Suddenly he seemed to come out of a trance. ‘Where is it?’
I almost whimpered with relief. I pointed to the table behind him. ‘It’s there.’
He turned away and opened the bag. Stuff fell out. I couldn’t have cared less. He found the protection and opened it up, then came back to me and rolled the sheath onto his dick. Now I think I definitely whimpered. And then I thought of something. ‘Should we lock the door?’
He looked at me and I almost laughed at the pained expression on his face, but then he clearly had the same thought as me.We don’t want to be caught with our pants down. Literally.
‘Yes, we should.’ He went and attended to the door, then came back and pushed apart my thighs. My shoes had fallen off my feet. ‘Where were we?’
I took him in my hand. ‘Around about here.’ I squeezed him gently and the stiff column of flesh twitched. I lamented the barrier. He reached under the dress, under my ass, and said, ‘Lift up.’
I put my hands behind me and did. He slipped my underwear down and pulled them off.
Then he gently took my hand off his dick and moved closer. I sucked in a breath when I felt the head of his dick against where I was so wet, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I was hungry. The shirt was gaping open. I was leaning back on my hands and offering myself up to this complete stranger like a ritual sacrifice.
‘Please,’ I said. ‘Fuck me.’
Chapter 8
Brodie
She didn’t have to ask Brodie twice. Never, in his life had he been so singularly fixated on something. The disappointment he’d felt when he’d realised he had no protection had been fucking embarrassing. As had the elation when she’d said she had a condom. One solitary condom. He couldn’t care less why she had it, he wasn’t one to judge. He was just ecstatic and so was his dick.
He had to tighten his jaw against the need to thrust in hard and deep straight away. He took it slow, breaching her folds with the head of his dick and then pressing slowly in, trying his best to ignore the hitch in her breathing and how her eyes widened as her body adjusted around him.
Damn. She was tight.Brodie’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at how fucking exquisitely torturous it was to go slowly. But then he was buried in her. To the hilt. They were both breathing harshly. Skin dewey with perspiration.
He slowly started to pull back out and then push in again. A slow dance. His movements got easier. She looped an arm around his neck and it brought her breasts flush to his chest.
Brodie put an arm around her, holding her to him as he thrusted in and out, making the pressure build from his balls to the base of his spine.
She was raking the top of his back with her nails now, her other hand on his arm, gripping his biceps. Her mouth was on his shoulder in an open kiss, then sucking and biting at him. He tipped up her chin, found her mouth and kissed her, and drove them higher and higher.
She shifted against him and he stopped momentarily, looked down. ‘OK?’
‘I need you deeper and your hand on me.’
Brodie liked that she was so explicit. He pulled out and lifted her off the cabinet. He turned her around so that her back was to his front and he pressed her forward and pulled her dress up, exposing her backside to him. He entered her again and she leant forward, spreading her arms out.
He was losing it, he was hitting so deep inside her now that he was afraid he’d never find his way back – and shelved that little weird thought. He massaged her breast, trapping a nipple between two fingers and squeezing, and found her clit with his other hand, pinching it lightly, so close to where they were joined, and that’s when he felt her go still. She tightened around him for one exquisite infinitesimal moment before her orgasm hit and Brodie came just behind her in a blinding rush of ecstasy that seemed to go on for ever and ever.
Chapter 9
Jess
Iwas dead. Had I gone to heaven? Because this sated, blissed-out feeling was not of this earth. Reality slowly returned. I realised I’d been so desperate to come that I’d basically begged him to go deeper and harder, and so he’d taken me from behind and I’dloved it. I’d never been so vocal during sex in my life. And yet here I was with a stranger, ordering him around. It felt heady. Decadent. Naughty.
Maybe the way forward was to be anonymous.Slightly impractical, no?I scowled at the voice of reason, wrecking my post-coital buzz.
He was still in me. Albeit, soft. As if only just now coming too as well, he lifted his weight off me, disengaged and pulled back. He tugged me up to standing upright.
‘Are you OK?’
I nodded. My hair was falling down. Mask askew. I pulled it off; it seemed a bit redundant now. I didn’t want to look at him straight away, too shattered after that orgasm. He let me go, presumably to see to himself. And the protection. I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t still intact.
I pulled the shirt back over me, clumsy fingers doing up buttons as it fully hit me what had just happened. An earthquakeof the most carnal kind. I had just done the down and dirty with a total stranger. I looked up then and saw the wall of shelves. OK, so he hadn’t quite shagged me up against the books but near enough. Had Tash put a spell on this fricking dress?
I saw my panties on the floor and stepped into them, pulling them back on.Isn’t that a bit like closing the door after the orgasm has bolted?snarked a little voice. I ignored it.
