Operation: Stripped & Stranded

by E Kay Sims

  “Ahhh, God! You do that so well.” His voice sounded strained. His fingers wound their way into my hair and his hips jerked as I clamped my lips down tightly, my tongue caressed the smooth underside of his delicious cock. “Holy fuck, woman!” He gyrated his hips when I finally took him as far as I could, my hand gripped his base and my other hand came up to cup his heavy balls.

  His dick pulsed several times before he pulled back, sliding all the way out until just the tip remained against my lips. I swirled my tongue over, then around the head and down the bottom. Sliding my hand upward, I tugged gently, giving myself better access to thoroughly lick his smooth balls. Sucking one side into my mouth, my hand glided up and down his slick length. God! I loved that he had shaved!

  I was aching, my thighs damp with want. Eric reached one hand down and let his fingers explore my entrance as I continued to suck, kiss, and massage his balls while pumping his rigid shaft furiously.

  “Oh, Jesus,” he hissed. “Your so wet and ready for me!” His body stilled. “You’re going to make me lose control.” He was breathing hard as he gripped my wrists to stop my ministrations.

  He pushed me back onto the bed as he dropped to his knees before me. “Your turn.” His voice was rough as he teetered on the edge of control. His hands gripped my inner thighs, spreading me wider, then I felt his talented tongue glide into me. “You taste like honey,” he whispered, then his lips covered my pussy as he devoured me. I cried out at the exquisite pleasure as he worked me into a frenzy of burning desire that literally melted my circuits. Goosebumps rose up on my skin, though it felt like I was on fire. My entire being throbbed with pleasure as if every cell in my body was ramping up to orgasm. Eric lifted my legs over his shoulders and cupped my ass as my fingernails dug into the mattress. He brought me to the brink over and over, stopping just before my release. I was wound tighter than a bowstring ready to snap as he explored my limits.

  “Please,” I pleaded with him, unable to form thoughts let alone clear sentences.

  “Come for me, sweetness,” he coaxed. “I want to taste you when you come,” he paused, “then I’m going to fuck you so hard ‘til you scream my name.”

  That sent me over the edge. I shattered into a thousand points of bright light as if every nerve ending in my body experienced its own release. Shockwaves rolled through me from head to toe, causing me to scream out his name as he continued to suckle me, kiss me, and take everything I had.

  “Eric!” I screamed his name, my orgasm so intense that his name was drawn out of me and tears leaked from my eyes

  I don’t know how or when, but the next thing I knew, he was buried deep inside me, filling me to maximum capacity and it was the most satisfying experience of my life. Gently, he wiped away my tears with the pads of his thumbs as he began to rock his hips against me. I opened my eyes to gaze up at him and was shocked to see ice blue eyes smoldering with such intensity, such emotion. His muscles were taut as he visibly fought for control. He propped himself on his elbows, bringing his chest into contact with my bare breasts, causing my nipples to rise up and peak once again with my building arousal. He lowered his lips to mine, still wet with the taste and scent of my orgasm on his tongue. It drove me wild.

  His name became my mantra as he increased his pace. “Eric, Eric, Eric, oh Eric! Yes!” I chanted.

  I marveled at his self-control as he kept his promise to fuck me hard until I screamed his name. He was pounding into me, harder and faster. His strong hands gripped my hips to keep me from scooting across the bed. Finally, he came up onto his knees, dragging me up to straddle his thighs, as he guided my arms around his neck. His fingers dug into my hips as he moved my body up and down several times before he slowed his strokes only to increase the pace once again. One of his thumbs pressed and circled my clit as he took my nipple into his mouth, grazing me with his teeth. I lost it again. And this time I screamed his name just before I temporarily lost consciousness as another powerful orgasm rolled through me. My head dropped to his shoulder as he slammed into me one last time, and he groaned with his own release. As his heat filled my body, I was flooded with sensations and feelings so deep, so profound, I had no words. I collapsed there in his arms.

  He whispered unintelligible things as he trailed kisses down the side of my neck and laid me down on the bed. I fell asleep in his arms with him still buried deep inside of me.

  GIL

  A

  fter watching the glorious sunrise over the Grand Canyon, Piper and I made our way back into the City of Sin. My girl was glowing. My girl. Did I really refer to Piper that way? I chuckled to myself, alerting her. Piper tore her gaze from the road in front of us to peer over at me.

  “What are you chuckling about, mister?”

  There was no mistaking the grin on her face.

  “Did you mean what you said when we were laying in the back seat last night?” I paused when my throat tightened up. “That I’m all yours?”

  “I meant every word, Gil. Every single word.” Piper pointed across to a road to the left of us. “Turn here.”

  I followed her direction as my phone picked up service again and started pinging with missed messages. We both glanced down at the screen. “Ah, shit.”

  “Eric, your friend, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  Piper picked up the phone.

  “What’s he say?”

  She swiped her thumb along the homescreen. “‘Where’s the car, Barlow?’, ‘Come on, Gil, bring the car back.’ They gradually become more abusive and the last one simply says, ‘Fuck you, dude!’”

  I wrung my hands on the steering wheel. “I think I’m in the shit.”

  “Yeah, no kidding. Why does he want the car so bad, anyhow?” Piper folded her arms across her chest.

  “It’s the only car we’ve got,” I answered.

  “He could always catch an Uber. Or the monorail!”

  The laugh that followed that statement started small, but soon, I barely had control of my body as the image of Eric, true blue Captain America, sitting in the slowest mode of transportation in Vegas flashed through my brain, massive arms folded across his massive chest, a scowl on his face, kids bouncing in their seats, and old ladies gossiping about their latest win on the pokies as they made their way to the Celine Dion show.

  Piper arched an eyebrow at me. “Okay, I’ve done it. I’ve sent you over the edge into crazy.”

  I rubbed the tears from my eyes. “Where are we going, now, babe?”

  “My school.”

  I gave my head a slight shake.

  “My culinary school. I want you to make me ice cream.” Her eyes lit up. “And I want to make you something, too. The school will have all the equipment we need.”

  I pulled into a parking space. “You have access to it outside of class?”

  “Yeah, if we want. During certain hours. We’re a little early, but I have a key.” Piper held up her keyring full of keys as we climbed out of the car.

  “How did you score that?”

  Piper chewed her bottom lip. “Uh… my ex’s father is a teacher here. He knows how serious I am and lets me have access whenever I want.”

  Jealousy welled up inside me, and I wasn’t sure why. Piper was a beautiful woman, why wouldn’t she have an ex? No doubt she had more than one. I knew I was being unreasonable. “Your ex?”

  “Yeah. My ex. Even though things didn’t work out between us, his dad likes me because I work hard for what I want.”

  I waited for her to unlock the glass door. “Why didn’t it work out between you and your ex?”

  “Um… conflict of interest.”

  Piper was being careful about her words again. I let it slide for now. I followed her down a hallway and into a darkened room. When the overhead fluorescents flickered to life, my mouth virtually hit the floor at the sight of the most state-of-the art kitchen I’d ever set foot in. “This is where you’re learning to be a chef?”

  “Yup.”

  “Jesus, I�
��m jealous. My old hospitality classroom at TAFE has nothing on this place.” Stainless steel appliances and surfaces reflected the overhead lights. The best ovens, stoves, rangehoods, and mixers took up each workspace and when Piper opened the drawers, top of the range utensils lined each one.

  “What’s TAFE?” Piper asked as she selected various items and laid them on the bench.

  “It’s like college for poor people. But with TAFE, you study while working in your chosen industry,” I explained.

  “That’s what I’m doing, I—” Piper clamped her mouth shut and quickly turned on her heel.

  I sighed and followed her into the large pantry and cool room.

  “Here, take this.” Piper pushed a heavy appliance into my arms and went to peruse the food shelves—yet another thing that impressed me. Those shelves of produce rivaled a TV cooking show, though everything was packed away and neatly labeled.

  I carried the ice cream maker over to the closest counter and set it down. I plugged it in and went back to the pantry. I watched Piper place her ingredients into a basket that was hooked over her arm. After perusing the shelves for the ice cream ingredients, I scored a punnet of raspberries, white chocolate, and coconut.

  “What are you cooking?” I asked. I watched, intrigued, as she clamped a pasta maker to the bench.

  Piper flashed me a mischievous look. “It’s a surprise.”

  “Clearly something with pasta.”

  Piper laughed. “That’s all you get for the moment. Let me cook you a treat.” She pecked me on the lips.

  “Alright then.” I helped her into a white chef’s jacket. I didn’t want her beautiful dress getting ruined. I draped an apron over myself and fastened it at my back.

  “May the best chef win.” The determination on Piper’s face was priceless.

  “I’m not a chef, beautiful. I’ll leave that to you.”

  “You’re a dessert chef,” Piper countered.

  “I make ice cream. That’s all. Oh, and I make my own waffle cones.”

  Piper’s eyes went wide. “You do?”

  “Yeah, they’re easy.” I shrugged. It was no big deal. “You just throw a thin amount of waffle mix onto a waffle iron, cook it lightly, then mould it to shape.”

  “Will you make me one?” Those fluttering eyelashes could get her anything, and if our adventures over the last couple of days were anything to go by, I reckon they did.

  “Do we have a waffle iron?”

  “Let me check.” Piper practically skipped out of the room.

  I quickly glanced across at her ingredients lying on the bench—the ingredients to make pasta from scratch were there, along with prawns, dill, cream, and a few other things. When I heard her coming back, I quickly busied myself with my own prep.

  “We’re in luck!” She plugged the waffle iron in beside my ice cream maker. Piper pressed herself into me. “Waffle cones are go.”

  I slid my hands to her arse. “How about I make you a waffle basket.”

  “Sounds wonderful.”

  We shared a kiss before getting back to it. Once again, I noticed the perpetual smile on her face, and I was glad to be the one who had put it there. The more time I spent with Piper, the more confident I felt. The more time she spent with me, the more relaxed she was. It appeared that we were good for each other. The ice cream man and the chef; the ball of nerves and the confident one; shy guy and the erotic dancer. We were opposite ends of the stick, but I think that’s what was making us get along so well together.

  “You ever made pasta before?” Piper asked as she rolled a thin dough out on the bench.

  I shook my head. “Can’t say I have.”

  She took me by the wrist and dragged me over into her workspace. Setting the sheet of dough into the pasta maker, she said, “Hold this gently over your fingers and turn the handle.”

  I followed her direction and the end result was a handful of pasta strands. “Congratulations Gil, you just made fettuccine.”

  I couldn’t believe how easy it was. But Piper was the one who’d done the hard yards by making the dough in the first place. I got back to my ice cream maker. “Your turn.”

  She cocked her head at me.

  I handed her the puree I’d made from the raspberries and pointed to the ice cream machine, where my other ingredients had already been deposited. “Pour it in for me?”

  Piper stepped in front of me. I pressed up behind her and my hands found her hips as she lifted the bowl over the opening. As she began to tip the bowl, I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Nice…and…slow….” My hands rubbed her hips and belly. “Let the machine stir it in so it ripples.” Piper sighed as I kissed her neck. “Now the coconut flakes.”

  Piper tipped those in, too. “God, Gil. You know how to turn a woman on.”

  I kissed her shoulder, smiling against her sun-kissed skin.

  “But I have cooking to do,” she pulled out of my grasp, “and so do you.”

  I tried to adjust my erection. “I’m glad I didn’t need a frozen bowl for this machine to work. We would’ve been in a whole world of trouble, otherwise.”

  Piper giggled to herself. She pointed at my hardness. “Nice try at cooling yourself down.”

  I shifted my crotch again. This time, we both laughed.

  By the time we were finished with our respective dishes, we were both sweaty and a little worn out. Piper’s previously perfect hair was sticking to the sides of her face and my skin glistened with perspiration. Piper peeled the chef’s jacket off and set it aside. She looked at my finished product—raspberry and coconut ice cream drizzled with white chocolate in a waffle basket. “God, Gil, that looks divine.”

  “Yours smells incredible. I can’t believe you made pasta from scratch.” I picked up a fork. “What’s the dish?”

  “Shrimp and asparagus fettuccine with dill.”

  I twisted some of the creamy pasta strands onto my fork, making sure to collect some of the prawns and greens with it and pushed it into my mouth. It was a flavour explosion. “Mm! You have some killer talent, Piper.”

  A troubled expression crossed her face.

  “Hey.” I swallowed my mouthful and nudged her shoulder. I indicated her pretty, scowling face. “What’s that about?”

  With a sigh, Piper sunk her spoon into the ice cream sundae. “Okay, I- I need to tell you something else about me.”

  My heart leapt for joy, but my head told me something terrible was about to happen. “You can tell me anything.”

  Hand pressed to her forehead, Piper strode back and forth in front of me, causing my anxiety to skyrocket. I caught her by the shoulders and turned her to me. “Piper, what is it?”

  “That’s just the thing—”

  “What is?” I pushed.

  “My name isn’t Piper.”

  My jaw dropped as she stiffened in my grasp. “What do you mean?”

  “There’s no such person as Piper May. It’s my stage name, my—”

  “Your stripper name,” I finished.

  “Yeah.”

  “So, when I was making love to you, whenever I shouted your name, I wasn’t shouting your name. Because that girl doesn’t exist?”

  “She does. But only to my clients.”

  I dropped my hands from her shoulders and I felt my body slump. “You didn’t trust me enough to tell me your real name?”

  “Don’t do that, Gil.”

  “Do what?” I demanded. “Expect to be respected? Expect the truth from you?”

  “My job is high risk, Gil. My family, my fellow chefs, my friends… no one knows a thing about what I do to pay my way! They can’t know! It doesn’t only protect me, it protects the people I care about and the other girls at Le Kitteh Haus—who all have professional lives outside of that club, by the way. I’m telling you now because I do trust you. Because I’m falling for you and because I know you’re a good man. You’re nothing like any of the other guys who come to that place. You’re not even anything like that friend of yours,
who hired me to dance for you.”

  “Don’t you lump my best mate in with those other blokes. He’s not like them!” I would always be loyal to Eric, no matter what. We were tight and would be until the end, no matter where our lives took us.

  “Oh, isn’t he? Did you ask him how he knew about the club? Because it’s not as if you can just walk in off the street!”

  “He told me exactly how he got us in there. His friend is in the C.I.A. That’s all I know.”

  “C.I.A.? Really? And you trust that? Let me tell you a little something about the C.I.A and the shady as fuck deals they make at Le Kitteh Haus. Or not! Because if I did, I’d probably wind up dead and you’d never even find my body!”

  “You know what I’ve noticed, Piper… or whatever your name is?”

  “What?” she huffed.

  My voice dropped to a scary, low level. “In all this bluster, you still didn’t tell me who you are.”

  Piper—or whoever she was—fell silent. Her chest heaved with emotion as we stared at one another in anger. A sadness seeped into me as I turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

  Why the fuck did I have to fall in love with an enigma?

  ERIC

  I

  slid my hand over the curve of her hip, enjoying the feel of her silken skin, warm and soft under my calloused palm. She slept soundly. I’d give anything to sleep like that, however, last night I’d slept better than I had in years. Speaking of last night, holy hell! EZee had turned out to be a wild and adventurous little vixen. It’d had blown my mind when she’s asked me to spank that luscious ass of hers. I’d been only too eager to comply. My dick jerked just remembering.

  Who knew the prim and proper yoga teacher would turn out to be a tigress in the bedroom? My back stung from the scratches she’d made when she’d raked her nails through my flesh the third time I fucked her and made her come. She screamed so loud I had to cover her mouth with my hand before someone called security. My index finger bore her teeth marks as evidence––it hadn’t hurt too bad, in fact, it had been a huge turn on for me. She’d been incredible. I did things to her I’d never done to any other woman and when she admitted she’d never done any of those things either, I believed her, and I admit, I was feeling pretty full of myself. She’d acted like a kid in a candy store trying sweets for the first time. Hands down, best sex I’d ever had. Not only that, I actually enjoyed her company. She was highly intelligent, had a great sense of humor, physically fit, and naturally beautiful.