The Heavenly Baker by J J Monroe Read Free Book Online Page A

love it. I want him to love me. I know it is insane. We have only just met but I am in Wonderland and I have no intention of ever leaving willingly. The Heavenly Baker enters my hotel room, wearing an easy grin and carrying a pile of very familiar discarded clothes.
    â€˜Would you believe some careless soul left her clothes in the elevator?’
    â€˜How do you know it’s a woman?’ I ask from my hiding place behind a strategically placed curtain.
    â€˜No transvestite could look that good in this lingerie,’ he replies, nodding at the bra and panties lying on top of the pile.
    â€˜Well done, Sherlock.’
    â€˜It’s a bold move,’ he says.
    â€˜None more so than that trick you pulled in the elevator.’
    â€˜You liked that?’
    â€˜You must be related to Houdini.’
    â€˜No. I just summered at Hogwarts,’ he says, his voice relaxed and warm. He is enjoying himself, the consummate player in absolutely no hurry. He has his prey cornered so why rush the kill?
    â€˜Now, I’m all for decorum,’ he continues. ‘But I should imagine the folks on the street below are really enjoying your impromptu show.’
    I nearly release the curtain but then I wise up. ‘You’re a sly one, Mr Richards. No one can see me from way down there.’
    â€˜Maybe not,’ he agrees. ‘But why take the risk, or is this your true persona? Perhaps the shy country girl is merely an act? “Come in, why don’t you?” said the spider to the fly.’
    â€˜Indeed,’ I murmur. ‘Come in, come in.’ And I beckon the Heavenly Baker closer, revealing a lot of leg to entice him further into my lair.
    Matt takes a step, laying the pile of clothes he is carrying on the black leather sofa as he passes by.
    â€˜Why Miss Michaels, aren’t you just full of surprises?’
    â€˜Yes, I am.’ I feel the intensity of anticipation start to build in every atom of my body. I am invigorated and possessed. I feel the cravings of sexual hunger, so recently sated by our elevator hook-up, build and grow, returning with a savage interest. It is not enough just to have his tongue inside me. No, I need everything now. I need to explore every inch of his body and feel every part of him, but there is one part above all that I need to feel sliding deep between my thighs into my sex. I need to know how it feels to have him hard and thrusting. I must know the pressure of him engulfing me, stretching me, filling me to the hilt. I want to feel his chest rubbing against my nipples, his tongue hot on my throat, his arms enveloping me, holding me as he slides deeper into my soul. I need to know how it feels to hold him in my arms as the sound and the fury of our lovemaking dissipates to leave him spent, lying wrapped up in me, with the only sound the beating of his heart thumping against my own. Yes, these things I need to know and then, and only then, will I feel truly satisfied.
    Christ, this hunger for him is a disease. It invades my every sense until I can think of nothing except the raw, animal need to fuck. There is emotion here, but at its core there is an overwhelming urge simply to ride this sexual hunger out of me. Wild horses need breaking in and I am no different. I have urges and desires. I need to be fucked hard and fast, slow and lazy. I am a child left in the candy store without boundaries or restrictions. Tonight, until the sun comes up and reality sets in, there are no limitations.
    â€˜Well?’ I ask, watching Matt Richards standing just out of reach with his arms folded, smiling back at me. ‘What exactly are you waiting for?’
    â€˜I’m in no hurry.’
    â€˜I can see that.’ Seriously, can this boy be any more exasperating? ‘But you’re not the only one in the room and take it from someone who knows, she’s in plenty of a hurry.’
    â€˜And why might that be?’ enquires Matt