by K. T. Red
I look up at him, tears shining in my eyes. He unfurls his legs and I move up to rest my head on his chest. His heart is racing. I feel it beating against my face as his arms enfold me and keep me close.
“From the very first moment I saw you in the warehouse with Scott, I wanted you. Badly, too. But I did not - and still do not - understand why you behave the way you do. Why would someone like you give their all to someone to whom they mean almost nothing? You are beautiful and alive and vibrant, my lovely Sarah, but you are so hostile - and so very angry. And then when I saw you with that girl, at first I felt such sadness and betrayal and then such anger - such a frightening murderous rage inside me. Mon Dieu, I too was so very angry!”
I bury my face in his chest. “Please stop, Emil.”
“You must stop being angry, chere. It will damage you irreparably. Sex isn’t about anger, about being the winner, the strongest or the best. It is not about competition or one-upmanship. Didn’t it feel so much better this time - for both of us? Doesn’t kindness, tenderness and gentleness give just as much pleasure as fiery, angry passion? You must not fear intimacy and affection, Sarah.”
So many thoughts and feelings and memories and emotions are flying around inside my head. I can’t think anymore. My head hurts. My eyes are so heavy that I can barely keep them open.
Emil chuckles. “But passion is good, too. It is very good. And you have that in plentiful abundance, my beautiful, greedy girl. And the next time we are together, I will take such great delight in ravishing you senseless!”
I must have drifted off to sleep because when I open my eyes, Emil has gone. The duvet has been pulled over me and there is a fresh tray on my dressing table. On it is a vase with bright yellow daffodils - my favourite, how the hell did he know that and where did he find that vase? - fresh coffee, croissants and two tiny pots of preserve.
I pour myself a coffee, wincing when I realise that it is almost midday! Then I notice a folded piece of paper tucked under the vase.
“Eat!”
I’m really hungry - well, it is almost lunchtime - and quickly polish off the first croissant with lashings of strawberry preserve. I pick up the second and underneath is a key and another note, simply saying “Je suis desole! Emil x”
I close my eyes and sigh, the slightest of smiles on my lips. Oh dear, I think he’s going to be trouble - trouble in the most maddening, irritating and possibly exciting and wonderful way!
Chapter Eleven
Stupid, fucking crap British weather! It’s the middle of May and for the fourth time this week I’ve got soaked to the skin on my way in to work - and again on the way home. And my stupid, useless fucking umbrella has blown inside out so many times I might as well not have one. Oh - fuck it!
As I stand here waiting for the bus in the pouring rain - again! - all I can hear is that famous line in my favourite ever film “There comes a point when you’re so wet you can’t get any wetter!” Well, I think I’m wetter than that! My fellow travellers look just as thoroughly pissed off as I am.
And just when I think that things couldn’t get any worse, some fucking moron drives through a large puddle and absolutely drenches me. Well, that’s it! Enough is enough! I throw my broken and pathetic excuse for an umbrella into a nearby litter bin and march over to where the car is pulling over to stop.
The driver’s door opens and just as I’m about to unleash a very therapeutic stream of unladylike obscenities, a familiar face appears before me. A gorgeous face made unbelievably more gorgeous as the rain makes him as wet as I am.
“Scott Johnson! You absolute fucking bastard!”
“Oh my God, Sarah. I am so sorry! I didn’t see the puddle until it was too late - I swear!”
I want to shout and scream at him - he has drenched me from top to toe. My hair is plastered to my face, water cascading over my shoulders. And then I look at him, standing there in the pouring rain and my temper fades - to be replaced by something just as hot and dangerous.
I don’t know how long we stand there, staring at each other, rain pouring down our faces - obviously both thinking the same thing. A passing car beeps at us, breaking the spell.
“For fuck’s sake, Sarah. Just get in the car!”
I don’t need to be asked twice!
I stare at the road ahead, sneaking a few sly, sideways glances at my handsome chauffeur, fighting the temptation to smirk and betray the disgustingly lurid thoughts racing through my mind. My thoughts also drift back to our passionate coupling a few weeks ago in the warehouse - and to everything that’s happened to me since.
The windscreen wipers sweep from side to side, keeping the rain at bay as I wipe my face with my hands, making a feeble attempt to rectify my drowned rat appearance. I turn to look at Scott. “So......how are you?” It seems such a stupid and childish thing to say but I have to start the ball rolling somehow.
Taking his eyes off the road briefly, he smiles and shrugs. “Okay I suppose. You?”
“Yeah - good thanks.” Part of me wants to tell him everything, about the consequences. But those consequences are mine, for me to deal with - not him. He’s got enough on his plate. “Am I allowed to ask how things are - you know, at home?”
He sighs, the smile disappearing. “Oh - same old, same old.”
I hear myself saying “Oh. Sorry.” but I know that I’m not. Does that make me a bad person? Should I be ashamed of myself? I shouldn’t be pleased that all is not happy in his marital bed. But I am. His wife must need her bloody head seeing to. The traffic lights change to red, causing Scott to stop the car. Taking this as a sign, I reach out and rest my hand on top of his as it sits on the handbrake.
The smirk I’ve been trying to fight escapes as I shift in my seat to face him. “So.....?” I leave what I was going to say unfinished.
“So..........?” There’s a smile on his face - and I can’t believe it but he’s actually blushing.
I stroke his hand. “Scott Johnson! I do believe you’re blushing!”
He opens his mouth but as he goes to speak, the lights change. As he drives, he quickly grabs my hand and places it on his crotch. He is hard as a rock! Giving him a gentle pat, I lean over and ask “How long do you have?”
Scott takes a deep breath, his eyes - if not his mind - concentrating on the traffic. “Long enough but not as long as I’d really like.” He groans as I give His Royal Hardness a few affectionate strokes. “Oh dear God, Sarah. Every time I think about what happened, I get a raging hard-on.” His eyes stay on the road. “Every time I see you at work - as you walk across the car park or look out of your window or sneak down to the vending machine for a snack - I get the biggest fucking boner I’ve had for years!”
He glances at me for a split second. “Even hearing one of the other guys mention your name does it - especially if it’s dirty talk - and there I am, left trying to do my job when I’m stiff as a board! It’s just as well that I don’t talk in my sleep with the dreams I’m having about you - about having you. I even came in my fucking sleep! You‘re giving me wet dreams - at my age, for Christ‘s sake!”
I try not to laugh. “Oh, Scott.” I take my hand away but he just puts it straight back. “Take the next right.”
“What?”
“Take. The. Next. Right!” He looks puzzled at first - and then, seeing my smirk and raised eyebrows! - smiles as the penny drops.
Chapter Twelve
As we turn down the road, he says “I see. Know this area well, do you?”
I laugh and shrug. “I grew up around here - and I know lots of nice, discreet hidey-holes.” The road narrows. “There’s a lane on the left just after this bend. Slow down a bit or you’ll miss it.”
But he doesn’t and he eases his car down the narrow, winding lane as I ease my hand up and down that wonderful hard length of his cock. He pushes my hand hard again
st it. “I want to be inside you so fucking much - to feel that hot, wet sex tight around my cock! How much further is this hidey-hole of yours?”
“Not very far now. There’s a small clearing off to the right just up here where you can turn off.” I lean over, putting my lips close to his ear. “And then we can turn ourselves on!” As if my magic, the clearing appears and Scott slowly drives the car in, parking up behind some large bushes.
Quickly unbuckling his seatbelt as I undo mine, Scott leans over and, cradling my face in his hands, kisses me hard. I moan into his mouth as his lips press against mine, his tongue probing. My stomach flips as he pushes his seat back and I carefully scramble over until I’m straddling him, kneeling with my skirt bunched high up on my thighs. Cheap whore time again!
His hands push my skirt up further as he kisses me passionately. “You look good when you’re all soaking wet.” I kiss him hard as he pulls my panties to one side and touches me. “You feel good when you’re wet too.” As he strokes my moist flesh, I wriggle and squirm against him. We’re like a pair of love-starved teenagers, kissing each other as if our lives depended on it. Clutching at each other, feeling, stroking and fumbling, pulling at clothes and flesh.
I lower my hands and frantically tug at his jeans, desperate to get my hands on his erection. My God, I haven’t been so eager to get my hands on a cock since I can’t remember when! “Oh, shit Scott!” I pull back from him, my breasts rising and falling as he keeps his fingers in my pants. Taking them out, he suggestively licks them and then eases them down the back of my panties, cupping and stroking my ass.
His eyes never leave my face as I finally manage to compose myself enough to undo his belt and pull his zip down. Reaching inside, I quickly find that rigid meaty length and free it, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. Taking a deep breath, Scott closes his eyes and smiles as I stroke him slowly but firmly. When I cup the head and circle him gently with my thumb, he leans forward and kisses me. He strokes my ass in complete synch with the circular motions of my thumb.
He takes his hands out and raises them to rest on my chest. “Mmmmm. That wet blouse clings to your spectacular tits very nicely.” Then he rips it open, several buttons flying off into the body of his car. “But I much prefer it open.” He buries his head in my cleavage before deftly unhooking the clasp between my breasts, releasing them into his waiting hands.
He fondles and licks and kisses me as I stroke his shaft. I’m getting warm and press his hard cock against my clit, holding him there as I slowly rock. My heartbeat quickens as Scott’s tongue and mouth drive me crazy. As I let my eyes roam, I notice the car windows - all misted up from our body heat.
I chuckle. “Look, Scott - we’ve steamed the windows up!” I draw a smiley face in the condensation.
He raises his head but his hands still massage and fondle. “Come on you - get in the back. Now!” Pushing open his door, he drags me out of the car and opens the rear door.
I grab hold of the rain-soaked t-shirt which clings divinely to his muscular chest. He‘s the hottest Mr Wet T-shirt I‘ve ever seen! “No.”
Scott freezes, a stunned and angry look on his face. “No? What the fuck do you mean - No?!”
Chapter Thirteen
I stand and stare at this most gorgeous man, standing in the rain with the most gorgeous, burning hard-on that I ache to feel deep inside me. I pull my blouse off and fling it into the car, quickly followed by my bra. I stand there, the rain pouring over me with the most intense desire for this man. The rain runs down my face; my neck; my breasts.
“I want you right here, right now - out here in the rain!” Before he can reply, I undo my skirt and remove it and my panties at the same time and toss them into the car. I raise my face to the sky and feel the cool rain as it crashes on my skin. I look at Scott and he just looks at me - totally bewildered and stunned. Then he smiles and shakes his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head before easing me slowly backwards against the car.
“You are totally nuts - utterly..” he kisses me “...and completely...” and kisses me again “...and wonderfully fucking nuts!” He grabs a handful of my wet hair and kisses me, fast and furious. I love the sensation of the raindrops as they run down my face and body. They clash deliciously with the heat between our two bodies - and the growing heat between my legs.
I take my hands down his back and ease his jeans over his firm butt, squeezing him. As he pulls away slightly, I whisper in his ear. “Come on, Scott - let’s fuck in the rain!” I take him in hand as he massages my slippery breasts.
“Yes - you are most definitely nuts!” Wedging my legs apart, he positions himself in the perfect spot. I place the large, bulbous head at my entrance, my eyes shining wild with anticipation.
I cry out in pleasure as he enters me in one smooth, swift thrust. His strong hands raise me off the ground to rest on the edge of the bonnet of the car, giving him a much better angle of attack. And attack he does - exquisitely! That large, hard length of cock drives into me over and over again. Scott bends my legs to give himself something to hold on to as he repeatedly buries himself inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, gripping him tightly as my hands grasp his buttocks.
Pausing, fully inside me, Scott kisses me, squeezing my breasts and groaning. “Holy fuck, Sarah. You’ve done it again!”
I throw my head back, drowning in the most glorious blend of sensations. The cool, wet rain as it hits my face; the warmth of Scott’s mouth as he kisses my neck; the chill on my flesh as the rain trickles down my body and the searing fire that rages between my legs. Lowering my face, I bring my lips close to his - not quite touching but close enough to taste his need.
I kiss him softly, running a single finger over his bottom lip. “What have I done?” I moan as he starts a slow slide almost all the way out. We both groan loudly as he slams all the way back in. As he pushes against me and pressing my clit hard, I gasp as a quick orgasm breaks. The water drips on my hot sex as gentle throbs ripple through me and Scott buries his face in my hair, rocking again.
“Oh, yes - you’ve most definitely done it again!” Another slide - but this time he slides himself free of my hot, wet, grasping flesh.
The cool, spring rain continues to calm my hot sex as the tremors ebb. Scott stands over me, reaches for my hand and places it on his cock, slick with a generous coating of my juices. “Tell me.” I slide my hand up and down, making him moan. “What have I done again, Scott?”
He presses my hand tighter around his hot shaft. “I’ll tell you what you’ve done, you fucking minx!” He slides his hands up my wet body, over my breasts until he’s holding my face. I stroke as he moans into the rain before kissing me, his lips greedy for more. I place him between my thighs. I want him inside me. I want all that longing, that yearning, that hunger and passion to be satisfied - by me!
Chapter Fourteen
I gasp as he quickly spins me around and I brace myself, bending at the waist with my hands against the car. His fingers explore my soft, wet folds of flesh, my juices diluted by the rain flowing down my legs. As he slides inside my warm and willing body, he moans as if in pain. “You’ve made me feel like I’m all that exists in the whole stinking fucking bastard world.” He starts a steady thrusting rhythm. “You make me feel so fucking alive!”
His thrusts increase in intensity as his hands grip my hips. I turn my head to watch him as his basic over-riding animal instinct drives him on. His gorgeous face is rigid with concentration, those beautiful eyes staring down at me. I slide myself forward to rest on the car, taking my legs wider and raising my ass.
“Oh.....fuck.....Sarah!” Scott pumps me like a man on a mission. My sex feels like it’s being thunderously pounded by a wild stallion. I’m being fucked in the open air, in the rain - the rain increasing instead of quenching our desire. Slowing slightly, I feel fingers on my flesh, stroking and teasing where our bodies join.
Slow, shallow slides of his cock and long, smooth strokes from his fingers make me moan with lust. It feels so damn good. He can do this to me for hours as far as I’m concerned. The cooling effect of the water on my hot sex keeps me at a constant level of arousal, keeps me from losing myself too soon. Time after time, his thick cock pushes into me, stretching me, filling me. As he carries on his magnificent onslaught, he reaches round and down my stomach. Harder and harder now, deep and fast he rams into me.
I cry out into the moist air, groaning with passion as Scott’s hand reaches my clit. His balls slap against me as he fucks me like a demon - full length thrusts as he presses my clit hard. My voices catches in my throat and my legs begin to tremble as the sensation deep inside me becomes almost unbearable.
The knot of tension in my stomach builds and builds as my Great Scott hammers his cock home. I rest my face on the car, feeling the cold of the metal and the rain calming me. A trickle of water runs down my spine, between my shoulder blades and down my face. The water runs over my lips and I run my tongue over it, tasting the slight saltiness from my body. From the corner of my eye I watch him. His face is almost a snarl as he loses himself in my yielding flesh, his jeans bunched around his knees.
I feel like I’m going to explode. His cock fills me to the point of excess, one hand slaps my ass as he thrusts while his other circles my clit. It is divine to the point of losing consciousness. He pounds and slaps and tweaks me to perfection as the heavens pour down on us.
I bang my hand on the car, unable to speak as my core ties itself in knots. I shake and shudder, my insides melting. He grunts and growls with each stroke and push. I can’t bear it any longer and, as my orgasm gathers momentum, I hear myself start to moan - a long, low moan increasing in volume as the tension grows to the point of sublime detonation.
As I begin to climax, Scott can feel my muscles clench and pushes himself as deep as he can. His groans and cries echo my own until I scream his name out as I reach plateau. Juices gush from me, expelled by the most powerful spasm. Scott gives one final surge before joining me at my journey’s end. His cock throbs deep inside me, gripped by the tremors of my climax. He calls my name over and over as he grinds against me, triggering more shudders.