A Club Named Desire Novella: Lust (3 page)

Blinding white light filled my vision and I was
pulsing around his cock, milking him as he rumbled. He spilled into
me and I felt the hot liquid as it mingled with my own. I turned to
jelly, as if I were a ragdoll.

Once we caught our breath, I was finally able to
speak. “Who are you and where have you been hiding. That was
indescribable.”

“I enjoy making you scream. Your pussy is so tight,
I can’t wait to drill into you again,” he said with a mischievous
gleam in his eyes.

We weren’t finished? I looked around the room. Of
course we weren’t finished. There was so much more to explore.
Would I be able to walk again after this? I wasn’t sure I cared at
this point. I wanted more and he would give it to me.

Parker unharnessed me from the swing and had to
catch me to keep my jelly legs from crumbling to the ground. He
stood me up and then went toward the window. He pressed a button
and suddenly there, in front of me were floor to ceiling windows
overlooking the city.

I was naked in front of an open window. My first
thought was to shrink away, but no, I moved forward until I was
standing next to him, looking down at the city below us. There were
other buildings around, but I was not sure I cared. I could see
into those apartments, but I was turned on by the thought of being
watched. Who knew I was so kinky?

“I’m going to fuck you right here, up against this
window and I don’t care who sees me pleasure you.”

“Please,” I was begging once again. I wanted him to
take me right here, right now. I was so excited at the thought of
someone watching me; I reached for his cock and stroked it.

He let me run my hands across the slick length and
then he said something I wasn’t expecting, yet again.

“I want you on your knees right here, giving me head
for the world to see.”

I obeyed his every word. I dropped to the floor and
pulled him closer to me. I started out slow this time. I licked off
the sex and moaned as I did so. His heart was jackhammering and I
could tell he was enjoying this show, getting off on me openly
pleasuring him.

As soon as I’d cleaned every inch of his penis, I
began to use suction on the tip. Even with our come mingled, it
tasted sweet and salty. I sucked the bit of pre-cum beading on his
head and lowered my mouth further on him.

He tangled his large hands in my hair once again and
I grew wet at the thought of him dominating me. I wanted his cock
in my mouth, choking me as he grew harder.

I sucked his penis as if I was a professional. In
truth, I had only ever done it a handful of times and it was
nowhere near as exciting. I was so turned on, that I pulled a hand
away to pleasure myself as he thrust in my mouth.

He began to grind into me with much more desperation
as I orally satisfied him. Parker gave my head one last yank as he
throbbed and spilled into me. I sucked him dry, enjoying the taste
of this man on my tongue.

He yanked me to my feet and turned me in front of
him. His dick pressed against my back as he flattened my breasts
against the glass. My nipples peaked at the sensation of the cool
glass against them. I tried to steady my breathing but I was too
eager. I was so wet; he was going to slide right in.

He grabbed my stomach, guiding me as he did exactly
that. He still filled and stretched me. I wanted every inch inside
me and gasped as he speared me with his penis, deep and hard. My
clit was so sensitive, that as he pressed me up against the glass
and rammed into me, I wanted to cry out in agony.

Parker reached around and rubbed circles on my sweet
spot, heightening the intensity. Soon, I reached my nirvana. I came
hard and fast, him following shortly behind me.

I tugged him towards the bed. “I can’t take anymore
tonight, Parker. Can I take a rain check on the rest?"

I wasn’t sure where his stamina came from, but I was
exhausted. There was no way we were doing any more of this tonight.
As curious as I was about the toys and the straps, I felt good and
fucked. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Parker’s
naked body wrapped around me.

He raised his eyebrow, assessing. “Fine, but I will
have you every way I want you. Mark my words.”

The declaration stirred something in me. I wanted so
much more from him, just not tonight. “I’m looking forward to it,
Parker.”

He pulled down the sheets and I finally slid off my
heels. We crawled in bed and I wrapped myself around him. He tucked
me close and I could feel his hardness pressed against my leg. God
almighty did this man ever slow down? His endurance was nothing
short of amazing.

I was so spent that I drifted off to sleep in no
time.

Chapter 4

When I woke up,
he was gone. His side of the bed had long been cold and I was
alone. It disappointed me that we couldn’t continue the most
amazing night of my life. Maybe I truly was just a one night stand
and this was his way of getting rid of me.

Slightly incensed, I pushed the covers off me and
got out of bed. There was no point in wasting time. I needed to get
out of here and soon. I could take the hint.

I knew it was going to happen, but I still wasn’t
prepared for the soreness I experienced. Just walking to the
bathroom was painful. I had been good and thoroughly fucked.

My hair was a mess and I attempted to toss it up in
a quasi-decent bun. I used his toothpaste to brush my teeth with my
finger and washed my face. Now was the crappy part. I had to get
back into my party clothes and do the walk of shame.

Once I was dressed, I left the room and headed
toward the door. I called out, just in case he was just in another
room. Silence wrapped around me like a blanket. Knowing now more
than ever that I was supposed to let myself out, I did just
that.

After I stepped out of the elevator, I made a
beeline to the front door. Before the doorman could greet me, I
bolted. Once outside in the fresh air, my head started to finally
clear. It felt like last night was a dream. There’s just no way sex
was that good. It was so hot it was scorching.

The heels were killing me, so I sighed in relief as
I flagged down a cab and it stopped. I quickly got in and rattled
off my address. The streets flew by as I stared out the window,
deep in thought.

Even after brushing my teeth, I could imagine how he
tasted in my mouth. The memories were assaulting me now. I could
feel him pounding deep inside me as I screamed and begged for
more.

I didn’t snap out of my stupor until we reached my
apartment. After paying the driver, I hurried up the stairs and
into my apartment. The minute the door shut behind me, I locked it
and began to strip out of my clothes. A trail followed me into the
bathroom as I started a hot shower.

The shower did nothing to stave off my cravings for
Parker. I lusted for him in ways I wasn’t sure I was comfortable
with. I wasn’t a prude, but it was clear how inexperienced I was
after just one night with him.

I was really sore still. It was so bad; I considered
putting ice on me to numb the pain. Thinking of the ice between my
legs, wet and cold, made me want him all over again. There was no
way he wasn’t going to spend all day invading my every thought.

I was very addicted to how he had his way with me.
It was true; I thought he just might have ruined other men for me.
There was no going back to my vanilla life. I had a taste of true
sexual satisfaction and I wanted more.

The day was turning out to be long and dull. I sat
on the couch most of the day in my shorts and tank top, reading my
Kindle. No matter how hard I tried, the lines of the book just
blurred and my mind was brought back to the night before.

Every time the characters would have sex, I pictured
it being Parker and me. It was actually annoying how much I craved
him. I still wondered what the toys and the straps were for. It was
too bad it was just a one night stand.

Wondering what happened to Hailey, I called her. She
answered on the third ring.

“Hullo…” she stretched out.

“Good afternoon, Hailey. You sound entirely too hung
over for the middle of the day.”

“I was up all night. I’m nursing a hangover and a
night full of sex. What about you?”

“I had wild monkey sex? I want to tell you
everything.”

“You little slut, I knew you landed that sexy as sin
guy.”

“Yeah, and it was nothing short of perfection. I’m
in so much pain this morning, I actually debated using ice. Then I
thought of what he could do to me with that ice and I had to nix
the idea.”

“You were thinking about sex with just the thought
of some ice? What the hell happened to you last night?

“He taught me what it was like to have sex with a
real man. He pleasured me in ways that I never even thought
possible. I have no idea how he had the stamina, truthfully.”

“My night was pretty hot, but nothing like that. I
brought this guy named Mack back to my apartment and we fucked
until the sun started to come up. Then I kicked him out. It was a
one night stand, not a sleepover.”

“You amaze me, Hailey. How could you just kick him
out? I don’t have the guts for that.”

“It’s easy, I just say get out and he bolted like
his ass was on fire. Okay, you’re changing the subject. What did
Mr. sex do to you?”

“He turned me on like I never have been before and
he said some things about making me beg. It was so good, I did
beg.”

“Oh em gee! Are you going to see him again?”

“No, he was gone when I got up. I’m pretty sure it
was just a one night deal.”

Bummer, that’s just depressing. It’s hard to find
good sex.”

“Anyways, enough talking about this, I’m exhausted
from just thinking about it again. I think I’m just going to watch
some T.V. and zone out.”

“Have fun!”

The line went dead and I got up to make something
easy for lunch. It was going to be a long day.

Chapter 5

I was five
minutes late to work and my boss, Jim, gave me the stink eye. He
needed to get a life. He had a pole stuck up his ass. It was no
secret that I loathed the middle aged man. He looked a decade older
than he was and never cracked a smile. I actually felt bad for his
poor wife.

Luckily, I was a journalist, so I had a lot of
freedom to do my work without Jim cracking the whip every day. At
the moment, I had just finished up my major story and really needed
to find something else to work on.

The problem was that I didn’t just want any story. I
wanted THE story. It was hard to make a profession for yourself in
the cutthroat world of journalism. If I wanted to further my
career, I needed to stay one step ahead.

My day was boring and I wanted to hang myself. I
couldn’t find anything to work on and all of my thoughts were
consumed by Parker. I wondered if I was good enough. He was a man
among boys. Maybe I didn’t do it for him and he was already moving
on to the next woman.

All of those thoughts were halted when a short,
young guy approached me carrying a giant bouquet of flowers. They
were orange lilies. I had no idea what the significance of them was
or who they were from. I signed for them and sat them on my
desk.

Anticipation filled me as I pulled the card out and
read it.

Meet me at eight. 2290 West Gray St. #57

Wear something sexy-

Parker

I sat there frozen. So it wasn’t just a one night
stand. I wasn’t clear on how he could have found me, but I was also
not sure I cared. Just sitting at my desk with this notecard had me
thinking of our last encounter.

The memory of him thrusting into me with such power
and confidence as we overlooked the city, bared for the world to
see, was exquisite. I very much wanted to see Parker again. I also
wanted to know what the orange lilies meant. I typed the question
into the internet search page and waited for a response.

Shit, Parker was suave. Orange lilies symbolized
passion. I looked forward to rekindling that passion tonight. My
mind was now on anything but work. Giving up for the day, I grabbed
my bag and flowers and headed out.

By the time I made it home, I was a giant ball of
nerves. The anticipation was killing me. I didn’t know what would
happen. With Parker, any amount of pleasure and perversion were
possible.

I decided on a long hot bath to help me relax. The
bubbles filled the tub and the scent of mandarin orange flooded my
senses. I slipped into the hot liquid and let it scorch my flesh.
It was a painful pleasure, just like Parker was.

An hour later, I drained the now tepid water and
dried off. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach and I was a
wreck. I wasn’t the sexiest girl, but I pulled out what I did have
in my closet to wear.

I put on a pink corset, sheer pink panties, matching
garter and black stockings. Observing myself in the mirror, I took
in the curves that my lingerie showed and smiled in
satisfaction.

The only thing sexy enough that covered the tops of
my stockings was my little black dress. It was strapless and just
long enough to cover my thighs unless I was sitting down.

I accessorized and expertly did my makeup to look
sexy and sultry. Satisfied with my final presentation, I locked up
and headed out to my car.

I pulled up to the address he gave me and recognized
it immediately. This was his apartment complex. There was a parking
garage for my car and I slid the keys in my purse after locking
it.

The doorman greeted me as I came to the door and
breezed towards the elevator. I was drumming my fingers on my leg
as I waited for the elevator to take me to the right floor. When
the doors opened, I sprung out and walked to apartment
fifty-seven.

I knocked several times in rapid succession before
the door swung open. Standing in front of me was a sexy as hell
Parker. He was shirtless and wore jeans that hung low on his hips.
It was clear he was wearing nothing under them.