Moving Violations
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For some reason that moment lingered with me. He was a complete stranger and I'd let him fuck me in the back of a bus. Now he was carrying my bags. We'd somehow become a couple.
He took me outside into the night air, away from the view of people, and then put me up against the brick wall. Under the stars, he leaned over me and exhaled, catching his breath, trying to regain his own composure. All the while, he held me tight to his chest, and I clung to him. He took in great gulps of air and played with my hair. "You okay?"
"Sure," I answered, wrapping my arms round myself.
He smiled. "So...what's your name?"
"No names," I said, trying to smile, but my smile wobbled.
"You're right. Hotter that way. I like how you think. You're a very bad girl."
More tears came to my eyes. And this time they spilled over.
"Oh, hey, don't do that. I meant that in the best possible way."
"I am a bad girl. I'm a cheater and a—"
"Does your boyfriend fuck you as good as I just fucked you?"
No one had ever fucked me as good as he had. But I didn't want to tell him that.
"If you've got to feel guilty about it, feel guilty about it tomorrow," he said. "What's done is done, so let's not ruin the rest of the night."
"The rest of the night?"
"Two hour layover. I know I can make you come a few more times in two hours..." I followed his gaze over to the sign down the road. It was blinking neon to advertise a sleazy motel. I shook my head even as he started tugging my hand. I'd already more or less broken every rule of common sense I could think of but going off to a no-tell motel with a stranger would be the dumbest thing I'd ever done. I wasn't going there!
"Nice," I said, yanking free of his grip. "I think I see a hooker on the corner. Is that where you take all the girls you pick up at bus stations?"
He narrowed his eyes at me. "This is a first, but if I'd known I was going to meet a girl like you, I'd have taken a lot more bus rides. C'mon. A motel bed can't be worse than a bathroom countertop in a bus terminal. And you loved being fucked in a public bathroom. Every time you think about it you're going to need to rub your clit..."
I was so sore and tired. I couldn't possibly be turned on by the reminder. But my body snapped to attention like a hunting dog to the call of its master. I groaned, rubbing up against him, and he bit lightly at my neck. “C’mon, sweetheart. I want to spend the next two hours buried in your cunt, with your thighs around my waist. Don't tell me you don't want that, too..."
I didn't know what he'd done to me. He was like a drug, and I now craved his cock. Various fears flashed through my mind, but I just let him take me by the arm and lead me to the sleazy motel. Because when it came to this stranger, I just couldn't say no...
TO BE CONTINUED
DEAR READERS
Thank you for reading Stranger Danger!
The characters in this story engage in some risky behavior and make some questionable decisions; it should go without saying that this behavior is not to be encouraged in real life. But that’s the beauty of fiction; they can do this, and we can enjoy thinking about them doing it, without anyone getting hurt. So I hope you enjoyed this story and if you did, please help other readers find this book by writing an honest review and publish it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and other sites frequented by readers like you.
Also, please keep an eye out for the next story in the series, so you can enjoy the continued anonymous adventures.
LAUREL ADAMS writes hot, dark, sexually transgressive tales of dubious consent. With her bite-sized stories, she likes to push boundaries and leave her readers tingling and titillated.