by Lane Parker
Not that I equated sex with caring. I wasn’t exactly naive. But he felt so good that the lines could almost blur.
I was so very tempted to let him do anything he wanted in the cover of darkness.
Would it matter?
Just once, I wanted to feel connected to someone, even if it didn’t last.
I could temporarily escape from the emptiness that threatened to consume me if I just allowed myself to do something crazy and spontaneous. But I wasn’t a live-in-the-moment type of woman.
Maybe I could be just for tonight.
“I’m not all that desirable,” I said tremulously. “I’m not very fit, and I don’t have much up top. You’ve felt them for yourself.”
“I know what you look like,” he shared. “My dick is already hard because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you. I love your body, Kate.”
Obviously, he’d seen me at the reception, but his reaction was confusing. “Nobody wants me,” I said, my vulnerability and the alcohol I’d swilled down making the words fly out of my mouth without checking them first.
He swiped at my cheeks blindly to brush away the errant tears. “I do,” he answered gruffly, his tender touch belying the harshness of his voice. “I love every single soft curve. And your breasts are perfect.”
My body melted as my dress fell away, and his hands traced the bare skin of every curve he presumably adored.
It was completely dark, so I knew he couldn’t see what he was touching. The lack of any illumination was an aphrodisiac to me.
Nobody knew.
Nobody could see me.
All I had to do was let this stranger continue to make my body thrum with pleasure while he explored.
He stepped back, and I could hear the rustling of his clothes. When he pulled my body into his, all I could feel was the meeting of our bare skin, and my pussy flooded with heat. He still had his pants on, but I could feel his burgeoning cock against my lower back. God, he felt good. Our skin collided like I was supposed to be exactly where I was at the moment.
There was a sense of rightness in the encounter that I couldn’t ignore.
I turned in his arms, and he let me press against his muscular torso. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make out his face. The boathouse didn’t have any windows, and there was no light from the house that crept into the building.
“Do I know you?” I asked breathlessly.
He answered by grasping my face and lowering his mouth to mine.
Every thought flew from my mind except the tantalizing kiss that went on and on. He came up for air, and then swooped down again, every touch of his lips igniting a fire inside me that I couldn’t control.
His scent was delicious, and the intoxicating, earthy smell of the male who was seducing me made every nerve in my body scream for satisfaction.
Right now. Right here. Everything was good in my world.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was tall, muscular, and I was getting even more drunk off him than I had from alcohol.
I met his tongue in a sensuous duel that I’d never experienced before. He had to be dominant. I could sense it. But his possessive certainty made me even wetter as I pushed back, only to be overwhelmed all over again.
I was panting when he finally released my mouth and started exploring the sensitive skin of my shoulders and neck. Tilting my head, I gave him the best access he could get. My body was starting to crave every single touch of his lips on my skin.
I didn’t understand any of this, but I was beyond caring. The way he made me feel was overpowering, and I had no desire to fight it.
For some reason, I wasn’t afraid. Not even a little.
His hands moved down my body while he continued to explore with his mouth. When his fingers stroked over the sensible cotton of my panties, I let out an audible gasp.
“Feel good?” he asked in a fascinating tone that demanded an answer.
I gave up sanity entirely as I moaned, “Yes. God, yes.”
I wanted this unknown alpha male to be invading me everywhere.
His touch was addictive, and I had to have him touching me.
I sighed in relief as a powerful jerk from him got rid of my panties. They gave under his strength, disappearing from my body, leaving me bare except for my torn, thigh-high stockings.
There was only an instant for me to feel vulnerable as I stood naked in the dark building, before a man I didn’t know. After that, all I knew was pleasure as his fingers stroked over my pussy, teasing, avoiding anything except light, brief touches on the bundle of nerves that was pulsating with need.
“I need to taste you, Kate,” he said. “I want to eat this sweet pussy until you scream.”
My body responded to that idea, my nipples tight, my core clenching with a desperation I’d never experienced.
Having his mouth on me sounded like heaven, and I didn’t protest as he dropped down, his fingers still meandering sensually over my vulnerable, pink flesh.
“Yes.” My mouth formed the word, but no sound left my lips.
I reached out for my body’s lost support, my hands finding and landing on his bulky shoulders.
“Do you like getting down and dirty?” he asked huskily.
I’d never been a very sexual female, but right now I felt like the dirtiest woman alive.
“No. I’ve never been dirty,” I confessed, my voice actually working this time. I had no idea what it was like to be so submerged in passion that I was senseless.
And I didn’t think I was a screamer, and I told him so shakily.
“You will be,” he promised huskily.
My nipples were as hard as diamonds, and aching for something that seemed just out of reach. I lifted my hands to stroke over them, loving the feel of my own fingers pinching my nipples.
I shivered as his hands stroked boldly down my ass, and then gripped my butt cheeks. “Maybe I will scream,” I agreed, willing to be whatever he wanted if he’d just get me off.
He made an animalistic sound as he took his first taste of my sex, and I moaned aloud as his tongue licked me from bottom to top, noisily lapping up the juices I was excreting from being so damn turned on.
His mouth burned, but it was a fire I didn’t want to tamp down.
I widened my stance, opening myself to him as much as possible as I fisted my hands in his hair. The feel of the coarse strands between my fingers heightened my desire, and when his tongue stoked over my clit, swirling in a movement that made my legs quiver beneath me, I nearly collapsed.
“Tell me it feels good,” he growled against my quivering flesh.
I started to teeter, but my back made contact with the wooden wall to hold me erect, a solid structure I was grateful for as my body screamed for some kind of relief.
“Too good,” I moaned. “Please. I need…”
My voice gave out as he latched onto my clit, alternating between swirling licks and small tugs at the sensitive nub. The pleasure that coursed through my body was nothing less than mind-blowing.
I let my back rest against the wall, and my head fell back against the hard surface. “Please,” I whimpered, my pussy held prisoner by his mouth.
I felt the ripples start in my belly, and a shot went between my thighs with a force I could hardly withstand. I gripped his hair harder, like it was my only lifeline to reality.
I was helpless to his marauding tongue as it licked every inch of my sensitive flesh.
“Oh, God. Make me come. Please,” I begged. I was beyond being shy. Not with the man who was devouring me like I was some kind of delicious exotic fruit.
Everything was too intense to maintain any kind of sanity.
The ferocity of his focus raised the height of my excitement until my whole body was tense with the need to relieve the pressure.
I needed release.
I had to have it.
I barely noticed when one of his hands released his grip on my ass, and stealthily submerged itself in my wetness before probing between the
cheeks of my ass, never ceasing the firm assault of his tongue on my clit.
He was surprisingly gentle as his finger probed my anus, stimulating nerves I didn’t know I had back there.
With only the very tip of his finger inside me, I knew he was doing it to further heighten my pleasure. If I’d had control of my mind, I would have been startled at the feel of a finger probing me back there. But I was way beyond caring.
It felt good, and I wasn’t about to protest.
I closed my eyes, the pleasure washing over me in waves at the passionate assault to my body.
As his tongue lashed at my clit over and over, stroking it with continual pressure, I felt the pounding force of my climax totally consume me.
My body shook from the fierceness of my orgasm. “Yes,” I screamed, not caring who could hear me. “Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t cease until he’d wrung every shudder from my body.
I was surrounded by a steamy, damp darkness of desire that gripped me hard, and then spit me out slowly.
I could feel him rise, his fingers still teasing my quivering sex lazily as he stood.
My legs were barely supporting me, but he gripped my waist to keep me standing. “You taste so fucking good, Kate,” he said next to my ear.
His warm breath wafted over my sensitive earlobe, keeping my sensual pleasure heightened, even though I’d just had the most powerful orgasm of my life.
It confused me a little that he’d seemed to enjoy the experience as much as I had, but his reaction also turned me on.
“I want to fuck you,” he said with a ferociousness that made my core clench with need. “I want you so far gone that all you can feel is my cock deep inside of you.”
I was already his slave. I couldn’t imagine feeling more bound to this mystery man.
But I knew I was going to experience something I’d never felt before, and my body was more than eager. “Then fuck me,” I said in an urgent voice I’d never used before.
I sounded aroused.
I sounded hungry.
And I was desperate to feel this man inside me, more than I’d ever imagined possible.
“I plan on it,” he informed me as I heard the sound of him working to remove his pants.
Chapter 3
I was nervous, but the moment he took me back into his arms, I relaxed. His delicious masculine scent intoxicated me.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
And for a brief period of time, I planned on being selfish.
My body craved him, and as long as I was submerged in the pleasure he could bring me, I wasn’t thinking about being alone.
“I’m wearing a condom,” he said gruffly as he brushed what felt like a kiss to my temple.
I’d been on birth control for two years because of my heavy, painful periods, but I’d never even given a thought to protection.
This isn’t me. This isn’t the way I act. I’m a computer geek. I think about consequences, probably more than the average person.
I was overly-cautious most of the time, and I wasn’t a sexual creature.
But something about the man possessing me made me lose every rational thought I normally would have had.
His hands roamed over my body possessively, making my pussy flood with liquid fire all over again. “That’s good,” I replied, not knowing if I was referring to the fact that he was wearing protection, or if I just loved his hands all over my body.
He kissed me until I was half crazy with the need for him to fuck me.
I felt him squeeze the cheeks of my ass as he said, “Hop up and wrap those beautiful legs around me.”
I was self-conscious about my soft body, but I did as he asked, wishing that I’d spent more time in the pursuit of fitness. He bore my weight easily, moving until my back was against the wall of the boathouse.
“Dirty girl,” he rasped.
Hell, yes. I loved being considered a seductress of some kind. It had never happened before.
My body was plastered against his bare skin, my pussy lodged against one very large cock. I squirmed to get closer to him, rubbing against him like a cat as I felt his engorged length settled against my clit.
I wanted to feel more.
I needed friction.
“You want my cock?” he asked as he tongued my sensitive earlobe
“You know I do,” I said breathlessly. I wanted to climb inside this big, powerful man and never come out.
“Then it’s yours,” he answered in a raspy voice, lifting my hips as he lodged himself inside me with a forceful thrust of his hips.
I didn’t expect the pain, even though he was big guy.
“Jesus! You’re tight, Kate. Relax,” he instructed, sounding like he was gritting his teeth with frustration.
I panted through the discomfort, but I couldn’t hide the fact that…
“You’re a virgin?” he asked, his body becoming still and tense.
“Yes,” I admitted with a whimper.
“Fuck!” he cursed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to stop. And it’s not like I’ve been saving it for somebody special. I just never found a guy who wanted me all that much,” I blurted out, feeling humiliated that I was twenty-two years old and had never been fucked.
He rested his forehead against mine. “You’re my angel, Kate. And I’ve never wanted somebody more than I want you. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said quickly, afraid he’d pull away. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck.
I was recovering from the pain of losing my V-card, and all I wanted was for him to move.
The fit was still tight, and I felt like he was stretching me beyond my limits, but it was starting to hurt so damn good.
“Stay still,” he admonished in a desperate tone when I started rubbing against him.
“I don’t think I can,” I answered honestly, my body restless.
He pulled back and entered me gentler than he had before. “You’re so damn tight around my cock. I can’t believe I’m your first.”
I wriggled my hips, becoming hungry for satisfaction. “Fuck me,” I pleaded.
His mouth covered mine, his tongue sweeping between my lips like he owned everything he touched, but he was careful and hesitant as his cock began a slow slide in and out of my body.
“More,” I demanded as my hands fisted in his hair.
“You need my cock, don’t you?” he said with a groan.
“Yes,” I hissed, my body craving every stoke now.
He nipped at my shoulder as I felt his control slipping. “You’re so damn hot, Kate. So needy. I want to be the only man who ever satisfies you.”
“You are,” I confessed with moan.
His voice was so commanding that I felt myself respond to his demands. I wanted to give this man everything. I couldn’t help it. Something told me that the unknown male who was taking my virginity was going to be hard to forget.
Our bodies grew slick with sweat as his thrusts began to get harder and more demanding.
I welcomed the ferocity. I needed it. It made me feel alive, and so much less alone.
I coveted every plunge of his cock, my hips straining to get even closer to him. “I need you,” I cried out.
“You have me,” he said huskily.
He shifted positions, his hard shaft brushing against my clit with every forceful entry, sending me close to the edge.
My head banged against the wall again, but I barely noticed it. I was focused on his body, my short fingernails digging into the skin of his upper back. “Please,” I screamed.
I needed him to send me over the edge.
Finally, he was beginning to pummel into me just like I wanted, and I felt my core spasm with relief.
My climax was going to be different this time. Deeper. Harder. It unfurled in my belly and shot to my core with an intensity that I could barely handle.
Every nerve in my body seeme
d to be alive, and I relished the sensation of every spark.
I tightened my legs around his hips, making his entries short and deep.
Unable to help myself, I screamed as I started to come.
His mouth covered mine, as though he had to swallow my pleasure and keep it all to himself.
He fucked me to the rhythm of his tongue in my mouth, every stroke sweeter than the last.
When he finally lifted his head, I knew I was milking him to a hot release. He buried himself to his balls as he groaned, “Kate. You’re so damn sweet.”
I couldn’t see him, but I could hear his harsh breathing as we both tried to recover from the heady climax that had just taken over our bodies.
I put my head on his powerful shoulder as I sucked air into my lungs. God, how had I never known sex could be that good? “That was incredible,” I said in a hushed voice. “How did I not know how good it would feel?”
He backed up and let me lower my legs. Luckily, he still held me up. I wasn’t at all certain my wobbly limbs would handle my weight.
He stroked a comforting hand up and down my back, cradling me in his arms like I was some kind of treasure. “I can’t believe you were still a virgin,” he rumbled.
“I’m not anymore,” I said, completely happy with my ruined state.
“You should have told me before I fucked you,” he said.
“Would you have stopped?”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “But I would have made it better for you.”
I wasn’t sure how that could happen. “It was good,” I answered simply. It had been more than good, but I didn’t know how to explain to him exactly how I felt.
Every cell in my body was still humming with excitement, and my heart was galloping inside my chest.
“Only good?” he asked with wicked humor in his tone.
“Maybe more,” I considered, teasing him.
He was silent, but his hand was still stroking my back. It was a few minutes before he asked, “Were you headed home?”
For some reason, I didn’t really want to tell him that I really didn’t have a home.
“Yes. I can’t go back into the house. I don’t know anybody there, and I just want to get back to my motel. I honestly don’t know where home is anymore,” I said wistfully.
