Lust (8 page)

He leans forward, his arms on the table, paying me some close attention.

“Oh no, I want the long version. From the moment you arrived in the world and took your first beautiful little breath.”

“Oh ha ha...” I giggle.

He smiles at me and his face is so goddamn handsome I could dive over the table and kiss him for a week.

“I love your laugh. Can I order more of it please?” He grins widely.

“I can't promise much in the way of laughter, I'm kinda emotionally unstable right now. It'll probably be wild hysterical laughter, if anything.”

“You're coping very well so far, keep it up.” He covers my hand with his and his eyes probe mine, sympathetically.

“I'm not really. It's all hovering just below the surface.” My eyes well up and I fight the tears down. He picks my hand up, in his, and smooths it gently with his thumb. I forget my distress very quickly with the sublime wave of warmth flowing through me. His touch is pure magic. His fingers soothe and scorch me at the same time. I close my eyes and savor the strength of feeling he arouses in me.

“We can go if you're not comfortable being here?” he suggests quietly.

I open my eyes to his. I stare into those steely gray circles, and see so much warmth in them. How could I have ever thought them wicked and bad? They're kind and beautiful and, in fact, they make my heart stop beating. I take a shuddery breath and pull myself together, before I lose consciousness.

“I'll live, I suppose.” I try to smile.

“That's my girl,” he coaxes me.

“You really want my life story?”

“As much as you want to tell.”

I begin to tell him about my family, Chicago, and a little about my sister Georgia and how she died. On the whole he's quiet, listening to me rambling away, commenting now and then, sympathetically. Then I tell him about my years at CUNY, my degree, and how I met Charlotte, while we both worked on the student magazine, and how she dropped out of university life after the second year.

I leave out the miserable elements of my love life. It's not first date material, or any date for that matter.

I'm beginning to realize, Sean is just what I need. He's the perfect cure for my relationship ills. A short term fling. Someone nice who makes me feel good. A caring, understanding guy. I'm not expecting anything more than our short liaison. I don't expect he's the type to settle down and lead the kind of life I'm looking for, so I'm clear where I stand from the start. This is not going to be a great love affair. Besides, I imagine he has a busy life to get on with after me. Jetting off here, there and everywhere, modeling all around the world.

I'm just a small part of his life, I guess. But it's a part I want to enjoy to the full, while it lasts. And he seems to be of the same mind.
I try not to think beyond the ten days and what happens after he returns from London or wherever. This is short term, period.

In between chapters of my epic life story, I find out a few interesting details about him. He was brought up by his grandmother, although he doesn't say why. And I also get information about his professional life. He's worked for some big names in fashion, and he's one of a few dozen male models who are freelance. He has his own agent in New York. Someone who gets him the best deals. These little details roll out in between the three courses of our lunch.

And my God, I don't think I've ever, ever, had a more divine lunch in my life.

I'm pretty sure it's all down to the delicious company I'm sharing the delicious food with. But in any case, the chilled zucchini soup, with Mayan prawns, basil and lemon...the spaghetti, blue crab, bottarga and chillies...and the colorful crème glace covered in fruits and purees...all disappear into my mouth, in a dreamlike, oral ecstasy - washed down with a glass of the perfect, sweet, white wine.

To my surprise he orders himself a glass during dessert and the attentive waiter delivers it almost instantly to our table.

“You told me you didn't drink, Sean?”

“I wasn't going to, but as it's our first date, it's a good reason.”

“Aww, yeah, it is...”

He touches his glass to mine in a soft ting of sound.

“So...working at Coffee Haven is just a stop-gap, is it?”

“No it's my career. And proving to be very challenging so far.”

He raises a perfect eyebrow and a smile twitches at his lips.

“Your coffee making skills are pretty good, but obviously you could do a whole lot better.”

“Tell me about it. But I can't get anything better. I've been trying for goddamn ages. I've only had two interviews and the competition has been so fierce.”

“I could help you, if you like?”

“You could? It would mean a lot to me, just to get an interview, it really would.”

“We'll talk some more tomorrow. Right now there's something else on my mind,” he grins at me, leans across the table and traces his finger across my lower lip, his eyes following its sensual path. My heart jumps out of my chest. “I'll be honest and tell you something, I've been thinking about you...for days.”

“I've been thinking about you a whole lot as well,” I admit.

“I know you have.”

“So you're a mind-reader, are you?”

“I don't need to be. I could see you were more than interested. You looked like you wanted to eat me.”

I giggle. “You are very edible, Sean. I imagine most women look at you that way.”

He laughs at me.

“Yeah, they do, but I'm
real
fussy about who I let eat me.”

He picks my hand up.

“Wanna come back to my place. We can do more than just think. That's if you want to.”

I giggle nervously as my stomach rolls in anticipation.

“That would be very, very nice, thank you,” I say pathetically.

He chuckles, low and dirtily, as he leans in close and brushes his mouth against mine, the end of his tongue licking a slow, wet trail of lust-filled promise across my lips.

I gasp in reaction as his leg pushes in between mine under the table, and his hand finds my bare knee, his finger softly stroking my inner thigh.

Everything flares to life in my body. My heartbeat ramps up to a dangerously fast rate.

“It's getting way too hard sitting here.” His eyes burn into mine with his suggestive tone.

I can see he's mentally fucking me over the table...and my God, I want the real thing.

“It is a little testing, and it's getting very hot in here too.” I try not to groan as another wave of heated and  delicious sensation travels up my thigh. My eyes feast on his and his finger inches a little higher up my leg. I open them subtly so his hand can progress further, resting my hand loosely over his

“Come here, baby.” I really love him calling me baby. That alone gets me flying to the moon. His hand tucks behind my head as he pulls me close and kisses me again...so lightly...and it's the sweetest torture, leaving me dying for more. How I want and need that hard pressure of his mouth possessing mine, and the feel of his tongue probing everywhere. I want some more of the way he made me feel last night...so completely wild inside.

His lips and tongue inch slowly across my cheek to my ear. Featherlight strokes of softness and the bristle of his chin. The heat of his breath sends me flaming, with the intensity of a solar flare. I remember what it felt like when he licked my ear last night. The soft, wet heat of his exploration, the hard scratch of his beard.  A rush of divine pleasure engulfs me.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good, baby, I'm dying to taste the rest.”

I've stopped breathing. I'm seeing stars through lack of oxygen.

“
I really like the sound of that.
”
I murmur, floating away, about to faint with longing.

He pulls back from our heated talking and touching with a deep breath.

“Have you enjoyed our lunch?” he asks with forced calm.

It's gone way beyond enjoyment, and the look on his face tells me he feels the same. 

“It's been the most wonderful meal of my whole life, thank you so, so much,” I gush.

His eyes flare and his lips curve slowly into the hottest smile I've ever seen. I think he likes my gushing.

I feel overwhelmed, and more than desperate to jump on him.

“So, coffee? Or shall I get the tab?” he winks at me.

“The tab's a very good idea,” I reply, a little too eagerly.

He summons the waiter. He licks his lips while his eyes flick up and down my body. He grins at me and his eyes glitter brightly. I can see what he's thinking, and I flame a thousand degrees hotter.

He's a real tease and I love it. I want to be teased and touched and stroked non stop.

I wonder if I'll survive the next ten days.

Actually, I don't care if I don't. What a way to go.

He closes the front door and turns to me. The air between us sizzles and sparks with a surge of free flowing electricity.

“You want anything?” he asks.

I answer that question by wrapping my arms around his waist, kissing his cheek and murmuring, “You,” against his ear.

“Well how about that...you've got me already,” he chuckles.

I want this to happen with an ache so strong, it's all consuming.

All the lights are on in my house and I'm waiting for him to occupy it.

“Are you sure Jase has gone?” I ask, in a moment of concern.

His eyes flick to the wall behind me. “The spare key's back on the hook, so I guess so.”

Then he takes my hand, and leads me upstairs, along the upper hallway.

I'm ushered inside his room. It's a large and neat, monochrome, guy's room. Large bed with white duvet. Black drapes. White walls, black rugs, big black TV.

I turn round to find him removing his jacket and tie, dropping them on the chair.

I have a wobbly moment.

Am I really here, and about to sleep with Sean Tyler?

I don't quite believe it, and pinch myself.

I turn away, my eyes fixed on his bed. I'm gathering my thoughts and confidence about what's about to take place on the white expanse before me.

But all my nerves and worry evaporate as his hands slip over my shoulders. He lifts my hair, and his mouth and tongue explore my neck.

I stand there, eyes closed, in complete and utter ecstasy, as he eats me.

Every mouthful he takes imprints him more and more on my mind, body and soul. I'm burning with a wild flame. My chest heaves in reaction to his touch, his tasting, licking and light sucking.

“
Lissa,
” he whispers in my ear, his breath hoarse and urgent, as he nips gently at my earlobe.

My jacket is eased off my shoulders and dropped to the floor, my dress is magically stripped away, up and over my head.

“Mmm, gorgeous,” he says, turning me around and feasting his eyes on me.

At this moment, I can't imagine there's anything I could possibly want more than having this amazing, sexy guy all to myself for ten...whole...wonderful...days.

Thank you dear God in heaven, for sending him to me.

I take a long lustful look at him as he strips off his shirt and pants.

I guess my bright pink and black lace underwear, the strings of pearls and high heeled shoes are painting a pretty arousing picture, because the next second he descends on me with a loud groan. He picks me up and we fall on the bed together, my legs tightly wrapped behind his back.

The feel of his bare skin against mine gives me such a high, I'm lightheaded. I gaze at him, with glazed eyes.

His hands reach up to touch my hair, to weave it through his fingers and then he gently strokes my cheek with his fingertips. He wraps my pearls round his finger, giving the necklace a sweet, possessive tug.

“So now I've got you where I want you,” he says, and his smile beams forth, swamping me with desire.

I so want to be where he wants me.

His strong arms enfold me and crush me to him, almost painfully close, as if I need reminding of his strength and to be shown what it means to be with him. I thrill to be in his possession. There's no one I want to possess me more than him.

He rolls me on top and quickly undoes my bra then he tips me on my back and removes it slowly.

He moves down the bed, his eyes devouring me. I sigh with pleasure as he kisses each ankle and slips off my shoes. My panties are dragged down with one finger, and flung away, dramatically.

His sharp intake of breath makes me flame as his eyes run up and down my naked body.

The wave of heat we're generating is hot enough to scorch the sheets.

Passion envelops us as we kiss and touch.

My mind is clear of everything but this.

Every touch and breath sears my soul. Every whisper and moan weaves a thread of purest magic in my mind.

We roll around, a tangle of limbs, and his mouth roams all around me. My eyes are closed absorbing every second of the powerful sensations flooding my body.

“I love that,” I moan, as he explores my breast with his tongue. His mouth finally fastens on my nipple and he sucks hard. My eyes shoot open as a blast of pleasurable pain shoots through me, hurtling down to my sex. It's so strong a sensation, that it pulses inside me. My eyes open wider with astonishment, capturing his. They smolder at me—white hot—dirtily.

I writhe beneath his hard muscular weight, wanting more and more contact, friction and pressure, everywhere.

His hand slips between my legs and I open them, needing his fingers there so badly, I ache.

I moan over and over as he touches me softly, gently probing, and slipping around in the slick of moisture, which has gathered in readiness for him.

“
Mmm, so soaking wet.
” He groans against my breast, as his fingers probe me insistently.

His finger comes to rest on my clit and leans on his side, facing me. His eyes burn into mine as his finger gently circles it. My mouth drops open in a silent 'ahhh' of pleasure. I see his eyes glitter with passion and his mouth forms a wicked little grin as that finger teases me beyond all worldly thought.

“I'm gonna lick you, you like that?” he says.

“
Oh God yes...
”

I start to pant wildly at the thought of his mouth on me.

He slips down, between my legs, spreading them wide apart. His hands glide underneath the cheeks of my ass and he pulls me up to his mouth.

At the first slick of his tongue, I'm hyperventilating.

At the second long and thorough bathing of his tongue, I'm a moaning, squirming mess.

He licks slowly up and down.

I stare, transfixed, unbelieving that this wonderful experience could be happening to me. He eats me like I'm a fine meal, nipping at the folds of my sex and taking large mouthfuls, licking and sucking at everything with just the right amount of teeth and pressure. Sean knows exactly what I want without a word being spoken.

He raises his head and looks up at me, his eyes drugged with desire. “Mmm, love your taste, baby.” Then he licks his lips and gets back in there, with a long moan of appreciation.

Has the most perfect man alive just settled his head between my legs? I think he has.

He zones in on my clit, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue, squeezing my ass rhythmically, and I almost lose my mind.

“I'm coming,” I gasp, as arch off the bed and my thighs tighten around his head.

He licks me so beautifully, as I come. It's a powerful rush of pleasure saturating my whole body. His mouth sucks hard at my clit, heightening the sensation even more. I lean up and grasp his hair, my head rolling back. I'm so wet and the wave of heated ecstasy that has just shot through me, and up my spine, is beyond description.

“
Oh...oh.
..
OH!
” I gasp loudly, as my mind is blown. My legs flop as a heavenly, sensual euphoria rolls all around me. His tongue pushes inside my wet throbbing vagina, in and out, in a steady rhythm, tongue fucking me to oblivion.

I don't know what happened for a little while after that. I think I blacked out with pleasure.

His arm is now tightly wrapped around my waist and he's kissing me. He tastes of me and I lick his lips in delight.

“I want more.” I murmur softly against his mouth.

“More of this?” His fingers slip inside my aching sex possessively, as a smile forms on his face.

“More of everything.” I gasp.

He probes my depths and then takes them out and places them in his mouth, sucking my taste, and then he does it again and inserts them in mine. I suck those fingers with everything I've got and his eyes roll back in his head.

I remove them from my mouth with a wet satisfying smack of my lips and lower his hand, between my legs.

As they slide back inside my cunt, I lose all sense of decorum.

From that moment we both lose control.

“
Harder,
” And holy hell, he fingers me hard. “
much harder,
” I plead, straining against his hand. But however hard he does it, it's not hard enough. I think I need bigger, not harder. “
more.
..
more fingers.
”  I groan.

He suddenly yanks them out and rolls to the side of the bed. “Hold on, more's coming.” He stands, dragging his underwear off and I hear the tell tale rip of foil, as he puts a condom on.

As he turns to face me, my eyes devour the sight.

The whole big him is goddamn perfect. I reach out and grasp his cock in my hand like I've won the greatest prize ever. And I really feel I have. I pull him toward me impatiently, wanting all that hard, hot heat inside me this very instant. I rub my hand on him, savoring his size.

He face appears above mine and I wrap my legs around him. His cock is poised for entry, his smooth head gently prodding at my entrance.

It's that beautiful moment—that perfect moment, the one I've been dying for.

Resting on me lightly, leaning on his elbows, he brushes the hair away from my face, and smothers my face and neck in wild, hot kisses. I can feel his heart pounding, the slick of passionate sweat on his skin and his breath breezing across my face. There couldn't be a more sensual experience in life than being smothered by Sean.

“I've been thinking about doing this since I first saw you. Baby, you're so goddamn lovely, I'm dying to fuck you.”

I kiss him hard for thinking such a wonderful thing.

“
Please, now,
” I say, with a heaving chest.

He takes my hands in his and I tense in anticipation, as I feel his hips readying, moving back a fraction, as he raises himself above me like the male God of love.

Our eyes meet and with one, long, gloriously hard thrust... he's inside me.

All of him, deep inside. I don't think anyone has ever gone that far.

I reel in pleasure. I can hardly breathe, or clench my muscles, it's so deliciously, wonderfully tight.

I'm full to my limits and it's a divinely base sensation. I feel impaled and utterly possessed, completely under his powerful, man-sized spell.

“Okay, beautiful?” he sighs against my ear.

“Oh boy yeah...”
I gasp in exhilaration.

This is so far beyond beautiful or wonderful or any word I can think of.

And already, I don't want it to end.

I'm gathered up, in his arms and stroked inside and out. I'm adored with words and kisses. His lips and fingers are everywhere. I rub my hands all over his head and back, grasping handfuls of his hair, his hard muscular ass, kneading his strong back and shoulders.

I'm already feeling so much for Sean, way beyond the physical. How could I not?

I'm literally taken to pieces and float away on a Sean cloud. He's patient and persistent in his arousal of my body and mind, and I fast reach that point of no return again.

I so want to get there, to experience that heady pleasure, but at the same time, I don't. I want this smooth and erotic lovemaking to go on for ever.

But I can't hold back, he sends me up in flames which are far too hot and powerful to fight. His fingers and the constant friction of his stroking inside me, creates a spiraling pleasure. One that invades every cell of my body.

As I trip into the realms of orgasmic bliss, his tongue enters my mouth.

I lose myself in him, and I come with a loan moan of release. My spasms rock me to my core. It's a sublime experience to orgasm so strongly around all that hardness.

I don't know where I am, or what I consist of.

Am I part of him, or is he part of me? Have we just melted together without my notice?

For that's how I feel. Connected and inexplicably at one with him. Joined at the hips in exalted, pleasurable wonder. And I'm pretty sure he's feeling the same way. I open my eyes to find his are tightly closed, his face a mixture of pleasure and concentration, his hard, possessive, jolting of my body conveying his intense strength of passion. I love the harsh, animal grunting sounds, that reach my ears, escaping his mouth.

I stoke his hair and everything I can reach and kiss his face all over like a mad woman, as he pounds into me relentlessly.

I want this fierce lovemaking to go on, and on, and on... Again, and again and again....

“
Ahhh,
Lissa...fucking hell, baby
...” he groans and collapses into my body and neck in a heavy, hot, muscular mass.

I don't think I've ever felt so good, as I do right now. I've ascended to a perfect world.

One in which only the two of us exist, joined together, in the ultimate sexual bliss.