The Stranger (Red Hot Fantasies)

by Opal Carew

  His fingers glided along the top of one cup, then continued over the smooth fabric. Her hard nipple throbbed as he grazed over it.

  He chuckled. "Beautiful." He stroked her aching nub again, sending lightning pleasure spiking through her. "You're very turned on."

  His lips, warm and firm, brushed against hers, then began to move. Gently. Her lips moved with his as quivers of excitement rippled through her. His tongue glided along the seam of her lips. Then drove inside. It filled her mouth, thrusting deep. His fingers curled around her neck and he drew her closer. When his lips parted from hers, she whimpered at the loss.

  He nuzzled her neck, sending goose bumps dancing along her flesh. He laughed warmly. "You really want this."

  Oh God, yes. She wanted this bad.

  He captured her lips again with his masterful mouth and his tongue filled her. This time, she opened for him, relaxing into his invasion. His firm tongue thrust in and out, in and out, until her heart pounded and she could barely breathe. His tongue filled her, then withdrew a little. She wanted him deep again, but he didn't thrust forward. She whimpered and nudged his tongue with hers, trying to coax him further. He glided a little deeper, but stopped. Damn. She sucked, pulling as hard as she could. He groaned, then relented. His tongue thrust into her, filling her again. Filling her mouth like she wanted him to fill her more private opening.

  He thrust several more times, storming her mouth until she was gasping, then he withdrew.

  "God, you are so sexy. And that mouth of yours is so talented," he murmured.

  He moved away, she didn't know how far, then she jumped as she felt his hot mouth on the swell of her breast. His finger stroked the top of the cup again, then he pulled it down. His lips surrounded her pebbled aureole, his tongue flicking her hard nub.

  "Oh, God," she whimpered.

  He tugged down the other cup, exposing her second nipple to the cool air, then covered it with his mouth and sucked. His fingers found the first nipple, still slick with his saliva. He toyed with it, sending wild spikes of sensation through her, shooting straight to her pussy.

  This man—this stranger—was licking and… oh, God, sucking, on her nipple. Leaving her trembling in need.

  "You like that?"

  "God, yes. Please, more."

  He chuckled. "I think it's time you give me a little something,"

  His mouth captured hers again, his tongue dancing inside, thrusting until she wanted to swoon.

  Then he stepped back.

  Where was he? Somewhere in the darkness, but she needed him back. She needed him to touch her. She heard the rustle of clothing.

  "What do you want?" she asked, her voice pleading. Whatever he wanted, she'd give him, because she wanted him to touch her again.

  He released the clips holding her wrists to the rings on the wall.

  "This." His hand slid around her head and drew it forward, and down. Her cheek brushed against hard, muscular—and naked—flesh. He turned her head until her lips brushed his skin, then guided her mouth sideways. She felt a bead-hard nub under her lips. She covered it with her mouth and licked, then sucked the nipple. He groaned, pulling her face tighter to his solid chest. She sucked more, then rested her hands against his broad chest. Her fingers found his other nipple and she squeezed it between her fingertips, then lightly kissed sideways until she found it with her mouth, then sucked.

  "Yes, God. That's it."

  At his encouragement, she sucked harder, and he groaned. She wanted to laugh out loud, loving the fact she was giving him pleasure. Her hand drifted down his taut stomach, over ridged abs, until she felt a leather belt, then jeans. She stroked over the denim and the impressive bulge growing there. She sucked his nipple again, excitement rippling through her at the catch in his breath.

  She glided her other hand down and fumbled as she tried to release his belt buckle. He brushed her hands aside and she heard a clink, then the sound of a zipper gliding open. He took her hand and pressed it to the denim again. She stroked over his bulge, her fingertips finding the opening in the fabric. She slid her hand inside.

  "Oh, God," she murmured as she felt hot, hard flesh stretched over a shaft as hard as marble. An enormous shaft.

  He chuckled and wrapped his hand around her head and pressed downward again. She sank to a crouching position in front of him, and drew his cock from his pants, wishing she could see the monster. She stroked his big cock in her hand, satisfying herself with imagining what it would look like. The big, bulbous head like a mushroom, veins pulsing along the shaft. She slid one hand downward to his balls. Hairless.

  She stroked his shaft, gliding up and down. Then she wrapped her hand tight around him, cupping his balls with her other hand, and drew that big cock-head to her face. It brushed her cheek. His musky male aroma filled her nostrils, sending heat pumping through her. She slid his cock along her cheek to her mouth, then licked the tip. A warm, salty drop of liquid oozed against her tongue. She opened wide and wrapped her lips around him. He groaned and pushed inside until his big cock-head filled her mouth. She squeezed him.

  "Ohhh." His deep groan excited her.

  Big fingers caressed her breast, then brushed against her straining nipple. Delicious sensations danced through her as she pushed forward, taking him deeper. He was huge, but she relaxed her muscles, allowing his shaft to push deep into her throat.

  "Fuck, yeah."

  He drew back, then pushed into her throat again. His fingers glided around her head and he thrust in and out of her mouth until she gagged. Immediately, he stopped.

  "Sorry, baby. I got carried away."

  But she didn't care. Molten desire flooded through her, making her feel wanton and brash. "No, do it. Fuck my mouth. Come in my mouth. Show me how much you want me. Let me taste your desire."

  "Oh, God." He clung to her head and pushed inside, but gently this time.

  His cock glided in and out of her mouth like a piston. Filling her, then drawing away, then filling her again. Her fingers curled around his muscular butt while his hands cupped her head. Gliding his cock into her. Her mouth stretched around him. She squeezed and he groaned. He sped up, his body tensing.

  "I'm going to come."

  She squeezed tighter around his hard cock and it exploded, hot liquid flooding her mouth. The sound of his groan quivered through her as he continued to drill into her, still gushing, hot semen seeping from her lips.

  He slowed, then finally stopped. His big cock softened, then slipped from her lips.

  "Damn, that was fucking hot."

  His hands grasped her shoulders and he turned her body, then she felt herself tumble backward. She gasped, but fell against something soft. The bed. Long, masculine fingers wrapped around her thighs and he pressed them wide, then she felt the mattress compress and his muscular legs press between them. His knees pressed her legs wider apart. Hot hands covered her breasts and gently squeezed.

  "You have incredible breasts." His mouth found her nipple and he sucked.

  She cried out at the exquisite pleasure.

  Fingertips danced down her stomach, then glided along the waistband of her panties. They dipped underneath, then with a sudden wrench, he tore them from her body.

  "God, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

  His tongue brushed below her navel, then he pushed her legs further apart and lapped at her slit. His tongue glided along her opening. She could feel the slick juice oozing from her and she moaned.

  "You like that?"

  "Yes. Please, more."

  He chuckled. "God, I love a woman who begs."

  He licked again. This time, the tip of his tongue brushed lightly against her clit.

  Then he drew away.

  Oh, God, she wanted more. She arched upward, but he didn't return.

  "Please, I want more."

  He pressed his tongue to her again, and nuzzled her clit, sending shimmers of excitement rippling through her.

  Again, he drew away. She realized he wan
ted her to beg.

  "Please, give me more."

  "Why?"

  She arched her pelvis. "Because I want more. I need more."

  "And what will you do if I give you more?"

  "I'll… um… I'll do anything you want."

  "That's good. I like that." His fingers brushed lightly across her face as he stroked her hair back. "But what I mean is what will happen if I give you more?" He nuzzled her ear, sending tremors through her, then murmured, "Tell me what it will do to you."

  "Oh, God, please, make me come."

  "You want me to eat your cunt until you explode in orgasm?"

  The coarse word almost made her wince, but it excited her, too. Pushed her far beyond her comfort zone.

  "Yes, that's what I want."

  "Tell me," he insisted.

  She sucked in a breath, her vagina clenching in need.

  "Please, lick my… cunt. Do it until I can't stand it anymore. Please make me come."

  "Oh, fuck, you are so sexy when you talk nasty like that."

  His mouth covered her cunt and his tongue slid along her slick slit. Then his hard tongue drove into her. It pulsed inside, then glided forward. To her clit.

  "Oh, God, yes."

  Pleasure thrummed through her, building. Hot, hard fingers speared into her slit, filling her as his tongue flickered over her sensitive bud. His fingers fucked her as his tongue drove her wild.

  "Oh, God, I'm…" The pleasure flooded through her, sweeping her away. "I'm going to—" She gasped for air as she catapulted into an earth-shattering orgasm. It blasted through her, echoed by her moan of ecstasy.

  She collapsed against the mattress, sucking in air.

  His cock brushed her lips and she licked him.

  "Take it inside again, baby." He fed his huge cock into her mouth, its hard length gliding deep into her throat.

  "I can't believe how deep you take me. You are so fucking good at that."

  She began to suck his massive cock, but he glided away.

  "Not this time, sweetheart."

  His legs moved between her thighs and he pressed them wide again. Anticipation quivered through her at the thought of his thick, hard cock pushing into her. His body shifted and she heard a crinkle, like a foil packet tearing open.

  A moment later, he stroked over her breasts, then pinched the nipples between his fingertips. Scorching pleasure blazed through her. He leaned forward and covered her nipple with his hot, wet mouth. His tongue lapped over her hard nub, then he sucked.

  His hand slid down her stomach, then lower, until his fingers found her moist flesh. He stroked her slit, gliding along the slick folds. She arched against him, whimpering.

  He found her clit, then teased it until she gasped for air, intense sensations coiling through her.

  "Oh, God, please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."

  Two big fingers slipped inside her. "Like this?"

  "No… oh… Yes," she cried as a third finger joined them, stretching her. Heat shimmered through her as she squeezed them. Her yearning surged as he stroked her passage.

  "Oh, yeah. Squeeze me, baby. I want to feel you do that to my dick."

  His fingers moved in and out like a piston and his thumb fluttered over her clit. Hot tendrils of pleasure coiled through her.

  "Yes." She tossed her head back and forth, squeezing him tighter as the pleasure blazed through her. "Oh, God."

  He nuzzled her neck. "You're close, aren't you baby?"

  She answered with a soft moan.

  He pulsed a couple more times, then drew his fingers free and lightly flicked her clit. She gasped as intense pleasure shot through her.

  Then his fingers slipped away. The delicious heat inside her dwindled.

  "Oh, God, no. Don't stop."

  He chuckled, then she felt his hard cock-head nudge against her damp folds. She whimpered at the intensely arousing sensation. She arched against him, wanting him to drive into her. But he didn't. The tip of his rock-hard cock glided along her slick flesh.

  "Oh, please, fuck me."

  He chuckled again, ignoring her plea. She gasped at the feel of his hot, moist mouth surrounding her nipple, then he sucked. Hard.

  "Oh, I'm so close, I need—"

  She gasped as his thick cock drove into her, filling her with one sudden thrust. Stretching her mercilessly.

  Oh, God, it felt so good.

  "I'm going to fuck you now." He nuzzled her temple, sending tingles along her neck. "And you will scream my name," he murmured.

  She quivered as his cock glided along her passage, .

  "But…" She gasped as he thrust forward again, filling her tight passage with his enormous cock. Her insides ached at the overwhelming pleasure.

  "I know. I'm a stranger. But pretend my name is Cam."

  She squeezed her muscles around his shaft, and trembled, close to coming again.

  "Please, fuck me, Cam. Make me come with your enormous cock."

  He groaned and drew back, then thrust into her. Then again. His rock-hard cock filled her again and again. Pleasure washed through her. Her insides throbbed with a growing need. He pulsed inside her, gliding in and out. His cock-head dragged on her vagina in an erotic caress.

  "You are so God-damned, fucking hot." His lips nuzzled her neck, then he sucked on her flesh as he thrust even deeper.

  "Oh, God, yes." Her head spun at the overwhelming delight pulsing through her. "Oh, God. I'm—"

  He plunged deep again. "Say it. Let me hear you say it."

  "You're going to make me…" Pleasure catapulted through her, stealing her breath. She sucked in air and he rammed into her again. Her senses ignited. "Oh, God. Cam. " She gasped. "You're… making me… Ohhh…" she moaned. "Come."

  His hips pivoted, spiraling his cock within her, plunging her into ecstasy. She seemed to fly through the air, defying gravity, as an intense orgasm flooded her senses with cataclysmic joy.

  "Cam." His name burst from her mouth in an intense wail of bliss.

  His mouth covered hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Then his body stiffened and he jerked against her, his cock pulsing inside her as he groaned.

  He thrust a few more times, then slowed. Finally, he collapsed against her, holding the bulk of his weight on his elbows, which she felt resting beside her shoulders.

  His breath rasped against her throat as his lips nuzzled her skin, then he captured her lips. His tongue glided into her mouth in a gentle caress. When their lips parted, she sighed, then snuggled against him. He held her close, stroking her hair.

  It was heaven being held in his arms like this. She didn't know him, but she felt a connection. There was a warmth in his touch she hadn't expected. It was sure and strong, yet gentle and loving. And he seemed in no rush to leave.

  As she lay there, she yearned to pull off her blindfold and see his face… to ask him if he felt a connection, too, and if maybe he would want to see where this might lead.

  But he was a stranger and the fantasy was only for this one night.

  The desire to breach that promise and ask for more became unbearable, so she drew away and sat up.

  It had been freeing having sex with a man without having to worry about the dating process. The inane small talk. Trying to impress him. This had been just about the sex. Nothing more. Just pleasuring each other.

  It was exactly what she'd wanted. Exactly what she'd needed.

  Why, then, did she have this deep desire to be with him again? To get to know him? But if she did that, it would become awkward and weird.

  Damn it, of course it would be weird. She'd just screwed a total stranger. He wouldn't want to have a relationship with her. He had probably been thrilled at having hot sex with a willing woman who didn't even want to know who he was, let alone continue in a relationship. Wasn't that every guy's fantasy?

  Everything they'd done was just a fantasy. That was the arrangement. She had agreed to it. Now they would part. She would never know who he really was.

>   Her heart ached. It was all pretend.

  He kissed her again, then took her hands and drew her to her feet.

  "You are so beautiful standing there, mussed and naked."

  She could hear the smile in his voice.

  "Now give me a minute to collect my clothes."

  She heard the rustle of fabric, and suddenly felt extremely vulnerable standing there totally naked and blindfolded, while he must now be fully dressed.

  His lips brushed hers again.

  "Good-bye, sweetheart." He kissed her cheek this time. "Now wait until you hear the door close before you take off the blindfold. Promise?"

  She nodded, worried her voice would crack if she spoke.

  The door clicked closed. She didn't even bother to count. She just stood in the darkness, fighting the intense desire to run after him.

  * * *

  The next week she met Becca for lunch at a bistro near the market. Jan hurried to the restaurant door, running a little late, then glanced around and spotted Becca at a table by the window.

  "Hey, there." Jan set her purse on the spare chair and sat down across from Becca.

  "Hi. How are you doing?"

  "Great."

  The waitress came by and took their order, then hurried away to get their drinks.

  "So, you didn't have much to say Friday night." Becca stared at her with a concerned expression. "You said it went okay, but… you don't regret doing it, do you?"

  "No, I'm glad I did it. It was really exciting."

  The waitress arrived and set their drinks in front of them, then hurried to another table.

  "What's wrong then?" Becca asked.

  "Nothing's wrong, really, it's just that… Well, I just wish I could see him again."

  Becca smiled. "You mean, see him for the first time?"

  Jan smiled, too. "Well, yes, that would be nice. But I mean… I just feel we had a connection. I wish I had a chance to explore that." She sipped her drink.

  "Well, maybe you can."

  Jan's gaze darted from her glass to Becca's face, and the mischievous grin on her face. "What do you mean?"

  Becca pulled an envelope from her purse and handed it to Jan. She opened it and pulled out a sheet of paper with a note written in bold, masculine handwriting. Would you join me for another fantasy? It was signed Your Fantasy Stranger.