Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel)

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by R. F. Allie


  He was scrambling through a stack of documents, his breath focused and controlled. I smiled at the slight freckles on his nose, they were barely there, discretely shaped. I’d no idea freckles would look that appealing.

  I loved the way his hair formed its mess on his own, rebelled or falling dark brown strands. They called for my touch. I refrained to let him focus on his task.

  When he came and sat next to me, I’d gotten sleepy. I just grasped his arm and shut my eyes.

  I woke up and winced at the pressure in my ear, I hated when that happened. But we were already on the ground. I’d slept through the whole flight, I didn't even talk to Landon, or kissed him, it's been too-long.

  I blinked rapidly.

  “Hello beautiful, sleep well?"

  His low voice was so hot.

  “Mmh, did anyone else sleep?"

  I asked stretching and looking around me.

  “I’m afraid not, the boys started getting a little drunk, and then when Jenna joined, it became an amusing contest."

  He said with chuckles; his smoky gray eyes sparkled.

  I laughed at my childish friends, living with Jenna was like living in a sorority house.

  She had a unique ability to hold her alcohol.

  “What about you baby?"

  “Well, you were grasping my arm, and I thought you might be having another erotic dream; hopefully about me again. So I decided not to disturb your sleep and read some case files."

  What in the hell was he talking about.

  “When did I have an erotic dream? Jeez can you be anymore egocentric?"

  I blinked in disbelief.

  “Calm down baby, I have no need for an ego-boost, and you did have an erotic dream about me.”

  His tone was amused, his lips twitching.

  “You did mumble something along my name.”

  “Oh yeah; when was that exactly?”

  I eyed him petulantly.

  “This morning…’

  He announced confidently.

  “You gripped my arm moaning my name in your sleep. You actually woke me up, but I didn’t mind the disturbance.”

  He added with a smirk and leaned closer to me.

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “And I must say, you looked as delightful as you were delighted."

  His tone was sardonic.

  “Shame I have no memory of it, probably as forgettable as the way you woke me up."

  Screw him!

  “And what would that be?"

  Egocentric bastard.

  “Don’t play dumb with me Davis!"

  I murmured frustrated.

  “You know damn well what I'm talking about."

  A full-grown frown formed on his beautiful face.

  “But you asked for it, I told you we shouldn't. “

  The hurt was all over his features.

  Oh dear god!

  “I’m not talking about the ‘intense sex’.”

  I motioned a quote; and glanced to see if we were drawing my friend’s attention.

  “I'm talking about how you woke me up. You know... Down here.”

  I gestured between my thighs; his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

  “See? Told you, you had an erotic dream about me.”

  Landon was amused again.

  “Much to my regret; didn't wake you up."

  He didn’t?

  “You didn't?”

  He shook his head no.

  My face fell; I really had an erotic dream about him.

  “Sadly No."

  He grinned sheepishly, He was enjoying my perplexed state.

  “Oh whatever!"

  I pushed to my feet ready to head outside of the damn plane.

  “Hold on baby! I'm sorry; I promise I'll wake you up tomorrow.”

  He pulled me to him and nuzzled at my hair.

  “After all breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

  His eyes turned full of lust.

  He took me in an embrace and we kissed.

  “It felt so real!"

  I breathed out.

  “I know baby, it's because the orgasm is real despite the sleep."

  He explained.

  I’d never experienced an erotic dream before; when I opened my eyes, I’d seen him; his eyes sparkled with the dim lightning from outside the window. His familiar hot breath against my skin, it felt real and alive. I could’ve never guessed it was a dream; especially when I’d woken up to find him gazing at me. I thought I’d just closed my eyes for a few minutes to calm myself.

  Jude, Ryan and Jenna were completely drunk during the ride home. Landon and I agreed to alter nights. Turned out he had an apartment in the city, so tonight he would stay with Jenna and me, and tomorrow I would stay with him. The clock was closing on ten when we turned in front of my building.

  By the time we made it through the stairs, the guys were completely out of it; Jenna laughed at them, and proudly claimed her victory.

  I found a note from Maria on my apartment door announcing I had received a package and that I could pick it up when I get home.

  Jenna declared her defeat and went straight to sleep off her inebriety. Landon got inside the shower.

  I started getting my things ready for work. I turned on the washing machine and let it work its way through the night.

  I used the distraction to avoid getting under the shower with Landon. I was still sore. I crawled into bed checking my emails, some were from work, and I went through them. It was some new ideas from the creative team about the restaurant and a memo for a team building Wednesday after work at Eloise' house.

  I wrote back to Carlos, a friend I’d met in Spain, he was visiting New York next month and asked if we could meet.

  Brandon sent me new photos of my sweet angels. I set them on my screen and smiled tenderly at their first school trip.

  The last e-mail was from Caden, probably the millionth apology; I sent it to the trash folder and plugged in some music.

  Landon walked inside the room wearing some alluring silk briefs, naked from the waist up, the man was unfair.

  He had no consideration, and he looked delightful. I could’ve never got used to how magnetic he looked. Yesterday night I was just too frustrated by all the women eyeing him like he was their last feast, flirting openly.

  Landon Davis was too handsome for his own good. He was a constant prey, and I couldn't figure out, how I got so damn lucky.

  Enjoy it while it lasts!

  I’d thought to myself; as cynical as ever.

  The next day, I woke up feeling very warm, a little too warm; Landon lay behind me, his palms against my breasts. It had been an unusual and new way for me to wake up; it was rapturing and I loved it.

  I stilled enjoying the feeling. Last night was fun; we talked a lot since we couldn't enjoy other activities. He had rejected all my attempts of going beyond a kiss because of my soreness; I pouted then got into the shower.

  Once I had gotten out, he repeated the previous' day treat applying some moisturizer avoiding to push it. But I could see he was dooming himself; his eyes were violently hungry.

  I cherished that I affected him as much as he did me.

  I turned to face him; glancing at the clock I saw it was only half past five. I never slept more than seven hours; I’d never needed an alarm clock since I was thirteen and preferred waking up on my own instead of my nana's nagging in the morning. I looked at the beautiful man besides me - in my bed – of all places.

  He had a flawless skin under his morning stubble, long dark lashes that intensified his consuming gray gaze. I could’ve spent the day watching him like that, he looked peaceful, and nothing suggested he had a stressful life, which he did.

  It was too-early for him to wake up; he told me he had an appointment downtown, and that he would drive me to work on his way there.

  I slid slowly out of bed and decided to go for a run. There was nothing better to cut my muscle ache better than a good swea
t.

  I picked up my iPod and purse, and tiptoed my way out of the room.

  It was a little chilly outside - nothing a good run wouldn't beat.

  I pushed my earplugs and started heading towards the village. I’d thought I’d get breakfast from the bakery I used to work at; then remembered it was closed on Monday.

  I turned toward the park. I had an hour on my hand, better make the best of it. I winced a little when speeding up my rhythm, but it felt better than yesterday; hopefully I'd be good by tonight.

  The run was very beneficial for my state of mind. I had to take a step back and put the whole weekend in retrospect. I thought about the first encounter with Landon Davis; when he was only a mysterious and magnetic stranger. I was on edge, affected by the way he looked, the way he sounded and the way he smelled.

  All my defenses were going off the hook, I felt a dark danger for my already-too-damaged soul, and I’d needed to get out of that car.

  Last Monday at the bar, I was taken by the moment, by his sight and it was the confirmation that Landon had really affected me.

  I wanted to run away, he was too-intense for my-own-good and I knew it. But the night he’d came to my house changed everything.

  I’d spent seven months thinking about whether I would engage in at least some oral action with Caden, and never even felt the urge to please him. But with Landon, I’d let down all my defenses, something about him felt trustworthy.

  I was really scared that night on my couch, his voice, and the way he could read me, the way his gaze traveled along my body. He respected me enough to leave when he thought I wasn't ready for him, despite the disappointment in his eyes.

  I had put everything in perspective after that night, with the help of Jen and Maria, I found the courage to just try and do something myself, and I did.

  It had been only a week, and we had spent only one weekend together, but for the first time in a very long time, I was feeling beyond happy, and it had everything to do with him.

  It was all-too-good to last; but at least I had that six months expiration date removed. The way he spoke when he’d announced that he was willing to let go of it; I was hung on every word. He had an interesting perspective with all those Law terms. I was his Ad Hoc…

  It wasn’t the most romantic thing I’d been called; nor had I really understood the full meaning.

  Clearly, I’d missed on my Law education.

  I was his exception he’d said; I couldn’t understand why he’d make me one. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How would my ordinary discreet life, and boring self would've seemed appealing enough for him to just let go of something he clearly believed in.

  Landon did have a point. Even though he’d explained that he didn’t really date all those women that the tabloids alleged he did; most of them were for publicity mostly. But he did date some of them, and he must’ve liked them.

  They were models and shining stars; each looked more beautiful than the one before her. And he had a thing for redheads. I think.

  Well, I was no redhead, far from a model; and my life revolved around the simplest pleasures, my new job and my grad school.

  My courses started tomorrow, most of them night classes, so they wouldn’t interfere with my work. I had no idea how it was going to turn out. I was going to have a busy schedule, at least three nights a week.

  I remembered his set of rules. Truth is; there was something appealing about them; especially since they worked in both ways. But I didn’t understand why he would have needed them. Normal relationships built up on their own, with work and communication. But Landon Davis was not a normal person; he was extraordinary. He had something with control; why else would anyone tag a relation with a due date before it even began. He’d said that we would create them gradually as we went; he’d added another one last night.

  ‘Wake-up Sex’. Starting tomorrow, every time we’d spent the night together we’d have wake-up sex. He got it after the erotic dream incident. It wasn’t morning se; it was a wake-up call. Whomever rose first had to wake up the other; no restrictions, just imagination. I wanted to do it this morning; but he’d insisted I let myself heal a little longer.

  I thought it a great addition to the set; and hoped it will forge our connection.

  I still didn’t know much about Landon Davis; I wanted to uncover him, to unravel him. He was an appealing man; all glorified and successful, with his sets of rules and unconventional ideas.

  I feared the inevitable. I knew he would get eventually bored and that's why I had to keep my guard up and avoid heartbreak. I was taken by him already; maybe a little more than I should have been.

  I’d been through enough heart aches in the past year to stand a lifetime.

  I picked up coffees, fresh tea and mouthwatering croissants and took the subway back from my run.

  I delivered the boys’ breakfast; Ryan was hangover and thankful for the meal.

  The music came loud behind my door, and I freaked out; Jenna must've forgotten about our guest and woke up as her crazy self.

  I quickly turned the key and barged inside. I froze, mesmerized by the most surprising and unexpected setting.

  Landon and Jenna were dancing in the kitchen to ‘Darryl Hall & John Oats' ‘Private Eyes’. I blinked rapidly in disbelief, for a moment I thought it a hallucination. Not only Mr. Landon Davis had moves, but he and Jenna seemed to have so much fun.

  He seemed so serious all the time, I had only glimpses of an easy-going Landon, but that was just unbelievably cute.

  The radio switched to ‘Maroon 5’ ‘One More Night, and Jenna jumped her way towards me, I was still in shock to I've been witnessing.

  "Your man is fun in the morning!"

  She squeaked and took the croissants from me.

  Landon extended his hand to me. I put the coffees on the counter and took it. He took me in an embrace and turned me in pirouettes. I was sweaty and shocked, but I couldn't stop grinning.

  "New rule aside; don't ever leave me to wake up alone again."

  His tone was raspy, hot and dangerous.

  "I'm sorry, you looked so peaceful and I needed the run."

  He nodded, brushing his light morning stubble against mine.

  "Next time, I'll come with, but never do it again."

  I recognized the possessive tone I was getting used to.

  "You are not the boss of me Davis."

  I bitched out and rocked my snickers heading to the shower. I didn't have time for his orders, I had to get to work.

  I got under the hot water, frustrated by his commandeering attitude and blew at the water. He was such a lunatic, one minute he was dancing like a young teenager in a good mood, the next he was this all angry and dominant.

  A naked familiar chest hit me from the back; I didn't even hear him walk inside the bathroom.

  Oh if he thinks he's going to...

  Woah!

  He had one hand squeezing my breast and the other between my thighs. I winced in discomfort, but didn't stop him; especially the one pinching my nipples. It felt heavenly.

  "Are you still sore baby?”

  I shook my head, unable to speak. It wasn’t as nasty as it was yesterday.

  “Good.”

  He pushed two fingers inside me.

  “Because I think I need to fuck some sense into you."

  He breathed dryly and continued.

  "And since you like it so much, you’re not allowed to come."

  I swallowed.

  He must’ve been kidding, there was no way I could control it.

  Landon stilled me against the wall; water rushing over me. He pushed my knee in front of me and in one swift move he thrusts inside me, hard. He instantly picked a relentless rhythm, twisting my nipples.

  There was no way in hell I wasn't going to orgasm, he moved leisurely, stilling me every time I tried to meet his pushes. I was already starting feel the pressure in my groin, my blood was boiling under the hot water.

  He grasped
my hair and pulled at it breathing erratically in my ear.

  "I can feel it, you're almost there Baby."

  His thrusts got harsher.

  It was exquisite and so hot.

  "I hate doing this to you; But.Just.To.Prove.A.Point."

  With those last words, each one with its torturous rotating thrust, he came with silent grunts, and abruptly pulled out of me.

  I was so close… If he’d stayed a second longer I might have had my own release, instead he did just what he said he would, leaving me panting, almost crying.

  I was a mess.

  He kept me pinned to the wall and stood behind me. His breathing was so controlled, long and slow against my skin, water washing on us in silence.

  I wasn't going to stand there and do nothing - nor was I going to spend the day without any relief. I pushed my hands between my thighs; two more strokes would’ve been enough for me to explode.

  He stopped me and spoke in a low controlling voice.

  "Just before you do that, let me explain to you how this will go. You can touch yourself for some relief, and you'll have it, you are so ready to come."

  His words did nothing to calm my urge.

  "But just so you know.”

  He turned me to face him.

  “If you do so, it will count as breaching Rule #4.”

  I stared at him; dumfounded.

  He was challenging me.

  “Yes Clea; Rule number 4. Which means if you defy me and make yourself come; I’ll deprive you from sex.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  I couldn’t believe he would suggest something like that.

  "Well, you made your point. You will not control me with your huge penis, so if you'll excuse, I'm going to avoid spending a frustrated day at work."

  I was really pissed; he was such an arrogant son-of-a-bitch.

  “Suit yourself, but let me add one last thing.”

  He bit my lip and held it between his teeth; then spoke slowly.

  “You’ll come to discover that three days without feeling me inside you; without any orgasm or any pleasure other than my company; will turn out to be the most difficult days in your life. And know this, when I decide to fuck you again, it will be on my own terms."

 

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