Title: Angels in a Cage: Chapter Twenty-seven, Siren

Rating: R [language, sexual situations, violence]

Summary: Things get quite a bit heated when Alyssa spends the night with Chris. However, her happy glow is stolen away the following day, pointedly.

Slowly waking in Chris’s arms, Alyssa shifted on the couch, pressing backwards without thought. It took her a few moments to realize exactly what was pressing against her ass. Part of her was instantly alarmed. They were not supposed to be doing that; she was not ready, they were not ready. However, a greater part of her, likely influenced by teenage hormones felt excited about the prospect of his arousal.

Throwing caution into the wind, Alyssa glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the singer. His eyes searched hers quickly, trying to ascertain her reaction to his erection. Before he could fully process what her eyes reflected, Alyssa kissed him quickly and slipped off the couch. She turned to face him, holding her hands out. Carefully sitting up, he placed his hands in hers but did not stand.

“Aly…”

“We will be more comfortable in the bed,” she declared, tugging his hands slightly.

Slowly, Chris stood up and pulled his hands free from hers. He quickly snatched up the TV remote and turned off the device. Before she escaped to the bed, his hands buried in her hair, guiding her into a deep kiss. Kissing her until they ran out of breath, Chris pulled away, pecked her lips once more, and stepped away from the young woman to turn off the lights in the hotel room. As he turned back towards the bed, he paused to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. Using the sound of her pulling the bed covers off to orient him, Chris focused on her. His breath caught as she pulled off her shirt and removed her bra.

Quickly, Chris stripped down to his boxers and headed towards the bed as she slipped under the covers, wearing only her panties. He paused briefly, took a deep breath, and climbed into bed beside her. Fighting his overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms, Chris’s fingers dug slightly into the sheet they lay upon.

“Chris?” Alyssa breathed softly.

“Yes, Aly?”

“I’m… I’ve never… I’m a virgin,” she admitted.

His heart and body tightened at her statement. Though he did not think her telling him that indicated she was going to give herself to him right then, his body believed otherwise. He bit his bottom lip, trying to will away his now very turgid erection. He did not want to push her, did not want to scare her.

“I… I don’t think I’m ready, but…”

“Aly, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he muttered.

“I know,” she replied, “but…”

“Yes?”

“I’m kinda…”

“Yes?” his voice barely managed a whisper.

Rather than say anything, Alyssa shifted over in the bed and kissed him. He gasped as her lips touched his, her bare breasts pressing against his upper arm and chest. Her passionate kiss and partial nudity chased away all reasonable restraint. His arms slipped around her body, pulling her close. His fingers danced up and down her spine, before slipping down to cup her ass and pull her fully on top of him.

Letting Alyssa direct their kissing, Chris caressed up her curves to cup her luscious breasts. She gasped at his touch, but leaned up from the kiss, allowing him better access to her body. Straddling Chris, she looked down into his green eyes. Both hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing. His thumbs began to trace her nipples as they puckered, causing her eyes to flutter close. Her hips began to instinctively grind against his body in counterpoint to his caresses.

“Ohhhhh,” Alyssa moaned softly.

Though he was glad she was enjoying his touches, and even seemed to like the feeling of his erection tenting his boxers and pressing against her panties, Chris could not continue with their touching for much longer. He did not want to push her, to rush her, but he had not had sex in … a long while. He really wanted to fuck her.

“Lyssie,” he muttered, his fingers pinching both nipples simultaneously, “I…”

She leaned down and kissed him, swallowing his words with that motion. His hands released her breasts and caressed around to her naked back. With his hands holding her to him, Chris quickly rolled and kissed her deeply, pressing her head into the soft pillow. As his lips left hers to kiss down her throat, one hand slipped over her hips and cupped her sex. Alyssa gasped and moaned at his touch.

Emboldened by her response, Chris kept his hand on her panties, his fingers gently rubbing. Her legs parted slightly more, allowing his hand to slip lower as he continued to touch her. Chris held his lips against her racing pulse for a moment, reveling in how quickly her heart pounded. While her panties began to get wet, his lips kissed down to her breasts.

“Ohhh my goooooodddd,” she groaned, her body arching to his touch.

He nibbled on her nipple as his fingers traced the elastic of her panties. Her legs fell open wide and she pushed her hips up. Smiling against her flesh, Chris pushed her cotton panties to the side. Gently he pet her dewy sex, searching for her swollen bud. His mouth kissed to her other breast as he located her clitoris. She gasped as he gently began to rub circles around her.

Leaning up from suckling on her breast, Chris looked up at her face. With her eyes half-open, she continued to gasp, moan, and wiggle, her body demanding his touch. With a smile, he leaned down and kissed her parted lips, sucking gently on her bottom lip. Ever so gently he pressed one finger and then two into her body. She gasped, but did not tell him to stop. Slowly, Chris pushed his fingers deeper into her, until he reached her virginal barrier. Backing off, he continued to thrust his fingers into her entrance, pivoting his hand slightly so his thumb could press against her clit.

“Chrisssssss,” she moaned as her body began to tense.

He kissed her briefly before leaning up to look into her eyes as she reached orgasm. Moaning loudly, her body arched up from the bed, forcing his fingers deeper. Chris barely managed to restrain himself from not pushing his fingers past her barrier or from shedding his boxers and burying himself in her quivering sex. Instead, he pulled his fingers free from her body and licked her sweet juices off them.

His green eyes met hers before he kissed her once more, “Lyssie…”

Saying nothing, her hand ran down his chest and skipped over the waistband of his boxers. Boldly holding his gaze, she groped his erection, making him groan and whimper. Her fingers danced up and down his length, rubbing the soft cotton of his shorts against his cock. Completely erect, her touch was driving him closer and closer to the edge. She had no rhythm or seemingly any thought put into stroking him, but that drove Chris even more wild.

“Lyssie… will you… will you take it out?”

Saying nothing, her other hand slipped down his body and pulled the waistband of his shorts away from his body. Chris gasped as her fingers released his cock and slipped inside. Fleetingly touching his skin, Alyssa carefully wrapped her hand around his erection and pulled it out of his boxer shorts. His green eyes remained on hers as she glanced down in the darkness.

Knowing she could not see much, Chris slowly rolled off of her. On his back, he folded his hands under his head, letting her run the show. Alyssa turned on her side, her hazel eyes looking over his body lit by the sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains. A moonbeam shot down the center of his body, lighting up the very body part that intrigued her so much. Her soft hand caressed down his chest and abdomen before circling his cock.

Her eyes flashed up to his. Chris moaned softly as she stroked his cock, bringing a smile to her lips. Her gaze returned to his moonlit erection and she continued to explore him. Her short fingernails traced over every visible vein, sending shivers up his spine. She heard his breath catch and repeated the action a few times.

“Lyssie…”

She leaned over and kissed him sweetly before increasing her erratic pace on his cock. Chris held her in the kiss, deepening it, for a few moments. One hand remained buried in her long, brown hair; the other covered the hand dancing on his erection. Though Alyssa tried to pull it away, he held her hand in place and began to guide it up and down his shaft. She caught on quickly and his hand dropped away, clutching the sheet he lay on instead.

Keeping a steady rhythm but picking up the pace as he grunted more, Alyssa smiled. She had always heard that sex could be pleasurable, but even making out with Zack had not really been. Just touching Chris was electric. She could do it forever.

“Aly, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum,” he grunted.

Her eyes flashed back down to his cock, having never actually seen an orgasm before. His body tensed and his hand slapped around hers again, stopping her stroke and aiming his cock towards his stomach. He grunted as streams of white goo shot out onto to his stomach. Alyssa let his hand guide hers as he finished his orgasm. Slowly she unwrapped her fingers, her eyes settling on the stickiness on her hand. With little thought, she rolled out of the bed and headed into the bathroom. Chris heard the sink run for a few minutes before she returned with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned off his stomach before tossing it over her shoulder and pulling his shorts back into place.

She kissed his mouth softly, “Good night, Chris.”

“Good night, sweet girl,” he muttered and pulled a blanket over them as she cuddled against his chest. “Sweet dreams.”

Slipping out of Chris’s hotel room while he still snored, Alyssa hurried back to her car. Though she had only known Chris for six weeks, she felt no regret at their… mutual masturbation the previous night. Instead, thinking of it made her aroused once more. A secretive smile lit up her face as she kept her eyes to the sidewalk.

As she neared her small black car, her euphoria began to fade. The happy feeling dancing in her stomach shifted into alarm. Her eyes lifted up from the concrete and she instantly stopped. She quickly looked over her car, feeling that something was wrong. Very slowly approaching the vehicle, Alyssa dug her keys out of her purse. As she inserted it into the lock, she realized it was unnecessary: her car was unlocked.

Rather than pull her key out and go to the nearest pay phone to call her father, as she did not want to explain why her car had been left outside the café all night, Alyssa removed her key and opened the door. She glanced around quickly and noticed nothing amiss. Tossing her purse into the passenger seat, she sat down, closed the door, and reached for her seatbelt. After clicking it in place, she reached up to the rearview mirror.

And froze.

“Start the car.”

Alyssa did not move.

A shiny blade appeared and pressed against her throat, “Start the car.”

“Zack… please,” she breathed.

“Start the goddamned car, Aly. Now.”

“I c-can’t reach it with that kn-knife.”

He relaxed some, allowing her enough room to lean forward to turn the key in the ignition, causing her radio to blast, “Turn off that fucking music.”

She quickly reached for the dial, causing the knife to press slightly into her skin. Turning it off, she leaned back against the seat and placed both hands on the steering wheel.

“Zack…”

“Go to the ferries,” he instructed.

“I have to go to school. If I miss a day, they’ll —”

“Drive,” he pressed the knife closer to her throat.

“Okay…”

Though he kept the knife near her throat, he moved it slightly away, allowing her to pull out of her parallel parking space. Once she merged into traffic, Zack did not press the knife to her throat again. Instead, his other hand wrapped around the back of the seat and groped her breast. She wanted to plead with him to stop, but with the knife in his hand, she did not. Instead, she tried to think of a way to escape. She was not going to get on any ferry with him, even if she had to crash her car into one of the pillars supporting the Alaskan highway.

Deciding that was exactly what she was going to do, Alyssa felt a wave of calm wash over her. She would wreck her car, hope that the airbags did not imbed the knife into her throat, climb out, and run away screaming. Yet, the closer she got to the Alaskan Highway, the less she felt confident of her plan. His knife, though now lax because his energy was focused on fondling her breast, would likely be deadly in a car accident. She would have to find some other escape.

Seeing a police vehicle in the opposing lane, Alyssa decided that was her only option. Discreetly reaching for her turn signal, she instead flashed her lights at the cop. When he did not immediately turn on his lights, Alyssa repeated the action. A third flashing before the car passed did not result in what she expected. She swallowed her frown, glancing in the rearview mirror at Zack. As she did so, she watched the cop car flip around and pull up behind her. He flashed his lights and sounded his siren briefly. Dutifully, Alyssa merged into the other lane and pulled off into a parking lot, her heart pounding.

“Don’t say a fucking thing,” Zack muttered as he tucked away the knife and leaned back against the back seat.

Rolling down her window, she watched the police officer approach her door. Relief filled her soul the moment she recognized the man. For once she was grateful her father worked for the city, because it meant she knew a good number of the police force by sight. This particular officer had recently attended a barbeque at her house.

“Good afternoon, miss. Shouldn’t you — Alyssa?”

“Hi,” she responded, forcing a smile.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Yes,” she motioned to her backseat with her eyes.

“Your father won’t like you out here,” he declared, confusion showing on his face.

“I know. But I just had to go on a drive to the ferries,” Alyssa motioned more pointedly with her gaze.

The police officer glanced in her backseat, noticing her passenger for the first time, “I see. Why don’t I escort you to school?”

“I don’t think I have enough gas to reach school,” she lied. “Could you just give me a lift instead?”

“Of course, Aly,” he stated.

“Great,” she reached for the door handle.

A hand snuck around her seat, covering her hand. Her eyes darted to Zack and her blood turned to ice once more, seeing what she imagined pure evil to look like. Her gaze flicked to the police officer, letting him see her fear. He leaned forward slightly to see better into the vehicle. Alyssa gasped slightly, feeling the poke of the knife in her side furthest from the cop.

Drawing his gun, the police officer pointed it at Zack, “Drop the weapon and let her go.”

“You wouldn’t dare shoot me,” he sneered.

“Zack, please,” Alyssa pleaded, squirming slightly as he pressed the knife closer.

“Drop the weapon and release her,” the cop repeated, noticing his partner move around the vehicle to the other side, his gun drawn as well.

“Zack…”

Distracted by Alyssa and the cop at the driver’s side, Zack did not see the other police officer until it was too late. The second cop smashed in the passenger window with the butt of his gun and quickly pulled the knife out of Alyssa’s side, out of her captor’s hand. Shock in his eyes, the young man instantly threw his hands up in surrender, releasing Alyssa. Pulling the driver’s door open, the officer quickly pulled Alyssa out as his partner ordered Zack out of the car. The young woman clung to the officer, her numb fear quickly being replaced with erratic emotions.

“Come on, Aly. We’ll go radio your father. Everything is going to be okay now,” the officer gently spoke, guiding her back to his squad car. “Everything is going to be okay now.”

She only wished she could believe him.

Sitting in the back of her last class, Alyssa avoided eye contact with everyone. Though she had wanted to stay home after her father met her at the police station, Howard convinced her returning to her normal schedule would help her feel more secure than skipping another day at school, even if the school would excuse the absence under the circumstances. So she shuffled into the high school during third period, had an awkward conversation with the principal about her tardiness, and joined her classmates for fourth period. Had David been in class, she would not have been able to hide what happened. But he was inexplicably missing from school. He had not been ill the day before, so it was mildly concerning he did not bust into the high school at any point during the day.

Once the bell rang, she mechanically packed up her untouched notebook and headed to her locker. Not feeling like doing any of her homework, Alyssa left all of her books at school and headed out to the parking lot. It took her a few seconds to realize she had not driven her own car to school, but rather Marilyn’s. Locating the sedan in her usual parking space, she peeked in all the windows before unlocking the car and climbing in.

Behind the wheel, Alyssa took a deep breath. She glanced around the parking lot quickly emptying of high school students and considered her options. While a good part of her wanted to go seek solace in Chris’s arms, she worried about David’s absence, especially considering what happened in the morning. Deciding to check on her best friend first, she pulled out of her parking space and headed over to his house.

As she pulled into his neighborhood, her stomach once more knotted up. Knowing her instincts had not failed her that morning, Alyssa struggled to decide if she should slow the car or speed up. She opted to speed up slightly. As she reached the intersection nearest his house, an ambulance sped through, lights and sirens blaring. Waiting until everything looked clear, she hurried through the intersection towards David’s house.

Which had police cars and a fire truck parked in front, lights flashing.

“Oh no…” she muttered, parking on the street as close to his house as she could.

Jumping out of the sedan, she ran towards the house. Alyssa evaded the police officers, ever certain they would keep her from whatever happened to her best friend. With what happened to her, she just knew Zack had visited David. If he was hurt or… worse… it would be all her fault. All her fault.

“David! David!” she shouted, jumping up the steps into the house. “David! David!”

Hearing his name, the tall teenager stepped into the living room just as she burst in. Without pause, he quickly embraced her, silencing the authorities’ protests. He held her tightly, smirking some as she squeezed him tighter.

“Oh god, David, I saw… and I thought… I thought… oh god…”

“Shhhh,” he continued to embrace her. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

“David…”

He kissed her forehead before leaning back, “See? I’m fine.”

Her hazel eyes quickly appraised him. She instantly noticed bruising on his face and a small blood stain on his shirt. He was not fine, not at all.

“You are not. What happened?”

He glanced around the room quickly, “Let’s go out back.”

Nodding, she let her best friend lead her through his house. Her eyes quickly absorbed details, noting picture frames missing from the walls, lamps missing, and furniture broken. There had definitely been a fight at the house, but he was okay… sorta.

Leaving Alyssa to sit on the wicker love seat, David dug a joint out of a hidden coffee can in the backyard and lit it before returning to her. Taking a couple of drags, he offered the white cigarette to her. She only inhaled a few short tokes before handing it back.

“You’re okay, right?” he asked, his eyes focusing on her. “He didn’t find you, did he?”

She blinked, but said nothing.

“Fuck. Did he hurt you? I will fucking kill him.”

Alyssa waiting until he inhaled another hit, “He was waiting in my car when I got in. Forced me to drive down to the ferries. But… I got myself pulled over and he’s now in jail.”

He tossed the joint into the flower bed and turned fully to her, “You’re okay, right? He didn’t…”

Her eyes dropped to his hands as he grabbed hers, “He grabbed my boob some and poked me with a knife, but that’s it. Did he…?”

“He came here looking for you, yeah. And we fought. He hit me over the head with a lamp,” he smirked.

“But if that was this morning…?”

David smirked, “Well apparently my dad has been banging the neighbor. He comes home for lunch and… yeah. So they come in and have happy time all over the living room, where I happen to be passed out behind the couch.”

“Oh god.”

“It gets better,” he chuckled. “My mom came home early from work, with her lover. Suffice to say, that didn’t end well. My mom threw things at the neighbor, who called her husband. My dad punched my mom’s lover and> the neighbor’s husband. I had woken up right around when my mom came home, so I was basically sitting behind the couch listening to everything. I finally decide that I can’t handle listening to any more of this bad soap opera and remembered that you were in danger, so I stood up.”

“And?”

“My mom fainted.”

Alyssa snorted.

“And by this time, someone had called 911 so that’s why you saw all the commotion outside.”

She paused, “Who was in the ambulance?”

“Oh, my mom. She’s trying to convince them and my dad that she was having a heart attack or some shit like that,” David commented. “Or it could be the neighbor guy since my dad did hit him pretty hard. It’s easier to sue when you have hospital records.”

“I see.”

He quickly became serious again, “God, Aly, I’m glad he didn’t do anything. I mean… I…”

Her eyes went to his, “I would ask you to come and stay the night with me but —”

“I’d love to. God knows I don’t need to be here any longer than I have been and you need someone protecting you.”

“David, I’ll be fine…”

“I’m staying over. Come on. I’ll go grab some clothes and we’ll head over now. I’m sure your mom is wondering why you’re so late home from school,” he stood up.

“But…”

“No, buts. I’m staying with you tonight. I need it as much as you do. And who knows? If you’re lucky, you’ll get lucky too.”