Taken (Dark Desires 1)

They were both acting like children and I was expecting them to whip it out to have some kind of measuring contest. Thankfully, it did not come to that and Marshall left me to handle the advances of Jessie. I was surprised that he was able to leave it alone, but it helped me to see him with more character than going into a Neanderthal brawl over me.

“I don’t usually get into the middle of domestic disputes, but I won’t say no.” Jessie was boasting his prowess in the bedroom and some women would have fallen head over heels for a chance to sleep with him. “I don’t want any problems with your boyfriend. If you were to tell me that you had an open relationship, then I would have to believe you. I do like them with more than an airbrushed physique. You are a natural woman and I feel that it’s my duty to appreciate everything that you are. There is sadness in your eyes and I do hope that your boyfriend has been treating you right.” He looked like a blond Adonis with that smirk that was telling a story of availability and desire to sleep with anything with two legs.

“I bet you say that to all the girls. I’m not just saying that. I’m sure that you have some game, but it’s not going to work on me. You would be better served to do your job and turn your attention to somebody that is less likely to punch you in the mouth.” I was tempted and pushing my buttons by going down on me was a good way to throw me at this specimen of a man.

“I was just putting it out there. There’s no reason for you to take any offense. All you had to do was say no and that would be the end of it. Say those words and you’ll never hear me speak of your body or any thoughts of what I could do to you to put a smile on your face. I could definitely turn that frown upside down.” He thought that I wasn’t going to have the courage to say the words, but he was about to find out otherwise.

“Read my lips… No means no and it doesn’t mean maybe. I don’t want what you’re selling. Let’s get on with this and stop tap dancing with your obvious need to take me back to whatever shack you live in.” I was putting him on the spot, calling out his manhood and making him well aware that rejection was in his future.

“I will take what you say at face value, but things have a tendency to change around here. If you change your mind, that open invitation is there any time that you want to use it. I live in the resort and the manager always knows where to find me.” He was hands-on, touching me inappropriately and garnering the gasps of surprise and pleasure that were not unheard of with that kind of attention.

“You do make some interesting points. It’s an argument that I am hard pressed to fight back from. I am going to keep saying the word no over and over again until you get it through that thick skull that there’s no way that you are going to get any of this.” I hung on his every word, listening to him and taking everything in as a sponge. I was quite the natural and before long I was jumping past the bunny slope for something a lot more challenging.

The snow was still coming down, but not as heavy as it was last night. The wind had diminished and the swirl of snow in front of me showed that the snow that had fallen was light and fluffy. I couldn’t bring myself to walk away from the slopes. I was out there for a few hours and then it dawned on me that I was giving somebody the wrong idea. I was letting him think that his company was not enough for me. I had to rectify that situation or I would risk pushing him away for good.

I found him pouting, looking over his computer and having this look that had me thinking that we were screwed and not in a good way. I could only hope that he didn’t think that I was doing something with the ski instructor all this time. I had forgotten how freeing it was to be at the mercy of Mother Nature. I liked to challenge myself and to push the envelope as far as I was willing to go.

“I do hope that you had a good time.” His words were laced with sarcasm and I think that he was waiting for me to throw myself at his feet. “I’ve been here thinking about strategy and I might have a way for us to catch her with her pants down. Is there something that you want to say to me?” It was obvious that he was jealous, but he had no reason to be.

“You can’t possibly have been worried about whether or not I was going to sleep with that man. He is a boy that is in desperate need of a woman like me to call him on his bull shit. I will put your mind at ease by saying that I wasn’t even the least bit interested. I might’ve been before I met you, but a lot of things have changed since then. I like a little bit more experience. It’s nice that I don’t have to tell you what to do every step of the way. You are the only thing that I want and I believe that it’s about that time that we prove that.” I’d taken the liberty of having our meal catered.

I had brought the tray down with me and this was a meal that was supposed to be served in a sharing fashion. I put out my hand and he looked at me with his eyebrow cocked, but then he took me up on my offer.

I was the one that pulled out his chair and he sat down before I took my own. With a flourish of a magician, I unveiled the contents from underneath. There was a medley of different meats including pork and beef, but there was also an assortment of fresh sushi and the complement of oysters on the half shell. I looked at him and we both knew that the oyster was known to be an aphrodisiac.

I put one to my lips and I let it slide down my throat before taking a hold of another. “I don’t need any further incentive to be with you. I’m not even sure that I believe that oysters are good for the libido. I don’t see us having any problem getting out of the gate.” The Swedish meatballs and the sauce that was supplied was a spicy combination that had me going back for seconds.

We both consumed them with our fingers and even fed each other like we were true lovers. The fresh fruit was a perfect palate cleanser. My favorite part was the honeydew melon, so succulent and sweet that it made me starve for his flesh quivering underneath my touch.

“Gillian, I believe that we have reached the portion of the evening where there’s only one place left to go.” I had not questioned him on what his plans were for Lillian. This was not the time or place to discuss business. This was a time for our bodies to do the talking for us.

“I thought that you would never ask.” I’d talked to a few young ski bunnies and had convinced them that I needed something to make this night more memorable. One black haired vixen gave me a red negligee that would have Marshall stopping in his tracks. I had already unzipped the snow suit that I was wearing.

I was about to follow him upstairs with our fingers barely touching when I thought of something that we might need. I grabbed the bottle of champagne and I didn’t see there being a necessity for glasses.

I entered the bedroom and the scene was like a fairy tale come true. Candles were lit and there was a smattering of rose petals leading from the threshold to the bed. The sheets were changed. He had arranged to have red silk sheets to be curled around us in the throes of passion.

I turned to him and put my hand on his chin, bringing him down so that we were pressing lips together. I slithered like a snake down to the floor, pressing my cheek against his engorged state and then pulling down the zipper with only my teeth. It didn’t take much to extricate him from his prison. It was thick and inviting, but I thought of something that would make it that much more palatable.

“I’m not sure that I like the look in your eye. You are obviously up to something and I think that it would be a good idea to lay your cards on the table.” I grabbed the champagne that was already opened. I think he got a better idea of what I had in mind when I tipped it over and that cool to the touch liquid ran in rivers down the

shaft.

He was momentarily startled by the impact of the cold hitting his skin, but I followed that up with the consumption of my mouth. It had the necessary results. He was drooling along the surface of my tongue and every time that I squeezed from the bottom to top there was more that replaced what I had swiped off.

“You are definitely full of surprises.” There was a catch in his throat and the way that he was looking down at me biting his bottom lip was priceless. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I have to say that I might have bitten off more than I can handle.” He had no idea how true that statement really was.

I’m sure that he didn’t think that I could go all the way, but I showed him that I had a bit of a nasty streak in me. The combination of the champagne and what was clinging to the tip of his organ was making me hungry for more. I bobbed up and down with his apples slapping up against my chin each time that I let him tickle my tonsils.

He was running his hands lovingly through my hair and moaning with growls of appreciation that I was feeding on. That was my drug of choice and an addiction that had me unwilling to relinquish my claim on my prize.

“You really do know how to make a guy feel good about himself. That mouth of yours is amazing and you must’ve been very popular in school with this technique.” That was something that I could probably say to him over and over again about the way that he had taken me to new heights of pleasure downstairs on the island this morning.

It was erotic to have him wearing his clothes and me down on my knees wearing mine. The only indication that something untoward was going on was what was easily sliding in and out of my mouth.

“Let’s not go too far and I would like to have something left in the chamber. I’m sure that it would feel wonderful to give you a mouthful, but I’m inclined to wait for another time.” I scraped him with my teeth, as he pulled free with a nasty pop of my lips. I didn’t want to let go and the evidence of that was the streak of teeth marks along the length of him.

“You should never take away a bone from a salivating dog in heat.” He lifted me to my feet, untucked my shirt from my jeans and then unbuttoned it slowly until I was exposing the little secret that I was keeping from him. He looked at the way that my breasts molded to the fabric of that delicate piece of lingerie. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me and I couldn’t have wished for a better result.