Awakened Desires (3 page)

“You okay here, or do you want to go back to my bed?” Her eyes were full of desire and her face was already flushed with heat.

“I’m good anywhere, love. Wherever you want to be…” I’d fuck her anywhere in that flat…the wall, the door, the couch, the chair, the counter, the shower, the table—any-
fucking
-where.

“I want to stay here,” she purred, leaning in for another kiss.

“So be it.” I kissed her and reached around to the back of her dress. The sound of the zipper descending made her groan as she kissed my neck. Her touch was as soft as feathers, like little butterflies dancing on my skin, and she was making me bloody mental. I was seconds from losing control.

I pulled her dress down, exposing her perfect breasts. The cream lace bra left nothing to the imagination. Her pink pretties were ready for me, just as they were when I was checking in at the hotel. I just stared at her, soaking her in.

“Kiss me, Gunther.” I obliged with zero hesitation. While latching onto one of those perky pink pretties, my hand found the other. She moaned and arched her spine, throwing her head back as I nibbled and squeezed.

She leaned forward, pressing her chest closer to my mouth. She yanked my shirt out of my trousers and peeled it off me. Her eyes darted around my torso, absorbing what she saw. Her fingers traced the edges of my tribal art.

“You have the body of a god,” she whispered in my ear.

“Fucked a lot of gods, have you?”

“Maybe,” she said in a rasp that drove me right to the edge. Game over, vixen. She was mine for the taking.

I yanked off her bra, grabbed her head, and forced her to my face. “I hope I’m the most memorable,” I growled. My lips were so close to hers, you couldn’t fit a sheet of paper between them.

“I have a distinct feeling you will be.” She stood up and shimmied out of her dress. I reached out and tore off her lacy cream-colored little triangle, throwing it off to the side.

Bloody fucking hell. “Holy fuck, baby. Look at you.”

“See something you like?” she smirked.

Her fiery waves flowed over her shoulders, gently brushing over her breasts. Her pink pretties were swollen. She had the smallest of pooches that worked perfectly with the curve of her hips. And John Thomas’ parking spot had a glorious narrow strip of trimmed ginger hair leading to her already slick fanny. Her thighs were creamy and divine. I could look at her all night long.

She reminded me of Botticelli’s
Birth of Venus
. I needed to get into her clam shell. “I like everything. Come here. Now.” I grabbed her hand and yanked her down on top of me again. Then I growled in her ear, “I’m going to spread you wide and fuck you until you scream over and over again.”

“Please,” she said while her chest pumped up and down with every word. “I need that.” I grabbed her hand and put it on J.T. I was rock hard and twitching.

“You need this, baby?” I rubbed her hand up and down my length, making sure she felt every inch. I wanted her to know exactly what she was going to get.

“God, yes,” she moaned.

“What are you waiting for then?”

She unfastened my trousers and pulled them off, along with my socks and shoes. She trailed her tongue up my defined calf to the leg of my boxers. She nipped at my skin. She had better be careful because that could be dangerous. Then she yanked down my boxers and tossed them behind her.

With admiration, she looked at me sitting there in all my glory. I stroked J.T. and asked, “Like something?”

At first, she seemed frightened…most do. Then she said, “Good god, yes.” She licked me all the way up to my hip. I laid my head back on the cushion, knowing what she was about to do. And then she did. I sucked in a deep breath as she swallowed J.T.—entirely.

“Fuuuuck.” I looked down at her while she looked up at me through those thick lashes and teary eyes. My jaw was hanging open. I couldn’t help it. Her mouth was ecstasy, her tongue worked every bulging vein and hard ridge. She dragged her teeth all the way up and nipped at J.T’s tip. I let out a loud exhale while I watched her swallow me over and over and over again. That impressed me because it only ever happened on a rare occasion. Most would stop halfway down and then palm me to the base, which was not nearly as good at what she was doing.

I couldn’t take it anymore and it was time for more. Shifting my hips, I pumped up a few times, causing her to choke. My lips curled up into a smile that only the devil understood. She released me with a smack of her lips.

“What are you trying to do to me, Gunther?” She put on her best pouty face. I wanted to bite that bottom lip of hers. “Was I not good enough?”

“You are amazing. Come up here and I will show you what I need.” She slithered her way up to me, making sure to rub her beautiful breasts on J.T. I grabbed her, pulling her up faster. “Ride me, now,” I barked.

“Yes, sir.” I lifted her up and, with all of my might, I forced her down on me at the same time I shoved my hips up. She cried out as I invaded her tight, sweet heat.

Tightest. Core. Ever.

“How’s that, baby?” I fisted her hair and yanked her head away from my neck. Her breath kept catching in her throat and tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Her face was twisted up with pain. When I realized she was struggling with my size, I needed to calm her or it would end right then, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I let go of her hair and spoke softly in her ear. “Hey. Relax. Shh…just relax. Just breathe.” She let out a few whimpers. I pulled her in close and held her. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “You want to stop? It’s all right if you want to.” It wasn’t all right, but I had to look like a gentleman. She breathed deep a few times.

“No.” Her voice was meek as she fought her tears. Bloody hell. I felt like a total fucking arseface. I traced my fingers up and down her back. Normally I wouldn’t care but, for some reason, seeing her in so much pain caused
me
pain.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I really did feel bad. She looked like she was in a lot of pain, and I knew pain all too well. But she looked to be in more than I was plagued with on a regular basis.

“It’s fine,” she choked out. “I’m just not used to a man like you.” I smiled inwardly. Was she saying that J.T. was a giant? I do believe so. He speaks for himself.

“We can take it slow.” She nodded into my shoulder. “Let me know when you’re ready. Take your time.” We sat together for a couple minutes, quiet and still. My hands were gentle and resting on her hips, waiting for her to give me the go-ahead. I felt her body relaxing, melting into me.

Her apprehension was evident as she spoke into my neck. “I think I’m ready.”

“You sure?” She nodded again. “I promise you, this will soon feel beyond good.” J.T. kicked inside of her and she inhaled sharply.

I pulled her up a few inches, pushing in and out of her at a slow pace. She weighed nothing in my arms. She was so tight, and I was unable to move with ease, which was killing me. That hadn’t happened in such long time for me. I needed to control myself or J.T. would explode at any second.

After about a minute or so, she moaned, lifting her head and tipping it back. Her chest was pumping up and down with heavy breaths. Finally, time for the good stuff.

“How’s that feel?” I growled.

“Oh, god…it’s so good. You feel so good,” she moaned. “I feel so full…so stretched.”

“I knew you would like me in due time. Let’s lie down.”

I wrapped my arms around her and turned us over into the missionary position. Not my favorite, but I was going to take care of her needs. She gave me the impression that she liked it rough, but maybe she wasn’t ready for what I was able to dish out. My lips were gentle as I kissed her from her pulsing carotid to her lips. “You still okay?”

“God, yes. Take me.”

I started pumping into her. J.T’s tip punched her inner limits over and over again. She was moaning like crazy, and I was enjoying the sounds that came out of her pretty little mouth. I saw and felt her rising. She was shaking and her muscles were tightening down. Not that she could get any tighter, but she managed to do it.

“Reach down and touch yourself.” I lifted my body up and watched her run her hand down her stomach. She massaged her sensitive nub as I watched myself pump in and out of her. Bloody hell. “You look so fucking fit doing that.” I continued to pump into her while she massaged. I closed my eyes, feeling myself ready to plaster her insides with my seed.

Twenty-something exploded under me. She screamed my name, and that’s what did it for me. I took advantage of the moisture she poured onto me, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. With a furious passion, I pounded into her. She gripped her arms around me so tight, almost like if she didn’t, I would have fucked her right through the couch and onto the floor.

I couldn’t deal with the missionary bullshit anymore and needed to be behind her. That was my favorite. “Turn over,” I demanded. I pulled out and she flipped over. Sitting back on my knees, I held slicked-up J.T. in my hand, and pulled her down on top of me. She let out a delicious groan as I slid into her with ease. She was more than ready for me that time.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pumped up into her. I wasn’t going to hold back. She was slick, hot, and going with the flow.

“Oh, fuck, Carly. You feel so fucking good.” It was so true. She did feel amazing. Her core was gripping onto J.T., and I was shattering behind her.

“Come for me, Gunther.” As if on cue, I completely lost it. I threw my head back and growled through clenched teeth. My seed burst into her over and over. I let out a roar that I hadn’t heard come out of me before. I hadn’t come that hard in ages…maybe ever.

“Fuuuuck,” I growled in her ear, pumping a few more times until she had milked me for every last drop. My body shuddered. Twenty-something looked over her left shoulder and I kissed her. Not something I usually do after a good fucking, but she needed it.

“Will you cuddle with me for a few minutes before you take off?”
Oh shit, not that.
I had zero cuddling skills.

“Sure.”
What the hell am I doing?
Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. I needed to get the fuck out of there.

I laid us down on the couch with my back to the room, enjoying the cool air creeping up my sweaty arse. Mindlessly, my fingertips ran up and down her arm, making her shiver.

“You cold, love?” I murmured in her ear.

“A little.” I busted out my gentleman once again and grabbed the throw that was on the arm of the couch above us, pulling it over her. She moaned in pleasure and pressed her body further into me. I smiled. Maybe the whole fuck and cuddle thing wasn’t so bad after all. I thought about trying it again at a later point. It was much different than my usual “fuck them and push them out the door” routine. In this case, I would be the one running out the door.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you,” she sighed.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes before she spoke again, “Gunther?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I had no idea why she was thanking me. “For?”

“Being tender. I know you were ready for some rough stuff. Obviously, I wasn’t expecting what you were dishing out.” And there it was.

“That’s all right.” I kissed her shoulder. Shit was starting to get deep, which meant it was time for me to flee. “Ahh…listen, I’ve got to get going. I have to be up early in the morning for a meeting.” She shifted around to face me. Jesus Christ, she was beautiful in her afterglow.

“Right. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

I got up and found my boxers. As I went to pull them on, I noticed a decent amount of blood on my short hairs. Christ!
You have got to be fucking kidding me
!

“Carly?” I was so pissed, but I didn’t want her to get all mental on me, so I kept my cool and my emotions in check.

“Hmm?” she moaned.

“You were a virgin, weren’t you?” A heavy silence filled the room. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I heard her sit up on the couch as I was buttoning my shirt. I couldn’t look at her because she would have seen the fire in my eyes.

“Would you have still done this with me if I said I was?”

“Probably not. You want your first time be special. Not with some arse you just met a few hours ago.”

“I’m fine with my choice. I’m sorry if I led you on.” She sounded disappointed in my reaction.

I slid on my shoes and grabbed my jacket, shaking my head. Virgins always wanted more, and that was precisely what I didn’t need. “Look, don’t get me wrong. It was amazing.
You
were amazing. I enjoyed myself and I hope you did, as well, but instead of acting experienced, be truthful next time. You can really give a guy a major case of the head-fucks. Some guys aren’t like me. Some would have continued the route that we were going, and they could have hurt you—badly, Carly. You get me?”

“Point taken. I guess this means I won’t be seeing you again, besides at the hotel.” She still sounded disappointed. I looked back at her. She had the blanket pulled up around her chest, covering herself up while she was picking at the fibers.

“I’ll think about.”
No! Christ. What the hell am I saying? Bloody mind slap!

“Okay,” she whispered. She was defeated, but whatever. I needed to get out of there.

“Goodbye, Carly.” I threw my jacket over my shoulder and headed for the door.

“’Bye,” she whispered as I closed the door behind me.

I stepped out into the hall and headed for the bank of elevators.
God, what the fuck was she thinking? She could have been seriously hurt.
I kept pushing the down button until the door slid open. I rode back down to the lobby, shaking my head the entire way.