Allure: State Of Desire (Contemporary Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“What’s this?”
The man looked down at the small pale hand on his jeans. “New
political tactics?”

“Not really,”
Jaycie shrugged. “More like a personal agenda… I think you’re
nice,” she hated how lame she sounded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t offload
on you.”

“You’re not,”
he said gently. “You seem like you’ve been waiting to say this for
a while. Are you alone? Can you talk to your friends?”

“They wouldn’t
understand,” Jaycie smiled sadly. “They’re career women, too… Men
are meant to be like a hobby, not someone to keep.”

“Are you
someone who keeps men for a hobby?” the man asked.

Jaycie was too
grown up to be goaded into a response. She got to her feet and held
out her hand to shake. “I see there’s nothing for me here. Thanks
for your time,” she said.

The man stood
and took her hand, pulling her towards him. “I wouldn’t say there’s
nothing here for you,” he said.

Jaycie felt her
skin flush in response to his closeness. She was compelled to walk
away, but something about the man’s deep grey eyes made her want to
stay, if only for the joy of a brief encounter. Without breaking
eye contact, she reached up and planted her mouth on his.

They pressed
themselves against each other as though each was trying to force
the other back. Jaycie felt her firm breasts squashing up against
him and a firmness much lower down pressing against her as their
mouths tangled with one another.

There was
frenzy to the way they began to pull each other’s clothes off.
Jaycie heard a rip as her jacket was flung to the ground, and she
yanked so hard on the man’s t-shirt that his glasses came up, too.
He hastily put them back on before expertly pinging open her bra
and releasing her breasts.

The cold air of
the large house swished over her skin and Jaycie saw her nipples
tense and rise in response. Her areolas were pink and swollen,
begging to be touched; to be sucked.

She looked her
partner in the eye before he dipped his greying head down, taking a
ripe nipple into his mouth, and sucking on it until it peaked.
Jaycie felt the sensations of joy; electricity and the
forbidden-fruit feeling of fucking in a stranger’s front room run
over her body, from her breasts to her brain and over her skin.

Jaycie shivered
as the man’s hand s began tracing circles over her buttocks and
down her legs, before moving under her skirt and up towards her
crotch. She could feel her own wetness beginning already and gasped
delightedly as his fingers brushed over the damp cotton.

“You’re ready,”
he said huskily, taking his mouth off her breast and whispering in
her ear. The woman felt shivers of excitement snake down her back.
“I could take you right now.”

“Then do it,”
she replied, feeling his fingers continue to brush lightly over her
sex.

“No,” he said
gently. “This is something we both need to enjoy,” he smiled and
picked her up in his arms. “Now, somewhere more scenic,” he said,
carrying her through the hallway and up the impressive oak
staircase. Jaycie held onto his neck, and bit her lip as he kicked
open a bedroom door, revealing a stark-white interior and the
largest bed she had ever seen.

He carried her
over to it, and dropped her unceremonially into the centre of it.
She bounced on the soft duvet and sat up on her elbows.

“What’s your
name?” she asked bluntly. The man turned and pulled his belt out of
the loops.

“Nicholas,” he
said. “But my friends call me Nick.”

“Well,
Nicholas, I’m pleased to meet you,” she said, parting her legs to
allow him a flash of white. She noticed him bite his lower lip and
run a hand through his greying hair. He didn’t seem like the type
to own a large house.

Without further
conversation, Nicholas pushed his trousers and boxers down in one
movement, and Jaycie eased her hips out of her skirt. The man
climbed on the bed, between the woman’s legs and looked down at her
as though he could barely contain himself. Jaycie let her eyes drop
to view his cock and grinned as she saw he was well above average
in size, and had a tiny glisten at the end of his glans – he was
already aching for her – she just hoped he wouldn’t be another
disappointment, in any sense. This was one night only – an
awakening, to satisfy her heartache, and then she would walk
away.

Nicholas ran
his hands over Jaycie’s thighs, letting her feel the strength of
his arms and fingers, working his way up, with smooth massaging
motions, over her stomach and up to her breasts, which rose and
fell with her deep breaths. He pinched her nipples and made her
giggle as the sweet tingling sensation ran over her flesh. Dipping
his head, he kissed each one lightly before sucking again, this
time drawing his teeth ever so gently over the raised, red flesh.
Jaycie felt the heat rising in her body, and how her sex responded
to the pleasure in her breasts – already, this was lasting longer
than a simple conquest-fuck. It was in danger of turning into
something special.

Keeping his
deep kisses on her neck and breasts, Nicholas’ hand trailed down to
Jaycie’s stomach and then lower towards her sex. She flinched as
his gentle fingers brushed over her strawberry blonde pubic hair.
She helped him gain access by parting her legs a little – just
enough for his fingertips to stroke over her labia and her
already-swelling clitoris. She raised her head to look her lover in
the eye, and he responded with a deep kiss on the mouth, his tongue
exploring hers, before he shifted down the bed to get down to what
he meant to do.

Trailing kisses
down her body, Nicholas used his gentle fingers to part her labia
and moisten his fingers in the wetness of her sex. She sighed as he
traced over her folds, exploring every inch of her from her anus to
her clitoris, which pulsed as it was swept over. Jaycie raised her
hips a little, and Nicholas took the hint, dipping his fingers into
the opening of her vagina, just briefly, and then taking that
delicious wetness up to her desperate clitoris.

He stroked the
tiny swollen organ, and Jaycie felt it pulse and twitch in
response. Pleasure washed over her like nothing she had ever known
– this wasn’t getting her off for the sake of it – this was gently
steering her down a path of climax she was unused to. She sighed
and turned her head as Nicholas rubbed her, slicking over and over
that same spot. She could feel her own wetness soaking her sex as
the heat of her pleasure darted over her whole body.

Then, as if
without warning, her climax broke like waves on rocks and washed
over the calm beach of her body. Jaycie gasped, raising her hips
and reaching with her own hand to hold Nicholas’ against her flesh.
Even before the pulses of orgasm had died, Nicholas was between her
legs, this time parting them to view her pink, moist treasure,
before plunging his head towards her sex and taking a long taste
from her cunt to her pulsating clitoris.

Jaycie moaned,
her hips buckling on the crisp white sheets. Nicholas flicked her
tongue over her clitoris, which throbbed with hot pleasure. She
tossed her head from side to side – she could hardly take much
more, but even as she thought so, she felt one of Nicholas’ fingers
slip inside her, pressing her g-spot from the inside, as he
continued to lick and suck on her clitoris. The duality of the
pleasure made her moan and grit her teeth – she was unused to being
pleasured so much, she never wanted it to end.

As Nicholas
rubbed her spongy g-spot, she felt herself give in once again and
cry out as a new climax came to her. This one was stronger – waved
of pleasure pulsed from her clitoris, to her cunt and back again.
Her deep well was aching to be filled and it only spurred her onto
new heights when she felt the head of Nicholas’ cock begin to nudge
inside her.

She opened her
legs wide and wrapped them around her lover’s back, allowing him to
slide in easily, but he did not thrust to quickly penetrate her as
so many did – he let gravity and the natural pull of her desperate
well pull him inside until he was buried inside her – his pelvis
grinding against hers.

Jaycie was in
ecstasy. Her dying climax was still making itself felt, and now
with herself so deliciously filled she felt as though she was
floating on a sea of pleasure. She squeezed the cock inside her
with her strong muscles and was pleased to feel a twitch in
response – he was as desperate as she was.

Their eyes
locked and she breathed deeply as she nodded slightly – it was
time. She was ready. And so was he. At last, she felt him begin to
move inside her. The deep thrusts were slow at first, and slowly
built in intensity. Nicholas withdrew to almost his glans before
sliding effortlessly back inside her wetness all of the way. Jaycie
closed her eyes and let her body respond how it wanted to – the
moans she made as Nicholas drove inside her were not conscious –
she was too lost in her own pleasure to notice how he filled her so
completely with each stroke, and as he eventually gasped and
released his own hot load inside her, she could only sigh and allow
him to rest his head on her bosom, which was flushed and pink from
the effort.

She had no idea
how long they lay there, but after a while the man got up, kissed
her and headed for the en suite bathroom. Jaycie rolled over,
fluffing out her hair and wondering how she could ever top that
evening. All of her sexual life she had been searching for a man
who gave her more than a simple fuck, or a disappointing romance,
and today she had found him. It really did seem too good to be
true.

As she sat up,
she caught sight on the dressing table of a flash of a suit she
recognised. Getting to her feet, she walked over to see it was a
campaign leaflet of her Old Party rival – Nick Louden. His flashy
white smile and immaculate hair were a world away from…

She stopped and
looked back at the face on the photograph. Sure, he looked older,
but who was to say how old the picture was? And with some photo
software and a bucket of fake tan…

Jaycie Thornton
clamped a hand to her mouth. Could it be? After all of her
searching? Her mild-mannered, sensitive lover turns out to be the
man she had vowed to hate most in the world? As she stared at the
photograph, she heard the bathroom door unlock and turned to face
an uncertain future.

“There’s towels
on the line,” Nick said as he stepped out with one wrapped around
his waist.

“Is this you?”
Jaycie asked before she lost her nerve. As she asked, she saw the
apologetic look the man wore before dissolve into that trademark
sideways grin she saw on the posters.

“Yeah, it’s a
good photo, isn’t it?” he shrugged. “You can blame the campaign
team for that,” he sat on the edge of the bed. “It bothers you,
doesn’t it?”

“Yes! No…”
Jaycie said, trying to arrange her thoughts. “I mean,” she went on,
“it’s not like we’re getting engaged or something,” she dropped the
leaflet onto the table, suddenly aware she was naked. She folded
her arms over her breasts.

“Look,” Nick
sighed, adjusting his glasses, “let’s not drag politics into this.
We had a good time, didn’t we?”

“We did… Well,
I did,” Jaycie shrugged. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

“Let me know if
you need anything,” Nick called as she locked the door. Jaycie sat
on the edge of the bath and ran her hands through her hair. It was
the strangest situation she had ever been in – she wanted to shower
and leave, but the sweetness and gentleness of the encounter made
her want to see the man again – to get his number, to make promises
– give up her career? But at the same time, he was Nick Louden!
Representative of the Old Party! Everything she had fought against
as a student, a young adult and as a canvasser. Could she let her
precious politics slide whilst she was… She shook her head. There
was too much to think about. She hopped into the shower and let her
thoughts wash away down the plughole.

She had said a
hurried goodbye to Nick and fled from the house. Since then, she
had been hiding out with her colleagues, keeping her head down and
avoiding canvassing duty as much as she could. Ordinarily, she
would have been desperate to get back out, discover more people and
have her casual encounters, but the memories of that one evening
with Nick kept flooding back to her.

She found
herself every night the week after their encounter rolling about in
her own cold, lonely bed. She was driven to pleasuring herself as
she reimagined, over and over the feeling of being filled so wholly
and satisfied so completely. She had even been questioning whether
she wanted to stay single – the closeness and loving feeling from
the sex had been wonderful. She found her thoughts drifting when
she should have been thinking about her career…

“You ok?”
Chloe’s voice interrupted Jaycie’s thoughts. She had been staring
out of the window, watching rain run in rivers down the panes. The
end of the campaign was only a week away and the office was ticking
over finishing last-minute canvassing, letters and finally making
sure the place was ready to be tidied away for another year. Most
of the employees would move to managing the New Party’s finances,
donations and fliers online, working from home, and Jaycie was one
of them. She had a flair for design and was in charge of making the
Party website run smoothly and attract new members. It was an easy
job that meant she had a lot of time on her hands. She had planned
to use her spare time to continue her search for the perfect lover,
but it seemed her plans had come crashing around her ears.

“I’m ok,”
Jaycie sighed, picking up her pen again. “Just tired, that’s
all.”

“Tell me about
it,” Chloe sighed. “And you know they’re saying the Old Party has
opened a new HQ just outside the town? That means that airbrushed
idiot Louden will be living around here. They say he owns loads of
the houses around here, too, so if you’re out canvassing, watch
that he doesn’t answer the door!”