Your Darkest Desires (Four Complete Short Erotic Stories Of Different Flavors)

by Remy, Lola

  “April,” he began, but I cut him off with a sharp look.

  “No talking,” I told him, slowly sliding the tie out from under his collar. I stepped forward, my blood humming when he didn’t make a move to back away. I reached around him and pressed my breasts firmly against his chest, loving the way he swallowed over and over again. Behind his back, I slid the cool silk between my fingers, and through lips that were suddenly too dry, I murmured, “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Brett complied immediately, sending a hot burst of pleasure up my spine. Our gazes met and stayed locked as I twined the tie around his wrists and bound them together. “Is that okay?” I asked when I was done.

  His arms flexed as he tested the tie, and I was so mesmerized by the rippling muscles that I almost missed his quick nod of affirmation. I turned us around and nudged him against the wall, aroused beyond measure at the sounds of our combined breaths. I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and began unbuttoning it, still moving at an agonizing crawl, and I refused to let myself get distracted by the number of times Brett licked his lips.

  Too soon and not soon enough, his shirt fell open and I drew in a quick breath at the spread. I’d been right earlier – his body was undeniably perfect. His skin might have been pale, but the unyielding tone of his muscles and the light smattering of hair more than made up for it. My fingers twitched at my sides, and with a slightly helpless sigh, I took in every inch of his skin, baffled as to where to begin.

  Then I spotted an old scar along his left hip – most likely, from when he almost impaled himself following me and Dina into an abandoned building – and without conscious thought, I dipped down and ran my tongue along the raised flesh. Brett pressed his head against the wall behind him, his stomach trembling as I nipped his skin. He tasted like soap and sweat and male skin, and suddenly ravenous, I dragged my mouth all over his torso, pausing only to scrape my teeth against his nipples. He hissed as my lips found the hollow of his throat, and I smiled against his skin.

  “April,” he whimpered, knocking his head against the wall. “Please, please, please let me touch you.”

  I bit down on his earlobe in a silent rebuke. “I thought I told you not to talk.”

  “In my defense, I didn’t think you were serious!” His voice cracked at the end, possibly because I had palmed his erection through his slacks; the fabric felt damp under my hand, and it was all I could do to maintain my unaffected air.

  Keeping a steady pressure, I moved my hand along the length of his cock and back, whispering into his ear the entire time. “Do women normally tie you up when they’re joking around?”

  He squinted at me in the dark, attempting a baleful glare – the effect was somewhat diminished by the sheen of sweat coating his chest. “No,” he bit out, jerking his hips when I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants. “Then again, I haven’t known many women like you, so maybe my data is off.”

  My fingers encountered burning hot skin, and Brett nearly came off the wall. With a small smile, I nudged him back into place, squeezing the parts of him I could reach. He was muttering a litany of curses under his breath, only to warble off into nonsense when my thumb brushed his dripping cockhead. I repeated the motion again and again, staring at the way his veins jutted out of his neck. There was something inherently sexy about a man lost in the throes of passion, and the fact that it was Brett Sullivan – devout follower and Boy Scout extraordinaire – blissed out in front of me sent a dizzying pulse of lust through my body.

  Ignoring his disappointed groan, I pulled my hand away and worked his pants loose with the other one. I waited until his gaze found mine before bringing my previously occupied fingers to my lips. His glazed expression morphed into something more primal as I licked and sucked my digits clean; I didn’t bother hiding the shudder that wracked my shoulders at the musky taste of Brett on my tongue.

  After a fair bit of fumbling, his slacks were finally undone, and eager to get the next part started, I dropped to my knees, pulling all his clothes from the waist down with me. His cock stood out, thick and proud and visibly pulsing, and I wet my lips, already hungry for more.

  I stroked him from base to head, fondling his balls and thrilling at the way he thrust into my grip. “Would you like to know more women like me?”

  “Fuck no,” Brett declared, his hips canted towards my head. “I know you and you’re more than enough.”

  Shifting closer, I smiled up at him. “You say the sweetest things, Brett Sullivan.”

  He opened his mouth – presumably ready with a snappy comeback – but I opened mine first and swallowed him down as far as I could go. He didn’t have much to say after that.

  Gripping the base of his shaft, I closed my eyes and inhaled. The rich flavor of musk shorted out my brain, and I moaned around him, digging my fingers into the firm globes of his ass. I traced a vein with my tongue and gently sucked the head between my lips, feeling Brett’s shiver resonate in my bones. I gave him a quick second to catch his breath before moving again; this time, I didn’t even think about slowing down.

  Soon enough, his cock was slick and fiery in my mouth, and a series of desperate, pleading cries were the only sounds Brett managed to make. I stroked the parts of him I couldn’t devour, and with concentrated effort, I pushed him deeper and deeper into my mouth, humming as I felt the tip of his erection rub against the roof of my mouth. Every now and again, I licked off a bead of moisture from his slit, buzzing with each taste. His hips pushed forward, so gently I knew it was instinctual, and every unintentional thrust drove me just a little crazier than I had been before.

  My lips had barely flitted over his sac when Brett gasped, “Stop, stop, stop, now.”

  My lips felt bruised in the best conceivable way, and as I got to my feet, I purposefully rubbed against his bare skin. He shuddered visibly and I nipped the rapidly pulsing vein in his neck, thrilled at the effect I had on him.

  “April,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to my hair. “Please untie me.”

  “Since you asked so nicely.”

  I loosened the tie around his wrists, brushing the inside of his wrists with my fingernails. I’d almost unknotted the tie when he shook his hands free, and with a vicious growl, he grabbed me by the waist and flipped us around. My breath rushed out of me in a startled gasp, and I didn’t have the chance to do more than draw a quick breath before his mouth closed over mine.

  In that moment, it seemed as though my bones had melted completely, leaving behind a needy, messy version of myself, one that could only hold onto Brett and hope for the best. He tasted like scotch and salt, and I moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. His hands squeezed my ass – even in the middle of the hottest kiss of my life, I thought it felt possessive, and I loved it – and he dragged my lower lip between his teeth as he shoved my underwear down my legs.

  There was no warning, no signal, and definitely no asking for permission. I’m not even sure how it happened. One minute, I was standing with my feet on the ground, and with my tongue in the most talented mouth I’d ever encountered. Not a minute later, my legs were wrapped around Brett Sullivan’s hips, and even with my back to the wall and his breath on my cheek, I knew that he was buried balls-deep inside me.

  I rested my head against his shoulder, trying to push air into my lungs. My nerve endings were alight with pleasure and I could hear an echo of hearts beating way too fast. Everything was too bright, too loud, too much, and with the last dregs of my energy, I clenched around him and gave on final order. “Move.”

  Brett huffed out a laugh. “As you wish.”

  It was my fault, really. I’d completely forgotten what an overachiever Brett was.

  What happened next was not sex in the way I’d become accustomed to having over the past few years. It was not slow, it was not methodical, and it was definitely not boring. Instead, Brett gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise and began to pound me into the wall. His thrusts – he didn’t stroke, not for a second
– were brutal, his pace was unforgiving, and the sweat cooling on our skin made the entire thing a little sloppy.

  I loved every microsecond of it.

  My mind went blank as his movements became more erratic, and I dug my heels into his ass, trying to give as good as I was being given; it was impossible in my position, since I had zero leverage, but it was the thought that counted. He kept trying to pace himself, to stay in control, to make it last longer. I kept pushing back, urging him to give it up, all the while riding a blissful high that I knew would only get better.

  For long minutes, we were at a stalemate, rolling against each other and grunting our feelings when we couldn’t find words. Then, he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and tipped the scales in his favor. My loud moan bounced off the walls, but before I could tell him off – or form a coherent thought – Brett dragged his fingers down my cleft and pressed his thumb against my entrance.

  I didn’t have it in me to be embarrassed by how loud my scream was.

  Bright dancing spots of light filled my field of vision as happy, intoxicating pleasure flooded my bloodstream. I couldn’t get enough air, and I was fairly sure my heart was about to burst out of my ears, but I wouldn’t have given this feeling up for the world.

  I blinked lazily at the racks around us, stroking the ends of Brett’s hair as he groaned into my shoulder and stilled against me. Tiny shudders rippled across his back, and if I hadn’t been higher than a kite, I would have been compelled to follow the movement with my tongue.

  “Not that I’m complaining,” Brett began, his voice hoarse. “But would it be okay if we did that in a bed next time?”

  Something loosened in my chest – a weight I hadn’t even known was there – and I patted his back in affirmation. “Sure, love. Tell me, how do you feel about gags?”

  There was a brief moment of silence, and then, “I’m not opposed to them.”

  Though he couldn’t see it, I grinned; we were going to be excellent together.

  Unquenchable Desire

  I have always had an intense fascination with strangers and the fantasy of having sex with them, especially those I randomly see as I go about my every day life. It may sound completely bizarre, but I find myself looking at all kinds of people on the street, and then before I realize it, my mind gets carried away with taboo thoughts about the things I might do in the bedroom with these virtual strangers. It may sound incredibly strange and almost perverted, but I cannot seem to control my thoughts or my desires once my mind gets swept away into this deviant world of my own sexual fantasies.

  I am not sure if others do this or are quite as deviant in their sexual fantasies as I am, because believe it or not, I am also extremely shy and withdrawn in personality as well. Much of my time I spend withdrawn and quiet with nothing sexual in nature controlling my thoughts, but then suddenly these deviant fantasies overtake me. Does that sound crazy especially since I just went on and on about my kinky fantasies? It does to me, hence why I am confused, and yet excited all at the same time about my own sexuality and deviance. I realize I am different, but I am also quite unique and I enjoy the thought that what others may think they perceive from my outside is far different than what lies underneath down deeper within me.

  These are the deep desires that I wish I could fulfill when it comes to what resides within my sexually explicit mind. Even as we speak, I am at an outdoor cafe having a light lunch enjoying people watching and allowing my mind to fantasize about all sorts of naughty things quietly and virtually unnoticed. Everywhere I look there are men I could easily see myself fucking in my lascivious mind, however they would probably never imagine I was thinking such things at all by just a glance my way.

  I wouldn't go so far to say I was in desperation this particular day, but I was in a very provocative mood which is probably why the day turned out to be one as electrically charged as it did, sexually speaking of course.

  As I mentioned, I was sitting outside at a charming bistro this particular mid-morning when a very hot and handsome man caught me off guard. I notice hundreds of hot men every week, but this one in particular really caught my eye. There was something so intriguing about him, yet I couldn't put my finger on just exactly what that something was. I wondered if perhaps he was one who could read my thoughts as he looked over at me studying me with his own eyes.

  His hair was dark blonde and wavy, not too short, yet not too long where he looked unkempt. He was clean cut enough to be boyishly handsome yet rugged enough to look a bit like a bad boy might reside underneath his exterior. He was muscular build with ripples in all of the right places. But the most noticeable and sexy feature he possessed was by far his eyes. They stood out like blue sapphires, glimmering back at me. They were encased with gold rings that sparkled and his eyes held a mystery behind them that couldn't be ignored.

  In fact, I didn't even attempt to ignore him. I decided it was time to let all of my inhibitions go and look directly into his blue eyes. I was tired of simply wishing. I was ready to take my fantasies further. All of the sexual desires I had been keeping inside decided to bubble to the surface like a simmering stew comprised of sexual ingredients boiling, ready to be tasted that day right then and there.

  As he sat at a table off to my right looking at me seemingly with the same sexual thirst, I wondered how to make the first move. This was the place where I usually tripped up or froze completely, but I was determined not to do so this time. I was bound and determined to take it farther, to go that one step more that would assure the experience of wild, uninhibited stranger sex that I had craved for so long.

  Surprisingly, I really didn't have to worry about how to handle the situation for long, because the mysterious stranger took the initiative. At first I thought I was imagining things. I saw him making his way towards me, but I figured just as he got to me he might veer off to the other direction, but he didn't! He came closer, closer and yet closer to me until we were face to face ,my dark green eyes staring into his beautiful blue ones.

  I was speechless but he wasn't.

  “Is anyone sitting here?” He asked in a provocative tone of voice motioning to the empty chair to my left.

  “No, no one.” I replied a bit too nervously for my liking but I smiled coquettishly trying to repair any damage my ridiculous and nervous reply had incurred.

  “May I?” He asked gesturing once more.

  “Of course.” I replied now a bit too enthusiastically, yet he seemed pleased by my willingness.

  We talked for a short while but it was obvious the sexual energy between us was building to dangerous degrees. It was more than apparent we needed to do something soon to tame the fire building like a cloud of lust and longing. It was undeniable and the yearning looks between us couldn't be ignored much longer.

  As if we had a mutual understanding between us, he motioned for our waiter paid and tipped him, and then the two of us left the outdoor bistro together as if we were familiar lovers. He hailed a cab and without a single word spoken between us, we rode to his hotel room about 7 minutes away.

  Although we were silent, our glances and nonchalant touches on the way spoke loud and clear. His hand brushed against mine sending shock waves over my entire body. I was aching to feel his lips pressed against mine, and the anticipation of it was almost too much to bear.

  Finally the cab stopped us in front of the Motel 8 and the two of us emerged still wordless as we made our way inside. Once he pushed the door closed behind us, he pulled at my dress eager for it to be off . I feverishly fumbled for the zipper on his pants in an unquenchable craving. It’s as if we were lovers who hadn’t tasted of the other in months. The hunger between us was insane.

  That night the sexual adventure we embarked upon brought with it passion in its purest form, kisses that brought flesh alive and demands for satisfaction to our lips. The slightest touch became the most inflamed caress that drove insanity to the very brink and then some. It was as if we had known each other forever yet it was at the sam
e time the hottest stranger encounter ever. We wasted no time thrusting our bodies onto the bed behind us. It was uninhibited, wild and incredibly free. It was all I had fantasized of and more.

  “I want to eat your pussy so much right now.” He groaned spreading my legs wide and holding them there as he dove down onto my seething cunt.

  I pushed his head hard into my pussy moaning like a wild cat into the very essence of the room which was filled with a musky sexual aroma.

  "Oh yes, yes just like that!" I purred into the sensually charged atmosphere.

  I thrust my cunt harder and harder into his starving mouth as if begging to be devoured. I could hardly hold off cumming and that's when with the power of his hands and his driving need to fuck me, he flipped my body over on all fours. His hands turned me over so fast, I barely felt his cock slip into my wet dripping cunt before my ass hit the chilled air.

  I couldn't believe I was finally living out my most deviant fantasy allowing a virtual stranger to plunge his stiff prick in and out of me. It was like being impaled with a red hot steel rod.

  "How does it feel getting fucked with a strange cock for once?" He growled surprising me with his boldness, yet turning me on and satisfying the taboo nature in me that had been longing for months to be fucked by a stranger.

  Our fucking became insatiable and louder than either of us expected. That's when we heard a light knock at the door, stopping us cold us both with a deer in the headlights look in our eyes. He looked at me and I at him both of us shrugging not sure what to do.