by Lily Evans
“Is that so?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He reaches between our two bodies and shoves his hand into the elastic waistband of my panties sliding into my damp curls, flicking over my engorged clit and playing in the slick arousal gathering between my thighs.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth on a loud moan crushing my mouth over his almost painfully. My teeth bite and scrape. My hands claw at his flesh. Needing him nearer. I grip the sides of his head and hold him steady plundering the wet recesses of his mouth, drinking him in, needing to drown myself in his taste.
A growl erupts from his throat as he rips his mouth from mine and takes a few deep gulping breaths. “Stephanie.”
My breasts heave shallowly as I draw in much needed air. “Don’t stop, Liev.” My lust is past thinking as he slides his hand into my hair and pulls my head back. His mouth, wet and hot, glides over my jaw, his tongue taking long licks over my skin and he sucks on my throat.
The look he gives me tells me that stopping is the furthest thing from his mind. My hands trace every line and ridge over his chest. Testing every muscle as it bulges beneath his taut skin and he grips me tightly.
I spread my legs wider as he nudges past my swollen folds and plunges two fingers deep into my slick channel. My body arches and I lean back on my hands, my head falling against the mirror. I lift my hips as he massages the walls of my pussy and thrusts deep. Sliding over my engorged walls reaching for and finding the one spot that will make me shoot off like a rocket. He swirls his fingers and flips his wrist and I gasp.
“Oh, God.”
He slides his fingers free and pushes them into his mouth. “Delicious.”
I close my eyes at the erotic picture he makes sucking his fingers into his mouth and sucking and licking my juices clean.
A low moan emerges from my throat.
“This is better than what I brought for lunch.”
My pussy swells even more, so hot that it feels like flames could shoot from deep within my body. The only thing keeping the fire at bay are my juices that are flowing freely now.
His fingers warm and steady push my panties over my hips, sliding them off my legs and holding them up to his nose. He inhales deeply before stuffing them in his jeans pockets.
My eyes widen. What are you doing with my panties?” I whisper frantically.
“These are mine.” He grins, his green eyes flashing as the heat in his eyes intensifies. “A souvenir.”
“Liev,” I moan out.
“You want to come, Stephanie?” He smashes his palm against my bare mound and rubs my cream in a circle with the heel of his hand.
“Yes.” My face heats as I smile.
A low growl vibrates in his throat as his head lowers, nostrils flaring as he thrusts two thick fingers deep into my well-lubricated pussy. His thick fingers keep a rhythmic in and out motion. He squats, his face even with my glistening pussy, his warm breath easing over my heated skin. He latches on to my clit and sucks hard.
My stomach muscles clench with need as his tongue slips and slides up and down my slit. His tongue flicks out flat against my labia and laps up my excess juices as he fucks his fingers deep. I begin to melt with the heat of his body and his masterful touch. The walls of my pussy grip his fingers tightly as I drag in a deep breath.
“Please, Liev,” I beg.
“God I’d love to feel that cunt gripping my dick, Stephanie,” he rasps.
“Then hurry.” I beg. “Hurry, please.” I look up and catch him staring up at me with a smile in his intense eyes before he pushes my legs even wider and thrusts his tongue inside me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I lift my hips, pressing his face deep into my pussy. Tremors begin low in my spine and travel down to my toes and back up to my clit, with a couple more lashes of his tongue and one more flick of his fingers I scream in ecstasy. His tongue driving me mad until the final tremor ends.
He rises and shifts his hips into place between my thighs. The sound of his zipper lowering is muffled by our loud breathing. I lift myself, tilting my head forward to catch even the faintest glimpse of his stiff cock as it springs free from his jeans and boxer briefs. I moan in anticipation as I finally catch sight of his thick, veined penis bobbing between my legs.
I lick my lips as a pearlescent drop of liquid beads on the purplish, engorged head of his cock. “Hmm…”
“Stephanie.”
I jump with a start at the sound of Christy’s voice filtering up the stairs. “That was work. I have to go.”
Liev quickly shoves his rigid cock back into his jeans with a cringe before helping me off the counter and I straighten my clothes. He grabs his T-shirt from the bathtub and slides it over his head.
“Stephanie?”
“Were coming!” I yell back, covering my mouth to muffle my chuckle. “Well at least one of us did,” I murmur.
Liev stands in the doorframe. His eyebrows high. “Ain’t that the truth,” he says with a lazy drawl and a grimace.
“I’m sorry.” My eyes flicker to his crotch.
“Why?” His question comes out rough as if he hadn’t spoken for some time.
I look down at the ginormous bulge behind his zipper. My tongue flicks out at the thought of what I could do to get him off. “You didn’t…ya know.”
“Ya know?” He asks his voice gravely with desire.
I hit his arm, then lay my palm flat and squeeze his muscle forgetting what we are talking about.
He blows out a deep breath. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“Okay.” I clear my throat.
How about dinner Friday night?” Liev flashes a grin but straightens his shoulders as if concerned with what my answer might be.
“You want to go out with me?”
“I would think it’s obvious that I’m in to you.”
“I practically attacked you.” I huff a breath, my cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.
He leans close and nips my earlobe. “I liked it.” His chest rises and falls.
I pull back, rubbing my ear.
His eyes burn a trail down my body and back up to capture my gaze with his intense stare.
“I’d like that.”
He cups my face and brushes his mouth over my lips. “Can I have your number?” he whispers against my mouth.
I jump back. “Oh, yeah.” I pick my bag up from where it fell and dig until I find my cards and pull one free to hand to him. “Wait.” I grab my card back from him and write my personal cell number on the back. “Call my cell.”
He takes the card from me but doesn’t immediately release my hand. He rubs my palm lightly with his thumb and all I can do is groan.
“Stephanie!”
I cringe at Christy’s impatient call. “I’ve got to go,” I say as I scoot around the corner and head down the stairs only to stop half-way as I see Christy standing there with a smirk holding up Liev’s hard hat.
I race the rest of the way down the stairs and grab her by the arm pulling her to the car. “I can explain.”
“You better, slut.” Christy laughs.
“I’m not a slut,” I whine.
“Tell that to the big, yummy man standing in the doorway with a goofy grin.”
I glance over my shoulder and sure enough, Liev is standing in the door with a huge grin.
I turn around, giggling as I grab Christy by the arm. “Oh, God, I’m a slut.”
PERFECT STRANGERS
It doesn’t take much for my eyes to follow her as she moves across the room. She’s impossibly beautiful. Abso-fuckin-lutely gorgeous. So with rapt consideration I watch her hips sway with an innate sensuality as she winds across the crowded bar.
I don’t normally have issues finding company, but this lady is different. She doesn’t belong in this bar. She should be sitting at a table with a crystal goblet instead of drinking from a long neck bottle of beer. The contrast of her high-brow suit and beer fascinates me. I need to know more. I want to know more.
I rec
ognize that I want more. That it would be nice to have someone to come home to. So for the first time in a long while, I sit back impatiently in my usual corner booth and give her a few minutes to get situated to see if she is alone before making a move. The ten minutes seem interminable. If I was standing, I would be pacing back and forth.
“Is this seat taken?” I ask, my legs spread and my arms folded across my chest, my heart rate begins to accelerate just a bit.
She shakes her head.
“You look too good to be sitting here all alone,” I say, my eyes taking in her fitted cotton T-shirt, tight jeans, and sandals.
“What makes you think I’m by myself?” She flips her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
I lean across her and lift my brow. “I don’t see anyone next to you.” I reach out a hand and swipe it over the bar looking down at my dry fingers. “No wet ring.” She flashes a skeptical frown. “So this seat must have been empty for some time.”
She waves her hand in the air. “It’s a free country.”
I drag a hand through my hair, hoping I’m playing her well. I pull out the stool next to hers and sit down. I hold up a finger and in less than thirty seconds a long neck is sliding in front of me.
She lifts her blonde brow. “You must come here a lot.”
“After work a few days a week.” I take a long pull from my bottle. I watch from the corner of my eye as her eyes travel over my face and down my neck as my throat moves with each swallow. “How about you?”
“I’ve been here a few times.”
I haven’t seen you here before.”
“Maybe you haven’t been looking.”
“You could be right.” I take a long drink from the beer and sit silently.
“Does this little attempt at seduction work on many women?” She swivels on her high bar stool meeting my gaze. “You look too good to be sitting here all alone?”
“I’m only stating a fact.” I lean in and inhale her fresh feminine scent as my already partially erect cock twitches behind the zipper of my jeans.
She snorts. “Yeah.” She lifts her empty bottle towards the bartender.
“Let me get this one for you.”
“Thank you.” Straightening her back she looks at me through narrowed eyes as if checking to see if I’m worth her time and gives a slight shrug.
She leans her elbow atop the bar. “Is that the best you’ve got?” She wraps her lips around the mouth of her bottle and my horny as hell self nearly shoots its load.
“What?” Now thanks to her glossed lips and a long-neck bottle I’m now sitting here with a raging hard-on.
“Pick-up line.” She smirks.
“Let me see…” I rub my bottom lip with my finger and my thumb and reach back into the deep recesses of my mind for something different. “Smoking is hazardous to your health…and baby, you’re killing me.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?” I continue.
She gnaws on her lower lip as if trying to stop a smile from spreading across her face. “Keep going. I’m waiting to hear something good.”
“I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?” I cock a brow.
I watch as she moistens her lips, then meets my laughing chocolate-colored eyes. I hold up my hand for another beer.
“Thanks.” I glance up at the bartender, then at her. “Want one?”
She nods.
She looks down, then steals a glance at me. “How about, I’ve always felt there was a hole in my life, but you look about the right size to fill it.” She laughs.
I sputter against the lip of my beer bottle. “Damn, good one.” I adjust my jeans to make room for my ever-hardening dick.
She looks me up and down with her pretty blue eyes with an air of confidence, but I can see her opening and closing her fists in her lap. “And I thought it was hot outside!” She leans back against the bar and crosses her legs, pleased with her pick-up line.
I immediately toss back, “Smile if you want to sleep with me.”
She slides gracefully from her bar stool with a smile and holds out her hand.
I pause enjoying our interplay. Enjoying her femininity, but eager for the rest of the night’s entertainments.
She drops her hand. “Suddenly you don’t want to see if I’m magically delicious, Zane?” Cocking her hip, she plants her hand firmly at her waist and tilts her head as her eyes lock with mine.
My dick hardens even more at her mock-innocence. “Hell-to-the-fuck no!” I toss a wad of bills on the bar and leap to the floor. “Lead the way.” I reach down, pulling her right hand from her hip and grip it tightly in mine. Practically dragging her from the bar.
“That’s better,” she calls from behind. “When a woman says she ready to leave a bar with you, your ass better run.”
I look over my shoulder to see her brow arched, slowing my steps when I see her nearly stumble. “Yes, ma’am.” I grin, humor lacing my voice as I give her a jaunty salute.
Her grin a little wicked, she licks her lower lip.
We walk about three more feet, I slow waiting for her to catch up. I jerk her close; wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her up and back, flush against the solidness of my body before pivoting into the nearest ally. I pin her against the side of the building, my left thigh thrust between her legs. My cock now pressed insistently against the join of her thighs.
“My dick has been hard since you walked into the bar.”
“My pussy’s been dripping since I heard your voice.” She moans and jerks her hips against my hard thigh. “God you smell so good.”
I capture her head between my palms and kiss her. Thrusting my tongue brutally between her lips and teeth as carnal desire curls in my stomach as the bitter taste of beer and the sweetness of her saliva coats my tongue. Damn she makes me think of nasty, dirty fucking.
“Zane.” She moans softly.
“Yeah, baby?” I skim my fingertips up the inside of her thigh and her lips part slightly in obvious surprise.
She breathes deep. “We’re in public.” She looks at me with a worried look on her face.
“Oh and I know you like to fuck in public, don’t you, Nina.” Her hair is mussed and her eyes fall closed. I lean forward and lick her from chin to ear. “My little exhibitionist,” I whisper, biting down on her ear. I smile against her face as her breathing turns ragged and she cries out at the hint of pain.
Before she can say anything else, I kiss her, long, hard, and deep. “Well it’s very difficult to fuck you up against this wall when you have on a pair of jeans.” I whisper against her lips.
“Had I known some tall, dark, gorgeous man was going to fuck me in an alleyway tonight, perhaps I would have worn something a little different.”
“Now you know.” I flash a quick smile her way. “Always be prepared.”
“I’m not a damn Boy scout.” She licks her lower lip, her tongue sliding inadvertently over mine in the process provoking a deep groan from my throat.
“I’m dying to see that pretty, little cunt of yours.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Oh, darling.” I dig my hand into her hair and pull her head, exposing her throat to my wet mouth. “It’s inevitable.”
She moves against my leg, rocking her hot pussy against my thigh and I imagine her swollen clit plumping with each pass back and forth.
“Are you trying to get off here in the alleyway without me?” God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch to be pressed against this sexy piece of ass.
She drops her head. “I’m so horny.” She draws in a steadying breath as she moves against me.
I can smell the scent of her arousal surrounding us. Overpowering my senses.
“I’m so wet.” She reaches for my cock and strokes me through my jeans.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck my dick.” I can feel her growing more and more wet with each grind of her pussy,
her head tipped back.
She continues to rock her hips enticingly, every few movements knocking against my turgid cock, the wetness from her dripping channel seeps through her thick jeans making a wet spot on my leg.
“Keep moving Nina.” I pull down the neck of her T-shirt and shove her bra down revealing her hard, pink nipples. “God, your nipples are so hard.” I tease her left nipple with my right hand. Twisting the tiny pink bud hard, making her gasp. “They’re begging to be sucked.”
“Yes.” She begins panting hard and wiggling, wordlessly begging for her sweet release.
“You like this, don’t you, Nina.” I lean forward with a flat tongue and scrape it over her nipple in back and forth licks causing a shudder to ripple through her. Surrounding her nipple with my lips, I tug. “You like the idea of getting caught.” I bite down on the protruding flesh, my cock jumping at her cry. “You want someone to see you come.” I suck her nipple hard against the roof of my mouth.
“Oh, God.”
“Keep rocking those gorgeous hips of yours, Nina. I’ll make you come.” My voice is soft but full of promise. She meets my gaze with glazed eyes, full of lust.
“Your tits are gorgeous, Nina.” I cup one breast in my palm. “So pretty.” I flick my thumb across the engorged tip, scratching lightly with my nail.
She gasps, moving against me as much as she can, wiggling, wanting more, trying hard to reach for her orgasm.
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby.”
“Oh, God,” she cries. “I’m coming.”
Lowering my head to suckle on her left breast, I draw it deep in my mouth and within seconds she shatters. Her soft whimpers only increase my already strained control.