Stricken Desire (13 page)

“Don’t cry baby.” I wipe the tears clinging
to his cheeks. He’s so raw and open and it’s so hot.

“You just make me so happy.” He smiles.

“I know baby. You make me happy too, so
happy. So be with me. All of me.” I purr this time. And bite my lip
nervously.

“I can’t make love to you baby. Not tonight.”
He states. Less emotional than I wanted.

“Why?” I whine.

“I didn’t come here for that and I don’t want
you regretting it tomorrow. I just want to make YOU feel good. I
don’t care about me. I want you.”

“And you have me and I want all of you too. I
want to touch you. I need you inside of me. Please do that for me.
Please make love to me. Please put your cock in me baby. I need it.
I need it so bad. Please…” I trail off.

He adjusts and kneels between my legs I can
see his shorts are soaked from pre-come on the front which just
fuels my fire. I burn my eyes into his. I need him to know that I
want this I need him inside of me. I have never been more certain
about anything else in my life. My pussy is pounding just for
him.

‘Please’ I mouth.

He looks down over my entire body and rubs a
few more tears from his eyes. And nods. He steps off the side of
the bed and steps out of his boxers. His cock springs free and fuck
yes it’s just like I thought it’s huge. And breathtakingly
beautiful and I can feel my mouth salivating over my want to suck
it. But I’ll have to do that another night if I get that lucky.

He speeds between my legs and ready’s himself
above me I can feel his thick head slide between the folds of my
hot awaiting sex.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yessss...” I hiss.

He presses the head in slightly holding his
hand on his cock to guide himself into me. He’s hard and I’m so
tight.

“I’m sorry baby I’m so big. I don’t want to
hurt you. Your still sure right baby? We can stop now.”

I smirk and let out a short giggle.
“Johnathan look at me.” He does directly in my eyes. He looks so
young and vulnerable. It almost breaks my heart.

“Does it look like I don’t want you?”

He shakes his head no.

“That’s right baby because I don’t just want
you inside me sweetheart. I NEED you. I need to feel you, all of
you.”

He exhales hard his body relaxes relieving a
lot of unwanted tension.

Feeding himself into me inch by inch I spread
open for him. I fit like a glove over his cock. He stops and pauses
once he’s completely inside me.

I pull his hand from between my legs and tug
him into my arms. His chest rests on mine sort of. I’m five two and
he’s six five. So I am completely covered by a giant muscle-bound
sex god. I trace the lines of his back with my fingers.

“Your skins so soft.” I comment. “It’s okay
to start honey.”

But he’s still. He won’t move in our out of
me. I can’t see his face but his body is soft and melded against
mine. He so romantic and sweet and perfect. Just like my first time
should have been. That was a terrible experience. This is amazing
with an amazingly pain in the ass man. But a man who I adore. For
now.

“I can’t.” he mumbles

“Why?” I whispers and lick his chest with my
tongue. I was right it’s salty and soapy and delicious. Even better
than what I thought. I can hear a light moan escape his mouth.

“I’m going to be very bad in bed.”

I laugh rather loudly and he turns to face me
and his face is stone hard serious. I caress his back.

“No you can’t be bad in bed. It’s not humanly
possible.” I smile. He is so nervous. For a man who’s slept with a
lot of women. Oh god don’t think about that right now! Total turn
off!

“Yes… Yes… it is… If I move in and out just
once maybe twice if I am lucky I am going to come and I mean hard.
And I want to come in you. I know I shouldn’t but I do. I’ve never
had unprotected sex in my entire life not once. Is that okay?”

Well yes I guess I was stupid and didn’t even
think about that. Should be fine. My periods are irregular and my
docs told me like twenty million times I will probably never have a
baby. Oh man maybe we should have had that talk before he decided
he loved me. I can’t have kids. I have a tilted uterus and
endometriosis. That would be a buzz kill now. So I guess I should
just let this happen. No use in over thinking everything in life.
For once I need to go with the fucking flow. Stacy would be so
proud of me. Okay maybe not. Oh shit! Stop thinking. Stop thinking
right now! You’ll ruin this!

“Baby you’re tuning out again. Am I not
turning you on enough?”

“I was just making sure I am okay with what
you asked me silly. How are you still hard without moving?
Shouldn’t he be a sleep by now?”

“He’s never a sleep around you and never will
be. He couldn’t even if he tried. I know because I’ve tried to make
him. You’re like his own personal drug made just for him.” He
smiles. “So…?”

“Sweetheart come in me. I would love that
with you and only you and when you finish if you can keep him awake
we’ll go for round two.” I wink.

He lowers his head and rests his forehead on
mine.

“I am never ever going to be able to get
enough of you. I hope you realize that.”

Oh my god he’s so sweet. My heart reaches out
my chest and the butterflies in my tummy are going crazy. Can he be
any more perfect in this moment? I think not.

“Just get on with it will ya.” I joke and
smack him on the ass. Hot damn it’s rock solid too. Milk does a
body good! Real good!

“Yes Ma’am.” He moans and pulls out and
gently slides back in. I am so wet for him and stretched just to
his size.

“Oh baby I told you this was going to
be….Oh…..” he slides in and out slowly I can feel him all the way
into my belly. He’s so big and thick. “Oh…Emily… Oh… Yessss. You’re
so sweet and so tight.” He thrusts harder.

“That’s it baby. I want my big man to come
for me. Fill me up baby… fill me.” I moan.

“Ahhh!!!! Emily!!!!” he comes hard slamming
into me over and over! His body arches and I hold onto his hips
wrapping my legs around him. His hot semen spurts into me and sets
me off. Oh god that feels awesome. Oh yes. Yes. I scream out his
name and crawl at his back. My pussy tightens around his cock
sucking it dry. I need more I want more. The craving is
intense.

He pumps harder never going soft. His come
just makes for more lube and we make love three more times before
he goes limp and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms hard around
him melding him to me.

“That was awesome.“ he says and kisses me on
the forehead and then pecks me on the lips breathing heavy.

“Guess you won’t be needing cardio tomorrow.”
I kid.

“No, I’ll never need it again now that I have
you. I can’t get enough of you.” He nuzzles into my neck, pecks it
a few times and rolls off top of me. I instantly feel lost. My
heart aches again. I need him close. Man I am pathetic. This is
stupid and ridiculous. I need help. Serious help. Who in the world
knew that having mind-blowing sex with the sexiest man alive would
make you this crazy? I wish I’d have known or I probably would have
steered clear. Well maybe not. But who knows. I’ve got him now at
least for tonight.

He lays on his side and props his arm up
under his head.

“So….?” He trails his finger down my stomach
and back up circling around one of my erect nipples.

“So…. What?” I add.

“Was this a onetime thing or not?” his
vulnerability is gone and his voice is on guard.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I thought it was
fantastic. Maybe we can do it again once or twice.” I wink and give
him a naughty little smirk.

I’m not sure if he’s buying it.

“I hope so baby. I don’t know what I would do
if I couldn’t make love to you all the time. You feel so good. I
love you so much baby.” He leans over and kisses my shoulder. My
heart melts again.

I don’t want to ruin the mood by telling him
I don’t know how I feel about him. Sure in the throes of passion I
needed him and wanted him and yes my heart aches when I am not
touching or around him. But that doesn’t mean this is something. I
don’t believe in love at first sight like he apparently does and I
don’t even know if what I feel for him is love or extreme passion
or a mixture. It could just be I’m a horny bitch and need a good
romping. I also don’t know if I should tell him that he just came
me my first G spot orgasms. Chris and I had sex but I never came
that way I played with myself because he wouldn’t touch me and
that’s how I got off. But Johnathan he hit all the right spots.
Which I kind of expected him to considering his vast amounts of
experience. I came twelve times tonight. I counted. He had four and
that’s impressive for a man. Most of my female friend which I don’t
have many. There men are one timers and I know Stacy can go upwards
of twice. Yeah we’ve had that conversation before. It was weird on
my end but he’s been more than willing to share his secrets with me
and seemingly only me. Which I guess I can say the same for him for
most things in life. But sleeping with Johnathan might not want to
be a subject I should brooch with him. First off he just told me he
wanted me for our whole friendship and I go off and fuck his boss.
Well we didn’t fuck. We made love. And I mean that. There was
passion and feelings behind the whole thing for both of us. Even if
I hate to admit it. It’s bloody true. Although my timing couldn’t
have been worse in regards to Stacy. He might just hate me after
this. And I don’t mean the fighting and I hate you for a week but
the forever kind. This will most likely fuck up his head. Man I
feel like a bitch now. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh yeah I
wasn’t I was feeling and touching and licking. Great now I fit into
the; I’ve-fucked-Johnathan Striker category and I’ll be another
notch in his very long bedpost. He thought I might do this. I might
regret it. I am seriously starting to. God could I be more of an
idiot? Nope, probably not. Nothing like letting your hormones and
pussy talk for you. They screw your life up.

Johnathan has magic words and a magic cock.
No wonder woman open there legs for him. He wouldn’t have to put in
that much of an effort but I am sure he does. That dirty talk and
reassurance does wonders in the sack. I know it made me want him
more. I am such a terrible person. Can he cry on cue? I bet he can.
God, he probably think’s I am such a sucker and can’t wait to leave
once I pass out.

I look over and holy shit he’s already a
sleep naked next to me. Okay maybe he doesn’t care about the
sleeping part. My bed is comfortable. I massage my temples.

Oh and how stupid was I? The
I-don’t-want-to-have-sex-with-you ploy, makes you want it even
more. He’s got game and a whole boat load of it. My pussy is in
serious trouble. I am not going to feed her for a very very very
long time. No touching, defiantly no sex. Nothing! That’s what she
gets for being a greedy little whore! I am going to have to go to
the docs and get tested soon. I don’t want an STD. Sure they have a
box of condoms in the bus. But he didn’t bring any with him or he
would have used them, which tells me right there that he does this
all the fucking time. Playing the whole: Oh, innocent me I’ve never
had sex without a condom. I call BULL SHIT! I know I haven’t, well
except now. But I’ve also only ever had one partner and now two.
Still low in the numbers. Nothing to be worried about, other than
maybe contracting herpagonasyphilaids (herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis,
aids). What the hell was I thinking?

Oh fuck it. I’ll enjoy tonight and tomorrow I
can face that facts that I just got played by the master. The sex
was amazing and to be honest I’ll never forget it for the rest of
my existence and not because it’s Johnathan Striker, the lead
singer of Stricken but because it actually was the best. It was
soft and meaningful and he was so attentive and caring. Something
I’ve never seen out of him before. His vulnerability or what looked
like it was out in full force and my heart wanted him. It still
does but that’ll change tomorrow. I have to not let this happen
again. I can’t be a sex with benefits kind of gal. And that’s
thinking he’ll still want that with me.

I slide off the bed snatch up the covers that
somehow made their way onto the floor. I lay back down and toss
them over both of us. I cuddle up close to him and wrap my body
around his. He looks so beautiful and peaceful when he sleeps. He’s
nearly soundless and his face is soft and gentle. Oh there goes the
heart aching again. I can’t help it. The smell of sex is floating
in the air and it smells divine. Who would have thought sex smells
good? But it does, at least when we do it. I am full of his come. I
can feel it seeping out between my legs. But I don’t want to wash
him off yet, not now. I’ll let it stay in me. I need it to. I need
to mark this day for the rest of my life. It will go down as the
most passionate sex ever and when I grow up and marry another man
who can’t give me that kind of passion but loves me and supports me
I can look back and say that I’ve felt that kind of passion before.
I did tonight and for that I will always cherish Johnathan. Even if
most of the time I want to jump him with a baseball bat.

I sit up and stretch and I am alone in bed. I
figured this would happen. I kind of called it. It feels empty and
cold in my hotel room and I hate it. I turn and see that it’s, holy
shit three thirty in the afternoon. I slept a long time. We didn’t
get to sleep until a little after five but I slept really long. I
never sleep that long. His clothes are gone. No, note, no nothing.
My heart breaks just a little more. What should I expect? I guess I
was just praying deep down that I was wrong about what last night
was. But I called it. Nailed it right on the head. How
disappointing.