Desire

by Simone Sowood

  I had nothing left to lose. Before I could chicken out, I brought up Jay’s name and pressed call. Please pick up, please pick up. I squeezed my eyes shut and chanted. Three rings, four rings.

  “Abbie?”

  My chest swirled with joy at the sound of Jay’s voice.

  “I’m so sorry,” I blurted.

  “Are you okay? You sound upset.”

  I swallowed and tried not to sound like I was crying, “I am upset! I treated you so terribly!”

  “Are you at work?”

  “No, I left. I’m at home.”

  “Stay put, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

  The line went dead, and I stopped breathing for a few moments while I stared at the phone in my hand. My brain kicked my ass into gear. Jay was coming!

  I pulled myself from the bed and washed my face, trying to reduce my red, swollen eyes as much as possible. I reapplied my make-up and smoothed my hair. Lastly, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a huge glass of water, downed it and filled it again.

  Even though I was expecting him, I jumped when the intercom buzzed.

  Chapter 16

  I pulled open the front door and waited, my heart thumping so fast I thought I might pass out.

  The elevator door opened. Jay walked out, wearing an exquisitely cut Italian suit and looking better than ever. He covered the hallway in long strides and before I knew it, he’d pulled me into him and pressed me hard against his chest.

  My chin quivered, and I blinked back tears.

  “I’m sorry,” I murmured.

  He kissed the top of my head, shuffled me into my condo and shut the door. I slipped my arms underneath his suit jacket, and there was no way I was letting go until he pushed me away.

  “Hey, hey,” he said, looking down on me.

  I looked back up at him and got drawn into his deep brown eyes. I managed to stop my chin quivering for long enough to force a small smile at him.

  “Abbie, beautiful, listen. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be sorry, for leaving and ignoring you all week. It was terrible of me. I thought, after what you said, that you weren’t interested in me and it was kind of hard for me to take.”

  A strange noise emanated from my throat, halfway between a sob and a laugh. I couldn’t believe he apologized to me. It was kind of surreal.

  I buried my head back in his chest, and felt guilty for getting salty tears on his expensive suit.

  “Cup of coffee,” he said.

  I didn’t know if he was asking for one, or offering to make me one.

  “I’m not leaving my condo.”

  “Don’t you have any coffee here?”

  “Of course I have coffee.” We went into the kitchen, I set up the coffeemaker and it started percolating. The ritual calmed me, as if I was resetting my day.

  Jay came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips. My eyes shut, unsure where this was going. Where I was going? I thought Matt’s actions had ensured I would never feel anything for another man again. But here I was, intoxicated by both Jay’s touch and his presence.

  I leaned backwards into him, his hands turned me around and soon our mouths were locked together. All my muscles relaxed under the firm pressure of his hands on the small of my back. I leaned into him, willing him not to stop.

  He tilted my head sideways and kissed down my neck. When he reached my blouse, he nuzzled at it while his hands fumbled with my buttons. I frantically worked at his dress shirt from the bottom up. Each time a button revealed more of his chiseled muscles, I traced my fingers over them before moving onto the next.

  Both our work shirts hung open and we pressed our bare skin against each other. He radiated warmth against me. Desperate for more, I pushed him in the direction of the bedroom while trying to completely remove my top so I could get at my bra.

  Jay stepped back, out of my reach, and I looked at him in panic.

  “Take it off,” he demanded.

  His words forced a smile across my face, and I took off my top and bra. He nodded in approval, but made no move to touch me. He seemed to be waiting, so I took off my skirt and nylons, and stood before him in only my panties. My stupid, everyday three-year-old work underwear.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said and swept me into my bedroom and onto the bed. I laid there watching as he removed his shirt and suit pants, still amazed a man like him was in my condo.

  Jay knelt beside me, as if surveying where on me to start. He leaned over and kissed me, but quickly moved down my neck and over my shoulders. Butterflies flapped madly at the contact of his hands with my breasts. He cupped them both, flicking my already erect nipples with his thumbs.

  He looked up at me and said, “I liked the tit shot.”

  Mortified, my entire body flushed red. Before it had a chance to calm down, he clamped his mouth around my nipple and sucked so hard the walls of my pussy clenched. He did the same to my other nipple before trailing kisses down my belly.

  He reached the edge of my panties and without looking at me, hooked his finger in the waistband and tugged them down around my knees. I unconsciously rolled my thighs in. Aside from Matt, no man had seen me so intimately. I started to pull my legs all the way together when his hand slapped onto my thigh and yanked it wide open.

  He kept his hand on my thigh, gripping it to keep it in place as he kissed the points of my pelvic bone, then moved his mouth down. First, he nuzzled and kissed over both of my thighs, blowing across my lips as he moved from side to side.

  “I’d love to see some garters on these thighs.”

  I groaned and moved away my other leg for him. Very lightly, almost imperceptibly, his tongue licked my lips crossways. Then back again. Over and over, he took his time no matter how I moved my pelvis to try to urge him in.

  I reached my hands above my head, and held tight to my pillow, waiting. I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes fixed on the light shade. The coffeemaker beeped, signaling its readiness.

  At last, his tongue slid up my slit, and down again. It found my hole and taunted it a few times before licking back up to my clit. He flicked it a few times, my eyes squeezing shut at the intensity. He removed his hand from my thigh and without hesitation plunged two fingers into me, pushing a loud moan from my throat.

  “Jay,” I panted. He rammed them into me again and again in the same steady rhythm while he sucked my clit hard into his mouth. My body welled and filled until I squirmed. He pushed his other hand down on my belly, to hold me still, without breaking his rhythm.

  I screamed as a massive orgasm ripped through my body.

  Before my body calmed, he moved his body over me, and kissed me hard on the mouth. His lips moved in a frenzy over my neck as he rubbed his hard cock against me through his boxers, grinding against my still tender clit. My hands ran over the muscles on his back and shoulders, through his hair. I ached for him to enter me, but I waited for his lead.

  “Please,” I whispered, my mouth searching for his.

  “Do you have any condoms?”

  Thank you girls. “In the drawer,” I said, pointing.

  The plastic wrapping on the box took forever and a day to take off so he could get at the contents. He ripped open the box and tossed one of the wrapped condoms onto the bed beside me.

  I watched as he stood at the side of the bed, stroking his cock, encouraging it to a rock-hard state, my pussy getting wetter at the sight of his massive member and its impending arrival.

  At last the condom was on. Jay moved to the end of the bed, seized my calves and yanked me down, so that my ass ended up on the very edge of the bed. I cried out in surprise as he flipped me over onto my belly.

  He grabbed my hip bones and wrenched me against him. My pussy contracted in lust when the tip of his cock bulged against my entrance. I held my breath, my entire body prickling in anticipation. He slid one hand up my spine until it reached my neck. He took hold of my shoulder and pushed back at the same moment he drove into me.

>   I gasped at the sudden fullness in my pussy and tried to remember to breathe. He slammed into me, over and over, pulling on my shoulder each time. His other hand inched inwards across my skin, his fingertips searching for my clit. Once he located it, he pinched it between his fingers. Jolts of electricity shot up my back.

  He started to move faster and faster. I put my weight on my left side so I could reach down and cup his sack. He groaned at my action, spurring me on to fondle and roll his balls around in my hand. The sack grew tighter, and his cock growing harder within me.

  Abruptly, he pushed my hand away, and stopped moving. We stayed still while his cock pulsed against my pussy walls.

  “I need to kiss you,” he said, his voice low like a growl.

  I squealed as he withdrew from me, spun me around and lifted me. As our tongues danced, I wrapped my legs around his waist and latched my hands behind his sweaty neck. He stepped forward, until my back was against the wall, and he pushed his cock into me.

  Gravity pulled me down on him, forcing his cock deeper into me. He grunted as he thrust deep into me, pounding me against the wall, causing the clutter on the dresser to vibrate and shift. Every one of my nerves was burning with Jay’s heat. My body crashed into another orgasm, billowing waves overtook me.

  “Jay,” I screamed. “Jay!”

  I expelled the rest of my breath and screamed even louder, “Jay!”

  Screw the neighbors.

  He sighed, pinning me against the wall and released himself, our bodies slick with sweat and our chests heaving. While we caught our breaths, he leaned into me, holding me in place against my wall and I never wanted the moment to end.

  “I’m slipping out,” he said. Cradling me, he turned around and placed me on the bed.

  He pulled off the condom and lay down beside me. Side by side, we lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling. I was torn between resting my quivering legs and succumbing to the smell of the now not-so-fresh coffee.

  “I’m all sweaty. I’m taking a shower,” Jay said.

  “Sure.”

  “Are you going to show me where it is?”

  My condo is six-hundred-square feet, did he need me to show him?

  Chapter 17

  I pointed and said, “It’s through there.”

  He grabbed my pointing hand and pulled me off the bed and into the bathroom. My belly fluttered all over again.

  “Wow, that’s quite the mirror. I like it.”

  He pulled me in front of him, both of us facing it. The dreaded mirror that haunted me every morning. I was too exposed and tried to move away but he held me in place.

  I watched his face in the mirror. His hands traveled over me, along the curve of my hips and the swell of my breasts, Jay’s eyes following wherever his hands went. He looked into the reflection of my eyes and we held each other’s gaze.

  “You have the most perfect body,” he said.

  I swallowed at the comment and watched in the mirror as my cheeks reddened.

  “Mm,” I muttered, the noise a noncommittal acknowledgement.

  “I sure would love to see you in some pretty lingerie.”

  My breath quickened at his words, and I had to look away before any tears had the chance to form in my eyes. How was he saying these things? Was he looking into the same mirror as me?

  “We should shower,” I said and pulled myself to the tub. I turned on the water and pulled the lever to send the water spraying out of the shower head.

  * * *

  Without letting go of each other, we climbed over the edge of the tub and stood in the spray. We took turns sudsing each other up. I paid special attention to his beautiful cock, and it hardened under my touch. I grabbed it and stroked as he leaned and found my mouth with his lips. His tongue explored my mouth, languorous and unhurried, like he was drinking me in.

  His cock swelled even harder in my hand, and I broke off our kiss to look at it. Huge and beckoning me, I looked up at Jay and smiled before kneeling. Water pelted down on my head, splashing into my eyes and mouth as I kissed and licked the shaft but I didn’t care. I opened wide and took it into my mouth, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down over it. Jay ran his fingers through my sopping hair and held my head to guide my pace.

  I wanted nothing more than to taste him, to have his cum fill my mouth. I moved faster, willing the cock’s eruption.

  “Easy,” Jay said. His hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me up.

  “Why did you stop me?”

  “So I can bury my cock in your pussy.”

  He flicked off the water and lifted me over the side of the tub. Water dripped from our bodies, and I reached for a towel. But he pushed my hand away from the towel and nudged me along until I was standing back in front of the mirror.

  As he had done before we’d gotten into the shower, he stood behind me. This time he was fully erect, and in no time he was spreading my lips and guiding his cock into me. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. My hands flew up and rested on the glass to keep me upright.

  “Open your eyes,” he said.

  I opened my eyes, and looked to his eyes, but they were busy roaming over my wet body. My nipples had hardened from the coolness of the air, and he reached a hand around to squeeze them.

  All the while his cock kept thrusting into me, my pussy beginning to jitter. Another orgasm was about to overtake me.

  “Fuck,” he said, his voice loud and forceful. In the same breath, he’d ripped his cock from me and now clutched the end of it in his fist.

  I watched for a few moments, assuming he had cum. After a few breaths, he let go of his cock and picked me up, carried me into the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. The condom box was still sitting on my bedside table, and he took one out and rolled it down his erect cock. He lay on the bed, nudging himself between my legs. Once again, his cock was at my entrance, and he guided it in, pushing with his hips until he was deep inside me.

  I rested my hands on his ass and filled with delight each time his ass muscles clenched and unclenched as he pushed into me. Sensations of joy filled my body, and I tilted my pelvis to make his pubic bone grind against my clit.

  I moaned as orgasmic waves washed over me. He grunted and groaned and thrust deep into me before collapsing in his own orgasm. Once again we found ourselves lying side by side and staring up at my bedroom ceiling.

  “So much for the shower,” I said.

  “I thought it was a pretty good shower.”

  “But then we got all sweaty again.”

  He looked at me, grinning and said, “I guess we’ll have to have another one.”

  Jay was so gorgeous I couldn’t help but trace my finger along his face. He let me, and stayed motionless while my finger moved over his chin, his cheekbones. I ran it along the bridge of his nose. A sense of déjà vu gave me goose bumps. My finger ran along each of his dark eyebrows until it reached his hairline.

  Chapter 18

  “Thanks for coming over,” I said after a few breaths.

  “I’m glad I did.”

  “I guess that’s the benefit of dating someone without a job. Weekday sex.”

  His crinkled eyes shone as he chuckled, “Good thing, huh?”

  I laughed with him though my insides were still in disbelief at the presence of the man in my bed. Even though we had finally had sex, that I finally gotten what I was after, I couldn’t help but feel something more for him.

  Eventually we got out of bed and dressed. I pulled on jeans and a fresh T-shirt, and Jay put his suit back on, but he left the jacket and tie hanging on the doorknob. I poured us each a stale cup of coffee. We sat in our old seats at the dining table.

  “Was I the only reason you were upset?” he asked.

  “No. Yes. I don’t know. Normally I can bury my head and ignore Calvin, but it seemed like with everything going on with you, that I lost my ability.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Or maybe Calvin’s jus
t getting closer and closer to forcing me out.”

  “Did you give that folder to his boss?”

  “No,” I admitted.

  “I’m telling you, do it.” he said in his stern voice.

  “I sent my resume out. That’s positive.”

  “Not from your company’s perspective. I’m sure they’d hate to lose you.”

  “Tell that to my boss.”

  “Your boss sounds like a real dick. I wouldn’t be surprised if his boss was working on a way to fire him with cause.”

  “Heh, that’d be awesome.”

  “You would help them by giving over the file.”

  “That’s too much dreaming. I can’t take the risk.”

  “What’s the risk if you plan on leaving anyway?”

  “Maybe,” I hesitated. “I’ll think about it.”

  “Good.”

  Maybe he was right, I had thought about it, but I always chickened out.

  I’d been wondering why Jay was so near my condo. And why was he wearing a suit? But did I dare ask him after what happened last time we’d sat at this table? I took a sip of my coffee, debating. In the end, like the email file, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind.

  A far larger, more important thought took over. I loved being with Jay. It was difficult to imagine a better way to spend my time than sitting with him drinking coffee. I should be wary. I should keep my guard up. But every time his eyes caught mine I melted.

  My stomach grumbled, and I realized it was almost two.

  “Hungry?” I asked.

  “Starved.”

  I threw a frozen pepperoni pizza in the oven. When I bent over to put it in, Jay grabbed my hips and dug his groin into my ass. I wiggled my hips, and his cock twitched. As I closed the door, I stood, but he kept a firm grasp on me. I leaned back into him, and he reached around me, placing one of his hands on my breast and the other on my crotch.

  The thick material of my jeans lessened the impact of his touch, but before too long I was sucking in my stomach and he slid his hand down the front of my pants.