Awakened Desires

by Rissa Blakeley

  Carly laughed. “No, it was bad. He’s huge. For real. All the make-out sessions that I’ve had, never have I seen one like that. But once he realized I was hurting, he was so sweet and tender. As soon as I was ready to continue—oh, my god. He rocked me hardcore. I can’t even make myself come that hard. It was unreal.”

  “Dang! Lucky girl! Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself once you got through the first part. Are you going to see him again?”

  “Uh…I don’t know. I have a feeling I was a one-night thing for him, but whatever. I’m glad it’s done and over.” She tried to brush it off, but Carly wanted more. Jessica eyed her skeptically, arms crossed in front of her chest. Carly wasn’t fooling anyone, not even herself. Gunther made her melt and, after the dreams she had the night before about them being a couple, she ached for him. “Well, enough girl talk. We need to get to work.”

  “It’s still early,” Jessica protested.

  “Hmm…maybe I’ll get a bite and relax for a few minutes then. I’m starved.”

  “I bet.” Jessica winked at her. “Have fun. I’m going to go suck on a cancer stick or two until my shift starts. See ya,” she said, leaving the office.

  Carly headed to the café, and grabbed a carafe of coffee and a mug. Just as she was going to pour herself a cup, she noticed Gunther sitting alone in the corner, typing furiously on a laptop. He was completely engrossed with whatever it was he was working on. She noted how stellar he looked in a simple black t-shirt, which was taut across his broad shoulders and chest. She remembered running her hands all over his wickedly sexy naked body.

  I sat down in the corner of the café so I could see all angles of the room. I admit. I had mild paranoia issues. Couldn’t imagine why. I flipped open my laptop and began composing an email to Drew, one of my bosses back at the facility, while I waited for the waiter or waitress to make their appearance. I wished they would hurry the fuck up. I needed coffee to relieve myself from the zombie-like state I was in.

  “Good morning, sir. Can I start you with a cup of coffee?”

  I looked up and was stunned. “Carly?” She smiled. “What are you doing?” I was legitimately confused as to why she was serving coffee. It wasn’t a position I would expect the owner’s daughter to handle.

  “I’m trying to serve you coffee, Mr. Erikkson.” She was flirting.

  I smiled as I spoke, “Does Daddy make you waitress, as well?”

  “Nope. I was getting myself some coffee and I saw you over here. I figured I would come by and say hello. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your consulting work.” I couldn’t help but smile. I shouldn’t have, and I had no idea why I did.

  “Well, hullo then. And of course I don’t mind.” Yes, I did. What the fuck was wrong with me? Okay, maybe I didn’t mind.

  “Coffee?”

  “Ah…yeah, thanks. That would be brill of you.”

  “Cream or sugar?”

  “Nope. I like it boring.” She laughed and poured me a cup. “Want to join me, beautiful?” Stupid! Stupid! What the fuck am I doing? Tosser. I wanted to beat my forehead on the table. Then maybe cut out my own tongue for good measure.

  “Actually, I’m not on the clock yet, so I would love to. If you don’t mind, of course.” Bloody hell, of course I didn’t mind being accompanied by a beautiful woman.

  “Not at all. You won’t get into trouble with Daddy, will you?” I half-smirked at her.

  “I don’t think so. Hold on a sec.”

  I watched her sway and strut as she moved away from me and handed the coffee carafe back to the waitress. All I could think about was grinding my hips into her once again. As she turned around, I needed a major distraction and looked back at my laptop to finish up my email to Drew. A few seconds later, she was back at the table with me.

  “So…we have the best omelets in town,” she said as she sat.

  “Yeah? I’m not an omelet kind of guy.”

  “Really? Hmm… What kind of breakfast guy are you?”

  After I hit SEND, I shut the lid on the laptop. I rubbed my days-worth of beard growth while smirking at her. “What?”

  “You are…,” I chuckled. I was enamored and fucking hopeless. She had such an innocence about her, and I had a desire to break her out of that realm.

  “I’m what?”

  “You are quite fit.”

  “Fit?” She looked down at herself. “I don’t really work out.”

  “Beautiful, Carly. That’s what I mean when I say ‘fit’.”

  She smiled. “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Erikkson?”

  “I could very well be.”

  Before I could flirt some more, we were rudely interrupted by the waitress. “What can I get you, Ms. Reede?”

  I reached under the tablecloth, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, and ran my hand up her thigh. She jumped slightly and cleared her throat. Points to her because she didn’t even look at me. Cupping her apex with my palm, I began massaging her. She shifted just enough so that I could get a full grab. Well played.

  “Ah…well…” She was having trouble speaking as she grew more and more aroused. I smirked and dodged the waitress’ glance. “I think I will have the uh…spinach om-omelet. One whole egg…two whites. Wh-whole wheat toast and…uh…shit…,” she mumbled. I let out a soft chuckle and the waitress’ brows furrowed. “The f-fresh-cut fruit salad. Oh…and coffee and OJ…please.” Then Carly glared at me. I lifted an eyebrow, acting completely innocent.

  “And for you, sir?” the waitress inquired with more than a curious tone.

  “How are the pancakes here?” I asked Carly. How can you fuck up pancakes? I wanted to hear more of her shaky voice, though.

  “Very…good. Our ch-chef’s… here are t-top of the…game.” She struggled, but spoke in a quiet tone. The waitress narrowed her eyes again, obviously wondering what Carly’s trouble was.

  “Well, I suppose I should trust your opinion, yeah?” She nodded. Her face pinked up and a light sheen of sweat glistened just above her brow. I continued to massage, knowing she would come at any second. “Hmm…let’s see,” I murmured, taking my time. “I think I’ll have a short stack, bacon and fruit salad on the side. Just bring a carafe of OJ and coffee, if you will.”

  The waitress nodded and, thankfully, walked away without another glance. I pulled my hand away and leaned back in my chair. She sagged in relief, letting out a quiet sigh. “So, Carly, what kind of game are we playing here?”

  With a quick recovery, she replied with a wink, “This is a fabulous place for a business meeting.”

  “I see.” I nodded in understanding and had the situation under control in my mind, but not in my body.

  “I’ve been looking for someone to consult with about the décor in this café.” She raised a brow at me.

  “Right,” I muttered.

  She leaned in closer. “When can I see you again, Gunther?” I pursed my lips. “Still thinking about it, I see.” God, she drove me over the edge for some bloody reason. I wasn’t sure if it was her fiery waves or her pouty, pink lips, which just so happened to be wrapped around John Thomas the prior evening. Bloody hell. I shouldn’t have thought about that. Looks like J.T. had invited himself for breakfast.

  “I’m free after breakfast for more décor consulting for a few before my meeting.” I needed to remember to send a memo to J.T. to stop answering for me. Her lips curled up into a smile.

  “You intrigue me. You are so…different. Your eyes—beautiful. Your accent—enchanting. Your body—absolutely stunning. You are very mysterious, Mr. Erikkson.”

  I nodded over her shoulder as I saw the waitress coming with our breakfast. “Well, you know, a café is a café. You don’t want the décor to be too overwhelming. Subtlety is key.”

  “You are absolutely right. What was I thinking?” The waitress set down our plates. “Maybe we should go with a black and white, with a pop of color. Like red, for example.” I half-smirked. I liked her game.

  “Thank you.” I no
dded at the waitress. When she walked away, I leaned to Carly and whispered, “I’m hard as fucking titanium right now.”

  “What a shame,” she pouted.

  “Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours. It will come back for you.” She took a bite out of her omelet and I drizzled a little syrup on my pancakes.

  “Carb junkie?” she said.

  I glanced at her for a second. “Not usually, but I like sweet things. Plus, I need a swift refuel.” I looked at her with heavy implication.

  “I’m sweet.” Her eyelashes fluttered and she flashed a simple, amused smile. That innocent act wasn’t working for me anymore.

  “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t tasted you…yet.” Bloody hell. At that point, J.T. was throbbing. I had better stop talking that way before I came right there in the café. Wouldn’t that have been a sight?

  I cut a bite out of the stack and began my breakfast, trying to think of anything except pounding into her tight, wet heat.

  “So, I thought you had a meeting this morning. Why are you so casually dressed in jeans and a tee?”

  “It’s a casual meeting,” I said nonchalantly. I watched her sip her orange juice. The very tip of her tongue slipped out and skirted along her bottom lip. Fuck me. I had to look away.

  She must have seen my distress because she said, “You are a piece of work.” I chuckled at her, then she leaned in closer. “I have an office. Maybe we can discuss budget in there. I’m not one to discuss financial matters out in the open. It’s too…personal,” she added with a shrug.

  “Right. Sounds perfect. Now be quiet so I can let things lie as they need to.” I quirked a brow at her. She laughed. Absolutely not funny, little vixen.

  We continued our breakfast, speaking décor when employees came over. I was an expert bullshitter. She even introduced me to a few of her employees as a possible décor consultant. She told me about the area, giving me some ideas of places to eat and visit while I was in town. Plus, we discussed the charitable work that she does. Bravo.

  I sat back and worked on my second cup of coffee. Once that was down to the dregs, I started to pack up my laptop in my briefcase. She took the cue, led me to her office, and closed and locked the door.

  I grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head. Then I pressed my body into hers, pinning her against the wall. “Can you be quiet?” My voice was gruff.

  “I hope so.”

  I pushed her further against the wall and started kissing her. She moaned. I ran my hands all over her chest and sides. I reached down and around to squeeze her arse.

  “Your legs look amazing in this skirt,” I drawled as I dropped to my knees. I was ready to see if she was as sweet as she claimed. I reached up and pulled her tiny black thong down. She might have well been wearing dental floss. I looked up at her. “Bloody hell, you are so fucking beautiful.” I pushed her skirt up and jacked her legs open by pulling her knees away from the wall. I kissed her thighs, relishing every twitch, shudder, and moan. “I’m going to feast on you until you come,” I muttered as I passed my tongue over that beautiful trimmed strip of ginger hair. “You ever come like this before?”

  “No…,” Carly moaned as I ran my hands further up around her hips, grasping them.

  “Well, it hasn’t been done right then.” I dragged my tongue up the inside of her thigh. “You are going to fucking love it.” Then, tongue first, I went into her honey pie.

  In an instant, she was breathless. My cool breath and tongue assaulted her moist, hot folds with precision and expertise. Jesus Christ, she was as sweet as she said she was. I pulled back just enough to speak. “How am I doing so far?” I murmured as I blew on her heat for a moment.

  “Oh, god…so good. Don’t stop.” Her sweet juices were pouring from her, and greed took over, so I sucked it all down. Her body began to tremble when I pushed my tongue deeper into her.

  “You going to come for me, baby?” She gasped as my tongue flicked over her nub.

  “Oh, god…yes…” Pushing a couple fingers in, I massaged her deep while suckling on her nub. She grabbed my head, forcing my tongue deeper. I started to stroke myself through my jeans with my free hand.

  I looked up at her heaving chest. She was pinching and twisting her pink pretties, causing more guttural moans to fall from her perfect lips. Then she shattered in my hands, fighting hard not to scream out.

  After she settled, I stood up. My mouth was wet with her juices and my passionate kiss allowed her a sample. “Good god, you do taste amazing, Carly. You were correct—so sweet indeed.” I reached down, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. I wrapped my hands around her arse and lifted her up. “Wrap your legs around me. I’m going to fuck you up against this wall. You ready for me this time?” After kicking off my shoes, I dropped my jeans and boxers while holding her up.

  “Yes…please.”

  I slid her down on John Thomas and barked out an obscenity as her tightness enveloped me, clamping down hard. So…fucking…tight. “Oh…fuck!” I shouted a little too loudly. “You have got to be kidding me.” I couldn’t get over her tightness. She cringed, but took all of me. “You all right?”

  “Yes. Fuck me. I need you…all of you.” And with that command, the assault began. I furiously pumped into her while holding her against the wall. She moaned so loud, I thought someone may have heard us.

  “Shhh…” I yanked off my shirt and kicked my pants away from my feet. I grabbed her and walked her over to the table behind us, setting her down. I instructed her to lay back and she did. She was such a good girl.

  After I stripped her completely naked, I pulled her hips to the edge of the table and spread her legs wide. I pushed at the backs of her knees, forcing her legs back to her shoulders.

  I watched as I eased myself into her. “Shiiiiit. Jesus Christ, you’re so tight.” She moaned as I pulled out and filled her over and over again. “Fuuuuck…Carly. You’re going to make me come.” She clamped right down on me and smirked. “Is that what you want, you naughty little thing?” I growled. It was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. I pulled her legs up to rest on my shoulders. My palms landed on the table, on either side of her.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I couldn’t hold back anymore and pounded into her. I tipped my head back, my mouth slacked open. My abs rolled and rippled with every thrust of my hips. She kept telling me that I was so sexy. She didn’t care that I was so much older than her. She ran her hand down over herself, then grabbed my bollocks and pulled.

  “Oh shit… Keep doing that,” I growled. The vibrations that came from my chest threw her into another shattering, pulsating wave of pure pleasure. She let go of me and I pulled out. I wanted to make a mess of that innocent girl.

  I stroked J.T. until I painted her body with my seed, covering her. I grinned at the masterpiece beneath me.

  Carly ran her hand all over my seed, then licked her fingers. “For real? Bloody hell.” I watched her with such delight. For being so innocent, she was a naughty little freak. My lips curled up into a smile. Oh, the things that I could introduce her to…but I couldn’t think that way. I needed to cut her loose.

  “I’m not totally fresh out of the package, Mr. Erikkson.” I shook my head. She would be the death of me if our meetings continued. I turned around and grabbed my clothes. “Nice ass, hot stuff.” I smirked and pulled on my boxers.

  After cleaning up, she worked on resituating herself. She was looking at me like she wanted cuddles, a ring, a white picket fence, and a bunch of babies. It was time to make a mad dash out of there. “I’ve got to run. Don’t want to be late for my meeting,” I said as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.

  “Fuck and run?” she pouted. I grabbed her and kissed her. Goddamn it, another rookie mistake.

  “This never happens, Carly. You do realize that, right?”

  “What?”

  “I’m not one to come back twice.”

  “Maybe you will come back again.” She shrugged. />
  “We shall see.”

  I had to get out of there and needed to keep away from her because she was addicting. After opening her office door, I took off, practically bowling over some brown-haired, dark-skinned bitty in the hallway. It was time to get to work before I got shit for slacking. Plus, finding a fix as soon as possible was top priority.

  As Jessica was heading to Carly’s office to see if she was ready to start their shift, she came around the corner, Gunther nearly running her over. “Oh, shit,” she whispered as she caught herself on a door frame before falling to the floor. Jessica smirked when she realized who the man was. When she made it to Carly’s office door, she paused for a moment, then decided to knock. “Carly? You in there?”

  “Yeah…hold on a sec.” There was a bunch of rustling around, then Carly opened the door a little. Jessica just stared at her with a lifted eyebrow. “Shut up. Get in here.” Carly grabbed her arm and dragged her in through the partially open door. The unmistakable scent of sex permeated the air.

  “Did you two just fuck? You’re a mess!” Jessica stood in front of her with her hands on her hips.

  “Yes. Oh, god…I’m hooked.” She put her face in her hands. “This is bad, Jess.”

  Jessica reached out and straightened Carly’s skirt. Then she saw the thong on the floor. “You might want these,” she said as she picked them up and held them out. Carly snatched them out of Jessica’s hand and put them on.

  “I don’t know what to do. I’m just a fuck to him, and I’m falling for him ass over tits. I don’t get it. I hardly know him.”

  “That’s what happens your first time. You tend to feel attached to the person, even if you shouldn’t be.” Again, Jessica raised her brow, insinuating that Carly should not get attached to Gunther.

  “That has to be it. Whatever it is, he is fucking amazing.”

  “That good?”

  “Uhh, yeah. It’s ridiculous. Not that I have anyone to compare it to, but I have a feeling it cannot get much better than what he does. He knows his way around a woman’s body, that’s for sure.”