“Lie back.” His tone is controlling again, but it’s what I want. I want him to take control and make me his. As I lower myself slowly to the bed, I start to doubt myself—will he like what he sees, or will I disappoint him? Now I’m conscious of my near nakedness, my underwear leaving very little to the imagination. My hands rise to cover my breasts. “Put your arms above your head and keep them there. I want to look at you. Hmm… very nice,” he says as his eyes roam over my thong and the flimsy white scrap of lace I’m wearing as a bra. My doubts vanish with his low growl of approval.
I can feel his skin caressing mine as he slowly drags his body over my own. His weight is supported by his elbows on either side of me. But I want his weight—I crave it. I start to lower my arms so I can pull him closer to me, but he grabs them and raises them again above my head. He transfers both my wrists to one of his hands and holds them in place. His touch is gentle but controlling. It doesn’t matter, I’ve got what I wanted—his body on mine. My nipples are hard points, begging for his touch. I know he can feel them. His chest is smooth, rubbing against the fabric of my bra. I want to take it off, but I can’t move my arms. His head is now above mine and I’m becoming lost in those beautiful blue eyes. “Just relax and enjoy, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” His mouth is lowering and I’m anticipating his kiss on my mouth, but he’s moving to the side of my neck. His free hand is moving to the back of my head. He runs his fingers into my hair, grabbing it lightly. My head tilts to the side, giving him better access to my neck. Oh god…he’s nibbling, sucking and teasing with his tongue at the same time. My body is on fire, I’m going to combust, I know it! His hand leaves my hair and moves down the side of my body; I can feel the burn as it descends. His fingers are caressing my curves. No one has ever made me feel this way with just a touch. I can feel him kneading my butt. Now he’s lifting my thigh until my leg wraps around his hips. His hand is lowering, running around the edge of my thong.
Now he’s tracing a line, very lightly, across my core. I can’t hold back; I can feel the orgasm building. What is he doing to me? These are uncharted waters. Oh my god…it has never been like this. Oh my god…oh my god…“Jake!”
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you cum?” I’m looking at him through my ecstasy-filled haze. “You don’t, do you? No one’s ever told you before.” His eyes are boring into mine. His lips are lowering to my ear, gently sucking on the lobe. He’s reading my mind again. He’s pressing closer. I can feel his hardness growing against my stomach. I gasp. I turn my head and he kisses my neck deeper. Nibbling, sucking, bringing me once again to the edge.
Now his lips are again on mine and he doesn’t need permission to enter. I give it. I’m more than willing. “Turn over.” I need his help but I do as he asks. I’m now lying on my stomach, my wrists still held in his hand. He unhooks my bra, releasing my breasts into his touch. I lift myself off the bed slightly to give him better access. His lips move across the top of my back and my shoulders. I’m beyond thinking. I can only feel. Goosebumps cover my body. I shiver with every touch.
My hands are free. Both his hands are caressing my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples until I scream with ecstasy and pain—exquisite pain. I can feel him, his hard, thick cock rubbing against my lower back. I arch my back to get him closer. Closer to where I need him most. He moans, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I’m pushing against him, rubbing and caressing him with my butt. He’s getting harder, longer. I can’t stop: I need him there, now!
“Slow down, baby, or this is going to be over way too soon.” I can hear the strain in his voice. I’m pushing him beyond his control.
“I don’t care! I need you inside me…now! Please!” I continue to rub against him. He’s playing with my breasts, pulling hard on my nipples. I’m struggling to breathe. I can feel his breath in my hair, short and labored like my own. I feel him move to my side and he’s effortlessly turning me over again. Our eyes are locked. I can’t believe that the passion I see in his eyes is for me. He’s mine. Even if it is only for this one night, he’s all mine.
He moves down between my legs, running his hands gently upwards until he reaches my thong. He pulls both sides down and effortlessly removes it from my body. Yes! This is what I have been waiting for. Craving his long, hard length inside me. He’s running his tongue up my legs, going from one to the other and then sucking on the inside of my thighs.
“Please! I can’t stand it any longer. Please, I need you inside me now!”
“Soon, very soon, but first I want to taste you. I can feel your heat and smell your scent and it’s making my head spin.” Then he’s kissing my mound and I can feel his tongue lightly brushing the outside of my lips, tasting my juice for the first time. His broad shoulders spread my legs further apart. He opens me gently with his fingers. “Hmm! Beautiful.” I feel the first flick of his tongue on my hard aching nub. He’s licking it and twirling it with his tongue, sucking on it gently. With his hands under my thighs, he lifts my legs over his shoulders. His tongue continues its torment, going faster and harder.
He slides a finger into my pussy and my body starts to shake. Then a second finger joins the first. He licks even faster…his teeth are lightly pulling and tugging on my clit. I start to moan and I know I’m almost ready to explode. I can hear him speaking, but I don’t want to listen. I want his tongue to continue. I move my hand up and grasp the back of his head, trying to hold him closer, my fingers fisting in his hair.
“Don’t stop, please…,” I beg and hear him laugh.
“You taste so sweet. Cum for me! I want your juice all over my face. Cum…now!” His tongue resumes its motion and instantly I explode. This orgasm is more powerful than the last one. My body is shaking, I can’t stop. There are stars and fireworks, and I’m thinking that I must have died and this is heaven. Never before has it been this intense.
I’m slowly starting to return to reality. “Hmm…delicious!” I can see him licking his lips and I know I’m blushing. But I refuse to feel embarrassed; I deserve this. Now that I know it can be like this, I will never again settle for anything less.
His head is now above mine, our bodies aligned. His powerful arms are supporting his weight on either side of me. I can feel his thighs nudging mine further apart. His head lowers and he’s kissing me. I could live on his kisses alone. But I mustn’t get attached—it’s just tonight. Other than this passion we’re sharing, we know nothing about each other except our first names.
The head of his cock nudges at my pussy lips. No, no, stop! I’m pushing on his shoulders and he breaks the kiss. “What is it, baby?”
“Protection, we need to use protection. I’m clean and I’m on the pill but I…”
“It’s okay, I’m wearing a condom.” I look down and see that he has indeed put one on. His long, thick cock is sheathed in latex and resting at my entrance. I feel foolish, with no recollection of him putting it on, and it must show in my face. “Look at me,” he commands as he lifts my chin. “It’s good to be cautious; there’s nothing wrong with making sure.” I’m holding my bottom lip between my teeth as I nod slightly at him. “Hmm! Can I have a nibble?” His head descends again and I release my lip. He’s nipping and sucking my lips and again my body stirs, responding to him in ways I never imagined possible. I breathe him in; he’s spicy with a slight hint of sandalwood. I’ll never be able to smell it again without reliving this night.
I can feel him start to enter me, inch by glorious inch. My body is stretching to accommodate him but I feel like he’s not going to fit. Then he withdraws and re-enters me. I can feel my juices flowing, easing his path.
“So tight…you feel so good!” he says as he enters further.
I moan and it spurs him on. With a sudden lunge he is fully in me. My back arches off the bed and I hear myself scream. His rhythm increases and I can feel myself start to fall apart. I move my hands to his chest and lightly scrape my nails over his nipples. He shudders and it gives me the
encouragement I need. I move my hands down and around his abdomen until I reach his butt. Taking one cheek in each hand, I dig my nails into his glorious flesh and pull him closer, begging him for more. He goes faster, harder, and then I’m shattering, a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns exploding in my head. I can feel him shudder and shake, and with a growl, he joins me and we fall over the edge together.
His body collapses onto mine and I love the feel of his weight pinning me to the bed. I feel safe and fulfilled. It has never felt this way before; I have never felt so complete…and it scares me.
He rolls to his side, taking me with him until half of my body covers his. I rest my head on his chest and his hand starts to caress my hair. This feels so right, yet the nagging voice inside me is screaming at me, warning me to be careful. In only a few hours I am becoming addicted to his touch, and in another few hours it will end.
I can feel the signs of our lovemaking start to run down my legs onto his, so I start to push away with my hand on his chest, but he anchors me to his body with both arms.
“Uh-uh…stay here.” I’m embarrassed, but after what we just shared I shouldn’t be. “I’ll be right back,” he says as he moves me to the side and rises from the bed. Within moments he returns with what looks like a washcloth and returns to lying next to me. He reaches over to wash my thighs and pussy. I try to move away, but again his arm comes around me and I am at his mercy. He gently washes me, then throws the washcloth on the floor. My embarrassment soon passes with every stroke of his hands on my body. Sighing with satisfaction, I snuggle closer and am soon dozing.
The lovemaking continues throughout the night. Each time I fall asleep I am awakened by his magic hands or tongue. After four more sessions of the most adventurous and satisfying sex of my life, we both collapse, exhausted, into a deep sleep.
Chapter 6
I awake just as the sun is beginning to rise. There is just enough light to give me a glorious view of the man lying next to me. I try not to move too much as I catalogue his features. These memories are all I will have to fill my dreams in the lonely nights to come. His dark hair lies across his forehead and slightly covers one eye. My fingers itch to stroke it aside, but I don’t dare. His breathing is low and even, indicating that he is still in a deep sleep. The slight bump on the top of his nose shows a small scar, maybe from a broken nose at some time. His eyes are closed, so I can’t see them, but I know they are blue. Long dark eyelashes fan out just above his high cheekbones. I move down to his beautiful soft lips and I long to suck and nibble on them, but again, I know I can’t. My eyes run down his long strong neck: what I wouldn’t give to be able to run my tongue down it to his muscular chest. His chest rises and falls gently with his breathing. Beautiful, smooth, tanned skin covers muscles that have obviously seen the inside of a gym. My eyes wander further. I have always heard about “washboard” abs, but these are perfection: sculpted and tight without being vulgar. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I like a well-muscled male body as much as the next girl, but I’m not into Mr. Universe—I’m into what’s lying on the bed in front of me. The rest of his body is covered by the sheet, but I can remember his trim hips, firm butt, long sculpted legs, and, of course, his long, thick cock.
My body aches, but I know I have to move now before he wakes. I take a moment to look at him again before trying to carefully remove his arm from around my waist. He sighs and tries to pull me closer, but I persevere, and after what seems like an eternity manage to release his grip. I gently ease away from him and immediately miss his warmth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I start to doubt my decision, but deep down know that I’m doing the right thing. I rise very slowly so as not to cause too much movement on the bed and start to gather my scattered clothing. My panties are ruined, so I place them in a nearby bin. I put the rest of my clothing on slowly, except my shoes, never taking my eyes off his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful, so perfect. The urge to cry is overwhelming, and I can feel the tears starting to form; it’s time to go. Carrying my shoes, I walk towards the door.
In the corner of the room I see a desk. On top lies a notepad, so I decide to leave Jake a note. I know my decision to leave the way I am is the right one, but I feel I need to justify it to him. Very careful not to wake him, I cross the room and search the desk quietly for a pen. Finding one, I start to write…
Dear Jake,
Thank you for a night that I will never forget. I never knew it could be like that or that I could feel the way you made me feel—like I was special.
I am saving us both from that embarrassing morning-after moment. I want you to know that I have no regrets but can’t stand the thought of seeing it in your face when you wake. You have given me more than a night of the most amazing and satisfying sex of my life—you have given me back myself. I thank you sincerely for that.
Maddie
Placing the note carefully on the bedside table, I leave the room.
The journey home was all a blur. I can remember standing in front of the large glass window on the stairs. The sun was just clearing the horizon and I knew that every time I watched a sunrise near the ocean again that last night would be what I remembered. Then I was standing at the gate and wondering how to get out when a car approached from the other side and the gate opened. Stepping back into the shadows, I waited for the car to pass and then quickly went through. Then I was in a cab and returning home, back to my lonely existence.
Chapter 7
Four months later…
It’s now eleven o’clock in the morning and I’m on my way to the conference room for an urgent meeting. The rumors have been flying for weeks about the possibility of a corporate takeover. But I don’t care. It’s time for a change. I’ve already written my resignation, and I’ll give it to my boss right after the meeting.
I’ve worked here at Spencer and McCormick now for nearly twelve years. At first I worked for very little or no pay while studying for my Bachelor of Accountancy, then as a low-ranking, slightly higher paid accountant until I completed my Master’s degree. I have always been an exceptional student, so I completed both degrees in half of the usual time. So began my rise through the ranks. This isn’t an easy task for a woman, especially when she works for one of the oldest accounting firms in the state. But I did it, and now I am the only female to have made it this far within this company. I am now only one step lower than the named partners themselves. Yes, yes I know, I should stay where I am. It probably won’t get any better, even if I do what the rumors say and sleep with one or both of the partners. McCormick I can understand, he’s about ten years older than me and not too bad on the eyes. But Spencer? He’s way past retirement age and totally devoted to his twenty-five-year-old wife. Although I suspect that she’s more interested in his money than his body. Eww! That’s not a vision I want in my head before lunch.
I’ll be glad to get away from this place. Nothing ever changes. Right now I’m walking past rows of tiny cubicles that house the underlings of the company. Little minions who perform the same boring, mundane jobs day after day. Oh they seem happy enough, but most of the smiles that I pass are pasted on. I’m sure most of them are the same as I was when I started—full of dreams that more often than not are shattered. There’s very little opportunity for advancement here and a lot of competition. I’m one of the lucky ones, I guess.
Finally I’m at the end of the corridor and am facing the large wooden doors of the conference room. This is where it all happens—where the testosterone rules. The chests are puffed out and the flies adjusted, except for mine of course. I refuse to stoop to their level. I have worked hard to get to where I am, and if they can’t appreciate that, then I’m off to find a firm that will.
I open the doors and enter. The talking stops, except for the usual tittering I can hear. I really don’t care what they think anymore. My attire is conservative compared to that of the other women employed here. I’m wearing my dark gray business suit today. The skirt hugs my hips without giving away too many secr
ets and comes to just above my knees, and my matching hip-length jacket is buttoned just below my breasts. It’s loose enough to hide any faults. My plain white shirt is unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage, but not enough to encourage stares. Gone are the four-inch heels: My shoes are comfortable black leather pumps with a two-inch heel. I refuse to flaunt my assets to get attention that I really don’t want. Others are welcome to flutter their eyelashes at this group of oversexed windbags. I wouldn’t be seen dead fraternizing with any of them. But of course they all think they are God’s gift to womanhood, so my rejection of them fuels the rumors. I’m either servicing the bosses or I’m a lesbian.
With my resignation safely tucked away in my briefcase, I continue into the room and take my seat near the head of the table. There are a couple of others already seated, and various groups scattered around the room discuss their latest conquest or best score in golf. I have never been included to join in their conversations or invited to any after-hours social events. Again, does it bother me? Not in the least. Oh there have been a few “private” invitations offered. You know the kind—just me, him, and the etchings—but alas, again I decline them all. Sex and the office do not mix. Not for me anyway.
I’m just about to open my briefcase in preparation for the meeting when a familiar fragrance wafts my way—a spicy sandalwood smell that brings back memories of a night four months ago that still fills my nightly dreams. I can still feel his breath as it stirred my hair and his fingers as they caressed my body, and my lips still tingle when I think of his kisses. How I wish it had been more than one night, but facing the rejection I knew would come with the morning sun was more than I could bear. But not one day has passed since that night that he hasn’t filled my thoughts both day and night.
I snap out of my daydream as Spencer brings the meeting to order. All but a few are seated, and they quickly take their seats. As I’m taking my notebook and pen out of my briefcase, McCormick enters the room, followed by three other men. I can see two of them clearly, but not the third. As they make their way to the head of the table, the third man remains partially hidden, but I can tell that he is tall and well built, and again I catch a hint of the spicy fragrance. It’s a sickening thought that one of my co-workers may be wearing the same aftershave as Jake. This is even more reason to resign. Just the thought of any one of these men triggering precious memories sickens me.
Maddie's Bet: Sex With a Stranger Page 3