So, she likes to play games. He couldn’t hide his amusement at her bluntness. It hit a note with him. “That’s a good thing, since I’m not looking for one tonight.”
Her eyes glowed, her succulent lips glistened.
On impulse, he moved closer, whispering in her ear, "Then I'll call you... Kristen.” She smiled into his glassy eyes and leaned in as he hid his devious grin in her mass of hair.
***
Her name was Gina. In a few short hours she took Logan to an erotic realm that he had never experienced before. From the moment, they left the hotel bar and went back to his room at the nearby hotel, the sex was wild, rough, and without boundaries. Gina couldn't get enough of him and wanted him to hurt her in ways he had never dared to try with anyone. It released an unknown craving that he was amazed to find existed in him, bringing tears to his eyes. With every orgasm, his screams of agonized pleasure stunned him. Every new stimulation that she induced in him brought a new vibrancy to her eyes, that turned him on even more.
Sunlight began to steal its way through the sheer curtains of his hotel room when they finally laid back in exhaustion. He didn't want to sleep, and reached over to do some more blow, offering it to her. She didn't hesitate and bolted upright with excitement.
"I'm starving! Let's get some breakfast, papi.” She brushed random strands of damp hair out of his face, then sunk her teeth into his chest, biting hard.
"Ouch," he moaned, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I've got my breakfast right here, sexy.”
His hands wrenched into her hair as his teeth sank into the warm flesh of her slender neck. Not paying attention to her reaction, he flipped her onto her knees, ramming into her with loud, vivacious grunts. Her delirious screams blared through the walls as his rhythm burst forward and she pounded back against him. A few seconds later he collapsed against her, holding onto her breasts tightly from behind. Without meaning to, Kristen’s name spilled from his lips, bringing a dazzling smile to his flushed face afterwards.
“We are going to have to do something about that, baby.” Gina shoved him off of her, then straddled him as he lay back in exhaustion.
“About what?” His eyes were half closed and glazed as he tried to focus on her.
Reaching forward, she wrapped long strands of his hair around each of her hands and forced his head up to her. “I do all the work and she gets the credit! I don’t think so, papi!” Her eyes flashed with danger as her lips crammed against his.
Logan felt himself rising again, and returned her passion. For some reason, the fact that he had called out for Kristen while he was having sex with this insatiable beauty fascinated and amused him. As Gina rode him with mounting ferocity, he fantasized about filming the entire encounter and sending it to Kristen. Maybe next time. As he felt his temperature rising, he became convinced that he would have many opportunities to surprise Kristen with the evidence she needed to revive her lust for him.
With a frenzied cry, he sank into her, determined not to let Kristen interrupt the momentum any more—at least not this time.
KRISTEN/JAKE
They sat on the living room floor in Jake’s apartment eating pizza, when the beeping of her phone interrupted them. He grunted and shrugged, signaling her to check the message. With an apologetic smile, she took her cell out of her pocket. As usual, her heart fluttered in nervous spurts the instant she saw Logan's name on the screen.
Her eyes darted to Jake, who was disregarding her while he downed another beer. She couldn’t ignore the tingling sensation pulsating through her veins as she admired him. How exotic he looked, with the top of his hair tied back in a ponytail, the rest flowing below his huge shoulders.
"He says he's not coming back for a week or two.” She sighed with obvious relief, but Jake didn't respond. A sudden uncertainty clouded her mind, pushing her thoughts to Logan and how different he and Jake were. For a few moments, one of Pearl Jam’s hypnotic tunes seeping from his laptop was the only sound in the room.
"Then what's the problem?" Jake finally raised his eyes to her.
"Nothing, babe. I'm just not into going back to work tomorrow. I hate Mondays. I'd rather be here with you.” She cuddled up to him, drinking in his warmth.
"Then don't.” He moved closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face.
Without warning, it was magical again. Inhaling deeply, she laid her head on his muscular chest, absorbing the silky feel of his skin against her face.
* * *
Jake was basking in her. The chemistry they had was of such an electrifying intensity it dazzled him. Sex had always been a passion of his, but what he felt with Kristen went way beyond that. There was no denying the sex was incredible, but the unearthly spiritual and emotional connection he felt when he was with her was so amazing it was almost unbearable. Deep inside, this is what he had always longed for.
He had fallen, and it was hard and terrifying. She was a married woman, reluctant to leave her crazy-ass husband. He didn't know the true extent of Logan’s madness, but didn't care. Judging from their house, he gave her everything and had that power over him. But that knowledge didn't affect his burning desire for her. The growing obsession that gnawed at him, and the realization that he would stop at nothing to have her for himself was mind boggling.
"There's an awesome band, the XX playing tonight at the Dungeon. Wanna go?" He tried to channel his pulsating energy in a different direction.
Kristen pondered the idea. She knew if she stayed out late she would be a basket case if she went to work on Monday, but the indescribable melting sensation she had from the scent of his hair in her nostrils, his cool breath on her skin, the touch of his strong hands on hers made it impossible to resist.
"Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun. I'll get dressed.”
His eyes were searing into her. She attempted to get up, but he pulled her back down, kissing her with a new and sizzling passion that left her limp and breathless. As his skillful tongue travelled with urgency along her neck to her breasts, she felt herself soaked with desire and bucked her hips up to him. When he slid deep inside, she let out a loud gasp, relinquishing herself to him and abandoning any inner strength she had left.
* * *
Rushing to get ready to go to the club, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. It felt like she was sleepwalking and nothing seemed to make any sense. The intensity of her feelings for Jake was frightening her, but at the same time she was experiencing an insane euphoria. A surreal aura of security embraced her, but it wasn't a monetary and materialistic safety net like it was with Logan—it was beyond that.
She had never felt this fulfilled, even in the early years of her relationship with Logan, when the passion and eroticism were at an all-time high. Then, after it reached a feverish peak it crashed and took a dark and unpredictable turn. For some strange reason, she was certain it would be different with Jake, even though it had only been two days.
It was a little after 10:30 p.m. when they entered the club. The band was drawing an unusually large crowd, especially for a Sunday night.