Unraveled- 8 Delicious Tale of Passion

by Fawkes, Sara

  was special. He could have any woman he wanted, but he’d chosen her.

  She stroked his hair back from his face. “So are you.”

  Then she kissed him, lightly brushing her lips on his at first, then deepening the kiss. He arched

  upward, pushing his cock deeper. She pulled her lips away and sucked in air. He was so big,

  stretching her so good.

  He grasped her hips and guided her up and down. She rose and fell, swallowing his cock deep each

  time she lowered her body. Pleasure spiraled through her, a maelstrom of intense sensations.

  He groaned and she felt him swell even harder inside her

  Pleasure swelled inside her and she moaned. She clutched his big shoulders, feeling the muscles

  ripple under her fingers. Their gazes remained locked and she felt herself drawn into his

  mesmerizing, intensely blue eyes.

  His lips brushed hers. “I want to make you come. I want to see your face glowing in ecstasy.”

  He continued to guide her hips in a steady motion, then he thrust upward, driving deep. She

  groaned, squeezing him inside her. Her eyelids fell closed as the pleasure swelled.

  “Open your eyes, Jessica.”

  She opened them again and found herself lost in his blue depths as he continued filling her. She

  ran her hand along the side of his face, loving the bristly feel of his cheek, then he spiked inside her

  and bliss blossomed through her.

  “Oh, Storm.”

  His cock drove deep again, and he gripped her hips possessively.

  “God, yes, I’m...” She gasped and rode him, up and down, faster and faster, driving the pleasure

  higher until she exploded in ecstasy.

  He moaned low in his throat. Then he thrust again, shuddering as he erupted inside her.

  She continued to ride him as the pleasure waned to a steady, even buzz of delight. Finally, she

  collapsed against his solid chest and his arms wrapped around her. As he held her close, she felt

  cherished.

  God, the man knew how to make love to a woman. And how to make her feel like she meant

  something to him.

  As she rested in the sweet embrace of his arms, she realized that would be because he’d had a great

  deal of practice.

  * * *

  When she woke up in the morning, she opened her eyes to see a tattooed arm tucked around her waist.

  She couldn’t believe Storm had stayed over. She had expected him to be on his way as soon as they’d

  finished their lovemaking last night. Isn’t that what bad-boy rockers who drove motorcycles did?

  But Storm was more like the rocker of her fantasies. A sensitive artistic musician who cared about

  the women he was with and showed it. She’d never believed a real rocker to be like that. They were

  arrogant and angsty, and a little selfish. Weren’t they?

  She rolled onto her back and gazed at his handsome, sleeping face.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked without opening his eyes.

  She smiled. “You.”

  “And what are you thinking about me?”

  “I was just thinking that...” She snuggled in closer and nuzzled his neck.

  He smiled and opened his eyes. She stared into them, amazed at how blue they were.

  “Yes?” he prompted.

  She smiled and turned timid. “Just that... you were amazing last night. Not exactly what I

  expected.”

  “In what way?”

  “Well, I didn’t think you’d stay over.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You thought it’d be wham, bam, thank you ma’am?”

  “No... well... yeah.”

  He pulled her in close and kissed her. “I hate to think you have such a low opinion of me.”

  He actually seemed hurt. No huge rock star ego here.

  “I’m sorry, I... guess I had certain expectations of a charismatic rock star.”

  “I’m not a star.”

  “You were certainly star of the show last night. And all the women loved you.”

  He smiled. “But you were the only woman I loved back.”

  He pushed himself up on his elbow, gazing down at her. “You did enjoy last night, didn’t you?”

  Her heart swelled and she stroked his cheek. “Yes, it was... wonderful.” No words would do

  justice to how he’d made her feel last night. “You were a fantasy come true.”

  He grinned. “Yeah, and what fantasy would that be?”

  She laughed. “Being with a bad-assed rock musician with a fetish for wild adventures.”

  He chuckled. “I actually thought that was what repelled you about me.”

  Her fingers plucked at the sheets. “You made me nervous. You seem to live life on the edge, and

  I didn’t know what I was opening myself up to.”

  He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. “Jessica, you’ll always be safe with me. I

  promise you that.”

  Her heart surged with pleasure. “I know.” It was just true, for no reason she could put her finger

  on. She just believed it right down to her core.

  “You were so afraid of me that first day. I hated that.” His solemn gaze held hers. “I just wanted

  to protect you and make sure you got back to town safe and sound.”

  A part of her wanted to protest. Tell him that she could take care of herself.

  At her silence, his lips turned up in a grin. “Uh oh. I see that look in your eye. Don’t get me

  wrong. I could tell you were very capable, and your determination to walk back to town, even in those

  crazy high heels of yours, told me straight up that you were a woman to be reckoned with. But it’s not

  safe out on a dark road like that. For anyone. Someone dangerous might have come along.”

  She smiled. “Like you.”

  He growled and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his big body.

  “I’ll show you dangerous.” He grasped her wrists and held them over her head with one hand as

  his lips nuzzled her neck.

  She mock struggled against him, arching her body as tingles raced along her spine. His lips moved

  down to her collar bone, then over the swell of her breast. When his mouth captured her nipple, she

  gasped at the exquisite sensation.

  She couldn’t believe she’d tried to resist him at first, and thanked her lucky stars that he hadn’t

  given up on her.

  His big body on top of her, crushing her breasts, her wrists pinned above her head, and the feel of

  his gigantic cock swelling against her belly took her breath away. She squirmed as her sex grew wet

  and flooded with heat.

  ”Please, Storm,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”

  He scraped his teeth against her nipple, eliciting a gasp.

  “If you want me so bad, tell me what I want to hear.”

  Her eyes widened. “What’s that?”

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you in a way I want to hear it.”

  She ached for him. “I want you to ... uh...”

  He nipped her ear. “Say it.”

  He pressed his groin to her, pushing his hot, hard shaft against her.

  His hot breath rushed against her ear as he spoke. “I think the word you’re looking for is “fuck”.

  He licked her nipple against, then sucked, hard, making her moan.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he insisted, tightening his hold on her wrists.

  “I want you to... uh... fuck me.”

  His eyes gleamed. “What do you want?”

  She shivered inside. “Please. I want you to fuck me,” she said with more conviction.

  He arched his groin against her again, his hard length pressing against
her wet slit. The pressure

  made her insides throb with need.

  “Oh, God, please. Fuck me.”

  He chuckled, then grasped his big cock and stroked it over her slick flesh. He teased her opening

  with his hot cockhead, gliding it back and forth. She arched against him, wanting him inside her, but

  he held back.

  “Now. Drive it into me,” she demanded.

  He laughed, then pivoted forward. His huge erection plunged into her, filling her to the root. She

  gasped, her wrists straining against his hand.

  He began to move, his cock gliding inside her. She moaned at the delicious sensation of his big

  body taking her. He released her wrists and cupped her breast as he rode her, moving faster and

  faster. Then she felt his fingers moving between their bodies and he found her clit. She gasped, then

  arched as potent sensations blasted through her.

  “Oh, God, you’re going to make me come.”

  “Do it, baby.”

  He flicked her clit again and a rush of pleasure stormed through her in a tidal wave. She gasped,

  then wailed as the orgasm slammed through her.

  He arched up, then groaned his release.

  Her body dissolved into pure bliss, time melting away around her.

  Finally, they collapsed on the bed. His inked arms came around her and held her close to him.

  She could hear his rapid heartbeat against her ear.

  God, she knew the man wouldn’t stay around long. Why would he?

  But while he was here, it certainly would be one hell of a ride.

  * * *

  Twenty minutes later, he stood behind her in the shower soaping her breasts. The feel of his warm

  hands gliding over her slippery flesh was heaven.

  “So, tell me, what other fantasies do you have?” he said.

  “Oh, I think you’ve pretty well satisfied them all.”

  “Pretty well?”

  She laughed as she turned to face him. The sexy sight of the water sluicing down his muscular

  arms, over the rhythmic tribal tattoos threw her off balance. She still couldn’t believe he was here

  with her.

  “I mean exceptionally well.”

  He chuckled then pulled her in for a kiss. “I’d like to know what even more interesting sexual

  adventures I could bring to life for you.”

  The memory of the sex dream she’d had about Storm—where another man joined them while

  Storm fucked her on a pool table, both their cocks gliding into her—flashed through her brain. She

  could still remember the feel of the second cock gliding into her ass while Storm’s cock filled her

  from the front.

  Her gaze dropped from his face as her cheeks flushed. “You’ve already fulfilled my fantasies.”

  He laughed. “I don’t think so. From those rosy cheeks of yours, I know you’re hiding something.”

  “No, there’s nothing.”

  He curled his arms around her and backed her against the shower wall.

  “Tell me,” he insisted.

  “Really, there’s nothing else.”

  He started to tickle her and she jerked back against the tiled wall, laughing.

  He nipped her ear. “Tell me.”

  “It’s not a fantasy.”

  His eyes glittered. “So there is something. What is it?”

  “It was just a dream.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “A dream. Hmm. I bet that means a really deep fantasy.”

  She furrowed her brow. “I don’t think so.”

  He grinned. “I bet it’s something really kinky.”

  She hesitated.

  “Come on, baby. I promise I won’t judge you. In fact, I bet it’ll get me really hot.”

  “I... well... I had this dream about us.”

  “Go on.”

  “We were... having sex in a pool hall.”

  His hands wrapped around her waist. “That sound pretty hot.”

  “Then...” Her cheeks flushed. “Another man came in.”

  His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”

  “And... well... He joined us.”

  “Really?” His broad grin revealed his straight, white teeth. “And by join us you mean...?” His

  eyebrows arched.

  “He...”—she moved her hand in a rolling motion—“joined us.”

  He leaned in close and murmured in her ear. “You mean he fucked you at the same time as I did.”

  She nodded, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.

  “Damn, that’s hot.” He cradled her face in his hand and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.

  It was another twenty minutes before they made it to the kitchen for coffee.

  * * *

  Over the next several weeks, she started seeing Storm regularly. When he’d play a show, she would

  watch him from backstage. Afterward, the groupies tried to tempt him, but he went home with her

  every time.

  She knew this thing between them wouldn’t last, and that was just as well. He was an exciting

  interlude, and wild fling, but their relationship just wasn’t sustainable. They were too different. He

  was a thrill seeker who liked to take wild risks, like the bungee jumping off the bridge the second

  week he was in town. She watched in awe and trepidation, worried he’d be hurt or killed.

  Despite what he’d said when he convinced her to date him—that he wanted to do the boyfriend

  thing—he’d also admitted that it probably wouldn’t last forever.

  To be fair, staying with a woman for a few weeks, or even a couple of months, probably felt like a

  lifetime to him. But she didn’t fool herself. A man like Storm lived for the moment, moving to a new

  town whenever the whim took him., He would not allow himself to be tied down for very long.

  And she understood that. So she knew better than to lose her heart to him. She would enjoy what

  they had, and accept it when he finally left.

  * * *

  Storm woke up to the feel of a warm body wrapped in his arms, and soft, naked breasts pressed against

  his chest. He breathed in the scent of her orange blossom shampoo.

  These had been the best few weeks of his life. He’d never really dated a woman before, at least

  not with the intent of anything more than sex. Not that he wouldn’t have loved to have a serious

  relationship, but when his father had been alive, he never would have exposed a woman he cared about

  to that abusive, ruthless man. And he knew if he’d had a relationship with anyone, his father would

  have found a way to interfere, unless she was exactly the woman he’d wanted for his son.

  Jessica reminded him of a woman who had once worked for him, before he’d decided to turn his

  full attention to his passion of being a musician. That other woman had been sweet and caring, and for

  a short time, he’d wondered if there could be something between them, but she’d worked for him,

  which was a disaster in the making all by itself. Add his father to the equation and it was a no-go

  from the beginning. Just as well, because now he’d met Jessica.

  He’d convinced her to date him by telling her he wanted to experience being a boyfriend, which

  was true. This experience was really good for him. Jessica gave him exactly what he needed.

  Acceptance. Exactly as he’d hoped, she cared for him because of who he was, inside and out. He

  didn’t know how long it would last, but he’d ensure that she enjoyed every minute of it.

  He smiled when he remembered how cautious she’d been getting to know him. She hadn’t just

  swooned and wanted him because of his bad-boy persona. She had actually had to get past that to

  allow herself to
go out with him. Now he saw the change in her. Being with him seemed to allow her

  to discover her inner bad girl. Hearing her use the word “fuck” last night—which had clearly pushed

  her out of her comfort zone—had been intensely sexy. And he considered getting her to admit to her

  fantasy of being with two men, which totally blew his mind, a real coup.

  She was definitely opening up. As much as she said she didn’t like to take risks, he was sure there

  was an extremely adventurous woman locked up inside her, and he intended to help her escape.

  She stirred and he kissed the top of her head. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, and when

  he saw the loving warmth in her eyes, it was as though a hand had reached inside his chest and

  squeezed his heart. He was elated and alarmed at the same time.

  Could she be falling for him?

  He simultaneously wanted it to be true and not be true.

  Was it fair to her to allow her to believe there was a future for them?

  It’s not that he wouldn’t love to have a long term relationship with her. Maybe even forever.

  But not now.

  He was still discovering who he was. Who he wanted to be. He loved his life right now, and a

  major part of that was the complete freedom he had.

  He gazed into her beautiful, expressive green eyes. And part of it was because of her. Since his

  father died, he’d been searching for himself, and she was helping him find a part he didn’t know

  existed.

  But there was so much she didn’t understand about him. If she didn’t know who he was—if he

  didn’t know who he was—then how could he be the man she needed?

  “You seem deep in thought,” she murmured sleepily.

  He tipped his head down and kissed her, loving the feel of her soft lips against his.

  “Just thinking about how I love having your naked body against mine.”

  She laughed, wiggling her butt against his semi-erect cock. “Yeah, I can tell.”

  He smiled and tucked his arm tighter around her. His gaze fell on the framed picture on the wall

  beside the bed.

  “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that picture. Is that a moth?”

  She nodded. “A leopard moth.”

  It looked like a photocopy, and not great quality. Why would she have framed something like

  that?

  “I bet there’s a story behind it.”

  She pushed herself up to a sitting position and glanced at it. The small smile that claimed her lips