Forbidden Desires

Chapter 2

If At First You Don’t Succeed

My vision returns to normal very slowly. John’s arm is supporting me so I don’t collapse completely to the floor. We’re both panting raggedly and I feel like every inch of my skin is covered in sweat, not all of it mine.

I wince as he pulls out of me, pulling me upright. My ass is sore, my crotch is sore, my thighs are sore. Hell, even my feet are sore. He discards the condom into the waste basket and sits me down on the front of his desk, sopping with fluids of all varieties, probably ruining the beautiful leather top of his desk. I look down at the desk and notice the fingernail marks I left in the leather already. 

I can’t help myself, I start to giggle. At first, I try to cover my mouth and stifle it, hide it, but they just grow and grow until I’m full-on guffawing. He is quite a site to behold. He’s just as sweaty as I am, and though he’s still wearing his dress shirt, he’s completely naked from the waist down. He’s pacing back and forth, running both hands through his hair, muttering to himself. I suppose I don’t look much better, with Dan’s dress hiked up to my waist, her heels dangling barely from my feet, my entire groin exposed and dripping. Who knew s*x would be so messy?

He turns on me like a bolt. “What the f**k, Selena?” Oh s**t, he’s really pissed. 

I swallow my laughter with a hiccup. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?!”

“I wasn’t laughing at that,” I start.

“Not the f*****g laughing.” His voice has dropped to a hush. Now it’s really scary. “Why the f**k didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

I gulp. I had no idea he’d be able to tell. 

He stares at me. I stare back. Seasons change, it seems like we’re silent for so long.

“Well?”

I finally murmur, “It didn’t really come up.”

He goes back to his pacing, running his fingers through his hair. I want to run my fingers through his hair. I feel that warmth down in what I now know to be the deepest part of my v****a.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would matter.”

He stops and looks at me again. “Well, it does f*****g matter, Selena!” He’s yelling again.

“I didn’t think you would notice.”

He stops. His expression changes to what I think is sadness. No, more than that. Devastation.

“That’s not why it matters.” His voice is soft, consoling. “It matters because that’s not how...” He sighs as he walks over to me slowly, taking my face between both of his hands. He kisses me tenderly on the lips, letting his tongue bump mine before pulling back. He tastes like sweet wine. “That’s not how your first time should have gone.” He kisses me again, sweetly at first, but then growing in fervor as he lifts my knees up with his hands and lets them slide up the underside of each thigh. I lose my shoes to the floor with a thump thump.

I wrap my arms around his neck and I swear he flinches. He lets go of my legs and slowly unclasps my arms from around him. He pulls back to look me in the eyes. Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he leans in and bites my bottom lip. Hard. I moan into his mouth, but never let my eyes close. It seems almost like he’s challenging me with his stare.

I rest my hands on my thighs and wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles together, pulling him closer. I feel his d**k against me and know that he’s ready to go again. I groan again and he releases my lip from between his teeth.

His hands find the zipper in the back of my dress and slowly open it. His fingers graze my spine along the way and my back arches, pushing my chest into his. I feel his d**k twitch between my legs.

“Lift up your arms, Selena,” he says gently. He peels my dress off above my head and tosses it to the floor. Our eyes meet again and my breath hitches.

I look down momentarily at his shirt, the only thing between us. Without thinking, I raise my hands to unbutton it, but when I look back into his eyes, I remember myself and drop them back to my thighs. I’m not supposed to touch him.

“I’ll do it,” he says. Unhurried, he unbuttons his shirt, pausing to remove his cufflinks before sloughing the shirt to the floor.

He leans his torso into mine, pushing me backwards, and places his cufflinks on the desk behind me.

“Let me make love to you, Selena.”

“I thought you didn’t make love, you f****d hard.”

He smiles mischievously at me. “I think I can make an exception this one time.” His fingers skim over my hip bones and up the sides of my stomach. It’s achingly slow and sends an electric current straight to my core. “Please, let me do this the right way.”

I’m putty in his hands. His eyes are pleading. He’s asking permission? His lips hover just beyond mine.  I can feel his hot breath on my face. Oh good god, I want him so badly.

“Please,” he whispers.

“Yes.”

His lips are on me at once. He takes my hands slowly and wraps them around his neck, then he scoops his hands under me and lifts me off the desk, holding me against him. He’s walking, carrying me wrapped around him like a marsupial and every step and bump rubs against me, strengthening my arousal.

“Where are we going?” I breathe into his ear.

“I won’t make love to you on a desk.”

As we pass through the living room, with its floor-to-ceiling windows, I feel incredibly exposed, and I’m surprised to realize that I enjoy that. The idea that someone might see us is intoxicating. I turn my head towards the Seattle skyline and smile lazily. That’s right, World, the incredibly sexy man between my thighs wants to make love to me.

He brings me to an enormous room with a beautiful king-sized bed in the center of it. This must be his bedroom. He sets me down on the sheets, kissing me lightly on my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, my nose, my lips. Oh, my lips. I lay back slowly and he follows, climbing into the bed on top of me. He lifts me slightly and shifts us up further on the bed until my head is resting on soft pillows.

His hands are exploring my body, his touch soft and sure. He runs the back of his index finger up my stomach, along my ribs, and pauses at my breast. He’s never touched them before. He pulls his lips from mine and looks down at my body.

“You’re beautiful,” he says quietly.

I shiver under his scrutiny. I cast my eyes down and drop my chin. “Thank you, sir.” 

He looks back up at me, almost panicked. He lifts my chin up so I’ll look in his eyes. “Not right now. Don’t call me sir right now.” He kisses me again and then leaves a trail of kisses, nibbles, and bites on his way to my breasts. Once there, he takes a moment to admire them before caressing first one, then the other with his hands. A small cry of pleasure escapes me as my eyes roll back in my head and I arch into his touch. 

“So responsive,” he breathes before burying his face in my left breast. He licks and squeezes and I feel myself building, I hear myself panting. He moves his face to my right breast, biting the soft underside and my hands run through his hair before I can stop myself. To my surprise, he doesn’t flinch or pull away, but groans into my skin. He pinches my n****e which causes my hips to buck. He looks up at me, that same mischievous grin on his face before biting my right n****e, making me buck once more. 

“Please,” I whine. I just want him inside of me once more. I want to feel his pulse inside of me and know I can’t be more full of him.

He’s kissing me again before I can beg anymore. I hear the drawer of the nightstand open and the ripping of foil again before he pulls away momentarily. My breath is labored and I reach for him, but his lips are on mine again before my hands can find him.

I feel his fingers run along my opening and I gasp into his mouth. He smiles and brings his finger to his mouth. “You are so sweet, Selena,” he says appreciatively. “Here,” he says as he dips his finger into me again, making me moan. “You try.” Before I know what’s happening, he’s put his wet finger into my wide open mouth. I close my mouth around it in surprise and find the taste to be musky and sweet. I suck on his finger, looking deep in his eyes. I feel like a goddess.

The tip of his p***s is pressing against my core and I suck harder. Slowly, he pulls his finger from my mouth and replaces it with his lips. As his tongue parts my lips, he enters me, slowly. There’s a bit of pain, a stretching, a soreness, but it’s so fleeting and is immediately overshadowed by a warmth, a fullness, a need. He presses into me deeper and deeper until I’m sure he’s touching the very end of me. I throw my head back and scream. Ever so slowly, he pulls back until he’s just barely inside of me still. I quiver in that moment and grab his arms, squeezing tightly.

He sets a slow, leisurely pace, making sure he sinks himself into me entirely before pulling back to start the process again. I feel so overwhelmed with sensation, I lose all ability to think. There’s no him, there’s no me, there’s no bed, there’s no time. There’s only this sensation of sheer anticipation.

“Oh, Selena, you feel so good.”

He presses his thumb against my clit and circles slowly, picking up the speed of his thrusts barely. I feel myself hurtling towards something, but I can’t tell if the goal is more important or the journey there. Part of me wants to hold back and make this last forever, but I know it’s impossible. 

“Don’t stop,” I groan and he speeds up further, pressing my nub with more determination than before. “Don’t ever stop.” My hands find his ass and pull him into me, squeezing as hard as I can, my body matching his rhythm stroke for stroke.

“Selena,” he utters.

And at his exclamation of my name, I feel every muscle in my body contract in a spectacular fireworks display of pleasure.

“John!”

His orgasm follows close behind mine, speeding then stilling his frenetic movements.

“Ana,” he sighs before he collapses onto his side, pulling me with him, still inside of me as the aftershocks rock my body.

Our breathing syncs after a few moments. When he pulls out of me and tosses the condom towards the trash can, I open my eyes to find him staring at me. 

“How’d I do?” I ask.

He smiles and kisses me lazily, his eyes half-closed. “You were perfect.” Then he pulls me against his chest and I inhale his scent before falling asleep.