Say You Desire Me (Full Moon, #3)

by Van Mol, Stefanie

  After the orgasm with my vibrator last night, I’m ready for the real thing. I want a man who knows what I need and is capable of giving it to me. I want a man who can give me the best night of my life. And what better place to look for him than in a nightclub filled with men? Men looking for an adventure. One of these lucky guys is going to give it to me. Now, it’s only a matter of finding the right guy and hope I can give him the time of his life as well.

  Let the fun begin!

  9

  John

  Tim and Max thought this was a good idea. But as soon as we walked into the club, I knew it was a mistake. A horde of fans has surrounded around us even before we make it inside. Tim apparently already chose a few girls with whom he wants to spend the night, but my head’s just not into it tonight. My mind is still preoccupied with images of someone else, and no matter what I try, they won’t go away. The worst part about it is that Max is here, as well. He knows me, and I can see it in his face that he knows something is on my mind.

  He’s already given me a couple of suspicious glances, but I managed to avoid him, so he can’t ask me any questions. You may not know this, but I’m the worst liar in the world. Especially to my best friend. I walk over to the bar and try to find a place where I’m out of sight, so I can look around, without being noticed by any fans.

  My first drink is waiting in front of me when I spot her. Like always, when she’s around, my gaze is drawn to her. I have no control over it, it just happens. She’s standing in the middle of the dance floor. When I look around me, I notice that I’m not the only one who’s spotted her. The dress she’s wearing... I don’t think you can even call it a dress. You can see every curve of her body in that small black fabric clinging to her. Worse, my mind immediately is bombarded with images of how she looks under those clothes. I remember every inch of her, even the look on her face when she came. When she was finally able to let go, and you could see the ecstasy on her face. The only thing that was missing was my name on her lips. Time to change that. Tonight.

  You don’t have to be a genius to know why she’s here. I can see it, and all the other men see it too. Every fiber of Jolene’s body is screaming sex. She sways her hips to the beat of the music and I feel the reaction in my crotch. It feels like the zipper of my pants will leave a permanent mark on my dick. For the past couple of days, since Jolene has been staying with us, I’ve had a constant erection. It makes me feel like a teenager with raging hormones.

  I’ve tried. I told myself to stay as far away from her as possible. After last night, with me, her, and her damn vibrator, you would think I could get her out of my system. But now that I see her here, I know I’ve lost the battle. Next to her, a group of boys are eyeing her up. Well, it’s more like ogling, and they all have these grins on their faces. One of them starts to make his way in her direction. I ball my hands into fists to keep myself from going over there. The guy steps in behind her and puts his arm around her waist. She jumps a little in surprise and looks at him over her shoulder. Just when I think she’s going to tell him off and make him leave, she pushes her ass suggestively against him and puts her arm over his.

  Jesus!

  If she really thinks I’m going to sit here and let her go home with him, she’s wrong! I down my drink in one go, slam the glass back on the bar and start to make my way toward her. Jolene and the douche are so into each other; they don’t even notice me. I tap the guy’s shoulder, a little harder than necessary.

  “My turn,” I mumble.

  Without looking at me, he waves me away. “Get lost, dude. I saw her first.”

  This makes me laugh. He’s got balls, you’ve got to give him that.

  “I think it’s time for you to leave now.”

  Jolene looks over her shoulder, straight into my eyes. She must have recognized my voice. She narrows her eyes at me.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Did you really think you could go out without me, sugar?”

  Douchebag looks at me and then at Jolene. “Sugar?”

  I stand beside Jolene and drape my arm over her shoulder. “Yes. See my girlfriend here didn’t think it was necessary to tell me she was going out tonight, and especially not in this outfit.”

  “Your girlfriend?” he asks. He looks at Jolene. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

  He looks at me one more time but quickly realizes that he doesn’t want to start a fight with me. I laugh when he walks away, tail between his legs. What a loser! If I could score a girl like Jolene, I wouldn’t walk away that fast. I would fight for her but thank God this douche doesn’t have it in him. I would have hated to wipe the floor with him.

  Jolene looks at him while he walks away. I pull her closer to me, but she tries to get loose. I pull her even closer, and she bumps her ass into me to try to get away. But as soon as her body touches mine, she stills. It’s clear she’s felt what her little dance show did to me.

  I bring my mouth to her ear.

  “You don’t have to thank me for saving you from that creep, you know.”

  “Never in a hundred years. I know he’s the one who could give me what I want,” she snarls at me.

  I pull her harder against me and I have to smile when I hear a small moan escape her lips. I rub my nose on her neck. She can try to hide it, but I can see the effect I have on her. I can see it in the way her body reacts to me.

  “What is it that you’re looking for, Jolene?” I whisper in her ear. “You really think that loser can give you what you need?”

  With my free hand, I caress her arm, and it makes me smile to see goose bumps erupt where my hand just was. We’re standing close together on the dance floor, and to all the people around us, it seems like we’re dancing.

  “I can’t tell you that,” she says in a small voice.

  “Come on,” I encourage her. “Don’t get shy all of a sudden. I’ve seen you do naughtier things than this.”

  Still a little shy, she looks at her feet and I’m sure she’s remembering our encounter from last night. I don’t give her too much time to think because that will only make her more nervous.

  “Look around you.”

  At first, she looks at me confused, but then she does what I ask and looks around. I look to where she’s looking.

  “You see that guy with the blue shirt, at the end of the bar? He’s been looking at you all night. Now look down, Jolene and tell me what you see,” I force her.

  A deep shade of red appears on her cheeks. She’s not used to people being this direct with her, but she better gets used to it, because this is the real me. I never mince my words. Jolene looks away, but with my hand on her chin, I force her to keep looking.

  “Tell me what you see,” I ask again.

  “He’s turned on,” she whispers.

  “And what do you think turned him on?”

  She shrugs her shoulders.

  “It’s because of you Jolene. All the men here saw your little show tonight and I can tell you they are all turned on like that guy.” I push my hips against her, to make her feel my erection. “Including me.”

  She gasps.

  “I’m going to ask you this one more time, Jolene. So, before you say no, think hard. Come with me tonight and I will give you what you so obviously need. If you spend the night with me, all your old boyfriends will be forgotten. I will make this the best night of your life. Is that what you want, Jolene?”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if Max finds out?”

  “Don’t you worry about that. Trust me. Give me one night to change your mind.”

  I can see her thinking about it. She throws a look over her shoulder, directed at me, and I can see the last bit of doubt disappear.

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  I turn her around, so she has to face me. The small pink dot of her tongue glides over her lips, wetting them. She looks up at me with desire written all over her face. I touch her cheek with my thumb.

  “Tell me
what you want,” I demand.

  She looks at my mouth and then back up at me. “I want you to kiss me.”

  Her voice is hoarse with longing. I can feel her body thrumming with desire. Now I’m so close to her that her unique smell enters my nostrils.

  “Why?”

  She looks at me with those big green eyes of hers. Her long lashes move up and down quickly. Her gaze is hungry, looking for relief.

  “Because you want to. Because you want to know if my lips are as soft as you imagined them to be. The way you dreamt about them in your wildest fantasies.” She brings her head closer to mine and then whispers in my ear. “Because you can.”

  That’s all it takes. I press my lips against hers and kiss her. If I wasn’t lost before, then I am now. She’s right. I’ve fantasized about this, but her lips are way softer than I ever could imagine. She opens her mouth for me and I don’t waste another second. My tongue dives into her mouth and discovers every corner. Our tongues entangle, dancing an erotic tango. She moans into my mouth, and it sends shock waves of desire directly to my now painful erection.

  I suck on her bottom lip and then bite softly into it.

  “Ready to go to the hotel?”

  She gives me a small smile. “I thought you would never ask.”

  DURING THE SHORT RIDE to the hotel, we hardly say a word. The sexual tension in the car is rising higher and higher. You can almost hear it buzzing between us.

  Thank God it’s already late, so there’s no one in the hallway of the hotel when we walk to my room. Her brother is still at the club, but if someone else saw us and were to tell him, he would kill me with his bare hands. And I can’t blame him. If he finds out what I plan to do with his little sister... But fuck it, the attraction between us is just too big. Besides, she’s a grown woman, she’s perfectly capable of making her own decisions. She doesn’t need her big brother for that.

  I slide my keycard through the slot and the door opens with a beep. With my hand on her lower back, I escort her inside. I have her take a seat while I prepare us a drink from the minibar. This is the moment of truth. I’m curious when she’ll change her mind. It’s not a question of if but when it will happen. Because the things I’m willing to do to her will make her change her mind. I’m only wondering how long it will take.

  10

  Jolene

  I told myself a hundred times: public spaces only. A place where everyone can see us. That was my way to make sure to avoid any drama with a capital D. Because that’s the only thing that will come from this. Drama. But now I’m here, we’re here. Together. Alone. But there’s no other place I’d rather be.

  The temptation and the desire have been hanging around us since the first day and it has gotten the better of me. Since that first day he helped me with the coffee machine, he was never once out of my mind. This is the moment. The moment I’ve been waiting for.

  I know John fought against this attraction, but something this strong can’t be denied. So here I am. In his hotel room, on the couch, waiting for what’s about to happen.

  Adrenaline is pumping through my veins right now, but I’m determined to make this the best night of my life. Once and for all I have to know. How will the muscles on his back feel when he’s pumping inside me? How will it feel when his hands caress every inch of my body, where I long for his touch? Just by looking at John, I know he won’t treat me like I’m made of glass. When I look over to him, I notice the change in his demeanor. Gone is the look of hunger as if he was about to devour me. He now looks like I might run any second. He can push as hard as he wants, I’m not planning to run tonight.

  My whole life, I’ve done what people had expected of me. But that time is over. I want to prove to John that I’m not some silly girl who runs away at the sight of a small obstacle in the way. I’ve been through enough. After all this misery, I want to take back the reins of my life. No one can tell me what I can and cannot do. I’m ready to be myself.

  Besides, no one knows about this. Only me and John. The secrecy only adds to my desire for what’s about to happen. I might be a bit uncomfortable around him, but I plan on proving him I can take any challenge he throws my way.

  John goes over to the minibar to make a drink. He then sits right across from me but says nothing. Since we left the club, we’ve hardly spoken. The only thing between us is the tension of what’s to come. We didn’t need words for that, you could feel that all around us.

  Right now, I’m glad I decided to wear the red lace lingerie. First, I didn’t have the courage to wear my garters, but the lady at the lingerie store had convinced me I looked hot in it and that the guys loved that. What would John think of them? He’s probably had hundreds of women in his bed, most of them way prettier than me. And more experienced. My mind wanders, and that’s mostly because John just sits there and stares at me. What does he want from me?

  John is sitting, watching me intensely. He’s quiet. He crosses his leg, one hand resting on top of his thigh while the other is holding his drink. Every nerve in my body is on high alert. I still don’t know what he’s expecting from me. When I went to the club tonight, I was looking for a stranger. Someone I didn’t know, and someone who didn’t know me. A stranger to fuel my desire, just for one night. It sounded perfect in my head. But once I ran into John at the club, it was clear the night would take a turn in a very different direction. A potentially bad one. I never expected John to be the person to take me home. But the big question is, can I do this with him? Can I spend one night with him and then pretend like it never happened?

  John looks at me, I can see him swallow and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He takes his glass with an amber-colored liquid in it and drinks it in one gulp. He puts the empty glass down on the table next to him. All without looking away from my face.

  “Strip.”

  Uh, did he just say what I think he said?

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me.”

  His tone is arrogant but self-assured. Like I expected, he’s testing me. He wants me to run out of his room and he’s putting in some real effort here. But if I run, I’ll spend the night alone. Again. And I get to crawl into bed with the same unfulfilled feeling yet again. Well, if he thinks he has scared me off, he’s wrong. I thought after our kiss at the club; I made it clear that I wasn’t going to run, but apparently, I need to convince him some more.

  For a few seconds, I doubt myself. What the hell am I doing? But I don’t give myself the time to think and let the lust win over the fear. If I want to be in control of my own life again, there’s no better time than tonight to start.

  I’m feeling nervous, but I’m not letting John notice. I get up and pull the minidress over my head. I let it drop in a heap on the floor. Now I’m standing in front of him, only wearing my lingerie. I stick out my chin as if daring him to say something. I suppress the urge to cover my body with my hands. It’s a miracle I’m even able to stand on my two legs because they feel like jelly.

  John’s gaze wanders over my body and I’m happy I put some extra effort into picking my lingerie tonight. He’s still looking at me quietly. I know what he’s waiting for. I can see it in his eyes. Lust is gleaming in them. I move my hands to my back and unhook my bra. I pull it off and drop it on top of the dress. I kick off my shoes in the same direction. I unhook the garters from the stockings, hook my thumbs in my panties and pull the fabric down in one fluid motion. Finally, I take off the stockings and throw them on top of the pile of clothes.

  I’m now standing in front of him. Completely naked. He still hasn’t said a word, he only watches me, his gaze drinking me in. A long time passes and I’m unsure of what he wants. Just when I want to ask him, he gets up from the couch and walks in circles around me. If I thought I was nervous before, I was wrong. The closer he gets to me, the more nervous I get. It feels like I’m about to pass out.

  He comes to stand behind me and pulls my naked body against him. My breath stuck in my throat, I wait for his n
ext move. At his first touch, a shock wave passes through me. His hand glides over my stomach and he brings his mouth to my ear.

  “Last chance, Jolene. Are you sure?”

  Nothing or nobody is going to stop me now.

  “Yes,” I answer as determined as I can sound.

  He removes his hand, and I immediately miss the connection between us. He goes to the bathroom and disappears from sight, only to emerge a few seconds later. He stands behind me again, and he puts a blindfold over my eyes. Everything goes dark. He pulls me toward him, and I raise my hands to prevent myself from losing my balance. But I touch his crotch by accident.

  John chuckles in my ear. “I knew this blindfold would come in handy. Tonight, I hold the reins, Jolene. The only thing you need to do is scream. Scream out the pleasure I’m about to give you.”

  My body shivers with excitement. I don’t even doubt his words because I know he’ll make good on them. I almost jump out of my skin when John picks me up. He takes a few steps with me in his arms before he lays me down on the bed. He doesn’t hesitate and pushes my hands above my head. I feel him wrapping something around my wrists, probably a bathrobe belt. When he’s finished, I try to free my hands, but I can hardly move them. Nowhere for me to run now.

  And then... silence. Here I am, lying on the bed. Naked and tied. The only sound in the room is my own breath, short and brisk. Is he watching me? Is he going to leave me like this for a while? Is he still here? A thousand thoughts run through my mind. But then I hear a rustling noise in the background, and it makes me wonder. Is John getting undressed?

  No matter how turned on I am by the idea of this blindfold, I curse it at the moment. For days I’ve been fantasizing about the way John looks, but because of the blindfold, I can’t see him. I can feel movement on the end of the mattress, and then I feel the first touch. John’s fingers playfully glide over my body like he does his guitar. Controlled, self-assured, like he’s been doing it all his life. He seems to know what I want, even before I realize it myself. Because of the blindfold, I can feel his touch even more. Every caress feels more intense than the one before.