Desire

by Simone Sowood

  “The pizza won’t take very long, you know.”

  “I’m amusing myself while I wait.”

  I closed my eyes while his fingers worked through my hair and down to my now hypersensitive mound. He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Being in his presence was electrifying. For the first time in forever, my body felt alive. I moaned in approval.

  My breath quickened, and I inched my feet apart, willing his fingers in. His hand left my breast and traveled up to my mouth. His fingertip ran over my lips before I opened and sucked his finger into my mouth. I could have stayed there all day in his arms, leaning against his strong frame.

  But he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go sit down.”

  He pulled his hand from my jeans and led me to my sofa. I sat beside him, snuggled close against his body, my head leaning on him. Jay wrapped an arm around me, and I felt at home. Like I could spend all eternity right here, right now. Part of my brain was screaming at me to get away, to make it only about the sex. That he, like all men, couldn’t be trusted. But the comfort his presence instilled in me eclipsed the screaming.

  We didn’t even talk as we waited for the pizza to cook. We only sat against each other, content with all the world. The timer buzzed and together we took it from the oven, sliced and plated it and went back to my dining table.

  Completely relaxed, I smiled at Jay and said, “I wish you could stay here all day.”

  “So do I,” he replied, “but I have a dinner engagement to attend that I can’t get out of.”

  “Oh. What kind of dinner engagement?”

  “A meeting with…” he paused and looked up from his pizza, searching my eyes, “just a meeting with someone about a job.”

  “That’s great news!”

  Jay nodded and went back to eating his pizza.

  “What job?” I asked.

  “Something in IT. Just a plain old boring normal job.”

  “Is that why you’re wearing your suit?”

  “Huh? Oh, yeah. I was being prepared.”

  “Like a Boy Scout.”

  “I never was much of a Boy Scout.”

  “Well, it doesn’t matter now that you’re a man.” I raised my eyebrows at him.

  “A man who’d like to bend you over that chair and fuck you senseless.”

  “I think you’ve already achieved that today,” I said giggling.

  Jay’s eyes shone as he flashed his big smile at me. “I don’t like to leave a lady disappointed.”

  “I don’t see how you could.” Not with that body or that smile.

  “Are you up for more tomorrow?”

  Hell yes. “Sure, what time?”

  “I’ll come here in the afternoon, then we can go out to dinner.”

  “And come back here afterwards?” I said hopefully.

  “Absolutely.” His eyes twinkled, sending my pulse racing.

  We finished our pizzas and sat at the table chatting.

  Jay looked at his watch. The watch that, until now, I hadn’t noticed was chunky and expensive looking.

  “I have to go,” he said, standing.

  I stood up and ran my hands down the front of my jeans. “Shame,” I said.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grasped my hand, and I didn’t want him to let go.

  “See you tomorrow.” My lips longed to be against his.

  He bent over and kissed my lips, my cheek. When his mouth reached my ear, he lowered his voice and said, “Wear a thong.”

  I blushed, envisioning what we would get up to the next day. I struggled to reply, and only managed to say, “Okay.”

  “Good, I’m looking forward to seeing you in it.”

  My cheeks burned as he turned, put on his jacket and tie, and walked the few steps to the door. He opened it, and I watched him walk to the elevator from my doorway.

  While he was waiting for it to arrive I called, “And, Jay, thanks for coming. I was really upset, and, well, now I’m not.”

  The elevator doors opened. He reached out his hand to hold them open, turned to me and said, “It was a pleasure.” Then he stepped inside and was gone.

  Chapter 19

  After he left, I picked up my phone. Five texts from Calvin, three new voicemails that were no doubt from Calvin and seven texts from Sam. Unable to face dealing with Calvin, I texted Sam.

  All okay, had to get out of there. Spent the afternoon in my condo being ravished by Jay ;)

  I picked up the bits of my work outfit I’d shed for Jay in the hallway, tossed them in the hamper and walked into my bedroom to straighten the bed. I chucked some towels on the bathroom floor to soak up the remaining water. My phone beeped.

  Need to know more, get your ass to the bar for Friday drinks!

  She always made me laugh. I glanced at the phone’s clock. Sam would still be at work for another thirty minutes, meaning I had plenty of time to meet her and Jenny at the bar. As much as I was dying to share my afternoon with them, I couldn’t face a conversation with Sam about how Calvin reacted to my absence.

  No way. Calvin might find out, besides my legs are too wobbly to walk

  My phone beeped a second later.

  Get your ass to the bar

  I shot one straight back.

  Can’t, I’ve been used up and getting ready for more

  The last thing I needed was for them to show up at my doorstep, demanding a tell-all. I had to find myself a thong for tomorrow.

  I sat for a moment, tapping my finger to my teeth. Contemplating. I texted Jay.

  I want you to fill me with your cum

  After I hit send I threw myself onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow. I couldn’t believe I did that. A nanosecond later my phone beeped, and my heart raced. I was almost too scared to read the text. Almost.

  Is this supposed to mean no more condoms? J

  I released my breath. Yes, Jay, that is exactly what it means. Jenny would kill me. I didn’t care, I was on the pill. I trusted he was clean, and I wanted to feel the silkiness of his cock against my pussy walls as he exploded into me.

  Absolutely

  * * *

  I dug deep. Any hint of sexy panties had sunk to the bottom of my drawer. I piled utilitarian underwear onto the top of my dresser until I reached the long-forgotten layer.

  What would Jay like? He’d said a couple of things to make me think he was a lingerie man. Matt never much cared, and I’d long ago abandoned any attempt at looking sexy in favor of comfy wear.

  But I managed to find a cheap black thong I’d forgotten all about and held it up to my hips to see if it would fit me. Surprisingly, it would. And I had a lacy pink balcony bra to pair it with. Happy I had a solution, I crammed everything else back in the drawer.

  Giddy, I plunked myself on the couch and flicked on another old romance movie.

  Chapter 20

  I showered, put on my thong and bra then looked at myself in the dreaded bathroom mirror. The memory of Jay fucking me in front of it sent heat coursing through my veins all over again.

  I blushed at the memory and worked up the nerve to survey myself. The bra was okay. A pretty thing, but not necessarily a sexy one. The thong. Yeah. I’d have to do a bit of trimming down there, as it was a black triangle sitting on a bed of curly straw. As long as Jay approved. I’d run out right this minute and buy something nicer, but I didn’t have the cash to spare.

  I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth. Brushed my teeth again then dug out a bottle of long-forgotten mouthwash. I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear. Jeans seemed boring. Plus they limited his access to down there. But every dress I pulled out seemed too formal, too work-like, or too dowdy.

  My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the bathrobe draped over the chair. Could I? What would he think? I guess I’ll find out. I put on the thong and bra, pulled on the robe and plunked myself in front of the TV to wait for his arrival. He didn’t give me an exact time, the afternoon was a big range, and I hoped he mea
nt sooner rather than later.

  Just past two, I buzzed Jay in.

  * * *

  I stood beside the intercom, took off my robe, then put my robe back on. Took it off again. When I’d come up with the idea, I’d envisioned myself greeting him like Marlene Dietrich but now it became apparent I could never be so sultry. Through the condo door, I heard the elevator open. Jay would be here in seconds. I whipped my robe back on and was in the process of tying it when he knocked.

  I opened the door, and my heart stopped. Jay stood in the frame, smiling and holding a large bouquet of white lilies in front of him. He was wearing fitted jeans and a navy dress shirt that clung to his muscles. How did he get better looking each time I saw him?

  “Abbie, whoa,” he said, a smile sprang across his face. “What have we here?”

  Beginning at my neck, he ran his hand along the edge of the robe. My heart pounded, and I swallowed as he moved it lower. I fiddled with the robe, holding it shut over my hips. This was a stupid idea. What must he think of me?

  “Sorry, I wasn’t sure what time you’d get here and was just getting dressed.” He pulled opened the top of the robe, revealing my bra.

  “And here I thought you’d intentionally given me the best welcome.”

  I laughed. “Maybe that’s exactly what I was doing.”

  “Whichever it is, I like it.” He leaned over and kissed me, careful not to crush the flowers between us.

  I took the flowers and reached over to set them on the kitchen counter. The action caused my robe to fall all the way open. His hands went across my skin, around my waist until they reached my back, and pulled me tight against him. Jay pushed me a couple of steps into the condo and shut the door.

  We kissed, our tongues darting around each other’s. His hands moved down, onto my ass, caressing and squeezing my cheeks before finding the fabric of my thong. He traced his fingers over it, running them between my ass cheeks.

  Jay’s hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. He put me down on my feet and took a step back.

  “Lose the robe.”

  I pulled it off my arms and tossed it at the chair. Jay’s eyes raked over me, and I stood motionless, my heart a flurry in my chest.

  “Spin.”

  I turned to face away from him. In a combination of embarrassment and arousal, I felt the heat of his eyes on my ass. He came up tight against my back and dug his hardness into me.

  “See what you do to me?”

  My entire body quivered, and I stood a little taller. I loved turning him on. I loved the effect I had on this gorgeous man. Most of all, I loved the way he made me feel.

  I turned around to face Jay and our eyes met. His usual warm eyes looked devious. I tilted my head and scrunched my eyes, challenging him to take me.

  With one hand, he pushed me onto the bed, and I landed sideways across it. Without undressing, he climbed over me, kissing my thighs, my belly. He ran a finger under the strap of my bra and tickled my neck with it when he reached the top of my shoulder.

  When his mouth reached my ear, he lowered his voice and said, “You’re too good for these trashy things.” Then he ripped the thong from me and I gasped. He tossed it onto the floor then spread my legs and smoothed over my mound with his hand.

  I lifted my arm to feel his bicep, and he worked his fingers over me. Then into me. I moaned, wanting more, and shifted myself to allow him better access. At last he leaned over and gave me his lips. And I took them, sucking at his bottom lip as his fingers set my body on fire.

  He withdrew his hand and fumbled with the button on his jeans. He pushed them and his boxers down just enough to free his erection, and in moments his tip was at my wet entrance.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to use a condom?”

  “Absolutely.” With a speed that both teased and gratified me, his bare cock entered me. He pushed into me with the same agonizing slowness.

  The collar of his shirt pressed into my jaw. The shirt buttons rubbed against my chest and belly. I didn’t care. My pussy clenched, welcoming his bare cock. He pounded into me, his huge cock moving harder and faster.

  My pulse pounded in my ear. My lungs struggled to take in air. The air in the room charged with electricity as the two of us hurled to climax. Jay would cum in me, his seed would plaster my walls and the thought tipped me into a spasming wreck.

  He followed soon after, burying himself in me deeper than he had with the condom on. I was so glad we ditched them.

  Chapter 21

  “Guess what? I bought a car,” Jay said as we walked out of my building.

  “Wow, that’s big news. When did you do that?”

  “This morning.”

  “What, like on a whim?” Was he ever concerned about money? How could someone without a job act the way he did?

  “I thought we’d use it today, get out of the city and go for a nice walk.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  He led me triumphantly to his new car. A big boat that must have been as old as me. The wheel wells were rusty but otherwise looked okay from the outside. Jay held the door open, and I sat down. There was a small tear in the fabric of my seat, and the inside smelled of musty pine.

  He got in the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine didn’t fully turn over, so he turned the key again, the beast started. We pulled out into traffic, Jay seemed to know where we were going. As we made a sharp left turn, the sunlight glinted on the face of his watch. A watch that probably cost more than his car.

  As the high-rises of the city faded behind us, I had the overwhelming urge to get out. To run away from all my problems. From Calvin. From my mortgage. From my past with Matt.

  I cleared my throat. “We should take off.”

  “What do you mean, take off?”

  “You know, just go. Keep on driving.”

  “For how long?”

  “Until we run out of gas money.”

  Jay laughed, a sniggering laugh that curled his lip. “We’re not even out of the suburbs.”

  “I haven’t been out of the city in months. Maybe even a year.”

  “Weird.”

  “Right now I want to keep going. Just us. We could run away.”

  “Why would we do that?”

  “Why wouldn’t we?”

  “Because we have responsibilities.”

  “I’m prepared to abandon mine. What are your responsibilities?”

  He was quiet. Either considering my offer or deciding how to tell me I was nuts. I waited for a response. There was no hurry. There was a gap in the dash where the car’s radio once lived and we drove in silence.

  We pulled off the freeway and drove down a country road.

  “We’re here,” Jay said, pulling the car into a small parking lot.

  A few other cars sat in the parking lot, but we were alone.

  * * *

  We got out of the car, and I drew the clear, country air into my lungs. The perimeter of the parking lot was thick with trees. Jay pulled a backpack out of the trunk, and I followed him through a narrow pathway. We emerged onto a dirt path wide enough to walk side by side.

  “Where are we?”

  He grabbed my hand then looked at me, smiling. “There’s a lake down here. It’s a nice hike.”

  I clasped his hand, loving the feeling of warmth radiating up my arm from his touch. We didn’t feel the need to talk, instead we listened to running water in a brook. It was nice. Beyond nice. Amazing. To be able to walk along with someone without having to say anything, a concept that often came up in the movies I watched but I had never once experienced for myself.

  But now, with Jay everything seemed to be changing.

  A few people passed us, returning to their cars. All but one of them had loose running dogs.

  A little spaniel came along, with no master yet in sight. It came up to me, wagging his tail but sniffing madly at my legs. Circling me again and again, eve
n as I kept walking. It didn’t seem possible for sniffing to be so loud.

  My heart stopped, and I froze.

  Calvin appeared out of nowhere.

  Jay must have sensed my reaction, and clutched me close to him, shielding my head with his arms. Through the gap in his hands, I could see Calvin staring at us.

  “What a perfect day this has turned out to be.” Calvin said when he’d reached us.

  Shit, he saw me. I opened my mouth, ready to respond. When Jay’s hand pulled my head tighter into his chest, I took it as a signal to stay quiet.

  “Afternoon,” Jay said, his voice cold.

  “Benji, come!” Calvin called after he’d passed us. The dog ran off, but Jay held me for a few moments longer.

  He finally let go.

  I asked, “Is he gone?”

  Jay stood facing the direction of the parking lot but Calvin didn’t reappear.

  “Yeah.”

  “I can’t believe he was here.”

  “I know. What are the chances of running into Calvin?”

  He took my hand, and we continued along the path. But I couldn’t stop Jay’s last comment from running through my head. He understood my comment right away, and I wondered if Calvin had been talking to him instead of me.

  “Do you know him?” I asked.

  “No, you told me about him.”

  “But, how did you know what he looked like?”

  “I could tell by your reaction. You tensed up immediately. I knew it must be him.”

  Chapter 22

  The path opened up and encircled both sides of a pond. He pulled me to the left. Once again he knew where we were going. After ten or fifteen minutes, Jay pointed to an overgrown narrow opening that veered off to the left. He looked behind us again, and guided me onto the trail that didn’t look like much of a path.