| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: Desiderio |
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It was really hot in the restaurant as we sat around drinking Sangria and working out way through steaks, nachos, and spicy wraps, everyone trying to talk to someone down at the other end of the table. The noise in the restaurant was making the rafters ring. But I wasn’t bothered about that. My colleagues around me were having a mini food fight, drinking and getting very tipsy, but I was concentrating on the man opposite me who was grinning at the antics of our friends. His lopsided smile was dark, dangerous and I felt lust stir within me, something I hadn’t felt for a very long time. He had dark hair, almost black, his skin tanned olive and his eyes a deeply stirring, melting brown. In his black shirt, open at the neck with his grey silk tie loose, he looked deliciously inviting and not a little sexy. He was practically radiating ‘come get me’ waves and the majority of the women but for our drunken colleagues were casting surreptitious looks at him, their eyes wide and luminous. He radiated masculine strength in his broad shoulders, muscular under his expensive silk shirt, the strong legs and rock solid ass through his conservatively pinstriped trousers. His jaw was strong but not broad, widening to high cheekbones and a Roman nose above the hint of stubble, which seemed to be at odds with his businesslike dress. He was breathtakingly masculine and, dear god, he was winking at me. All I knew him as was ‘Desa’ but the girls in the office had told me his real name was ‘Desiderio’ – I could remember enough of my GCSE Spanish to know it was a derivative of Desire, but they told me anyway with a giggle and much whispering about whether he lives up to his name. He was some hotshot lawyer who dealt with the vehicle department of the insurance company. I was co-manager of the public relations department, dedicated to my job, the youngest co-manager they had ever had at 25. I couldn’t tell how old Desiderio was - he had laughter lines about his eyes but incredibly smooth skin everywhere else on his face. ‘It is very hot in here,’ he said to me, not shouting above the noise, but I was so finely tuned to him that I could see or read his every word. The slight accent on every word made him seem even more exotic and exciting ‘Yes, it is.’ I dazzled him with my communication skills. ‘And it’s getting late.’ I looked at my watch; it was only 10:30. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and his eyes met mine, burning hot. I felt desire pulse through me again. He was so exotic, foreign, spicy. His leg pressed against mine gently, and then harder as I rested my thigh over his knee. This was so unlike me, I’m never this forward. He raised his eyebrow at me and his lips quirked at the corners. Suddenly everyone seemed to be cheering and standing, grabbing sweaters and jackets off the back of chairs, staggering vaguely and nudging each other, slightly drunk. They giggled inanely as Desa caught the bill out of one man’s hand and took out the company credit card to everyone’s delight. ‘We’re bonding, no? It was a team-building meal out.’ He winked at the swaying little crowd and the girls almost melted into a heap at his feet; the men slapped him on the back with shouts of drunken happiness. ‘Let the super-rich, top-of-its-league insurance company pay, yes?’ He paid the bill and in a big group stumbled to the door and out onto the street. It was a typically humid, hot summer’s day in London. The sky was a deep midnight blue but we couldn’t see stars – the price for living in London. I tripped on the top step in my high heels and slightly tipsy state and Desa caught my waist, steadying me against him. Instantly I felt disorientated and light-headed as the warmth of his chest seeped through his shirt and my flimsy summer dress into my skin, branding me and setting me aflame with want. ‘Cuidado, mi belleza – careful, my beauty,’ he whispered, his lips against my ear as we set off in no particular direction to find a club. I shivered and nodded, leaning back against him slightly. The others gambolled in the direction of a club blasting music out of its doors as Desa and I hung back a little. He hadn’t let go of my waist; his arm was wrapped around my hips, his thumb rubbing the softness beneath my hipbone sending fire racing through me. Instinctively I shifted closer to him and pressed my ass against the zipper on his trousers. I felt him tense slightly, and triumphantly, pressed harder as his fingers tightened on my hip. He nuzzled my hair gently as we walked. ‘Traviesa chica…’ He murmured huskily into the soft waves of my hair, ‘Naughty girl…’ I looked up at him, a sly smile on my face. Even to me, I knew my face was mischievous, devilish as he stopped, stopping me with him, and let the swaying chanting group of our colleagues stagger into the club without us. He turned to look at me, towering over me, the full force of his deeply sensual masculinity hitting me full on. His eyes glowed like coals as he looked down at me, his arms snaking around my waist as a gentle but humid breeze blew around us, ruffling my hair. There would be a storm sometime soon. For a few moments he just looked down at me, the cupid’s bow of his lips full and smiling slightly as I saw myself in the reflection of his eyes and then he lowered his head to mine and his scorching kiss consumed me. His lips tasted like fruit and the spicy Sangria, but there was something else as well, his own taste, dark and delicious like his scent. His mouth assaulted mine as I felt my legs, already unsteady from too much Sangria, go like jelly from the sensual force of his kiss, his body against mine, his hand on my neck, pulling me up to him, his other on the base of my back as I clung to his shoulders. His mouth slid across mine and then his lips were on my neck, his stubble grazing the soft skin. I sighed as I slid one hand into the silky soft hair at the nape of his neck and I felt him smile against my skin. He broke away and looked down into my eyes again. I moved to speak, but forgot what I was going to say as he placed a long finger on my lips and hushed me. His smile was seductive as he took my hand and led me quickly down a side street. It was dark, barely lit by a streetlight at one end. I felt a rush of moisture between my thighs as he pushed me back against the wall in the shadow of a fire escape and pressed his body to mine as his lips trailed across my jaw and down my neck. Feverishly he pulled my dress down and, nosing aside my bra, took a swollen tip into his mouth as I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and ran my hands over the hot skin underneath, over the rippling stomach and solid pecs. He moved his attention to the other breast as I felt his hand slip under the hem of my short skirt and he touched the wetness of my cotton panties; then I felt his fingers pull aside the flimsy fabric to touch my swollen clit. I gasped and he stifled the moan on my lips with his mouth as my hands flew to his belt and the zipper on his trousers, desperate to touch him and to have him inside of me. My hands captured his long, hard cock and I began to stroke him up and down, running my fingertips over the thick vein, until he broke the kiss to grit his teeth. ‘Stop, or this will be over before it has started.’ His accent had come through much stronger as he hitched my thigh up about his waist and lifted me slightly. My hands wrapped themselves about his neck and he rested his forehead against mine as I felt the head of his cock slip between my thighs and after a moment as he worked the head of his cock within my slit, plunge deeply within me, making me moan slightly with pain. His thrusts lifted me up the wall as he pushed deeper and deeper within me, stretching me and making me whimper as the desire flowing through me became a river, then an ocean, and I felt myself begin to tense as the fastest and most powerful orgasm rippled through my body, waves of golden ecstasy washing over me. I felt him groan as I tightened around him, squeezing his cock and he gave me everything, his seed pouring within me as his arms clasped me to him and he nuzzled my neck. ‘Dios mío...’ he muttered against my neck as I rested my head on his shoulder. He let go of my thighs and straightened my dress for me, pulling my bra and dress up gently. I zipped his flies and buckled his belt. We didn’t speak, but I saw his eyes on me again as he cupped my breasts to pull up my bra. When we were presentable, he took me by the hand and led me from the alley. It was still balmy and warm as he hailed a passing taxi. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and held the door open for me as I stood beside him, deciding what to do, but then my mouth worked of its own accord. ‘Come home with me?’ He didn’t say anything, but his smile broadened and his eyes sparkled as he cast a swift look over my body with its kiss-swollen lips and dishevelled hair. He ushered me in to the taxi and gracefully followed me. His movements were smooth and athletic, like a cat, as he rested back against the seat and I told the cabbie my address. I settled back against the plush interior and he slipped his arm around my shoulders, sliding me towards him. His lips caressed the curve of my ear, his free hand brushing my knee. I shivered against him and turned my lips to meet his, taking the initiative by kissing him deeply. His hand caressed my cheek as his lips teased me. In what seemed like no time we pulled up in front of my apartment block and as I handed the cabbie some money, Desa’s hand slid under mine and gave him some money instead. I opened my mouth to complain but he shook his head as he opened the door and slid out, then helping me out. ‘You should have let me pay…’ I said as the cab drove off, but a finger on my lips silenced me. He had a lovely look on his face as he took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine briefly and then ushered me through the door before him. I nodded to the night porter who smiled at me over his newspaper and made my way to the lift with Desa close on my tail. I pressed the lift button and grinned at Desa as he stood beside me, looking very relaxed and chilled with his hands in his pockets as he watched the floor numbers count down. He winked at me subtly as the door pinged open and we walked in. I casually pressed the number for my floor. The doors slid shut. Desa pulled me against him as his mouth assaulted mine, his hands everywhere, exciting me, making the desire rage through me again. We almost tumbled out of the lift when it reached my floor and raced into my apartment as he kissed me, giggling like children. The moment the door snapped shut after us he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in my underwear. My hands unbuttoned a few of his buttons and then he pulled it over his head like a t-shirt and dropped it where we stood, leaning against the counter in my little dinette, knocking the damp clothes I hadn’t had time to hang up to dry that morning from the work surface to the floor. I ran my hands through his hair as he nestled his hips between my thighs, his hard member solid against my lower belly. His eyes glowed as he looked me over for a moment, my skin flushed and damp, my hair beginning to curl in the humidity. He lowered his lips to mine and began slowly, devastatingly, devouring any control I had left. The light flowery scent of my laundry on the floor mingled with the scent of him; that scent which was just his alone, like rain on a hot day mixed with spice and cypress and sandalwood. His hands were massaging the nape of my neck through the thick waves of my hair as his lips dragged slowly over mine, down over my jaw, across to the pink shell of my ear and then down my neck. His hands deftly slid down to my bra clasp, slipped it open and off my arms, and moved then back up to my neck, stroking just behind my ears, making me shiver as the sensation slid all the way down to stoke the fire between my thighs. As his hands slipped up, his lips dragged down and onto one of my ultra-sensitive nipples, flicking it lightly so that I sucked in a breath sharply. My hands ran lightly over his chest and down the smooth planes of his back, the hard length of his cock shifting against my panties through the fabric of his trousers. The pressure against the tender folds was agonising, especially as he moved his attentions to my other nipple and I felt the fire begin to rage, not just burn. My hands fell to his belt and after some fumbling with the buckle and his flies, delved inside his boxers to curl around his hard member, my fingers as light as feathers, teasing, tickling him, so he almost winced away from me with a gasp of shock. His mouth left my nipples and met my lips again, his need evident in the way his hand on my neck crushed me against him, his tongue meshing with mine harshly as his hips ground against mine. His free hand dispensed with teasing and merely slid under the lace of my knickers to my swollen slit, ripe like fresh fruit waiting to be plucked. His fingers stroked the delicate, sensitive folds until his fingers were slick and then after one last, long sweep, pushed two inside my hot core. I bucked against the incredible feeling, my hands tightening on his cock until he growled against my mouth and broke away. ‘Not here... not here...’ He planted a firm kiss on my lips and pulled me to the floor in front of him. My legs felt weak and I staggered slightly as they had to weight-bear; Desa caught me and with a grand sweep, lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. I giggled softly and wrapped my arms around his neck as his lips teased my sensitive neck. He carried me easily into the bedroom of my tiny flat and laid me on the rumpled bedcover, smiling at the fact there were clothes scattered everywhere and my shoes in a tumbled mess by the bathroom door, indicating that this hadn’t been a planned seduction. Planting a gentle kiss on my nose, he stood and, with his dark fiery eyes on my glowing blue ones, divested himself of the rest of his clothing, unashamedly open about his body. ‘And why should he not be?’ I thought to myself as I sat up right in front of him, my eyes soaking up the incredibly sculptured body of bronzed gold in front of me. His legs were long but in no way skinny – he had the look of a runner about him, with his tight butt and strong thighs. He had a six-pack but it wasn’t toned to look like the proverbial washboard, it still had a little bit of flexibility about it. His chest was naturally broad, with strong arms and shoulders but not exaggeratedly so. His smooth body and movements told of untapped strength and power, like a cat before the pounce. I smiled up at him and was rewarded with a heart-breaking warm smile as he ran his fingers gently down my cheek to chook my chin. He moved as if to push me back down onto the bed but was stopped in his tracks by my mouth closing over the swollen head of his cock, lapping the silvery pre-cum off the tip. He muttered something in Spanish and groaned, his stomach muscles clenching, as I began to suck more of his lovely cock into my mouth. I took as much as I could into my mouth, tilting my head down so I didn’t gag so much and ran my tongue along the thick vein as I withdrew. His hands dug into my hair as I reached the tip and pulled me away with a groan. ‘No, I want to be inside...’ He leant down and planted a deep kiss on my bee-stung lips and pushed me back up the bed until I was resting back on the pillows. Suddenly, it was as if the flood gates had been opened; we were almost fighting to get closer to one another, our legs tangled, arms clasped around one another as our lips met and crushed together, passion rising like a tidal wave, swirling around us, a palpable force. Desa’s hands grasped my hips, lifting them slightly and then suddenly the world hung suspended for a moment as he slid into my molten core, as if the earth itself was taking a deep breath. Desa’s eyes locked on mine for that split second, surprise mingled with scorching heat making his dark eyes glow. He leant down and kissed me just once, tenderly, and then the moment was broken. He surged into me again, making me grind my head into the pillow as he stretched me and pressed deeper, that pleasurable pain you hate to love surging through me from my toes to my hair. I wrapped my legs around him as he plunged within me again, letting him take his hands off my hips. He braced his weight on his elbows and clasped me to him as he pushed us higher and higher, nearer to our goal. This was no tender lovemaking; it was the passionate, animalistic fuck borne of pure lust and need, the need to be satisfied and made whole. And as suddenly as we had begun, we tipped over into that velvety darkness together, his hot seed pouring into me, my slick passage clenching around him as we groaned and sighed together, my teeth nipping his collar bone as he threw his head back, straining and thrusting to that rhythm which is as old as time itself. Outside, the heat broke and a rumble of thunder heralded the coming storm. |
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