Dangerous Obsession

"Tell me," I gasped, unable to stop myself from arching into his touch.

"I think of your taste...in my mouth," he rasped. "I think about what you'll look like when I suck you. Lick you. Eat you up."

His words drove me wild. If this was madness, I would blindly jump into it if it meant I could keep listening to his words, feeling his touch, tasting his kiss.

"Would you let me?" His eyes searched my face. "Cayli?"

Instead of answering, I looked into his brown eyes and flattened my palms on his chest, startled by the static between us. The warmth of him under his shirt made me yearn to touch his bare skin. Gingerly, I reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it, revealing his defined stomach. His eyes widened a fraction as he understood what I wanted.

He was quiet as he watched me lift his shirt up and off him, letting it fall to the floor.

He was beautiful, his tan skin looking smooth and healthy in the dim light. My fingertips softly brushed the light trail of hair below his navel, and I heard him suck in a breath. I stopped, unsure, and looked up at him.

The skin around his mouth was tight, his eyes a darker shade of brown. "It's okay," he said hoarsely. "You can keep going."

He closed his eyes, a deep groan escaping his lips as I slowly traced a line over the planes of his torso. His skin was hot to the touch, his muscles hardened like iron.

"Cayli," he said softly, opening his eyes and lightly brushing my inner thighs with his thumbs as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Let me worship you."

"Yes," I murmured against his lips. "Yes, Rick..."

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, coaxing me to open them. He pulled my bottom lip between his, tugging and sucking gently.

Everything felt so intense: the burning touch of his skin, the warmth and peppermint scent of his breath, the hungry sounds he made at the back of his throat.

I opened for his kiss, and his tongue dipped inside to taste, exploring my mouth. His lips slid against mine eagerly, impatiently, as if he couldn't get enough.

When I touched my tongue to his, a low growl erupted from his chest. He buried his hands in my hair, gripping tightly as he angled my head to deepen the kiss. For one staggering moment, the kiss became hot, hungry, and wild.

I felt on fire. There was something building inside me that I had no name for. I was in this cocoon of pleasure that Ricardo had built around us, and I wanted more.

"I've never wanted anyone this desperately," he rasped. "Never." He pulled back to frame my face in his hands.

He held my gaze as his hands slid down to caress the exposed skin underneath my dress top. He tugged on the hem, raising his eyebrows in question. I reached down and helped him pull my dress off. He reached behind me to unhook my bra with an expert flick of his fingers. With trembling hands, I pulled the straps down my arms, discarding my bra on the table.

His lips parted as his eyes drank me in. My arms itched to cover myself, but the look of hunger and appreciation in his brown eyes made me feel wanted. Craved.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice rough. His fingertip traced a line down my throat, his eyes lighting up when he saw the bracelet he gave me. He continued until he lightly brushed my nipple, sending a bolt of electricity traveling down my spine and between my legs. I moaned, arching into his touch. He bit his bottom lip as he watched my face.

"Ric...please." I strained toward him, wanting more.

I closed my eyes and moaned as he bent his head and took my breast in his mouth, sucking lightly, then sucking hard, then lightly again. The contrast in pressure from his mouth drove me wild with longing.

I plunged my hands into his hair, gripping firmly as his mouth continued to torture me with pleasure.

He straightened to kiss me with wet, openmouthed kisses that robbed me of breath. "Lie back for me, love," he whispered.

I leaned back and let his warm hands help lower me onto my back. My hands gripped the sides of the counter as I watched him continue kissing me, working his way down my body, drinking and nipping my skin until he reached the edge of my shorts. His eyes flicked up to look at me, full of heat and promise.

"Cayli, do you want this?"

The look in his eyes-the hunger, the need, but most especially the love-took my breath away. What I saw mirrored my own feelings-my hunger, my need, and my love for him. In this moment, I realized I really wanted this with him. He was everything to me, and I would give everything to him.

"Yes," I choked out. "Yes."

His eyes filled with fervent satisfaction before he pulled my shorts and panties down my legs. He grabbed my hips and jerked me closer to him so that I was on the edge of the counter, and he was flush between my legs. Grinding his hardness against me, he leaned forward and firmly held my wrists to my sides so I couldn't move them to touch him.

"I want you. I want you so bad, it hurts," he growled and buried his face between my legs.

"Ric!" I cried out, shocked at the feel of his hot, wet lips there-against the most intimate part of my body. I almost jumped off the counter, but his strong hands released my wrists to caress my thighs soothingly. He kissed me there like he would my lips-small, openmouthed hungry kisses that made me strain against him.

I blinked up at him, still floating in the haze of pleasure he had put me in. I noticed the tight skin around his mouth, the way he gritted his teeth, the lust and love in his eyes as he gazed down at me, and his arousal that pressed against my thigh.

"Ric?"

"Yeah, baby?"

I heard his sharp intake of breath as I reached to unbutton his pants. He stopped my movements with his hand.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely.

I nodded. "I want to belong to you completely, Ric."

He kissed me hungrily, his arousal pressing between my legs. He took off his pants and boxers, and I felt heat flood my cheeks as I noticed how big he was, how aroused he was. Suddenly, he was on top of me, his arms on either side of my head as he gazed down at me with hunger. I felt him press himself between my legs, rubbing himself against my center. He was hot, hard, and unyielding. I closed my eyes, preparing myself.

Then nothing. When I opened them, I found him smiling at me tenderly.

"Here. Stay with me. Right here. Just right here"

His hand trembled as he stroked my face. He bent his head and drank from my lips, all the while murmuring about the love he felt for me.

"I'm scared. Everything's so new ... and"-I drew in a shaky breath-"and I don't want to disappoint you. I know you have a lot of experience and you have expectations, and I'm scared that I won't be able to-"

"Cayli." His voice was low and rough. "Nothing could even come close to how you make me feel just by being here. How could you even think you'd disappoint me?" He smiled, lovingly stroking my cheek. "What you've given me is more than I could hope for, and if you decide you don't want to continue, we'll stop. I want to make this perfect for you. This night is all about you."

At that, all my fears melted. I reached for him, pulling him down to me for a soul-searing kiss. His hands reverently touched my thighs, my hips, circling around my waist until he gently caressed my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples before he bent his head and sucked my nipple in his mouth. I moaned, wild with pleasure.

The love he spoke of was in his touch, in the hungry movement of his lips, his tongue, his teeth as he kissed me. I was soaked with it, drowning in it, and I wanted more.

He searched my eyes as if looking for some hesitation-but there was nothing. My mind and my heart were made up. It was scary and overwhelming, and there was no turning back for me after this. As I looked into his brown eyes, I knew-I didn't want to turn back. I was at the edge of the cliff, hanging by my fingertips. And I realized I was ready to fall forever. I was ready to do this for my life.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing hard. When he opened them, I felt lost, so lost in him.

"I love you." he whispered before he entered me. I didn't have time to dwell on the last thing he said to me as a strange pain shot through me.

My breath hitched as I felt unwelcome pain pierce my pleasure-hazed world. I closed my eyes tightly, fighting the urge to push him off me. I felt full, ripped apart. Above me, Ric froze.

"are you okay? I'm so sorry, love. Do you want me to stop?"

The fear in his tone made me open my eyes. His hand caressed the side of my face as he gazed at me with worry, and I melted.

"Talk to me," he murmured, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my nose.

He started licking my bottom lip, sucking it in his mouth. His hand slid between my legs, stroking small circles in my center and causing a now-familiar sensation. The feel of him inside me, so hard and full, and the slow motions of his fingers made my moan turn into a sob.

My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him close for a demanding, almost desperate kiss. He groaned deep in his chest, turning demanding into carnal as his tongue plunged in my mouth, swallowing my moans.

I moved my hips experimentally and discovered that the pain was fading, replaced by an inexplicable pleasure that spread between my legs and shot up my spine. I bit my lip, closing my eyes tightly as I moaned. He abruptly pulled back from me, his face a mask of hunger and pain.

"It's okay. It feels...good."

"Yeah?"

I nodded, sliding my hips against him. The pleasure was building, spreading to my spine, my legs, my arms, and between my legs.

"Ric please... I need..."

He kissed me roughly, his hands reaching for my wrists, then dragging them up over my head. "I got you, baby."

And then he was moving-slowly, languorously, his green eyes watching my face. I was panting, my breath loud and fast as he plunged inside me, in and out, taking his time, driving me wild.

He began to move faster, harder, wilder.

Everything felt tight, my body bowing as I pumped my hips in time with his thrusts. Pleasure was sharp and demanding as it built and spread inside my body. My whimpers turned into sobs, desperate to find relief.

All I could do was wrap my legs tighter around him, my fingernails digging into his back as his thrusts became wild and frenzied.

"Oh fuck."

Ric's mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard as he palmed my ass, grinding inside me so hard and so deep that I came apart with a scream.

"You're so fucking sweet" he said roughly. He groaned out his pleasure, mouth parted, eyes half closed, head thrown back in abandon. I felt him drive deep one last time before he cried out my name and released.

Seven months earlier.

I slowly nod my head to the music streaming in my ears through the barely noticable air pods I have in my ears.

Nights at the nightclub were always too high on noise and terrible so sometimes I sneak an air pod and listen to music to keep the loud stereo music out. So far I haven't been caught by our manager yet so today I decided to put the two air pods on.

He would never notice. How would he? He's always sitting there and watching all the women dancing. I stopped at the bar and turned slightly to catch a glimpse of Terry, my manager. He has his eyes on me. That was a first.

Now I needed to get another glass for the men who were already drunk at the back seats. You see that girl dressed in skinny faded blue jeans and a white button up shirt looking like she could really use a seven days straight sleep about grabbing a glass of wine and pouring it into those shinny looking glasses? That's me.

I don't serve drinks for tables. I work as a bartender at this club in fact but my friend Jenna was running late, again and Terry said he wasn't taking any more excuses so I offered to cover for her while still bartendering. Now I see that was actually a very terrible idea.

After getting the last guy his drink, I returned back to my counter, head spinning.

I stared absently at the club's parlor. It was like any other parlor, there were different employees everywhere, smiling politely at the guests. I admired the way they could put on those fake smiles. I had worked here for the past two years and still couldn't manage to get the fake smile on my face.

The doors pushed open and a happy couple walked in grinning and laughing. I wondered what it would feel like to be in love like that.

I've had my own fair share of relationships in the past and I would be lying if I said I ever enjoyed any. It was either he loved me too much, or was obsessed over me way too much than I could actually handle, or he didn't care or love me much. The list keeps coming. I loved being loved a lot but right now I didn't have much time to waste on men. I'd learnt that the hard way one year ago.

I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the high ceiling, exhausted.

"Anne!!" Someone screamed my name and I looked down to see Jenna. She was leaning over the counter over to me, her voluminous boobs were pressing against the surface, menacing to jump out of her shirt any second.

Plucking out my air pods, I said "God Jenna you're going to punch me in the eye with your boobs" I complained. Jenna chuckles and rolls her eyes.

"You're just jealous" she replied, grinning at me.

"Right, like I would want two massive things like those two hanging off me" I shot back.

"Whatever" she leans back "listen, thank you for covering for me, I really owe you one. Wanna know why I'm running late though?"

"Do tell" a man comes over and ordered for a drink. While I'm pouring it, I beckoned for Jenna to continue talking.

"So! Terry told me our boss would be coming over tomorrow night" she exclaims "I'm so happy to meet him! For the first time in forever!"

I raised a brow at her because first of all I had so many questions to ask but most importantly I wanted to know how she got Terry to tell her that.

"You're wondering how Terri told me that right? I was at his apartment last night" she winks at me.

My mouth drops open "you get me everytime. So this boss..... Who is he?"

"He is the hottest man I've ever...... Heard about!"

"You haven't even seen him before!"

"Pictures, yes. Physically, no. But I've heard so much about him. I heard he's hot and super nice and.... He's also single. He's twenty seven years old and he is hot and oh my goodness I just wish I can get him to...."

I snorted a laughter which causes her to stop her hysteria.

"Oh I think Terry's calling you!" I told her as I noticed Terry waving a hand from behind. Jenna turns around and silently grunts before walking away. But I couldn't help the laugh bubbling in my throat. Jenna, always so funny. She always has enough strength to go through the day, how hard or tough it may be.

Soon the loud music started to die down and I could finally have some peace.

"Did it hurt?" A different voice spoke from the front. I looked up from my phone to see Drake, Terry's cousin brother who was jobless enough to visit this clubhouse every blessed day. He didn't work here and barely ever buys a drink but he did enjoy talking endlessly and I was always his target seeing as I was stationed to a particular spot in this huge clubhouse.

His shining blond hair was combed perfectly to the side. He had a square face with string cheekbones and a very pointed nose. Green eyes were shining under his blond eyebrows. His full lips were forming a heart stopping breathtaking smirk. And he did wear nice suits even though he looked like he barely had enough money to buy fuel in his beat up Toyota car.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Did it hurt?" He repeats.

"Did what hurt?" I asked with a frown now.

"When you fell from heaven" he said. It was then I got it.

"Really Drake? That was the best line you could use on me?" I shook my head in disapproval.

"Come on, Angel, something's got to work on you."

"Get lost" I told him but for him that was an invitation to lean over the counter.

"Someday you won't be able to resist me, Cayli." He replied confidently as he adjusted his blue tie. I just rolled my eyes. He was such a player.

"Sorry I don't do players." I snapped at him while giving him a closed lip smile. He faked shock and put his hand over his chest.

"You're always hurting my feelings, Cay. But I'll live. Again. How about dinner tonight?"

"No, sorry I have plans" which was the truth.

"That's a lie and you know it. You should at least change your excuses to reject me every day" he explained casually with a smirk.

"I don't need to ," I replied truthfully "I can give you whatever excuse I wanna give"

He sighed, defeated. "You're impossible, Cayli" he said and walked away. I watched his back as he disappeared through the crowd. Drake was a fine man and could even pass for a hot guy, but the idea of dating a man has never been so irritating when Drake is involved. Sure I've chased men a lot but Drake just never reached there for me. I would never date him.