Intimate Stranger

by Jan Springer

  Yanking the door open, he pushed-carried her inside and placed her on her feet.

  He froze when he noticed how truly red her face was.

  “You look like a damn lobster!”

  She flinched at his shout but then smiled as if enjoying his anger.

  “At this moment I wish I were one dangling over a pot of boiling water. I’m so cold and my eyes are stinging like mad. I’m sure sand got into them.”

  Her eyes remained closed, tears mingling with the rain.

  He jumped into action. Prying open her left eyelid, he gazed into her bloodshot eye and then quickly checked the other.

  He sighed with relief, “You’re right. It’s sand.”

  The clicking of her teeth chattering together made him burst into action. Prying off her raincoat, he began to lead her down the hall.

  “We can clean your eyes out in the shower. What the hell were you doing out there?” he asked as once again anger brushed through him like a red-hot torch.

  “I forgot to shut the shutters on the shed down by the wharf. I knew if I didn’t shut them the wind would blow out the windows and probably shove the old shed out to sea too. I guess I shouldn’t care so much about the building. But my uncle built it and it has sentimental value. Oh boy, listen to me moan about this place and here I was already to sell.”

  She inhaled and continued talking despite her chattering teeth. He wondered if maybe her chattiness was due to shock.

  “God, I didn’t think it would get this bad this fast. I’d just finished closing the shutters when a blast of wind blew the sand up from the beach and hit me square in the face. I managed to get to the picnic table and thought I’d better stay there until I could get the sand out. But then the lights went out and no matter how hard I tried to get the sand out of my eyes I couldn’t see…”

  Her voice lowered to a lusty whisper that made Chance’s breath catch.

  “And I knew you’d come to my rescue again.”

  Come to her rescue. Like a fucking hero. He was far from being a hero by bringing danger into her life. Anger sparked his already short fuse and he ushered her quicker down the hall toward the bathroom.

  Flicking on the lights, he suddenly realized how shaky his legs felt as he led her into the room. Man, she’d scared the shit out of him disappearing like that.

  “Stay right here,” he instructed, trying to ignore the crisp edge to his voice. Making sure she stood still, he turned on the hot and cold faucets until he had the right mix of heat for her.

  “Okay, I can leave you here and you can get off your clothes…”

  “I think I need you to stay,” she whispered, and smiled. His stomach did a rather interesting flip that he really like when she smiled at him this way.

  Sultry. Sexy.

  Oh fuck. If he stayed here and helped her undress, he couldn’t be responsible for what happened between them. Could he?

  “I mean, I can’t see, so how can I get undressed?”

  There, she was smiling and it wasn’t a friendly thank-you smile. The cute way her lips were curved made his cock harden in remembrance at how fantastic she’d done oral on him.

  Man, didn’t she know what a lethal smile she had?

  Suddenly he was unable to speak. Unable to think as he got her message loud and clear.

  She wanted sex. Shower sex.

  Oh boy.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chance’s erotic male scent invaded Emily’s nostrils like a jolt of intoxicating fire and her body reacted. Boy! Did her body ever react!

  Sensations sizzled into her abdomen. Wild heat melted through her breasts and she swore she could feel them tighten against her clothing. She suddenly wanted him so bad her cold skin turned warm and burned for the caress of his fingers.

  She wanted him.

  Under her. Around her. On her. Inside her.

  Oh God. What in the world was wrong with her? Wanting an almost total stranger in the same way she’d always wanted her late husband?

  Instinctively she knew he sensed her desires. It was in the way he touched her. The way his fingers gently wiped her wet hair from her chilled face. The sultry way his fingers trailed along her neck, moving downward, meeting his other hand as they settled on the lapels of her wet raincoat.

  “If I help you out of your clothes, I can’t be held responsible for what I do to you,” he whispered in a hoarse voice that suddenly sounded so much like Steve’s.

  Oh, she had to stop thinking of Steve. She wanted this man. Richard or Chance or whatever the hell his name was. She would ask questions about his name later. Right now she wanted him to warm her and make her blood boil.

  “Lean forward so we can get the sand out of your eyes with the water,” he said.

  She felt his hands release the raincoat. Felt an arm cradle her belly while he leaned her over the tub with his other hand.

  “Turn your face upward.”

  She did as he asked and she heard him withdraw the shower hose from the hanger.

  “Here it comes.”

  Warm water slashed into her cold face like little jolts of fire, and she forced herself to squint her eyes open. Letting the soothing water pool into her eyes, she blinked and felt the burn begin to ease.

  “Better?” he asked after a few moments.

  She nodded, and he eased her away from the shower, replacing the shower hose on the handle.

  Slowly, erotically, he unzipped her raincoat and moved the garment over her shoulders, letting it fall into a dripping heap on the floor.

  Suddenly she wanted to touch him and surprise flashed in his eyes as she reached up and gently traced her fingertips over the water droplets dangling along the gentle raise of his right cheekbone and the sensual shape of his slightly bristled jaw.

  He inhaled sharply as her index finger wandered into the deep cleft of his chin. The pulse throbbed there in his neck.

  “Emily…” he whispered with softness in his voice.

  “You like that do you?”

  “Like isn’t quite the word I had in mind.”

  His large hands cupped the sides of her hips and he pulled her against him. She relished the powerful pressure of his body. Absolutely loved the fascinating way his eyes sparkled with desire as he looked into her eyes. His exotic look only encouraged another round of intense heat to uncurl into her very core.

  A flash of lightning lit the bathroom window and thunder cracked violently rattling the soap dish on the nearby counter.

  Chance didn’t so much as blink as he gazed into her eyes.

  “You seem to be getting used to loud noises,” she said, referring to the night he’d first arrived and been so jumpy when she’d settled the plate of food on the railing for him.

  “You seem to have a calming effect on me.”

  “I don’t think calm is quite the word I had in mind for it,” she teased as she boldly pressed her lower abdomen against his exquisite hard bulge. A sexy groan escaped his lips and in a flash his mouth lowered to claim hers.

  With his hands tightening on her hips, she felt the eager pressure of his hot lips as it seared a path straight into her pussy. Parting her mouth, she tasted his erotic power as his tongue entered and explored, probed and stroked. She arched her back and pressed harder into his erection, and her fingers trembled with a mind of their own as they quickly worked at unzipping his raincoat. The zipper caught a couple of times, and with a sudden burst of impatience, she yanked at it until it loosened and she was able to slip the coat over his broad shoulders. His invigorating body heat washed against her and she kissed him harder.

  Abruptly he broke the magical kiss and impatiently shrugged off his shirt.

  In the light, she could see the scars lacing his chest and wondered what they were from. Small round ones that looked like burns and others were fine, thin lines lashed across his chest.

  Now, however, was not the time to question him about his name. For if she did, she knew it would break the mood. He was a man of secrets. A mys
tery. She had the feeling he would always hide a part of him from her. She didn’t know how she knew this or why she knew it. She just did.

  It was stormy outside and no one would be coming for hours if not days. She had time for her questions. At this moment, she just wanted to be with him. Wanted to be loved and fucked and to forget how much she missed Steve.

  He began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers trembling with apparent disuse at such an intimate task. Impatience urged her to help him, and in a moment her blouse and bra joined his clothing on the floor. Her swollen breasts spilled free and he inhaled as he looked at her.

  His eyes were darkening into pools of brilliant blue and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

  Masculine fingers trailed a scorching blaze along the outside curves of her breasts downward to cup the undersides of her breasts. His large thumbs arced up to provocatively caress her sensitive nipples, which instantly hardened into sweetly painful rosebuds.

  She knew this ecstasy. Had experienced it under Steve’s confident hands. Chance’s lips caressed hers in tender, whispered strokes and his touches evoked such a raging heat in her breasts she couldn’t help but moan.

  She touched his warm hairy chest. Smoothed her palms over his taut muscles and explored the thin raised scars that crisscrossed his chest. At first he tensed beneath her touches, and for a split second she thought he didn’t wish to continue. She felt so hot at this moment, she swore if he decided he didn’t want her she would scream bloody murder.

  But then he relaxed, his searing hands lowering from her tight breasts to slip beneath the waistband of her pants. Then he got down onto his knees, peeling her pants and underwear over her hips, down her legs until she quickly stepped out of them.

  She moaned as his warm hands dipped between her thighs and widened her legs. She cried out as his head moved between her legs and a hot tongue lashed her labia and licked her clit.

  The muscles of her lower abdomen tightened and sweet moistness smoothed down her pussy, readying her for penetration. She was breathing hard as his tongue teased her clit. Touching her, poking her, licking her until her legs trembled and she was gasping at the erotic intensity of pleasure. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire, burning with need. Yearning to be filled by his cock.

  Oh God! Every nerve fiber inside of her was suddenly needing him to be inside her.

  “Chance?” she called out his name, and she could barely hear her cry above the gush of the shower water. Called out his name maybe to make sure this was actually happening and not a dream.

  She gasped as two fingers suddenly slipped into her vagina. He felt thick and so perfect as he began to thrust. He did it perfectly, bringing her right to the edge of a climax she knew would have her screaming.

  And then he backed off.

  “No God,” she moaned, grabbing for his shoulders, ready to press her pussy into the top of his head and start gyrating herself to climax.

  But he was pulling away, standing up, and when she looked down between them, she could see the huge bulge pressing against his jeans.

  Sweet mercy! She needed him so bad. He was like a drug and she needed a fix of him. Needed him now!

  His eyes were heated and so full of desire as he looked at her. His look had her shivering in its fierce intensity. How could he want her so much? How could this attraction have happened so quickly between them?

  Questions for later.

  “Shower sex,” he croaked, and then quickly asked. “Condoms?”

  Yes, condoms. Thank God, at least he was clearheaded this time. Somewhere at the back of her mind she remembered him saying he had a low sperm count as well as he was clean.

  Who needed condoms? Safe sex be damned.

  No, she had to play safe. Had to.

  Turning on trembling legs, she thrust open the nearby cabinet door, grabbed the box and plopped it down on the counter. In the mirror, she caught him sliding off his jeans and underwear. Her heart cracked against her ribs as she watched his cock spring free.

  Oh, such a wonderfully shaped cock. Long and thick and so much like Steve’s.

  Her breath caught at the sheer size of him. This was the first time she’d seen him in light and he was definitely as big as he’d felt sliding into her the other night.

  Just like Steve.

  The teasing whisper slipped from that cavern where she’d chased all her thoughts of her late husband.

  Looking away from the mirror and down at his erection, she watched in stunned fascination as his cock continued to lengthen and swell. His cock head slid from its sheath and she grew hotter at the thought of having him plunging into her.

  He reached down and grabbed the base, and for a minute she wanted to go down on him, but he shook his head, instructing her to step into the shower.

  The hot water cascaded over her shoulder muscles as she did his bidding. When she looked around, eagerly expecting him to join her, she noticed he had opened a far drawer and withdrawn a package.

  Letting go of his swollen cock, he flipped open the small box and lifted out a plastic-wrapped item. At first she didn’t know what it was but when she spied a tube of lube already on the counter, and then the small item he was now soaping in his hand, she knew.

  Oh my God! She knew! It was a butt plug.

  Her pussy creamed as it had never creamed before. She felt the sticky wetness drip down the insides of her legs. Inhaled at the excitement slicing through her like a torch.

  Lifting his head, he caught her watching. His eyes were so dark, she wondered how she’d never noticed how carnal the color of blue could truly be. There was a question in his eyes.

  Did she want this?

  She found herself nodding and biting her lower lip.

  Yes oh yes, she wanted this. Wanted to be prepared for anal.

  Moments later when he stepped into the shower to join her, she thought she would go wild with need. She was suddenly feeling so spicy hot she could barely stand it.

  She watched him settle the plug onto the nearby soap dish. Watched with both fear of the unknown and curiosity as he handed her the tube.

  “You do the honors,” he said. His voice sounded strangled and she could feel his excitement crackling like lightning between them.

  Holding her breath, she squirted a generous amount of lube into his left palm. In the erotic books she read they always squirted a generous amount for anal. And she suddenly felt weird thinking that her sex life over the last years had been so nonexistent that she’d masturbated while reading those types of books. But she pushed aside the feeling quickly as she also realized how handy those stories would come in now.

  He said nothing but she knew to turn herself so he would have access to her ass. Grabbing the showerhead from the stand, she bent over and aimed at her breasts. The harsh, warm jet of water splashing against her tender nipples made her cry out. The touch of his lubed finger prodding against her sphincter muscle arched shock through her and the feeling of awe at what was about to happen shook her to the foundation of her very soul. No one had ever touched her there and yet here was Chance, a man she barely knew, touching her so intimately, so perfectly that she found herself widening her legs, wanting his fingers prodding into her.

  The lube felt cool, and heated sensations gripped her as her anus stretched at his inserting finger.

  “Tight. So tight,” he moaned. She could hear the appreciation in his voice. The strangled desire.

  Inside her, the yearning exploded and a fear of the unknown screamed through her.

  Gently he moved a finger around until her muscles began to relax beneath his probing. As if sensitive to her diminishing fear, he began a slow, erotic stroke into her ass and had her panting in no time flat. Needing more stimulation on her breasts, she quickly adjusted the water jets to a more powerful setting.

  He added a second lubed finger, the cool gel soothing the bite of pain as the finger stretched her oh-so perfectly that she couldn’t stop the strangled cry as an erotic bite of pai
n zipped through her. Instinctively she knew she needed to relax. She heard him murmur approval as she inhaled a few deep calming breaths. Heard slurping sounds and felt the lube slip and slide as he stroked his two fingers into her like a cock.

  His other hand came to her hip, branding her there, holding her while he plunged gently. Her legs were trembling. Her pussy weeping with need.

  Using her fingers from her free hand she plucked and tweaked her nipples and darted the showerhead to between her legs, allowing the pulse of the water to hit her plump, hot clitoris.

  His fingers continued to stroke in and out of her ass, and the pulsing water against her clit brought her quickly to the edge of bliss. Pleasure erupted and she thrust her finger into her vagina, sucking breaths as the climax took over. Somewhere at the back of her mind she knew it would probably be similar to this but on a larger scale if she were ever double penetrated.

  Yes, she’d fantasized about a ménage with two men but knew in her heart she could never do it. This would be the closest she would come.

  Pleasure sensations zipped through her and she rode the waves. Rode them nice and hard. Bucked and gyrated her hips until she felt nothing but exquisite happiness and extreme satisfaction. When her climax throbbed away, she felt the flared, lubed tip of the butt plug slip past her tight muscles.

  She stilled at this new invasion. In the throes of ecstasy, she hadn’t even realized he’d withdrawn his fingers. Her dazed mind quickly tried to catch up to what had happened while her body had been in explosive pleasure mode.

  “Easy,” Chance murmured.

  A warm hand smoothed over her left ass cheek and she concentrated on how wonderful that felt. As the plug entered, she felt a bite of pain. It was a pain she’d never experienced. It was intoxicating. Addictive.

  She jerked at the intrusion. Gasped as the flared part of the plug pressed into her and then it stopped.

  “Finished,” he said.

  “No, you’re not. Far from finished,” Emily teased as she straightened and tried to ignore the pressure in her ass.