by Lucia Jordan
“It’s ok,” Scott said, paused in his actions. He let Kelly’s ass tremble over him and waited for her pain to subside. She calmed after a moment, and made small moaning noises instead, the sounds muffled by the mattress. “You ok now?” he asked, and she nodded, feeling the gradual inch by inch movements as her asshole swallowed Scott’s cock and filled her in a way she had never felt before. She was open-mouthed against the bed, unable to move with the shock of what she was daring to do.
He was fully inside her now, and Scott let her body free, only his hips pinning her to the bed with his cock buried into her ass, unmoving for now. He did not thrust, waiting for her ass to expand to accommodate him.
Kelly forced herself to relax and as she did, she felt the way it was pressing her vagina through the walls of her body and felt a strange sort of renewed pleasure. Why hadn’t she tried this before?
He rubbed her back, “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, breathing heavily.
She was so aroused; her cunt was clenching and unclenching, ready to orgasm with the lightest of stimulations. “Yes”, she gasped, “Move”.
He shifted slightly, his cock moving inside her and she moaned against the bed. He pulled out an inch and then thrust slowly, she moaned, and his control snapped. Taking hold of her waist, he thrust inside her ass, and she moaned and grit her teeth, feeling every movement with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She shivered with every lunge he made. She was gasping, struggling, and he reached under her body to pinch a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She groaned and thrust her hips upwards, to take him in deeper. She came with a loud, low groan as her cunt squirted heavily. The second she came, Scott’s body jerked and he closed his eyes, pouring his warm cum into her ass.
He pulled his cock out of her and lay down on the bed next to her. Kelly turned her head sideways to look at him; his cock was soft and dangling to one side as he lay on his back, his arms covering his face.
Chapter Five
There was a moment of silence. The thick silence that follows an act of sex, even sex meant purely for the purpose of fucking another person senseless. They both lay in their own, lost universes, absorbing the fact that they had done such a thing, and reliving their favorite moments. There was a silent commentary running through the air.
Kelly felt like a different person. She could barely believe that earlier on it that very evening she had been standing in the bathroom, crying her heart out over Jake. Now, she could barely remember his name, and those emotional scenes of lovemaking they had shared together had been blown out of the water. She had never experienced anything like this. Scott and his body made her knees go weak. She had no idea why he had this effect on her senses, but it was true that she had never had so many orgasms during sex. Kelly was not usually a sexual person, but now it felt as though fire, ice, dragons and spirits were fighting through her body as she experiences joy, grief, guilt, pleasure and desire all at once, all heightened, all lingering.
She felt addicted. Even now, with her ass burning and her cunt sore from his large cock pounding deliciously inside it, all she wanted was to bend over his body and take him into her mouth to make it wet with her tongue. She wanted to rub her tongue over his balls, and make Scott groan aloud with pleasure, but she held back, merely looking at the man who was the cause of all of this pleasure. She wanted to touch him again, to feel his presence inside her once more, but her insides seemed to have turned to jelly, and she just lay, feeling the dying throbs of orgasm and pleasure as they ebbed through her and made her sigh at the strangeness of it all.
“Did you want me to stay over?” Scott asked, lowering his arms from his face. He looked different now he was spent – softer somehow and more like the shy man in the bar she had invited back.
“If you like,” she said. “I somehow don’t really care what you do,” she looked at him, feeling a soft of power shift between them. Now he was spent, she was the one to be giving commands, to be testing his boundaries.
“I guess I’ll take off, actually,” he said, sitting up and looking at Kelly’s soft body, pert nipples and open, wet sex. He stared at her for a moment, and then took off back to the bathroom.
Kelly heard the shower start and sighed, imagining Scott’s body under the water – the steam covering his skin and the water pouring over his taught, toned body. He was certainly worth seeing again, but if he was in a relationship, she couldn’t do it. She had already ruined one relationship; she couldn’t risk the death of another. She couldn’t hurt a woman, not even one she had never met.
“Thanks,” Scott’s voice came from the doorway. He was dressed, and had his mobile phone in his hand. “I’ll call a cab from here, yeah?”
“Sure,” Kelly said, feeling completely relaxed in her nakedness. “And Scott, maybe you shouldn’t be fucking strange women you meet in bars if you’ve got a girlfriend,” she chastised.
He smirked and rolled his eyes as he dialed the number. “Believe me, she’ll be doing the exact same thing,” he said, putting the phone to his ear. As he turned to speak to the operator, Kelly felt a strange wondering… Was that how modern relationships worked these days? People fucking strangers and there being no recriminations? She thought back to her time with Jake and concluded they had been terribly old-fashioned, but wasn’t this casual sex taking things a bit too far? She had to know what else there was to do in her new found single life.
“I’ll wait outside,” Scott said, pulling his jacket on. “Thanks for the memories, babe, that was a night and a half,” he ruffled her hair rather than kiss her, and Kelly was pleased.
“And if I choose to visit the Santiago again?” she asked, referring back to the club.
“Oh, I’m there most Thursday nights,” he said, shrugging. “Eloise doesn’t care for dancing or drinking, but I’m up for pretty much anything,” he grinned.
“See you around,” Kelly said, following Scott to her door and locking it behind him. Her skin felt electric as she pressed herself against the cold exterior door. She had awakened something inside herself, and could not wait to bring it to life once again.
Next Thursday night could not come too soon…
Book 2: Spectacular Stranger II
Chapter One
“Where is he?” Kelly wasn’t wearing a watch, but kept looking at her wrist nonetheless.
It was stupid! They had driven around and around the church ten times, now and still there was no sign of the groom’s car. The church bells had been ringing for so long that they were changing from peals of joy to sheer death-knells that pounded into the bride’s head like sledgehammers.
“Hadn’t we better go in?” her dad had said, looking nervously out of the window. “Show that we’re here, at least?”
“He’s coming,” Kelly snapped. “He said he’d be here, and he’s going to be here. He promised,” she glared at her bouquet that was beginning to wilt slightly in the heat. She could feel the bones of her wedding dress sticking into her skin, and the heavy skirt had a scratchy bit, rubbing on her leg so it made her uncomfortable. The dress took up most of the car, and in the heat, she could feel her makeup starting to slide.
Where is he? She thought again, sweat starting to bead on her brow. She knew he was running late, he’s said so that morning. The last text she got before she gave her phone to Carolyn to look after – after all, there was nowhere to store a phone in a wedding dress.
“Really, darling,” her dad tried again as they again circled the church in the limousine, “I think you ought to go in… people will be getting worried.”
“I’m damn well worried!” she squeaked, feeling her tiara slip a little. She considered.
Maybe he really was going to be late. Typical Jake, she might have known he would mess up in some way. But being late for your own wedding day was a step too far, she thought.
Kelly took a deep breath and shut her eyes regally. “Yes,” she heard herself saying, “We’ll go in and see what’s going on.”
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br /> Kelly walked up the aisle tentatively with her father, people snapping photographs at her even though there was no groom at the altar, only a concerned-looking priest who was fiddling with his bible and trying to sound supportive.
“I don’t suppose you have heard from the groom?” he asked.
“No, there’s no chance of my hiding a cell phone in my cleavage,” Kelly said harshly. She knew no one in the church was at fault – she just had to take her frustrations out on somebody.
She waited. The bells in the church chimed the hour and she knew in her secret heart what the truth was. She knew he wasn’t coming, and when Carolyn handed her a cell out of the bridesmaid’s handbag, she knew what the message was going to say, even before she read it.
Kelly was a strong woman. She had always looked after herself, even when she was a young girl in college; when she had first started seeing Jake. And no one had been able to see past that cold, hard exterior except for him. Only he had known what it was to make love to her – to slip inside her and feel her pleasure, taste her femininity and to make her happy. And now, after all of that, he was gone, as if he was never there at all. And he wasn’t coming back.
The walls of the church seemed to be falling in on top of the bride, and she felt the burning eyes of her wedding guests piercing her fragile skin and boring holes into her. It was the worst she had ever felt, even worse than forcing Jake to propose to her. The stained glass windows seemed to shatter and she covered her teary eyes to protect them.
*
Kelly woke and stared into the darkness of the confusion that follows a dream. She had that dream less and less lately, but each time it seared her right to her core. She knew something was missing from her current relationship with her fuck-buddy, Scott. What was missing was the fluttering heartbeats she had had when she put on her wedding dress, the nerves of getting into bed with someone for the first time and the soft kiss good morning.
She had fulfilled her body’s needs, but now her heart and her mind were desperate for something else, something different, someone new. And she doubted that Scott was where she was going to find the emotional connection she needed.
Chapter Two
The time Scott and Kelly had spent together had been all about fucking, though of course, neither of them was complaining. The sex was fantastic, mind-blowing, unexpected and relentless. It was as though sparks had been set off in Kelly’s head ever since she had been left, standing at the aisle by Jake, the man who had promised to marry her, promised so much and just failed to deliver when the time came. Now, thanks to her experiences with Scott, she knew that Jake had also been lacking in more than just the romance department.
Scott sometimes spent the night at her place, and when he chose to stop over, Kelly felt like a different woman. Although all they seemed to do was use each other’s bodies, it fulfilled everything she wanted right now, and gave her a reason to get out of bed, brush her teeth and buy matching underwear. She had never known sex could be about such pleasure and she suddenly felt that Jake’s abandonment had been a blessing in disguise.
That Friday night had been another typical episode – the meeting in the club, still the Santiago, the small talk, and the cab ride home, whilst they devoured the sight of each other, waiting for the vehicle to pull up outside Kelly’s apartment block. Then, there came the rhythmic stripping, tearing and loosening of clothes – trousers kicked off, bras flung over lamps and the desperate touching, pushing and accepting of the other’s body inside. On that particular night, Kelly had asked Scott to sleep over and they had fallen asleep, rather romantically in the spoon position.
She awoke late the next morning, and looked beside her instantly, noticing how Scott’s chiseled, handsome face softened while he slept. She was in her nightshirt, and he was completely naked. She could tell by the way the sheet covering his lower body was lifted that he had a tremendous case of morning wood. She grasped the edge of the sheet and slowly slid it down, revealing his body.
Her cunt clenched as she saw him laying there, his cock hard. He was still fast asleep, so she knelt up beside him and tenderly touched her hand to his erection. He awoke suddenly and looked lost for a moment before smiling at her sleepily. She wriggled her way between his legs, and he closed his eyes, spreading his own long limbs to let her do whatever she wanted to do with him.
She bent over his cock, touching the head of it with her tongue. This was hardly the first time she had taken his cock in her mouth, and the taste of him still thrilled her senses. She was already so turned on she had trouble believing how he could have such an impact on her body, if not her soul.
Scott gently touched the back of her head with one hand, rubbing her bright red hair as she licked his cock. “Take it all inside your mouth”, he whispered, his voice still hoarse from sleep. She complied instantly, taking his cock deep into her mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she moaned, moving her head back and forth, savoring the feeling and texture of the soft, smooth skin against her tongue and lips. She could taste his precum, salty and sour, and lapped up his cock hungrily.
“I want you”, she heard him say, his eyes still closed, his hand caressing the back of her head. Kelly’s heart skipped a beat, and she chastised herself – one early morning fuck did not a keeper make. Still, she was horny and ready, so why not?
She moved her mouth from his cock to his navel, trailing soft bites along his body. He moaned, breathing hard, as her mouth travelled up to his stomach, to his chest and she moved towards his shoulder. He abruptly got up to a sitting position and grabbed her nightshirt to take it off and throw it on the bed beside them.
Scott pulled the slender young woman up on top of him, her thighs and buttocks straddling his cock, and then as she moved into position, her wet, tensing cunt pressed against his boner. He slowly took each breast in his hand, massaging them, while looking at them like they were the best things he had ever seen in his life. He moved his head down to lick a nipple, and Kelly gasped, her breasts swelling to fill his palms. He moved his head back and pinched her nipples viciously, twisting them around between his fingers. Kelly screamed and leant down to bite his neck.
As if sensing her need to be pleasured, his grip on her breasts tightened, and he squished the soft flesh roughly, and she let out a moan of pure, unexpected pleasure. He kissed her softly as he lay her back down onto the bed; her arms in one hand tightly pinned over her head. Scott admired her shapely form for a moment, and then leant down to suck her nipples, which were erect, like teasing pink fruits, ready to be bitten. He sucked hard on one nipple, applying just the right amount of pressure and she twisted and squirmed under his assault. He moved to the other nipple to lavish the same attention to it and Kelly groaned as her orgasm began to build.
With his free hand, he expertly parted her legs and rubbed her clit furiously, over and over until she was gasping and squirming, barely able to control keeping still. She came with a loud, long groan, her body arching like a bow, her toes curled as she squirted her juices against his fingers.
“You’re so responsive, I love fucking you,” he said huskily against her nipple. Kelly twitched as he said those words. They were just words after all.
Chapter Three
Scott let her arms go free and helped her to turn around. “Get on your hands and knees in front of me”, he said sternly, and she complied quickly. He parted her ass cheeks with his hands, and slid a finger into her ass.
Kelly let out a cry of pleasure and began to move her ass against his finger, trying to take it in deeper. Scott grabbed her around the waist with one arm tightly, and added another finger to her ass hole. This time, as he had expected, she tried to pull away, as her ass stretched to accommodate the width of two fingers. Her ass was still small and sensitive to penetration and the building pain was making her body pull away without her wanting to. In truth, her whole body was on fire, and she wanted his cock buried deep inside her.
Scott teasingly positioned his
cock behind her ass, but slid easily into her cunt instead, his entrance slicked by the gathering wetness of Kelly’s passage. Her wet, fluttering, tensing vagina made his cock wet and he slid out, using the lube to push into her still tight ass. He placed soft, yet strong hands either side of her waist and slid into her pulsing cunt slowly, feeling the tight, still inexperienced opening stretch and take his cock inside. She moaned, panting softly and pushed her face against the mattress to muffle her sounds, delighting in how slowly he could fuck her and still make her writhe with pleasure.
Scott was gentle with her morning cunt; he was enjoying her responses just as much as she was enjoying his cock, and he knew their shared passion was the same for her as it was for him. He had never had such explosive sex with anyone in his life, and he was enjoying her delectable body thoroughly.
He moved inside her hot, pink wetness, slowly as he could, stroking over her soft skin, sending shivers over her body. Kelly fought to keep herself in place as Scott fucked her, though she wanted to bounce on his cock more than anything. Her sounds were muffled and she was not trying to pull away or stop, rather she was fighting to keep from increasing his pace, which meant she was enjoying their fuck as much as he was enjoying it. Within moments, he moaned and grasped her tighter, his nails digging into the soft flesh of her stomach as he poured his cum into her body.
Pulling out, he rubbed her ass and then on impulse, slapped it hard. The loud slapping sound, along with the stinging pain made Kelly’s body jerk. She did not move out of his reach but stayed in place.
Scott took the hint; she had enjoyed it. Hardly daring to believe his luck, he brought his hand down onto her buttock again, and spanking her with a force that he knew was bound to hurt. Kelly gasped and turned around to face him, her passage over spilling with his semen.
She was breathing hard, her face flushed, aroused from her morning indulgence and badly wanting, no needing to cum. He smirked at her innocently and she decided to take things into her own hands – literally.