Undisclosed Desire (The Complete Box Set

by Falon Gold

  The stiffness in my pants presses at the seam again. Adrenaline roils through me like a swarm of bees that have been disturbed, and they’re angry. The risks from disrespecting Uncle Luke’s home slides to the deepest, darkest crevices of my mind and quickly forgotten about. My cock is straight pussy-whipped.

  Just your cock, huh?

  I grab Astrid’s hand and lead the way past the bed, where I snatch up her dress, before continuing to the ensuite bathroom several feet away. I can’t get there fast enough. She’s right on my heels.

  “I’m starting to think you like seducing me in places you shouldn’t, Astrid.”

  “What? You don’t like doing risky things with me anymore?” she taunts.

  “This isn’t risky, baby. This is suicidal, and Uncle Luke will be glad to kill me for it, and you’re an adrenaline junkie.”

  “I don’t have to worry about him killing me too though, right?”

  “Nope, but I’ll probably die twice at his hands for your part in this, so I better not mention that this is your idea.” Dying one time is one too damn many already.

  “As long as baby Blake and I are good then I promise to miss you when you’re gone.”

  I step onto white, marble squares with tan grout, then swing around in front of his and her sinks encased in teakwood, to face Astrid. I lay her dress down on the surface between the porcelain basins and tug on the bowtie, unravelling the ends of it. “You know that is the second time you were willing to sacrifice me to my family. I’m starting to worry.”

  She releases my hand, backs up, and reaches for the door blindly. While pushing it closed with her fingertips, she slides a braided strap off her shoulder. “I promise to make it worth your while, while you’re living.”

  “You always damn do, and that’s why I’m your sucker.”

  “But you’re a gorgeous sucker that I can’t resist, that’s for sure.”

  “Oh, is that right?”

  She nods.

  “Well that makes dying worth it then.” I shrug out of my coat, so the floor can have its turn at wearing it, while watching her slip the other strap off her shoulder. They start to slide down her arms out of sync, releasing her breasts one plump mound at a time. Much bigger than a handful now, her nipples darker and engorged like overripe plums. I wonder if they still taste sweet. My mouth waters, while my eyes drift down her body, taking in every inch of uncovered skin left vulnerable by her top falling away.

  It gathers beneath her stomach. I stop tracking her flesh to gawk at her naked, stretched abdomen. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than my child rounding out her body, and it chokes me up, again.

  Now, where the hell is my best man? That’s right, you don’t have one yet, so you’ll have to check your own damn emotions, Blake.

  “Blake,” Astrid calls softly, “you’re thinking too much.”

  I clear my throat loudly and focus on her hands nudging her clothing downward. The outfit drops to the floor, becoming a puddle at her feet. She steps out of it unhurriedly. My mind is equally slow to register that I still have too many damn clothes on, and I’m far behind Astrid, who’s walking toward me in just her birthday suit. Where in the hell is her underwear? The answer becomes a nonfactor when urgency to be just as bare ass as she is slams into my gut.

  Her gaze is hotter than a five-alarm blaze on my face, and I need the frigid air pumping from the vents overhead to hit directly on every inch of me. I yank the lilac bowtie loose. She reaches me, both hands angle my neck downward, so she can sip from my lips, but battling, not dancing, is Astrid’s favorite way to kiss. She quickly takes it there, the slow winding of our mouths lasting only seconds. My hand stretches out to drop the piece of formal scrap of cotton from my neck on top of her dress laying on the countertop.

  I unhook the cummerbund dyed to match the bowtie perfectly and toss it to the floor. Her fingers skim down to my neck, where she starts on my shirt buttons. I jerk on the one for my pants. It bounces across the floor. I’ll have to reimburse Malisa for the repair, since the tux is a rental. It’ll be the best money I ever spent.

  Warm puffs of Astrid’s breath fan against the naked skin on my chest peeking out from the opened ends of my shirt, raising my body temperature a little higher. At this rate, I’ll need an ice bath to cool down. She drags a blunt nail down my pectoral. It swerves around my nipple and abs onto the happy trail of fine hair that doesn’t end at my brief’s waistband. Neither does her fingertip.

  Inside my pants, she fists my length. I buck forward in her hand, and begin to go quietly loco. Ravenous hunger to caress her everywhere takes up residence where my appetite for food should be. Six months of not making love with her is turning me into a beast, but there’s no way in hell I’ll spread Astrid on the cold floor just to feast on her body. I’m going to have to go hungry a little longer, until I can get her to a bedroom.

  “Jesus, Astrid, when will we ever make it to a bed like a regular couple?” I ask gruffly.

  She tucks her tongue between her teeth. Her fingers spread flat across the space between my stomach and my hips, then skates upwards, scrubbing the tails of my shirt out of my pants. Her head lifts, eyes boring into mine. “If I promise we’ll find a bed really, really soon, will you stop snipping at me because I need you when I need you? I’ve gone a long time without you.”

  The unmistakable desire in her tone ratchets up my optimism for having a life with Astrid, where choosing fast and wild sex over slow and meaningful making love will be in a long line of the sacrifices that I’ll happily make. I’ll give anything to wake up next to this woman every morning, and have already slaked my lust for her the night before so I’m not inviting certain death at the hands of my uncle. Rushing through sex with her in inappropriate places before we get caught used to be the highlight of my days, and nothing will get more unfitting than a room belonging to Uncle Luke, who could knock down the door to this one at any time.

  Astrid is all I need to get my blood pumping, and sometimes, a man likes to take his time with his woman. She has new dimensions to her body that I want to explore. Undoubtedly, she has new sensitive zones originating from her pregnancy than just the ones behind her ears, neck, and between her breasts. Just breathing on them seems to turn her inside out and make her cry out.

  Yeah, I should definitely stay away from those spots right now.

  “Fine,” I say grumpily and back away, while pushing my slacks and underwear down, “but you’re riding me while I sit on the toilet.” Every step I take back, she takes forward, with a cute and smug smirk on her mouth, a gleam in her eyes. I’d think she’s a predator, if she wasn’t smiling.

  “Deal, cowboy,” she agrees readily, because she’ll take the lead in all our lovemaking sessions if I let her, and I often do, getting the chance to watch her get lost in the enjoyment she finds in my body. I haven’t gotten enough of that yet, probably won’t.

  When my calves finally collide with the side of the commode, I reach back and close the lid, then take a sit down on it, wanting more than my next breath to browse her curves, arches, nooks, and crannies just to relearn them. Instead, my hands cheerfully pitch upwards for her waist. Bracing her weight while she swings her legs on each side of mine makes the apex of her thighs a target for the heat-seeking missile standing erect between mine. All my body parts seem to be reacting to her as if her body is a magnet, and they’re powerfully attracted, which hasn’t changed in the time she’s been gone.

  She squats over my lap, and eases down until the tip of my penis is touching her distended clitoris. She jerks upwards, as if the skin to skin contact between us burns her. Then she comes back for more, which is brutal on my senses. I shut my eyes, and pray for strength to not cum quick like an overeager teenager before I’m in her. When she swivels her hips, my shaft invades her wet folds, positioning perfectly at her soaking wet entrance. The base of my spine tingles and my toes curl in my shoes.

  It looks like I should be worrying more about lasting long enough to ge
t her off than caught. She moans above me and dips down, taking half of me inside. It no longer matters that we’re reconnecting in a bathroom anymore. All I know is that I have the staggering feeling of coming home finally. Now how in the hell do I make her feel this way too, without coercing her, before my time is up at the end of the month?

  Unaware of my inner skirmishes, Astrid throws her head back on her shoulders, sinks her nails into mine, and drops down until she’s fully seated in my lap. Fire licks through my middle and takes my breath away. Baby Blake’s shelter is also pressing into my middle unforgivingly, which has to be uncomfortable for everyone. Before I can express my concern about that, Astrid glides backwards along my thighs, lessening my penetration in her body. That damn sure isn’t going to work. I need her to be completely impaled by me. With my hands still gripping her waist, I scoot forward without warning.

  The sudden movement makes Astrid squeal and lace her fingers behind my neck tightly, with her tiptoes scrubbing the floor. “What are you doing?”

  “Just hold on. I got you, love.”

  I adjust my body on the seat some more. She snorts, highly amused. Finally, I find a much more comfortable spot for us all, with my spine laying along the cold porcelain lid with my ass hanging off the edge, so she’s leaning over me while balancing on my legs. Her hands slip from around my neck, to plant palms down in my chest. She raises up so she’s straddling me, puts her feet firmly down on the floor, and smirks at me.

  “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, Blake.”

  I can understand why she may be changing her mind; eight months ago, she and I were a perfect fit while sitting up. “I have no problems with making room for my son. Trying new positions keeps the fire from dying in a relationship… or so I’ve heard. And these thighs can take any motion you feel like doing.”

  She cackles loudly above me. “Oh, I have no doubts about your thighs. They’re muscular enough to choke a tree, and this is definitely a new position for us, especially in a bathroom… but I like it. Weirdly, it seems more intimate than anything we’ve ever done.” It is for me, too.

  I’ve never taken her body with the intention of gaining her heart before, or tried to find where I fit in her world on her terms, which hopefully meshes with mine soon. The urgent need to thrust up and reclaim some of the ground that I lost in her takes over me. I go with it. Her hips rock forward, meeting me halfway, and then rotate in a circle. A groan erupts from deep in her throat, a hushed ‘yes.’ With her sweet spot successfully found, I feel the compulsion to gently persuade her to my side of the current situation that’s standing between us like a massive wall. Only she can knock it down.

  “Imagine what else I can make work for us three, Astrid.”

  Her eyes soften. “I am, Blake. God knows I am.”

  “Exactly what I wanted to hear. That’s enough pressuring you for now. Let’s see if you can still ride me like you used to.” Challenge issued, I watch her shut her eyes then push off with her hands, to grind on the tip of my shaft imbedded in her soft tissue, which is radiating warmth like she carries an inferno around within her.

  Friction from her body milking my base begins to scramble my dedication to make this moment long enough to be a beloved memory of hers. Her snug tunnel tests my strength to resist finishing before she does. She’s like my own personal hell.

  I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let it get away.

  “You need to hurry, Blake,” she pants, while working her body in slow, erotic moves meant to make a man cum.

  “Actually, I should probably just lay here, baby.” I have to force the words through gritted teeth.

  “Blake, I’ll cum without you, I swear,” she moans, as if she’s in pain.

  “That’s the plan, darling. Now cum for me.”

  My hands drive her down, making her take most of me. Her body clamps around mine. Pressure mounts in my testicles. The need to explode increases by a hundred notches. My hips lunge upwards without my consent this time, submerging my shaft deeper inside her body. It’s exactly where every part of me wants to be. Then she hisses. I freeze in place.

  “Too deep, baby?”

  Her forehead wrinkles up. “Yes… no. Shit, I don’t know.” Good. If she’s overwhelmed, she can’t think about anything to do with leaving me.

  “Then I’ll stay right where I am.” I’m positive that’s one of my better ideas. Besides, if I move again, this quickie will be over.

  “Fine by me, babe.” She continues to coil her body, moan softly, and squeeze her inner muscles together until I can’t think of anything but detonating inside her.

  “Fuck, Astrid,” I grunt and shove further up into her, to escape the oven-like temperature in her body that is cooking my willpower. Completely groggy-minded, pulling out of her never even occurs to me. I wouldn’t have anyway.

  “You are fucking me, baby, and it’s been too damn long,” she wails on a downshift.

  “That’s for damn sure, but you’re fucking me senseless. Hurry up and cum before I have to write you an IOU.”

  Her fingers tunnel into my chest until her nails are scraping the flesh. Thank God she doesn’t have claws, or she’d be ripping me apart right now, a sure sign that she’s getting closer to her release. The minute pain mixed with extreme pleasure is enough to make me go mad and keep me somewhat rational at the same time.

  Her head lulls between her shoulder blades, as her pace picks up. Her thighs slap against mine. Juices run down the back of my penis. A mantra of soundless curse words break from her lips. Her losing control is the only thing that keeps me from falling over the edge. It’s too damn fascinating to not look at her while she loses herself with me inside her, or what’s left of my right mind would have faded away long before now.

  “Blake,” she whispers, my signal to fuck her back, topping from the bottom.

  Before she finishes saying my name, my hips are already swinging up. Astrid’s knees rise, drawing together to rest on my sides. Gripping the globes of her ass, I boost her up. Two short pumps send us both freefalling. My fingers cramp around her flesh, naturally seeking an anchor to the earth while my senses rocket to the four corners of the room. I have to force myself to let her waist go, before every muscle in my body clenches up under the pressure of my climax that’s rocking me from the inside out.

  “Oh fuck!” She balls up on herself.

  I pick one hand up off the floor to cover her mouth, while my body releases every ounce of my seed into her.

  “Astrid! Blake!” Uncle Luke yells back. “Is everything okay?”

  Well, shit!

  Chapter Seven

  Blake

  Astrid’s head snaps upright, eyes jerking downward to me. She’s horrified, but her body ripples around mine, still orgasming while I need to think quick on my feet… uh, back. My first impulse is to stomp my foot on the floor.

  “It’s okay, baby! It’s just a spider!” I say loudly.

  Now, I must keep up the pretense of rats and spiders being in places that they’re not. Natalia uses a homemade organic insect and rodent repellent around the house, which is also edible and safe for Luke Jr. I even use it at the station.

  Astrid giggles behind my hand. Her eyes get watery.

  “Blake,” Uncle Luke’s tone is extremely sarcastic, “you’ll have to come up with a better lie than that, and there better not be any of your babies on my floor, tub, sink, toilet. God forbid my towels or I swear—”

  “We’re still changing, Uncle Luke,” I interrupt, before he can get completely worked up, feeling like a child again. I was always getting into trouble for something I usually dragged Malisa into, until I wised up at the ripe old age of ten. “I probably carried the spider in from outside on my clothes.”

  “If anything, you’re the spider that convinced Astrid to be your waterspout. Use the towels under the sink to clean up with. Not those hanging for decoration on the bar in front of the toilet or behind it. Put yours straight in the washing machine. If Natalia te
lls me that—”

  “It’s all good, Uncle Luke. We don’t need towels. I swear,” I lie. “We’ll be out in a minute.”

  I reach over with my free hand and flush the toilet. “All gone, Astrid. You can step out of the tub now.”

  She pushes my hand down her chin. “Thank you, Blake,” she says weakly, as if she’s really at the back of the bathroom, recoiling in the whirlpool and terrified.

  Then, a riot of chuckles quietly discharge from her. She replaces my fingers over her lips and laughs so hard behind them, silently. Her chest is heaving. Baby Blake is probably getting seasick. I want this to be a memory that she wouldn’t forget, but neither of us is ever going to.

  “One minute, Blake,” Uncle Luke warns. “I’ll be back. The reception starts as soon as they finish setting up the food, and you two better be there. Malisa will make us wait for you if you aren’t, and I’m starving.” Right. Bear, no porridge.

  “Okay, Astrid has to use the bathroom first. She didn’t get a chance when we got here.” When did I sink to bargaining for time to hide my bad judgment calls from my uncle?

  A long time ago, Blake, and you haven’t made that many right ones before today. At least, I’m making love to Astrid inside a real relationship, so I’m doing better, dammit!

  I set Astrid on her feet quickly, and whisper, “We have to move, love. He means it.”

  I reach for the closest cabinet door beneath the sinks and pluck two hand towels with shredded ends from the top of a neatly folded stack with various sizes.

  Astrid takes them from my hand, points at my lap, indicating I should keep my seat. She wets the towels before soaping them up with a rose-scented soap that Natalia always smells like, rinses them, and tosses one to me. “You only have time to wipe up. I owe you a bath when we get back to your place.”

  Nerves, which I didn’t know were shaken, settle inside me when she names the next pit stop in our world. “Thank you, Astrid,” I say, then proceed to clean her essence off my lap and enormously contented man parts.