6. Lust-Filled Desire

Chapter 6: Lust-Filled Desire

[Mature Content]

Mika

Allen handed me Sam again when the doorbell rang. I didn't mind too much. He was buying me dinner - one of my favorite dinners, actually, that I never have - and only really expected my company tonight. The least I could do was hold his son while he answered the door.

Following Allen to the front door, I waited, leaning against the wall as I watched him pay for our dinner. He was seriously gorgeous, so much so that I needed to force my eyes away from his body before he catches me staring.

I would not want to have to have that conversation, after having just told him I wasn't interested in him like that. A complete lie, by the way. I'm surprised he didn't catch it. Relieved, but still surprised.

"You three make a really cute family," the delivery girl said just before Allen closed the door.

I didn't know what to say, but Allen spoke up so there wasn't an awkward silence. "Thanks." He only said the one word before he actually closed the door, but the word still hung in the air between us, ringing over and over through my head.

"Thanks?" I repeated once he turned to face me, the bag of food in his hand.

Allen shrugged. "It was easier than having to explain. Besides, I wanted her gone so that we could eat."

I nodded once. "Alright."

On the outside, I sounded completely okay with it, but on the inside I was practically screaming. One: he wanted her gone so that it was just the two of us. Two: now I couldn't get the idea of us actually being a family out of my head.

I looked down at Sam, who was still in my arms. What would it be like to be able to watch him grow up, not just until he reached school age, or however long I worked for Allen, but watching him go off to college and fall in love and get married? He'll have everything he's ever wanted, with how rich his father is. He'll never have a mother if I stay in the picture, but he would have two fathers. Was I ready to be a father? A father to a kid that wasn't even mine?

Who was I kidding? None of that would ever happen. Allen was as straight as a ruler, simple as that. He'd find some woman to fall in love with, because that's something Allen knows how to do already. Sam will have his father and a step-mom to take care of him and they won't need me around. I'll just have to go back to what I've been doing for the last however many years - hopping between jobs trying to survive.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

I looked up to see Allen walking towards me. The bag of food no longer in his hands, which he probably left in the kitchen. I hadn't even noticed him leave.

"What? Oh, um..." I hesitated, not remembering exactly what I had been thinking of. "You know, just thinking how lucky Sam is. He's going to grow up with everything he could possibly want. Not too many people get to say they had that."

"He's never going to have his mother." Allen frowned as he said that, getting lost in his memories of his ex-girlfriend again. "No matter what I do, I can't give him her."

This conversation was turning dangerously depressing again, and I didn't want that to happen. "Who needs a mom, right? With how much you love the kid, he won't even know what he's missing. Now come on, let's eat."

*

It was already dark by the time I left Allen's house, and I really didn't feel like going home yet. I knew I should, considering how early I needed to be back there. But my feet drew me to the one place that pretty much guaranteed me not getting enough sleep tonight.

Once I entered the club, I made my way over to the bar. As I waited for the bartender to get my drink, I scanned the room. There wasn't too many people here, considering it was a Wednesday night, but there was still enough to have a handful of really attractive guys around. Thankfully I didn't see Zak here. I wouldn't know what to do if I ran into him. I'd probably end up having sex with him, which I didn't want to do with him. He was one of the reasons why I've been avoiding this place for as long as I did.

"Hey hot stuff," a guy said, leaning on the bar next to me after my third or fourth drink. "You here alone?"

I gave him a once over, taking a sip from my beer. He was definitely attractive, that much was obvious. I wouldn't mind having some fun with him tonight. "Maybe."

"Wanna dance?"

I finished up the rest of my beer in one gulp before placing the empty glass on the bar. "Sure."

The guy walked out onto the dance floor first, with me right behind him. As soon as he was apparently where he wanted to dance, he stopped and turned to face me. I smirked as he grabbed hold of my waist and brought me closer to him, grinding against my hips. I quickly turned around in his grasp and started grinding my ass against his growing erection.

We barely made it through two songs before I knew I was ready to get out of here with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing because he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

I nodded my head, unable to verbally agree before he was grabbing my hand and leading me to the exit.

Instead of going to the street to grab a cab, the guy - who may have told me his name, but I couldn't remember - led me around back to the small parking lot the club had. Once he stopped next to one of the cars parked back here, he pushed me against it, kissing me hard. It was a kiss of lust and need. My kind of kiss.

After a moment he pulled back, both of us out of breath. "Get in the car," he said, opening the passenger side door for me since we were already on that side of the car. "I can't wait any longer."

I couldn't have agreed more. It's been way too long since I've done anything with any guy. I needed this tonight. And I wasn't the only one it seemed.

As soon as we were on the road, the guy kept rubbing himself through his tight jeans, which left nothing to the imagination. I definitely couldn't wait. I reached out and, moving his hand away, replaced it with my own hand, feeling his hardness for myself.

"Oh god," he moaned out. "Two minutes. Two-oh!"

I smirked at the noises I was able to make him make just by rubbing him through his pants. I couldn't imagine what he'd sound like when we actually got to his place and got in bed together.

After the longest two minutes of my life, filled with a lot more moans on his part and me almost taking it out to stick in my mouth, he pulled into a parking garage of an apartment complex. We were out of the car and in the elevator within a minute, and thank god we were the only two people in that elevator. He had immediately slammed me against the back wall, kissing me with the same lust he had before. I kissed him back with just as much desire until the doors opened to his floor.

He pulled me out of the elevator and down the hallway. Once he unlocked one of the doors, we were both inside the apartment, tearing off each other's clothes in a rush to be free of them.

We somehow made it into the bedroom, a fact I only discovered when I was pushed backwards onto a bed. I was already naked, as was he, and he kissed up my thighs then across my chest before pressing his erection against mine.

I let out a moan, throwing my head back against the pillow behind me. My moans got louder when he grabbed hold of me, pumping me a few times. He then lifted both my legs up, resting them over his shoulders as he stuck his face into my crack. His tongue darted into my hole, leaving me a withering mess on his bed. He added a couple fingers in, stretching out my hole.

I thought I would be the one to make him moan, giving him the pleasure before he fucks me, but damn, this was so much better. But I still wanted more from him. I needed him inside me.

"Please," I gasped out, grasping at the sheets under me. "Fuck me. Now."

He lifted him head up to look at me, smirking. "Anything for you, sexy." Then, turning me onto my side, he kept one of my legs over his shoulder while he lined himself up at my entrance. Without warning, he pushed all the way inside, making me gasp out in surprise.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned once he started thrusting into me, getting harder each time, hitting that one spot that was going to make me finish sooner rather than later. "Right there! Fuck yes!"

I don't know how much longer we continued. It could have been hours, for all I knew. But when the time came for him to finish, he pulled out of me and came all over my face. And I enjoyed every last drop that he pumped out before he stroke me until I came.

"God you're so sexy," he said after tossing the towel he had used to clean us off onto the floor. "I'd love to fuck you again."

I didn't even think. "Yes. Do it. I'm ready."

That was all the prompting he needed before we were once again entangled in each other. Definitely a night well spent.