Desire Me

by Kayla C. Oliver

  He was holding me tightly to his chest, and my breath caught in my throat as his fingers worked. In and out of my pussy, his fingers thrust in deep where I knew he would set my orgasm in motion.

  “I’ve missed having you, Aubrey. You beautiful, beautiful thing,” he murmured in my ear while he stroked me into submission. I was all his. He could do whatever he wanted to me. My body rose and fell with every thrust he made into my pussy.

  My mouth was hanging open. I had no control over my limbs or my mind while he stroked me hungrily. I was moaning loudly, approaching the edge.

  He kissed my cheek, before he pulled my left earlobe into his mouth and started sucking. With one hand he stroked my pussy, and the other he used to cup my breast, to squeeze and knead it so that my nipples ached and throbbed under my bra.

  “Gareth, I’m going to come,” I said out loud, just before my body burst into spasms.

  “Good girl,” he said into my ear as I came. His fingers slipped in and out of me, sliding in my juices while I came for him. His hand remained pressed to my belly, his thumb teasing my clit while I came like an explosion.

  I didn’t know how to stop these sensations that had taken over me. I felt like I was going to burst out crying. The orgasm came in waves, my juices spilled, and Gareth didn’t stop stroking me.

  Eventually, my shoulders started drooping. My orgasm was becoming less intense, coming to its end. Gareth rubbed my clit gently, keeping me excited, giving me the hope that there was still more to come. Slowly, as my orgasm settled, he slid his hand out from my jeans, and I flipped around to him.

  Placing my hands on his shoulders, I kissed him strongly. I felt like a wild animal; I wanted more. I wanted him to feel everything I had just felt. I pushed against him as I kissed him, and he tangled his fingers into my wild flowing red hair. I pushed him back farther till his back thudded against the long windows.

  He held me tightly, and I kissed him, my hands reaching for his large throbbing cock. His shorts were thin, and I could feel the shape and length of his cock. I stroked and stroked, till it was standing erect in my hands, thrusting into my belly while we kissed some more.

  “You are fucking irresistible, Aubrey Fort,” he whispered to me, and I smiled at him.

  “So are you,” I said, and he tipped me back, holding me by my waist so he could kiss my neck and the top of my breasts.

  Within seconds, we were taking each other’s clothes off. I peeled off his drenched T-shirt and his shorts, while he pulled off my top and started undoing my jeans.

  Our clothes were on the floor, and we were naked in each other’s arms again. His cock was hard and erect between his thighs, and he grazed his beard along my skin as he kissed me. He had me arched backward, holding me by the waist as he took my nipples into his mouth one by one.

  I was holding on to him too, clinging to his shoulders as he sucked on my breasts. My pussy was warm and throbbing again. It didn’t matter that I had just come; I was ready to go again.

  We were breathless when he slipped his mouth away from my nipples. I straightened up to look at him, and we stared at each other for a few moments. Gareth took his cock in his hand and stroked himself. He was watching me, his blue eyes roaming all over my naked body. His gaze was fixed on the spot between my legs, the place where he wanted to be.

  I realized that I never wanted another man to look at me the way he did. I felt beautiful under his gaze. I could have stood there and watched him watching me, forever.

  His cock grew harder in his hand. I knew what it would feel like to have his full length banging inside me, sliding deep inside. I couldn’t wait.

  “Gareth.” I whispered his name softly, snapping him out of his daze. He looked up at me, and I could see a coldness in his eyes. He looked almost angry, like he was trying to force himself to change his mind. I didn’t want him to change his mind. I wanted him this one last time.

  “Aubrey.” He said my name softly.

  “Please make love to me,” I said, and he clenched his jaws.

  He reached for me, pulling me back into his arms, and we kissed again. I tried to savor every moment of this, every sensation I was feeling, because I knew this wasn’t going to last forever.

  ***

  He moved his hands all over me, teasing every inch of my bare skin. With his eyes fixed harshly on me, Gareth switched places with me. It was my back pressed against the cold glass surface of the window now.

  He reached for my hair and tenderly brushed some of it away from my face; then he was lifting me up.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he held me securely in his arms. I was raised above him, with my hair falling like a curtain around our faces. He craned his neck, offering his mouth to me. I kissed him, holding his face with both my hands.

  I wanted to cry because I was sure now that he had feelings for me too. It wasn’t just me, suffering by myself. He missed me too. I wished he wasn’t who he was. I wished I wasn’t related to Hunter and that we could be together.

  We kissed softly, lips gliding over lips, his arms securely tightened around my body, my legs around his waist.

  I could feel his cock rubbing against the folds of my pussy. My legs were stretched apart, and his cock was teasing my folds and clit. With a gentle force, he made one soft thrust and I felt his cock push apart my folds. I gasped in his mouth, and he pulled his face away.

  “I want to look at you when I enter you,” Gareth said, and those words set every cell of my body on fire. It was almost like a dream.

  I hadn’t expected to see him again, and yet, here I was in his arms, in his home, with his cock inside me.

  Gareth started with little thrusts, soft pushes as his cock entered me. Every inch that he sunk into me was like a new high for my body. I closed my eyes, and they immediately flew open again. I watched his rough, dark face, his thin lips between his beard, his blue eyes boring into my body.

  He held me strongly upright. My back slid up and down the glass window while his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. I cried out with joy. I could feel him inside me again. His cock was tight and big in my pussy, and with every thrust, I felt like I was falling quicker over the edge.

  No man could make me feel the way Gareth did. No man ever had, and I knew that it would take me a long time before I could sleep with someone again. I was going to spend the rest of my life comparing every man I met with this man.

  His cock inched deeper, till it was fully submerged in me. I screamed out his name, and he started pounding.

  I bounced in his arms, and my hair shook and fell around me while he thrust his cock in and out of me.

  I was going to orgasm again. He grunted and said my name in whispers like a chant. I rose and fell in his arms, and my legs shook while he slid inside me.

  We were making a lot of noise in the room, and I didn’t care if Gareth’s housekeeper could hear us. Once again, like that night in the bathroom of the summer ball, when I didn’t care who heard us.

  I dug my nails into his shoulders. His chest pressed into my breasts, and he pounded into me repeatedly. I could feel the tight knots in my belly coming undone. I was going to come again.

  “Gareth! Gareth!” I screamed his name, and he said my name too, but softly.

  “Come for me, beautiful,” he whispered, and I looked into his eyes. He didn’t seem angry anymore. We both knew that we couldn’t help ourselves. No matter what was going to happen tomorrow, right now the only thing we could do was this.

  I came in a burst again, just as I felt his body jerk too.

  We were coming together, and I laughed in ecstasy.

  I could feel him shooting his cum into me, filling me with his seed as my juices seeped out of me too. No matter how many times I’d thought it before, this time felt like the best sex we’d ever had.

  I was laughing as I came, laughing and on the verge of crying at the same time. Gareth grunted as he emptied himself into me, and I bit down on his shoulder hard.

  Our or
gasms seemed to be lasting a lifetime. I had lost all track of time while I bounced in his arms.

  It was only when I slumped that he pulled his cock out of me for the last time. I could feel my heart sinking. I knew that the moment was coming to an end.

  Gareth gently placed me back down on the ground, and I looked up at him with forlorn eyes. We were both panting. His fashionable blond hair was a mess right now, damp and pasted to his forehead. He was hot. Just as hot as I thought he was when I first saw him.

  Despite all the complications of being Gareth Gray, that was one thing that was not complicated about him. He was the sexiest man I had laid my eyes on.

  I allowed my body to lean back against the window, and I tried to catch my breath. Gareth took a few steps away from me and rubbed the back of his hand over his damp forehead.

  Neither of us knew what to say to each other anymore. He had already made the decision for us—we could never pursue this. I gulped as I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. To say anything, to make this moment less painful.

  But Gareth just stood there, with powerful wide shoulders heaving, staring at me. He wasn’t going to say anything to me. He wasn’t going to change his mind.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Gareth

  Aubrey was looking at me like she wanted me to say something to her. I had nothing to give her.

  Eventually, she started picking her clothes up off the floor. I watched her for a few moments before I started doing the same with mine.

  “I guess it’s time for me to leave,” she said as she slipped her T-shirt back on. I had just finished dressing myself, and I could feel a new sort of unhappiness taking over my body.

  Having sex with her again was a bad idea. I didn’t know how I was going to get over her this time. The past two weeks had been hard enough. I wished I could ask her to stay, even just to stay for breakfast. However, I knew there was no point in prolonging this. It had to be ripped off like a Band-Aid.

  “I’m sorry, Aubrey,” I said as she ran her fingers through her hair.

  “Sorry for what, Gareth?” she asked. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments. I sighed deeply.

  “I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. I guess because this happened, because I can’t control the situation,” I said. I could feel my voice faltering. I was beginning to feel weak.

  The carefully crafted persona I had created around myself these past few years was beginning to crack at the seams.

  Aubrey flipped her hair over her shoulders and shook her head.

  “Neither of us can. I shouldn’t even have come here today. I can’t keep pinning all my problems on you. All you did was spill some wine on my dress,” she said and added a nervous chuckle. She didn’t mean it. I could see that she had no interest in laughing or smiling. This was as difficult for her as it was for me.

  I nodded and looked down at my feet.

  “If you say so,” I said.

  “I guess there’s no point in me staying, is there?” she asked, and I looked up at her again. She was looking at me expectantly, like she was hoping that I might have changed my mind. She was giving me the opportunity to change my mind.

  What was I supposed to do? Forget the fact that her cousin was my biggest rival? What was that going to do to my business? I couldn’t go after my girlfriend’s cousin. No matter how hard I played the game of business, I still had some honor left in me. I wasn’t going to attack the family of the woman I loved. Love. I nearly laughed out loud at that. Why was I even thinking about loving a woman I hardly knew? Someone who I was pushing out of my life so violently.

  “I mean, you want me to leave, right? There’s no point in me staying because we have no future together, right?” Aubrey persisted, and I could see her lips quivering.

  I could see a future together—that was the problem. She was the only woman I saw that with. Why couldn’t I just admit it? Why couldn’t I just forget about Hunter and the war against C Scape and give in to my feelings for Aubrey?

  I couldn’t because I would never admit defeat. I had worked too hard. I had overcome too many obstacles in my life to not go after the people who threatened my career.

  “No, we don’t have a future together,” I said.

  I could see Aubrey gulp down the cry that had risen up in her throat. Well, if she wanted to hear me say the words, there they were. I had said the words. I had officially hurt her beyond repair. There was no hope for us now.

  Aubrey nodded her head and sniffed.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she snapped.

  I wanted to pull her back in my arms. I wanted to carry her to my bedroom, lock her in there, spend the day with her, and not let her go. Just one day would be enough, wouldn’t it?

  “I’m sorry” was all I could manage to say.

  Aubrey’s eyes were glassy as she stared at me in anger.

  “You keep fucking saying that. Since the first night we met, that’s all you’ve kept saying to me. That you’re sorry. I don’t think you even mean it!” she hissed at me.

  I clenched my jaws and stared at her in silence. She had every right to lash out at me. Ever since she’d met me, all I’d caused her was a pileup of problems. She had her own life and her own career to think about, and I hadn’t done her any favors by adding to it.

  “I’m going to leave now, and I hope that this is the last we see of each other. I’m leaving New York, and I hope that you never come to Brunswick. I sure as hell am never coming back to this goddamn city!” she snapped. She was angry, and she had every right to be. I wanted to hold her and calm her down, but it wasn’t my place. I was responsible for this anger.

  Aubrey whipped around from me and strode to the door of the den. She turned to look at me again, and I wished she hadn’t. I knew I was always going to remember that look of disappointment and sadness I saw in her eyes.

  “I hope you have a nice, successful life, and I hope that my cousin beats your ass in business,” she growled, and the door slammed on her way out. It slammed hard enough to make the crystal glasses behind the bar quiver.

  I deserved that. I deserved her curses.

  What was I even fighting for anymore? Hadn’t I already achieved everything I wanted in life? What more could I possibly want? Since I met Aubrey, every priority in my life had changed and I didn’t even recognize myself. But she was gone now, and if she was really going to leave New York, then maybe, just maybe, things could return to normal.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Aubrey

  It was time for my weekly video call with Ira. I positioned my laptop on the worktable so she could get a good view of my brand-new studio. I’d rented a cottage, just on the outskirts of Brunswick, and I’d spent the past three weeks moving in and bringing the place up to shape.

  What I loved about the cottage was that I now had a small front yard and a bigger backyard, giving me lots of space to sit and read and think and paint. The shed in the garden was what I’d converted into an artist’s studio and where I spent most of my time now.

  Ever since the sale of the painting, and since I’d become fifty thousand dollars richer, I had more time and freedom to concentrate on my art. Renting this cottage in Brunswick was affordable, and I hadn’t even tried to get back my job at the hair salon. I didn’t need it at the moment. The money I made from the sale of the painting was enough to see me through the year, and even longer if I was careful with the money.

  All I wanted to do for a while was just paint and paint. I was encouraged and inspired, and I didn’t want to lose that spirit while I still had it.

  The video call was beginning to connect, and I smiled at the thought of seeing Ira again. She was smiling wide when she appeared on my screen.

  “Aubrey!” she squealed and waved her hand furiously at me.

  “Hi!” I squealed back, and we air-hugged each other.

  “How’s the new roommate?” I asked her, and she rolled her eyes. Ira had gone through three new roomm
ates since I’d moved out, even though it had barely been two months. She wasn’t happy with any of them and kept kicking them out.

  “He seems to forget to flush after himself,” she said and shook her head in annoyance.

  “Yikes! How are you going to deal with that?” I asked with a laugh, and she sighed loudly.

  “I don’t know. At least he’s not tried to make out with me yet,” she said, shrugging.

  “Anyway, show me, show me!” she exclaimed and clapped her hands.

  I picked the laptop up from the table and slowly moved it around the studio so Ira could see.

  “Oh my God, Aubrey! It looks amazing. It’s exactly the kind of dream space you had in mind. I’m so happy for you!” She was squealing with excitement, and I laughed.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I’m happy with it, and I’m getting a lot of work done here. I’m enjoying the quiet and the peace,” I said, depositing the laptop back on the table again. Ira nodded and then pursed her lips together sympathetically. She knew exactly how difficult the past two months had been for me.

  I hadn’t realized how hard I’d fallen for Gareth till I’d actually left New York. While I was still there, I was clinging to the hope that perhaps there was still a chance of bumping into him or getting back with him. Now that I was in Brunswick, it seemed impossible. I was sure that I would never see him again, and I had never felt this sad for a man before in my life.

  “How are ya holding up?” Ira asked. She must have noticed the look in my eyes, the one she knew so well by now.

  “I’m keeping busy. Trying to keep myself distracted,” I said with a sigh. I wished Ira was here with me so we could hug it out.

  “Yeah, it’ll be a thing of the past soon. Give it a few more months, and hopefully you won’t even remember what he looks like,” she said, and I scoffed. I couldn’t wait for that to happen. I couldn’t wait for the day when I wouldn’t be haunted by Gareth’s face every minute of my life. He was the perfect man for me, and it was miserable that we couldn’t be together.