Awakened Desires

by Rissa Blakeley

  “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.

  As soon as the door closed behind Gunther, Carly laid back down on the couch, relishing the scent that he had left on her skin. She couldn’t believe she had actually gone through with it. Every other time, she stopped just before getting to the actual sex part. She smiled, thinking how amazing Gunther made her feel after they worked through the little hitch. But she was truly disconcerted about his reaction to her status.

  Carly decided to get up and shower before she headed to bed. She had to work in the morning. As quickly as she stood, she sat back down, hissing in pain. There was a fire between her thighs. The pain was searing and she felt swollen from his roughness.

  She found the courage to stand again and tears pricked her eyes. She left the blanket bunched up on the couch. With slow and steady steps, she walked back to her master bedroom shower.

  The steam from the shower made her tired, but the hot water running over her achy, tired muscles felt so good. She washed with her favorite citrus soap, rinsed, and shut off the shower. Wrapping the plush green towel around her body, she chuckled a little when she realized it was the same green as Gunther’s eyes. She decided to forego the pajamas and just get into bed with the towel wrapped around her.

  Carly drifted off, dreaming of a forever life with Gunther.

  Chapter 2

  The entire way to the elevator and down to the ground level from Carly’s flat, I cursed under my breath. As the door slid open, I looked up as I attempted to step out…and stopped dead. Guess who was on the phone, waiting to get into the same elevator that I was occupying? We locked our chemical-laden eyes. A sly smile spread across my face.

  “Elaina, I’ve got to go, love… All right. I will call when I’m on the way back… Yes, everything is fine… Love you, too. ’Bye, my love.” Yeah, I was pretty sure I would be seeing twenty-something again.

  “Boo.” I smirked.

  “You going to move so I can get in, asshole?” Apparently, he wasn’t going to play my game.

  Damn, time for a new strategy. “Shall we ride together?” I stepped aside and waved him in. Before Cock-up stepped in, he called out to the doorman. Really, arsehole? Such a pussy, as always. I rolled my eyes.

  “Charles, can you see this gentleman out? He seems to be lost. I don’t believe he’s a resident in this building. And, more than likely, an uninvited guest. If he doesn’t leave quietly, please call the police.” He had perfected the American accent. He gave me his hideous, toothy grin, which I wanted to punch right off of his blasted face. Game on, motherfucker. I would win in the end. I would always win.

  Cock-up…one. Me…zero. Yes, I was keeping score.

  “I will be back,” I growled as I jammed my finger into his chest to secure it in his mind. “You can fucking count on that.”

  “Looking forward to it.”

  I walked out of the building with confidence. I saw Cock-up’s company-issued Tahoe sitting outside. Bloody hell, I thought, the mission is going to be easier than I expected.

  Henry stepped into the elevator and the door eased shut. He banged his head back on the elevator wall a couple times. “Fuck!” he yelled. “Motherfucker!”

  The door slid open when he reached his floor, and his neighbor was ready to board. “Was that you yelling?” She had a nervous, but concerned look on her face.

  “Ahh, yeah. I apologize.” Henry bent over and rubbed his calf. “Leg cramp. I must have overdone it at the gym today.”

  “Eat more potassium.”

  “Thanks for the tip.”

  Henry rushed off to his apartment with a slight fake limp. He grabbed his keys out of his pocket, his hands shaking as he tried to unlock the door. He was afraid of what he would find…or not find. Once he got into his apartment and saw it looked exactly as he left it, he grabbed his bottle of Walker out of the cabinet and took a long pull from it.

  “Son of a bitch!” he growled. He wasn’t sure why he was going to bother to open the door of the refrigerator, but he yanked it open anyway. The injection was still there, which left him confused. Why hadn’t Gunther taken it? He scrubbed his face with his free hand, then jammed it through his hair.

  The neurotic pacing with bottle in hand started. From the kitchen to the dining room. From the dining room to the living room. Back to the dining room through the kitchen. Henry opened the refrigerator door every time he passed it, just to be sure the injection was still in its proper place. This went on for several minutes before he finished a third of the bottle.

  He debated whether or not he should take the injection with him back to Elaina’s. Then he thought maybe he should put it in his fridge at work. He finally decided he would just leave it where it was for the time being, until he figured the whole situation out.

  “Fuck me!” Henry kicked he cabinet door shut when he saw that he left it open. One thing he did know was that he would start carrying his Sig with him at all times. He already had one at his office, but he was going to wear one from that point forward. He wasn’t sure how he would explain that to Elaina, but he felt like he didn’t have a choice. He had to protect her, no matter what.

  I woke up the next morning, feeling well-rested. The few drinks and some mind-blowing sex worked their magic on my body. I stretched out, feeling my joints crack. I was going to need to get a fix soon.

  Lying in bed, I thought about how I was going to work the situation with Captain Cock-up. I could very easily stroll up to the building, take out the doorman, go up to his place, pick the lock, and boom. The injection would be mine. It just seemed all too easy and not much fun at all. I wanted some fun on the trip, and fun was what I was going to have.

  Then I grinned. I decided I was going to continue Cock-up’s training and make him tweak the fuck out. Oh, yeah. I knew it would be glorious and it would leave him completely gutted. The effort to humiliate him was worth every moment. I let out a sordid chuckle. So brill.

  Before all of the fun was to begin, I needed to call down to the front desk and see if twenty-something was in yet. Knowing tha
t Cock-up lived in the same building, I needed to find an excuse to get back to her flat at some point. I grabbed the phone and called the front desk.

  “Good morning, Mr. Erikkson. How can we help you this morning?”

  It was obvious that it was some tosser kid. “With whom am I speaking?”

  “Kevin, sir. What can I do for you?”

  “Kevin, is Carly Reede in?”

  “Not yet. She won’t be in until nine. Is there anything I can help you with?” Checking my watch, I saw it was only eight. I needed to think of something.

  “I just had an issue that I wanted to speak to her about.” Not impressive. I scrubbed my face as I rolled over and snuggled up in the white down comforter.

  “I would be more than glad to help with whatever it is you need, sir.”

  “I understand, but…since I have already dealt with her, I’d rather speak with her.”

  “Understood. I will inform her that you called, and she will call you back when she arrives.”

  “No need. I’ll come down. Thank you, Kevin.”

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Erikkson.”

  Just as I hung up, my stomach growled. I decided to take a quick shower, head down to the café, then I would hunt down twenty-something’s fit arse. I assumed they were serving breakfast and not just pastry. I hoped it was something good because I had worked up quite an appetite the night before. Plus, I was in dire need of a few cups of coffee.

  Jessica came out of the locker room as Carly turned into the hallway, heading toward her office. She rushed to Carly’s side. “Girl…I need the deets. All of them. Leave…nothing…out.”

  “It was nice. We had fun.” She smirked and unlocked her office door.

  Jessica walked in behind her. “Oh no, you don’t! Give it up, missy!” She grabbed Carly’s arm and spun her around.

  “It hurt like a bitch. And I’m still hurting this morning. Is that what you wanted to know?”

  “Well, everyone’s first time hurts.” Jessica crossed her arms. “You didn’t expect it to be all Hollywood, did you? ‘Oh, ah…I feel so full. Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm’.” Jessica added an eye roll, just for good measure.