Cheers To My Beautiful

Chapter 26: Then, challenge accepted

Mordecai's standpoint

I stared at Autumn's lips, the menu in my hands long forgotten. She was biting her lip as she decided on what to order. I decided to take her to an Italian restaurant, to make her feel a little at home and because I knew that a certain famous blogger always ate there at that exact time. It was the perfect way to please her and spread the news that we were together to pain Landon.

I was such a fool doubting her and almost ruining everything due to anger. The pain of having her leave me for him blinded me, but I wasn't going to let it happen again. She ran her tongue over her lips, reminding me of how tender those flesh are, how they melted in mine. Autumn was a fabulous kisser, a damn kisser that knew how to send a man thinking of nothing else than her lips and her taste. Simple way to describe her taste, cinnamon and vanilla, sweet, sweet vanilla.

She reacted to my touch so well, like her body was waiting for me. I knew she wasn't lying about the asexual part, her body movement testified to that. She squirmed like someone who hadn't been touched since forever; like a virgin. Then how desperate she became to take off her clothing, like she hadn't had the urge to for years. It made me feel fucking good knowing she hadn't been touched for a long time and was being awakened by me. I was going to take our relationship off the innocent line.

"Okay, I want spaghettoni with nolche olives, any scented tomatoes, and oregano, cotoletta milanese, Caprese salad, and bruschetta. Then give me any wine you like, I can't choose right now." She finally said. The waitress jotted down her order.

"I'll have what she's having,"

"Alright, I'll be back with your orders soon." She went off. Autumn looked around the place before her eyes landed on mine. She scoffed and rolled it away.

"Can you stop looking at me like I'm some delicious piece of meat waiting to be devoured?"

"You are more like a delicious creamy cup of vanilla ice cream waiting for my tongue. And trust me, I will lick off every single spoon of you."

She coughed into her hands, her face becoming as red as her hair. "Can you not make this lunch awkward? Please?" She asked nervously. I raised my hands in surrender.

"Like seduce you with my awkwardness?" Her face crinkles up into a sneer.

"Cut it out,"

"For now, tell me about yourself, like your high school life,"

"Hmm, nothing more than your usual cheerleader dating boys here and there. I have to admit, I was a playgirl then, it broke a lot of hearts…"

"And slept with guys?" I asked jealously.

"And spent their money. I won't say I slept with all, well most. But anyone I spent a night with, I never did again. I shamefully admit that to me, every sexual adventure was a disastrous experience to write down. I slept with boys to explore my sexual fantasies, though it didn't go too well." She confessed sadly.

"Why?"

"None of them were ever good enough to make me cum more than once and most not at all," she sighed and slouched lazily down the chair, "and then it got worse over the years until I turned asexual. It's not like my requirement is high, I'm not even that great but I had the issue of finding that guy who would excite me. I tried everything, even BDSM and every other part, but none worked. And here I am years later, not even sure what I am."

"Do you want to commit a sin for your next confession?" I smirked. She rolled her eyes and gave me a stern look. "What? You are denying the fact that I turned you on back there? We can make it a thing, I can help you explore this new feeling." I suggested. She sighed heavily.