Hidden Desires by J. M. Rivers (most interesting books to read TXT) 📖

had become my place to decompress and think. Something I had been doing a lot lately. It was the only room in the house that didn't remind me of what happened. I shook my head and blindly grabbed a book lying idly on the twin love seat.

 

A romance novel. One for the hopless romantics and one with such an emotional rollercoaster that it could leave you emotionally drained. Just what I needed. The main characters were just about to have their big emotionally charged break up, the first of many, when my attention was stolen by a soft knock on the door. I looked up to see Jake dressed in a loose white shirt and pants with his hair slightly sleek from the shower he'd obviously had. His face was blank and he didn't speak so I looked down at my book to continue reading.

  "Wait. I shouldn't have snapped at you. You were right and I was wrong. Please come out and I can make it up to you." He stood there awkwardly looking at anything but me. He leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms then looked directly at me.

   I stole a glance at him, got more comfortable and continued reading my book. He stood there for a while before he sighed and left. I looked up then and to my left, out of the window at the clouds. We used to cloud watch before. I really want to feel emotional about Jake as I watch the clouds change colour with the setting sun but I seemed to have left them on the pages of the novel. I feel so rightly drained, like a clean slate. I can clearly think now but something in my body stirs. The reminder of how hot he looked leaning on the door frame. Damnit, the novel hasn't drained me enough. I need to keep reading till the end. It's a thick one, I guess I'll be in here for a while. I close my eyes to refocus on the story and take a deep breath in of...garlic and herbs? My eyes shoot open. Jake. I toss the book aside, quickly walk out of the room and head straight into the kitchen. Jake is standing by the stove grinning like the Cheshire cat.

  "I know one thing that gets your attention. Sit. I'm making dinner. It'll take a while but I'm slow cooking it." He says as he covers a pot and points to the kitchen table. "Would you like something while we wait?"

 I'm in shock. He has cooked for me before but we mostly end up cooking together as we talk. Right now, I am angry with him and yet I crave our routine conversation. He seems unaware of my confusion as he pulls out a chair for me. I contemplate turning around but he knows me too well.

  "Don't make me chase you, Lilly. I'll tie you to this chair and make you regret it."

  I'm  tempted to defy him as my hunger for him stirs. No, this is my game now and I cannot afford to lose. I proceed to sit down and make myself comfortable. He hands me a plate of grapes. My favourite. He places a fork gently on my plate as I  was about to get up to wash my hands. I nod and clear my plate in record time as I meet his gaze headon. He doesn't break eye contact. The air is tense. I have to keep my wits about me or this will end badly. For me.

   "You really are giving me the silent treatment huh? Considering how good I've been for you?" He leans in with a psychopathic look in his eye. I remain still and calm. 

  We sat there for close to an hour. Silent. I wasn't going to break. I got up to leave and immediately wobbled like I was wasted. My limbs were numb from sitting still for too long. Jake was immediately at my side, the fucking bastard.

  "Lilly. I truly am sorry. I clearly know that if I'm to take out any of my frustrations on you, that wasn't exactly how we'd agreed it should happen. Please, talk to me."

  I pull out of his grasp. Somehow he had managed to frame my face. I left him standing there and didn't speak to him. I entered our bedroom and lay on top of the covers. I hear him come in and feel the bed dip as he lies beside me. I faced away from him. 

  "Come on Lilly. I'm sorry I told you to shut up. I definitely want you to not shut up." I glare at him. "Okay, got it. You're not having it," he chuckles then he gets on top of me caging me in. I look up at him with a bored expression. "Listen, how about a wager?"

  I raise my eyebrow urging him to continue. "If I can get you to say something, I win then you win. Don't look at me like that. I won't tickle you but I'll make it worth your while. Only rule is, only speak when I say the word speak. If you speak before I signal you to, I'll stop and then I'll give you the silent treatment. Nod your head for yes or shake it for no." He had the same psychopathic look from before.

  I look away from him and weigh my options. I did want to speak to him and he said something about doing something and my curiosity reared its head in anticipation. I look back at him and nod reluctantly. He grins then kisses me deeply on the lips. We end up making out and somehow he ends up between my legs.  He pushes me into a sitting position against two pillows. At this point I'm too hot and bothered to be aware of what is happening.

  He removes my jeans and pulls them off me while leaving alternate kisses on each of my legs. He grins as he leans into me, massaging my right breast as his right hand holds him in place. I gasp and sigh as he moves his hand lower and right on my clitoris. Using his two fingers he moves them gently up and down. I groan and throw my head back in pleasure.

  "Now Lillian, you promised. If you speak before I ask you to," he stops his torture and looks at me. I lean forward in confusion and irritation. It takes my brain a few seconds to register what he just said. I sigh then nod my head while looking him in the eye.

  "Good girl."

  He continues his assault moving his fingers exactly the way I liked. Up and down, circles, side to side and a particular flick I taught him that drives me wild. I struggled to keep words from leaving my mouth. I'd sigh and groan but that would lead to words so I bit my bottom lip and stuffed the edge of one of the pillows in my mouth. Jake shakes his head in disapproval.

  "Ah, ah, ah. That's cheating. Let me hear all those little whimpers and gasps," he whispers in a heavy breathy sexy voice. A fact that I had let slip once that drove me to the edge, something I now regretted, as he moved his fingers faster. I was so wet, he didn't need to finger me to use my juices as lubricant. I was a flowing stream. I tried stopping myself from cumming and he noticed. I'd scrunch up my face trying to think of something to distract me since I couldn't look away from him.

  "Oh, Lilly," he whispered into my ear, "you will cum for me eventually." He gently pulls out his soft cock and begins to rub it against my pussy. He runs it up and down, drawing circles as he gets his head and shaft covered in my wetness. He slaps his cock on my clit, I jump each time in pleasure, and repeats the process until he is rock hard. He feels heavy between my legs and I can feel him pulse against my sensitive centre. It's enough to get me closer and insanely wetter. I need that stiff rod inside me.

  I've been holding back for too long. A personal best considering how horny I've been in the past few days. My ears are stinging hot and my muscles are straining against the pressure that's been building throughout my body. If I speak now, he'll stop. Fuck, can't he just say it already. Tears of frustration gently stream down my face.

  I was kissing him, licking him, clawing at his arms and chest. Anything to try and ease my frustration as he kept edging me. Finally, he seemed to be working really hard at making me cum. He was very rhythmical and deliberate with his movements on my clit, kisses on my exposed neck, massaging and pinching my breasts and whispering dirty things into my ear.

  He can tell that I'm struggling. My movements are becoming more erratic. One minute I'm trying to dig into the mattress to get away from him then the next I am gyrating my hips and lifting them up to him to maximize the friction. Is this what insanity feels like? I was beginning to lose grip on what was actually happening. I was feeling too much too intensely and still he didn't stop his torture. He sucked on my neck as he moaned while he used his head to pry my pussy lips to expose my clit and tortured the sensitive engorged bud. We were both sweating and panting and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I have to cum, I need it so bad.

  I begun shaking my head from side to side, my tell tale sign of my impending release. Finally, he groaned out the word speak as I felt myself climbing again to that edge. Thank God he did because I wasn't going to fight it any longer. He rubbed his head so fast up and down my clit that when he entered me, I came the hardest I ever have while cursing his name. He slammed into me and pounded me like an animal in heat. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. 

  At this point I was just spewing rubbish as I had one of the most mind blowing orgasms of my entire life. It felt like it was going on and on and when finally it ended, a chain reaction was born. Orgasm after orgasm as he fucked me to his own release. God, I loved watching him cum. It is the sexiest thing on the planet. His face muscles tensing then relaxing as he reached his release, the last pelvic thrust into me, the twitch of his cock inside me and the primal grunts and growls he'd make followed by the feel of his body weighing on mine as he was spent was enough to make me cum just by watching him.

 

We lay like that, both spent and frozen in place, as we enjoyed the aftershocks of our love making. I am not sure who started but we begun laughing softly. Jake's head was on my shoulder and his lips were kissing my neck looking for my sweet spot as I curled my toes and sighed in bliss once he found it. He was still inside me and when he moved to pull out, I whined and pushed his ass deeper into me. He chuckles and kisses me on the lips ever so sweetly. 

 

For a while we just lay there kissing, him apologizing sincerely and me gloating the entire time. We spoke about random things, deep things and then we explored our bodies some more. He fucked me slow and deep, just the way I liked it, and he used his big fat thumb to bring me to another sweet orgasm before I reminded him about the food.