Desires (17 page)

“Can we just go back upstairs?”

“Of course.”

He escorted her back along the corridor. Thankfully
reception was empty again. They must have come down just as a party was
arriving.

“Do they often get parties here?”

“Frequently, usually at weekends. Groups can either book
a private room, or mingle with other groups in one of the larger rooms.”

“And these are…sex parties?”

“Naturally.”

Stacie shook her head at her own innocence. It was a
whole other world.

Dan put on the television, flicking through the
channels. There was nothing on but rubbish. Restless, Stacie wandered around
the room trying to burn off some of the food she’d eaten that day. It had been
delicious, but not as wonderful as her Dan-shaped dessert later would be. Her
mind wandered and she found herself leaning against the dresser, staring at him
foolishly. Her eyes drifted over the planes of his face, his cute dimple and
the soft curls on his head, which her fingers ached to run through.

She started in embarrassed surprise when he looked up at
her, then warmth flooded her belly when he smiled and patted the bed next to
him. She sat on the bed, staring at his profile, wanting to get close to him.
She wanted him to touch her in a way no other man ever had. He turned his head
to look at her looking at him. This time she didn’t look away, meeting his
gaze.

He looked at her for several seconds, the expression on
his face looking as if he were trying to decide something. Stacie’s heart began
to beat rapidly. Was this the moment she had been waiting for? She felt
suddenly, inexplicably shy and more than a little anxious.

Dan shifted his body round to face Stacie. He took hold
of her hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed each knuckle one by one, still
looking at her. His lips felt soft and his eyes were huge and dark in the
minimal light cast by the dimmed wall-lamps. He lowered her hand, then leaned
toward her. Stacie closed her eyes and darted her tongue out to moisten her
lips. She felt his lips pressing gently on hers. She kissed him back lightly, a
tiny kiss, over the instant it had begun. He cupped her cheek with his hand and
she leaned into it. This time his kiss, when it came, was more urgent, more
passionate. His hand moved round to the back of her head and he held her close,
his tongue dipping and tasting along her lips. She opened a little to welcome
him and he slid his tongue in, not too far, just far enough to touch hers.

She shivered and inched closer to him. He matched her
movement until they were both kneeling up on the bed, their torsos crushed
together. His hand was on the back of her head, hers were trailing up his back
under his jacket. They deepened the kiss, their tongues playing
catch-me-if-you-can until Stacie was quite breathless.

She pulled away, just for a second. His eyes devoured
her. She put her hands beneath the front of his jacket and pushed it off his
shoulders, tossing it onto the floor beyond the bed. He pulled her back to him
and kissed her deeply, one hand tiptoeing down her leg to pull up the skirt of
her dress. She felt his fingers on her bare thigh, then both hands on her
bottom, pulling her close.

He sat back on his heels and sat her down so she knelt
straddling his thighs on the bed. She could feel his erection pressing for her
attention beneath his dress trousers. Tremors of arousal shot through her pussy
and she trembled in his arms.

She wanted him now, yet wanted it to last. He cupped her
face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her forehead,
then her nose, then both cheeks. He moved across to her ear, licking delicately
around the earlobe and nibbling with gentle teeth before kissing down her neck
and across one bare shoulder. She hooked her arms loosely around his shoulders
and let her head hang back as he continued down toward her breasts. He nuzzled
her cleavage, seeming to breathe in her scent. One hand caressed a breast,
pushing it up to meet his eager lips, while the other explored under her dress,
just brushing her moist mound with his thumb. She wriggled on his lap and cried
out, grinding her pussy into his bulge.

Dan brought his head back up, kissing her deeply, his
hand still exploring her breasts. Stacie untied his bow-tie and began to fumble
at his shirt buttons, undoing them as quickly as she could. He quickly shucked
the shirt, exposing his flawless chest. In return, he unzipped her dress and
pulled it down to her waist. She knelt up on the bed and pulled it down further
before sliding her legs out. Dan tossed it onto the floor and sat back, looking
at her.

His hands ran wild over her body, brushing across the
tops of her breasts, then down her stomach and along her waist while he kissed
her passionately. They stopped briefly at her bottom, cupping it greedily
before one hand came round and rested on her thigh. He trailed his hot fingers
down to her knee and back up her inner thigh. Her body tensed for his touch,
but he stopped short of her pussy, leaving her aching.

Dan eased his fingers into her bra cup, peeling the lace
away from her breast. Her nipple emerged into the air, erect for his attention.
He took it greedily into his mouth, sucking and licking. She felt his hand once
again on her thigh, trailing higher. She had to stop herself shamelessly
thrusting her pussy at him.
Touch me
,
she begged in her mind, hoping he would pick up her thought.

When his fingers finally brushed the ultra-sensitive
skin between her thighs, she almost jumped ten feet in the air. She groaned and
leaned into him, pushing herself into his fingers, welcoming him. He used just
the very tips of his fingers, tracing a trail down the damp material. She
almost cried when he moved his fingers away again.

He moved his attention then to her right breast,
slipping the bra cup down. Stacie reached behind herself to undo the bra, but
her fingers met Dan’s. He unclipped the bra expertly, lifting it away from her
breasts and dropping it on the floor. Then he wrapped both his arms round her
back and began to kneel up, forcing her to shift her weight backward into his
arms. He lowered her to the bed and lay on his side next to her, his gaze
roaming her body leisurely.

He kissed between her breasts, shifting his body as he
dropped a trail of kisses like breadcrumbs down her belly. He nibbled along the
soft curve of her belly just above her panties before he started plucking at
them.

“I think we can get rid of these, can’t we,” he said,
inserting a finger from each hand inside them.

Stacie could do nothing but nod jerkily and lift her
bottom so he could slide the knickers slowly down her thighs. She spread her
legs like a wanton when he came back up. He knelt between her thighs, just
staring at her for a second while her breath caught in anticipation. He took
her calves in both his hands and pushed her legs out and back, spreading them
wider before lying down on his belly on the bed, supporting himself on his
elbows.

Stacie closed her eyes and lay back. She could feel his
breath on her pussy as he moved closer, then his thumbs spread her apart and
she exploded at the first touch of his tongue on her clit.

Her hands went to his head, holding him in place, her
pelvis thrust into him, incoherent noises emanated from her mouth as his tongue
did such things to her as she had never imagined. The tip of his nimble tongue
swirled around her clit and she felt him dipping his finger into her wet hole.
She wriggled and mewed, clenching her pussy muscles around his finger, wanting
more.

Stacie felt him insert another finger hard into her pussy
as his tongue continued its torturous tickling. She cried out loudly, thrusting
her hips high off the bed, grabbing her own breasts and squeezing them
together. Stacie moaned, tossing her head from side to side, losing herself in
his mind-blowing touch.

He pulled his fingers out and she opened her eyes,
watching him as he licked them clean.

“You taste divine,” he told her, before bending once more
to his task. Stacie’s eyebrows flicked up in surprise. Graham had always
refused to go down on her, said all girls smelled, and tasted, like rotten
fish.

Then all thought of Graham was gone as Dan flattened his
tongue and licked slowly down her pussy. He pressed the tip of his tongue to
the entrance of her vagina and she held her breath as he pushed it in as far as
he could. She closed her eyes again, surrendering herself to his expertise.
With his clever hands and tongue, he brought her close to the edge half a dozen
times, leaving her screaming with frustration each time he stopped.

Stacie felt her whole body being taken over by emotion
and madness. She hardly knew where to turn.

Then Dan moved. She felt him climbing up her body, kissing
her stomach and breasts
en route
. He arrived
at her mouth, kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on his mouth. She
couldn’t help feeling the bulge in his trousers. He did nothing so crass as to
grind it into her, but she wished he would. She dropped her hand to him and
gently caressed it, moving her fingers up and down the length of him.

She thought she’d done something wrong, and half sat up
in panic when he moved completely away from her, climbing off the bed. But his
smile reassured her and she lay back, watching him. Dan headed around to the
other side of the bed and opened the top drawer of the bedside table. When she
saw him bring out a condom, she could barely contain herself. Finally!

Dan undressed slowly and deliberately, teasing her no
doubt. He pulled his leather belt out from the belt loops, running the black
leather through his palm. Stacie inhaled sharply, imagining him trailing that
leather belt over her body, tickling her with it. God, the things she’d love
him to do! A quirky smile crossed his face, as if he were thinking the same
thing, but he rolled the belt up and placed it on the bedside table. She
watched him undo his trousers and lower them to reveal his black Calvin Klein
trunks. The outline of his hard penis showed clearly through the material. He
turned around to lay the trousers carefully over the end of the bed and his
cute sexy bottom worked as he walked. Stacie wanted to grab it and squeeze it
hard.

Dan came back to the bed. Stacie couldn’t keep her eyes
off the outline of his cock. God, she wanted it! She was shocked at her own
greed, her own craving. She’d honestly never felt this way before. He knelt between
her thighs, and carefully lay on top of her, taking the weight on his elbows.
She could feel the length of his almost naked body on hers. His Calvin
Klein-covered cock pressed into her aching pussy. She wrapped her legs around him,
holding him to her. Surely he would take her now.

Dan’s face hovered over hers for a moment before he bent
down and kissed her gently. His lips felt soft and warm and her tongue came out
to meet his. His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb stroked her skin as his
tongue sought entrance. She opened to him and quivered as he kissed her deeply.
She ran her hands down his chest, dancing delicately over his stomach before
coming to rest at the waistband of his trunks.

Dan kissed her one last time, then knelt up. His eyes
gave Stacie her answer. She lifted her body into a sitting position, reaching
out her hand to trace the outline of his penis. She stretched the waistband
over his jutting cock, touching her tongue to the end as soon as it hit the
air, tasting the saltiness seeping from the end. As each inch came into the
light, she took it into her mouth, until she had as much as she could take. She
pulled down his shorts to his knees and then abandoned them, returning her
hands to busy themselves playing with his balls. He groaned and thrust into her
mouth, resting his hands on her hair. Stacie smiled around his cock, pleased to
hear him enjoying her pleasing him. She looked up at him, saw him watching her
through slitted eyes.

She slid her mouth off his penis to lick the whole
length of his shaft, rolling her tongue over his tight skin. She began to jerk
him off, adding a little twist to tease him, wanting to hear him cry with
hunger. A deep groan came from above. She glanced up at him. His eyes were shut
tight and his face frozen with ecstasy.

He pulled away from her then, lifting his knees one by
one to remove the trunks from where they still lay around his knees. She lay
back on the bed, waiting for him. Considering she never normally found men’s
bodies attractive, Dan was definitely something else. Even his penis was
nicely-formed, smooth and well-coloured, his balls tight and round.

He opened the condom packet and rolled it on. It was a
shame they had to use it,
sex was much
better bare,
she mused, for both of them. But, no point taking chances.
Rubbered up, he dived on her almost with a growl, positioning his cock between
her thighs. Even latexed, she still wanted it.

He was there, at her entrance. She needed him, she
wanted him, she pushed into him as much as she dared, hoping he would get the
message. Instead he leaned over and kissed her again. Stacie almost cried.
Just do it
, she thought. He took his
cock in his hands and rubbed it up and down between her labia. She shivered and
whimpered when he rubbed it over her clit, running her hands over his bottom,
pulling his pelvis close to hers.

“You ready?” he whispered.