Dangerous Desires

by Siren, Tia

  Biting on my bottom lip, I push his open shirt down his arms, and then I finally unbuckle his belt. It comes out with a dry clink, and then I pull it out of its loops. Keeping the momentum, I tug on his pants, unbuttoning them harshly.

  “My turn now,” I whisper, going down to my knees as I grab his pants and boxer briefs and send them down to his ankles. His cock springs free, hard and ready to make a ruin out of my body, and my heart starts to drum a song of lust and insanity. As he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothes, I finally reach for his cock and curl my fingers around it.

  “I love your mouth,” he says, brushing his index finger over my lips. “Warm and tight…” As he speaks, I angle his cock toward my mouth and wrap my lips around his glans. His words make me even more eager to have all of him inside of me, so I go down at once; his shaft slides over my tongue easily, and I have to open my mouth wide to accommodate his thickness. “All the way down,” he says, placing his hands on top of my head and feeding one last inch into my mouth. I look up at him, trying to imagine the pleasure he’s taking from seeing his stepmother (well, soon to be ex-stepmother) down on her knees with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth.

  “Fuck, it feels so good,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and tangles his fingers in my hair; holding me still, he starts to rock his hips. His cock slides over my tongue fast, rolling between my lips like a piston. Struggling against the hold he has on me, I start to bob my head back and forth, lust raging through my veins like a drug. Oh God, I want more. I need more.

  I close my eyes, my pussy aching for him, and find myself moving back. His cock pops out of my mouth and I look up at him; raising one eyebrow at me, surprise in his eyes, he lets a grin dawn in his face.

  “Not an ounce of patience in you,” he says as he picks me up, pinning me against the wall once more. Grabbing his cock, he places its tip against my pussy. “Is this what you want?”

  “What do you think?” I purr, my heart feeling more and more like a bomb about to go off. That’s all I have the time to say; he grabs me by the waist and forces me to turn around. Reacting by instinct, I place my hands on the wall at shoulder-height and jut my ass back. He runs his fingers between my thighs, parting my wet inner lips, and then pushes his cock inside of my pussy. There’s no gentleness about it; right now, there’s nothing loving about what we’re doing. We’re fucking, and that’s all I could have asked for.

  I groan as I feel his thickness making its way past my folds, straining against my inner walls as it goes. “You asked for it…” he whispers into my ear, his words holding a promise of sinful decadence. “Now let’s see if you can handle it.” With that, he thrusts as hard as he can; I scream like a madwoman, my insides burning up as he pistons into me with furious movements.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck,” I cry out loud, my mellowed-out voice quivering.

  “That’s what I’m doing,” he says, sliding his hand around my waist and pressing on my clit with two fingers. Rubbing my clit as he fucks me, he drives me to pleasure’s peaks and then throws me into the abyss. I keep screaming out, my lungs straining to power my voice.

  Like an elastic band stretched to its limit, I finally snap. I press my forehead against the wall and let the waves of pleasure wash over me, my mind dragged by them to the depths of delirium. I scream until my throat grows raw, and then I scream some more. Insanity is clawing at my mind, and I love the way it feels; there’s nothing better than losing myself while Parker’s cock is still deep inside of me.

  Gasping for breath, goose bumps cover my body as Parker slowly pulls out. I tremble in place, not daring to move; there’s still a fire inside of me, and I’m afraid that if I move that I’ll just burn out.

  “Come,” he simply says, crossing the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and I look over my shoulder at him. There’s no need for words or instructions; I turn on my heel and saunter over to him, climbing on top of the bed and straddling him. Grabbing his cock, I point it upwards while, at the same time, I ease myself down.

  His shaft pushes through my folds and fills me up once again, that electric buzz returning to my skin. Taking it slow, I start to move my hips back and forth, my hands over his shoulders. My unconscious mind takes the steering wheel, and I simply surrender to the coming and going motion of my own body.

  I gasp as Parker goes to my breasts, wrapping his lips around one hard nipple; at the same time, he takes both his hands to my ass and starts to guide the sway of my body, urging me to go faster. His long fingers caress my ass crack, and whenever I feel him close to my asshole, it’s as if someone amped up the voltage inside of my body.

  “You can go harder,” he whispers, and I look into his eyes. There’s lust and defiance there, and it’s as if his words have a magical effect on me. Even though my legs are already cramping up, I go harder than I ever did. Beads of sweat start pooling on my forehead and running down my back, and I force myself to keep that frenzied pace.

  The moment my movements start to grow slower, he takes his hands to my waist and buries his fingers into my hips. Holding me tight, he rolls to the side and lays me down on top of the mattress, his naked body between my thighs.

  With a grin that tells me he’s going to show me the true meaning of harder, he starts moving his hips, each thrust of his slightly faster than the one before. I cross my legs behind his back, just above his ass, and that’s when he starts to go really hard. His cock pounds into me in an almost violent way, his thickness stretching harshly and sending shards of pleasure from my pussy to the rest of my body. Arching my back as he fucks me, I tighten my legs around him and the violence of his thrusts grows into something fiercer.

  “Oh, that’s… That’s so good.” I throw my head back and start grabbing at the sheets, bunching them up, as a violent scream climbs up my throat and explodes in my mouth. My pussy is burning in ecstasy, and my heart is beating furiously and out of control. “Oh, God.”

  I’m moaning and screaming, but the sound of my voice sounds foreign to my own ears. This is almost too much. I never thought that it was possible to feel something like this. And he keeps thrusting, his cock completely demolishing my consciousness; behind my closed eyelids, there’s only the darkness of pleasure, and not a single thought crosses my mind. I’m all instinct right now.

  Somewhere deep inside of me, I feel the rumblings of something so intense I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive it. Electricity pools in my muscles, and the more he thrusts, the more I feel like a human bomb about to go off.

  I open my mouth to tell him to keep going, to fuck me as hard as he can, but all that leaves my lips is a whimper. I can’t even speak, so I simply lay back and let the incoming wave come for me in all its fury. When it finally reaches me, a raging river of ecstasy carries my consciousness away.

  I never felt anything like this. It feels like my mind is being stabbed by spears and ripped apart by long fangs. And it feels amazing; it feels like transcendence. Who knew sex could be this good? Forget about drugs or achieving Nirvana—this is it.

  When I slowly tumble down into reality, I realize that I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, the muscles in my neck bulging as I push my body past its limitation. My legs fall from Parker’s body and I sprawl myself on the mattress, slight electric twitches making my muscles spasm. To say that I’m completely spent would be putting it mildly.

  As Parker pulls his cock out of me, something deep inside my head tells me that I’m not done yet. My brain snaps its whip at my body and I sit up on the bed; I place both of my hands on Parker’s chest and push him off the bed. With a knowing smile, he stands up at once, his pulsing cock calling to me. I go down to my knees on the floor, right in front of him, and I don’t even think about it, I just do it.

  Grabbing his cock, I dive in at once, wrapping my lips around it. The sweet flavor of my pussy crawls from my tongue to my brain, keeping the flames of my orgasm alive, and I start to bob my head
back and forth. Going as fast as I can, this time there’s no holding back—when I feel a slight spasm on his shaft, I know I’m right on track.

  Stroking and sucking, I keep going until he finally explodes inside my mouth. His fingers are like claws on my head, and the spasms of his cock push against my tongue. Two heartbeats in, and my mouth is already brimming with semen; so, without even thinking it through, I pull back.

  His cock keeps shooting, and ropes of cum hit me straight in the face; grabbing his cock, I move it around and make him spurt his load all over me. I feel it dripping down my body, thick drops making their way over my stomach and toward my pussy. I keep stroking him as he comes, and my hand only stops when his spasms start to subside, the last drops of cum simply falling down from his tip to my fingers.

  “Come here,” I manage to mumble, my mouth still brimming with cum, and grab his hand. He goes down on his knees in front of me, and no hesitancy to it he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. His tongue slides into my mouth eagerly, and I feel him scooping up the cum I’m holding inside. We kiss as if the world had stopped turning, time just a meaningless concept. When he pulls back, cum dripping down his chin, there’s more than lust in his eyes: there’s love. Love.

  I reach for him and reel him in, pressing his face against my tits. Moving as if we couldn’t afford to waste time, he starts sucking on my nipples, his tongue running from one breast to the other.

  “You’re perfect,” I purr, looking into his eyes as he sits up, that same look of delight in his face. What the hell did I ever do to deserve such a man in my life? I guess Parker is God’s way of telling he’s sorry for all the trouble I went through. Well, apology accepted.

  “We are perfect,” he corrects me, a tender smile on his lips. Despite his devilish nature, there’s a gentle soul inside of him. He doesn’t show it to anyone else, I know, but don’t doubt me for a second. Under his good looks and hunger for sex, there’s a man capable of loving in a way few can. Well, to be honest, Parker does everything better; from loving to fucking, he’s simply perfect.

  “We are,” I agree, leaning in for a gentle kiss. “But, one thing… Are you sure you’ll be able to keep this up for the rest of our lives?” I tease him, softly chuckling.

  “And into the afterlife. Because wherever you go, I go. Now and always.”

  Now and always.

  21

  Parker

  “Keep me apprised of the situation as it happens,” I speak into the phone, hoping that the last bit gets through and not cut out from being in such a low signal area.

  “Will do, boss, enjoy your vacation,” my assistant says over the line and I sigh. She got everything that I said, and it saves me having to repeat myself.

  I hang up and put the phone onto its charger, and look across the yacht.

  Yeah, it’s one of those new Cienna 164-foot yachts that just came out. Ashley wasn’t sure if we really needed another one; I’ve become something of a yacht collector in the last year since inheriting Lowell and Company but I figured why the fuck not? We only live once and I’m determined to make every moment that I have with this beautiful woman count.

  Speaking of beautiful woman, I turn my head to find mine.

  She’s lying on the aft deck, on a towel, in a simple black string bikini. Oh God, just seeing her lying there on her front, with her ass sticking out is making my cock twitch.

  What else is new, right? I look at Ashley and think about fucking her, and if you're going to be one of those critics who piled on after Percy went to jail talking about how I was taking up with an older woman or someone who was (fake) married to him, then I just have two words for you because I love older women. Those words? Fuck you.

  In all honesty though, it hasn’t been as bad as I made it seem. In fact, it has been a pretty amazing year.

  That’s right. One whole year. One year since the shareholder’s meeting for Lowell and Company.

  One year since the cops first arrested Percy. About ten months since they discovered that Percy could technically be prosecuted retroactively for domestic abuse charges. Nine months after I became officially ratified as CEO of Lowell & Co and eight months after other Lowell family members returned to work for the asset management giant.

  Six months since people went from looking at us like we were betraying Percy to making us the toast of the town. Five months since we were married at St. Peters Cathedral on 5th Avenue. Four months since we moved into our final apartment in One 57.

  Three months since I instituted massive reforms at Lowell and Company that also managed to shoot the profits of the two-century-old company through the roof. Two months since I was named CEO of the Year and ranked #2 on the Forty Business Leaders Under Forty to watch for.

  One month since Ashley finally convinced me to take a vacation after a long and profitable year.

  Two weeks since the Lovely Becky entered the Mediterranean Sea as we sailed in.

  One week that we’ve been off the coast of Malta, enjoying the sun as we relax languidly, waking up, having sex, eating, sleeping, sunning ourselves, and going into town in the evenings.

  One day since I started getting phone calls again for work. And although Ashley gives me pouty looks every time I get on the phone, she knows it's important.

  Besides, I more than make up for it when we fuck. I take her completely—body and soul. I bring her to the edge of losing herself forever on the bliss that she experiences.

  I’m not beating my own drum here. I’m just repeating what's been said to me by Ashley. Over and over again.

  I’m not letting it go to my head, because I love this woman and every moment I’m able to make her happy is something that I’m fucking grateful for.

  I head over to where Ashley lies on the deck, comfortably basking in the sun.

  She raises her head as she sees me, giving her a perfect view of those lovely tits. My cock is half-mast just looking down at her.

  “Are you done looking?” she asks me with a sly smile. I realize it’s been a few seconds that I’ve been staring.

  “I’m just thinking,” I say to her keeping my face straight as I bend over.

  “Thinking about what?” she asks me her brows furrowing.

  “Work related,” I answer and she gives me a small pout before catching herself. “Nothing that’s that urgent.”

  “Do we have to go back soon?” she asks me, getting on her knees and coming closer. I’m acutely aware of the relative lack of clothing on both our bodies, as we float peacefully in the Mediterranean. “I love it here so much better than New York.”

  I stare at her and Ashley leans forward and quickly kisses me. I kiss back. She pushes her body closer to mine, and I grab onto her, wrapping my hands around her back. Within moments, she’s now straddling me, and I feel the heat of her pussy rub itself on my cock.

  “Tell me what you were thinking about?” she asks me. I know she's worried. She’s waiting for me to say it's time to go back. That we have a company to manage. But she doesn’t know the phone call I just got off of. How with our latest level of organizational changes, how the company’s productivity has shot up. How I just need to basically make sure nothing goes wrong at the helm now without having to actively do much more.

  “I was just thinking that maybe we should extend our vacation a bit longer,” I say to her and watch her eyes light up. “Maybe take this boat through some of the European rivers, you know…”

  I would say more. But Ashley doesn’t give me a chance. Her mouth is on mine. Her breasts are mashing against my bare chest. Her pussy is desperately trying to impale itself on my cock—fabric stops us, and I pull open the strings that hold her bikini bottom together.

  She smiles and pushes me to the deck.

  Yeah. It’s been a very, very good year.

  The End

  Tempted

  Violet Paige

  1

  Reid

  The coffee was hot. Too damn hot. I abandoned it on my kitch
en counter. I pulled up my itinerary, scrolling through today’s meetings.

  There wasn’t room to fucking breathe today.

  It was my own creation. My own triumph. And days like today, my own prison.

  My dark hair was still damp from the shower. I’d already run five miles on the treadmill before sunup.

  The first meeting on the schedule was with acquisitions. I was in buying mode. Snatching up as many of the small security companies that I could get my hands on. It was the quickest way to expand without spending a fortune on infrastructure development. I had thirty minutes to read the team’s report on the ten companies we were targeting. I’d choose the top three and hope we landed one.

  My phone beeped. It was my assistant Eileen. She called at 7:30 every morning, like clockwork. She was punctual and meticulous. I trusted her about as much as I trusted anyone. She was the first person I hired when I started Taylor Securities.

  “Yes?”

  “Good morning, Mr. Taylor.”

  “Eileen.”

  “I synced today’s schedule. Are there any changes? Should I add anything for you?” she asked.

  “No. Nothing was missed.” It never was.

  “Ok. I’ll confirm all your meetings.”

  “Thank you.”

  I sat on the couch. The TV ran in the background. The chatter of the broadcasters made my penthouse feel a little less sterile. A little less isolated.

  It was bound to feel that way. Everything inside was made of steel and reinforced glass. It was a fortress. I had personally supervised the installation of Taylor Securities’ latest tech. It was impenetrable. I used the penthouse to test all our prototypes. If it didn’t meet my standards, it never moved beyond research and development.

  I glanced at the screen as the anchors ran through back-to-school hacks for parents. They clutched cups of coffee and grinned, showing off their white teeth. I muted the TV.