Say You Desire Me (Full Moon, #3)

by Van Mol, Stefanie

“It was amazing, thank you for convincing me.”

  I kick down the kickstand and dismount the bike myself.

  Jolene pulls her hair together in a messy ponytail and then looks at me. “What are we going to do here?”

  I smile. She’s always so curious. I like that about her.

  “Do you always ask this many questions?” I ask amused. “Maybe, just for one night, stop asking questions. Let me lead you.”

  She bites her lower lip. She clearly has trouble when someone else is in charge, but I’m determined to change that. I take a step closer to her and pull her against me. With my thumb, I free her bottom lip from her teeth.

  “Do you remember how it felt to hand me the control in the bedroom? Didn’t you feel free?”

  I can see her turning red, but she nods her head.

  “This is the same, Jolene. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

  That beautiful laugh I get to see more and more appears on her face. It feels like the small layer of ice that’s wrapped around her soul is slowly melting. I don’t know that guy before me, but he clearly left her with so much insecurity. And even though I know our time together is limited, I want her to find her inner strength again. I want her to enjoy her life. Not everything has to be a calculated risk. Sometimes you need to take the leap into the unknown.

  I made that leap once, at the beginning of Full Moon. I risked it all but look at where we are now. Sticks and all the rest of the band members can attest to that. Was it the easy choice? Definitely not. We all had our own struggles to get to this point, but we made it. I would do it all over again.

  “Shall we?”

  I hold out my hand for her and wait until she puts her hand in mine. As soon as she does, I entwine our fingers. It feels so natural that I don’t even think about it.

  But I have to protect my heart a little. All I want is for Jolene to have a good time. The last thing I want is to fall in love with her, or worse, for her to fall in love with me. Because there’s just no way there is a future for us together. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy every second I’m going to spend with her this summer.

  14

  Jolene

  The motorcycle ride was amazing! I’ve never been on one before, and I have to admit I’ve always been afraid of it. You read the most terrifying things about motorcycle accidents in the newspaper. But John really made an effort to make me stop thinking too much for a while and just go with the flow.

  It was an intense experience. Every time John revved the engine I felt a vibration between my legs. That, combined with the fact I was sitting so close to him... I’m turned on like never before. That seems to happen every time I’m close to him. He doesn’t even have to be close to me, just thinking about him will have the same effect on me. I can’t help myself. Whenever I’m with him, my wild side comes out. I’ve done things with John that never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be capable of.

  We walk in silence through the streets. I have absolutely no clue where he’s taking me. And if I’m being totally honest, I hope the walk takes a while, because that means he’ll be holding my hand longer. I also love the feeling that we don’t need to hide from anyone. Not once did I look over my shoulder to be sure no one was around. I can enjoy our time together.

  When we leave the busy street and John guides me into a narrow, deserted alley, I hesitate. It’s like he knows my mind is racing with bad ideas, because John smiles at me and comforts me.

  “Trust me, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  He winks at me and pulls me farther along down the alley. If it would have been only me, then I would never walk here. But with John beside me, I feel safe. We’re almost at the end of the alley when John stops in front of a door.

  When he opens it, I can’t believe my eyes. Behind it, there’s an open courtyard. There are about ten tables, all occupied except for one. There is a live band playing some cheerful song. All the tables have this red-and-white checkered pattern. The courtyard looks magical. It’s so romantic. I don’t understand why it’s tucked away in the strangest part of the city.

  A man approaches us. He has short, dark hair and his scruffy beard gives him a very sexy look. When John sees him, he lets go of my hand and he and the man give each other a hug.

  “Giorgio, how are you doing?”

  “Fantastic, long time since I last saw you. How have you been?”

  “I can’t complain, we’re here for a few weeks filled with concerts, but after the summer we’ll take a break, try to write some new music.”

  Giorgio turns his attention to me. He kisses the back of my hand.

  “Buonasera, bellezza.”

  Oh, hearing him speak Italian gets me all hot and bothered. I laugh shyly. John pulls me against him and wraps his arm over my shoulders. No matter how much I enjoyed the attention Giorgio was giving me, it is nothing compared with the feeling I have right now. I can smell John’s unique scent, and I love the feeling of his strong arm around me.

  Giorgio throws his head back and laughs.

  “You haven’t changed a hair, I see.” He turns to me and then adds. “Don’t mind him. He’s used to losing his girls to me all the time, especially when they’re as pretty as you are.”

  “In your dreams,” John snaps back.

  I can’t help it, but his reaction makes me laugh. John and Giorgio seem to have a unique friendship. I can’t wait to find out the story behind it.

  “Instead of hitting on my girl shamelessly right in front of me, why don’t you show us to our table.”

  “You got it, rock star.”

  Giorgio leads us to the only free table left. John takes off his leather vest and helps me with mine. Giorgio takes both away to the coat rack. Once we’re seated, the waiter hands us the menu. “What are you having?” John asks.

  “Mmm, everything looks so good. What do you recommend?”

  I look at him curiously. A beautiful smile spreads on his face, including his sexy dimple.

  “What’s so funny?”

  He grins at me. “It’s so nice to go out with a girl who doesn’t order a salad and then eat all my food.”

  This makes us both laugh.

  “Well, I’m most definitely not that kind of girl, I love food. I will never be the skinny type. I have curves and whoever has a problem with that,” I lift my shoulder, “well, that’s their problem.”

  John looks at me seriously. “Believe me, Jolene. Guys like curves.”

  I don’t know how he does that, but he always knows the right thing to say all the time. His eyes shine brightly when he looks at me, and I’m sure he’s thinking about last night. I still can’t believe that I did those things with him. Don’t get me wrong, I always suspected I could be a more adventurous type of girl when it came to sex, but I just didn’t have the right boyfriend to embrace that side of me. Especially Lionel. He was more the we-have-sex-because-that’s-how-it’s-supposed-to-be kind of guy.

  Well, I guess I should thank him for dumping me, he clearly did me a favor. But no matter what his reasoning was, cheating is never okay with me.

  When the waiter returns to our table with two glasses of Chardonnay, John orders two exotic sounding dishes for the both of us. I have no idea what he’s getting us, but I’m certain it will be delicious. Besides, I want to start trying new things.

  The best part about this night is that there’s never an awkward silence between us. It feels like we’ve known each other for years. John tells me about his family. He has three older sisters. He was a surprise his mom and dad didn’t expect. I can only imagine how he always wrapped his sisters around his finger, being the cute kid brother.

  He asks about my childhood and even hands me his napkin when I get teary-eyed telling him about my parents. It all feels so natural. I don’t feel like I need to hide myself, and it’s been a long time since I was this relaxed.

  “Don’t you miss your boyfriend?”

  Well, that’s a tur
n in this conversation I wasn’t expecting. I take a sip of wine. John keeps focusing on me and I wonder why he wants to know.

  I shrug.

  “Truth? I was shocked the moment he broke up with me. I did not see that coming. But when I think of it now, all the signs were there. We weren’t a good fit.”

  “What kind of signs?”

  “We were together for two years, and in all of that time, he always had more time for his friends than for me. I used to say I was okay with it, but I should have known that it wasn’t normal. Of course, there were other parts of our relationship that weren’t going well, but I know you already figured that out.”

  The wine is going to my head. Not that I’m drunk, but I can definitely feel myself loosening up more than usual.

  John laughs at my last remark.

  “I’m glad we can scratch off that part of your to-do list.”

  This makes me giggle. I love how confident he is about himself, and I can’t blame him, because he really does know his way around the bedroom. And the way he scratched it off my list is a way I’ll never forget. It was, without a doubt, the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. Of course, I masturbated and made myself come, but that pales in comparison with what he is capable of.

  “Well, I do have a long list with things I want to try, but with Lionel, that was never an option. He wasn’t the adventurous type.”

  John leans forward in his chair and looks at me with this intense look in his eyes.

  “Tell me one thing that’s on the list.”

  I look around us to the other tables to makes sure no one can hear what I’m about to say. Everyone seems like they’re too caught up in their own conversations to notice ours.

  “I can’t tell you that here.”

  “Oh, come on. Don’t go shy on me now, tell me.”

  John takes his glass and takes a sip, his gaze never leaving me the whole time.

  “I always wondered about anal sex, but when I asked Lionel, he told me I was insane.”

  John spits his water over the table. I smile at him. It looks like I managed to shock him. Mister Sex on a Stick, who has, without a doubt, had anal sex before. I mean, he has tons of experience, so I’m actually surprised that he didn’t seem to expect me to say that I want to try that.

  Saying this out loud makes me realize Lionel was so different than John. Lionel was the type of guy who only wanted sex in the missionary position in a really dark room. Thank God, I could convince him to at least take of his socks before we went to bed, because that would be unbearable. Of course, I hated the fact that our sex life was like that, but I thought I loved him, so I thought I could learn to live with it.

  The few times I’ve been with John have made me feel things I’ve never felt before. He made me feel alive. He turned me on like never before. Lionel never managed to make me come, and John, well he only needs to look at me with that burning desire in his gaze and I’m squirming in my seat.

  When John finally catches his breath, he puts down his glass and looks at me with a smirk on his lips. “So, anal sex?” He shakes his head. “Who would have thought.”

  “Well, you asked.”

  John leans a little closer to me, and I can feel the heat rising. “What makes you curious about it?”

  This makes me blush. “I don’t know. It seems so... taboo. I think you need to have a certain level of trust in your partner with... that.”

  John’s eyes sparkle mischievously. I know he’s already putting together a way in his head to make it happen. Is it me, or does it feel kind of hot all of a sudden? When he smiles at me, I know he knows exactly what I’m feeling. He knows the effect he has on me, and he loves that. He gives me his signature smile, the one that makes my panties evaporate. We’re so lost in each other, we didn’t notice Giorgio approach.

  “Would you like some dessert?”

  “I’m absolutely ready for dessert, but first could you bring us two of your famous tiramisus?”

  My cheeks heat up, and I’m sure they are a pretty red shade by now. This makes both John and Giorgio laugh. Thank God, Giorgio leaves our table and heads back to the kitchen. It only takes a few minutes before he returns with two plates in his hands.

  My fork glides through the different layers of the decadent dessert. As soon as the first bite lands on my tongue, I am overwhelmed with its flavor. I can’t help but moan and close my eyes at the most divine tiramisu I have ever tasted.

  When I open my eyes again, I can see John staring at me. He hasn’t taken a bite of his. He stares at me with this intense desire burning in his eyes. I return his stare when I take my next bite of tiramisu. I bring the fork to my mouth and seductively seal my lips over it. I let my lips glide over the fork and make a spectacle of cleaning every bit of tiramisu from the fork with my tongue.

  I keep this up until there’re only bits of cocoa powder left on the plate. I can’t resist the urge and swipe my finger across the plate and slowly bring it to my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I want to put the finger in my mouth and suck on it until there’s not a hint of powder left.

  But right as it reaches my mouth, John stops me and pulls my finger to his mouth. He sucks my finger and swirls his tongue around it. He releases my finger with a pop. I’m about to pull my finger back he bites it softly.

  I can feel it deep inside my core. I have to press my legs together to try to relieve the pressure just a little. The knowing smirk on his face gets even bigger when he sees my reaction.

  “I think it’s time you agree to my proposal.”

  His gaze collides with mine. I can see the question burning in his eyes. He wants this just as bad as I do, but I have to protect myself.

  “I think you’re right, but there is one thing you have to promise me.”

  “And what would that be?”

  “We cannot fall in love. The deal is only for this summer. After that, we each go our separate ways.”

  “Deal.”

  15

  John

  Those soft red lips have made me crazy with desire the entire evening. Ever since we left the restaurant, I have had this urge to kiss her. And now that we are finally all alone in my hotel room, I can no longer control myself. I press my lips against hers, soft but urgent and as soon as her lips touch mine, all the desire flows directly to my cock. The sexual tension that has been between us the entire evening is about to explode.

  No woman has ever made me feel this way before in such a short time. She made me feel so relaxed. We talked about everything and nothing. And yet, it was an interesting evening. There was never an awkward silence between us.

  Fuck, I still remember my reaction when she told me she fantasizes about anal sex. I mean, what kind of guy wouldn’t go crazy? I don’t think any woman has made me choke on my water like that before, but to be honest, I loved it. That victorious gaze she gave me when she saw the reaction I had? Priceless. What I’m most curious about is how she will react later, when her confession turns against her.

  We managed to get to my hotel room unseen, and now I have her all to myself again. You would think after an entire evening together we would have had enough of each other, but I don’t think that will ever happen.

  I push her against the wall and kiss her with the burning desire I’ve been suppressing all night. She didn’t even get the chance to take off her jacket, but I don’t care about that right now. Her full, red lips have teased me all night, and since her little tiramisu show, my dick has been painfully hard.

  I push my lips against hers, and my tongue demands access. This is not a soft kiss, this is the tension that has been hanging between us all night coming out all at once. Our hands are everywhere. We try to rip the clothes off each other as fast as possible.

  We’re both left naked standing between a pile of clothes scattered on the floor around us. Our breathing is heavy, like we just ran a marathon. But this is only the beginning of what I have in store for her. I squat down, put my hands on her ass and lift her up i
n my arms. She wraps her legs around me, and we fit together like our bodies were made for each other. We both moan when our private parts touch. I kiss her again and walk us to the bed.

  I put her down on the mattress, and after another hot kiss, I stand up straight. I move to the end of the bed and look at the breathtaking view before me. Jolene is lying on the bed, her hair draped over the sheets. Her breasts looking gorgeous moving up and down fast. I grab her legs at the ankles and pull her to the end of the mattress until her butt is on the edge. She giggles, and I can see her bright smile on her face. She looks even prettier than before. Her eyes are glazed over with lust and curiosity as to what is about to come. I place her feet on the bed, so she’s spread out wide for me.

  “I hope that your sweet pussy is ready for me.”

  She gives me a wicked smile. “For you, I’m always ready.”

  I squat down until I’m sitting on my knees, with my head between her legs. I can already smell her arousal and see the glistering proof on her pussy. Painfully slow I bring my head closer to the place she so desperately desires my touch. My gaze never leaving hers. I can see her follow every move I make.

  I bring my head closer and closer. I swipe my tongue between her wet lips and give her pussy one slow lick. Jolene moans and closes her eyes. For now, I let her, but I want her to watch. I want her to see what I can do to her, and I want to see her eyes sparkle when she comes for me.

  With my thumb and index finger, I spread her lips open and let my tongue lick over her clit. In this position, I have the perfect view and I can see Jolene’s every reaction to my touch. She gets wetter and wetter for me and she starts to squirm. I keep her pinned to the mattress while I lick and caress her, I can feel she’s getting closer and closer. She tastes fantastic; I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of licking her sweet cunt.

  I bring my finger to her opening and slowly push it inside her. I watch it disappear deeper and deeper. It’s amazing to see her body closing around my digit. It feels hot and tight. I push my finger in and out of her a few more times before I glide it farther down and press softly on her anus.