Possessed by a Stranger

by Jeny Stone

  She came easier, harder each time he pushed her off the edge. He had one more good fuck left in him before he collapsed with exhaustion. He wanted her to fuck his dick off. He pushed himself up on the pillows in between her trembling arms.

  Her face was filled with appreciation with the sexiest smile he had ever witnessed. He hadn’t found anyone that came close to matching his libido but she might just surpass him in that aspect.

  “Oh baby, ride me hard.” He commanded, barely finding enough breath to speak.

  She easily slipped over his hard dick without his assistance. Face to face, her arms beside his head, he held her hips. He was positioned perfectly to kiss her lips, stare into her eyes and enjoy her fucking the hell out him.

  Her tight slippery tunnel moved up his shaft then engulfed him deep inside her. The roll of her muscles from her chest down signaled she was getting close to exploding. He loved that roll almost as much as her eyes glazing. Her eyes widened. Her muscles rolled again as he slipped his finger in her back entrance. He loved her eager response to all his wants. He soared into a muscle tightening urgency. She breathed through her mouth in short spurts. His fingers dug into her hips pushing his finger deeper inside her. His hips thrust into her, deep, hard, quickening the motion. She moaned in his mouth as he felt the explosion squirting out from his balls to the tip of his dick. Pressed into her depths her tunnel walls tightened around him, milking him dry.

  He held her tight shuddering from his very core. When his breath returned he reached behind his head and pulled the scarf loose from the bed. One tug on each end untied the knots. She collapsed in his arms.

  Her body trembled completely exhausted and unbelievably content. He had used her body as a vessel for his pleasure but she didn’t mind in the least. Physical pleasure was what bound them together. He had provided her with more pleasure than she thought she could endure. With her hands free she touched his face, neck and chest basking in the sweet glow that surrounded them.

  “I swear I can’t move. If you can die of sex, then this is the way I want to go.”

  His arms held her close wanting her to stay there. Her warm damp skin pressed against his filled him with a peaceful contentment. This woman was created for his pleasure and he wouldn’t be done with her for quite some time.

  “We’ll save this for special occasions. I may not survive another night like this one.” He knew it wouldn’t be necessary to restrict her after tonight. When he had sex on a regular basis he enjoyed the interaction. He planned on having frequent sex with this one.

  All she heard was there were going to be more nights. More times that she would feel him inside her, more kisses, more laying in his arms.

  He shifted her over while he removed his condom. He gathered her firmly back in his arms. Tilting her head he gazed into her blue seas of contentment.

  “I’m glad you trusted me. I know it couldn’t have been easy. Believe me, everyone I have to deal with next week will be thankful.”

  Her lips grazed his playfully. “That sounds like I’m your substitution for Valium. If so…I might want to start an anti-drug campaign.” He tightened his hold with a possessiveness that gripped her heart.

  His stern gaze searched her eyes. “You’re my prescription only. I won’t share you, so there’s no trespassing allowed.” Finally after months of her evading his capture he was able to lay down the law. She needed to understand the importance. No one touched her but him.

  Her mouth covered his passionately accepting the terms of his agreement. He was the only man that would ever have her. He owned her whether he knew it or not. Her hand on his chest raised and lowered with each of his deep breaths. Nestled securely in his arms she drifted into a sound sleep.

  Floating contently in the haze of near consciousness Hannah opened her eyes when she heard footsteps in her room. Garret walked to the side of her bed carrying a cup of coffee in each hand. His smile led her out of her dreamy state to fully awake. He sat on the edge of the bed while she adjusted the pillows to sit upright. He looked relaxed and rested as he handed her one of the cups. His freshly showered smell told of his early awakening.

  “Good morning. I brought you coffee. I was going to give you breakfast in bed but you’re out of cereal.” Her sparkling eyes sucked the breath right out of him. Damn, he wished he had more time.

  “Coffee’s fine, thank you. I take it cooking isn’t part of your repertoire.” That man had a significant hold over her. He easily replaced her need to breathe.

  “With a can opener and a microwave, I’m a world class chef. But, I feel it’s my civic duty to support local restaurants.”

  “I’ll cook you breakfast. You earned it. How do you like your eggs?” She made a move to leave her bed. He stopped her with his arm over her waist. Her heart sank knowing he was leaving.

  “I’m headed to the house to spend time with Pops before I return to the city. I neglected him just like I did you during the last months. I’ll grab something to eat there. I didn’t want you to wake up and think I slipped away in the middle of the night.”

  “I thought that was my role.” As much as she wanted him to stay, she sympathized with his need to spend time with his grandfather. She found his devotion to Pops an endearing quality.

  Her tousled hair sexily framed her face. He wiped the curls from the side of her satin cheek with his finger. “I’ll be back Friday night.” He knew Friday wouldn’t come soon enough for him.

  Her heart raced ecstatically with the promise of him coming back Friday, to her. “You’re more than welcome to stay here.” She laughed teasingly.

  She felt peaceful, comfortable with partaking in a casual conversation. There wasn’t any tension between them, nothing to hide, no ulterior motives to conceal. Sex bound them together, neither expected more. At least, that was what she told herself.

  Garret chuckled and patted the bed. “I had already planned on staying here. I’ll hang the picture next week. Until then, you will have to remember you are my territory.”

  He felt an odd clench in his stomach with his reluctance to leave. In five days he would return and surely he could go five days without her. He knew he would be thinking, breathing, dreaming about her. After the memorable night of sexual activities his interest in her stepped up a notch. He definitely wanted more of her.

  Her busy week flashed across her memory. “Oh shit, I’ll have to hide the portrait until then. I have the contractors coming in for the final inspection. We both would be the talk of the town if any of them saw that. I would have to move back to the city.”

  Her cheeks flushed with a crimson glow. “You can stick it under the bed for this week only. That way you can sleep on top of me.” He kissed her tenderly savoring every second so the memory would last for five long days.

  The week flew by for Hannah. The final inspection of her cottage, two more days of contractors doing odds and ends, visiting Pops, a trip to her storage buildings, and being back online conducting business kept her busy. Friday popped up before she had time to worry, plan or even anticipate Garret’s arrival. Business occupied the first couple of hours on Friday morning. She drove to her visit with Pops so she could leave there and go directly to the grocery store. Her bare cabinets and refrigerator had yet to be filled. She started a list then just wrote “everything” on the useless piece of paper.

  Stocking up on groceries was more of a chore than she expected. She was sick of food by the time she finished. Unfortunately, she was also starving. Shopping for food made you consume your purchase which started the circle all over again. This was the reason people preferred take-out. Finally, with all the groceries stored where they belonged, she prepared the ingredients for lasagna.

  What time he arrived was left in a noncommittal stage right along with would he be hungry and should she cook. Whatever the answers, she wished they had been clarified. These feelings brought on by not knowing were electrifying and yet terrifying. She needed to get a grip on her rapidly changing emotions. Lasagn
a was the perfect solution for dinner. It would be ready to eat or stuffed into the refrigerator to reheat tomorrow. With one problem solved and freshly showered she found herself standing in front of her opened closet facing the same dilemma as last week. It seemed ridiculous to be in such a tizzy as to what to wear in her home. She searched for something casual and yet appealing.

  She hadn’t faced the dilemma of trying to dress to please a man before now, with him. Before him she wore whatever suited her fancy or the occasion. There wasn’t anyone she wanted to impress or attract. With Garret it was different. No, she was different. She slipped into a black pair of running shorts and a bright blue tank top deciding to be herself. It was better for both of them if he saw her the way she was, simple and comfortable with herself. If he hadn’t showed by bedtime, she might be back here deciding which gown or pajamas to wear.

  The lasagna finished baking. She was in the kitchen reading the directions to her oven, trying to set the timer on the warm setting. The doorbell, she had anxiously waited to hear, rang. Giddy as a teenager anticipating a first date, she hurried barefooted to the door. She pushed open the door. Garret dressed in his business attire stood holding an overnight bag. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. He came directly from work and planned to stay.

  “Well, hello handsome, come in and show me what you’re selling.” Trying to hide the excitement from her voice she teased him with a wide smile tugging on her lips.

  Damn, she was as gorgeous as he remembered with her eyes and smile enlightened by her delight to see him. He closed the door as he stepped inside. The overnight bag dropped to the floor. Scooping her into his arms his lips found hers eagerly accepting his kiss. Her arms embraced his neck. He had broken the speed limit to taste her luscious lips.

  She felt warm and seductive in his arms. He relinquished her lips deciding to pace himself before he threw her on the floor. This weekend he wanted to learn more about the mystery lady that had cast him under her spell.

  “Lucky for you, I’m giving away free samples.” He tilted her head to capture the sparkle in her eyes.

  His strong arms holding her close was exactly where she belonged. She sunk into him feeling the ripples of his muscles. “Should I place my order now or wait to see what else you have to offer?”

  “I have lots more. If you find something you particularly favor just let me know. I’m full of freebies.”

  He would gladly provide any wish she asked of him. This woman was as dangerous as she was beautiful. She was dangerous to him and his nonchalant attitude about sex. He shouldn’t want her with the desperation he felt every time he laid eyes on her. It was just sex, a physical need, an involuntary emotional response.

  A giggle bubbled in her throat. “I’ll remember that. You must have come straight from work. Are you hungry?”

  He hugged her firmly before releasing his hold. “Starving…I’ll shower first if you don’t mind.” His knees bent slightly as his hand grabbed the overnight bag off the floor.

  “Go ahead and I’ll finish in the kitchen. You can choose which bathroom.”

  He climbed the stairs to claim the master bath. It was fitting since he had already mastered her body. If she didn’t get a grip on her emotions, he would claim more than just her body. This was a mutual sexual attraction and nothing more. He wasn’t the type to settle down with anyone let alone her. She had studied the postings on the internet reporting his every move, it would seem. His picture appeared from numerous events he had attended, all with a different woman. The women had common denominators, classy, elegant, beautiful and fleeting. The same woman never appeared twice. He was way out of her league with him in a mansion and her in a cottage positioned at the foot of his estate. She would enjoy him while she could with a solid barrier of facts protecting her heart.

  She set the table placing the lasagna in the center. The task to learn how to use her oven was put on hold. She popped the bread in the oven. Setting the oven’s temperature was the one thing she had mastered.

  The bread was coming out of the oven when he appeared in the doorway. She breathed in his freshly showered aroma as he casually walked over to her wearing shorts and t-shirt. He leaned on the counter beside her, watching her remove the bread from the pans. His eyes played teasingly with hers.

  “Everything smells delicious. You must have gone to the grocery store.”

  “I went today. I was faced with shop or starve. With all the work going on with the cottage, I didn’t dare leave long enough to shop. It’s hard to tell what disaster I would have come back to.”

  He took the wooden bread board from her hands setting it on the table. He pulled out a chair for her to sit helping her scoot it forward. He joined her at the head of the table. Garret sliced into the lasagna and filled both their plates. In between bites they had time to talk.

  “I stopped for gas at the store down the road. I’ve known the owner for years. He asked me if I had met that pretty little bossy lady. Surely, he wasn’t referring to you?”

  Bob had driven her up a wall and he dared to call her bossy. She should have fired his butt instead of having his crack flashed at her daily. “I can’t believe they called me bossy. Mr. Jackson’s son, Bob, and grandson, Seth, did the electrical work. Every time Bob came looking for me, I cringed. I knew he had screwed up something else. If I was as bossy as they seemed to think, he would have listened to me instead of barking his version of my orders.”

  Mr. Jackson and several other men at the gas station actually referred to her as a slave driving know-it-all bitch. He was glad he cleaned up the description a tad or she might have gone storming down to the store to confront the old man.

  “There’s no reason to get mad now. Your renovations are over. I heard Bob was a good electrician.” He loved seeing the fire in her eyes.

  “He was. The electric part went well. It was when he stepped into other areas that caused the problems. He was under the impression he was in charge. He kept trying to save me money by going a cheaper route. By the second month, I couldn’t even speak to him without gritting my teeth. He’s lucky I didn’t bury him behind one of these walls.”

  She had spent the previous months working with a group of men and he didn’t care for the sound of that. After hearing Mr. Jackson’s gossip he was elated the men complained about her. And they complained vehemently. He would bet money she ran her contractors ragged.

  “I just had my townhouse redecorated. I’ll never do that again. If it needs updated again, I’ll move first.”

  “Is that why you were in the hotel?”

  That would explain her misconception of him living out of town. She was relieved he had a reason to live at the hotel and the penthouse wasn’t a love nest. He had a long list of past women according to her research. The thought of losing her virginity on a bed of ill repute took away some of the magic.

  “Yes, for four long months. The Presley Corporation has it under contract for out of town business associates.”

  He must have hired idiots. “I’m getting ready to refurbish a three thousand square foot townhouse. I hate to tell you but we’ll be in and out of there in two months. It would be sooner if the kitchen cabinets weren’t being custom made.”

  “It’s too bad I didn’t have my townhouse done in antiques. I could have seen you every day and bossed you around.”

  “Oh no, that’s not how I work. Every detail is worked out before hand, down to the color and thread count of the sheets. After the contract was signed, I wouldn’t see you until the job had been completed. I love antiques but I don’t limit myself to them. The redecorating thing is a sideline anyway. I only do them for special clients. If they’re buying all their furnishings from me, then I hire and supervise the contractors. It’s easy money since I have such a bossy personality. Believe me, I make sure the client understands to stay out of my way.”

  There was quite a bit of fire stored in that sexy little lady. He imagined getting in her way would be comparable to standing in fr
ont of a steam roller.

  “You can’t get over that bossy comment, can you? You’re an industrious little lady. How are you going to like the quiet country life?” Her attitude flipped immediately. She openly expressed her emotions, which appeared to wash away the previous emotion.

  “I think I’m going to love it. I’m used to the solitude since I stayed holed up in my apartment to work. I can scream at the top of my lungs and stomp all I want to without anyone pounding on the walls. Now, I have more space to move around and I can bring items here that I need to research. It will take some planning with my trips to the city to get everything done at one time but I can handle that. I will miss seeing my friends on a regular basis but they’re only an hour away. My friend list dwindled recently anyway.”

  There was wistfulness in her voice that sparked a concern. “Does that mean your ex didn’t take the break-up very well?”

  He had seen how well Jay took the break-up on the video. Beer bottle upside his head or not, Jay hadn’t answered to him yet.

  “He was more pissed I left the bar with a stranger than the break-up. It was more about his male ego than me. I embarrassed him in front of our friends because I wasn’t devastated. I want to kick myself every time I think about all the time I wasted with him.”

  “How often do you think about him?” This shit needed to be straightened out now. He wouldn’t play around with any indecision about another man. That prick had better be out of the picture. Being too stupid to know what he was throwing away was not an excuse to be forgiven.

  “Truthfully, I think about him a lot. Not because of him but because of me. I’m disappointed in myself. I knew I wasn’t in love with him and I should have broken it off years ago. But you can’t change the past and I learned a valuable lesson. In order to find happiness I need to be true to myself first. You’re a man, so give me your honest opinion. If you were in love with a woman that didn’t love you, would you want her to tell you?”