Fighting for Desire

by Sarah Bale

He walked into the room and stood next to the bed. Slowly he unzipped his jeans. A whimper left her lips and he grinned. His cock strained against his boxers as he took off his pants. Damn, his hard-on was on the verge of being painful.

  He thought about telling her to open her mouth so she could suck him off but changed his mind. Tonight was about showing her who was in charge. With her mouth around his dick she had the upper hand.

  Leaving his boxers on, he asked, “Feeling better? More relaxed?”

  She took in a shuddering breath. “Not really.”

  “Good.”

  He padded to the closet and opened the secret door. He pulled out some lube and picked up a rabbit vibrator. Oh, this was going to be fun. He was going to tease her until she could take no more.

  He walked back into the room and squirted some of the cherry-flavored lube on his fingertip.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Her lips opened and he put his finger past her warm lips, into her wet mouth. The irony wasn’t lost on him as her lips closed.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “What is that?”

  “It’s lube,” he replied. “I am going to use it on your pussy.”

  She took in a sharp breath and he grinned. He put more on his fingers and moved to the end of the bed. He touched the lips of her pussy and her hips lifted. The lube mixed with her own wetness and he spread them around, careful not to hit her clit.

  “Your lips are probably starting to tingle. Am I right?”

  “Oh god. Dev, are you trying to kill me?”

  “Sorry, I forgot to mention it was warming lube.”

  He hadn’t forgotten to mention anything. Not telling was part of the game. By now her mouth would be tingling as well as her pussy. He put the lube aside and sat on the bed next to her hip.

  “What…what are you doing now?”

  “Waiting,” he replied.

  When he was sure the lube was working at its maximum he picked up the rabbit vibrator. The pink bunny came to life as he turned it on.

  “Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is,” she panted.

  “What do you think I have?”

  “A vibrator!”

  Her flushed skin was damp with perspiration. He would love to tease her nipples with the vibrator but settled on touching the spot behind her knee. She jerked and moaned at the same time.

  “I’m surprised you know what a vibrator is.”

  She huffed. “I’m not a virgin, as you know. Of course I know what a vibrator is.”

  He moved it to her other knee. “Oh? Use one a lot? Do you have a big one?”

  “Yeah, a big black one.”

  He laughed. “Still have a smart mouth I see.”

  He touched the small of her back and then let the vibrator move lower to her ass cheek. She didn’t reply but became very still. Slowly he moved it down until it was close to her pussy.

  She cried out his name as he let the ears of the toy brush her clit. Then he pressed the toy against her and began to move it up and down. She was so wet and the vibrator slid around with ease. She grabbed the sheets and moaned. She tensed and he pulled the vibrator away before she could come.

  Over and over he tormented her this way, until her voice was hoarse from crying out his name. Each time she came close to coming, he would stop until he was sure she wouldn’t.

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  “Please what?” he asked as he let the ears of the vibrating bunny hit her clit.

  “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  His cock jumped at her raw admission.

  “How do you want me to fuck you?”

  He wanted her to tell him exactly what she wanted him to do. He wanted to hear the words leave her mouth.

  “I don’t care. Just do it please.”

  He made a tsk-tsk sound. “That won’t do, Shannon. Do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Use my tongue to fuck your pussy? My fingers?”

  With each suggestion her breathing became more erratic.

  He caressed her ass. “I’ve always wanted to take you this way.”

  He wondered what she thought of his admission. Would she ever let him do it? The Shannon he knew eight years ago wouldn’t.

  “Not tonight,” she said in a breathless voice. “I want you to fuck my pussy this time.”

  He stared down at her, filled with lust, desire and heat. Finally he reached down and untied her legs. He untied her arms too and was about to take the blindfold from her eyes when she stopped him.

  “No. Leave it on…please. I…I like it.”

  Her words took his breath away for a moment and then he said, “Roll over.”

  She turned onto her back and he took in the sight before him. The red silk scarf stood out against her pale skin. Her nipples were erect and truly looked like the buds of a flower. And she still wore those fucking sexy high heels.

  He ran his hand over her flat stomach and watched as goosebumps rose. She had always been responsive to his touch and it seemed some things never changed. He took off his boxers and his cock sprang forward.

  “Hold out your hand,” he told her.

  She obeyed and he rubbed his cock against her palm.

  “Is that…oh my God, Dev,” she exclaimed with a slight laugh. “Do you want me to give you a hand job?”

  “I’m not showing you so I can get a hand job, Shannon. I’m showing you so you can see how hard you make me.”

  She fell silent and he wondered what she was thinking. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and squeezed slightly before moving her hand up and down. God, she always knew the right amount of pressure to put on his flesh. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

  Finally he stopped her. “I’ve been waiting to be inside you ever since that night in the parking lot. Spread your legs.”

  Her breath hissed through her teeth and her legs opened. She was so wet that her arousal dribbled down onto the bed. He knelt next to her.

  “Dev, I’m so horny right now,” she whispered.

  He grinned but didn’t say anything. He held his cock and ran the tip against the lips of her pussy. She groaned and her head tossed to the side. Her whole body trembled as she waited for his next move.

  “I’ve thought about this several times. How I would fuck you hard and fast,” he said against her ear.

  She moaned something incoherent that sounded like “yes”. He leaned over her body and caught her nipple with his teeth. He tugged gently and then kissed the peaked mound. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and he caught her lips this time. Their tongues clashed in a frenzy of passion and he could feel her heart pounding against him.

  Her warm body arched upward and she pressed her mound against his cock. He suddenly pulled away from her and grabbed his jeans. He found the condom in the front pocket and tore it open. Shit, he had actually almost forgotten protection…again.

  He slid the condom over his dick and then caught her mouth again. He used his knee to guide her legs open and she obeyed. Slowly he slid into her. He knew it had been a while since she had been with anyone and he wanted to allow her time to adjust.

  He began to pull out but she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. She thrust upward and he filled her completely. Her act released a frenzy and he began to thrust into her—fuck being gentle.

  “You can come now, Shannon.”

  She cried out his name as her orgasm built. He lifted himself up with one arm and sweat rolled down his back. She stilled for a moment and then crumbled underneath him. Her pussy clenched his cock and his balls tightened. With a roar he came and thrust into her until he was finished.

  He collapsed against her as their bodies stopped shaking. She pulled off the scarf and stared up at him with passion-filled eyes.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he said as he caught her lips.

  “That was…wow,” she replied with a blush.

  He shifted, realizing how heavy he must be against her.

  She shook her head.
“No, don’t move. I like feeling you inside me.”

  Her confession caused his cock to jump and he grinned. “Ready for round two?”

  She grinned back. “Always the go-getter, aren’t you?”

  He kissed her and then nipped her lips. She would see just how much of a go-getter he could be.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sunlight hit Shannon in the face and she rolled over to hide against Dev’s shoulder…except he wasn’t there. Her eyes opened and she looked around the room. His clothes were gone and the spot next to her was cold.

  She sighed. Honestly what had she expected? One night of mind-blowing sex wasn’t going to fix the problems they had. If anything, their situation might be worse. She got out of bed and gasped. God, how long had it been since she had felt this tender? She went into the bathroom with a self-satisfied smile.

  After her shower she picked up her cell phone and stared at the time in shock. It was eight in the morning. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept through the night. Then again she hadn’t exactly slept…

  She laughed and dialed the bank. Her world came to a stop for a moment as she listened to her balance. He had really done it…half of the money was already in her account. She set her phone down in a daze.

  A knock on her door forced her to gather her composure.

  “Come in,” she called out.

  Mrs. Ingram walked in carrying a tray with orange juice and croissants. “How are you this morning?”

  “I’m good,” she replied. “How did you know I liked croissants?”

  “Mr. James informed the staff of some of your likes and dislikes.”

  “Oh? What else did he mention?”

  Mrs. Ingram set the tray down on the bed and Shannon was glad she had fixed the bedding. That way it wasn’t obvious what had happened all night long.

  “You enjoy hot tea with breakfast but also like Diet Coke. You usually don’t eat lunch but if you do you prefer something on the light side. You are allergic to shellfish, which you hate because you enjoyed it the one time you had it.”

  “He…he remembered all that?”

  Mrs. Ingram nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She let her breath out slowly. “Wow. Is he still here?”

  “No, he left around six to take care of some last-minute business. I believe your plane leaves at seven tonight.”

  “Plane?”

  Mrs. Ingram’s eyebrows lifted. “Didn’t he tell you? The two of you are leaving tonight for Las Vegas. He has a fight there in a week and they need him to do some press rounds.”

  Shannon suddenly felt very out of the loop but she tried to cover her discomfiture by saying, “Of course. I must have forgotten.”

  “Mr. James also arranged for me to keep your sweet, sweet puppy while you are away.”

  “I’m glad Alice made a good impression on you. My neighbor, Buddy, claims she is a hellion,” Shannon replied with a laugh.

  Mrs. Ingram giggled. “I must confess…Alice chewed up one of my house slippers but it was my fault for leaving them out.”

  “Oh no! Let me give you some money to buy a new pair!”

  Mrs. Ingram held up her hands. “Don’t be ridiculous. It was time for me to get rid of them. Your sweet puppy just helped me along.”

  Shannon grinned. “Well if she does it again, then I insist on buying you new ones. It’s the least I can do.” She glanced at the clock and then asked, “Do you know if Dev has arranged for any type of transportation for me to use while I’m here?”

  She needed to find a way to get the money she owed to the club before Johnny showed up there for work today.

  “He didn’t specifically mention it but he always allows his guests to use one of the Land Rovers. Would you like me to have it brought around?”

  “Yes please.”

  “It will be ready for you in ten minutes.” She pointed to the tray. “Now eat up, young lady. You are far too thin!”

  Shannon smiled and walked over to the tray. Picking up one of the warm croissants, she took a bite. The fluffy bread melted in her mouth and she could taste honey in the butter. Talk about sinfully delicious!

  She finished the croissant and drank most of the juice. She couldn’t remember the last time she had indulged in drinking real fruit juice. Her heart slammed against her chest. No, that wasn’t true. The last time she had drank juice was over eight years ago.

  She set the glass down and grabbed her purse. If she were lucky, she could make it to the bank and then to the club before Dev knew she was gone. And if she were really lucky, she could get to the club before Johnny did.

  * * * * *

  Dev laughed as Marco shook his hand, making sure there was no damage. Even with the protective pads on, Marco still felt each kick or jab. Muay Thai training tended to get a little out of hand but Dev couldn’t help it. There was nothing more liberating than kickboxing and he was damn good at it.

  As a kid he was always getting into fights. Sometimes over lunch money but most of the time he got into brawls with other kids because he was angry. Learning Muay Thai had been the best thing that happened to him, he realized. He learned how to harness the hate he felt and release it through fighting.

  Marco put the protective pad back on. “Again.”

  Dev made a circle around his friend and then kicked at him with his left leg. He tended to strike with his right and wanted to train until he used his left just as often. When he climbed into the ring for a fight he didn’t want his opponent to know what to expect.

  “Do it again. I could see you thinking about it before you struck.”

  Dev ground his teeth. He jabbed with his right arm and kicked with his left leg at the same time, knocking Marco to the ground.

  “Good. If you keep that up, you will win.” He pointed to the jump rope. “Cardio for ten minutes and then we can spar some more.”

  Dev picked up the black jump rope and hung it over his shoulder while he squirted water into his mouth. He wiped the sweat from his face on the sleeve of his shirt and then began turning the jump rope.

  He actually enjoyed this form of cardio. It gave him time to think, which was sometimes hard to come by. Unsurprisingly his thoughts went to Shannon. When he woke up she had been wrapped around him. What confused him was that he had held her as tightly as she held him.

  He lost his rhythm and the rope hit his foot. Fuck, he couldn’t even do something as simple as jumping rope when his thoughts were on her.

  “Problems?” Marco asked from across the room.

  He sighed. “I fucked Shannon last night.”

  “I thought as much.” Marco was silent for a moment and then said carefully, “Look, I don’t know what you expected. You have been hung up on this girl for a while. Did you really think you would get her out of your system in one night?”

  Dev’s stomach clenched in anger. “I’m not hung up on her. This is just about sex. And when the month is over I will be the one to walk away!”

  Marco wouldn’t meet Dev’s eyes. “I hope so, man.”

  Dev tossed the jump rope to the ground and went to the showers. Forget training. He needed to cool off before he knocked out his best friend.

  * * * * *

  Shannon stood in front of the club. Purposely she had parked the Land Rover down the street so no one would see what she was driving. Though the club was closed to the public during the day, inside would be full of employees. The Honey Jar, much like a real beehive, was always busy with workers. She just hoped Johnny wasn’t one of them.

  A quick glance at her watch gave her hope. He usually didn’t get up until at least noon and it was only ten. It had taken longer than she expected at the bank to get the cashier’s check. Apparently they had doubted the balance of her account and wanted to look into it.

  Taking a deep breath, she walked through the swinging front door. Adam, the bouncer, sat on his barstool reading a book on the e-reader she had bought for him.

  “Baby girl! I heard you quit!”<
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  “Yeah I did. Something came along that I just couldn’t pass up.”

  Technically something had come along so this wasn’t a lie. Dev had made her an offer she couldn’t resist, for more reasons than one.

  “The boss was not a happy man when he found out you were gone. There are a few holes in the wall to prove it too.”

  Oh, she didn’t doubt it. Johnny had one of the worst tempers she had ever seen in her life.

  She looked around. “He isn’t here is he?”

  Adam shook his head. “No, you know it’s too early for him to be here.”

  She let out her breath in relief.

  “Molly is upstairs though. You should stop by and see her before you go.”

  “I will.”

  She took the stairs two at a time and went to the basement. Even though Johnny wasn’t around, she didn’t want to risk getting caught in his office alone. There wasn’t enough protection in the world to keep her safe in the basement.

  Johnny always kept his office unlocked, trusting his high-tech security system to catch any thieves who were stupid enough to try to rob him. She looked up at the camera hanging on the wall and held up the check as she walked through the door.

  The scent of his cologne and cigar smoke mixed as she stepped farther into his lair. She couldn’t remember the last time he had redecorated his office. She walked across the faded brown carpet, stained with god only knew what. She reached his desk and set the check on his keyboard where he would be sure to see it.

  Turing, she all but ran out of the room and up the stairs. Even when she was safely on the first floor her skin still felt as if it were crawling. Rubbing her arms, she went to the second floor, the VIP level…the level where Dev had first spotted her after all those years.

  Molly stood in front of the bar, directing a vendor on where to place the expensive alcohol. Shannon caught her friend’s eye in the mirror and Molly turned.

  “Shannon,” she said. “I thought you quit, you bitch.” Molly often used bitch as a term of affection.

  “I did. I just had to drop something off for Johnny.”

  Molly grabbed Shannon’s arm and walked her several feet away from the vendor.

  “He was mad, Shan,” she said in a low voice. “I haven’t seen him that mad before. He thinks you’re screwing one of his customers and he isn’t happy about it.”