Perfect Strangers

by Abby Gale

  “What do you do for living?” I blurted. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the sight enough to look at his face, but I heard his chuckle.

  “I have money if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “I figured that much. You’re not some kind of professional killer or something, right?” I asked, watching him get out of the car as he came to my side.

  “Shouldn’t you have thought of that before, stranger?” he smirked, helping me out of the car. I wasn’t so willing to leave this car, though. I knew this was the first and the last time I would ever be in a car like this.

  “Just… don’t make me regret this tonight,” I murmured. It wasn’t just a sentence, I meant it and wanted him to know it, letting him hear the vulnerability in my voice. This was out of my comfort zone no matter how much I wanted this guy and I didn’t want it to be a bad experience.

  He stopped in his tracks, waiting a few seconds before turning to me with blazing eyes. His eyes gave me shivers… the best kind. I felt the throbbing need between my legs with just one look from him. I stopped breathing, waiting for his next move. He pulled me closer so my body was flush with his. I crooked my neck back to keep looking into his eyes as he said, “I will make you do so many things tonight, stranger… but regret won’t be one of them.”

  Before I could reply, he turned his back to me, pulling me behind him with my hand in his. As soon as we stepped inside, my back found the wall with his lips on mine. His hands roamed over my body hungrily as he lifted me off the floor. I couldn’t help but moan when I felt his cock line with my pussy. Even with clothes on, his hardness caused delicious friction on my body.

  This was so intense, I felt ready to explode. Everything about him had all my senses alert and tingling. Maybe it was the fact that I knew this was a one-time-thing for me, a chance to be as wild as I wanted to be. Even the knowledge that I wasn’t going to see this man again made it sweeter, like the best dessert you’ve eaten –you know you would never taste something that delicious again and it made the experience more intense, more exciting… just more.

  I wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him as he started to walk. Soon, soft pillows were on my back as he moved me down on a couch.

  “I thought we would drink something first,” I laughed, trying to decrease the intensity of lust in the air. He nibbled my neck as he opened the zipper on the side of my dress like a pro. He stopped the magic of his lips on my skin only to take off my dress. His hungry gaze made me feel wanted, like I was the most beautiful woman on earth. I had never felt like that from only a look, but this stranger had an undeniable effect on my body.

  “The things we drink won’t come from glasses, stranger. Now, spread those legs,” he winked, lowering himself to the floor between my legs, opening me to his eyes. I was already squirming under his gaze. His fingers were making me crazy as he moved them leisurely down the length of my legs. I arched my back with a loud moan at the first contact of his fingers to my wet panties. The lace stuck to my skin, but I didn’t care as his fingers moved in perfect rhythm to bring me pleasure. The moment I was about to explode, his fingers left me.

  “What the fuck?” I groaned in frustration. His grey eyes were amused and filled with hunger. I liked how expressive his eyes were, opposite of his face. But in that moment I was ready to rip those eyes out of their sockets if he wouldn’t give me the orgasm I so desperately needed.

  I moaned when his fingers turned to my body, moving up on my legs, passing my hipbones to reach my breasts. He caressed the swell of them above my strapless bra and moved to my shoulders, pulling me into me in a sitting position before exposing my breasts to his eyes. His hands continued their torture as he moved them down again. All I wanted was an orgasm, but he was postponing my pleasure. I sighed in relief when he finally got rid of my panties. I used every ounce of willpower to not bury his face between my legs.

  “Fuck,” he breathed out, looking at my pussy, caressing the mound softly.

  “Bare… wet… perfect,” he muttered to himself. I felt a swell of pride from his approval even though his opinion shouldn’t have mattered much. But all thoughts left me when I felt his tongue on my pussy.

  “You don’t have to,” I whispered. No matter how much I wanted his lips on me, that bastard Darren didn’t like to do that.

  I moaned with the sensation of his mouth on me, feeling drunk as he sucked my folds into his mouth before he lifted his head, “I would never bring a girl home I don’t want to go down on. Now, shut up and watch,” he groaned, spreading my legs further apart. His pierced tongue turned me frantic with only a few flicks. His fingers were teasing my opening as his tongue did the same to my clit. I dove my fingers into his hair, arching my back to the sensation and cried out my orgasm the moment he thrust two fingers inside me. Before I could return to my senses, I felt another orgasm building up deep inside me from his relentless tongue and insistent fingers on my g-spot.

  “Oh… fuck! Oh my God! Fuck…” I moaned, rubbing my pussy on his face as I rode his fingers, urging him to go harder, faster. He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me as he kept up the steady assault on my clit. My mouth opened on a silent scream with the intensity of my orgasm. I hardly noticed when he lifted me into his arms, carrying me from the couch to another room. We must have looked weird –him fully clothed and me naked as the day I was born. But I didn’t care as I moved closer to his chest, sighing in satisfaction.

  I must have fallen asleep somewhere along the long hallway; I woke up to peppering kisses on my shoulders, my neck, between my breasts. A hand was between my legs, caressing my already sensitive flesh.

  “God,” I moaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. Opening my eyes to his chuckling, I frowned when I saw his fully clothed body.

  “I became your God already, huh? And I didn’t even take off my clothes,” he grinned arrogantly before turning his attention back to my hard nipples.

  “Oh, God! Don’t stop!” I groaned, digging my nails down his still shirt-covered back. Trying to pull his shirt off, I huffed in annoyance, “Why are you still dressed?”

  “Patience, stranger. Tonight will be an experience of a lifetime. You should remember every piece of me,” he said, standing beside the bed, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

  I rolled my eyes, “Cocky much?”

  He didn’t answer me, he didn’t need to. His lopsided grin with a crooked eyebrow was enough of an answer. As he slowly revealed the secrets behind his shirt, I gasped and lifted myself onto my elbows to watch him. I felt like a child on Christmas, excited to open her present. He was my present, waiting for me to discover every secret under his clothes.

  His white shirt framed his well-cut abs, but mostly it emphasized the contrast between the white fabric and his black tattoos. He finally took off the shirt, giving me my special striptease, and I could see the art of his body. His muscles were bulging, making me want to lick each hollow, each mound and dip. As a compliment to his beauty, the tattoos curled around his arms, hugging every vein, licking every delicious inch of his skin till they reached his pecs. My eyes moved down and stopped on his nipples. I tentatively extended my hand to touch his nipple, to feel the barbells under my fingers, but he shook his head, moving his hands to his belt. My eyes followed his movement, not before reading the tattoo under his navel… just below the waistband… just above the outline of his hard cock:

  LOOK INSIDE… that’s what matters.

  “Really? Look inside? Are you that proud of your dick?” I giggled. He didn’t answer me, only continued his task till his cock sprang free from its prison

  Holy fuckity fuck shit!

  “Yes, I am very proud of my dick, stranger… but I’m not that cocky to have a tattoo about it,” he replied, finally. His voice was stern but amused at the same time.

  “I wouldn’t blame you…” I murmured, my focus was fully on his cock. I noticed something glinting under his penis.

  Was his penis pierced, too?


  I wanted to feel him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me with his mouth. Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I suppressed my giggle when my fingers didn’t reach completely around. I moved my hand from the base of his cock to the top of its head, stopping when metal touched my skin. Moving closer, I studied him. There were three barbells underneath his cock, looking hot and dangerous through the throbbing vein as I rubbed the metal back and forth with my thumb.

  “That is called frenum piercing,” he said, nonchalant.

  “Does it hurt?” I asked, carefully stroking him with a loose grip.

  “No,” he said, wrapping his hand around mine, forcing me to grip tighter. My hand felt so small in his as I let him stroke himself using my hand.

  “Will it hurt me?” I whispered, intrigued and excited about his piercings but I also felt inexperienced. His next move shocked me. He brought his thumb to my cheek, caressing my cheekbone in a caring, innocent yet intimate touch. I felt something pass between us as we looked into each other’s eyes, it sizzled and filled the air like another stranger.

  “It won’t… I won’t,” he murmured, his voice was far from the cockiness I’ve gotten used to since the first moment I saw him. Pulling him closer to me by his cock, he hissed as I giggled.

  “Easy, stranger. You wouldn’t want to damage it before we put it to good use,” he smirked.

  Feeling bold, I leaned down to his cock, licking the length of the vein until I reached the piercings. I licked the pinched skin, carefully sucking the sensitive flesh in my mouth, getting bolder with his fast breaths and deep groans. I looked up to see his face, wrapping my lips around his head, swirling my tongue, tasting the pre-cum on him. His hand fisted my hair, eager for my mouth to take him deeper. I tried, but before I could get half of him in my mouth, his head was already hitting the back of my throat.

  “Fuck, stranger. You feel so good,” he groaned, thrusting his hips in slow rhythm. Pumping him with my hand and mouth, I felt like a goddess bringing pleasure to this beautiful stranger.

  “Enough… on your four… now,” he demanded, grabbing a condom from night stand. I did as I was told, waiting in anticipation for the moment I would feel him. Just feeling his head behind me was enough to make me moan, but when he fisted my hair and jerked me back to his chest, a loud groan got free from my throat. The domination, the sudden roughness in his moves after being gentle put my senses on alert.

  “Brace yourself, stranger… this will be rough,” he hissed to my ear just before thrusting his cock inside me in one single yet hard push. I screamed in pleasure, lifting my arm to put my hand on his neck, trying to reciprocate his punishing but amazing rhythm with my own.

  I was so close, my knees started to shake as he continued to hit the right spot inside me, pushing me closer to the edge of pleasure. I could feel his teeth grazing my shoulder, sucking the sensitive skin of my neck as his cock swelled even bigger inside me. I was a ball of sensation.

  “Please…” I moaned.

  “Do you want to come, stranger?” he asked.

  “Yes… God, yes… more.”

  “What will you scream when you come? You don’t even know my name,” he told me through gritted teeth, thrusting his hips into me harder, making me feel drunk with pleasure. His mockery might have made me angry, but at that moment it only pushed me further… and I came with a scream of his name that I knew well:

  “Oh GOD!”

  He kept thrusting into me, but his movements lost the control he had since he was close to his own orgasm. I could feel how hard my pussy was clenching around his cock. He held me closer to his body. Our sweat mixed each others as his fast breathing and grunts filled my ears. I clenched around him, another orgasm was close with the excitement of making him cum.

  “Fuck! So good… you feel so damn good,” he hissed. His hands bit into my hips as he sped up his pace. I pushed myself against him more, desiring to feel his orgasm radiate to my body from his. Finally, he came with an animalistic groan, locking his arms around me, keeping my body flushed with his as he shook with the strength of his own orgasm.

  And we both fell down on the bed… as a perfect kind of panting mess.

  I woke up to the sound of a far away ringtone. Slowly unwrapping myself from the sex god, a.k.a stranger, I grabbed his shirt and followed the sound. The ringing stopped just when I found my purse. I checked the caller ID: Becca BFF. She must have been worried about me, even though I told her my whereabouts. I was about to call her when my phone started to ring again, a number I didn’t recognize.

  “Melody Crown,” I answered the phone. Becca was always mocking me about this, my replying the phone with my name habit… but I kinda liked this.

  “Hello, Miss Crown. It’s Jessica Purcell. I’m calling to inform you that your interview with Jamesons’ Enterprises had to be changed,” she said, professionally cold and bored at the same time.

  “Oh, really? When is my new interview, then?” I asked, still feeling sleepy. My voice was raw because of sleepiness and the screaming I did all night long.

  “In thirty minutes, Miss Crown.” I was sure I heard a sick satisfaction under her fake professionalism.

  “In what?! My interview was supposed to be two days from now!”

  “In thirty minutes. If you think you can’t make it, just let me know,” she told me. I wonder if I was applying for her position. There would be no other reason for her being happy at my distress.

  Taking a deep breath, I said, “I’ll be there.”

  Collecting my clothes from the living room floor, I put them on as quickly as possible, making my way back to the bedroom again. He was still asleep as I tried to put my hair in order. Looking at him once more, I scrabbled a stupid “thank you” onto the paper I found on the nightstand. I didn’t even worry about how silly it sounded.

  Nervous, I ran out of the house, hoping to find a taxi.

  I cursed my luck, walking and looking for a taxi on the way.

  I was in a cocktail dress from yesterday, not showered, and still smelling of him.

  My interview was in twenty minutes and I had no idea if I would be able to arrive on time or if I would get the job looking the way I was.

  My life could not get worse, I thought.

  And my luck laughed her ass off at to me as the rain started.

  I wrapped my coat around me tighter, walking faster, but the rain didn’t stop hitting me. Finally, a taxi stopped next to me… I almost sobbed in relief.

  “Jamesons’ Enterprises Building. Hurry up, please,” I said, ignoring the strange look the driver gave me.

  When I finally got through the revolving door of the big, glass building of the holding, I was already ten minutes late. Even though I had a coat, my dress was wet thanks to unforgiving rain. Trying to fix my look in the mirror in elevator, I cursed under my breath. This interview was so important to me. I applied for the CEO assistant position in one of the best companies in the city, yet I looked no close to presentable.

  “I’m here for a job interview. Jessica Purcell called me this morning,” I said to the receptionist, trying to sound confident since I was anything but.

  “Just follow this hallway and you’ll see Jessica at her desk. She is Mr. Jameson’s assistant.”

  I walked through the hallway. I saw the perfect blonde beside her desk. “I’m Melody Crown, here for an interview. Are you Jessica?” I asked.

  “You’re late, Miss Crown,” she sneered, judging me from head to toe with a disgusted look on her face.

  “I know, Miss Purcell,” I answered her in the same manner.

  “This way. Mr. Jameson’s in his office. Knock before going in,” she instructed, narrowing her eyes at me.

  I tried not to care, taking a deep breath I knocked on the door… hoping the rest of my day would go better.

  It didn’t.

  The interview was a disaster.

  Mister Jameson laughed his ass off when he saw me like a lost puppy in his office. He didn’t even
look at my file, didn’t ask me any questions. He just made me leave his office, saying “I’m not looking for a kid to babysit, I’m looking for an assistant and you’re not that.”

  I cried all the way home. Waking up in bliss was already forgotten after the nightmare of a morning that followed. I was glad Becca wasn’t home when I came in. She would freak out at my tears. Going directly to bathroom, I wanted to erase the morning from my body as I continued to cry.

  For four months, I hadn’t found a job. I didn’t know what I was, a student, a grad, or simply unemployed. I was so excited for this interview, I was ready for it…yet it turned into a disaster.

  I sighed, toweling my body dry when my phone started to ring.

  I took a deep breath before answering, “Hey, Mom.”

  “Hi, my beautiful girl. How are you?” she said with a cheerful voice.

  “I’m great, Mom. Are you back from your honeymoon? How is Brad?” I wasn’t planning on telling her about the job interview fiasco. She sounded so happy, I didn’t want her to worry about me.

  “Yes, baby. We’re back. Paris was amazing. Brad is fine and he wants to invite you to dinner tonight. What do you think?”

  “Umm… it is so nice of him, Mom. But you’re just back and I’m not sure if it’s good idea.”

  “Of course this is a good idea. Our marriage was sudden, you two didn’t get to know each other well. I think this would be a great opportunity for it. He also invited Kellan, his son, hoping he would show up,” my mom tried to convince me.

  Know each other well? Nope, we didn’t… a ten minute Skype call with my mom and her husband didn’t count.

  I didn’t want to say no to her. Even though Brad and my mom got married like a crazy couple in Vegas, I could sense that she was happy. After my dad’s death, mom deserved to be happy with someone who cares about her. Her whole life became about me after our loss and I wanted her to live for herself again. If this guy, Brad, was doing that then they had my blessing from the bottom of my heart… and if my mom would be happy when I went to this dinner, then so be it.