Enchanted and Desired (5 page)

I run the back of my hands slowly down her cheek, skimming her neck as I trail my fingers down the side of her body, teasing the side of her breasts as I make my way down to her hips. She feels fucking amazing.

I’m rock solid already, and I’m pissed off about last week at the same time. Being a petty prick, I decide to woo her in Italian, whispering sweet nothings to make her melt. It works
every
time.

“
Il formaggio è nel frigo
.” Her badass bravado is nowhere to be seen as she relinquishes her body to me; languid and ready for me to do as I fucking well please. I can see it in her eyes as I spin her around to face me; she’s desperate for me to fuck her. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction so easily. We’re going to have some fun tonight.

Her breathing is shallow, her heartbeat racing as I pull her flush to my chest and lift her chin, dipping my mouth down to capture hers before she can protest. Fuuuuucking hell, she tastes delicious; her tongue stroking mine, making my cock twitch at the thought of her talented little mouth laving it with undivided attention.

She gives me everything she has in this one unguarded kiss, and as much as I want to lose myself in it, in her, I can’t help but feel like a bit of a dick for winning her over with my smooth Italian whispering “The cheese is in the fridge” in her ear. It was a prick move that I usually reserve for the annoyingly dumb girls, but Jess isn’t like that. I might not know her very well, but she is sharp as a fucking tack.

I push my guilt aside and give this kiss everything I’ve got. She feels amazing against me, her lips and tongue moving in perfect symmetry with my own. This is not how I expected to feel when I saw her tonight. I wanted to make her regret putting a dent in my ego, to make her want me, and then leave her hanging.

The reaction she’s sparking inside of me in the middle of my own club is some fucking primitive caveman shit. I want to drag her by her hair into my cave and fuck her into submission. I want her – more than I have ever wanted a woman in my life. She
is
going to beg for more when I’m done with her.

I pull back before I literally take her right here on the bar for all to see. The sight of her panting, her full lips swollen from the intensity of our kiss…is so fucking satisfying, and absolutely stunning.

I grab us some more drinks and lead her over to one of the sofas, guiding her with my hand on her lower back, and even this small contact has me buzzing all over. Ok, maybe I won’t mess with her too much; I certainly won’t leave her hanging. I
will
be fucking her tonight and getting her the hell out of my system for good.

The sparks fly between us as the tension rises, every word from our lips a form of foreplay, teasing each other with a promise of what’s to come. The spell is swiftly broken when Jess diverts her attention to someone behind me.

“You didn’t tell me this was the friend you were talking about
Brandon
.” She seems a bit pissed with him.

“I thought you already knew, I mean, you guys have slept together right?” The look of feigned innocence on his face is fucking priceless – prick. He knows I don’t tell girls I sleep with that I own this place. Jess seeks refuge, pressing her face to my chest. I didn’t take her for the shy type, but she seems to be surprising me in more ways than one tonight.

“Shut up man. You’re ruining my chances at round two here.” He sees the warning in my eyes, gives me a smirk, and heads off to get us all some champagne. I feel Jess relax; her soft, slender frame melting against me. It makes me a little uneasy – the desire to shield her, protect her, and hold her close becoming a physical ache in my chest. What the fuck? And I thought Brandon was a pussy.

After having
a lot
to drink, having some great laughs with Brandon, and having Jess writhe against me on the dance floor, I am ready to get the fuck out of here, and get
her
under me. She is dynamite on the dance floor; the way she gyrates her hips, slinking her way down my body and up again; the curve of her ass brushing against my already hard as steel cock. She is so fucking sexy and she knows it. Every move she makes, she does with the intent to drive me wild. And it is most definitely working.

When Cube closes for the night, Brandon’s driver Angus takes us back to Jess and Lily’s apartment. Lily is a bit the worse for wear, and I don’t want to sound like a dick, but I don’t give a fuck what her and Brandon are up to right now; I have one thing on my mind and one thing only…me inside Jess, making her scream….

JESS

My stomach is doing somersaults as I lead Simon down the hallway to my bedroom. Lilliput is completely smashed, but thankfully moneybags is taking good care of her, so I am free to focus on the man candy sending shivers down my spine with the mere touch of his hand and the knowledge that I am about to have some mind-altering, earth-shattering sex.

I can feel a mixture of nerves and pure desire pooling in my groin as I turn to close the door behind us. My room feels somehow exponentially smaller with
him
in it. I make a move to reach for the handle, but as I do, he’s on me, slamming the door shut behind him, grabbing me around the waist and pushing me up against the wall. Holy shit, he’s strong. He lifts me with ease, ripping at my dress as his lips crash down on mine.

I hear the fabric tear as he devours me with his tongue, his throbbing erection pressing into me, and his hands shredding my clothing along with any doubts I have about letting him consume me a second time. My brain is telling me to stop this, the danger alarm resounding in my head like a police siren, but my traitorous body won’t listen. I practically convulse under his touch as he rips my panties leaving me completely naked and pinned to the wall, helpless and vulnerable.

I grab at his shirt, sliding my hands between our bodies to unbutton it, pushing it over his strong, broad shoulders; our lips locked and our tongues tangling in a fiercely intense, spine tingling kiss. I’m bereft when he pulls away, his warm sweet breath caressing my face as he struggles to control it. He grabs my ass and pushes me further up the wall before taking my hard, puckered nipple into his mouth. Oh my God, his mouth feels amazing on me.

I fist my hands in his hair, tugging and pulling and forcing his face into my chest, urging him to take me harder. He bites down, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain shooting through my body. I lose myself to the sensation of his every touch, his every caress; his hand kneading my other breast as I arch into him.

“God you taste so fucking sweet baby. I need to get a proper taste.” I’m on the bed in seconds, my legs spread wide for him to look and touch and taste. His strong hands pin my legs, holding them as far apart as they can go. He’s still wearing his pants, and I have a sudden pang of insecurity. What the hell? I am so not that girl. I know I have a rocking body; every man I’ve ever been with has told me that, so why the hell am I worried what this guy thinks?

“Fuck me Jess. You have the sexiest fucking pussy I have ever laid eyes on. I fucking love that you wax it
all
; it lets me see those pretty, juicy, rosy pink lips, swollen with desire, ready for what I’m going to give you. If it tastes half as good as it fucking looks, then I’ll be feasting on you for hours.”

Every fiber of my being coils in anticipation; turned on beyond all reason as his fingers slide down, caressing the length of my folds with a feather light touch that sets me on fire. I shudder, my body giving away how strongly he affects me. I’m already wet, and the satisfied look on his face as he spreads my arousal up and over my clit is sexy as hell.

“Oh baby, I want to tease you, but I just can’t wait…” With those words his mouth connects with my flesh, tracing the length of me in one slow, languorous lick, until he reaches my clit, flicking it with the tip of his warm, wet tongue. Oh God…the groan that escapes his chest vibrates against my sensitive skin, pushing me closer to what I
know
will be a seriously intense climax.

“Fuck...baby…you taste sweeter than sugar.” The onslaught of kisses he rains down on me sends me into a tailspin, spiraling into an abyss of pure ecstasy. He’s ravenous as he devours me, grunting and groaning; his light scruff scraping against my inner thighs and my swollen entrance, heightening my already intense pleasure.

When I think I can’t take anymore, he thrusts three fingers inside me without warning, propelling me into the hardest, hottest, strongest orgasm of my life. My body submits, willing to give him anything and everything he wants.

“Oh my God…Simon…fuck…yes…oh God YES!!!!” I can feel his grin against my pussy, but as I try to scramble away from him, unable to take anymore, he clearly has other ideas.

“I’m not done tasting you yet. Don’t move or I’ll have to tie you down.” My whole body stiffens. That is NOT going to happen. I start to panic at the mere mention of it, my body rigid and shaking at his words. He can tell something isn’t right.

“Relax baby…trust me…” I want to run a mile; I don’t know this guy and he thinks I should trust him? Not likely! That just gets you all kinds of messed up. As much as my brain is telling me to push him away and get him out of my room and out of my life, I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me as he splays his warm calloused hand on my stomach, holding me gently in place as he flicks his tongue back and forth, reigniting the flames of desire, fanning them into a raging inferno.

I come hard and fast, writhing against his face, fisting my hands in his hair as he suckles at me, letting me ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm, humming his delight as he laps at my juices.

“Holy Shit Si, you are a fucking God.” FUCK! Damn it, freaking orgasmic brain. I can feel him chuckle against my skin.

“Baby, I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface yet.” Before I have a chance to protest, he starts increasing his pace again, his fingers buried deep inside me, his other hand parting my lips to give him unfettered access. I can feel the delicious burn building in my stomach, heralding a third mind-melting climax.

“Hold on to the bed Jess….Do it NOW.” Without a thought, I do as he asks. He grabs me, pulling me tight against his face; his strong hands kneading my ass. I feel his fingers brush over my forbidden entrance. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I buck off the bed.

“Don’t Si…please don’t...” My voice becomes a whisper “don’t…” His eyes dart up to see mine, wild and scared, and begging for him not to open Pandora’s Box. I feel the tears welling in my eyes as his face lifts and his eyes reconnect with mine. My soul is as naked as my quivering body in this moment. My darkest secrets, my worst fears on display as he searches my face for answers I’m not willing to give.

“I wasn’t going to…I would never do anything you don’t want Jess.” He stands up at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart lurches into my throat, waiting for him to leave; desperately wanting him to stay, but my head won’t let me beg.

I lay unmoving, holding his gaze, my heartbeat rapid as his hands move down to his belt. He slowly unbuckles it, before unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. The sight of his caramel tanned skin, tight over rippling abs and his V, teasing me as it disappears down into his boxer shorts, immediately ignites my desire. I can see a hint of ink, but I am too aroused to focus on it.

He never breaks eye contact, even for a second, as he hooks his fingers underneath the waistband and slides the fabric over his rock hard cock, letting it spring free. I can’t hold his gaze any longer; I’m drawn to the sight of his throbbing length, craving the feel of him inside me.

“Look at me baby.” His command is laced with tenderness; the tenderness I can see in the velvet chocolate depths of his eyes staring back at me. I can’t move; I just watch as he crawls onto the bed, straddling my body, his strong toned thighs on either side of me as he stalks me – a lion hunting his prey; lithe, powerful, and impossible to resist.

I lift my hands running them over his warm, soft skin, tight over his broad back, his muscles pulsing under my touch. Even his shoulder blades are sexy, and as I explore his body with my fingertips, he whispers sweetly into my mouth, before claiming it as his.

“Let me make you forget Tesoro.”

His lips are on me, his tongue tangling with mine, his scent invading my senses as his body presses down along the length of me, pinning me to the bed. Every inch of skin that connects with his is alive with lust, desire, and the promise of a phenomenal fusion of two bodies becoming one for a brief moment in time.