Desire

by Simone Sowood

  “You can put your head at that sink if you want, but I sure as hell won’t be.”

  “Good point. But then we have to sleep as much away from each other as we can. No funny stuff, Leo,” I say, thinking of his expectations from earlier this evening but simultaneously thinking how amazing it would feel to have him wrap his arms around me like the way he did when we walked into the building.

  Chapter 7

  Leo

  Damn. Two attractive people stuck in a cupboard all night, and I can’t touch her? I’m convinced that she’s a virgin.

  That’s fine. As much as I want to ravage her I’ll keep my hands to myself.

  Even though my dick’s been hard half the time we’ve been sitting in here.

  As perfect as she looks, there’s something really appealing about the idea of exploring her amazing body in the total darkness. I bet she tastes divine.

  Grace is great fun to talk to. At least if I had to get stuck in a closet, it’s with her. Even if I can’t touch her.

  I angle my phone for light while she crawls on her hands and knees over the makeshift mattress. She lies on her side, with her back to me. The room is small, and there’s hardly any space between us.

  I can’t help shining the light on her round ass. It’s as full as her tits are, and I’d love to get my hands on both.

  “Why don’t you use my tux jacket as a blanket? You must be cold in just that dress.”

  Before she can answer, I lay my jacket over her body.

  “Thank you,” she says.

  After my initial horror of being stuck in here with her, she’s turned out to be great company. It’s like the darkness stripped us of our differences. It made me not be a billionaire for an evening, and we were able to enjoy each other’s company as equals.

  I really appreciate that she didn’t bring her company up again. I should listen to her pitch in the morning. As my way of helping her out.

  Her boss will probably die of excitement when they find out she was locked away with me all night. And they’d think she was a massive failure when they hear she couldn’t even get me to listen to her appeal for their company.

  She deserves that much.

  What kind of company owners send out a twenty-three-year-old virgin to do their dirty work?

  “I don’t need to use escorts, I choose to,” I say, my voice quiet in the dark.

  “I was wondering. I mean, you’ve got money and you’re not lacking in the looks department. It seems weird to me that someone like you would use prostitutes.”

  “Escorts are honest with why they’re with me. What’s the difference between a woman taking money directly from me or dating me purely for my money?”

  “But not all women date you for your money.”

  “Yes, they do.”

  The dark hides the anguish on my face as I think back to Tina and the way she ripped my heart out. I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation with Grace. I don’t think I’ve ever vocalized it before.

  “You can’t write off all women as gold diggers.”

  “I don’t, just the ones who are interested in dating me.” My hand thuds against the wrapping on the toilet paper.

  “That’s sad.”

  “It’s my reality.”

  “Well, I hope your reality gets better one day. Like maybe you’ll meet your own Pretty Woman or something.”

  We fall quiet again, and I try to push all thoughts of Tina out of my mind.

  After several moments, Grace says, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so judgmental.”

  “You can be as judgmental as you want, so long as you’re not trying to get money out of me.”

  Grace chuckles, the sound filling our little space with a lightness. I could get used to that sound.

  “I never wanted money out of you, only…” her voice trails off. I know she was going to say the brand license, but her not saying it and not bringing up the reason she approached me fills me with a strange sensation.

  Most people in her situation would have talked for hours about it by now. Here she is, the one avoiding bringing it up.

  “I know,” I say, reaching across and patting her shoulder.

  Even though the contact is brief, the softness of her skin blasts through me. I yank my arm away before I am unable to resist touching her more.

  Grace swallows hard, and the toilet paper wrapping crinkles as she wiggles her body around.

  “I have to fly to Tokyo tomorrow, I should try to get some sleep,” I say.

  “Good night,” Grace says, her voice soft.

  “Night.”

  I roll onto my side but the weight on my hip crumples the toilet paper and I sink to the floor. This clearly isn’t going to work, and I flop onto my back again. My weight is more evenly distributed this way, making the makeshift bed marginally less uncomfortable.

  Grace’s breath slows as she drifts off to sleep. I lie with my eyes open, staring at the blackness and listening to her. She has a soothing effect on me and for once, my mind isn’t spinning with a million different thoughts.

  Normally, when I go to bed, I think about work for at least an hour before I finally fall asleep.

  The soft sound of her breathing relaxes my muscles, and before long I’m dreaming.

  Usually my dreams are filled with me being chased, or having to run from something. When I wake up most mornings, the fitted sheet has been ripped from the mattress.

  Tonight, I dream of sitting in a field in the rolling countryside, looking out at hills. No one is bothering me for anything. No one wants anything from me. It’s only me and the beautiful view.

  I pluck a daisy from the grass and pick the petals off when a woman says, “Leo.”

  Twiddling the daisy between my fingers, it morphs into Grace. She’s naked, her heavy tits swaying as she swings a leg over me and straddles my crotch.

  My cock turns to steel as she grinds against it. In my dream, I get more and more excited and in need of burying my cock in her pussy. My clothes vanish, and I roll her onto her back, ready to fuck her when my eyes spring open.

  It’s still pitch black but there’s no mistaking what’s happening.

  “Leo,” Grace murmurs as she grinds her pussy against my thigh.

  “Grace,” I whisper but she doesn’t respond.

  She’s got one leg between mine, her crotch tight against my leg. My tux pants and her panties are the only things between us. She’s humping my leg in her sleep.

  Just like in my dream, my cock is rock hard. I have to undo the button on my pants to give it some relief. Though the only relief it wants is to be in Grace.

  But I’m sure she’s a virgin, and this isn’t a very nice place to lose your virginity.

  She moans, and her grinding intensifies. I don’t know what to do. Do I let her finish without waking her up, and never let on that she did this? Or do I wake her up?

  I run my fingers through her hair, and once again whisper, “Grace.”

  “Leo,” she moans.

  I’m going to come if she keeps this up.

  I gently shake her shoulder, and say, “You’re dreaming, wake up.”

  “Huh?” she says, her voice groggy.

  “Are you awake now?”

  “Uh, yeah, where am I?”

  “The janitor closet, remember?”

  “Oh God, oh God,” she says, pulling her leg from between mine. My body screams in anger, demanding her leg back.

  “You were having a good dream.”

  “I, um, I’m so sorry. God, how embarrassing.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” I say.

  Gripping the back of her head to guide me, I close my lips over hers. She moans as my tongue slides over hers.

  Chapter 8

  Grace

  My entire body is a ball of tingles on the verge of bursting. Leo deepens our kiss, and I can’t help but be completely at his mercy.

  In my dream, Leo had me spread out on a canopied bed in a palatial room in his house
and was ravishing me. The dream was so vivid it was as though it was really happening. I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm ever.

  When he woke me up and I realized what was happening, I thought I would die of embarrassment.

  But now his lips are on mine, and the sensation of being on the verge is back. Being stuck in this closet with him all night was too much. The small space intensified his delicious scent. His words comforted and amused me. The darkness hid his perfect looks and made me desperate to touch him just to know he was really there.

  With every moment, I longed for him more and more. I guess the feelings all came out in my dream.

  I don’t have to reach down to know how dripping wet I am.

  Leo pushes his suit jacket off my body and runs his hand down my arm and over the curve of my hip. His touch is electric, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.

  His hand runs up the front of my leg and body, until he reaches my breast. He grips my boob in his hand, and I moan at the roughness of his touch.

  Still holding the back of my head, his other hand runs back down my body and finds the hem of my short dress. Yanking it up, he pushes my legs apart and traces his finger over my panties.

  Through our kiss, I gasp. I spread my legs as wide as I can, desperate for more.

  Right now, I will let him do anything. How could I stop him, when he makes my body react this way?

  Remembering the feel of his hard body against mine as he held me when we walked into the building, I’m desperate to find out what his tuxedo is hiding. As best as I can, I fumble with his shirt until I get a hand underneath it.

  My fingers connect with his skin, and explore the defined lines of his abs. As I move my hand across his body, the head of his dick connects with the edge of my palm.

  My hand is nowhere near the bottom of his stomach. I freeze for a moment while I comprehend his sheer size.

  I brush my fingers against his head, pre-cum wet against my skin. His pants are already undone, and the waistband of his boxers pushed down. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I slide my hand down the length of it and am once again awed by his size.

  Leo lets out a deep groan, which sends even more tingles flying through my body.

  He shoves aside my panties and slips a fingertip into me. My pussy is already slick with excitement, and the arrival of his hand seems to make it even wetter.

  I tilt my hips, urging him in deeper. Leo responds by driving two fingers deep into me. His fingers are thick and stretch my virgin opening.

  With the same rough treatment of my breast, Leo begins pumping his fingers in me. This feels too good to be real. It’s like I’m still dreaming.

  In what seems like seconds, my body tenses all over, causing my hand to close tight around his shaft. Unable to work any body parts, my head lolls away from his, breaking our kiss.

  Leo kisses across my cheek, to my ear, and in a demanding voice he says, “Come.”

  The word crashes into me and my body explodes. A long moan emanates from the core of my being and echoes around the small space. His fingers keep moving as waves pulse from my pussy to my toes and fingertips.

  My body puddles against the packs of toilet paper. I’m a quivering mess when he finally takes his fingers away. His hand runs up my body, and grips my breast again.

  I realize my hand is still holding his hard cock, and I have the overwhelming desire to make him come.

  Pushing his hand out of my way, I force my jelly-like body to move. I manage to wiggle down, until my head is at his waist level.

  He groans, and pushes his pants and boxers down around his thighs.

  Using my hand to guide me, my tongue connects with his tip. I lap up the pre-cum before licking his entire length.

  Fuck, he’s huge.

  His size only fuels my need to touch him. I want to play with this amazing dick until it pulses and explodes.

  Licking back up the entire length, I close my mouth over the head. Leo meshes his hands through my hair, and holds my head as I take as much of his dick into my mouth as I can.

  My hands wrap around what I can’t fit in my mouth, and I stroke him. I surprise myself by the vigor with which I attack his cock. It’s not something I normally do. Usually with boyfriends, I’m gentle and cautious.

  Maybe the darkness is emboldening me.

  I’ve never been so excited and turned on in my life. My body is still recovering from my orgasm.

  Even though I only met him tonight, right now if he wants to have sex I would gladly do it. Forget my virginity, I want to feel him inside of me. Nothing in the world could possibly feel better than his muscular frame on top of mine, entering me, filling me, fueling the fire within me.

  I relax my throat and take more of him into me. Leo grunts, and the soft skin around his balls tightens. He’s close, and I focus on making him feel the way he made me feel.

  “Fuck, Grace,” he growls, and tightens his grip on my hair.

  He’s past the point of no return, and is about to tumble over the edge. I brace myself for his explosion, the thought of which almost tips me over the edge again. I’ve completely lost myself in the moment. In the darkness with a man who is insanely hot but who I haven’t been able to see in hours.

  But I can feel him.

  I squeal in excitement and anticipation. It’s a loud, high-pitched sound that emanates from my core and echoes around the small storage closet.

  While it’s still echoing, the room goes light and I’m greeted with a glorious view of Leo’s washboard abs.

  “Holy fuck,” a man says, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s not Leo’s voice.

  With his fingers still fisted in my hair, Leo yanks my head away. But it’s too late, his cum spurts from his cock. Some hits my chin, some lands on his abs.

  Even though he isn’t touching me, the vision of his massive cock erupting tips me over the edge again, and I melt into the toilet paper bed.

  Ignoring the moment, Leo yanks up his pants and sits.

  “Pull your dress down,” he says, his voice quiet but firm.

  The door slams, snapping me out of my euphoria. The light vanishes, and we’re left in the darkness again.

  “Oh my God, was someone just here?” I ask.

  “Don’t leave!” Leo yells as he jumps to his feet.

  A second later, he pounds on the door.

  I’m torn, as grateful as I am to be rescued, I’m annoyed that it happened right now. This moment is easily one of the best in my life, and I didn’t need it to end so quickly.

  There’s a gentle knocking on the other side of the door, and a man says, “Can I open the door now?”

  Chapter 9

  Leo

  “Fasten your seatbelt for landing, Mr. Newbury,” the pilot’s voice rings over the loudspeaker.

  Clicking the belt together, I stare out the window of my private jet. Tokyo’s skyline always impresses me, but today my mind is elsewhere.

  After the maintenance staff found us, I flew into action.

  I was full of rage, as much because of the timing of the rescue as because of getting trapped in the first place. I easily could’ve spent another hour taking my time with Grace’s body.

  As it was, I didn’t even get to fully enjoy the way her mouth made me feel. I can’t think of a better, more skilled pair of lips that have ever been wrapped around my dick.

  Why did someone have to find us at the exact moment I started to come?

  When the door opened for the second time, I spewed venom at the guy. Demanding to know how it was possible to get trapped in the room. Threatening a lawsuit. Ushering Grace out of the building and into a taxi to ensure she got home safely.

  I only stopped freaking out on the employees when I realized I had to get to Tokyo in time for my meeting with Sun Toys.

  Somewhere over the Pacific, the way I treated Grace hit me in the stomach like a ton of bricks.

  She must wonder why I was in such a hurry to send her on her way. In h
indsight, I wonder that myself.

  There’s nothing I’d like more than to turn back the clock and bring her on my jet with me. I would’ve fucked her the entire way here.

  Instead, I didn’t even get her last name or phone number. I’m not even sure what her company is called.

  As the wheels of the jet touch the tarmac, I force myself to focus on the reason I’m here.

  To sell my company.

  The only problem is, even if I can convince Sun Toys to pay a good price for my company, I still can’t sell it without my brother George’s agreement.

  And the bastard has no intention of letting me sell.

  He likes having the name recognition. As if somehow a multibillion dollar company with his last name on it has something to do with him.

  All he does is bum around the world, surfing and bragging to everyone about who he is. When really all he is is the lazy offspring of my father. He’s never done a day of work to contribute to the success of the company. Yet due to my father’s will, he is entitled to half.

  Worst of all, I also need his permission to sell. I’m hoping I can get an offer from Sun Toys that even George can’t refuse.

  Then again, he’s already worth as many billions as I am. Money doesn’t seem to motivate him. As far as I can tell, the only thing that motivates him is making me angry. Maybe I should tell him we’re never going to sell, and that will make him want to sell.

  A little reverse psychology, just like I did when we were kids. He’s no wiser now.

  A car with blacked-out windows picks me up at the bottom of the steps to the jet and whisks me off to Sun Toys. It’s already early afternoon, and the rest of the day is spent by meeting with all sorts of executives.

  In addition to me trying to convince them about how amazing my company is, they also spend a lot of time trying to convince me that I should sell to them. Little do they know I’d sell to anyone, so long as I can offload this company.

  Unlike my brother, I’m tired of being a household name.

  After a lavish meal put on by my hosts, I finally open the door to my suite at The Peninsula.

  My muscles ache from the lack of sleep the night before, but before I collapse into the massive bed, I have to make the phone call I’ve been dreading. Taking my smart phone out of my pocket, I call George.