Desires (45 page)

The giggling girls surrounded him. He looked pleased.
Well, that was natural. It was nice to get attention, flattering. Heck, why had
she dressed up like this if not to get some male attention? He smiled and
talked to them. Then one of the girls got close, putting her hands on his
waist. Stacie watched as he smiled and took her hands off him. She said something
and he leaned close and spoke in her ear. She made a
moue
of disappointment and then said something to all her friends.
Stacie could see them all going “
Awww
,” and making disappointed faces. She didn’t have to
hear them, it was clear he had just told them he wasn't available. Not even
looking at the nerdy guys, the gaggle went off in search of someone else. Dan
shrugged his shoulders as his mates spoke to him and carried on dancing. Stacie
smiled. He was hers. He had turned down a bunch of very pretty girls, for her.
He had given up a job that brought him in a lot of money, for her.

She made her way downstairs and across the dance floor,
keeping people between her and Dan the whole time. She didn’t want him to see
her yet. She circled round behind him and brushed her body past him, stroking
her fingers across his bottom as she did so. She darted into the crowd as he
turned, trying to catch a glimpse of who had touched him. He wouldn’t be
expecting her to be here, so he wouldn’t recognise the back view of the
brunette in the sexy bodice who was sashaying away from him. She hid behind a
pillar and snuck a look, giggling as she saw his puzzled face scanning the
crowd.

She came in again, sneaking up on him, this time she
pressed her body against him, running her hands up and down his sides. He
stiffened, trying to grab her hands. He spun so fast she barely had time to
turn away, pretending to be dancing with another guy, who could evidently
barely believe his luck at her sudden interest.

As soon as Dan turned back, Stacie grinned to herself
and went off to the bar to get another drink. She could see Dan twisting his
head around, trying to figure out who the mystery woman was.

She got a glass of wine and watched Dan for a while from
behind her pillar. He was showing zero interest in any of the women who were
approaching him, in fact, he seemed quite cross. As Stacie finished her glass,
one of her favourite tracks came on. She headed back onto the dance floor, snaking
her way back to Dan.

She snuggled up behind him, running her hands down his
chest. This time, snake-quick, he grabbed one of her hands, holding it in a
grip so firm as to be almost painful.

“Now, look,” he began as he swung round to face her, his
face set. Stacie was quite delighted to find that his comic double-take lasted
a full five seconds, including a classic mouth-drop. She put her finger to his
chin and exerted pressure.

“Close your mouth, darling,” she said. “You look like a
goldfish.”

“Stacie? What…?”

“I work at the magazine,” she said, anticipating the
question.

“You don’t!”

“Yes, I do. Have done for several years.”

“But you can’t work there. I work there!”

She gestured around. “Lots of people work there.”

“But…”

She put her finger on his lips. “Shut up and kiss me!”

Dan’s face split in a huge smile and he crushed her in
his arms, lifting her off her feet and swinging her around. He put her down and
kissed her, holding her face in his hands, tasting her lips, making sure she
had no lipstick left on, by the feel of it. She kissed him back, holding him
tightly, feeling his muscles bunching on his back. He released her, then pulled
her into a hug again. She pillowed her head on his shoulders, closing her eyes,
content to be exactly where she was, right now.

“This is Stacie. This is the girl I’ve been telling you
about,” he said to his friends.

“You’ve been telling your friends about me?”

“Of course!”

They all mumbled hellos and he introduced them to her
but she was paying no attention to anything other than the fact that he was
there, looking divine in his tux, and she was there.

Dan took her farther onto the dance floor, holding her
close, locking her into his body. She could smell his divine aroma, staring
into his wonderful eyes as they did the swaying-back-and-forth-holding-onto-each-other
dance. It was as if the room was empty—it was just the two of them dancing
around the floor, like Cinderella, except she didn’t have to go home at
midnight.

The rest of the night passed in a happy blur. They
stayed together, permanently attached at the hand, or the arm, kissing each
other constantly until their friends made sick noises. The dancing got more and
more suggestive as the night went on. Dan ground his groin into her and she
willingly thrust back.

“You’re the sexiest girl alive,” he whispered in her ear.

“And you, sir, are the hottest man in the world,” she
said, not sure how long she could wait till they were alone.

“You have amazing breasts.”

“You have an amazing cock,” she told him, sliding her
hand between them right there on the dance floor, feeling his cock hardening.

His eyes almost popped out. Smiling, she twisted in his
arms, taking his hands and putting them on her waist, while she danced
seductively before him, grinding her bottom back into his pelvis.

“Right, that’s it, woman. You’re coming with me.”

Dan grabbed her hand, and almost dragged her out in the
foyer.

“My jacket,” she insisted, detouring to the cloakroom.
He helped her on with it, then they raced out the building, jumping into a
taxi. Their lips were permanently glued together. Dan glided his hand under her
skirt, teasing her unbearably, while she rubbed his cock under cover of his
coat.

The taxi dropped them off. They stumbled down a path,
their lips still sealed together. Stacie barely noticed they were outside an
unfamiliar house. He unlocked the front door and they almost fell in. Stacie started
to push his jacket off, when he suddenly stopped her.

“Hang on, is it Saturday yet?” he said, releasing her. She
stood there, shocked, seeing him disappearing. What was he doing? Stacie followed
him into a dark room. As her eyes adjusted, she could see it was a spacious
kitchen. Blue digits on the microwave proclaimed that it was 23.58. “We have
two minutes to go,” he said very seriously.

Stacie looked at him, laughing. “Seriously?”

“Oh yes. We arranged to meet on Saturday. Where would
the world be if people just met willy-nilly, whenever they felt like it?”

“I’ll
nilly
your willy if you
don’t get over here right now,” Stacie told him, putting her hand on her hip
and tapping her fingers on the kitchen worktop.

“Well, I think maybe it’s near enough the time,” he said,
launching himself at her. He pressed her against the wall and placed a hand on
either side of her head. She closed her eyes as he dropped his head down and
pressed the sweetest of kisses to her lips. “I’ve never had my willy
nillied
,” he said between kisses. “What does it involve?”

“Well,” Stacie said, “if you like, I can show you. You
have to be naked, though.”

“Well, get on with it, woman,” he said, starting to undo
the hooks down the front of her
basque
.

Stacie unfastened his bow tie, discarding it on the
kitchen floor, then undid the buttons on his shirt. Dan opened her
basque
, revealing her naked breasts. He bent down and took
her right nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking, forcing a wail of pure
pleasure from her. Stacie reached down for his trousers, undoing his belt, then
the fly and button. They dropped to the floor and Stacie caressed his groin,
feeling his cock hardening and throbbing through his trunks. She licked her
lips, eager to go down on him and indulge on his manhood. Dan pushed the dress
down over her hips. It slipped down to the floor, leaving her standing there in
only her stockings, suspenders and heels. Dan ran his hands up and down her
upper thigh, feeling the lace at the top of the stocking.

Stacie stifled a giggle. He might be the sexiest man
alive, but he did look a little bit silly, with his shirt and jacket hanging
open, and his trousers puddled around his feet. He shot her a
look
, then quickly divested himself of
his clothes.

He dropped down to his knees, kissing her tummy, sliding
one hand under her thong to slip a finger inside her dripping pussy. She
gasped, her body jerking. She sank her hands in his hair and spread her legs
for him. He buried his face in her crotch, pushing the material to one side and
licking her clit.

Her knees were weakening as Dan came up, dipping his
tongue into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around his, tasting herself. Her
hand went down to his cock. She curled her fingers and ran them up and down the
length of him, teasing him.

Dan growled and took her hand, pulling her into the
hallway, then up the stairs to his bedroom. He put on a small bedside lamp, and
then closed the curtains. He came over to her, taking her hand and leading her
to the bed. The edge of the bed creaked as he sat on it and pulled her close.
He put his arms around her back and rested his head on her chest, snuggling
happily. When she looked down, his eyes were closed.

“Not going to sleep on me, are you?” she said.

“Not for a second,” he replied, his voice muffled. “Just
enjoying the feel of my own personal airbags.”

“Airbags?” Stacie wasn't sure whether to be offended or
pleased.

“You’re mine now,” he told her, looking up at her, his
chin in her cleavage. “And I’m yours. I love you, Stacie.”

“I love you too.”

“Okay, enough mushy stuff. Let’s fuck!” His eyes lit up
with a naughty smile and he dragged her thong down, tossing it away and pulling
her down onto the bed. She shrieked happily. He lay her on her back, and spread
her legs, his face diving into her pussy. His tongue teased her, manipulating
her clitoris, using his fingers to widen her lips to allow his tongue to get
further in. Dan dipped his tongue in and out her vagina and Stacie’s mind wandered
into oblivion. He was hers, and she was his, and they were here in his house
together properly. His fingers teased her clit, forcing all thought out of her
head—ecstasy ripped through her body forcing her to cry out in pure joy.

Dan took her to the edge, then left her there. He
shifted position, lying down on the bed. Needing no invitation, Stacie climbed on
top, facing his feet. She lowered her pussy onto him with a moan, taking his
cock deep inside her. She began to slowly undulate her body on and off him, relishing
the feeling of him deep inside of her. Stacie dropped her hands back onto his
chest feeling the pressure inside her pussy as she leaned back. He reached up
to take hold of her breasts, squeezing them together and twisting her nipples
till she was gasping.

Dan put his hands on her waist and lifted her off him.
Stacie acquiesced, lying down on the bed. He came up and over her, sliding deep
within pounding at her till she was moaning and writhing beneath him. He
changed position slightly, working a finger down to stimulate her clit. It was
the only thing she needed. He quickened his rhythm while Stacie erupted,
screaming her pleasure to the rafters, her body shaking and shuddering. Dan gave
one last thrust and groaned, collapsing against her shoulder as his body
juddered and his cock pulsed. She squeezed him with her muscles and he groaned
again. Delighted, she clenched again and was rewarded by another moan and a
shudder. Spent, he dropped on top of her between her breasts. She stroked the
top of his head as she felt her own breathing return to normal.

Dan moved, lying alongside her. He wrapped his arms
around her and locked their legs together.

“Is that how you do it then,” he said, as he traced
circles on her shoulder.

“Is what how you do what?”

“That squeeze that you did at the end? Is that how you
nilly
a willy?”

“Ah.” She giggled. “Yes, that’s exactly it.”

“Well, I never knew that.”

He kissed her shoulder and hugged her close.

Stacie closed her eyes. Could it be true that she was
here in his home holding him tight, with no contract hanging over them, just
him and her free to do as they pleased?

If Stacie hadn’t chosen Desires to help her rebuild her life,
then she would never have met such a wonderful man as Dan McVeigh. Their love
had been created from a sex club named Desires.

*THE END*

About the Authors

Holly J. Gill

Holly J Gill is a wife to Nigel and mum of three children, Rhys,
Victoria and Alisha. She works as a care assistant at a residential home and in
her spare time she writes erotic romantic novels.

Her writing career started as a young child with a wild imagination
and after twenty years her dream has come true. In her spare time she likes
visiting friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling the
English countryside.

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