Desire

by Simone Sowood

The fingers in me quickened their pace. He flicked my clit a few times with his tongue, then blew cold air across it. I flinched. The cold air sent all my insides on fire.

  He blew a continuous blast of air across my most sensitive part, which he gripped between his teeth so I couldn’t move away for fear of the pain.

  I squirmed under his touch. Under his breath. I could feel myself being bounced off the dam’s edge, about to burst. I squealed.

  Jay released my clit from his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. Sucked hard as he worked me with his fingers.

  “Jay,” I screamed without thought. All thoughts fled me. All I knew was ecstasy.

  My body writhed. He released me from his grip. I tried to catch my breath, to enjoy the last ripples of his touch.

  Jay rolled onto his back and undid his suit pants, pushing them down and exposing his throbbing cock. He rolled onto me, settling himself between my legs.

  I waited for him to enter me, but he only rubbed against me. He gripped my jaw and brought my lips to him. He kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth. I tried to kiss him back, but I was in too little control of my body to manage it.

  At last he entered me, his huge cock forced its way into me, pushing out all the doubt and filling me with strength. My body tingled all over again as he moved inside of me. Each thrust caused more and more tingles until my body was a sparkling mass.

  “Jay, Jay,” I called out, my voice breathy.

  He dug into me, filling me with his cum and I plunged into another orgasm.

  “Jay,” I yelled out, before relaxing back into a quivering mess.

  We were still, catching our breaths. Jay laid on me, trapping me without putting any of his weight on me. Cocooning me protectively. I hooked my legs around his, never wanting him to leave. We lay tight against each other, the rest of the world melting away. We dozed off, the light dim when I awoke again, still wrapped in Jay’s arms.

  * * *

  “I’m going to have a quick shower,” Jay said, kissing my hair and rising from the bed.

  My body, still weak from the drug, was exhausted and I let the bed take all my weight. My eyelids flickered, and I was about to close them when some photographs caught my eye and piqued my interest.

  I couldn’t resist. I got out of bed and walked across to the sitting area. A whole living room within the bedroom. It was Jay’s bedroom. I could tell from the lived-in feel that so many of the rooms in the mansion lacked.

  I let my fingers drape along the back of the sofa as I made my way to the side table covered in photographs in various sizes and styles of frames.

  They were family snapshots. Some old, black and white ones of what must be grandparents, or even great-grandparents. Some looked like recent holiday snaps of stunning scenery. But the ones that intrigued me most were the ones that looked like Jay as a child. Sitting on a horse. Cuddled as a baby in a woman’s arms. Wearing a graduation cap. There was a second of him with the woman, and a third, always of him as a young child. I assumed she was his mother, but there were none of a man, a father.

  I picked up the one of the woman cuddling the toddler. There was something about the way she looked at the camera. The way her smile was lopsided, causing her eye to crease. I traced along her features, trying to place their familiarity. Her nose was identical to Jay’s. Why did I know that face? I tapped the frame with my finger, trying to place her.

  “What are you looking at?”

  I put the photo down. “You were such a cute baby.”

  My eyes slid over his body, glistening with water drops. I went over to him and felt his muscles with the tips of my fingers. “And such a cute adult,” I said, looking up at him.

  “It’s a good thing you didn’t bother getting dressed.” Jay lifted me and carried me back to the bed. I didn’t plan to leave it until I had to start my new job.

  Part Two

  Loving Jay

  Chapter 1

  Before I opened my eyes, I sorted through my memory. Of where I was. Of what had happened. I couldn’t resist Jay any longer. Especially after the way he had taken care of me after the date rape drug. And here I was, in his bed.

  My back was against Jay, his breathing steady. I pressed myself into him, as close as I could get. For the first time in months, I was relaxed. At home. I was in the place I belonged.

  I dozed off, half dreaming and half remembering yesterday’s activities with Jay.

  He kissed my cheek, bringing me fully conscious. I opened my eyes to see his deep brown ones looking down at me.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  I blushed, still getting used to the idea of being back in his bed.

  “Hi.”

  “Did you sleep well?”

  I wiggled my body up and sat with my back against the headboard. Jay sat beside me, chucking the pillows out of the way to get closer.

  “Best I’ve slept in ages.” It was true. I hadn’t slept well after our break up.

  “Good. I intend to make every night of yours like that.” He looked at me, a twinkle in his eye. “A deep sleep brought on by exhaustion. Exhaustion from being fucked so hard.” He punctuated his words by tapping my knee.

  “Suits me.” I twisted around and found his lips. He cupped my cheek, and we settled into a lingering kiss that caused my pulse to race.

  Jay broke the kiss and stood. “We have to get up. I’ve made plans.”

  “Plans?”

  “Yes, for us.”

  “Okay.” My brow furrowed, once again trying to understand him but deciding to trust him.

  I stood, pulling the sheet with me to cover my nakedness.

  He laughed and said, “You weren’t so modest last night.” Jay walked around the bed and whipped the sheet from me. He took my waist in his hands. Pressed his bare torso against mine.

  “I thought we had plans,” I said, trying not to laugh.

  “You’re right. Is your passport up to date?”

  “Passport?”

  What was he up to?

  “Yes, is it up to date?”

  “I think so.” I got one when Matt said he’d take me to Cancun for our anniversary, though of course that never happened.

  “Perfect. Go get dressed.”

  He stepped aside and motioned for me to go. I looked at him, my eyes wide, wondering if he was being serious or not. He tipped his head towards the door.

  I pulled the sheet back and wrapped it around me as I walked to my bedroom. It’s strange being in a house with staff. When you never know who you’ll run into in the hallway.

  * * *

  I stood in the big walk-in closet in the bedroom Jay had put me in after the night club. I ran my fingers across the huge assortment of designer clothing Jay had bought me, wondering what sort of outfit I should wear.

  Jay hadn’t given me any sort of indication. A dress? Casual? What? In the end I went for comfort, selecting a pair of black jeans and a burgundy sweater.

  * * *

  I found Jay in the breakfast room, dressed in a tailored gray suit and waiting for me with coffee and a croissant. Maybe I should have worn a dress.

  “You look stunning,” he said, raking his eyes over my body.

  “Thanks,” I said, taking the cup and filling myself with caffeine. “So what are our plans?” I asked.

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yes. Drink up and let’s go.”

  He took my hand and led me out the front door. A silver Rolls-Royce was waiting for us. A man held open the door for us and I climbed in and was hit with the strong scent of leather. Jay slid in after me and the car pulled away.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “To your condo to get your passport.”

  “Now?” Holy cow, my passport. I hoped I could find it. It’s not like I’d ever used it before, I’d probably shoved it in some box somewhere. I searched my memory, trying to remember where it was.

  The car pulled up in front of my condo. I hopped
out.

  “Do you need any help?” Jay asked.

  “No, it’s okay.”

  He stayed in the car and I hurried upstairs. It felt strange when I put my key in the lock. I hadn’t been here in days. Not since the night of the date rape drug. Not since before Jay and I were back together.

  I went through all my kitchen drawers with no luck. Perhaps it was in the bedroom. I riffled through my clothes drawers with no luck, but I found a shoebox in the bottom of my closet. Normally I put photographs and keepsakes in it. I dumped the contents onto my bed, sending bits and pieces everywhere. My passport landed on my pillow. I grabbed it and returned to the car.

  “Here,” I said handing it to Jay.

  “Great.” He took it and put it in his inside suit jacket.

  “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”

  “Nope.”

  What on earth was going on?

  He grasped my hand and squeezed it, but he looked out his window, away from me. We sat in silence holding hands while the car drove along. We turned off the highway and passed a sign, “Welcome to Chicago Midway Airport.”

  I’d figured we were going somewhere with my passport. But I hadn’t expected it to be on a private jet. Where the hell was he taking me? For a day trip to New York?

  * * *

  The car stopped in front on a small jet, and the driver opened the car door.

  “Thanks Tony,” Jay said to the driver.

  He took my elbow and ushered me up the steps and into the jet.

  Inside was all cream leather with shiny wood trim. Wide, plush leather seats divided by an aisle. Jay sat me down on one, hung his suit jacket in a wood cupboard and took the seat across the aisle.

  “Buckle up,” he said, a dazzling smile on his face.

  I was speechless and in a daze at what was happening. Was I really about to take off on a private jet? He still hadn’t told me where we were going. I wonder how long it would take to get there.

  My body pressed back into the plush seat as the plane left the runway. Once we had leveled off, a woman appeared with a tray and coffee for each of us.

  “Thanks,” I said as I took the drink from her.

  She set Jay’s drink on the tray fixed to the wall beside him. He pushed a button, and the window blinds closed. He pressed another button and a large screen came down from the ceiling.

  “I’ve arranged a little in-flight entertainment,” he said.

  “Okay.” I was far too stunned to comprehend what was happening, let alone reply in a coherent way.

  A movie started, one I instantly recognized as Roman Holiday with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. I looked at Jay and smiled. He reached his hand out for mine, and we watched the moving holding hands, the aisle between us far too wide.

  It’s one of my favorite romances, as much for the stunning scenery of Rome as for the amazing performance of Audrey Hepburn. And those stunning dresses. I could watch it over and over, dreaming of twirling around in one of her gowns.

  The movie credits started to come up on the screen, but then cut out. It went directly into another film, To Catch a Thief with Grace Kelly and Cary Grant. Wow. What was going on?

  “Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?” I looked at Jay.

  “You’ll find out. If you don’t figure it out first.”

  We watched the movie. Each time I saw it and watched Grace Kelly speeding along the winding roads of the French Riviera, I felt a pang of lose at her real-life death on those same roads.

  When the movie finished, Jay pushed the buttons. The screen retracted into the ceiling and the window blinds opened. I looked out and saw water far below.

  “Is that the ocean?” I asked, sitting up and perching on the edge of my seat.

  “The Atlantic.”

  “Seriously?”

  “You’re looking at it. What do you think?” he laughed.

  “Oh my God, how far are we going?”

  “Far enough for a few more movies.”

  The woman appeared with a tray of food.

  “Hold on, are we going to Europe?”

  Jay laughed and took a plate of food from her. A thick cut sandwich of roast chicken and tomatoes.

  I placed my hand on the woman’s arm. “Are we going to Europe?”

  “You’ll have to ask Mr. McAllister that.”

  “We are, aren’t we?” I said to Jay, my eyes pleading for an answer.

  “It’s a long flight, eat up.”

  Shell-shocked, I sat back in my seat and took a bite of my sandwich but chewed without tasting. I’d never been to Europe. I’d never been outside the States, other than that time my father took us camping in Canada when I was little. This was crazy exciting. Though I felt a little odd, I didn’t bring my toothbrush. Or anything.

  Chapter 2

  “Cannes? We’re actually in Cannes?” I tried to keep my voice from squealing. And my feet from jumping up and down. My insides hopped with excitement. This certainly wasn’t what I’d expected when I woke up this morning.

  Jay looked at me, a broad smile on his face. He seemed to enjoy my reaction a lot.

  Another driver held a car door open for us, and we climbed into the back of yet another Rolls-Royce, this one black.

  We pulled away, my eyes fixed out the window, scanning through the darkness for every little detail of France. France! I couldn’t wait to hear them speak. Except I couldn’t speak a word of French. I hoped Jay did.

  We drove along the Mediterranean. Too exciting. I had to calm myself down, it was getting embarrassing. The car pulled up in front of a massive white art deco building. The diver got out and held the door open for me.

  I looked walked back, to get a good look at the building. Martinez glowed in big letters across the top of the building. I turned around and looked out at the moonlight reflecting in the sea.

  “This way, beautiful,” Jay said, motioning towards the door.

  I followed him through the lobby and to a desk. He pulled a chair back for me and I sat. Jay sat in the seat beside me. A clerk typed in some details and handed Jay a key card. We walked past a grand staircase and into an elevator.

  Our suite was enormous, three times the size of my condo. And decadent in a modern way. I ran through the sitting room to the window and looked out at our sea view. I couldn’t wait to see it in daylight.

  “We should sleep,” Jay said, coming up and putting his arm around me.

  “I’m too excited! There’s no way I can sleep. Plus it’s only,” I looked at my watch, “nine o’clock.”

  “In Chicago. Here it’s three in the morning.”

  “Holy cow.”

  “Yes, and you’ll want to get up early and enjoy it.”

  I flung my arms around him.

  “Thank you for bringing me here.” I went up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

  * * *

  We ate breakfast in our suite’s dining room. Room service brought up a trolley full of fresh fruit and pastries. Never in my life had I ever tasted such an amazing croissant. I ate three.

  “What are we going to see today?” Though I was groggy from the jet lag, my excitement had me raring to go.

  “A surprise.”

  “Another surprise?” I laughed.

  “Get dressed, let’s go.” He stood and kissed the top of my head as he walked across the room.

  My left eyebrow rose. “Let me guess, you’ve brought me some clothes to wear, I hope?”

  “Your things are in the dressing room.”

  I found the suitcase empty. Someone, I’m assuming not Jay, put away all the clothes. And there were lots of clothes to put away. I selected a tawny jersey dress, hoping it was appropriate for the weather.

  I followed Jay through the hotel lobby and out the doors. A classic two-seater car was parked in front. Jay went over to it and opened the door for me.

  “This car is so cute!”

  “Do you recognize it?”

  “It looks familiar
,” I said. Though all old cars looked the same to me.

  “It’s a Sunbeam Alpine.”

  “A what?” I asked as I sat in it. Jay playfully tapped my shoulder.

  “It’s the car from To Catch A Thief.”

  My eyes widened and my breath caught. I couldn’t respond straight away. While I gathered my thoughts, I surveyed the wood grain interior. This was really happening. I was really sitting in a Sunbeam something or other in the French Riviera.

  Jay shut my door and got into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, and he whipped out on the busy street. I had to hold my head from snapping back since there weren’t any headrests. But I was quickly distracted by the beauty of the Mediterranean. I had to go dip my toes in it later.

  Our little car sped along the windy roads, always with the Med on my right and mountains on my left.

  The wind was too loud to have a conversation, instead I placed my hand on his knee and enjoyed the ride.

  The scenery was incredible, even better in person than in the film. Stunning hilltop villages were framed against a clear blue sky. Cliffs on the side of the road plunged straight down into the sea.

  We passed Nice, and I spotted a sign for Monaco. Princess Grace! I was a real-life Princess Grace, in an amazing car with an amazing man and speeding along the French Riviera towards Monaco.

  We rounded a corner and Monaco came into view. Unlike the French towns, Monaco was covered in high rises. Not as pretty, but hey, it was freaking Monaco. Okay, I was calming down.

  Instead of going into the city, Jay turned the car onto a smaller road that wound its way up the mountain. On a hairpin bend near the top, he pulled the car to the side of the road and shut off the engine. I sat in silence, staring at the stunning view of Monaco and the Med below.

  Jay got out of the car and took a huge picnic basket out of the trunk. The penny dropped.

  “This is the Cary Grant and Grace Kelly picnic spot, isn’t it?” I said.

  A broad smile spread out across Jay’s face. “You’re getting it.”