Never Kiss A Stranger (A Hot Romantic Comedy)

by Logan Chance

  Her eyes meet mine, and the next thing I know she’s bucking against me, taking my cock as fast and hard as she wants. And I let her. I let her use me to her liking.

  And by fucking god is she using me.

  She moves and rides, and finds her own rhythm, taking every single fucking inch of me over and over again.

  And it’s right here and right now that I realize I am one-hundred percent hers.

  And I want her to know it. I want her to trust me. To feel good around me.

  Fuck Atlanta, this woman is my future.

  NINETEEN

  Kiki

  Never deny yourself what you truly want...

  I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m having incredible, mind-blowing sex with Ellis Atwood. This is all too amazing. He feels so good, and the lazy look in his eyes is so sexy I could die.

  I move my body against him, riding his dick. It all feels like heaven, and I arch my back, sticking my breasts closer to him.

  I know he loves it by the slow smile that spreads over his face. The way he stares at me makes my pulse quicken.

  He takes the bait and runs both hands over them, sucking my skin into his mouth. His neediness is a major turn on. Everything about Ellis is a major turn on, but it’s the way he stares at me. Like he’s studying my body to memorize it.

  I curl my fingers into his thick brown hair, pulling just enough to hear him groan out. I love his sexy sounds.

  So manly. Such a turn on. And if you want to know what the biggest turn on is, it’s his dick. It’s perfect in every way.

  I know not all dicks are created equal, and believe me, I’ve seen some less than stellar ones, but Ellis has this perfectly straight and big stallion of a dick.

  I swear the God’s were shining down on him in the looks and body department. And he scored big time in the personality department as well. An A+ of a psyche. He really is a catch.

  The whole package.

  I keep moving my body against him, focusing my attention back on Ellis and not the impending dreaded future. I won’t focus on it, I’ll live in the here and now. Live in this very moment where Ellis is mine, and only mine.

  I keep moving, grinding myself against him, loving the way he grips my ass as he sucks on my chest. I lean my head back, the tips of my hair float in the water as Ellis pushes his dick up into me harder and faster. Yes, oh god yes, I’m so close. “Don’t stop,” I cry out.

  He smiles, his teeth grazing over my collarbone. “Don’t plan on it.”

  My body builds, the crescendo so close to crashing down all around me. It all feels so hot, so good. Too much. Everything comes to a thudding halt inside my chest, and it’s all like an orbital shift, throwing me completely off my axis. My chest explodes with warmth and emotion, but I keep riding it out, the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.

  I can’t stop shouting out his name as he takes over and stands me up, he flips me onto my stomach, half out of the tub, with only my legs still in. He pushes back into me from behind and grips his hand around my hip, his other hand tracing up the spine of my back. “I love your body,” he says, trailing kisses where his hand once was. “I love your skin.”

  I moan out, my body still feeling dizzy from my orgasm.

  “You’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you?”

  Am I? “How so?”

  “Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you aren’t thinking about me fucking you all day long. Do you think about my cock all day?”

  “Yes.” I do. “Yes, Ellis.”

  “Do you think about me fucking you all night long? Wishing for it?”

  “Yes, oh god yes.” My body builds.

  He's still a puzzle I’m trying to figure out.

  “You make me want to fuck you every chance I get.”

  That is definitely not a bad thing.

  “You make me want to spread your thighs open every time I see you.”

  “Yes, Ellis.”

  “You know what else you make me want to do?” he asks, his body thrusting into me at a rapid pace.

  “What?” I ask.

  “You make me want to come all over that beautiful face of yours.” He bites my shoulder. “You make me want to come all over you.”

  Goosebumps erupt all over me as he keeps pumping inside me. “Yes, please.”

  “You make me want to claim you, Kiki. Are you mine? Will you let me claim you?”

  “Oh god, yes.” I’ve never had a man talk to me the way Ellis does, and it turns me on so much.

  “Do you want me to come deep inside you?”

  I cry out a yes, oh my god, yes.

  He keeps going, his body as hard as steel. “You’re the only woman I want to come inside. The only woman I have ever come inside.”

  My eyes widen at his words, and I want to look into his eyes when he comes. “I want to see you,” I say before turning around and sitting him down, so I can return us to the position we were just in, me straddling him.

  He runs his hands through my hair as I sit down on his dick. “You’re mine, Kiki.”

  I nod. “Yes, I’m yours.”

  He keeps his hands gripped on my ass as he pushes himself up into me, in and out, making me race closer to another orgasm. “And I’m yours,” he says, turning my whole world upside down.

  “I’m going to come again,” I yell out.

  He has a small smile and his eyes meet mine. “Come with me?” It’s almost a question as his mouth crashes against mine.

  God, this man. I swear. He just does things to me. Things no other man has ever done. Good things. Butterflies in my chest good.

  Oh, so many good things.

  I come again as he grumbles he’s so close. And then the most amazing thing happens. He comes, with me holding him tight, and I swear I’ve never felt closer to another human being in my whole entire life. The connection. The chemistry between us.

  I grip his face as I stare into his eyes, studying him, memorizing him.

  Fuck this, I’m moving to Atlanta.

  TWENTY

  Ellis

  Never say no to dancing...

  I pick up Kiki on my way home from the brewery. And when I see her, standing there in a little white sundress with a red flower in her hair, I can’t catch my breath. “You’re beautiful.”

  She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask her.

  She stops before unlocking the doors of my rental. “I’m doing a dog wedding for Yasmin, and I’d really like for you to be there.”

  I don’t say anything, just open her car door and let her slip inside. This has my father written all over it.

  He doesn’t care if the dogs get married to each other. Hell, he doesn’t care what happens to those dogs. Just as long as I show up at his house and he can have my ear all night long telling me how I’ll never live up to his standards.

  I slide into the driver’s side, starting up the car. This is one wedding I want no part of, but as I look over at Kiki, I can tell this is important to her. And now it’s important to me too. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

  Her face lights up, and my breath hitches. “Thank you.” She’s quiet a moment before she turns to face me, resting her head against the soft leather seat. “You know where we should go?” She smiles, obviously trying to lighten the mood and I appreciate her for that. In fact, I kind of love that she did that.

  “Anywhere you want.”

  “Anywhere?” She raises a brow.

  “Uh oh, what am I getting myself into?”

  “Just head downtown. We’re going dancing.”

  Perfect, I’m a great dancer. I know many guys claim to be a great dancer, but seriously I can bust a move like no other. I steer the car onto I-95, excited to watch Kiki shake her ass all night long. Just the thought of rubbing against her on the dance floor has my cock twitching in my pants.

  We pull up to the club, and it’s already hopping with partygoers. Kiki’s beyond excited, and I smile as we get out o
f the car. Relieving stress is just what I need.

  She bounces a bit as we step inside. “I love dancing.” Her energy is infectious.

  The beat is constant, loudly vibrating throughout the dark club. Sweaty bodies line the floor, and I’m having a hard time seeing which direction we should head in. Pink, blue, orange, and every other color of lights flash over the big space, blinding me as we move through the crowd, making me hesitant.

  But not Kiki, she grabs my hand and leads me straight to the dance floor. This girl is on a mission.

  And it’s to shake her ass. Which I’m all on board for.

  “I’ll get us some drinks,” I say into her ear.

  She gives me a thumb up with a nod and I seek out the bar.

  It’s not overly packed when I call out two beers easily to the bartender.

  When I head back in Kiki’s direction, I set the beers on the closest table and rush over to her. “Are you ok?” I ask her.

  She spins around. “I’m dancing.”

  “I thought you were having a stroke or something.” I grin...wide and take a step back. I can’t even explain into words the exact things Kiki does with her body. Quick, jerky movements erupt throughout all the limbs of her body as her torso bends back and forth.

  It’s quite the scene here, and I laugh a little. This woman can’t sing, and she definitely can’t dance, but I find myself falling for her all the same.

  I try to join in but stay a few feet back as not to be hit by her flailing arms.

  “Isn’t this fun?” she yells over the music. “You need to let loose.”

  “Oh, I can let loose just fine.” I bust some of my killer cool dance moves that make all the women go wild. I feel the beat rushing through my veins, running down my spine. I look awesome, I’m sure.

  “Are you ok?” Kiki asks me, after tapping my arm.

  I pop open my eyes, leaning closer to her ear. “I’m dancing.”

  She raises a brow. “I don’t know what that was that you were doing. You look like a robot.”

  “Robot?” I laugh. “Well, you look like a flailing monkey.”

  Her eyes grow serious and her mouth turns into a small ‘o’. “I do not. I dance amazing.”

  “Right. Sure, you do.” I do the ‘reach back, grab my ankle and pump’ dance move. Wish I knew the name of it, but I don’t.

  And Kiki laughs. “Oh yeah, let me show you what I got. Watch.” She does some more jerky movements, looking like one of the air dancers they have on used car lots.

  “That’s not dancing. Watch me.” I proceed to bust a move, tucking my leg into my other so I can do a cool move I’ve seen once in some rap video years ago. I used to practice for days until I had it perfected.

  Kiki laughs, and we both gather the attention of a few other people at the club. Listen, I’m not gonna say we’re the best dancers out here tonight, but we’re definitely better than the older couple down by the stage, rocking back and forth.

  I move my arms back and forth, lifting my leg and turning my body in a circle, letting the beat carry my body into different movements. Kiki bounces around me, and I grab a hold of her hand.

  “You’re a natural,” I tell her over my laughter.

  We work the room together, doing some sort of salsa or tango dance move, and seriously we should probably take our dance number out on the road. I think we’re both great.

  Hey, at least I can sing.

  After a few more songs, we meld into each other’s arms, rocking back and forth, not caring if we’re moving too slowly for the fast beat that pumps through our bones.

  I sniff her hair, letting the smell of coconuts and moonlight make me dizzy. And it does, it makes me think back to the first moment I met her, to the first moment I kissed her.

  I gaze down at her, a smile on her fuckable lips, her hair a bit unruly from bouncing around earlier, and a soft glow of happiness on her face.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I whisper to her, and she nods.

  We wave to the crowd as we leave, laughing as we head out of the club. It was the dance moves making us so popular. I’m sure of it.

  We rush to her house, unable to contain the next step we both want so badly.

  She unlocks her front door, and already I’m thinking of all the things I want to do to her.

  Before she can even shut the door, my mouth is on hers, kissing her like it’s the end of the world. And if I don’t get her naked right now, it might just be. My hands roam down her body, cupping her ass in my palms.

  I step further inside her house, inviting myself in, like a master of all things sexual. And tonight, I’m hoping I’m just that for her.

  Trouble is, I’ve yet to explore every part of her. Every inch of her decadent body. Every single fiber of her being.

  I peer around the room, the beige carpet underfoot, the blue couch begging me to take her there, and the way the soft moonlight pours in through the window, letting me know that sex is definitely on the menu tonight.

  I grin, whispering, “I can’t wait to have all of you.”

  Kiki closes the remaining distance between us, runs her hands down my chest, and over the bulge in my jeans. “No.”

  “No?” My body weeps.

  “No, tonight’s my turn.”

  And I am all for making it her turn.

  She’s dominating.

  She’s confident.

  She’s so goddamn sexy, that my breath hitches at the sight of her.

  “Anything you want, baby.” I suck, nibble, and bite along her collarbone, something I’d been thinking of doing all night.

  She lets me for all of two seconds, and then she pushes on my chest once more. “No, tonight’s my turn to make you feel good. Now sit,” she demands, pointing to the couch.

  I do as she says, because I love the little authoritative tone coming out of her pretty mouth. “Yes ma’am.”

  She kneels before me and oh my god, this is it. This right here is what I love. This is what gets me hard. I know right now without a shadow of a doubt; this girl owns me. Maybe she always has. Her hands fiddle with the collar of my shirt, and she undoes each button slowly, agonizingly slow, until she pulls it off. “You look so sexy.”

  I lean back, my body hardening when she runs her hands up my thighs. “I want these off.” She tugs at the zipper of my jeans.

  I help her remove them and my boxers, and she just gazes at my dick for a beat or two.

  She licks her lips. “You really have a great looking dick.”

  I laugh a little. “Well, thank you.”

  Sure, I’ve heard it before, but having Kiki stare at it as she licks her lips makes my dick grow double size in no time.

  She stands, turning on some music from her iPhone. “Hope you like this song.”

  “I’d like it better if you were naked, too.”

  And the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed before in my life happens.

  She’s unpredictable.

  She’s risky.

  She’s sexy as fucking hell, and I can’t stop eye-fucking her as she sways her hips in rhythm to the music.

  Maybe this girl can’t dance in a club, but in the privacy of her own home, with my lucky eyes watching her, she does a phenomenal job keeping my attention.

  Fuck, I’m so damn hard.

  She keeps dancing, taking off each article of clothing.

  Slowly.

  Daintily.

  And oh, so fucking erotically. Her ass begs to me, calling me to sink my teeth into her tender flesh.

  But, tonight she’s in control.

  Tonight, I’m at her mercy.

  And oh, what a great place it is to be.

  She kneels before me in nothing but her black lace panties and matching bra. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time.” She wraps her hand around the base of my cock.

  Oh fuck. My dick grows in her hand, and she licks her lips once more before bringing her mouth down on me. The moment we have contact, my hips automatic
ally buck a little, not expecting her touch to be so smooth.

  I plunge my fingers into her hair, leaning my head back as she swirls her tongue around the head of my dick. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  Her eyes glance up, meeting mine. And then, she closes them and sucks me further into her mouth. She’s hot, and the way she’s sucking on my cock makes my blood race through my system. She’s got one hand on my balls, massaging them between her fingers, while her other hand rakes down my chest.

  I pump the base of my cock with my fist as she works her mouth up and down my shaft. This girl’s mouth is pure magic.

  “I love watching you suck me into that pretty little mouth of yours,” I tell her, wanting to touch her. I don’t want her to stop, but at the same time I wish I was slamming my dick deep inside her.

  She gets a good rhythm going, and I close my eyes, my body so close to release. I could get used to this.

  Before she can even finish, I pop my dick out of her mouth. “I need to be deep inside you. I can’t wait,” I tell her, unable to think about anything else.

  She stands, and I run my hand up the side of her leg, past her knee, up to the inside of her thigh until I hit the lace of her panties. I pull them off, and rub my fingers over her wetness, bringing my tongue down to taste her. Sweet and spicy, and I swipe my tongue over her to get another taste. Fuck.

  She grinds her pussy into my face, and I let her. Oh boy, do I fucking let her. I toy my tongue around her clit, her fingers digging into my scalp as I push harder against her skin.

  “You’re already so wet for me.” I gaze up at her, positioning her to get on her hands and knees on the couch as I move in behind her.

  She’s so soft and smooth. Everything about her is tight and hot. Even her fucking mouth sucking on my cock was sweltering. I’m so turned on, even the mere thought of fucking Kiki from behind gets my cock ready to explode.

  I slap her right ass cheek, grabbing a hold of it and squeezing afterwards. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you like this all night.”

  She peeks over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. “Do it.”