The Tempest

by Brit Constantine

  I will kill him.

  There is another round of laughter. This time, it is a lot louder than anything I garnered. My whole face flushes with embarrassment, and I bite back a seething glare. I could have gone there, but I held back. Played nice. Sort of.

  Lenic spares me only a ghost of a smirk before getting down to business and talking about his personal view of the importance of helping the charity. I am a little surprised at how eloquently Lenic delivers his points. I notice rustles of movement as people begin to reach for their chequebooks, Mary’s face beaming as she collects the donations. Lenic is surprisingly quite adept at this. I wonder why he cares so much about the Youths At Risk mission. And I believe, it isn’t a ploy to promote his boxing career.

  Soon there is another round of applause, signalling the end of Lenic's brief speech. Sitting down at our tables for dinner, the waiters start bringing out the first course of the meal for the evening's event. I glance over and see Delphine seated with her date — an investment broker she met recently — on the far side of the room.

  The seating for the event has Lenic sitting almost directly across from me with some of the other program sponsors. I am acutely aware of the pair of dark eyes fastened on me as I fall into conversation with Mary. By the time I glance back, Lenic is already involved in a conversation with the elderly gentleman sitting next to him.

  Throughout the five-course meal — even though we are sat opposite each other, even though I am damn trying to ignore him for the good of my sanity and libido — we've been giving each other those silent signals that might as well scream ‘let's fuck’ in big capital letters across our foreheads.

  Lenic knows a million ways to turn me on and he can be an arsehole about it. He knows that just running a tongue over his lips is enough to make my blood stir. And combining that with a subtle shift of his hand to his hips, to his belt, to let me know that his mind has drifted to sex too — it’s enough to make me drop my underwear for him.

  I notice he keeps glancing at the time on his Rolex like he wants the dinner over with as soon as possible. After dinner, everyone rises from their tables to mingle over drinks by the two bars stationed on either side of the room. I peer around my surroundings, searching for the wealthy businessman whom Mary pointed out to me earlier. This is when all the business and networking gets done, and I am hoping to use my charms to get him to sponsor the charity on a long-term basis.

  On the other side of the room, I catch Lenic turn away the advances of three attractive women who try to waylay him as he approaches me. I turn, pretending I haven’t noticed his attention. A few seconds later, I feel a hand clamp around my wrist and then I only see Lenic’s back as he pulls me along behind him. Without so much as a word, he forces his way through the crowd, muttering excuses, pulling me out of the main room, and down to the end of a corridor and out through a back exit door.

  I suck in a breath when he drags me into the nearest dark alleyway. It is near pitch black against the darkening night, and the cool evening air is a welcoming respite from the day’s humidity.

  “You’re nothing but trouble,” he tells me in a husky growl, using his size and legs to pin me beneath him and up against the brick wall. Surprisingly, no fear or alarms ring up inside me, but rather a mixture of lust and desperation.

  His lips press softly against the nape of my neck, and I inhale sharply, groaning at the same time. My spontaneous uncontrolled cry gives him the briefest of wicked smiles. I squeeze my eyes shut.

  "Can’t get enough of me?" I breathe out, pulse racing. I shiver as his hot breath tickles my skin, his lips barely touching my cheek as they travel teasingly to my ear.

  Each touch is pure torture on my heated skin.

  “You’re the one obsessed,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, his warm breath blowing on my ear provocatively. I try damn hard to keep my muscles from quivering against the fever running hot through my body, try not to let my knees buckle.

  I moan softly as he sucks on my skin, ever so faintly, but just enough to make me want to scream. My breath hitches as his hand tantalizingly goes to my neck, until he is cupping the side of my face. He rests his hand against my cheek, commanding me to look up at him as I lean more and more against the hard brick wall.

  My hand immediately falls on his chest, not knowing whether to push him off or pull him closer. He barely has to touch me to light a fire in me. That look, the determined wild look he has in his eyes now, is enough to make me drench my underwear.

  "What?” I bite back, finally finding strength to reply. “You're the one who kissed me. You’re the one to push me into this dark alleyway for whatever reason. And there is only one reason to drag a girl into an alleyway, by the way. Unless you're selling me drugs.”

  He growls, pushing me deeper into the wall, his eyes looking almost black. "Stop humiliating me online." His voice is low and controlled; there is no venom to his words.

  “Do you not like the attention?”

  “I don't need five million people watching me bend over in the shower.” He trails his thumb along my lips. Our eyes never leave each other’s, until we are breathing the same air.

  “It’s nearly twenty million now — not five. And I think it’s very interesting how you’ve never asked me to take the videos down.”

  His fingers press into my skin when his thumb pushes my chin up, lowering his head at the same time. Every nerve and cell comes alive as he closes the distance between us, but the sexy bastard pulls away at the last moment, barely grazing my mouth.

  “I’ve had other things on my mind,” he says, almost talking against my lips, but not even touching them. My lips part a little, my tongue darting out for one, quick desperate moment to taste him. He pulls back an inch, smirking at my desperation.

  My insides feel like they are going to explode. I feel my whole body tremble as his finger lightly runs down my cheek, before it stops against my mouth. Suddenly, I am hit with his taste, as a finger slips between my lips. Just this brief moment of contact shakes me to my core, a jolt of something so powerful that it causes my heart to suddenly thunder in my ears.

  “You like that?” He keeps his thumb firmly pressed against my chin as he slides his finger partly inside my inner lip, before putting his lips on the side of my neck gently. “You like it, don’t you?” His voice is like audible chocolate.

  With his other hand, he slowly and teasingly rubs my arm, and every hair on my body rises. I pant slightly, opening my mouth wider, and then he slips his finger out, trailing it down my neck in a firm press. I shiver as he leaves a wet trail, tickling me as he reaches my collarbone with just his fingertips touching me. He presses his lips to my neck again, my heart still beating wildly.

  “I know you lie in bed at night … thinking of me.” His smouldering gaze holds mine, daring me to deny the truth.

  “I think you're confusing me with you again." There is a thrumming in my ribcage as I suddenly feel intoxicated by the sweet taste of his finger, the fresh scent of his cologne, the very nearness of the promise of all of my darkest desires coming true.

  “Liar,” he accuses in a rough heated whisper. “You can't stop thinking about me. That's why you keep humiliating me. You want my attention." The entire length of his body presses harder against mine, holding me fast, but letting me know that there is more to come. Much, much, more. “Standing.” He pins my left arm against the wall above my head. I gasp. “At.” His lips press against mine for a brief second as he grinds his body against mine. “Attention.” I can feel the sharp edges of the brick biting into my back, but more painful is the intense look of desire in his eyes. My entire body becomes liquid fire in his hands.

  “I haven't given you a second thought," I insist breathlessly, but my body betrays me as his other hand trails down my neck, in a slow tease, and brushes over the valley of my breast. I open my mouth to protest again, but all that comes out is a pathetic mewling sound.

  He kisses me again, with the same slight pressure that
drives me crazy before pulling away. He is barely touching me, yet I can feel him all around me.

  His hand covers mine and he pulls it up to his lips, my other hand still pinned up against the wall. His tongue darts out and licks my finger before sucking on it. His teeth nip at the skin, his eyes never straying away from my eyes. I moan softly as he presses himself against me.

  “Oh God…”

  He chuckles softly, briefly. My heart stops momentarily, hearing the sound. The smirk on his face is dangerously sexy as he leans in, his lips back at my ear. "Do you want to hear what you do to me?" he whispers, as his hand travels over to my nipple, teasing it through the thin material of my dress and using the silk to create some friction. "You want to hear what I did the very first night I met you?" I look at him, my eyes hazy, and I lick my lips. "I went to my changing room in the Coliseum, and I got into the shower, Felicity," he breathes, pressing damp hot kisses along the side of my neck and ear. "I turned on the ice cold water and I stepped under … and I just thought about fucking you, over and over and over..."

  I am going mad with lust. He is rolling his thumb over my nipple in the same rhythm as he is repeating those words: ‘over and over and over’.

  I start to envision him, standing in the shower, running his hand up and down his length. "I know you’re thinking about it, me standing there, thinking of you, trying to hold on to the shower wall with one hand, the other one just running up and down my cock," he says, before he presses his lips against mine.

  "I thought about taking you in every which way. Up against the shower wall, over the bar in my private changing room, even on the damn signing table. I wanted you so bad.” I moan out in pleasure at his words, and spread my legs a little. "It was like, I could almost taste you. And I just couldn't stop.”

  Tremors run through my body. "Wicked bastard,” I breathe out.

  "Do you call out my name when you cum?" His voice is soft and lethal.

  “No…” I shiver again, and he smiles against my skin, kissing the flesh to the right of my earlobe. I gasp as pleasure surges through me as he softly sucks with his mouth, swirling his tongue.

  He comes back to look at me, his nose rubbing against mine, before taking my upper lip between his. A sudden urge to compete with him rushes through me, and my hand balls up the fabric of his shirt as I move my lips against his, desperate to kiss him.

  "Uh, uh,” he says, shaking his head, looking at me like I’ve been a very naughty girl. His hand comes back to cup my cheek, tilting my head upwards to separate our mouths. I moan in protest.

  He touches his forehead to mine. “Does your pussy…” he trails off, his hand travelling down my neck to my collarbone, and to the valley between my breasts. He faintly weaves a figure eight against the flesh there, before spreading his hand on my bare stomach. “…gush harder? Is that why you scream my name when you cum?” His lips press into my collarbone before skimming faintly on my breast.

  I draw in a sharp breath between my teeth, and it urges him to press against me with what is obviously the increasingly painful reason for his eagerness to find out if I scream out his bloody name.

  “No ... I don’t…”

  Releasing my arm from the wall, he slowly kneels down until his face is just where my plunging neckline cuts short. I can hardly breathe as he sends butterfly kisses all over, his hands gripping my hips firmly, until one hand slips away to travel up my middle. I close my eyes as I breathe out harshly, feeling him so much.

  "We’ll see," he threatens in a gravelly voice.

  Oh God…

  I almost scream his name when his hand snakes its way into my dress, cupping the weight of my breast in his hand, his other hand pressing in between my thighs. I feel his thumb rotate in tiny circles over my nipple and it hardens immediately for him.

  Arching back, my hands fly to his hair, grabbing the strands painfully, like a leash. He hisses, but it turns into a groan as I force him up to take my breast into his mouth.

  I feel his hand trail down to the hemline of my dress. I pant for air. His fingers press against my clothed sex again, and a whimper passes my lips. My hands immediately go to my sides, clinging desperately onto the wall, trying to stop from falling as his hands go under, pushing my dress up, still rolling his tongue around my nipple. Cold air hits my upper thighs, and feeling exposed — in public — I moan aloud again.

  Pulling away from my breast, he lowers himself. "Fuck…" he rasps, and I look down at him. His eyes are dark with lust as he stares at my skimpy black lace underwear. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking sexy.”

  He kisses the skin just above the waistline of my underwear as his fingers massage my inner thigh. "Oh…" I whimper, my legs trying to close.

  “Wrong name,” he hisses, his voice filled with thick desire. He groans as his hands keep my thighs parted, his lips ripping away from my skin. I throw my head back against the wall in frustration. He smirks at my obvious discomfort, pushing my dress up and over my hips.

  "Oh god..." I sigh, as his fingers trail over my barely-there underwear, his mouth moving dangerously close to my aching pussy. He blows softly as his fingers rub against the flimsy fabric.

  "Baby, I can feel how wet you are already." I whimper. “Say my damn name,” he groans menacingly against my quivering sex.

  “No,” I moan, feeling his hand rub over my soaking wet underwear — and then it happens. He hooks his fingers around the ends of my underwear and tugs them down carelessly, tearing them a little, exposing my bare pussy to the cold air.

  One flick of his finger … I swear I catch on fire.

  I almost cum, but I am not going to scream out his fucking name.

  “Oh God,” I breathe out again.

  One minute ago, I thought we shouldn’t be doing this. Not in a public place. But then he looked at me. All he bloody did. It was enough to take control of me, and my senses. That little look that could be a leer, could be classed as his bedroom eyes, and now I’m being pushed up against the alley wall, willingly, as he strokes my pussy.

  He rubs slowly, my wetness allowing his fingers to easily move in circles, and I whimper again. "Say it," he commands huskily against me, before pulling away enough to see my face. His eyes are dark, primal with lust, and I stop breathing again. I can't bring myself to say anything. "Felicity," he growls.

  That is the best sound I have ever heard in my life, and will ever hear.

  Just my name, and my pupils dilate.

  He groans, and removes his fingers, which makes my entire body want to whine in protest. In fact, I think I make this noise that could be classed as a whine but damn, since he looked at me like that, since he pushed me up against this wall, since he ripped my underwear apart, as far as he could, all I’ve wanted is him. And if I'm a little bit needy, a little bit desperate, I can take that accusation.

  After all, he bloody started it.

  He rises to his feet in some display of strength and intimidation. "I'm sorry," I blurt out, pathetically. "Please…”

  His gaze is sharp. “Please what?”

  “Please don't stop." I squirm as he puts his hands on my hips roughly. I watch him grit his teeth, before he pushes me farther up against the wall and, before I know it, we are kissing ourselves to death. I feel a hot flush of adrenalin rush through my stomach. My legs quiver underneath, and the ground is an alien surface ten miles beneath me.

  He breaks the kiss, his breathing laboured. "Then do what I want," he commands against my lips, and my muscles tighten. He is relentless. I ball up a handful of his shirt again as he slips his hand back between my throbbing thighs, rubbing everywhere but where I want him to. "Or so help me God — I will stop," he threatens, pushing his lower body against mine. His hard legs feel like steel as he steps in between mine, and I moan loudly again.

  “Lenic," I whisper softly, shutting my eyes.

  Let him be in control of me, I think. Let him take whatever he wants and however he wants it.

  I.

  Am. />
  His.

  He immediately moves his hand back to my inner thighs. I pant as he lowers his head to take my exposed bud in his mouth again.

  "Louder," he hisses, his voice low and dangerous, biting my nipple.

  "Lenic," I repeat, throwing my head back, hitting the wall. Christ, I don’t care about being quiet anymore as he raises his head and plunges his lips over mine in a hot, eager kiss.

  He slides his roughened fingers inside my folds. I scream his name this time, burying my head into the crook of his neck, licking and kissing the flesh there. He has skin like chocolate, and I want to overdose on it.

  He groans as he feels my wetness and slickness, his fingers caressing my clit softly and teasingly. "Lenic. Please," I whimper, my hands digging into his hair again, roughly. “Fuck me.”

  He chuckles again, and I feel him push one thick finger into my opening. I open my mouth in a silent scream, tightening my hold on him…

  “Oh God,” I hiss. Another groan escapes my lips as Lenic’s slickened finger enters me completely, and I bury my head against his shoulder when he adds another finger.

  "You’re so tight, baby." His breathing becomes heavy as he kisses me again. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him harder as I feel the slide of another finger and try not to lose my load as he hits my G-spot. What can I say — I'm young, I'm horny and I have the world's sexiest badass kissing me like I'm his oxygen, like I'm his reason for being alive, all the while he's prepping me so he can thrust his big hard cock into me. I hope.

  “Lenic…" I am shaking against him, as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of me in the most delicious way.

  In.