Entangled Desires

"Fuck, which room is it?" Blair inquired, her impatience gnawing at her.

"Two, zero, one."

She tottered alongside the hottie she'd picked up at Earl's Bar, gripping his arm. She was hot. She had an itch that needed to be scratched. And Alec-or was it Anders?-had given every indication that he'd be up for it.

He was more than willing, and he was also pretty sexy.

She examined a numbered plate before motioning left at the end of the corridor. "That way...Alec."

"It's Anders," he said, almost growling. "My name is Anders."

"Of course, sure. Let's go to the minibar, Anders."

As they rounded the corner, he placed his strong arm around her waist, virtually lifting her off the ground. "We've had enough to drink, there's more important cravings to satisfy, don't you think?"

She laughed, relishing the sensation of being pressed against his hot, firm body. She could feel the contour of his torso through his black cotton shirt, and gosh, she was going to be astonished when she saw it.

"Do you visit London frequently?" she inquired. Maybe they could meet up again if he was a decent shag.

"Occasionally." His tone was stern.

"So when are you next in town?"

They came to a standstill before room twenty-one. He took a key card from his black leather wallet. "Not for a while."

"Why? "Are you going on vacation?"

"Work." He pushed open the door with the flat of his palm. His brow was furrowed, and his black eyes were narrowed. He motioned for her to enter.

"What is it you do again?" He'd been evasive when she'd inquired before.

"I told you, security."

"Ah yes." She walked in, and the door shut with a thunderous click the instant she passed him.

She was locked up against him the next thing she knew. His mouth collided with hers, and he gasped, clearly relieved to be giving in to his wants.

Blair pressed in. He could taste the peaty whisky he'd just drank, as well as a hot, eager man. Her stomach clenched and her panties were dampened by a thrill-her barista job at Grind 'n' Go had long forgotten.

"Fuck, you're a sexy bitch," he muttered as he kissed her cheek and clasped her right breast over her top.

She was out of breath and her heart was pounding, so she kicked off her stilettos and went for his shirt, tugging it from the waistline of his black jeans with quick, frenzied movements.

"If you want to call a halt..." he blurted out, "say so now 'cause I'm nearly at the point of no return."

She yanked up his shirt.

"I don't want to call a halt, and if you stop, I'll kill you."

"Huh, you can try." He took a step back, removed his shirt, and tossed it into the velvety shadows. He dragged his belt through the buckle, shattering it.

Fuck! Her eyes were drawn down to his physique. He was in great shape. She'd struck gold. His shoulders and chest were broad, his biceps bulged, and his abs were as thick as a brick wall. On his right pec, he had a dark tattoo of a dagger with a snake coiled around the blade.

"Strip," he grumbled, shoving his trousers down his legs. His Calvin Klein boxers were black as well. "Unless you want your clothes ripped to shreds."

Blair didn't need to be reminded twice. She pulled her electric-blue silk shirt off and shoved at her leather trousers. When they took longer to remove than she had planned, she felt a feeling of frustration wash over her.

But he was there, hunched over and pulled on them, yanking them over her toes.

"Jesus," he said with a sigh, "I've been hard as a rock this last hour in the bar." He swung his arms around her waist, her bra pressing against his chest. "Damn, uncomfortable if I'm honest."

"I hope you'll stay hard for a while longer," she whispered, running her hands through his short, spiky hair.

"Don't worry, I haven't got any stamina issues." He flashed a seductive grin. "Never had any complaints either, Clare."

"Blair."

He laughed. The bastard had spelled her name incorrectly on purpose.

The drapes weren't completely closed, and a pencil of buttery London light flowed over the white bedcovers. He tossed her onto the bed, immediately falling over her and kissing her again.

His weight was enticing, and his body heat warmed her skin. She spread her legs, allowing him to nestle between her thighs. They communicated through their pants. Her chest groaned with yearning as she felt his cock, huge and steely.

"Fuck me." Her claws dug into his shoulders as she held them. "I need it."

"You're a wild little thing, you know that?" He took off her bra and ducked to get her right breast into his lips.

"I have been...told that before." His warm, wet tongue laving sent scorching tingles of ecstasy across her flesh.

"You've been told before that you're wild, naughty, and reckless?" He moved on to her other breast.

"Reckless?"

"You don't know who I am." I may be a kooky son-of-a-bitch with nefarious motives."

"That's what I'm hoping for."

For a split second, he raised his head and locked his sight with hers, his eyes sparkling in the strip of light and his breathing fast. "Such risk-taking deserves a spanking."

"Fuck me first." She smiled. The man was attractive in a rugged, capable, and totally masculine sense. She'd gotten extremely lucky tonight.

"You got it."

A ripping sound was followed by a tightness around her hips. Her pantyhose had perished.

"And it's Anders, remember," he remarked as he took off his boxers. "For when you're screaming my name in a few minutes."

"Just get on with it...oh..."

He tugged her right leg up, wrapping it around his forearm. His condom-covered cock's head nudged her in. As he looked down at her, a muscle in his cheek flexed.

She was holding her breath. Her dripping pussy fluttered. He wasn't going to be delicate; instead, he was going to push in hard and fast, filling her with cock.

It was just what she was looking for.

"Lord have mercy," he grumbled before driving in with a strong, purposeful thrust of his hips that filled her with one slick ride to full depth.

She screamed, enjoying the nip of agony that came with the deep penetration.

He groaned, his muscles as unyielding as concrete, long and low. "Ah fuck, you feel good."

"So...so do you."

He backed up, almost got out, then rammed home again.

Her lungs were being cleared of air. He was enormous and strong, and she was trapped beneath him.

"You're gonna come so hard." Anders pressed his body against her clit and ground hard. "You'll forget which damn planet you're on."

"Yes. Yes." She grasped his shoulders, her nails scraping at his skin. "Oh...please."

She seems to have flipped a switch. He rode over her, into her, working every hot place inside and out with a scorch of determination.

With each twist of his hips, the headboard clattered and shook against the wall.

Her breaths were difficult to catch. Her heartbeat was like a jungle drum in her ears. It was all she could think of as the pressure in her clit was growing. He was getting it exactly so, playing with her body and forcing her to let go.

Her mind cleared even more. Her thoughts were free of the wedding, her jerk boss, and her dingy flat. There was only the present moment and the enormous cock forcing her into orgasm.

"Oh...oh..."Do not stop...fuck!" It was there, the bright conclusion she'd hoped for since first seeing Anders. "Ah...god...yes." She yelled out, flinging her head back. Her clit erupted with bliss, and her pussy spasmed around his cock.

He looked down at her, his jaws clenched and his breathing labored.

"Yes. Yes." The relief was divine, like liquid gold coursing through her veins. "Oh yes." Her skin was glistened with joy. She didn't hold back, wailing and gasping and telling him how great he'd done.

She eventually calmed down, the spasms in her pussy diminishing. "Anders." She stroked his cheek. "But you...?"

"Shut up." His voice was cracked, and his elbows were clenched. "Do not move." Not even an inch."

She froze her hand on his cheek.

He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes. He hung above her like a coil about to uncoil. An elastic band that is ready to snap.

After a few seconds, he exhaled a quivering breath.

"You okay?" she inquired.

"Yeah." He blinked his eyes open. "I was on the brink then, but I don't wanna come yet."

"You don't?"

"Nah." He abruptly freed her leg, which was now over his shoulder, and withdrew. "'Cause that was just your first orgasm, you've got more to come."

"I like the sound of that, oh..."

He'd twisted her around, grabbed her hips, and hauled her ass up in the air. He was now standing behind her, and she was half on and half off the bed.

"Sweet rump you've got." He touched her right buttock first, then her left. His work-worn palms brushed across her skin.

Her ass twitched from side to side. Another orgasm sounded very enticing, especially from behind, which was always excellent for her. "So go ahead and do it. "Fuck me once more."

Slap.

A powerful smack had landed on her left buttock cheek. A hot sting blazed over her skin. "Ouch!"

She shifted forward, but only by an inch. He had a firm grip on her. "What the...?"

"Don't tell me what to do," he stated quietly and solemnly. "I'm the one in charge here."

His commanding tone enthralled her. She told him he could do whatever he wanted with her. Fuck her fast, slow, deep, and everything in between. "Please..."

"Greedy little thing, aren't you."

Smack, smack, smack.

Her ears rang with the sound of his hand brushing her ass cheeks. The blast of scorching pain sang across her skin, seemingly heading directly for her pussy and clit.

She groaned, her smarting ass given up to him, her head bowed. "Just fuck me," she murmured quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice and slap her again.

Then there was his cock probing her sopping pussy.

She held her breath and waited for him to walk in.

Like previously, it came strong and fast-a wild, primitive claiming of her small body by his enormous one. But, oh, he might get it. His cock was magnificently big and broad, as well as lengthy. Her pussy hugged it, wept for more, and went in search of her clit.

"You're such a bad girl," he grumbled. "Picking up strangers in bars and letting them fuck you like this."

"Only...you..." she mumbled between thrusts. "Only you."

"Bullshit." He smacked her again, this time catching the tops of her thighs with both swipes.

Her eyes misted as she yelped. She rubbed her clit over with her fingers. Taking control of every sensation.

"You fuck a stranger each weekend, don't tell me otherwise."

What could she possibly say? She did, in fact. Weekend hookups were her specialty. She remained sane. She had nothing else going on in her life, so a few rapid fucks were all she had to look forward to.

"Dirty. Fucking. Bitch." With a pummeling push, he accentuated each word.

A loud bang against the wall. "Keep the goddamn noise down!"

Anders accelerated his fucking, his hands clenched over her painful, burning ass cheeks. He drove his fingers into the flesh, pinching and holding it. Her clit was shaking with erotic anguish as she rubbed it. He was clutching her a$$ and stretching her buttocks apart. His cock rummaging through her. Her pelvic pressure was increasing.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed, the bed crashing into the wall with thunderous clatters. The metal frame squeaked and trembled, and screws and nails threatened to fall out.

"Shut the hell up!" Another angry wall thud from their next-door neighbors.

Blair was unconcerned. And it appeared that neither did Anders. He was fucking her like a feral animal, single-mindedly. His cock was so swollen she thought it would burst.

He let go of her right buttock and placed the tip of his thumb over her asshole.

"What the...?" She exclaimed, partially turning.

"Oh my god, I'm fucking coming." He'd roared the words and thrown back his head. He then curled his thumb into her ass, breaching her virgin hole and burying himself into her.

Her pupils dilated. The sense of him there was both dark and seductive. Her clit was a pressure cooker waiting to erupt.

"Fuck yes!" Yes, yes, yes!" His cock throbbed as he sank deeper into her pussy.

Blair returned. Her pussy pulsating as she screamed in joy. Her asshole clenched around his thumb, adding to her joy unexpectedly. She let out a big sigh of relief. The first orgasm had been fantastic, and the second had been the cherry on top.

She hoped he'd return to London shortly. Quite soon.

He removed his thumb and palmed her buttocks once he'd done slapping her. Squeezed. Fingers are pinched. His cock was buried deeply.

She exclaimed, arching her back and staring at the sliver of light between the curtains.

"You're a dirty bitch, you know that?" He laughed.

"Speak for yourself."

Bang.Bang. "I'm calling reception." An angry female voice pierced the wall. "This is preposterous."

"It's okay, ma'am, I've finished fucking her now," Anders said to the wall, "though if you want some, ma'am, I'll be good to go again in ten."

"I'm calling security!" A man. Furious.

"Yeah, you do that."

Blair erupted in laughter. "You're bad!"

"I like to think so." He yanked out, let go of her ass, and headed to the toilet.

She slumped onto the bed, her breathing still rapid. Her nipples were erect and her legs were moist. She yanked on the right one till it was stretched.

He turned on the bathroom light, and she observed his reflection as he took a piss and then washed his hands. He had a shiny old scar at the base of his left shoulder blade, just below four lengthy new scratch marks, and his skin was sun-kissed.Last chapterNext chapt

A demanding flurry of knocks at the door followed a few seconds later.

Anders approached it nude and pulled it open, unafraid and unconcerned with his nakedness.

Blair raised herself up on her elbows and listened intently.

"We've had reports of a fight, sir."

"No, not a fight, just fucking my old lady." We had a rare night away from the kids, as you know." Anders sighed. "Chance to release the tension, stop muffling her screams of pleasure beneath the duvet."

There was a momentary silence. "I'm pleased you're enjoying your stay at Regency, but please remember we have other guests."

"Don't worry, the wife is knackered; multiple orgasms do that to a woman." I'm going to put her down for a few hours now."

A throat clearing occurred. "Okay. Thank you very much, sir. "Good evening."

The door slammed shut.

When Anders returned to the room, he slid into the bed and gripped her tightly. He placed a soft kiss on her brow, which contrasted with the way he'd made her ass hurt.

"You got rid of hotel security fast."

"What else could the guy say?" Anders laughed. "I told him you were thoroughly satisfied, my job was done."

"Cocky but true."

"Seriously, though, you gotta be careful," he went on to say. "I'm waking up like this. Not every man has good intentions."

"You think what we just did was wholesome?" She took a glance at his profile. On his face, shadows swirled. "You just poked your thumb where the sun doesn't shine, and my ass cheeks hurt like hell."

"You deserved a spank."

"Why?"

"For taking chances. You should reconsider hooking up with a random guy next weekend. You may receive more than a few smacks."

"Maybe I liked you giving me a spanking."

He sighed. "That wasn't a spanking by any means. If you truly irritated me and had me worried about you, a spanking from me would mean you wouldn't sit down for a week. Your ass would feel stung by a hundred bees. It had been licked by real flames."

Blair remained silent. His comments appeared to fill the room like another presence pushing in, and then there was quiet as if they were testing something fragile between them.

"If you were mine," he said nearly inaudibly but menacingly, "and a spanking was in order, you'd be over my knee, bare buttocks in the air, and I wouldn't stop until you were humiliated, disgraced, and pleading for mercy." Until you'd learned your lesson and I was confident you'd never disrespect me again." He took a breather. "That is if you were mine."

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Blair looked at the digital clock next to the motel bed. How in the world had she slept till lunchtime? And today, of all days, it's lunchtime.

Her mother would be outraged, and she was typically dissatisfied with Blair.

"Ah good, you're awake." Anders stood in front of her. He was dressed nicely, almost as if he had re-ironed his shirt and trousers. A lingering aroma of hotel shower gel and shampoo was too soapy and pine-scented. "Check-out time is 12 p.m. You have two minutes."

"Why didn't you wake me?" She sprang out of bed nude.

"Figured you'd need the rest after that early morning orgasm." He took his phone and wallet out of his pockets and slid them into his pockets. "Orgasm number four if I'm correct."

She grabbed up her trousers, stooping. "Oh bloody hell." They were torn and useless. "Thanks for that." She hurled them in the direction of the trash can. They only landed on half of it.

"I did warn you."

She grumbled and grabbed her bra, frantically putting it on, and then looking for her shirt.

"I need to go," he added as he tapped his watch. "Got somewhere to be."

"Oh yeah?" She pressed her arms against her shirt and looked in the mirror. She sighed. Her hair was in that 'well and completely screwed' look she wore on Sunday mornings.

"Yeah, so I'll see you around." He motioned to the door.

"Whatever." What had happened to her trousers? She coughed as she searched farther.

"Blair."

They were crushed by the full-length mirror, I saw. She dashed around the bed, grabbing them.

"Blair." His voice was deep and resonant.

"What?" She grimaced at him and fumbled her hands to turn her trousers the proper way up.

"I mean it, don't get your kicks with strangers." You're a great girl, gorgeous, and a fucking wildcat in bed, and I have the wounds to prove it." He pulled a face over his right shoulder. "I'm sure you could have any guy you choose, a long-term relationship wouldn't be a bad thing." His black brows furrowed. "Would it?"

"Why? "What do you have to offer?"

"Er...no." He'd obviously talked rapidly.

"My point exactly."

"I don't mean..."It has nothing to do with my job and-"

"I enjoy one-night stands as well. Guys want to fuck, and females like to fuck; we like to fuck, too, you know."

"I understand. For the record, you're a fantastic fuck."

"Gee, thanks for the compliment."

He groaned and moved passed her to the door. "I'm just saying be careful, okay, maybe get in the habit of telling someone you trust where you're gonna be and what time you'll be home."

"Who are you?" "What about my bloody mother?" She wriggled her way into her trousers. "Who, by the way, is only going to add to my hangover because I have to go and see her now."

He pushed open the door. "You're fortunate to be visiting relatives. For the time being, I'll have to say goodbye to mine."

"You have?"

"Yeah, this work thing." He motioned for her to exit the room.

She grimaced, grabbed her shoes, phone, and pocketbook, and strolled into the carpeted corridor barefoot. "Security job, right?"

"Right."

Blair entered her flat. She was assaulted by the musty odour of mould. The landlord was a pain in the a$$ about fixing the roof. The area was quickly becoming uninhabitable. No wonder she woke up with a cough most mornings and the clothing in the back of the closet needed to be washed before and after she wore them.

She stripped undressed and padded to the toilet after putting her keys into a bowl purchased in Benidorm the previous year. The music banged over her. Her neighbours lovneighborst their Sundays early, which gave her another incentive to locate a Saturday night connection and remain out.

She looked in the mirror. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but nothing a couple of coffees couldn't remedy, and her knotted hair needed to be coaxed out. She sighed when she noticed a bruised purple hickey on the right side of her neck. When her mother saw it, she would roll her eyes and mumble.

"Damn." Blair braced herself and stepped into the shower-it was always chilly these days, and she had no clue why. But it did mean she wouldn't linger, and time was running out.