Desire Me

by Kayla C. Oliver

  “Why would you do that?” I asked him. There were alarm bells ringing in my head already. With anyone else, under any other circumstance, I would have been more than thrilled to be offered help by someone who was clearly as influential and well connected. With Gareth, however, it was a different story.

  I couldn’t think of a single good reason why he was in my apartment. Or why he wanted to help me, without asking for anything in return.

  “Because you’re talented, Aubrey. I don’t want to see your talent go to waste,” he replied. His golden blond hair was neatly brushed away from his forehead in a high fashionable tuft. His beard was trimmed to perfection. Everything about this man dripped sexiness and money and power. Being in the presence of Gareth was beginning to intimidate me. Now that I knew who he was, I didn’t feel as much at ease as I had done in the bathroom that night.

  “You think I’m talented?” I asked, arching my eyebrows at him.

  “Yes, I do think you’re talented, and I would like to buy that painting from you, for starters,” he said, with a wide smile spreading on his face now.

  I followed his gaze. He was looking at the old painting of me and my dog.

  “You want to buy that painting?” I asked. My voice had trebled in pitch, growing squeaky with disbelief.

  Gareth laughed, amused by my reaction.

  “Why is that so hard to believe, that someone wants to buy something you’ve created?” Gareth asked, and I shook my head.

  I didn’t know what I was feeling—anger, embarrassment, excitement?

  “That’s not the part that’s hard to believe. It is that you want to buy that painting!” I said, pointing at the canvas that was still hanging in the corner of the room.

  Gareth’s eyes narrowed when he realized that I wasn’t just reacting from shock. That I was actually angry about something.

  He looked at the painting and then back at me again.

  “What is the problem here, Aubrey?” he asked, and I walked away from him.

  I folded my arms over my breasts, and I could feel the back of my neck growing hotter and hotter.

  “The problem, Gareth, is that I’m not in the business of selling my paintings to a stranger in exchange for sex,” I said.

  ***

  I could see Gareth’s blue eyes darkening as he stared at me. He hadn’t expected me to say that. I hadn’t expected me to say that either, but the words had come tumbling out of me.

  It would be naive of me to believe that I wasn’t attracted to this man, that I didn’t want him to rip my clothes off right then, but as far as my art was concerned, I still had some dignity left in me.

  Gareth’s blue stormy eyes roamed over my body. He gazed at my heaving breasts under my crossed arms, at the narrow stretch of belly on display between my crop top and the waist of the dungarees. He was sizing me up, and I knew there was a storm brewing inside him.

  “You think that I’m offering to buy your painting in exchange for sex?” he asked. His voice had grown deep and like a growl. I lifted my chin up in the air. He wasn’t going to fool me. A man like him was accustomed to getting what he wanted, but he wasn’t going to get it from me.

  “Why else are you here? What was it about me that you made you so sure that you would like my art? You came here to my apartment without having seen my art before, and now suddenly, you’re oh so in love with one of my paintings! How foolish do you think I am?” My voice was a hiss, and I tried to keep my body from shaking.

  Gareth clenched his jaws in anger. Was he angry because he wasn’t getting his way?

  “I came here because I was curious. You’re right, I had no idea whether you were any good as an artist or not, but I wanted to see for myself,” he replied. I gulped. I wasn’t falling for this.

  “And in a matter of minutes, you’ve fallen in love with one of my paintings and now you want to buy it. That’s rich,” I remarked and snapped my face away from him. I could sense him still looking at me, and then I heard him take in a deep breath.

  “I don’t understand why you find it so hard to believe that I would actually like your work. Are you really that low on self-confidence?” I heard him say. I couldn’t believe he had said it. I turned my face to look at him again, and now my eyes were beginning to burn up. Who did he think he was? He was in my apartment, accusing me of not being confident enough as an artist!

  “My self-confidence is fine, thank you very much. I just find it hard to believe that a guy who locked himself with me in a public bathroom and banged me is now suddenly interested in my art!” My voice had turned into a screech, and while I glared at him, I saw Gareth force a grin on his face, shake his head, and begin to turn away from me.

  Within seconds, my heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to believe every word that was coming out of my mouth, but at the same time, now that he was going to leave my apartment, I didn’t want him to go.

  “You know, Aubrey,” he said abruptly, stopping in his tracks. “I came here to do a good thing. All I’ve tried to do since the first moment we met was be nice to you and make up for some of the damage I caused. You keep pushing me away like I’m some kind of wild beast out on a hunt and you’re nothing more than my innocent prey,” Gareth said through gritted teeth.

  My shoulders were heaving, I’d dropped my arms down to my sides, and I was staring at him longingly. I didn’t want him to go. Why didn’t I want him to go? I wished I could take back all the cruel things I had just said to him. I didn’t care about the painting. I didn’t care about whether he wanted to buy it or not. I wanted to be with him. I could feel a burning desire for him, coursing through my veins.

  “For the record,” he added, and I stared into his eyes, “I wasn’t here for sex. I didn’t plan on having sex with you again. I came here because I wanted to see what you were made of, and I liked what I saw. I collect art. I attend small unpublicized art shows to discover new artists. Some of the paintings I’ve purchased from these shows are now worth hundreds of thousands of dollars because the artists have made it big eventually. It’s what I do. I believe I have somewhat of an eye for art,” Gareth continued and then turned from me and walked toward the front door of my apartment.

  I followed him in a rush. I could feel a burning sensation in my belly. I had completely messed up. I had made a fool of myself!

  “Gareth!” I called out to him, just when he put his hand on the doorknob. He looked at me over his shoulder, but his face was rigid and his eyes were icy cold.

  “It was me. I was the one who wanted it,” I said. I couldn’t breathe anymore. What was making me confess this to him? I almost felt faint from the adrenaline rush. Gareth turned to me with his brows furrowed.

  “What are you talking about?” he asked. I licked my lips nervously, taking a moment to breathe before I admitted the truth to him.

  “I wanted to have sex with you from the moment I saw you again. I know I shouldn’t have thought that way. I should have kept it professional, but…” I was speaking in a jumble, losing my train of thought, but Gareth had charged toward me.

  He pulled me into his arms, and our bodies collided. His breath was on my face, his hands were on my waist, and he was lifting me up off the ground.

  “That’s what we should have started with, then,” he said, just before his lips found mine.

  ***

  Gareth’s lips were pressed against mine while I clung to him like I was clinging for dear life. His tongue parted my lips and slipped into my mouth, while I kissed him back with force. He tasted good, just like I remembered him. He tasted masculine and strong.

  I had been fantasizing about this moment since that night at the ball. I had lain awake in bed every night since then, reliving the moment when his mouth was on mine.

  I shuddered in his arms and moaned gently now as his tongue explored my mouth.

  It had started off as a wild kiss, and now it had turned into something more gentle. He was teasing me with his tongue, kis
sing me deeply, and now he was slowly pushing me backward.

  My back thudded against a wall. I could feel the hard corner of a canvas digging into my hip, but I didn’t care. His fingers interlaced with mine, and now he was lifting my arms up the wall.

  With his mouth still on mine, his arms had me pinned up above me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs, that burning sensation in the pit of my stomach growing with every second. I was dripping wet for him.

  Gareth finally pulled his mouth away from mine, and I looked up at him. He was grinning as he leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose gently. I felt my cheeks flush before I broke into a sudden fit of laughter. Gareth was smiling as he watched me laugh.

  “Stop laughing, you silly girl,” he murmured, and with his tongue, he left a wet trail along my chin and outstretched neck, and then his face was nuzzling my breasts. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes. I was trying to savor this moment of having him. Was it just another one of my fantasies, or was it real? Nothing felt as good as having his mouth all over my body.

  He let go of my arms, and his mouth trailed over the front of my body. With his teeth he nibbled at the denim fabric of my dungarees. His fingers found the clasps that were holding the straps together, and he undid them. My clothes fell off me to the floor. He saw that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was in nothing but my crop top now, and through the thin fabric, he could see my hardened, pebbled nipples.

  “Fuck, you are so gorgeous, Aubrey,” Gareth said, taking a step back to look at me. I did feel beautiful when he looked at me, and I stared at him. He loosened the tie at his neck, then started to take his jacket off. He unbuttoned his shirt and his pants, and I could feel myself salivating. Was there any other man tastier this guy? I wanted to feel the roughness of his beard against my skin again, and I stretched my hand out toward him.

  With a grin on his face, his pants sliding to the floor, he took my hand and we were kissing again. It felt like the natural thing to do. His hands were cupping my sensitive breasts, teasing my nipples. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts, and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me.

  I could feel his throbbing cock in his boxers. It was digging into my waist while he kissed me. I reached for it with both hands, while his mouth remained on my lips.

  It was strangely comforting to have his cock in my hands. Through his boxers, I stroked and fondled, and I could feel it growing harder and stronger in my hands. I liked knowing that I had this control over him. No matter how much money and power he had in the real world, he still turned to putty in my hands.

  “You’re driving me insane!” he growled, pulling his lips and his cock away from me. I bit down on my lip, my eyes heavy-lidded with desire now as I stared at him. I liked driving him insane.

  We were both staring at each other now. His gaze roamed over me, flickered over my protruding breasts, and then swung down to the spot between my legs. I was wet and ready for him.

  Gareth was gorgeous, and I couldn’t stop staring at his perfectly chiseled muscular body. Wide shoulders, six-pack abs, a narrow waist, and a dusting of blond hair that trailed down from his navel and into his boxers. I knew what that cock would feel like inside me, and I wanted it.

  “Take it off,” he said in a firm, commanding voice. His hand was on his cock now, and he was stroking himself while he looked at me. I peeled my crop top off my body, and my breasts swung into view.

  In one quick step, Gareth had closed the gap between us and taken my right nipple into his mouth. I felt the grazing of his beard against the soft skin of my breast. He was sucking and lapping, teasing my nipple with his tongue and teeth. I weaved my fingers into his beautiful blond hair. I nearly swayed, overwhelmed by the rush of feelings, but he caught me by my waist.

  He lifted me up in the air again, carrying me across the room to the pull-out bed in the corner. I wrapped my arms around his neck, staring at every inch of his handsome face. I still couldn’t believe that he was in my apartment, and he was going to be inside me again.

  ***

  Gareth pulled the bed out in one swift motion, before he deposited me on it. My body bounced off the mattress as I fell with a light thud on it. I was on my back and staring up at Gareth. He was gazing down at me at my naked body, and I could see him growing harder in his boxers.

  He slid it down his legs, and his cock was on full display for me now. Large and throbbing, it hung between his muscular, hairless thighs, and I parted my legs wide in invitation.

  My nipples were erect and aching for his mouth again, and my pussy was wet and quivering for his cock. Every moment that we wasted now, I felt like my whole body and soul was in pain.

  Gareth reached his hands out toward me, and my breath caught in my throat. He flipped me over on my belly, and I gasped. In this position now, with my breasts pressing into the bedsheets, I arched my ass up in the air toward him.

  I heard a loud smack as his hand slapped against my left ass cheek. I flinched from the sting and stuck my ass up again. The smack came again, this time on the right cheek, and I felt a wave of desire wash over me.

  His hands were on my ass next, soothingly stroking the sensitive spots he had just slapped. His hands were large and warm, which he used to squeeze and caress my sore ass. While he stroked my ass, his fingers teased down to the edge of my pussy slit. He had taken me by surprise.

  I gasped again, just as his forefinger slipped into my folds from behind. He thrust it into me, and my body quaked. I bunched up the bedsheets in my fists and dug my face into the bed. His finger was beginning to thrust in and out of my pussy, and I could feel an orgasm coming on strong. Every inch of my body felt awake.

  Gareth was standing over me, with my body stretched out before him on the edge of my single bed. My ass was protruded up in the air, while his finger thrust in and out of my pussy in quick succession.

  I came hard. A cry rose up in my throat as I let go of all inhibitions. I could feel my juices trickling and sliding out of my pussy and on his hands, but Gareth didn’t stop thrusting.

  While I was still coming, my body shaking from the force of my orgasm, I felt him slide his finger out. In the same motion, he had pushed his cock into me, and I collapsed fully on the bed.

  He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing the fleshy surface while he started pounding his cock into me. My first orgasm had barely ended before another one began.

  I screamed out his name, thrashing the bedsheets around under me while he drove his cock in and out of me.

  “Why can’t I fucking resist you, Aubrey!” I heard him declare, and I heard his grunts while he pushed and pulled his cock. The bed was shaking violently. There was a loud metallic clang, and the springs bounced underneath us while he pounded his cock in and out of me.

  I could feel the length of him sinking inside me and then pulling out. He was reaching deep within me, stroking and teasing the walls, the folds, and every vibrating fiber of my pussy. My body was on fire as I came again.

  My face was pressed down into the bed, and Gareth’s hands remained clasped on my ass. He was riding me like an expert jockey, moving his large muscular body over me so that he could direct his thrusts.

  My orgasm was beginning to subside when I felt his final jerk. He growled loudly, like a wild, caged animal, as his cock’s thrusts became stronger. He let go of my ass, wrapping his arms around my torso instead, and he collapsed on my back.

  Our hips were fused together while his cock thrust in and out of me like a machine. I could feel him erupting inside me, his cock spilling its seed deep into my body. His teeth sunk into my back lightly, his arms squeezed my body, and I felt like a frail helpless doll in his arms.

  I moved and shuddered against him, as I felt the last of his cum shoot into me. His breathing was harsh, and I could feel it falling hotly on my damp back. My body was soaked in perspiration. I could barely catch my breath.

  Gareth and I were still entwined together on the bed. He was
lying on top of me, slowly beginning to release his grip on me, while I was crushed underneath him, my whole body tingling. I had never had sex like this before. It felt like no man before Gareth had been this desperate to have me. No man before him had made me feel this good!

  He was moving away from me, and I could feel another wave of panic. Was he going to leave right now? Were we done?

  Instead of getting up, Gareth rolled over and lay down beside me. I turned my head to look at him. He had his eyes closed, his face turned up to the ceiling. His big muscular body was heaving, as he tried to catch his breath. I stared at his rugged, masculine self, at the way his chest rose and fell with every breath he was taking.

  How was it possible that I just had two orgasms back to back and I wanted him again? This quickly! I just couldn’t get enough of this man.

  Gareth opened his eyes abruptly, turned, and caught me staring. I blushed and looked away from him, but he was pulling me to him, adjusting me under the crook of his arm.

  “What are you looking at, silly girl?” he asked and gently pressed his lips to my burning forehead.

  Chapter Nine

  Gareth

  “Well, this probably doesn’t do me any favors,” I said when I finally felt like I had my breath back. I needed some time to recover from the crazy orgasm I’d just had.

  Aubrey rolled over on me, with her arms folded on my chest and her head propped up by her palms. She was looking at me with her bright green eyes. Her red hair had come undone from its bun and was now falling all around her face. She looked beautiful. I could see every freckle on her cheeks, and I admired every one of them. She was all-natural beauty.

  “What do you mean?” she asked. I reached my hand out to weave my fingers into her falling locks. The strands were soft and silky, just like her skin. I couldn’t stop touching her.

  “My bid to buy your painting. Now that we’ve slept together again,” I said with a smirk. Aubrey’s cheeks flushed and she smiled.