Chapter 1
Succumbing to Sex

'You lost her?' There was muted agony in Jared's voice.

'I—' Wanda couldn't say anything else, so she kept mum, watching warily at the stoic expression on Jared's weather-tanned face. She finally cleared her throat and muttered very softly and painfully, 'I didn't mean to Jared, it was just after—the hospital. I made her be quiet, and now she's gone.'

Jared kept on silently scrutinizing her, his face devoid of emotion.

Wanda cleared her throat again and said, her voice choking, 'You don't have to—I will find a way, Jared, I promise. I will bring Melanie back. Don't worry. I just—I just have to think.'

'So you think if I kiss you like last time…?' Jared seemed unable to go on, but he only looked slightly flustered now. He was quickly adapting to the situation, Wanda realized, with a pang in her heart.

'Don't kiss me, Jared,' Wanda wheedled out finally. 'Kiss her. Nothing annoyed her, or brought her to the surface…when you kissed…us. Not that you have to…' Wanda suddenly blushed scarlet, thinking that she sounded as if she was begging him for that extremely desirous exercise.

'So if I kiss her…' Jared mused, a reflective look clouding his face.

Wanda nodded cautiously, her heart in her mouth.

She started trembling as Jared approached her slowly but with determination she knew all too well. They were both standing alone in Jared and Jamie's room—Wanda leaning against the wall, hoping to melt into it. After Jamie's leg had been slashed with a knife, he had been staying at the hospital ever since.

'This is for you,' Jared said. Wanda, for a split second, thought that he must be talking to Melanie, even though that couldn't be, could it? Melanie wasn't there. She was gone. And Jared knew that, after all.

Jared's hand cupped her face, holding it in position, as he stared hard into her eyes. Wanda's cheeks burst into flames; her eyes automatically closed. She couldn't bear to look at the fire or agony in his eyes; she already felt sick with worry and anxiety. But her heart thumped with frivolous excitement. Jared was going to kiss her. And there was no Melanie for the time being to barge in and create chaos. They were alone.

Sighing deeply, Jared brought his face closer, until his mouth covered Wanda's, their lips connecting perfectly, like puzzles in a jigsaw.

He kissed her slowly at first, almost as if he wanted to prolong the taste of her mouth—the mouth he had refrained himself from kissing for so long. They were now soft, warm and inviting although they trembled with such ferocity that Jared felt worried. He kissed her softly, trying his best to be in control of the situation, but suddenly Wanda's arms were reaching out to clutch at his shoulders, almost desperately. She started kissing him back, with an urgency that astounded him.

He couldn't help but grin wolfishly as he paused for a split second. It was now just Wanda and him. And this Wanda was acting feisty. She could even be provocative; her body might take control of that. And there was no Melanie, not anyone, to interfere. It had been so goddamn long. Why on earth shouldn't he succumb to his lust? And Wanda was proving to be quite a hearty candidate, ready for the challenge.

'Goddamn it!' he lashed out, before opening his mouth and capturing her lips in a passionate frenzy.

As soon as he made the decision, things started changing within a fraction of a second. He kissed her with immense passion and ardor; his mouth opening and his tongue darting out to taste her mouth. The world now felt as if it was on fire. Wanda grabbed at him helplessly, as Jared suddenly pushed her up roughly against the wall, so that her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms were around his bulk shoulder, her nails digging into his shirt.

He kissed her hard, holding her head with one hand and the other around her waist. His tongue hurled across her mouth, trying to make it open. When it refused to, Jared decided to change tactics. He licked her face, for a little while, almost lavishly, and then brought his mouth back to the tantalizingly soft lips, urging them to open. Wanda gasped audibly, finally granting permission and Jared's tongue hungrily and immediately entered the soft, plush recesses. His tongue, wet and heady, explored her mouth passionately, pulling in and coming back out again—a blatant notification of the overwhelming bulging in his pants. Wanda's hands drifted towards his face, grasping it tightly, as their tongues intertwined completely, both of them tasting each other desperately.

'Oh, oh!' Wanda moaned out audibly, all language forgotten. She couldn't stop herself; it was intensely pleasurable. 'Oh!'

Jared groaned slightly, pressing his body flush against her, feeling her breasts plump into his shirt. Her hands splayed across his back. His crotch began moving up and down against her body.

'Oh!' Wanda cried out again, half in mortification as she realized what Jared was doing. But she didn't care; she was thoroughly roused. And if he stopped doing that, it'd break her.

She could feel Jared's bulge. It felt enormous and hard. Wanda didn't care; at that moment, no thoughts seemed dark or bleak. She wanted to see it, touch it, caress it...

She was incredibly stimulated; his bulging was shooting inexplicable erotic pleasures inside her. Her hands went thrusting towards his waistband, almost as if they'd been trained to do so. She tugged them apart, her hands reaching out for the soft piece of skin between his shirt and pants. How warm and strong they were! She tried to pull his strong, beautiful body towards her waist, her hips grinding against his moving, ginormous swelling, that seemed desperate beyond measure to feel the wetness bursting inside her legs. Jared, realizing she was enjoying this more than anything else, pressed himself even closer to her, his arms going around to cup her breasts.

Wanda let out another soft moan of pleasure and pulled her mouth from Jared's pursing lips to catch her hoarse breath. His fiery lips trickled down her hot throat, blowing slobbery kisses all over her, his tongue tasting her neck, his teeth scraping hard against the hot flesh. Wanda's hands clutched at his shirt desperately, tugging it upwards, until she could feel his taut, warm muscles with her hands. She dug her fingernails into them, as she felt a wild throbbing between her legs. Locked in the passionate embrace, she buried her face in Jared's hair, as his lips made a downward procession of her neck, and she breathed his heady smell hungrily.

'Damn!' Jared called out suddenly, though quietly. His breathing was just as labored as hers. Beads of perspiration were falling against his face, which was strained and bursting with passion.

Jared again kissed her, his hands delving underneath her shirt. He tugged at her bra brutally, whilst his mouth once again captured her lips to devour them hungrily. Her bra tore with a resounding snap and just as fast as lightning, Jared suddenly pulled her shirt up, wrenched the bra away, so that Wanda remained topless within his fiery gaze.

'Christ!' he groaned, crouching slightly so that his lips now attacked the proud erect nipples across her delicious full breasts.

He caressed and kissed them until finally taking Wanda's left one into his wet, ravenous mouth, sucking it with such vigor that Wanda could do nothing but let out a scream of ecstasy.

'Jared,' she whispered out his name, her face writhing in agonizing pleasure, as Jared pulled his mouth towards the another nipple and sucked it with even greater force.

Wanda suddenly felt her knees giving away: she started falling down, her back slipping against the rough walls of the cave. But Jared's amazing presence of mind took hold of the situation. Before anything else could happen, he cupped her buttocks extremely tightly, the pulse of his loins groaning, and pushed his feet upwards so that Wanda's legs were now wrapped even firmly around his waist. Her back once again had the benefit of the wall as support; she'd no longer descent but feel the throbbing of his erection. Wanda let out a squeal before she could stop herself, her breasts pressing hot and tantalizingly against Jared's shirt.

In some distanced part of Wanda's mind, all she could think of the fact that Jared's shirt ought to be removed. Her arms began to move desperately around Jared. He tugged it open himself, pulled her feet off the ground and dashed towards the bed. He said the one word they'd both been thinking of ever since the kiss started, 'Sex.'

(To be continued…)