Page 48 of The Desire

And without warning, he is upright, and his cock slams all the way inside me. The surprise and the sting of his size has me about to scream, but instead, all he can hear is a whimper as I almost draw blood on my bottom lip from biting so hard into it.

“Take it, El.” His hands are on my hips, gripping me so hard I’m sure I will have fingerprint marks tomorrow. Pounding into me hard over and over again, all I can think is that I never want this to end. Use me to take away the frustration you feel, Rem, because I feel the same.

It’s what we both need.

Not sweet lovemaking but a good hard fuck to release everything we have both been fighting.

“You drive me fucking crazy!” His mumble of exasperation is loud enough to be heard over the noise of our skin slapping against each other, hard!

The position he has me pushed onto his desk has his cock hitting all the way to my core, and the pressure of the corner of the desk right on my clit is enough to make me want him to keep pounding me as hard as he can. I’m gripping the desk with every bit of strength I have, making sure that I’m not flying over the table from the force of him hitting me from behind.

I can’t hold my body off as his cock hits me in the most tantalizing way, and before I can even say a word, I’m coming hard, but it doesn’t stop Rem. If anything, he steps it up a notch and lets me take everything he needs to let go of. Finally, his orgasm rips through him, and he grunts as he empties inside me. I can still feel his cock, deep down, pulsating inside me.

My muscles now soft, I mold to the desk. I could stay here for the rest of the night, exposed to the world but feeling oh so satisfied.

My top is shoved halfway up my body, and Rem presses his lips softly on my back, his hands caressing my side. It feels so different than the way he kissed me a moment ago. It spreads a warmth through me I wasn’t expecting but makes me feel so treasured.

The only noise that can be heard in the room is our breathing coming back under control, but it’s broken by a sigh from Rem that makes me nervous because his touch is gone, and I feel him pulling out from inside me.

That empty feeling is already in my gut, and I don’t know what I’m about to encounter when I stand and face him. Not even giving me a chance to clean myself up, Rem has dropped down to my feet and pulls my jeans back up, covering me, which is my sign to move, without him even saying it.

Slowly pushing myself back up to standing and buttoning my jeans, I pull my shirt back down and have the disgusting feeling of Rem’s come running out of me. By the time I turn around he is already dressed and just looks at me like he is unsure what to say.

The feeling of the come reminds me. “Shit, I just realized we didn’t use protection.” The look on his face is the beginning of him panicking which I need to stop from happening. “But don’t worry, it’s the wrong time in my cycle for anything to be a problem.” Watching Rem start to calm a little, I’m not sure he is actually paying attention to what I said anyway.

“I trust you, and I’m sorry,” Rem says to me quietly. But in my head, I know that I’m not sorry. That was so amazing, and that’s all I want to think about.

This super-confident man seems to lose the certainty when we are in the same room.

Taking a step toward him, I touch his hand, and it’s like it jolts him back into the room.

“We need to talk.” Back now is his calm soft tone that I’ve seen him use with Blaise too.

He’s right, but I don’t want to admit it. Talking is going to lead to pushing this back into the closet, and although I know that’s what needs to happen, I’m desperate to tell him how I feel. Not just this insane lust that we both obviously share, but there is something more. I don’t know what, but I just wish I could explore it.

But at my core, I feel like he is about to remind me that we can’t be doing this, and I will have to agree.

Taking me by the hand, he leads me to the couch, sitting, and then pulls me into his lap which takes me off guard and is the last thing I expected.

“Rem!” I let out a little screech as I land on top of him.

“What, you didn’t think I was going to fuck you and then send you on your way, did you?” Laughing, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me so sweetly on the lips. Nothing like we have kissed before.

The kind of kiss I didn’t think I wanted, but oh, how it makes my heart ache with longing for more of this.

Putting my hand up and wrapping it in the hair on the back of his head, I sense him leaning more into the kiss. This is not where I saw this going, but my whole body is so on board for more of this. He rubs up and down my back, and I’m just melting into him the more he does it.

My brain is racing like crazy.

I want this, but I can’t have this. There are too many reasons why. All of them flash though my head one after the other.

Hurting Blaise, Flynn, Tori and her friends, working together, Rem and his fears, not that I know what they are, but I can tell he has them. Lastly, because I always put everyone else first, my heart. I know I am already too invested, and if I take this any further then I will be free falling, and that will just end in disaster and heartbreak.

This time, it’s me that’s reluctantly pulling away from the kiss. I need time to get the words in my head right before I try to articulate my fears.

I lay my head on his shoulder and just breathe him in. His hand is still rubbing my back, and for a moment, I just relish the feeling of contentment that being in his arms gives me. I could stay here forever, but it’s just not in the cards for us.

“Rem, we can’t do this.” I can’t even look up into his eyes when I say the words that feel like a knife’s point poking into my chest. Not quite piercing my heart but just enough that I start to feel the pain that I know will only get worse if I let it.

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