she had recovered enough of her breath as she turned onto her side to face him.

"Understatement," he answered with a smile. "You know you're never getting rid of me now though, right?"

Alicia only laughed slightly before saying, "That's kind of the idea."

But then they were distracted slightly by the sound of a ringing cell phone.

"Shit," Alicia muttered as she reached for her phone.

But Devon really didn't care. He was just too glad they had already finished and as if to demonstrate that, he brought an arm around Alicia who didn't seem to mind.

"Hello?" she answered as she had found her phone on the floor just beside the bed.

"How's the hottie?" Stacy asked.

"None of your business!" she cried with a bout of laughter.

"Oh, come on, I want details," she said.

"Tough," Alicia said with another laugh. "Goodnight, Stacy," she added before she hung up and turned her phone off.

Devon laughed slightly himself and commented, "So, you've still yet to learn how to share, I see."

"You're one to talk," she stated with a smile to him. "I don't hear you bragging to Mitch."

"Nah, I did that a week ago."

"You what?"

"He didn't get you, I did," he answered with a smile. "It's hard for me not to brag to him about that. Every other woman wanted him, I can't help but enjoy this."

"How'd he react?"

"I think he's impressed. And I am, too."

"So am I," she replied with a soft smile as she leaned in to kiss him again, Devon kissing her back just as sensuously.

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A/N: Once again, let me know if you liked it, hated it and or want to see more. I can't guarantee how soon I can update it, but I'm glad you enjoyed Chapter one and I hope Chapter two.