Desire Unleashed

by Layne Macadam

  It was only a matter of time though, before he realized Harry’s gruffness was a disguise that masked the generous man inside. The turning point in their relationship came after the granddaddy of all fights when Harry enrolled him in a martial arts class, claiming he needed to learn some restraint. He’d tried to buck it at first, but Harry was adamant, and in hindsight, he’d always be grateful for that.

  Harry recognized that he needed an outlet for his volatile temperament, and it was there that he learned self-discipline. Physically big and strong for his age and a quick study, it wasn’t long before he was winning competitions for the club. Harry was always there providing support and encouragement, just like a real father.

  Usually tense before a match, to keep him calm, Harry filled his head with tales of his own adventures in the service. Ice loved listening to the stories and always knew that he was destined to serve his county. Then at sixteen, he read an article about a team of Navy SEALs and knew right away that was what he wanted to be. Thinking back, Ice had no complaints. He’d mapped out a career, carved a niche for himself, and it had been fulfilling. His work colleagues respected him, and he had one of the closest knit teams on the base. Yes, joining the Navy was the smartest move he’d ever made, it was his life now, and he was married to the job.

  Kathy’s arrival back at the table shook him out of his reverie. When he’d unloaded earlier, he was glad she’d made no comment. Sympathy was the last thing he wanted from her, and he felt awkward now for having spilled his guts. He’d managed to put that part of his life behind him and move on.

  When she resumed her seat, he filled her glass with what remained in the bottle. He didn’t order another one as Kathy declined the offer, and he had to drive

  When her dessert arrived it was a concoction of layered chocolate cake and mousse with lashings of whipped cream on the side. Rich and decadent, sweet and sinful, and just how he liked his women. “That looks good.”

  “Mm it’s delicious,” Kathy said and began seductively licking the smooth chocolate from the spoon with her tongue. “Here try some,” she offered scooping up another spoonful.

  As she leaned across the table, her blouse gaped, revealing the barest view of satiny smooth perfection. Dumbfounded, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the spoon; there was no other choice but to take what she offered.

  Kathy slowly withdrew the spoon from his mouth. “Oh you’ve left some.” Her kittenish purr had him staring in open fascination as she popped the silver spoon into her own mouth and swirled it clean with her tongue.

  Ice willed her to finish the dessert pronto. He didn’t know how much more of the sexy connotation he could take.

  The last mouthful had barely left her lips when he was pulling back her chair and hustling her to her feet. She gave him a puzzled look. “There’s a lull in the storm,” he explained.

  At the cash register, he laid down a wad of notes, and then taking her arm hurried her out to the car. Kathy was a little unsteady as he guided her across the parking lot. Pleasantly tipsy, but only having two drinks in as many hours, it was clear that she wasn’t much of a drinker and he liked that. He heaved open the car door and bundled her in, keen to get home and pick up where they’d left off in the airport parking lot. As he climbed behind the wheel the rain began to fall again, and he thought even the weather gods are smiling. It’s a good night to be snuggled up in bed.

  *

  Kathy was light-headed and the damp night air, although chilly, hadn’t served to clear the fuzziness. Liz always said she was a cheap drunk. And Lord, whatever had possessed her to feed him dessert from her spoon? She tried to gather her thoughts as she pulled the sash down and buckled her belt, the scene that had transpired in the airport parking lot was echoing like thunder in her head. His intimate touch, although shocking, had sent tingles down her spine, and when he’d said she’d made him hard, she’d wanted to palm his groin and feel for herself.

  Her lust button had been triggered at last, and now that it had, she wanted his hands all over her. Wanted her first time to be with someone who inflamed her senses, someone like him, she prayed he would be all she imagined and more. At twenty-four her girlish ideas of one perfect love seemed childish now. Liz was right, fairytale endings were a pipe dream, and this was the real world. She needed to live for the moment. But that didn’t stop her wondering if he’d enjoyed the evening as much as she had. The more time spent in his company, the more she liked him and hoped he felt the same.

  The respite in the weather was short lived. Shane had the wipers on all the way home. The effects of the wine had started to wear off by the time they drew into his parking space in the apartment complex. That’s when she began to feel a little uptight, anxious at what lay ahead, what he would expect from her.

  She didn’t have long to wait. The engine died, and her face was cradled in his big hands before she even realized he’d unbuckled their belts. She angled her chin for his kiss, and he plundered her mouth with his tongue.

  It was red-hot, and she ignited like a flame to kindling, throwing her arms around him with wanton abandon, almost climbing into his lap.

  His kiss awakened a primal desire that until now had lain dormant, so when he dropped his hand and started caressing her breast, she didn’t protest, and when his fingers squeezed her nipple with just enough bite to make it tingle, she moaned with need. An earthy sound, alien to her ears, sexual in nature it begged for release.

  Kathy didn’t register the purr of a car engine entering the parking lot until his lips broke from hers with a soft cluck.

  “Let’s take this inside.” He breathed seductively into her ear hauling her back to reality. With flushed cheeks, Kathy unlatched the door and stepped down. Shane came around to the passenger side, and hand in hand, they climbed the stairs.

  *

  Ice pondered his next move. Would Kathy feel more comfortable in her own place or would she rather go to his? He mulled it over mere seconds for in the end it was a moot point; he walked her straight to his door. He knew he had condoms in his bedside drawer but couldn’t bank on her.

  Ice unlocked his apartment and stood back allowing her to precede him in then pushed the door shut behind them. He cupped her cheek in a gentle caress, resisting the urge to tear off her clothes, throw her to the ground, and take her right there on the living room floor like a Neanderthal. But he’d waited days to have her; a little longer would be no hardship. He wanted to savor every erotic moment and give her the ride of her life. Before this night was over, she’d be screaming his name in ecstasy, and his cock would be back under control. He hadn’t had the no-strings-attached talk yet, and that concerned him, but there’d be time for that later.

  Ice’s hand dropped to the front of her blouse and began slipping each small button through the delicate fabric. When her shirt fell open, revealing the creamy skin of her midriff and the minuscule scrap of pale pink lace, he got the full impact of her magnificent tits.

  Soft and plump and even better than he’d fantasized.

  He eased the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms where it fluttered to the floor in a whisper. Cleavage to die for begged to be touched. He parted the valley between her breasts with his finger. Her eyes glittered up at him, like a startled rabbit caught in a set of headlights. Rooted to the spot, her ragged breath came in short shallow gasps, ivory teeth tugged at her bottom lip, and twin spots of color illuminated her cheeks.

  Her reaction prompted the thought that she’d really perfected the little-miss-innocent act. He didn’t buy it though; he’d seen her in action at Shenanigans. Instead, he reached down, unzipped her skirt, and edged the fabric down over her flared hips while his fingers caressed the silkiness of her thighs. Her skin was soft to the touch, like freshly whipped cream, and he imagined she’d taste just as sweet.

  She was intoxicating. No. She was perfect.

  He adjusted his jeans then started unbuttoning his shirt. Kathy stayed his hands and with her own began slip
ping the buttons through the linen fabric. When she’d finally fumbled the last one undone, she pushed the material aside and touched his chest.

  He almost groaned.

  The feel of her lips as she pressed them to his flat brown nipple was a feather light kiss, the sweep of her tongue over the nub, a hot wet swirl. Her fingers, gliding through his chest hair and trailing over his abs, belly, and beyond, a promise of what was to come.

  Kathy unbuckled his belt and slipped her fingertips into the waistband of his jeans. His breath hitched, and she paused, tilting her head to meet his eyes. The look she gave him was uncertain, as if the raw emotion on his face was unreadable, and she snatched back her fingers as if they’d been burned.

  The withdrawal miffed him, now was not the time for the little minx to play games. He seized her wrist and guided her hand to his groin, pressing the flat of her palm hard up against his cock. He was rock hard and would leave her in no doubt of where this was heading.

  Ocean blue eyes smoldered with desire, but if Kathy wanted out, now was the time to speak up. “Do you want to take this to the bedroom or not?”

  *

  The tension in the air was palpable while Shane waited for her answer. She’d gasped when he’d pushed her hand against his groin. He seemed incredibly large, but she had no basis for comparison. With only the briefest hesitation, she gave him a nod.

  Shane whipped her into his arms as if she was a lightweight and carried her in long purposeful strides to his bedroom. Her lips parted, and he took possession of her mouth.

  The kiss was long and deep, drawing the very breath from her. When he lowered her to the bed, the mattress gave beneath their combined weight. She shimmied over, and Shane edged in beside her, his tongue still savaging her mouth. His hand smoothed over the curve of her waist, skimmed down her leg, and came to rest at her ankle.

  “Allow me,” he murmured, breaking the kiss.

  She gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile as he unbuckled her sandals and tossed them aside. The trail of butterfly kisses he blazed up her body was so light she could have imagined it, but she didn’t imagine the erotic tingling sensation pulsing through her veins when he reached behind her back, and in one fluid movement unsnapped the clasp of her bra and buried his face between her breasts.

  “God you’re tits are amazing,” he sighed, taking their weight in his hands.

  Kathy blushed at his directness. She’d always thought her breasts too large so was thrilled that he thought them amazing, but when he rolled his thumb and forefinger over her nipple tweaking it until it stood pert and erect, she felt the sensation clear down to her toes. When his lips latched onto her other nipple, drawing it into his mouth, she squirmed. His questing hands, gliding over ribcage and belly, unleashed rampant needs that only he could fulfill.

  Shane plucked at the elastic of her briefs. His tapered finger dipped beneath and probed the delicate folds of her nether lips. When it breached her virgin channel, she was already wet with need, her sodden panties testament of her desire.

  Shane shimmied down between her thighs, eased off her panties, and spread her legs, positioning his face at her opening.

  “Time to taste your honey babe,” he said.

  He wasn’t going to do that was he? She hadn’t imagined him doing anything like that tonight. It was a heady thought. Nervous, but excited at the same time, she quivered in anticipation at what he was about to do.

  As his tongue invaded her, white-hot excitement reverberated through her body, melting her very bones. The sensation Shane was creating in her was astonishing. Clutching at the bed covers, she balled them into a fist and writhed on the bed. The pleasure was so intense she didn’t think she could take anymore and tried to scoot away. But he was having none of that.

  “Relax babe, go with it, don’t fight it.”

  He grabbed her hips and dragged her back to his mouth. His splayed hands held her firmly in place as he buried his face again into her damp curls.

  Kathy had been teetering on the edge of discovery, awash with new emotions, new pleasure mounting, escalating. Her breaths short and sharp, she whimpered little mewing sounds in her throat that even she didn’t recognize as her own. Shane kept lapping her pussy and as she went over the edge, white-hot lightning flared within.

  Chapter 5

  Now that he had her motor running, it was time to crank it up a level. Ice tongued her pussy in one long slow drawn-out lick. Divine. She tasted like Ambrosia, with a smattering of spice, nectar of the gods, and like a god, he was going to take his fill. He sipped at her, savoring the potent flavor that was uniquely her.

  His tongue delved deeper, penetrating her molten flesh with quick darting motions, deliciously exploring her soft folds, caressing the delicate flesh, and enticing the little nub out to play. He toyed with her clit, using his tongue for her satisfaction as well as his own, but when he gently nipped the swollen bundle of nerve endings, he thought she was going to fly right off the mattress as violent shudders overtook her. The shards of sensation emanating through her body transferred through to his, and he seemed to force back his own orgasm as he lapped greedily at the hot liquid pooling between her thighs.

  Ice looked up from her delectable pussy, he just knew she’d go off like a firecracker on the fourth of July, and the night was still young. With a lick of his lips and a cheeky grin he said in a gravelly voice, “That’s just the beginning babe.”

  Before she could make a reply, he planted a kiss on the top of her pussy and dragged himself up her flat belly, darting his hot wet tongue into her navel on the way.

  Ice maneuvered himself off the bed, finished unbuttoning his fly, and shed his jeans. He didn’t wear shorts, preferring to go commando. Kathy arched a quizzical brow. His left cheek dimpled and his blue eyes lit with amusement as her studying gaze raked over him, but when those pretty brown eyes stalled at his groin, he knew she wasn’t disappointed.

  He pressed her back against the pillows, leaned over and took a condom from the bedside drawer, ripped the foil packet open with his teeth, and rolled the latex over his erection.

  Kathy encircled his neck with her arms. “Be gentle with me Shane.”

  Gentle, was the woman crazy? The way she’d been putting out, she’d wound him tighter than a spring. It would have to be hard and fast this time, later he’d take it slow, all night if that’s what she really wanted.

  He ravaged her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out between her luscious lips in imitation of what was to come. When his fingers found her clit and gave it a firm squeeze, she responded was a satisfying moan.

  She was hot and wet and oh so ready. Ice lined up his cock and nudged an inch into her silken depths. Her sheath squeezed him, and it felt so damn good he wanted to bury himself balls deep, hell, he wanted to crawl right up inside her.

  When she moaned again, he reacted with a hard thrust and penetrated her deep, and that’s when all hell broke loose.

  Geezus.

  Ice’s big body stilled above her, warning bells clanged in his head. He’d felt her hymen rupture. Fuck. He’d never taken an inexperienced woman before, no wonder she’d asked him to be gentle. So what the hell should he do now?

  *

  Kathy cried out, but abruptly bit back the sound before it had time to gain momentum and erupt from her lips in a scream. She blinked back the tears that sprang involuntarily to her eyes determined not to let them fall. She knew there’d be pain but wasn’t prepared for the sudden sharp intensity, and Shane hadn’t been particularly gentle with her. He was a big man in every way, and he was suspended over her now with a look of stunned disbelief on his face.

  “Kathy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I had no idea,” he stammered and started to ease out of her.

  “It’s all right, I’m okay, please don’t stop,” she said, locking her arms around his neck. She’d come this far and wanted to finish it. She held his gaze, his face a mixture of concern and indecision. She smiled encouragingly until
it cleared.

  “Wrap your legs around me then.”

  Kathy did as instructed, and Shane gently began to glide in and out of her.

  “How does that feel babe, not hurting? I’ll stop if you want me to.”

  “No, it’s starting to feel mm…” She searched for the word. “Better.”

  *

  Ice rocked his hips in the action of lovers that was as old as time itself. In spite of what Kathy had said, from the way she held herself tense, he knew he was hurting her. He’d had visions of pleasuring her all night long, but that was before. He didn’t want to cause her more pain, hell, he felt bad enough as it was, but if he let go of his control and went with it, it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge, so for her sake he decided to end it quick.

  With a few sharp thrusts, he surged into her. Her muscles contracted around his cock, his balls tightened, and he exploded. Her tight pussy gripped him like a vice, milking him as wave after wave of liquid heat pulsed through his body. The blood in his veins hummed, his heart beat like a drum, euphoria flooded him, he felt invincible, and with a jolt, he realized he was ready to go again.

  Ice could only put his quick recovery down to the fact that the last five months had been a sexual low patch. Maybe that was also why he’d had these uncharacteristic fantasies where Kathy was concerned. However, he wasn’t a selfish lover, and it did worry him that he hadn’t brought her to orgasm again. He promised himself that her next time would be one she’d never forget.

  Withdrawing, he moved off her, and pulling her into his arms, kissed her temple while stroking her smooth cheeks and petting her soft hair. God, her hair was nice. It was so long and silky and smelled like a rose garden. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with her scent. She looked so fragile cuddled up to him, like a porcelain doll that needed tender words and cherishing, but even with that thought, the sight of her was making him horny, and he needed to put some distance between them.