The Challenge (Strangers In The Night Book 1)

by Lilah E. Noir

  Words are irrelevant. I feel that you think the same way so I don't bother to strike a conversation. I spread my legs slightly, letting you sense the heat of my body, the glistening wet pussy lips. I slide my leg next to yours and pull away quickly. Your dark eyes gradually become more intense, filled with passion and undisclosed emotions. I look down at your hands on the table and notice you didn't take off your ring. My smile grows wider. I like it when a man doesn't try to fool me or lull me in a state of a secure illusion.

  I'm intoxicated. You reach out and put a hand on my knee under the table, your fingers slip along my thigh. I take off my high heel and put my foot very casually between your legs, your cock rigid and hard against the fabric.

  It's surreal. None of us really cares we're in public place, we don't even notice people's disapproving eyes. Your fingers brush over my bare pussy and a shiver runs through them. Something snaps in your gaze. I smirk at you and nod to the street while my toes run over your erection.

  We get up together, leaving the place, and go down the narrow street. I walk ahead of you, leading and swaying my hips. I don't need to turn back to check if you're following me. Your hungry eyes burn a hole through my back.

  We take a turn in a side street, dark and out of everyone's sight. In the moment, we hide away from the world your smooth, calm personality fades away and clears the road for your dominant, almost violent, lustful side.

  You grab me by the shoulders and press me hard against the wall. I reach out and kiss you with fever, biting on your tongue, thrusting mine inside your mouth, overwhelmed by your taste. My brain still can't accept that just a few hours ago I was pining for you and now I actually have you between my thighs and lips. You pull up the hem of my dress and run your hands on my thighs and lace stockings, rubbing your fingertips over my skin through the thin fabric. I moan softly, tilting my head back as your warm, feverish lips run down my neck, sucking, biting, your teeth sink mercilessly in my tender skin.

  Your hands circle around my inner thigh, exploring every inch of skin as you lick and kiss the aroused flesh of my neck and move your head down to my cleavage, out of control, hungry for my taste. I move my hips so I can increase the sensation of your hands. Then you reach behind my back to pull my dress down, my satin-clad breasts spring out of it in your face.

  Your fingertips linger over my clit as you look at my hazy, blurred eyes, mad with desire.

  “Beg me.”

  You voice is low, soft yet powerful. These are the first words I have heard you speak.

  “Please...” I run my fingers through your hair, my knees trembling. I can't make a move. “Please...”

  “Tell me what you want, dirty girl.” The fingers rub my slit mercilessly, the juice flow on your skin as you give me a sensual, wicked smile. “Be as filthy as you can. No one is watching.”

  “Eat me out...” I feel commanding notes in my voice. “Suck my juices, lick my wet pussy. Take me. I'm all yours.” I grab fistfuls of your hair attempting to pull you down.

  You chuckle and take my wrists in your firm grasp, placing them on my stomach while you slide yourself down on me, licking between my breasts, nibbling on the skin. You thrust your fingers slowly inside my pussy, rubbing gently as you explore its tightness. I move my hips vigorously and spread my legs wider for you. Taking you, loving your touch, groaning and biting my lips. My face and breasts are reddened with arousal. The hot summer night embraces us, driving the heat in our bodies to the edge.

  You bring your lips to my clit, while you keep up with the rhythm of your fingers, entering deeper inside me. You stretch me on the inside, testing my elasticity, searching for my weak spots. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall, my back arches and I bring my thighs against your mouth.

  “Lick me... Please me... I can't take it anymore.”

  “How badly do you want it?” You keep on teasing while you cover the swollen, pink dot, leaking sweet nectar.

  “More than anything. I told you. You have me. Please, please...” I scream out softly, oblivious to the world around me as you wrap your mouth around my drenched lips and clit. The passion infects your blood and you bury your head between my thighs, licking faster and faster while you fuck my slit with fingers. You find my G-spot and start teasing and probing it, while you suck me insatiably, the juices flooding your face.

  I wrap my strong thighs against the cheeks of your face pulling you closer to the center of my heat. I hiss like a furious cat. I want you. I let out another desperate groan as I rub the fabric my stockings in your skin. My hip dances in rhythm with your mouth and almost suffocate you in a tight grip of lace, silicone, silk, smeared skin with the scent of orgasm and my tight mound, pulsating under your lips. I kick off my shoes so I could find a better balance.

  I want more.

  I am not vocal in my orgasm but you devour my climax when I erupt my juices all over your face, covering you in the sweet tears of my pussy. I tilt my head back, with my eyes painfully shut as I sigh loudly, digging my nails into my soft palms. Every bit of me shakes in convulsions, the waves of pleasure echo through my mind.

  You pull away, your face is glistening with my cunt juices. A cruel smile of triumph lights up your features when you pull out your fingers, dipped in my secretion. You finally release my wrists, bring your digits to my partly open mouth.

  “Do you like how you taste... like a horny slut...” You bring your lips to my ear and bite it while you unzip your trousers. “I will fuck you now. I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days. Would you like that, sexy thing?”

  You tease me and test my reactions while you put your hands under my bra and try to bring my shy nipples to life. Your lips latch on my neck again, biting it savagely.

  The heatwave of orgasm subsides from my frenzy mind. I squeeze my smeared thighs a little and pull away from you wiggling my finger at you. It's my turn to take control and press you against the wall, make you a slave of my skillful lips.

  “Not so fast, mister,” I smile and get down on my knees in front of you, pulling down your pants, teasing your erected cock through the boxers.

  For a brief moment, some hesitation flashes in your eyes and you look uncomfortable. That only increases my determination. I want to blow your mind and make you completely lose yourself to me. That's not a request. I command you to get hard in my mouth. I pull down your tight boxers and your cock springs out in my mouth, already thick and covered in precum. I lick it... almost painfully slowly while the transparent substance forms a coating on my tongue. You moan and put your hand in my hair, pulling me closer. I suck on your tip, moving my lips slowly down your shaft until I have you completely enveloped in my flexible mouth. You hit the back of my throat. I don't keep my eyes away from yours as I watch the reflected pleasure.

  A growl comes out of your lips as you push me harder against your shaft, your hips fucking my tender throat. You tremble vigorously, your knees grow weak as I use the tip of my tongue as the tip of a pen on your throbbing flesh. The saliva, my own juices... it all mixes up. The sense of power nearly gets me intoxicated. Seeing you so weak and yielding, so captured by desire makes me dizzy and strong at the same time. My fingers cover your heavy balls, exploring your flesh with mine.

  I don't have that much time because in the next moment you yank me strongly by the hair, pulling me away in a rough way. You know you are not going to last long and you'll soon empty your load in my mouth that leaves kisses of scarlet lipstick and precum. And you have firmly decided to keep your earlier promise.

  You pin me against the wall one more time, with my face pressed against the rough bricks. I raise my ass a little, arching it and spread my thighs so you would have full access. You cover my breasts with one hand, playing and tugging on the sensitive, small nipples while you bring your smeared cock between my dripping pussy lips. You shove it hard inside. I scream out as you penetrate me completely, your balls hitting my ass. Your other hand grabs me by the hips and starts thrusting hard, p
ounding heavily against my cervix.

  My loud moans echo throughout the empty streets while your big cock pummels inside my womb, stretching it and filling it, in a perfect symphony between pain and pleasure. You lean forward and bite on my shoulder while I thrust against your invading waist, grinding... almost like an ancient dance. The most ancient one.

  “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, my filthy girl. Beg for it.” You whisper in my ear.

  “Don’t make love to me!” I hiss. “Fuck me real hard. Make me feel your cock at places about whose existence I didn't know. Impale me and leave your mark on my cunt.”

  “As you wish...” A growl appears in your speech. You grab me by the hair and pull me hard, yanking it while you slap my ass, leaving red print marks on it. You lose your senses completely, you ravish my pussy, about to tear me apart. Then you slow down to prolong that perfect, intense sensation even if you know your attempts would be in vain.

  I hiss and twist around your cock, clench my muscles around it, sliding it and out of my slippery path. You place your hands on mine against the wall while you fuck me, our fingers interlace almost lovingly. I rub my back against your chest, feeling on the edge of another climax. I close my eyes and keep on moving as if on the wings of a dream.

  The rain starts drizzling on us when you pull out your cock and turn me to face you. Your hands squeeze my ass and probably leave marks all over it. My ankles are on your shoulders while you slowly thrust yourself into me. I meet your eyes and the intensity flows between us just like our body fluids that leak in my womb. I feel that you are just a few steps from the edge... just like me. So I lean forward and kiss you again while my hands go under your shirt, scratching your back. I dig my nails into your skin nearly to the bleeding point. My fingers leave their mark on your balls, your face and chest while you keep on ravaging me like a whore, hitting my cervix and G-spot, reaching my core. I scream out violently for the first time and cum one more time, drowning you heavily with my profuse cunt juices.

  You close your eyes, concentrated on making it last... just a little longer. I feel your shivering under my intense touch. Then you open them again and command me.

  “Look at me... look at me as I'm filling you with my cum.”

  I turn my sultry eyes to you and just let out another furious scream. You let out a yell of pure ecstasy while clutching on the soft cheeks of my ass. Electrifying shot runs through your body... and you cum... more and more white liquid as you continue to growl and pump inside me. Jets of white cream fulfill me, milk inside me and you rest in your post-orgasmic oblivion.

  We still lock our eyes in an intense gaze. We're finally silent one more time. No words need to be spoken while we rest against each other, unified and melted, out of this world.

  You know me. And I know you.

  We have this night. And that's all that matters.

  Our night is still young.

  THE END

  TO BE CONTINUED

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  Author's Note

  Hello dear readers,

  Thanks to all of your who have bought this story and I truly hope to see you again for the next installment. The first challenge is not rich in kink like most of my other work but I believe in the power of a very strong build up. In the next installments I promise you that things would get really spicy and possibly dirtier than anything I have written so far. A fair warning to the tender hearts, this will not turn into a love story, like I said in the blurb and neither will the story make a detour into the romance section. It’s a straightforward erotica with a dark edge.

  Don’t forget to leave me a review if you enjoyed my story. We writers live for those praises.

  Sinfully yours,

  Lilah

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