by Anna Collins
I was unmindful of everything around me. Why on earth did I agree to play as Robert Hudson? Why didn't I leave earlier? Why did I let her affect me in this way?
All I could think of was Freya. How could I forget the look in her eyes when saw me while we made passionate love last night. Then it hurt more than anything else when she told that the look, the feelings weren't for me. I never felt this betrayed before. This was a lot more painful than rejection.
Fucking hell. I was pissed with myself. Pissed that I let myself become vulnerable.
Aargh! I rammed my fist into the oil tank.
I just wanted to escape from all this.
Why was I thinking about it? I have already left it far behind me. Freya Lawrence was nothing to me, nothing at all. Yes, I did owe her some money but I intend to return them ASAP. I swore not to see her face again. Even my rivals from the warrior motorcycle gang seemed to be better in her comparison, at least they didn't make me suffer emotionally.
I stopped the bike at the end of the road to check my phone. Sammy was to return my call. Sammy was missing me, he somehow got the news that I was in New York and by co-incidence he also happened to be in the same city. I had borrowed his bike as my one stayed back in Dallas.
On swiping the phone, I saw several missed calls from Shawn and Freya. As if I cared, I even deleted their messages even before reading them. I had made the mistake of trusting them once and I ought to never make that mistake again.
My phone rang again and Shawn's number flashed on it. Well, I didn't have any problems with Shawn, with that thought I received the call.
"Dude! where the hell are you? You can't imagine how much Freya was worried about you. I mean she was on the verge of crying" said Shawn.
"Huh! better check it, man, maybe she was crying for that stuffy pants Robert Hudson" I smirked.
"Hey, cool it. You guys fought again, didn't you? Anyways is Freya with you? I can't find her anywhere" his voice was filled with panic.
"Screw Freya! I will be happy if no one ever found her again" I spoke angrily and cut the call then threw it away on the footpath, the phone immediately crushed into pieces. Again my mind went into a haze as if this thing wasn't happening for the very first time.
Freya
I opened my eyes but the cloudy vision refused to disappear. The surface under my back appeared to be very rough and that's when I figured it out that I was laying on something. Jeez! did I pass out or what? Gathering all the strength of my body I sat up.
After blinking my eyes a few times, the vision was much clear now. I looked around; I was surrounded by walls, which appeared to be made of stones. A few lanterns were hanging here and there. The walls were covered in a thick meshwork of spider webs. It didn't take rocket science to make out that I was sitting inside a cave.
Holding my head in my hands I walked ahead to find the exit door. The place smelled like that of rotten meat and I was afraid that I might puke.
After running around here and there in that small cave, my doubt was cleared. That woman, or whatever she was had trapped me here on purpose. She made me unconscious and then brought me here. Her kidnapping skills were very good, she had done this to me before also.
Maybe she was thinking that Zack would get all tensed up by my absence and might actually show up here to save me.
I sighed, little did she know, no one was worried about me. And Zack, not a chance in the world.
"No one is coming to save you Freya. You are on your own, now prepare to die" I said to myself and leaned my head against a stone wall which looked a bit cleaner than the other dirty ones.
I closed my eyes, maybe because I was too weak and tired.
"Hey, I'm always there with you. Look in your heart and you will find me right there" said my most favorite voice in this entire world. I opened my eye and found Robert kneeling down right next to me.
The yellow flames of the lantern were glowing in his ocean blue eyes, it seemed like fire was trying to mingle with water.
I kept staring at him.
He smiled affectionately at me, then frowned as he touched the wound on my forehead with his fingertips.
"I will kill her for hurting you" he clenched his fists.
"Is it paining?" he asked, the deep concern n was pouring out from his voice. I didn't care if I died right now.
"Kiss me, and the pain will go away," I said like a little child.
He smiled and kissed on my forehead.
My eyes selfishly drank in the sight of him. The hard set of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes told me that he'd finally come for what he wanted.
He stared into my wide chocolate colored eyes and I was lost. A golden light glowed from behind him and caressed the dark strands of his silky mane. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but I quickly banished the thought from my mind. I still remembered the flammable passion, the piercing sensations, and the rapturous highs.
The heady masculine scent that always clung to his skin washed over me. I swayed gently. He placed his hands on my shoulders to steady me. His heat seared my bare flesh. Without knowing how it happened, I was suddenly wrapped up in his arms, pressed tight against him. My eyes closed and his stare when to my full lips as they parted softly on a quick breath. Carefully, he rubbed his cheek against my smooth hair. I smelled like jojoba and rose: Pure Seduction from Victoria's Secret. His grip on me tightened slightly when I stayed in his arms.
I couldn't resist him once those strong arms were around me. I was sunk. It felt so very wonderful to be able to simply savor the feel of him, the sight of him, the scent of him. I wanted to experience all the pleasures I had forbidden myself from having. I wanted to be completely lost in him. My hands slid over his shoulders to sift through his hair. At last, I raised my eyes to his. His gaze was searching, looking for something that he apparently found. A smile curved his touchable lips as he looked into my drugged stare. Tenderly, he took my hand in his and led me down to somewhere.
It was a beautiful garden, filled with green trees and had all my favorite flowers planted in them. There were lilies, orchids, and roses of every color. The whole place was brightly lit with thousands of Chinese lanterns, each with a different color. The cupid shaped fountain was pouring out streams of champagne. The red heart on the cupid fountain started emitting sparkling substances as I looked at it. I looked at him and found that he was staring at me already. "Come" he offered as he lead me onto soft, dewy grass.
Together, hand in hand, we walked on the winding brick path into the rose garden. Looking into my eyes, he took off his black jacket and spread it carefully on a large stretch of grass. Smiling, I lay gently on top of the jacket, facing him with soft welcome. I reached out for him and he came without hesitation. The two of us were filled with a sense of wonder at how we were both getting what we had craved for so long.
He covered my body with him, matching his hardness to my curves. Ripples of excitement rolled like waves through me. A small moan passed my lips. I noticed his breathing was now ragged like my own. I raised my lips for the first kiss and he happily accommodated me.
His lips were a contradiction: soft and firm at the same time. My hands clutched at his shoulders while he thrust his tongue provocatively into my mouth. He explored my mouth like an expert, drinking in my taste. My tongue met his and we devoured each other. It seemed that no matter how much I got of him, it would never be enough. I felt like I would always crave him, whether we were together or apart.
He broke away panting and stared at my kiss-swollen lips. His eyes burned and I watched him as he knelt above me. I lay back and offered myself to his advances. His hand brushed through my wavy hair. His smile was full of genuine affection. After brushing his lips over mine in a light kiss, he skimmed them over my jaw, my slender neck, and my collar bone. Light gasps of pleasure and rumbling feminine groans issued from my throat.
He kissed and licked his way to the flesh swelling above the top of my dress. He seemed to grow more uninhibited as he
heard my moans of ecstasy. The weight of him settled on top of me and I could feel him aroused against my belly. The fire within me burned even hotter; my back arched off the ground to bring my body closer to him. The zipper on the back of my dress was undone with deft fingers. His capable hands slid over the smooth skin of my back, and further down still. He cupped me in his hands, groaning with pleasure. I felt frantic with the need to feel his bare skin against mine. In my hurry to take his shirt off, the buttons popped and landed somewhere unnoticed. My palms ran over his torso hungrily. I wanted so badly to know every plane of his body.
I was so caught up in him that I didn't even realize that he'd begun to remove my dress until it was discarded on the grass. I no longer cared about anything else.
He dipped his head and flicked his tongue over a hard nipple, making me thrash beneath him. His hot lips closed around the pink flesh and my hips jerked up against his. I couldn't contain the delicate whimpers that filled the air between us. I continued to squirm under his masculine assault. The surprising scrape of teeth made my sharp groan pierce the quiet of our stolen haven. The painful pleasure of his attention caused me to tear my nails down his bare back. The feel of his muscles fluttering strongly beneath my hands made the wet heat between my thighs all the more evident. Before much longer, he removed my red silk panties. Thought ceased and instinct took control.
Bending upwards, I sink my teeth into his shoulder while my nails bite into his upper back. He growled like a wild animal, low and rumbling. Driven by some primitive force, I slide my hands down his chest, over his stomach, to his belt. I unbuckled his belt and he moved away just far enough to strip off his pants and everything else. Even that small distance caused me to murmur a complaint. He returned quickly, nude and hot.
The first touch of his naked body to mine was a shock; it ignited potent flames of need in the core of me. He struggled to win back control and I knew that I had to have him. I wanted him to make me his. I wanted all of him, and I wanted him to give me memories that I would never be able to forget. No matter how the morning after went, I would always remember this erotic escape for the rest of my life.
His fingertip made its way to my wet pussy, caressing the bud he found within my soft petals. I sobbed at the exquisite pleasure. I gasped when he slipped two fingers smoothly inside me. I knew he could feel how ready he had made me. I know it must have taken a lot for him to hold back, but he looked at me one last time for permission. I knew he didn't want to give me a reason to regret something as beautiful as this. I reached for him so that he could be sure I wanted him tonight. My curvy hips lifted up to cradle his. Positioning himself between my bent thighs, he slides his hands beneath me to raise my body to him.
In one sharp, long thrust he was inside me. He took a moment to absorb the feeling of being buried inside me. I tightened myself around him, squeezing my inner muscles gently. He slid back, then thrust in again, hard and rough the way he knew I wanted it. I clung to him, afraid to be lost in the excitement. I whimpered his name. My torso was undulating in rolling waves. Some restraint inside of him broke, releasing a primal savagery.
He stroked me harder and rougher. The brush of his chest on my breasts aroused me further. I was scratching, biting, groaning and moaning. I begged for more and pleaded for everything. Before long, we couldn't stand the pain of so much pleasure. With one deep thrust of his hardness inside me, a dam broke, flooding me with sensation. As I climaxed around him, his release began. He moaned and it sounded like it was ripped from his body. The world broke in a Technicolor explosion, dousing us both in vivacious color.
A feeling of complete satisfaction cloaked me in warmth. Minutes later he was putting on his pants quietly. I was afraid he was leaving me already, but he turned to me with a tender grin and that fear fled. I gave him a shy smile as I slipped his suit jacked around me.
I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his strong shoulders, broad back as he leaned into me. We opened our mouths to each other and his tongue found mine.Our embrace was now hot and heavy, our tongues entwined, deep within each other's mouths, it felt like forever and no time all. Suddenly, his mouth was on me. Soft, intense, warm lips pressing into mine. God, how I needed him.
This was just a kiss and I was already losing my mind. His hands started roaming my body as I raised my hands to run them through his hair. That thick head of hair I had wanted to touch for so long. He traced my jaw gently with his fingertips and pulled my mouth even harder onto his, and I thought I was going to go over the edge.
Chapter Seventy-Five
Freya
He had dropped his mouth to my neck as I moaned. His warm, strong hands were caressing my skin, his hands wrapped around my waist - thumbs pressing into my belly, fingertips on my back. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. His head dipped deeper, seeking the valley at the base of my neck. I was not going to make it. My knees buckled slightly and he wrapped one arm around me to support me.
I liked the feel of him on me, the fire burning in my body was spurned on by his breath, his touch, and his lips. Slowly, looking into my eyes, he slipped his hand between my legs. When I didn't move away, we kissed again, more passionately than before, as his fingers explored my pussy.
How many times had I gazed longingly at those strong arms? How many nights had I fantasized about how they would feel wrapped around me? How short I had fallen in imagining what it would be like.
Every movement he made caused my breath to catch slightly. Gentle at first, we explored each other's lips and tongues with increasing fervor. I felt his hands on my waist, clutching me firmer with each passing of our tongues. Quickly our kiss turned from innocent to passionate, my knees started to buckle with intense pleasure, but under his firm embrace, I remained standing, although barely.
Our bodies were pressed together while we embraced, and I could feel every inch of him against me. I felt his cock hard against my thigh, and this raised my awareness of what was happening.
His kisses were hot, wet, passionate, but his fingertips were so delicate it almost tickled. This was torture. Digging my fingers into his back I quietly whispered "please!" He paused but ignored me, flicking his tongue over my skin as if to taunt me even further. "PLEASE," I moaned. Acquiescing, he began to unbutton my shirt. I began to shower his jaw with kisses, nibbling along the way. My tongue found his ear and I rejoiced in making his knees buckle a little. All's fair...
When his fingertips entered me, we both moaned.He moved in and out of me, making me wetter with each second, first one finger, then two. He moved them deeper into me, in and out, rubbing my clit at the same time, getting me as wet and excited as I have ever been in my life.
His mouth moved ever lower, finding the lacy edge of my bra. "Oh, my," he breathed. "I wasn't expecting that." What can I say?
He pulled me close to him again and began to play with the top edge of my bra. Again, with the fingers dipping just below the edge. I grabbed his ass and pulled him even closer. God, I love a nice ass. Suddenly, he dipped his fingers under my bra and squeezed my nipple, hard. Moaning, I grabbed his face with two hands and kissed him, harder. Now it was on. He kept alternating between rolling my nipple hard between his fingers and brushing it lightly with the back of his hand. He slowly, teasingly pulled my left bra cup down to get better access. Then, he quickly pulled the other side down so I was exposed to him and my breasts were pushed up, nipples hard and begging for more.
As I sat, he kissed me again and leaned into me as we both fell onto the bed.
Kissing his way back down my neck, he pressed his thumbs hard into my nipples, then pinched them both again. He kissed his way around my right breast, circling ever closer until I thought I was going to go crazy if he didn't take me into his mouth. I could feel him there, mouth hovering right over me but not touching. Then slowly, I felt his warm tongue rake across my nipple. My back arched as I moaned again and tried to press myself into him. "Hmmm..." he said and moved his mouth to the other side to repeat his ac
tion. Same response. Returning his hand to my right side, he repeated his earlier ministrations while diving into my left breast with his mouth. Tongue swirling, he sucked my nipple hard until it felt it grew another half inch, then nipped me with his teeth and then swirled his tongue again. And again. I was moaning so loudly at this point and my panties were soaked. "I think you need a little break," he smiled and switched sides to repeat his attentions.
As his mouth worked on my right nipple, his hand snaked down my belly and over my jeans. Using his middle finger, he put pressure right where I needed him most and I knew I was so wet I had soaked through my pants. I moaned again and lifted my hips, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Pausing and lifting his mouth, he said, "I think you could cum just from me sucking on your tits." If words alone could make me cum, that would have done it.
It was time for me to make a move - that or melt into a puddle of nothingness. No man should look as good as he does in just a t-shirt and jeans, but it was time to get that shirt off. I pushed him over onto his back, grabbed the bottom of his shirt and worked it up over his head. Straddling him, I leaned down to kiss him as his hands cupped my breasts. With my mouth, I worked my way back to his ear, and from there down his neck. He moaned low in his throat and I took that as a good sign. I kissed my way across his shoulder and down his arm. I turned his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. Then I opened my mouth and slowly took a finger in, allowing my tongue to softly caress the length of his finger. He moaned again. Good!
Releasing his finger, I found my face at belly-button level. I kissed my way across his stomach, flicking my tongue occasionally against the line where his waistband met his skin. Reaching his belly button, I found a dark line of hair just begging me to follow it down. Unbuttoning his jeans, I glanced up at him, staring into those gorgeous eyes. I unzipped his jeans and he lifted his hips as I slid his pants down over what looked like a promising erection under his snug, black boxer briefs. Dropping his jeans to the floor, I crawled up his body and straddled him again. Pressing my pussy down onto his cock, I kissed him again, grinding against him. Without warning, he wrapped those strong arms around me and rolled me over.
