This Man Part 45

I cry out, getting a hand clamped over my mouth for my trouble.

'Quiet.' he grates, through merciless pounds.

f.u.c.king h.e.l.l! I'm completely helpless as he thrusts in and out with complete determination and purpose. The depth he's. .h.i.tting soon has my vision blurry, my head spinning with desperation and pleasure. His hand leaves my mouth, returning to my hips, pulling me back against each of his hard advances.

'Jesse!' I yell desperately. He's merciless.

'I said, quiet!' he barks.

As my pleasure builds and builds, I find myself pushing back against him. He groans on each thrust, powering forward at a mind blasting rate, colliding with my womb and sending me into a haze of shocked euphoria. I try to grab a pillow, but my disorientation has me grappling at nothing but sheets. I can't find the strength to lift my head and use my eyes. I'm completely helpless.

I feel his grip on me tighten, the tense and swell of him pounding into me is stretching me beyond comprehension. This is a possessive f.u.c.k. That's what this is. Not that I'm bothered. I might be helpless and at his mercy, but I'm still going to have a mind-bending o.r.g.a.s.m.

His thrusts speed up and with one last pump and deep slow grind, I splitter straight down the middle, and I'm charged with a mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.m that has me burying my face in the mattress to stifle my scream of release. His horse cry echoes around the room as he joins me in my crazy bliss, collapsing on top of me, panting loud in my ear. He's jerking and shuddering inside and all around me.

That really was shock and awe. I'm completely depleted and grabbing at valuable air to give my lungs some relief. They've really been through the mill today.

'Please, tell me that it's you.' I pant, closing my eyes, soaking up the warmth of his body through his suit. He hasn't even taken his jacket off.

'It's me.' he breathes, moving my hair from my back and skimming my bare skin with his tongue.

I sigh happily, letting him nibble and lick me all over.

'Don't be having another shower.' he orders between tongue strokes.

'Why?' I frown into the sheets. I won't be, anyway a I haven't got time.

He withdraws, flipping me over and pinning my wrists on either side of my head. He gazes down at me, his styled hair of this morning now in disarray, but he looks no worse for it. 'Because, I want me all over you when you're out.' He drops his lips to mine.

Ah, he's trampled me. I was bang on the money. I should have known. Crazy man.

He takes a whole other tactic with my mouth, swirling his tongue, humming into me and nibbling my lips. It's a world away from the ferocious attack I've just sustained.

'Do men have an instinct for recently f.u.c.ked women?' I ask around his lips.

'Mouth,' He pulls his face back, giving me a really disapproving look. 'You've had a drink.'

Oh, s.h.i.t! 'No.' I blurt guiltily.

He looks at my wrists when he feels the tense of my natural reflex, then back at me with an arched brow. 'No more.' he demands softly, giving me another lavish kiss. 'I was hoping to find you in cream lace.' he hums through our joined mouths.

I'm really glad I wasn't. It would be in pieces on the floor by now, and I really like it. I might be buying me some more of those, perhaps in different colours. He releases one of my wrists, trailing his finger down my side, over my sensitive hips and to the juncture of my thighs.

'You would have ruined it.' I gasp when he plunges two fingers into me. I've not even recovered from my last mind numbing climax, and I'm set to go on another. This man is seriously talented.

'Probably,' he confirms as he circles me deeply, pushing his fingers as far as he can get them.

'Hmmm.' I sigh in total satisfaction, tensing my legs underneath him.

'Don't be wearing anything ridiculous either.'

I throw my hand out to grab his shoulder and pull him down to my mouth, but he won't budge. He's looking at me expectantly and I realise...he's waiting for a confirmation that I understand his commands.

'I won't!' I cry desperately when he hits me with a delicious sweep of his thumb over my c.l.i.toris.

'Are you going to come, Ava?'

'Yes!' I yell at his face. Any moment now, I'm going to have an en-core to my previous release, and it's going to be equally as satisfying and earth shattering. 'Please!'

He moves in closer, his lips as close to mine as they can be without touching. 'Hmmm, that feel good, baby?' He pushes in deep and high, brushing my front wall.

'Oh G.o.d!' I cry. 'Jesse, please.' I lift my head to try and capture his lips, but he pulls back.

'You want me?'

I'm starting to burn, my legs tensing as he strokes between my swelling lips. 'Yes.'

'Do you want to please me, Ava?'

'Yes. Jesse, please!' I cry.

I'm completely stunned when he withdraws his fingers and rises from the bed.

What? No!

I'm on the cusp of falling over the edge, and just like that, my pending o.r.g.a.s.m has disappeared, leaving me feeling like an unexploded bomb. 'What are you doing?' I ask in my stunned state.

'You want me to finish the job?' He c.o.c.ks his head, tucking himself into his trousers.

'Yes!'

His eyes lock with mine. 'Don't go out.'

'No!'

He shrugs. 'My work here is done.' He kisses the air, staring at me through his hooded, green pools, before he turns and walks out.

I'm flat on my back, naked, feeling like I've been marked, and I'm desperate for release. I can't believe he's just done that. I know what that was. That was a failed sense f.u.c.k followed up by a failed finger tease. It's a complete manipulation tactic.

'I'll sort myself out then!' I shout as the door slams behind him. I won't. It would be nowhere near as satisfying if I do it myself.

I huff, taking my naked body over to my underwear drawer to find my most racy set. Pink lace should do it. I slip it on and retrieve the posh boutique bag, smiling as I unfold the tissue paper that's protecting the five hundred pound, ultimate taboo dress. She who laughs last, Mr Ward!

I battle with the zip again, sort out my half-finished make-up and present myself to the mirror. I'm very pleased with myself. The cream, silk taboo dress looks d.a.m.n good, my skin sun kissed, my eyes dark and smoky and my hair a ma.s.s of chocolate waves. I slip my feet into my cream Carvella stilettos and spritz myself with Calvin Klein's Eternity.

'f.u.c.king h.e.l.l!' Kate screeches. I turn to face her, finding her looking up and down my tight, silk clad body. 'He'll go mad!'

I scoff. 'The Lord of the Manor can f.u.c.k right off!'

Kate laughs. 'Oh, you are feeling brave. I love it!' She walks in, looking her usual stunning self, in a vivid green dress and navy heels. 'What did he do to deserve this?'

'He left me pre-o.r.g.a.s.m after failing to f.u.c.k some sense into me.' I toss it out there casually. I can't believe I just admitted that.

Kate falls onto the bed in a helpless heap of laughter. I can't help but laugh with her. I suppose it is quite funny. 'G.o.d love him,' she splutters through her hysteria. 'I'm glad I'm not the only one enjoying the best s.e.x I've ever had.' She wipes the laughter tears from under her eyes.

I'm not at all surprised to hear that a not at all. Sam isn't walking around her apartment, semi-naked and with that dirty grin on his face, because she's making him lots of cakes.

'He has me in knots.' I shake my head, returning to the mirror to apply my nude lipstick.

'Have we figured out how old he is yet?' Kate picks up my bronzer brush to give her pale cheeks an extra dusting.

'No idea. It's a no go subject, just like the scar on his stomach.'

She pinches her cheeks. 'Does it matter? And what scar?'

'No, it doesn't. And the scar is quite a nasty affair from here to here.' I run my finger from the middle of my lower stomach to my hip bone.

She looks at me in the reflection of the mirror. 'You're in love with him.'

'Crazily,' I admit.

Chapter 32.

We bowl past the bouncers of Baroque in fits of giggles. We're not in the least bit drunk, but the laughter is just rolling tonight.

'What are you having?' Kate asks as a waiter approaches us at the bar.

'Wine,' I answer, smiling to myself. That was easy.

Kate gets served and we make our way through the Friday night crowd to find the last available table at the back of the bar. I gingerly lift myself onto the bar stool, keeping a good grip of the hem on my dress. It really is taboo.

'So, tell me. Sam?' I ask off-the-cuff. I know there's more to this than s.e.x. I think both of them have met their match. I don't know Sam, but I know Kate very well, and for her to be dedicating so much time to a man, he must be pretty special. All I know about Sam is that he has a cheeky grin and he likes to run around half naked. She hasn't spent so much time with a man since my brother. I smile at his impending arrival. I can't wait to see him, but I won't be talking about Dan tonight a not with Kate.

She shrugs. 'Fun,'

'Come on!' I exclaim. 'I've divulged far too much information on Jesse. Give me something!'

She sips her wine, placing it back down on the table casually. 'Ava, he's not the sort of man you settle down with. I'll take the fun while it lasts, but I won't be getting attached.'

I inwardly hiss as Kate reminds me of Sarah's words about building dreams. 'How do you know?' I ask, trying to reign in my drifting thoughts.

'I just do.' she says on a half laugh.

I'm a bit disappointed, if I'm honest. She's lively, amazingly laid back and completely uninhibited a all of the things that Sam seems to be. Well, from what I've seen a which is quite a lot. What's the issue?

'I like him.' I admit. He might be an exhibitionist and a complete pest, but he's very endearing with it.

'Well, I like Jesse.'

I laugh. Yes she would like him. He brought her a van. But then I recoil. 'You don't like him like that do you?' Oh G.o.d, I'd never thought that Kate might be attracted to him. Well, everyone's attracted to him. I've been to the receiving end of numerous sneers from admiring women, but I never thought, not for a moment, that Kate might look at him like that.

'No!' She looks at me all offended. 'I like how much he clearly loves you.'

'What? He doesn't love me, Kate. He loves to f.u.c.k me.' I take a long glug of wine to dull the affect that Kate's statement's had on me. Or is it the affect of my alternative statement? Clearly loves me, or clearly loves to control me?

'Ava, again, you're the master of denial.'

'How old do you think he is?' I ask.

Kate shrugs. 'Mid-thirties, I'm going for a quick f.a.g.' She slips down from the stool, retrieving her cigarettes from her bag. 'Wait here, we don't want to lose the table.'

She makes her way to the smoking area, leaving me pondering my diabolical situation. I'm in love with the trampling, unreasonable control freak. I knew I should have stayed away from him. I can't help but think that I could have easily rebuffed, denied and walked away from any other man. Jesse is another story entirely, though. I'm addicted to him, and I'm not sure it's healthy.

'Ava?'

I'm dragged from my brief thoughts by a very familiar voice. It's also a most unwelcome voice. I swivel on my tight, silk clad b.u.t.t.

'Hi, Matt.' I sound way more pleased to see him than I actually am.

's.h.i.t, Ava. You look great.' He runs his s.m.u.tty eyes up and down my body, making me feel highly uncomfortable and conspicuous. How does he make my skin crawl now? I loved him for four years. Or did I? What I felt for Matt seems to have paled into insignificance compared to how I'm feeling about a certain Mr Control Freak of an age that I still don't know.

'Thanks, how are you?' I ask politely, taking in his shirt and black jeans. I hate those jeans, and the shirt looks cheap and nasty.

'Really good, thanks. What have you been up to?'

f.u.c.king. Lots of amazing f.u.c.king! 'Not a lot. Working heaps, looking for a new place.' I'm lying, of course. I've not even visited a letting agent. Matt doesn't pick up on my hair being coiled around my finger. He never did pick up on my hair twiddling habit - a sign, maybe?

'Is the job going well?' He rests his elbows on the edge of the table, getting way too close to my personal s.p.a.ce. My back straightens, pulling me away, and I pray for Kate's quick return. He'll soon scarper if Kate makes an appearance.

'Yes, really good, thanks?' I reply, while deliberating on asking him the same question. After he called and told me about the redundancies being made at his work place, I suppose I should, but I don't want to get too tied up in conversation.

He smiles brightly a it's false. 'Great. Listen, I just wanted to apologise again. I was out of line. I wouldn't blame you if you told me to f.u.c.k off.'

f.u.c.k off! 'It's fine, Matt. Don't worry about it.'

'Cool.'

I inwardly vomit when James walks over to join us, looking at me with the contempt I feel for him. He can go and take a leap! I smile sweetly, repositioning myself on the stool with caution. This dress is ridiculous, and while I felt perfectly comfortable up until Matt found me, I now feel over exposed and vulnerable under the scrutinising glares of my ex and his friend.

'James.' I nod in acknowledgment to his presence.

'Ava.' he retorts. His cold tone doesn't escape my notice. He must have told Matt about his encounter with me and a tall, blonde, aggressive type, so why is Matt being so pleasant?