Beneath the table, his knees bumped hers. The denim brushed the bare skin of her legs, sending a shiver of pleasure through her. Leaning in, Nick brought his lips to her ear.
‘Thanks,’ he whispered. Warm breath stirred her hair. The spicy scent of his skin teased her. His lips brushed her cheek as he drew back.
‘For what?’ Gemma asked.
His dimples appeared again, and Gemma had a sudden urge to push back his chair and straddle him right there at the table. Really, the man should be declared illegal.
‘For saying yes,’ he told her. Belatedly, he held out his hand. ‘Nick Dalton.’
The fingers that closed over hers were warm and strong. What would they feel like pushing into her, moving in and out, driving her higher and higher until …?
‘Gemma,’ she managed. ‘Gemma Carlson.’
‘Would you like to get out of here, Gemma?’ he asked. ‘It’s all over except for the networking.’
Nodding, she let him draw her to her feet. She said a quick goodbye to Bea, promising to call tomorrow. Her fingers twined with his, he led her through the tables. His thumb stroked a sensual pattern onto her wrist as they left the building.
The night air wrapped her in sultry warmth. A breeze smelling of the sea stirred the handkerchief hem of her dress, swirling it around her thighs. The theatre was close to the ocean, nestled on a spit of land which jutted into the estuary where the river met the sea.
‘Can I buy you coffee?’ he asked, leading her into the parking lot. His hip bumped hers as they walked.
‘If you tell me why you bid so high to get a date with me,’ Gemma said.
Nick drew her to a stop beside a dark SUV. The light from a street lamp threw shadows over his sculpted cheekbones. The sensual curve of his full bottom lip enticed her. Callused fingers slipped under the halter straps of her dress and stroked back and forth. The bold contact shocked her and ratcheted her awareness of him even higher.
‘Because I looked at you and wondered what it would be like to peel this off you and lick your nipples until you screamed my name.’
The blatant words should have scared her. She knew absolutely nothing about him. Instead, the hunger that had gripped her the moment she’d seen him surged higher. Her nipples hardened, anticipating.
She was tired of being the wilting lily, the one who was too shy to speak to her neighbour. Nick made her want to grab onto the possibilities and follow where they led.
She caught her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tugged him closer. The metal of the SUV behind her was cool. His body was hot as he pressed close. ‘So do it,’ she said. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and teased with her tongue.
Nick groaned. The thrust of his tongue against hers made her dizzy. He caught her hips in his hands, holding her still while he pushed his erection against her. Gemma felt the thick length of his cock through his jeans, and she tipped her hips forwards. It brought a sharp throb of pleasure from her clit.
Oh yes, he should definitely be declared illegal.
‘Don’t you care if someone sees us?’ he asked. He continued to nip at her lips, teasing little bites which had her tipping her head back, wishing he’d do the same to the sensitive skin of her throat.
‘Do you?’ she challenged.
His lips nuzzled her jaw, teeth catching her ear lobe. ‘Not really,’ he admitted. His hands smoothed down her arms, and then slowly back up. Over her shoulders, caressing the bare skin.
Gemma felt his fingers at the back of her neck, working at the clasp of her dress. He drew the silky turquoise cloth down over her shoulders, the backs of his fingers teasing her skin lightly. His mouth followed, burning over her throat. His tongue swirled a damp path, sensitising her skin. Breathless, Gemma tugged his T-shirt out of his pants, desperate to touch him. His back was smooth, muscles hard beneath hot skin.
Sensation spiked as he nipped sharply at her collarbone. He’d peeled the top of her dress down to her waist, revealing her breasts to the night air. Leaning back, he gazed at her, at the way the lamplight glowed on her skin.
Gemma glanced down and saw the tight pucker of her nipples, dark against the creamy swell of her breasts. She drew her fingernails teasingly away from his skin and then cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them in offering. She felt the cock that pressed so enticingly to her crotch twitch and knew he was turned on by her actions.
Made bold by the harshness of his breathing, Gemma brushed her thumbs lightly over the tight buds. Pleasure stabbed straight to her clit and it was her turn to move restlessly against him. His hands rested on either side of her, levering his upper body away so he could watch.
Gemma teased herself, flicking her nails again and again against her nipples. She wet one finger and then rubbed the moisture in slow circles across the aching bud. The breeze blew across her flesh, cooling the moisture, and she shivered from the unexpected pleasure.
She was so turned on, she could barely stand it. She raised one leg and wrapped it around his thigh. It brought the pulsing ache of her clit into contact with the rough cloth of his jeans. She was going to come, and he hadn’t even tasted her like he’d promised.
Nick’s hands covered hers. He gazed into her eyes as he plumped her breasts. His tongue stroked over her flesh, close, but not where she wanted it to be. Gemma slipped her hands free from his and ran her fingers over the hard planes of his back. Down to his waistband. Cupping his ass, she began to rock against him, each press of her crotch to his sending her a little closer to climax.
The tip of his tongue flicked against her. Her nipple throbbed, followed by her clit. A low moan left her lips as he repeated the action and then sucked her slowly inside his hot mouth. His other hand teased her swollen flesh, alternately rubbing and pinching.
If he kept it up, he would make her scream his name, just like he’d promised.
Laughter drifted their way. Gemma stiffened, suddenly realising that she was nude from the waist up, her breasts puckered from his attentions.
‘Nick,’ she whispered, the fingers of one hand slipping into the soft brown hair that curled over his collar.
His tongue swirled one last time, and her body reacted with a sudden pulse that told her she was dangerously close to coming. The heavy ache in her womb demanded release and she couldn’t help the way her hips bucked.
The soft cotton of his shirt was pure torture against her nipples when he pressed his chest against hers. His mouth teased hers a moment, tongue dancing lightly, before he drew back.
‘How badly do you want to come?’ he whispered in her ear.
The words drew a desperate moan from her. Heels clicked against pavement, the low murmur of voices right on the other side of the SUV. She couldn’t believe how tightly wound her body was. How erotic the thought of coming with people mere steps away.
‘Nick, please,’ she murmured. She gripped him tightly, partially mortified at the thought of being seen. And totally turned on by this man who had only minutes ago been a complete stranger.
Light fingers drew up her short dress and she caught her breath. They tickled across her hip, following the narrow strip of her bikini panties. He levered his hips away a little and slipped his hand between them. He palmed her through damp silk.
‘Do you want to come now?’ he asked. His fingers teased the curls that escaped around the sides of the elastic.
The sound of a car door opening. The murmur of a man’s voice. So close. If she cried out, they would hear. If she didn’t come, she would go insane.
Nick’s fingers slipped under the satin. One finger stroked along her wet lips, stopping just short of her clit. Slowly, he parted her and dipped one finger in. Her pussy clenched around him.
‘Tell me yes,’ he whispered. His mouth nuzzled her jaw. ‘Or tell me no.’
She was so close. Every part of her wound so tightly. The glass and metal behind her was still cool, an erotic contrast to his heat. Still the murmur of voices. Wouldn’t they ever go away?
A
slow stroke. One finger. Then another. Her hips bucked, a low whimper escaped her. His free hand came up to cover her breast, her swollen nipple caught between his fingers. He pinched slowly.
It was too much.
‘Yes,’ she cried.
He knuckled her clit, fingers plunging into her wet folds. She came hard, her knees buckling, only the pressure of his body holding her up. Wave after wave rolled through her. She clenched tightly around him, riding the hard thrusts of his fingers. His mouth took hers, swallowing her cries.
Gemma knew though that it was too late. Even as the pleasure eased off, soft little aftershocks rippling through her, she could hear the shocked voices on the other side of the SUV. The quick slam of a car door and the revving of an engine.
‘Oh God, Nick,’ she breathed. Her face burnt with embarrassment.
He slipped his fingers out of her, even that movement sending another spiral of pleasure through her body. He painted her bottom lip with her own moisture. She swiped her tongue across his fingertips. She tasted her own musky excitement. She caught his hand with her own and then she slowly licked his fingers.
‘Damn, Gemma,’ he murmured. His cock was still hard, pressing into her sensitive pussy.
The embarrassment was swiftly giving way to arousal. They hadn’t been seen. She’d been heard, her cries only slightly muffled by his kiss. Somehow, the knowledge that she’d had unknown witnesses to her climax served to make her even hotter.
The parking lot was public, the charity auction over but the party still going on. Anyone could come out. Anyone could walk by. They could be seen. Her breasts were exposed, the street light highlighting the damp marks his tongue had left.
And she didn’t know him. She could do anything, be anyone. He was a stranger and that made the whole encounter that much more exciting.
Boldly, she cupped his cock through the denim. He growled with approval. She scraped her fingernails over him, circling his balls before squeezing gently. From the feel of him, he was long, hard. He would reach deep inside of her, touching nerve endings which spasmed with the thought.
She wanted him to fuck her. But first, he needed a taste of his own medicine.
The snap of his jeans gave way to her fingers. He hissed as she slowly slid the zipper down. She slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around him.
Completely in control, she made him turn so that his back was against the SUV. She placed her lips against his ear and teased the whorls with her tongue. In response, he thrust into her hand, moaning softly.
‘I’m going to take you in my mouth, Nick,’ she whispered. ‘I’m going to suck you until you scream my name.’
The laugh that escaped him turned into a low growl as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Ignoring the bite of concrete on her bare knees, Gemma flicked her tongue over his tip, tasting the bead of moisture that had collected there. When his cock jumped in her fist, she repeated the motion, then turned it into a long slow slide of her tongue down his length.
The hair of his thighs tickled against her bare breasts. The sensation against her nipples made her moan. Another wave of moisture collected between her thighs. She couldn’t wait to feel his cock buried there.
Lapping at his cock, she explored his texture, the soft skin over hard muscle. The scent of his musk made her pussy tighten and she cupped one breast and rubbed her nipple back and forth against his thigh.
She forgot the roughness of the ground beneath her knees. Only the taste and scent of him mattered. Wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, she suckled hard. Controlling the motion of his hips, she let him push into her mouth. Her tongue flicked his length as he bumped the back of her throat.
Drawing back, Gemma breathed over the damp length of his erection, knowing the air would tease his sensitised flesh. She lapped at his balls and tickled the fragile skin at their base with her fingernails.
Nick was panting. The fingers that had curled in her hair urged her to take him deep again. She obliged, but held back when he would have thrust too hard. She wanted to tease him into insanity.
There were more voices suddenly. She laughed around the cock that throbbed in her mouth, knowing the sensation turned him on when he moaned. His fingers released her hair and he was suddenly fumbling for the pocket of his jeans.
Curious, Gemma drew back. He found what he was looking for, keying the remote. The SUV beeped and he pulled open the back door and dragged her inside.
Lying back on the seat, Nick pulled her up his length, then reached down to pull the door shut behind them. Gemma laughed, her legs tangled with his. Her crotch was pressed against the hard ridge of his hip and a little wiggle produced a sharp stab of pleasure.
‘Don’t like it when you’re the one exposed?’ she asked shrewdly.
Nick lifted his head off the leather seat. It was dark inside the SUV, but the street light outside provided just enough light for her to see the wicked grin that curved his mouth.
‘Apparently not,’ he answered. His hands cupped her ass, fingers stroking the cleft.
Gemma wiggled until she could straddle him. The tip of his cock bumped her clit through the silk of her panties. It was like a mini-lightning storm racing through her body, and she shuddered.
Nick bucked his hips up, the contact rubbing him hard against her. Her breath caught in her throat. He was fumbling for something in his back pocket, not quite reaching. Helping him out, she tugged his wallet free.
‘Condom,’ he gasped, pulling a foil packet from a leather compartment.
It was a toss-up which she wanted first – to get out of her panties or to roll the condom down the length of his cock. He took the decision from her hands when he rolled the latex over himself. Gemma pushed her panties down, trying to manoeuvre over the tangle of their legs.
‘Here,’ Nick said. Strong fingers wrapped the silk tight and he tugged. The scrap pulled free, disappearing somewhere into the front seat.
Then the broad tip of his cock was bumping against her entrance. Bracing her hands on his chest, she sank slowly onto him. He stretched her wide and she tossed her hair back at the delicious sensation.
Inch by inch she took him in, not stopping until her curls mingled with his. Rocking back and forth, she felt the caress of his glans against the knot of nerve tissue deep inside.
‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ he said. Questing fingers found her clit and then rubbed as she rode him harder and harder. The added sensations were too much and Gemma felt herself peaking again. The pleasure tore through her and she fell forwards onto his chest, burying her face in his shoulder.
Nick was still hard inside her when the last trembling spasm died down.
‘More,’ he told her. His hands closed over the sweet globes of her ass, urging her to ride him again. Long fingers probed, seeking her moisture, and he spread it upwards.
She felt the blunt tip of one finger probing at the sensitive bud of her arse. Gemma bit her lip, relaxing her muscles, alternately riding his cock and pushing back against his finger. It popped through the ring of muscle and the sensation of fullness made her whimper.
Gemma closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the cock pushing deep into her pussy and the finger slowly beginning to fuck her arse. It seemed impossible, but she felt the buzz of an impending orgasm deep inside of her. Her nipples scraped against the cotton of his shirt. She realised she was nearly nude, the halter top of her dress around her waist, the skirt pushed up to her hips, while he was still completely clothed except for his cock.
It was erotic as hell.
She lifted her hips high and lingered there a moment, the tip of him nearly pulling free. His fingers, two now, were deep inside of her. She waited until he opened his eyes. The light fell across his face and the look of intensity there made her smile.
She plunged down hard and his cock went deep. The orgasm started in her womb, then crashed outwards in waves of intensity which shook her whole body. She was only vaguely aware that she was still fucking him
, fast and furious, her clit rubbing against his length to send even more spasms through her limbs.
Nick’s roar of pleasure filled the back of the van. He pounded his hips against hers, his cock throbbing again and again. The fingers in her arse plunged in and out, as if he were rubbing himself deep inside of her.
It was too much. Not nearly enough.
The sounds of cars in the parking lot outside the SUV finally registered. Gemma rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, listening to doors slamming shut, the sound of tyres on concrete.
Nick turned his head, catching her mouth with his. The kiss was sweet, unexpected. It made her smile.
‘Just think,’ he said. ‘We still have our romantic picnic.’
Wet Walls Kristina Lloyd
THE BUS STATION was lit up with colour, rain falling in yellow and orange drops, headlights fraying into the drizzle.
I was trying to act natural, standing in the shelter like someone waiting for a bus. My real aim was to talk to the bunch of emo kids next to me, preferably without scaring them. A gang of moody youths with slanted haircuts, they might have intimidated some, but not me. I had them down as pleasant middle-class sixth formers, all dressed up and nowhere to go. Unable to think of a subtle opener, I came straight out with it: ‘You know anything about this Michael guy?’
They turned to me with a disconcerting group mentality. Then they glanced at each other, a herd of scarecrow goths, anxious eyes flicking beneath angled fringes. Around us, reflected lights slid across perspex shelters and shimmered in fragments on slick black tarmac.
A skinny kid in drainpipes replied, ‘You mean Michael Angelo?’
His tone was eager, and I immediately realised they knew less than I did. Just because they hung out on the streets, didn’t mean they knew the streets. Obviously, they didn’t think I was the police either. Or if they did, they didn’t mind because they’d nothing to hide.
‘It’s well weird,’ said another.
‘Publicity stunt,’ added a third, lighting a self-conscious cigarette. ‘Got to be. How else do you explain it?’
I shrugged, turning away to check an approaching bus. ‘Dunno. What’s he publicising then?’
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