by Opal Carew
Oh, God, this couldn’t really be a stranger?
The thought sent tremors through her. Did she really want it to be a stranger?
His hand stroked over her shoulder, then down the front of her dress, caressing lightly over one breast before settling on her waist. He drew her back against him. She could feel a large bulge against her backside.
He was clearly as turned on as she was.
He pressed her forward, more tightly against the pole. It pressed between her breasts . . . and her thighs. He stroked around her waist, then down her buttocks. Not quite ready for him to steal under her dress, she arched forward. The cold steel pushed against her mound. She felt the fabric of her dress slip away—he was tugging it upward—and the cold metal pushed against her hot, wet opening.
The hand behind her slid under her dress and cupped her buttock. His other hand slid around to her other buttock and he lifted her slightly, pushing her slit against the pole. Her vagina clenched in need and she pressed her knees together. He pivoted her hips forward until her clit rubbed against the metal. Her shoulders dropped back against him.
He kissed her neck, then shifted his hands around to her breasts, still encased in the cotton of her halter top, as he held her against the pole with his body. He cupped her breasts and massaged them in his hands. Different from how J.M. did. A little firmer in his grip. His fingers a little longer.
He nibbled her earlobe, whispers of his warm breath tickling her ear, driving her wild. He released her breasts, then she felt his hands behind her neck, and her top fell free. His hands cupped her once again. Warm, masculine hands on her naked flesh. Her nipples blossomed against his palms as he caressed her. She moaned.
One hand glided down her stomach and his body eased back, releasing her from the pole. He cupped her hot, wet mound and she arched against him . . . wanting . . . needing . . . the pressure of his hand. First one finger slid inside her, then another. He swirled around, then glided in and out. A third finger slid inside and he thrust a couple of times. She rested against his solid chest, allowing him to glide within her. His thumb found her clit and she gasped. With his other hand, he stroked up her neck, then his finger brushed her lips and glided into her mouth. She sucked on him, then he withdrew. A moment later, his wet finger stroked over her nipple, like a damp tongue licking her. So many sensations danced within her. She felt faint from pleasure.
She reached around behind her and stroked over that impressive bulge. She found his zipper and drew it down. She wanted to touch him. To hold his hard cock in her hand and stroke it. She reached inside and wrapped her hand around him.
Oh, God, this was not J.M. He was thicker . . . not quite as long. . . .
Tremors quivered through her belly . . . but she wanted him. She did not want to stop now.
She stroked her hand the length of him. His cock hardened even more . . . became like a hot steel rod. She released him and widened her legs, then arched forward against the pole, raising her derriere. He nuzzled her ear.
“You are one incredible turn-on,” he murmured, low enough so the imaginary passengers wouldn’t hear.
Not J.M.’s voice.
But she didn’t care. He was her sexy stranger and she wanted him. Bad.
He cupped her buttocks with both hands, caressing her in circles. She angled her body forward more, bumping her ass against him. Taking the hint, he drew his hand from her ass, then slid it over her slick opening. His hand slid away and his cock pressed forward, dragging along her slit. She moaned at the feel of the hard flesh stimulating her. His cock glided along her several times, then his cockhead bumped against her opening, seeking entry. She leaned forward, changed the angle of her body more, inviting him in.
“Oh, doll, you are something else.”
He pushed forward and his cockhead pressed into her a little at a time. She clung to the cold metal pole as his hot, stiff pole pushed deeper and deeper, stretching her.
Once he was fully immersed, he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her tight to him.
“No one in the subway is aware of what you’re doing,” J.M. said. There was no interruption in the music. He was really speaking now. And his voice sounded a little hoarse. No doubt he was turned on by the sight of the stranger taking her from behind.
The stranger drew back, his cockhead dragging on her inner passage, then glided forward again, filling her.
“There are people all around you. You can’t see the stranger who is touching you . . . making love to you. He’s just a hard body in the darkness. But in the magic of this moment, you can talk, or make sounds . . . and hear words . . . without anyone else being aware of anything but silence. You can tell him what you want.”
“Tell me, gorgeous.” He drew out, then thrust forward again. “What do you want?”
His hand stroked up her stomach, then brushed over her nipple. She moaned as the hard nub pulsed with pleasure. He squeezed it between his fingers.
She wanted to talk to him. “I want . . .” She didn’t know what words to use.
He drove into her again and she pushed back to meet him.
“Kara, in the darkness, you can use whatever words you want.”
She focused on J.M.’s soothing voice.
“No one will judge. No one will even know.”
“I . . . want you to fuck me.” The word felt strange coming from her mouth, but it felt erotic and . . . oh, God, so sexy. “I want you to drive into my pussy . . . fast . . . and hard.”
“Oh, yeah, gorgeous.”
He thrust forward, driving into her deep, pushing her tight against the pole. The hard metal squeezed against her clit and she tightened her thighs against the pole, squeezing the stranger’s cock inside her, too.
She whimpered at the intense pleasure. He released her nipple and wrapped his arm around her and the pole, pulling her tighter against it, and cupped her other breast.
He thrust again. His hands wrapped around her hips. Every time he thrust into her, he pulled her tight to him.
“Would you like your nipples sucked?” the stranger asked. He thrust forward. Driving deep.
“Ohhh . . . yes . . . but . . .”
He thrust again.
“Don’t . . . stop. . . .”
She almost jumped as she felt a mouth cover her nipple.
J.M.
Oh, God, he was touching her, too . . . but only his mouth.
His tongue rolled her nipple around, then he sucked.
“Oh, God . . . yes.”
Every nerve ending quivered with sensation.
The stranger drove his rock-hard cock into her again and J.M. teased and sucked on her nipple. Her fingers spiked through J.M.’s hair while her other hand continued to cling to the pole.
Intense pleasure pummeled through her with each thrust of the cock inside her. J.M. caressed her other breast as he sucked again and the pleasure intensified.
“I’m going to come, gorgeous. But I want you with me.”
He thrust faster. J.M. sucked harder. Raging pleasure rippled through every part of her . . . then she burst into orgasm. He thrust forward again and liquid heat filled her.
She moaned, clinging to the pole as ecstasy pulsed through her.
Her handsome stranger drew her to a standing position and gave her a quick squeeze, then stepped back. His cock slipped from her body.
She’d just had an absolutely incredible orgasm . . . but she wanted more. Somewhere along the way, J.M. had released her breast. She reached out for him and clutched a handful of shirt. She pulled him toward her, then found his face and drew it to hers. As soon as their lips touched, his arms tugged her against him, his mouth plundering hers, his tongue delving into her. She stroked down his chest and fumbled with his jeans, quickly releasing his hard cock. She stroked him.
“Fuck me, J.M.”
“Oh, God, Kara.”
She guided his cock to her wet opening and eased it inside. He pulled her against him, driving his cock into her. She w
rapped her legs around him, then felt the metal pole at her back as he used it to steady her.
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” she cried.
He drove into her again . . . and again. Immediately, another orgasm washed through her.
“Come inside me. Just like the stranger did.”
To her complete satisfaction, she felt his cock release inside her, the hot semen filling her with pleasure.
She squeezed her legs tightly around him, as if pulling him deeper would give her more of him.
“Ohhh . . . Yes!”
The intense joy washing through her heightened . . . then slowly ebbed, leaving her sated and . . . exultant.
J.M. captured her mouth again in a passionate kiss, then he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room. He eased her down onto the bed. She felt his fingers at the back of her head, then the blindfold released. She glanced around quickly, but saw no sign of the stranger.
“He’s gone.”
J.M. tugged down the zipper of her dress—the top already hung at her waist. She arched upward to allow him to pull the garment down and off. She climbed into bed as he shed his clothes, then he climbed in beside her.
“It really was a stranger,” she murmured, gazing into his simmering brown eyes.
He smiled. “Of course. But you knew that even before he touched you.”
She nodded. He drew her into his arms and she snuggled against him.
“You know, I tend to forget that I’m a little more free about sex than most people. I hope that wasn’t too much for you.”
“Not at all.”
“Any regrets?” he asked.
All kinds of negative voices rippled through her mind, but she pushed them aside. What they’d just done was sex between consenting adults. Playing out a fantasy. It was wild and sexy. She always encouraged her readers to push their boundaries and follow their bliss. Why shouldn’t she?
“No regrets. That was a truly incredible experience.” She kissed J.M., stroking his lips with hers. “Thank you for making it happen.”
He caressed her cheek tenderly. “Thank you for letting me be a part of it.”
She sighed in his embrace, loving the feel of his strong arms around her, and gave herself over to sleep.
After the morning sessions, Kara went to the lobby and sat down in one of the plush chairs in the reception area to wait for J.M. so they could go to lunch. She spotted him walking toward her from the escalator. A smile curled his lips when he saw her and warmth filled her at the sight.
She stood up and walked toward him.
“Hi,” he said. “I talked to Grace this morning, and she’s going to join us for lunch. Grace suggested a restaurant already. That okay with you?”
“Sure. I take it it’s not the one in the hotel, so I’d better go get my coat.”
“Actually, good news. Grace discovered there’s a skywalk right from the hotel to a whole shopping center, and there are a number of sit-down restaurants. No need to brave the snow.”
“Great. Lead on.”
She linked her arm with his and followed him to a special elevator. After a short ride up, they walked down a hall, then across a skywalk over the street. A moment later, they stepped into a large shopping mall.
“Over this way,” J.M. said. “It’s called the Black Swan.”
She followed him past several clothing boutiques, a jewelry store with glittering diamond rings and gold chains in the window, and a store with an eclectic mix of household decor items.
“There it is.” He pointed at a place with darkened windows and a heavy wooden door with a stained-glass inset.
He opened the door for her and she stepped inside. A huddle of people filled the entryway.
“It looks like a line.” She glanced at her watch. They had only an hour before the afternoon sessions began. “I wonder if we’ll have time.”
“Grace said she’d get here early to grab a table. Wait here while I go check.”
She nodded and stepped to the side as she watched J.M. disappear into the crowd. As she waited, watching the hostess pick up some menus and lead three people away, a familiar voice sent a tingle down her spine.
Her sexy anonymous stranger.
Twelve
Kara tilted her head, but couldn’t detect it again. . . . Wait, there it was. She couldn’t make out the words, but it was definitely the man from last night.
“I found them.” J.M.’s voice, and his touch on her arm, startled her. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I . . . uh . . . I think I heard . . . someone I know.” She didn’t want to tell him she thought she’d heard the man who’d made love to her last night. Although she didn’t know anything about him, even what he looked like, J.M. obviously did. Would he feel he had to introduce them? She did not want that to happen.
“Do you want to find your friend and invite her to join us?” J.M. asked.
“No. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay. The hostess said Grace is already here so she’ll take us to the table.”
He rested his hand on the small of her back and guided her through the crowd. The hostess returned after seating another two people and smiled.
“Ready?” She led them around a corner to a table near the front window.
“Hi, Kara. J.M.” Grace said. “As you can see, J.M., I ran into a friend of yours.”
Beside Grace sat a tall, handsome guy with straight, light brown hair, cut short on the sides and longer on top, with errant strands falling across his forehead in a sexy fashion. He had a strong jaw, full lips, and deep sea blue eyes.
“Quinn. What are you doing here?” J.M. asked.
“I went to Grace’s workshop and introduced myself afterward. She knows we’re friends, so she invited me for lunch.”
That voice. Kara’s heart thundered in her chest. Oh, God, this was her anonymous stranger.
“You must be Kara.” Quinn smiled broadly, no obvious sign of recognition in his face as he offered his hand, but he absolutely knew who she was. How could he not?
She hesitated, then placed her hand in his. Immediately, a quiver raced along her arm.
“Well, buddy,” Quinn continued, his gaze never wavering from her face, her hand still enveloped in his, “we’re a couple of lucky guys. We’re with the two most beautiful women at the conference.”
He brushed his lips along the back of her hand in a delicate kiss. Her knees went weak.
Oh, God. His voice. His charm. At the same time that she wanted to crawl away and hide, she wanted to climb into his lap and kiss those devilish smiling lips of his while he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her close. She could imagine his cock hardening between their bodies, then it gliding into her . . . his hard, thick shaft filling her.
Good heavens. Fantasizing about hot sex in the middle of a restaurant with a total stranger . . . who’d already made love to her while she wore a blindfold last night . . . This was so unlike her. What was J.M. doing to her?
J.M. pulled out a chair and she sat down, then he sat beside her. Quinn sat facing her.
All through lunch, her blood sizzled with awareness. She barely heard their conversation, trying her best to remain invisible.
“You haven’t said much, honey,” Grace said over coffee. “Are you feeling okay? You seem a little flushed.”
“Fine. Just a little . . . tired.” Her cheeks flushed hotter as she wondered if either of the men took that as a reference to her not getting much sleep because she’d been busy doing other things in bed last night.
Quinn glanced at his watch. “Well, I hate to break up the party, but I’ve got to get back early to prepare for my workshop.”
“I’m the only one here not giving a workshop at this conference.” Although Kara wrote a sex column, she felt out of her depth with these three very real sex experts.
“You’re working here in a different way.” Grace turned to Quinn. “Kara interviewed Jeremy for a sex colu
mn she writes for Urban Woman magazine.”
“Really?” He sent her a devilish grin. “Well, maybe you’d like to interview me, too. I can tell you all about Kama Sutra.” He winked. “And plenty of other interesting things about sex, too. I bet your readers would be fascinated.”
She nodded, unable to utter a word. She was sure her readers would be fascinated by a great many things about Quinn, especially her experience with him last night.
Quinn took a final sip of his coffee and tossed some money on the table.
“If you two don’t mind, I’ll go with Quinn,” Grace said.
“It’s okay with me,” J.M. said. “Kara and I can relax over coffee, and talk.”
Grace picked up her purse, then smiled at J.M. and leaned toward him.
“He’s great,” she whispered, nudging her head toward Quinn.
Kara watched Quinn and Grace leave the restaurant, then pass by the window on their way back to the hotel.
“Grace is hoping to go out with him, right?” she asked.
J.M. nodded.
“Do you think that’ll work out?”
“Probably not.” He caught her gaze. “Especially since you want to see him again.”
Her blood froze in her veins and she fiddled with her napkin. “See him again?”
“Come on, Kara, I know you recognized him.” He leaned forward. “Look, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward position.” He smiled and took her hand. “You handled the situation admirably.”
“You think he knows?”
He chuckled. “Of course he knows.” He stroked her cheek. “I know he was dazzled by your naked beauty, but still . . . a blindfold isn’t much of a disguise.”
Her cheeks flushed hotly.
“Don’t worry about it. He enjoyed last night . . . and he will be totally discreet. He’ll never acknowledge what happened unless you’d like him to.”
A ripple of excitement flashed across her skin. She licked her lips, thinking of Quinn’s hard, masculine body pressed to hers.
