Driven by lust

The halls in the Huckster’s hotel were empty.

White walls with pictures of the town were hung on both sides, giving the hospital looking hallways are more comfortable and homey feeling. The floor was covered with a soft beige rug, running from the elevators to the end of the hall. Leila walked slowly toward the room she had booked just a few hours ago. She turned on her heel for just a second, making sure he was still following her.

“You could have picked a nicer hotel!”

Joseph undid his coat and let the hems hung free. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, with a silver-colored tie hanging loosely around his neck. The same outfit he had performed in the pub just half hour ago.

“Well... I figured I won’t stay here more than just one night, so I kind of just picked the closest one to the pub!” Leila said over her shoulder.

Her black short dress clung to her body, her hips moving in a sexy way as they walked down the hall and toward her room. Joseph hung back a few steps, just to enjoy the view.

“That’s nice but cmon dear, this... this isn’t a place I would have recommended you!”

As they reached her room, Leila slipped the key from her coat’s pocket and unlocked the door. The door swung open, revealing a small, cramped up room with poor lighting.

Joseph stepped past her, giving the room a better look. Though the hotel wasn’t a very luxurious one, the place revealed a classy interior with a great view of the city. Leila shut the door behind her as soon she had entered the room and slipped off her coat. The sound of the door locking itself made Joseph tear his attention away from the scenery and focus on the girl in front of him.

“There was something you wanted to give me?” He asked.

Leila dropped her black coat on the large bed and tore the scarf off her neck.

“Yes.”

She bit her lip, teasingly as Joseph noticed a second later and watched as she turned to the cabinet next to another door. She opened the drawer and moved some things around.

“I didn’t know if you wanted a black one or a red one, so I just went with the black one.” Leila picked up a small box. It was a gift box with a white ribbon tied on the top.

Joseph moved toward her, his eyes following every single move she made. Her hands clung to the box tightly like she was afraid to drop it.

“Here!” She handed it to him. “Happy Birthday. I know I am a few months late but better now than never, right?”

“You got me a gift?”

“Mhm..” She nodded shyly. Her eyes were bright with excitement.

Joseph fixed his posture as he pulled the ribbon open and let it fell on the floor. He raised his eyes, catching hers as he lifted the cover, opening it.

A black tie with small silver stars was placed neatly on a satin pillow. It was classy, exactly his style and probably the most expensive tie he had ever owned.

“I don’t know what to say...” Joseph watched up from the box and into the blue eyes of his most recent affection. He had grown to adore her.

For the last couple of months he had seen her attending almost every single show he gave in the Lockley pub. First he thought she was a stalker, a young girl with deranged fan complexion but he soon found out, he was wrong.

Leila, a petite girl, with long brown hair and blue eyes, just went in the pub every Saturday night to get away from home.

Joseph noticed her every night, sitting by the bar, sipping on a white wine. He had put so much attention into her that he knew she always arrived at the same time, drank just one glass and never danced. While he sang on stage, she was always looking at him and no one other in the band. Leila always left before 2 a.m, just before the gig was over, just before he got off the stage.

“Do you like it?” She asked, her eyes bleeding at his response.

“You are kidding me, right?” As he said it, Leila’s shoulders slumped. The air from her lungs left fast. One short breath and her body loosened.

Joseph threw the box on the bed, its content falling out.

What he did next, surprised him and her at the same moment.

His lips slammed against her with such a force that they both stumbled against the door that seemed to lead into the bathroom. Leila stood on her tiptoes as Joseph had his one arm around her small waist and his other hand traveling to her hair. He pulled on them, tilting her head backward.

When he tore his lips off hers for just a sec, Leila caught her breath.

“What the?” She was about to curse but her speech was cut off by Joseph furiously going back to tasting her lips. She didn’t kiss back. Neither did her body react.

He didn’t stop attacking her lips. He wanted her to feel him, his tongue invading her mouth, even though she didn’t reply.

“I don’t understand.” She whispered as Joseph pulled back and started undressing.

“I am going to fuck you so hard, you need to extend your stay in this sleazy hotel for one more night just to recover.”

“But...” was all she managed to say before the talented musician yanked at her hand and again pulled her against him.

Joseph didn’t know what came over him but all he did know was that he wasn’t going to leave until he had made her come several times. He wanted her sweaty body under his, his palm covering her mouth as she screamed when he made her orgasm. He wanted to see what was under that black dress of hers and just his imagination going wild made him grow so hard down in his pants.

The tie went flying off first, then the white shirt. Joseph stood in the middle of the room, with just his pants on. The growing erection was very visible. His eyes went dark, got filled with so much lust and desire, Leila started to feel afraid.

Yes, she liked him but being with him in the same room, kissed by him was more than she had wished for.

For eight straight weeks she had went to the pub, every single Saturday night. She had gotten into the shower, put on something sexy and did her make up. The man she had loved and lived with for the last eight years, had gone out with his friends as usual. The house was empty, cigarette smell still strong, even though Mark had left ruffly two hours ago.

The foundation didn’t cover all her bruises but it made them less visible. Her elbow was still hurting from the night back, falling down the stairs as she helped Mark stumble into the bedroom upstairs.

Recalling the night, she whimpered at the pain she endured. Not just from the fall, but from all that he had done to her prior to that. He beat her and not because he had something against her. Mark beat her because he couldn’t stand a woman raising her voice at him. And what made things much worse was the fact that she had to put up with him, take every blow. Knowing she had nowhere else to go, barely any money on her, she stayed beside the monster she had fallen for.

The man she had went to see play and sing in the closest pub, was standing in front of her, topless. Her gaze traveled downward, glimpsing at the down part of him. He was visibly hard, the bulge of his pants showing it of clearly.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” She replied, breathless. And it was the right thing to say. One of his eyebrows lifted, smirk appearing on his lips. As he slipped his hands down to his pockets, he asked the question she was most afraid of.

“You stayed tonight longer. Why?”

She didn’t speak.

So he basically answered for her. “It has been months since you started coming to Lockley, to listen to me sing. Never had you stayed until the gig was over. Not until tonight. And let me get it straight. You bought me a tie, for my birthday. Waited all this time to give it to me. And for what? Not getting back anything?”

Shyly she nodded.

“These bruises on your body, on your arms? They are there because of your boyfriend?”

Her mouth opened, then closed. Leila’s eyes widened as he took a step closer, letting his arms touch her skin and run over the painful reminders of her daily life.

He hadn’t noticed them until a few minutes ago. But now when he did, anger started to bubble down in his stomach , the protective need to care for her wellbeing.

Leila stayed quiet the whole time, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“I know what is going on, and I also know why we are here.” He said.

“You do?” She spoke after a while.

“I do.”

Leila dropped her hands, sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed. Joseph sighed deeply.

“Is there any love in your life?” He asked, dropping down on the bed beside her.

“No.” Her reply was short and honest. The man she lived with didn’t love her one bit, and neither did she return.

“So you come to the pub, sit at the bar and imagine that life could be different?”

“Yes.”

“Then change it. Leave him. Go anywhere else imaginable.” He placed one if his hands on her chin and lifted her face.

“I can’t.”

“Because you have nowhere else to go?” He was practically reading her mind.

“Correct.”

Tears stared to pool in her eyes but before they dropped, she wiped her eyes clean. She wasn’t going to break down in front of the man she had started idealizing. She barely knew him.

“Well, that’s terrible.” He whispered. Joseph slammed her palm against his knees and stood up, holding his arm out to her. She looked up to him, not knowing what he meant by this action. If he wanted to leave, he could have just walked out the door. Putting back his clothes before doing so, of course. But when she didn’t move, he went to stand in front of her. Both of his hands cupped her face and he let himself drop on his knees.

His gaze found hers and he leaned in to kiss her, very gently. This time she kissed him back. It was a long kiss, turning from a gentle caress to a stronger heated one. When their lips parted, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“You imagined to have a man love you, look at you with desire in his eyes, want you to stay beside him forever. And I understand you why you picked me to be the subject in your imagination. You wanted to give him something in return, shower him with love. And I understand that too. I don’t know why I reacted to the tie as I did. It was just a simple present, from one person to another.”

His breath fanned her face when he spoke. The smell of beer, the aftershave he used mixed together as she breathed him in.

“I kiss you because I think you deserve to be kissed. Not gently, nor delicately. You deserve to be kissed with as much lust and passion a man can show out for a woman.”

He molded his lips against hers again and bit her lower lip.

“I feel so stupid.” Was her first response to his speech. “I fool myself into thinking that somewhere out there is a man who will love me for me. For who I am and how I look. How I talk and...”

“There is..” he cut her off, taking her shaking hands in his.

“...but it’s not me.“She knew it and he knew it.

“I am so sorry.” Leila pleaded.

“Don’t sweat it, dear. I am flattered.”

“You are?”

“I am most definitely. Listen, Leila, from the moment I saw you in Lockley’s, I had my eye on you. There grew to be a pattern. You always arrived at the same time, ordered the same wine and never set foot on the dance floor. You left before the last song of the night, hurrying out the door. It intrigued me.” He said.

“I didn’t mean to seem stalker-like. I know it might have seemed like it but...”

“Listen to me. You are a gorgeous woman, attract men’s attention from miles away. And you got mine. That’s why I am also here right now. When you stayed longer tonight, I was pleasantly surprised. I had to get to you before you left. And when we got to talking and you invited me up here, I didn’t think twice.” He was still on his knees in front of her.

“I hope you don’t mind the tie. But you can throw it out if you want to.” She pulled her hands free, pulling back.

“No way in hell. Don’t you think that I would ever get rid of it? I will fucking wear it every night for a gig.” He said a soft and warm smile on his face.

“You don’t, really...”

“I want to.”

There was silence, but it wasn’t an awkward one. Joseph took her hands again, warming her. His thumbs circled over her skin.

“I should get going. I need to go pay for this room and head home.” She didn’t lift her eyes but kept staring down at their conjoined hands.

“You should, but I have a better idea.”

“And that would be?” She tilted her head up enough to see the musician release her hands and place them on her thighs.

Slowly he rubbed her skin, moving higher and higher with momentum.

“Let me repay you for the gift. Let me make you feel loved tonight. Let me kiss you like you should deserve and...” He didn’t need to finish that sentence for Leila to understand what he wanted to do.

Words weren’t needed, as his offer was a heavenly one. She would be cheating her boyfriend for tonight but frankly, she didn’t care for it. He hadn’t been faithful to her and for now, all she craved the most was to feel wanted.

Leila nodded. And it was all the permission Joseph needed.

“Lay back.” He told her, guiding her body down until her back hit the madras. His eyes never moved away from her as he bent down to kiss her knee. She whimpered. He knew by looking at her bruises that she was a little afraid of to be touched.

“Close your eyes and feel my touch.” He said to calm her nerves. His voice was shallow, sweet like honey.

Brushing his nose against her skin, he blew warm air to her thigh, kissing once in a while, moving upwards. He smelled her skin.

“Oh god, you smell divine.”

He was rock hard in his pants, aching against the material. Smelling her in, he moved up, pushing her legs wide to position himself between them. The dress she was wearing was covering her too much and he couldn’t wait to slip that off her.

He was going to make her come, several times during tonight.

Leila’s hands went up to his hair and she pulled him closer to her. She kissed him hard, sucking his lower lip and that made Joseph make moan low.

“You taste so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you all over!” Joseph moved his hand downward, underneath the edge of her dress. Leila moaned when his fingertips brushed against her most sensitive spot and he took it as an invite to explore even more.

“I need to fuck you! Hard and fast. Until you can only see stars.” Joseph pushed the thin fabric of Leila’s panties aside and slipped one finger between her folds. She was dripping wet and he couldn’t wait to put his mouth there.

“Oh my god...” Her eyes rolled back, fingers digging into his scalp. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, driving Joseph insane. Slowly circling her pleasure point, he watched as the girl beneath him reacted to his touch.

This was much more than just replaying her for the lavish gift. He was a man, on a hunt. He had been feeling sexually frustrated for quite some time now. Women in his world were only looking to cross Joseph Hewitt off their check-list. Fucking groupies!

But Leila - she was a woman with the different goal in sight.

“I want this dress off you!” He said before he freed his hands from down below and helped Leila to a sitting position. She raised her hands above her head and let Joseph free her from the tight material. The sight of her bare body took Joseph’s breath away. She had a gorgeous body, with perky breasts, flat stomach, and amazing figure. Just enough curve and fullness to separate her from the model-like bodies that dominated the false statement of beauty in the world.

“Ah, fuck...” Joseph breathed heavily, his eyes roaming over her.

There were bruises on her abdomen. Running from her lower ribs to her hips.

“He did that to you?” He asked and she nodded. Her eyes glistening with shame.

“I could never treat a woman like this.” Joseph touched the bruised places gently.

“Let me love you. Let me show you how I would treat you.” He bent down to place a single kiss on her stomach. Then another one. He blew cool air on her skin, making her body ache for more.

He moved down enough to settle between her legs and kissed her inner thigh. Leila rose to her elbows and watched his lips do the magic. All of this felt heavenly. Every touch, every kiss. Even the words he spoke. She didn’t mind the dirty talk, that just turned her on even more.

Slowly Joseph put his thumbs between the panties and her skin, dragging the silky fabric down.

He needed to kiss her there, thrust his tongue inside, lick between the folds of her magnificent pussy.

But first, he needed her to take off his pants and underwear.

As if Leila had read his mind, she sat up and motioned him to stand. She helped him out of his pants and threw them on the floor behind him. He was so hard, longing to get inside her.

But he was focusing on the girl now, giving her his undivided attention just to please her. He pushed her back slightly, letting her back hit against the bed. With one pull, he dragged her closer to the edge of the bed and then positioning himself to get to work. His breath hit her soft spot and she almost came off the bed. It was like she hadn’t been touched with a mouth there before.

“Relax.” He tried to soothe her.

“Omfg...” She breathed when Joseph dragged his tongue along her folds, making Leila gasp when he went back for more hungry way next.

One lick and he couldn’t stop. He felt her body react the way he anticipated and he smiled. Hungry as hell, he devoured her. Going down on a girl never appealed to him as an enjoyable activity but for her, he had made an exception. What that woman had gone through, made him throw his number one rule out of the window. And now here he was, making her come with just his mouth for the first time. And he loved it.

Leila reached out, her hands pulling his hair and there wasn’t pain. He was so into the act that he didn’t mind his hair pulled out by her.

He was eating her out, tasting her. Reaching up, Joseph slipped the cups of her bra aside and gripped her perfect breast. Her small nipple pebbled at his touch and was just the proof how much he had turned her on. The skin was silky, warm to his touch and her breasts fit perfectly into his hand.

Leila moaned and he knew she was close to the orgasm. But he wasn’t going to let her come yet.

“Don’t come. Not yet...” Joseph stood up, licked his lips and run his eyes over Leila. She was flustered, but the gorgeous sight he’d seen. Her breathing was hard. Ragged as his own.

Without another word, Joseph moved off the bed, grabbed his pants and then a condom from one of the pockets. In the meanwhile, Leila freed herself from the bra and laid further back in the bed.

Rolling on the condom and watching a girl on the bed squirmed to get a more comfortable position, Joseph couldn’t take his gaze off the bruises that marked her body.

What kind of a monster was she living with?

On the large bed laid a beautiful woman, with a body that turned Joseph’s inside into liquid.

How can someone treat her like this and not worship her? How could anyone do such a thing to her?

Anger devoured him. He was going to make love to her and not just fuck her. She deserved more than some emotionless and sweaty fuck. Leila deserved care, pure pleasure instead of pain and suffering.

“I want you to know that you are beautiful.” Joseph climbed on the bed, his eyes set on hers. The anticipation was driving her mad. She missed his heat.

“This word has always felt like a lie to me.”

“If he hasn’t told you that before, he must be blind.” Joseph kissed one of her breasts, let his lips brush over her pebbled nipple and Leila moaned.

“Fucking amazing.” He moved to her neck, kissing her skin on the way there.

She gave him all the access he wanted. Haven’t been touched like this forever, she didn’t think of Mark or anything or anyone else at that point. The only thing on her mind was him. The man on top of her, making her feel wanted, appreciated and sexy. His eyes roamed over her body. He was so hard, he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Reaching her lips, Joseph kissed her with such force, it left her breathless. Leila wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. The skin on skin, she felt his erection pressing against her entrance.

“It has been a while, so please be gentle.” She begged him.

He nodded, overwhelmed with the emotions lingering in the air. Lowering his mouth on hers and catching her lower lip between his teeth, he pushed inside her. Leila sucked in a breath and Joseph bit down on her lip. It was the sexiest moment in her entire life.

She felt so good around her that he almost came that very second.

Slowly, he started to move. Her hands went to his shoulders and nails dug into his skin. He caught the sounds she made with his mouth, muffling them. Leila’s legs wrapped stronger around him and he pressed in deeper.

“Leila,” he breathed into her mouth, feeling the sensation of arousal overpowering him.

He was going to go slow, let her feel every inch of him and bring her over the edge repeatedly. Her perfume was all around him, so sweet and bitter at the same time. He nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck and sucked down on the skin. He wanted to mark her, but not in a way her boyfriend had.

“You feel perfect! Shit...” he exhaled, driving himself deeper into her. “You’re so tight.”

Every stroke, every moment her nails dug deeper into his skin, Joseph watched Leila reach up and up to coming undone.

“Come for me, baby! Let go.” He said and Leila obeyed him. She let go of his shoulders and grabbed the bedsheet with her hands.

Joseph fucked her hard and fast, driving her over the edge as the girl under him buckled with the shocks of her climax.

Joseph finished, bent down to kiss her lips furiously and hot waves of aftershocks run over him.

“Joseph,” Leila spoke when he kissed her shoulder.

“Mmm?”

“This was incredible,” she met his lips for a soft kiss.

“It was. But we are not done yet,” he gave her a sweet smile and pulled her with him, making her cradle him.

“I should really get going.” She replied but Joseph held her by her hips before she could move away.

“You ain’t going anywhere. I’m not letting you go. Not after this.”

Leila stood in front of the hotel’s bedroom mirror, touching the place where Joseph had left his mark on her neck. It wasn’t big and didn’t stand out anyway from the rest of the markings on her body. But she knew the difference.

The sound of the shower running in the bathroom and the city traffic getting more noisier were there to let her know that it was the time for her to get home.

She needed to get back before Mark would. If she wasn’t there when he’d arrive, the consequences would be horrible.

Leila threw the tangled sheets and comforter off the bed, trying to find her dress. Joseph’s pants, tie, and the white shirt were hanging neatly over the backrest of a chair beside the window.

She had still been sound asleep when Joseph slipped out of bed and headed for a wash. The memories from the previous night, the heated sex came rushing back with a fury. How he touched her, spoke to her and paid his attention to her, made her smile for just a moment.

Agony overwhelmed her seconds later. She had cheated on her own boyfriend with a musician she hardly knew. Joseph had offered her the thing she had been missing- care. Guilt washed over her next. And then regret.

She was no different than Mark. Sworn to herself to not act the way he had, didn’t stop her stooping to the same level as the abusive and manipulative man she lived with.

Underneath the bed, a thread of her black dress caught her eye. She pulled it on, threw her coat and scarf over her hand and run out of the room. She felt petrified to face the man she had given in to.

Downstairs in the foyer, the man behind the counter was flipping through a magazine.

“I’d like to pay for the room. Room 345.” She leaned over the wooden surface of the reception, standing on her tiptoes.

“Credit card or cash?”

“Cash.” She replied in a hurry and dropped her overclothes on the nearby armchair, digging into the pocket of her coat for the money.

This was her last hundred bucks. She handed him the money.

“Is the young man still in the room?” The man asked and Leila picked up her things.

“Yes.”

She was ready to leave but had to make sure of one more thing.

“If he asks for anything, or about me, then please, don’t give him my full name or any of my private information.” She begged him.

“Darling, we are not allowed to do that anyways.”

“Thank you!”

*

Leila reached the front door of her house just moments before Marks’s friend parked his car in the driveway. She hurried inside, got naked and pulled on a robe from the bathroom hanger. The hickey on her neck stood out from the rest of the bruises but she pulled the edges of her robe more up, covering it. Tossing her dress in the hamper, she covered it with random towels from the rack.

She just hoped that Mark was drunk enough to not pay her any attention.

When the front door swung open and Timothy, one of Mark’s closest friends stepped in, she flinched at the sight behind him. A bruised lip, blood dripping from the cut above Mark’s eyebrow colored the hallway carpet when he was helped inside his home.

“What happened?” Leila asked when her boyfriend was carried in by two more guys.

“Ah, he got into a fight with some biker.” Timothy glanced at his friend and then back at Leila. She hugged the hems of her robe closer, concealing her bare body.

“Will he be ok?” She didn’t really care but she had to pretend as if she did.

“He’ll live.”

Mark was dropped on the living room sofa, boots pulled off and jacket laid over his shoulder. He mumbled something in his sleep and kept slamming his fist against the floor.

“Cmon guys, let’s hit the road,” Tim called out to his friends and they were out the door as fast as they had entered.

Leila watched as her boyfriend slept. And her mind went back to the moment Joseph stopped her from leaving.

*

“You ain’t going anywhere. I’m not letting you go. Not after this.”

He reached out to her, snaked his hand around her neck and pulled her in for a hungry kiss.

“I can’t get enough of you. I fucking loved every second with you, I can’t let you leave yet.”

Leila smiled against his lips and bit down on her own.

“Stay the night with me. Let me...” He begged her and Leila pressed her finger to his lips, stopping him to speak any further.

She didn’t know what he was going to say next but all she wanted was to enjoy this very second until she had to go back to reality.

They made passionate love two more times that night, falling asleep just before sunrise.

Later that evening, Mark and Leila were sitting at the dining table. Forks and knives clinked against the porcelain, words weren’t exchanged as the couple tried to enjoy their supper.

“How was your evening yesterday?” He spoke and stuck another piece of asparagus in his mouth.

“Like always. Boring and lonely.” She replied without lifting her eyes from her plate and thought for a second that he even cared about what she did last night.

“Good!”

And no. False presumption.

She finished her food as quickly as possible and cleaned the table. When she reached for his plate, he laid his hand over hers, stopping her.

“Come into bed with me.”

“I don’t feel like it. Not tonight.” She averted her gaze, holding back tears.

“This wasn’t a request. This was an order.” He grabbed her wrist, stood at the table and yanked her closer to him.

“I beg you. I don’t want to.” Leila pleaded and he laughed, loud enough for the house to echo.

“Always with the begging. Don’t you get it? You don’t have a say in this. You do what I tell you to do. And if you don’t obey me, there will be a different ending for tonight.” He got angry, his strong hand squeezed her small wrist, leaving marks that would take forever to start healing and disappear.

“I just...” She couldn’t start defending herself and cut back, just wishing for God to help her through this night.

It was Saturday night, almost twelve o’clock and Lockley’s pub started to get full. The band was setting up their equipment and greeting some friends who had come to enjoy the night.

“She left?” Marcus, the bartender poured Joseph another glass of whiskey and set it on a table napkin in front of him. Joseph took a long swing and swallowed it hard.

“She wasn’t there anymore when I came out from the bathroom.”

“Are you going to ever see her again?”

Joseph pushed the empty whiskey glass back toward Marcus.

“I hardly doubt that. Pour me another one.” Marcus did as told. He took the single malt scotch behind him and gilled Joseph glass.

“It’s Saturday. Maybe there is hope that she’ll come by tonight?”

Joseph drowned the drink and slammed the glass again the bar. E knew he would probably never see her again. When he left the hotel room that morning and asked the guy at the front for Leila’s full name or number, the guy refused. That kind of information wasn’t allowed to be shared. And since he didn’t know where she lived or what she did during the day, there was no way of finding her.

Joseph couldn’t get over the fact that after one night with her, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Yes, he had done the irresponsible decision to sleep with her but the effect she had on him afterward, fucked him up.

Thank you for a tie my ass - he thought. The girl had put a spell on him as soon as he laid his eyes on her in the room. He needed her now and when thinking on the bruises on her body, he couldn’t control his emotions.

What if he was beating her right now?

The mental image of it made chills run down his back, fist his hands and grind his teeth.

And what the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t do relationships, but he was so hung to her.

The night went on, he went on the stage and performed for his usual audience. It didn’t feel the same anymore. And she didn’t come. He kept glancing at the door, disappointed when people strolled in but she didn’t. As weeks went on, he didn’t pay any more attention to the people entering Lockley’s.

Deep down, he knew.

He knew that he will never see her after that amazing night.

It was the night of the fourth of the July and the last gig for Hewitt that summer. Lockley’s was packed, people kept drinking extensively. Clock strike 2 a.m. and Joseph prepared to sing the last song of the night. It wasn’t a cover of a well known rock band or a pop single that shook the ground beneath the people that summer. It was one of his own. An original one.

“Pull me deeper, watch me burn, lay me down ’cause we are stopping.”

Slowly the song picked up its pace and people gathered back on the dance floor. The sound of bass and gentle strokes of the acoustic guitar, laid the foundation for the track.

“Found the girl, I needed the most. She left me, broke my heart without stopping.”

The black tie with silver stars hung around Joseph’s neck, only reminder he had of her.

His hands found their way to it from time to time.

″...Every day I tell my foolish heart, I started to love you from the very start...″

Before the song reached the chorus, he lowered his head and took a deep breath. Singing those lines hurt him a lot. When he lifted his gaze- there she was. Standing by the door.

Leila.

It been four months since they spent that night together in the hotel. She left without another word that morning.

“I thought falling in love was hard, but it’s not. I caught her eyes on me and I couldn’t fight it.”

Joseph sang off key but he couldn’t care less. She was here. She was back. He signaled the guys behind him to raise the tempo, so they’d finish the song faster. But when he turned back toward the crowd, she had disappeared. Wasn’t he seeing right? Was he imagining her standing there?

Now he was set to finish the gig as soon as possible and get off the stage to go look for her. Marcus was wiping down the bar when Joseph pushed through the crowd.

“Was she here? Tell me you saw her too!” He yelled over the music that came from the speakers.

“Who? Who are you talking about?” Marcus looked around the pub frantically.

“Leila. She was here, standing by the door. For fuck’s sake.” He slammed his hand against the counter and rushed to the door. Swinging it open, he stepped into the warm night air. There was no sign of her until Joseph felt someone standing behind him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you like this but I couldn’t stay there any longer.” She apologized to him. Leila had a messenger bag hanging over her shoulder and it seemed heavy.

She kept adjusting the lace often, preventing the fabric digging into her bare shoulder.

Joseph didn’t reply, he went straight to her, pulled the bag off her shoulder and embraced Leila.

“Forgive me, please. I didn’t mean to use you like this and then run away.”

She had her hands around his neck, whispering those words to his ear.

“You kind of fucked me up. I haven’t been able to think straight.”

And it was the truth.

“I am done. I can’t take it anymore. I swear to God, he will eventually kill me. So I ran, took everything I own.” She pointed to the bag. “I am leaving town. I don’t have any money but I have my ring and if I take it to the pawn shop tomorrow morning, I’ll have enough to get a bus fair out of here and some food money.”

She held out her hand and showed him the gorgeous diamond ring on her finger.

“I wanted to see you before I left. I needed you to know that I am fine.”

Joseph pulled back, cupped her face and kissed her. Her lips tasted as sweet as he remembered. When they broke off the kiss, she bit her lower lip and the bare sight of it woke feelings down in Joseph’s gut.

“You could just stay with me. We could...” He said and she took a step back, distancing herself from him.

“I can’t. He will find me.”

“But...” Joseph tried to convince her to stay. “You are leaving? For good?”

She nodded, took the bag and threw it over her shoulder.

“If I stay, he will find me. He has connections, friends who would do anything for him. He would have them look for me and when they do, I wouldn’t survive what will come next.”

She came closer to Joseph and placed her hands flat on his chest. “You made me realize how much more I truly deserve.” She grabbed his tie and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and sweet.

“Can I come and sleep at your place? I don’t really have anywhere else to go.” She asked and smiled wickedly. “I’ll pay my dues.”

“What does that mean?” Confusion painted his face and she laughed sweetly.

Back in Joseph’s small apartment, the couple stumbled into the bedroom. Leila had her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked them to the bed. Slowly he settled her on the bed and Leila grabbed him by his tie, pulling him on top of her. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she kissed him vigorously. It was like she couldn’t stop, her fingers gripped his hair, pulling them gently.

“I want you so badly.” She breathed into his mouth and he chuckled.

“Oh baby, you have no idea.”

Kissing got more aggressive, teeth clinked and tongues fought for dominance. It was one of the sweetest battles. One of Leila’s hands reached between them, cupping his erection. He was so hard for her. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.

Joseph slipped his hand under her shirt, stroking beneath the bulge of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he smiled against her lips. All this time he was afraid that he was hurting her in by touching. He hadn’t asked if her boyfriend had used force on her lately and the mental image of bruises marking her body came painted in front of his eyes again.

He grind his length against her, trying to ease the pain. But it was no use. Too many layers of clothing were separating their bodies and he couldn’t wait to admire the gorgeous site of her perfect body again. She was truly magnificent, no doubt.

Joseph touched the soft spot behind her ear with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth, nibbling down gently. She moaned and buckled beneath him from the intense pleasure. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt, toes curling.

The tension in the air was unbearable. Knowing it would be their last time together, she wanted to repay him for everything he had made her feel.

Joseph was drawing the outline of her lips with his thumb when Leila caught it into her mouth. She sucked on it, first gently and then stronger, making Joseph’s inside tremble.

“Switch places with me.”

She ordered and pulled away from him.

Joseph turned them around, and Leila moved so she could unbuckle his belt.

With a smooth action, it was off as Joseph lifted his hips to make it more easier. She was about to unzip his pants when he stopped her.

“You don’t have to.” He said and Leila licked her lips teasingly.

“No baby, I want to. I want to see you when I suck that hard cock of yours.” Her words were hypnotic to him. He hadn’t heard her speak like that and a single breath left his lungs on that instant.

Drawing down the zipper and freeing him from the fabric, he felt anticipated as fuck. She was his sexual addiction, the only woman he now wanted.

Leila rose to her knees, opened the buttons on her shirt and took it off. The air in the room got thicker, he could barely breathe as he watched Leila standing up and stepping out of her tight jeans. She was wearing only a pair of white lace panties. There were no markings on her body, bruises were gone and her bare skin glistened from sweat.

He laid on the bed, not moving a limb as Leila slipped her hand down into his drawers and gripped him. His heartbeat rocketed, intense desire pooled over him like stormy sea at night. He closed his eyes, tried to bite back a curse but couldn’t.

“Fuck!” Stroking him slowly, she built him up, drove him insane. He wouldn’t bare her warm mouth and beautiful lips wrapping around his stone hard length. That would finish him before he could take her in full.

She pealed back the underwear, pulling them down to his ankles, revealing him completely and giving her all access.

The moment her wet tongue touched his member, he was in heaven. His eyelids closed on the white ceiling, hands went over his head to grip the headboard.

Slowly she took him in her mouth, rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue. God, she was amazing. Her right hand gripped his balls gently and massaged them with such care. Unbelievable.

He remembered several girls giving him a blowjob before but never had they been comparable to Leila.With every lick and suck, she brought him closer to climax. Her wet mouth felt amazing. Hands gripped his tights, running up and down his skin when she took him in whole. Her tongue worked its magic from the root of his cock and up to the tip of it. Blood boiling, he watched her mouth took his whole length.

Apparently, she didn’t have a gag reflex. The tip of his penis touched the base of her throat and he couldn’t bare it anymore. His breathing got heavy, ragged and his heart went into palpitation.

Reaching out, he gathered her loose hair and gently motioned her to stop. He was about to combust. After rolling them both around, Joseph almost ripped off the delicate white fabric on her and wanted to turn her a favor. He left a trail of wet and hot kisses down from her stomach to her sex.

His warm breath hit her most secret female flesh and she closed her eyes. He dragged his tongue up the length of her lips and sucked on her clit. Sweet taste filled his mouth and he hummed. He missed the taste of her. Leila gripped his shoulders and long nails dug into his skin. He ate her like a man deprived. He worked his mouth hard between of her folds, tongue diving deep. Strong arms held her thighs apart, making him enough space to pleasure her completely.

Blood rushed through her veins, all heading down to her pussy when Joseph sucked on one of the lips and then the other. His mouth covering her hard, hot and hungry. All of this made her hips jerk, head tossing this way and that way. He continued to eat her out like she was his favorite meal.

The tip of his soft tongue run over her opening and everything was almost over. Her muscles clenched, the ending point so close.

“Come for me, baby.”

He said and when he focused on her clit, it was then when she let go. World blurred and blood roared in her ears. Strong suck of it finished her off. Leila’s mouth opened for a scream and he covered it with his palm.

They weren’t done. Far from it.

It took her time to come back down. She was in heaven, where stars were in reach and clouds soft and silky. Joseph truly knew how to pleasure a woman, his mouth as skillful as his singing.

He licked his lips, tasting her arousal. Sweeter than honey, he thought.

When he started kissing his way up to her neck, Leila let her hands roam over his shirt. She undid the buttons, slipped the cotton fabric off his shoulders and pull off the tie. The clothing went flying across the room in a blink of an eye.

“I love that you kept the tie,” she circled her arms around Joseph neck and pulled him against her. Her breasts pressed hardly against his well defined chest, embracing the heat of him.

“I could never throw it away.”

He begun pecking her lips, then biting down on her lower lip when he repositioned himself on top of her.

His blunt tip touched her sensitive area and sent shivers running down her spine. Joseph touched her down below and massaged her pleasure point slowly. She threw her head back, enjoying his hand caressing her sweetest place, bringing her up to heights again.

When he slipped his fingers inside her, wetness covered them. She was soaking wet, so ready for him.

And God, was she tight.

He moved his fingers slowly, gently scraping her inner velvety walls. Leila raised her hips, meeting his touch, begging for more. Their lips molded against each other’s, tongues twisting and twirling. He deepened the kiss even more, his other hand behind her neck, refusing her to move away, to catch her breath.

“I want you. Please!” Leila begged for him.

She was longing for him, to feel the sparks going off again. Truly, she didn’t mind Joseph pleasuring her with his hand but having him inside her was the only thing on her mind.

“Turn around,” he said, taking his weight off her and coming up to a sitting position. She did as told, laying face down on the bed. Both of his hands gripped her hips and he pulled her on her knees. He reached over her, took a condom from the bedside table’s drawer and rolled it on fast. He couldn’t wait anymore.

Joseph ran his hand down her sweat glistening back, fully admiring her figure. Anticipation killed her, waiting to feel him.

Slowly but surely, he sunk into her, deserving a sweet moan of her lips. He held her by her hips, picking up the tempo. Two bruises marked her back, just above her shoulder blades. Pain pierced through him, imagining what he had made her feel during the time she was away. He kissed the marks gently, trying to magically heal them.

What made him feel better, was the fact that she left him, saving herself.

Leila started to move her hips, matching his tempo and bringing him closer to the edge. The sweetest sensations flooded him, blood pumping through his veins in lightning speed.

When his thrusts got harder, faster, she moaned louder, barely still holding on. She tightened around him and it was almost over. Her warmth embraced him, bringing him home.

Leila gripped the headboard, her knuckles turning white from the pressure to the cold material. Her breathing ragged, fast and tense, she bite her lower lip to muffle her screams as Joseph drove deeper inside her.

They found their release at the same time. Worlds colliding and breaking to pieces, the couple collapsed on the bed, aftershocks still overwhelmingly their sweaty bodies.

He got ride of the condom, laid back in the bed beside her and let her snuggle against his side.

“You’ll be gone when I wake up tomorrow?” He asked, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

She didn’t reply but he felt her sniffle a cry. She didn’t want to go but she couldn’t stay either.

The woman beside him was amazing, from top to bottom. Shy but seductive, beautiful and smart. He couldn’t bear not seeing her again. The four months between their meeting and current moment had caused him to almost lose his mind over her.

But this wasn’t love, it certainly wasn’t. This was lust so deep and passion so strong- he couldn’t register the emotions that fought his subconscious.

Leila was his sexual addiction.

She turned on her side, her back pressing against his front. She felt perfect, just right.

“Thank you,” she said and Joseph sunk his nose between her neck and shoulder. Smelling her in for the last time, he said the words what came to be the last ones to her.

“You deserved it!”