From Prey to Precious

Desires

Rachel’s POV:

I have no idea what’s come over me. I know that this is a bad idea. But I can’t seem to stop myself. There is just something about this man that is bringing out feelings that I thought long expunged. I can’t remember the last time someone stirred this type of response in me. I mean, I literally know next to nothing about this guy and here I am, throwing myself at him. In front of an entire club full of people, no less!

I know that this should bother me. I know that I should not be practically wrapping myself around him. But I can’t stop myself. There’s something inside me that is just urging me onward, regardless of anything else going on around us. It’s like everything else has just melted away because of the heat we’re creating. It’s almost too intense and I feel like I’m on the verge of bursting into flames. But I can’t stop myself from feeding the fire.

I run my fingers over the back of his neck, gently scratching my nails against his skin before lacing my fingers through his hair and crashing my lips into his. I feel like I’m going to go mad with wanting if I can’t at least kiss him. I hold his head captive as my tongue darts out to lick at the seam of his lips, barely able to hold back a whine of need as I beg him with my body to deepen this kiss. He hesitates for only a moment before yielding to me.

I thought that if I were just able to kiss him, that maybe this burning would ease. That I would be able to enjoy the feeling of his lips against mine, that the feeling of his hands grasping my hips and holding me against him would be enough. That I might be able to think again instead of burn with this aching need. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

As soon as ours tongues touch, I feel as though my entire body is aflame. Rather than giving me a breath of cool air, it just fanned the flames. Everywhere our bodies touched, there was scorching heat. The wet heat of our tongues dancing together as our bodies sought to do the same was enough to drive me mad with need. I could feel his hands on my hips, pulling me closer against him. I could feel that I was having the same affect on him as he was having on me. As I began to feel his erection pressing up against me, all I craved was to feel skin against mine. I was one moment away from ripping his clothes off of him here and now, as it was. But at least part of my rational brain was still functioning and a growl of frustration at not being able to feel his skin against mine escaped my throat.

With that final shred of rational thought, I tear my lips away from his, although it hurts me to do so, I need to catch my breath so I can form words. I am panting as I look down at his mouth, remembering the feel of his lips and his tongue.

“Is there somewhere we can go?” I ask breathily, “Like now?” I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

I can’t seem to keep my body still as my hips continue to move suggestively in his hands. I can feel him gripping my hips, drawing me closer to him, inviting me to rub against him. I begin moving my hands up and down his arms, letting him feel the bite of my nails through the thin fabric of his shirt before they make contact with his skin, drawing forth goosebumps in their wake. 

I feel, more than see, his head nod as I feel a smile curl my lips before I lean in to resume kissing him. Before our lips can touch, I whisper, “Good. Let’s go Before we really give these people a show,” I manage to say between plying his mouth with kisses. But before I can press my lips against his once again, I feel a finger against my lips, asking me to wait. I open my eyes in surprise at the interruption and I see a hungry look in his eyes as he grabs my hand and starts to lead me through the club.

He doesn’t say a word as we weave our way through the crowd. I know that people are staring at us, but I couldn’t care less. I happily follow along in his wake as he leads me through the club towards a door with a sign for “Employees Only”. I’m assuming that he either works here or is friends with the owner because no one tries to stop us as he pushes open the door. As we emerge into the hallway beyond the door, he picks up his pace, as if he can’t wait to get to our destination fast enough. I trot behind him because I’m hoping that once we finally get to wherever he’s taking me, I can finally get my hands and mouth on him again. The thought of it already has my heart pounding and I can feel other parts of my body clenching in anticipation.

It’s not long before we reach a door off the main hallway. There’s no nameplate on the door, but Mr. Calloway seems to know exactly where he’s going. He opens the door without knocking and leads me inside. As we enter the room, the light from the hallway lets me see that he’s taken me into a large office. I manage to get a glimpse of the desk, a large chair behind it, two smaller chairs in front of it, a small leather chaise with a small end table next to it and a closed door on the wall opposite of where we’re standing. But when Mr. Calloway shuts the door, the room is plunged into utter darkness.

I hear the click of the deadbolt on the door slide into place before I suddenly find myself being pushed up against the wall. As my back touches the wall, I suddenly feel hands caressing the sides of my face before fingers thread through my hair, gently holding me in place as his lips are instantly on my own. As he deepens the kiss, I gently trail my fingers over his arms to his shoulders. Once I get a grip on his shoulders, I try to pull him against me. I need to feel him against me. My body is aching for him and his touch.

He lets me pull him against my body as we continue to kiss. I can’t see a thing, but I don’t need to. I just need to feel. Feel his tongue dancing around mine, feel his hands on my body, feel his erection pressing against me. But it’s not enough. I feel desire whipping through my body, seeking the release that comes from a more intimate contact.

As if reading my mind, he releases his hold on my hair and reaches down to grab my ass. He gives it one firm squeeze before running his hands down the back of my thighs and lifting me up. I’m now pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around his hips. He grasps my thighs firmly, nearly to the point of bruising as I feel him slowly start to rub against me, creating the delicious friction my body is craving.

With the change in position, he relinquishes my mouth and begins trailing his lips down the side of my neck towards my shoulder. I struggle to maintain my balance as I continue to move my hips. A sound escapes my throat as I bite my bottom lip, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. I need to feel more of him. There is no more room for rational thought as my body is aching with need.

I let go of his shoulders long enough to reach down and grab the bottom of my tank top and rip it off over my head and throwing it to the floor. As the cool air of the office touches my exposed skin, goosebumps appear over my exposed flesh.

I hear him chuckle against the side of my neck once he gets back into the position after moving out of the way so I could remove my shirt. “So eager you are…” he says before gently biting the side of my neck as he pushes against my aching core. I can’t hold back my moan as he bites down a little harder on my neck. I’ve never been this aroused in my life and I don’t know how much more I can take. I feel his body shift as he releases one of my thighs and moves his hand up my side before taking hold of my breast.

As he continues to massage my breast, I strive to writhe against him, cursing the pants that we are both still wearing as I rub myself against him. I can feel myself getting closer to my release, but it’s just not enough to drive me over the edge. I whimper in frustration as I arch my back, trying to wordlessly urge his mouth away from neck and down lower.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to get the hint completely. Rather than letting go of my neck, he releases my breast and I nearly cry with frustration. But he’s not done with me yet, he merely let go so that he could reach between my breasts to release the clasp on my bra, exposing my bare breasts to the cool air of the office. It’s only then that he releases his teeth from my neck and begins trailing kisses and small nips down my chest before cupping my breast and taking my n****e into his mouth.

In the past, whenever a lover discovered that my n*****s were pierced, it was normally met with at least a moment of surprise. But the discovery didn’t seem to surprise him at all. He rolled my hard bud around with his tongue as his now free hand traveled down my ribs and then across my stomach. With a flick of his fingers I could feel the button on my pants release, and I heard the hiss of my zipper as he pulled it down. I could feel my muscles tighten in anticipation as he snaked his fingers under the waistband of my pants to brush against my soft curls.

As he skillfully used his teeth and tongue to roll and pluck at my n****e with gentle brutality, the tips of his fingers brushed against my wet folds. I gasped at his touch, his fingers cooler than I was expecting. But it wasn’t enough. He was so close to my throbbing bundle of nerves. So agonizingly close.

I feel as though I am about to combust. I need him to touch me, I want him to bring me my release.

“P..Please…” I beg as I try to buck my hips, trying to move his fingers through my slick folds.

He gives a growl, deep in his chest, the vibrations going right through my n****e ring that he has caught between his teeth and draws a direct line to my groin. I gasp as I can begin to feel myself dancing just on the edge of release.

Just as his fingers begin to strum against my c******s, I feel a split second of pain radiating from my breast. Before I can even begin to register the pain, it spirals into unsurpassable pleasure and I’m hit with the velvet hammer of my release.