Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

I wriggled my hips against his cock, all inhibitions lost and he moaned in frustration. He sat back placing both of his hands firmly on my hips and growled, “Hold on tight baby.” He thrust hard into me from behind and I cried out at the feel of him taking me so roughly in one go, no easing me into it to let me get used to his size. He set a steady pace of hard long thrusts as I pushed my hips back into his to deepen the sensations. Gasps of, “Fuck” leaving his mouth every few seconds as I hung my

head down and whimpered into the mattress.

The build up this time was wickedly fast and hard, as he sped up the pace, plunging his hips fast and swirling inside me. Cries of “Oh” and “Yes” left me, my brain no longer in charge of my body and my mind a total mess. He reached around with one hand to stroke my clit and my whole body jacked and convulsed into orgasm, my legs went to jelly and he had to use his strength to hold me steady by his hips and keep the momentum going. I contracted so hard around his cock making him shout out and bringing him to complete submission. He dropped his whole body over mine cocooning me with his large frame as he thickened inside me and spurted his release so violently I could feel it hitting me. His thrusts becoming erratic and shaky.

We lay like this for what felt like hours until our breathing calmed and he gently rolled to the side of me and turned my face to look at him.

“You Ella Reid are something else.” I smiled as he stroked my hair, wrapping a curl around his fingers. “Get some sleep beautiful, you’ll need the energy for round two.” He winked and pulled me into his chest, kissing the top of my head as he settled onto his back. After a few minutes his breathing steadied and we both fell into a satisfied sated sleep.

I woke up around 4am, the unfamiliar surroundings unnerving me at first until the memories of the night before came flooding back. I looked up into the sleeping face of Joe Madden. His long lashes feathered over his cheeks and his chest rising and falling softly with each breathe he took. He looked like a fallen angel he was stunning, all warm and strong, his face a picture of calm. He lay on his front, his head turned to the side towards me and he had one arm and leg wrapped around me in a protective way. I panicked that the slightest movement would wake him, I didn’t want to see him now, I had to get away. I couldn’t face the ultimate walk of shame when he came around and had to think of ways to get me to leave without causing a fuss.

I gently eased myself towards the end of the bed and out of his grasp. He sighed but didn’t open his eyes. Then I lifted slowly, carefully off the bed so as not to alert him to my movements and felt around on the floor for my clothes. I found my bra and dress and hastily put them on. My knickers were long gone so I crept across the room and prised the door open to steal myself out into the main part of the apartment.

I dashed across to the front door where my handbag lay on the floor. I looked across at the side table we had christened last night and I smiled a sad smile and ran my hand across it. It had been a night to remember. I knew there would be consequences to what we had done, our working relationship would never be right, but now wasn’t a time to mull over that. I wanted to go home and dream of one night stands with sex Gods who took control, sent my senses into orbit and made my body explode.

I left the apartment and looked over at the lift. I had no idea how to call it, there was no button only that damn black box so I took the stairs, my aching muscles from the night’s exertions not thanking me for the many flights I had to descend to finally come out into the lobby of his building. I blushed as an old man behind the lobby desk looking up and smiled at me kindly. He probably knew exactly which apartment I had come from, I bet women creeping out of here at all hours of the morning was a common occurrence for him. Thank God I’d never have to see him again! I glanced around nervously.

“Would you like me to call you a cab miss?” he smiled.

“Err yes please.” I nodded.

I sat down gingerly on one of the plush velvet sofas, feeling sore and slightly used. A few minutes later the sound of an engine got my attention.

“Here you are my dear.” The old concierge motioned to a cab that had pulled up to the revolving doors at the front of the building. How symbolic I thought bitterly, revolving doors just like the ones for his love life, as one goes out another one comes in. I sighed and thanked the old gentleman as I made my way into the cab and out of Joe’s life forever.

Chapter Thirteen

Sunday morning and I woke up in my own bed stretching and yawning in satisfaction. After getting home in the early hours of the morning I had taken a shower and given myself a mental pep talk before taking myself off to bed to recharge my batteries. I’d had a night in heaven that most women don’t ever get to experience and I was going to be thankful and see it for just what it was, fun. At least I wouldn’t have the fear of sex with a new guy after that I thought with a devilish grin. I heard voices outside and footsteps pounding the stair case. Suddenly my bedroom door swung open the handle hitting the wall behind and there in the doorway stood an angry Joe, his body filling the whole space of the door frame, breathing heavily and looking like he was ready to commit murder.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” He scowled at me.

I sat up in a daze, “What are you on about?”

“You ran again, what the fuck Ella, you need to stop doing that shit to me.”

“I didn’t run,” I argued, “I left. It’s what you wanted wasn’t it? No strings, no hassle, no embarrassing morning after the night before.” I grimaced thinking that right now the morning after couldn’t get more embarrassing. Here he was trembling with rage and I was sat up in bed in my fleece teddy bear pyjamas with my curls a crazy mess.

He slammed the door shut behind him in anger and stalked to the end of my bed.

“What I want? What I want!!! Are you fucking kidding me right now? What I wanted was to wake up next to you not find out you’d run away like it was all a big mistake.”

He ran his hands over his face and then gripped the back of his neck, looking to me for some indication of what happens next.

“You only do one night stands, what was the point in dragging it out? Or are you just disappointed you didn’t get to hit it on round two?” I glared at him.

“Fucking unbelievable.” He said looking up to the ceiling. “Who told you I only do one night stands huh, Anna?”

“And you,” I piped up, “Remember that first night at the club?”

“I was an ass that night and I thought we’d already got over that. As for Anna she’s a bloody liability and no I don’t only do one night stands. This, you, you were never a one night stand.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and took his shoes and socks off before unbuttoning his jeans.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said. I didn’t have a clue what was going on now. I was totally lost with the direction of this whole argument.

“Getting into bed with you.” He replied as if I was stupid to even question him.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to wake up next you but you took that away from me so this is the next best thing.”