Desire

by Simone Sowood

  I moaned, letting his words wash over me. Not being able to stand the distance between us any longer, I reached my arms around his torso. His fingers touched my chin, and my body shivered. He tilted my head and kissed me with a gentleness I hadn’t sensed from him before.

  As we kissed, his hands became firmer, roaming over me. He kept them on the fabric. The sensation of the satiny fabric against my skin caused a continuous flurry deep in my pelvis. His hands moved to my bare shoulders, the contact of his skin against mine after such a long wait was electric and I moaned into his mouth.

  Without warning, he broke the kiss and stepped back. Leaving me standing there, aching. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hardness of his chest. I reached out to touch him. My fingers were only able to graze the outline of his abs.

  His shirt fully opened, he drew me into him. I pressed into his muscles, feeling their strength against me. He was strong enough to crush me but I knew he never would. His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass and squeezed. He slid his fingers under the fabric of the thong and the elastic of the garters.

  I shuffled my legs apart, willing him to my mound but his hands stayed firmly on my ass. Jay broke the kiss again, trailing kisses down my neck and over the tops of my shoulders. My pussy twinged, desperate for a visit from his lips.

  He urged me to the bedroom. When he pushed me onto the bed, I moaned in delight. I lay there watching as he removed his shirt to reveal his biceps, aching for him to come near enough for me to grip them.

  “Turn over.”

  Giddy with excitement, I rolled over and presented my ass to him. He leaned onto the bed beside me. He shoved aside my thong and pushed his fingers deep in my slick pussy. The abruptness had caught me off guard, and I moaned at the instant tension built within me.

  With his other hand, he slapped my ass. As sudden as they had arrived, he withdrew his fingers from inside me. He got off the bed, pulling me with him. He shoved me to the bathroom, and I tottered on my jelly legs.

  Once in the bathroom he turned me to face the mirror, and stood behind me. He held my eye contact in the mirror.

  “I want to see all sides of you when I fuck you senseless.”

  A high-pitched moan escaped me, and my already wet pussy screamed for more. Jay’s fingers flickered over the corset’s laces. When they reached the bottom, he undid his belt and pants and pressed his hard cock against me.

  I was desperate to feel the skin of his cock, instead of its hardness underneath his boxers, and I reached back to grapple for it but he pushed my hand away.

  In the mirror, I followed his eyes as they roved over my body. My sexy body. I not only felt hot, I could see that I looked hot. I understood what Jay’s eyes were seeing. The realization made me even more excited. More desperate for his cock in me.

  “Fuck me,” I said, my voice firm.

  “I plan to.”

  Through his boxers, he dug his cock against me. I arched my back, trying to get it closer to the right spot. His hand landed on my hip, his other hand at the waistband of his boxers. I felt him push the fabric down, felt his erect cock spring free.

  He pushed down my thong, but the suspenders held it up. He struggled a bit with it, gave up, yanked it then tossed the torn garment onto the floor beside us. The animal act made me even wetter, and I pushed my ass into his cock.

  I arched my back and spread my legs as much as I could, inviting him inside. He guided his cock into me, my pussy tingling at its presence. Holding eye contact with me in the mirror, he thrusted into me. I gasped and struggled to pull air back into my lungs. The tingles in my pussy radiated throughout my body, growing in intensity.

  His thrusting got harder, more intense. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the swollen cock within me.

  “Open your eyes.”

  His eyes were boring into mine and I swallowed. He pushed harder into me, faster, and I watched as his jaw clenched.

  The tingles exploded, the waves crashing through my body. Jay’s hands gripped my waist, holding me up and I quivered.

  He grunted but he didn’t release my eyes. Out of nowhere, another orgasm pushed through my body and I melted in his arms. Jay dug his cock deep into me. The strength of his hands on my waist increased, and he pushed me down onto his cock as he filled me with his cum.

  He carried me to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. I landed on top of him, both of us looking at the ceiling.

  I rolled off him and lay against his side with my arm around his bare chest. We were opposites, his upper half nude and my lower half naked.

  “Thanks for coming over,” I said, kissing his shoulder.

  “I’m the one who benefited.”

  “This was a perfect way to end a perfect day.”

  Jay smiled and squeezed me. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

  I perched up on my elbow and looked into his eyes. “Stay the night?”

  He exhaled, and I braced myself for the no that was coming. “Fine. But only because this is a special occasion.”

  My heart swelled, he really had made my day. “Yay.” I went to kiss his cheek, he turned his head at the last minute and our lips met in a sloppy kiss.

  “I’m wiped out. I need to sleep,” he said.

  With my corset still on we snuggled under the blanket. It wasn’t particularly late, but Jay was asleep almost instantly. I shuffled away to get a better look at the man in my bed. I never thought this day would come.

  I never thought I’d ever have a man in my bed again. But I never even considered I’d have such a perfect man in my bed, ever. Not in my whole life did I begin to dream someone like him would ever be interested in someone like me.

  The opportunity was impossible to resist. I got out of bed and found my phone and turned on my bedside lamp. There was just enough light hitting his face, and I snapped a photo before crawling back into bed beside him.

  It took a long time for me to fall asleep. Not only was I trying to process Calvin and my promotion, I was trying to process the man next to me. It was impossible to imagine life without Jay now. He’d come out of nowhere and with no effort, found his way into my heart.

  Chapter 26

  In the morning, I woke up earlier than usual but Jay was already gone. He’d left a note stuck to the bathroom mirror,

  Had to be somewhere, would love to be looking at what you’re looking at right now.

  I plucked the note off the glass and held it to my face, inhaling it for any hint of Jay’s scent.

  What did I see? I looked into the mirror, my hair was sticking up and the corset had twisted on my body. The stockings were pushed down my legs and straining at the suspenders. But still, I couldn’t deny what he saw in me.

  I wasn’t quite ready to lose the outfit just yet. I straightened the corset and tugged up the stockings. It looked a little silly, with my bits bare, but the ripped panties were dead at my feet.

  Without feeling the least bit silly, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. As I moved to the fridge, I came face to face with the jeans. They looked stupid, duct taped to my otherwise pretty wall. The gooeyness of the tape was probably ruining the paint.

  As the coffee brewed, I picked at the edges with my fingers, worried that the paint would come off with it if I treated it like a Band-Aid.

  It took a while, but I sipped my coffee and kept working away at it until the jeans were freed. I held them up in front of me. Denim. Nowhere near as hot as satin corsets. I put them on the counter and made some breakfast.

  I set the bowl of cereal and cup of coffee on the table. At first I went to sit in my usual seat, but decided it would be more fun to sit in Jay’s seat. To have my bare pussy against the fabric that had touched him.

  I crunched the Special K between my teeth. From this seat, I could see the kitchen. Jay must have sat here, eating with me while trying to keep a straight face at the constant sight of the jeans on the wall.

  I put down my spoon, strode into the kitchen and tossed the
jeans in the trash. Good riddance.

  There was still plenty of time before I had to leave for work. I sat around in my corset a little longer before realizing it was mine. That I could come home from work and put it on again. I removed the stockings and unzipped it.

  Once off, I examined it a little more. The label said Agent Provocateur. I’d never heard of them. My fingers skimmed over the label, and along the perfect stitching. Somehow I didn’t think this had been made in a sweatshop.

  I couldn’t resist. I knew it was rude when someone gives you a gift, but I had to know. I Googled ‘Agent Provocateur.’ Maybe I would buy another one to surprise him.

  Even their website was beautiful, and sexy. Sexy like I wanted Jay back right now. I clicked around until I found my corset. I choked on my coffee.

  That couldn’t be right.

  The corset was two thousand bucks. Easily more than the cost of Jay’s new car. My brow furrowed in confusion. This couldn’t be right. I found the panties, the panties I’d barely worn before he ripped them off me. Ruined. And they’d cost over three hundred dollars. For almost no fabric. How was that even possible?

  It didn’t make any sense. How did Jay have this? Did he steal it? No, that sounded silly. But what possible explanation was there? It was true he always dressed nicely, in expensive-looking stuff, and he wore a flashy watch. But he once said he had all these nice things from before he lost his job.

  Now he drove around in a cheap old banger that I was surprised even runs. That made sense to me. That explained the contradiction. Even quail eggs and Champagne fit in. It was possible he had that Champagne sitting around his house. That he never had a reason to drink it until our picnic in the park. And quail eggs. Well, I had no idea what they cost, but they were so tiny it couldn’t be that much. Maybe he was trying to impress me.

  But this lingerie. What were the chances he had a brand-new set sitting around, unused, in his home that happened to be my size? None. And what are the chances his last job paid enough money to blow almost three grand on a skimpy outfit? No one had that kind of money. Except maybe movie stars.

  The questions kept churning around in my mind as I showered and dressed. I tried to push them down. To not have them hanging over my first full day in my new role. The closer I got to my office, the quieter the questions became.

  As I stepped into the elevator of my building I laughed. Not only would I never see Calvin again, I didn’t have to think about my bills. I grinned wide and punched the air. It was a good thing no one else was in the elevator with me, or they would have freaked.

  Chapter 27

  I’d arrived before Sam. I went straight into Calvin’s office. My office. The cleaners had been thorough, everything was sterilized and ready for a new inhabitant. They’d boxed any leftover paperwork. I’d have to go through them later to decide what, if anything, I needed to keep. Lord knows I wasn’t keeping anything that even hinted at the prior existence of the WeeksEnd report.

  After I’d finished my inspection of my new workspace, I headed back to my old desk to pack. Sam still wasn’t in. I checked the time, she wouldn’t be here for at least another ten minutes.

  I hoped she felt comfortable with me being her new boss. After all, she had been with the company a lot longer than I had. And we’d become such close friends that I hope it didn’t feel too awkward for her. Or worse, that she resented me for getting the position instead of her. Perhaps I should talk to her about it? I didn’t know.

  Someone had left an empty box on my old desk. I dropped it on the floor, sat in my old chair and opened my old desk drawers. I put the recycling bin beside the empty box. Might as well clear out the files I didn’t need now.

  I started in the bottom drawer and was about halfway through it when I heard Sam’s telltale heavy footsteps.

  “Good morning, boss.” I stood up at the sound of her voice.

  “Morning!” I hugged her.

  We chatted for a few minutes. I was confident Sam was happy, and it relaxed me. I guess she figured never having to see Calvin again made up for not getting the promotion.

  I sat back in my chair and returned to my task of sorting through the files. Weird, the files at the back were all jumbled up. Like a good accountant, I was always careful to keep things organized.

  After sorting through a few more papers I realized the file of damning emails I kept on Calvin was missing. I riffled through the entire drawer and box again looking for it. Strange. I know it had been there. I had it in my hands ready to hand in so many times in the past few weeks.

  Where was it? Had someone been through my papers? No one knew about it here at the office. It must have been Calvin. I bet he went through my stuff when I wasn’t at work and found it. He must have known he was on the verge of being fired and got rid of any damning evidence.

  The idea that he had been through my stuff, riffled through my tampons and Snicker bar stash, made me uneasy.

  I sorted through the rest of my stuff and picked up the box.

  “I’m outta here,” I said to Sam and laughed.

  “Enjoy your ivory tower.”

  “I’ll try to remember you.”

  “Try not to forget who you really are.”

  I blew a raspberry at her and walked the three paces to my office. Was spending the morning organizing my stuff a good use of my time? What would Richard make of it? Already we were a body down. Although that body was Calvin, and I’d never been convinced he actually did any work anyway.

  I shut my office door and sat at my desk, enjoying my new digs. My cell phone rang, startling me from my thoughts.

  “Hey, executive lady,” Jenny said.

  “Hey, guess what?”

  “You’re the boss?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Aside from that.”

  “I hate guessing games, just tell me.”

  I told her how Jay had been waiting at my condo. And about the lingerie gift. And most important of all, how Jay had spent the night in my bed. I left out the mirror bit though.

  “Did you two have breakfast together?”

  “Couldn’t. He was gone when I woke up.”

  “That’s weird.”

  I hesitated, unsure if I should tell her. “I looked up that lingerie online. It cost nearly three grand.”

  I had to hold the phone away from my ear while Jenny screamed.

  “Are you done yelling?”

  “Yes. But…” I held the phone out again. I knew I shouldn’t have told her.

  “Sorry, I have to go, talk to you later.”

  “Whatever, I am so calling Sam right now.”

  “Uh-huh.” I hung up.

  I tried to concentrate on work. For almost two hours, I jotted down every idea I’d ever had, what I considered was missing from the current reporting process, and outlined how I envisioned the reports should look. It would be difficult to transition over, but I was certain management could make better business decisions with my ideas.

  I sent Richard an email, requesting some time to sit down with him to discuss everything. With any luck I’d get the green light to hire another analyst to replace me as well.

  I was about to grab Sam and go for lunch when my phone beeped.

  Am going to have to lie low for a bit. Hope you’re enjoying being the boss. J

  I didn’t understand what he meant. Lie low?

  What do you mean?

  I mean we can’t meet up for a while. Sorry. J

  ???

  I kept the phone in my hand, but no response came. Was he a criminal? That might explain the combination of unemployment and money to blow. I felt like whenever I was with him I could see right into his soul. And I didn’t see anything criminal in it. A bit naughty maybe, but not sinister.

  I needed to get this thought straight in my head before I saw Jenny. She was already freaked enough about him. What’s she going to say about this latest development?

  Sam appeared at my door. “Ready for lunch?”

  “Yes, I was
just coming to get you.”

  As we walked to the lunchroom, I churned Jay’s messages in my head. Nothing made any sense. Something didn’t add up. I debated whether to share the issue with Sam, but work didn’t seem like a private enough place for such a crazy, bizarre, possibly overblown scenario.

  There had still been no response from Jay, and an uneasy weight had settled in my belly. It hampered my ability to concentrate on my work.

  “You go ahead and get us a table, I’ll be there in a sec,” I said to Sam.

  I pulled out my phone. My finger hovered over the call button before I mustered the courage to press it. As it connected, I wondered why I was so nervous to phone my own boyfriend.

  It rang three or four times then went to voicemail. I waited a few minutes and tried again, but the same thing happened. He couldn’t be on the phone, or it would have gone straight to voicemail. Was he hitting the reject call button on me?

  What’s going on?

  I couldn’t let it drop. It was too odd. The low battery warning on my phone came on. In the excitement of last night’s celebrations I had forgotten to charge my phone.

  After lunch, back in my office, I picked up my desk phone and punched in Jay’s number.

  “Yes?”

  “Jay,” I said, my voice full of relief.

  “Sorry, I can’t talk now. Something’s happening and I need you not to phone or text this number. Not from your cell phone, not from your work extension.”

  “What is going on, Jay?”

  “I’ll explain. Please, trust me.”

  “I’m all ears.”

  His voice softened. “I know this must seem so strange. Something is happening right now and I need to cut off all contact with you until I sort it out. This has nothing to do with my feelings for you. I want nothing more than to be in your bed again tonight.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said, twisting the phone cord in my fingers.

  “I have to go. Wait for me to contact you.”