God, “Oh god... oh god... oh-oh M-Mr Street... Yeah... yeah... yeah... oh my god... oh- fuck! Fuck, that’s so fucking good!” She couldn’t stand it. It felt like the place where they were connected was melting away in a sparkling electric storm that tingled out to every nerve in her body. “Oh fuck... oh... oh... oh my god, oh fuck, don’t stop, give me that dick, use my little pussy, give me all your fucking cock, I want it, I wa- oh- Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming all over your cock...”
She was being too loud. They were out in the open, their modesty shielded only by the small wall that encircled the property. Anyone walking by would hear them. However, Cassandra didn’t give a damn. The almost nirvana-like high she was cresting left little care in her. Nothing could pull her from the incredible sensations sweeping through her like wildfire, shoving her to the point of madness.
“That’s it Cass, cum for me, cum all over my dick as I fucks your brains out!” he growled, his jaw clenched tight, fighting to hold back his inevitable climax. His taught muscles flexed deliciously beneath his skin as he loomed over her, stretching out, his hands moving up from her waist to cage her beneath him as he drove into her, fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat glistened like oil across his brow and chest. His impossibly hard cock seemed to swell inside her.
And knowing that she could do this him, push him to the brink of his sanity, drove Cassandra wild.
“Oh my god, please, feels too good, use me however you want, that’s your pussy, I just want to be your little fuck toy, I just... I just, oh god, I can’t take it, it’s too good. It’s too good!” Her voice died away as trembling, shaking, she was hurled from her peak to tumble through time and space, lost in the stormy throes of the orgasm of her life.
“Yes that’s it, cum, cum... cum- oh fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back in a great bare-toothed growl as her sex bore down, wrapping around and milking his cock to the point he couldn’t hold back any longer. However, before he could pull out, her legs crossed, wrapping around him and locking at the ankles, drawing him in, needing to be closer.
“No... don’t... leave it in... I want to feel you cum inside me Mr Street, give it to me, fill me up with all your cum!” Then her hands were in his hair and their lips crashed together as he unleased rope after rope of creamy heat deep inside her.
They clung together until the tremors passed before disentangling from each other's embrace enough to roll so Cassandra lay astride him on the sunbed with David still inside her. Panting hard with aftershocks still zinging through her, she buried her face in the crock of his shoulder, inhaling deeply, savouring the cocktail of their mixed scents upon an air of salt and sex. Cassandra relished the feel of his strong arms enveloping her, holding her close, his cock softening and the warmth of his seed throbbing inside her. It just felt so right, so perfect, that she wanted nothing so much as to stay like this forever.
Despite herself, she couldn’t help a small chuckle.
Looking down, David arched a brow. “Something funny?”
“No I was just thinking,” she mused, trailing one hand through the curls of his dark dusting of chest hair. “When Stacey told me the best way to get over Nathan was a quick hook up, I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind.”
“No I bet not.” He gave a bark of laughter. “But I think I prefer our way.”
“Hmm...” she agreed. Spotting a stray drop of perspiration rolling down his neck, she quickly swept it up with a sweep of her tongue, following it up all the way to his ear. “But you know what?”
“What?” His mouth twisted in that devastating smirk. Deep inside her, his still semi-hard cock reawakened, stiffening, and lengthening like a serpentine phoenix rising from the ashes.
She pulled back to meet his eyes, biting her lip. “I’m not entirely sure I’m over him just yet. Maybe I need to take another plunge under my besties’ sexy daddy, what do you think?”
Thinking back to his office and his unfinished manuscript and the looming deadline, David couldn’t help but grin back. “Always do what the doctor orders...” Then he kissed her and pulled her back down onto the lounger.
He had till the end of the week to finish the book.
Plenty of time.
Alex didn’t know how much more he could stand.
This feeling of connection was so intense, it was driving him mad. No, she was driving him mad.
This wasn’t how he’d planned for the evening to go. Deep down, a part of him was screaming that they should stop, that this was wrong, and everything would change between them, but he just couldn’t. Not now. She was just too intoxicating. The feel of her writhing around him; luxurious heat enveloping him, squeezing and rippling around his cock, dragging him in. He was drowning in her and he loved every second of it.
They had started slow, but all that was gone now and her normally sweet voice, was now low and throaty with lust as he thrust harder and deeper. Her hands were everywhere. Fisting in the sheets. Grabbing the headboard. Drawing lines of fire down his back before finally coming to settle on his buttocks, nails biting deep. He knew he shouldn’t look, that he was too close, but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was so beautiful. Stretched out beneath him, her head was rolling back into those long raven tresses, back arched and bountiful, ivory bosom bouncing as her lips curled up, grinding her clit into his root, demanding more.
How long had he wanted to see her this way? Needed to meet, to claim the freaky little sex kitten she had kept chained inside for so long?
Unabashed and unrestrained. Shaking with need and eyes dark with ecstasy. This was a part of herself she was sharing only with him. The thought sent a tremor of primitive possessiveness coursing through him. She was his.
“Sarah...”
“Sir, we will be beginning our landing approach soon.” A female voice said, stirring Alex from his dreams and dragging him back to the world. Dazzling rays of sunlight shone through his half-closed shutter and his eyes blinked against the sudden brightness before he reached out and shut the barrier. His legs ached, and he tried to stretch, only the taught nylon belt across his waist forced him to remain seated and so he settled for reaching beneath his glasses and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Only after he’d reclined back into the padded leather seat did he notice the stewardess standing over him.
She was a pretty thing, in her early twenties with naturally blonde hair, catlike, jade-green eyes and a sweet heart-shaped face and a pale complexion that complimented the Airline’s uniform she filled out so nicely. Though Alex couldn’t help noticing that she had perhaps one too many buttons of the shirt undone, giving him a glimpse of a bright pink bra as she leaned forward to offer him the drinks’ tray.
“Would you care for any refreshments before we land, sir?”
All too aware of the erection bunched uncomfortably down his trouser leg, the memory of the dream still burning his loins, he nervously accepted a cup of sweet, milky tea. As she moved to the next aisle, he couldn’t help admiring the way the knee-length navy skirt emphasised the sway of her buttocks as she walked. First class certainly had its perks.
He drained the airline mug in one swig, the liquid warmth easing the parched feeling in his throat while the sudden rush of caffeine gave him a much-needed jolt of life. He had had difficulty sleeping on the plane due to sudden bouts of turbulence, and when sleep came, it was infested by dreams.
The intercom buzzed to life just as the pretty stewardess was making a return trip to collect the passengers’ rubbish and used receptacles. Though the flight was based out of London Gatwick, the captain’s accent was difficult to place. So thick and leathery, Alex had trouble narrowing it down further than Australian, New Zealand or perhaps one of the southern white African States.
“All right Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at Sydney airport. Please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position, that your seatbelt is securely fastened, and all carry-on lu
ggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. The flight attendants are currently walking around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.”
Alex grimaced at the thought of landing, then as his cup was taken, an idea occurred to him and he reached over to flip the blind covering his window. Light flooded his vision and he quickly turned away to let his eyes adjust before turning back to look outside. The full beauty of Sydney was spread out beneath him. He felt his heart leap with excitement at seeing the Australian city for the first time before the Airbus began to bank and he sunk back into his seat.
His centre of gravity shifted with the plane and he felt a sudden sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach as the roar of the aircraft’s descent filled his ears and shocked his brain. Feeling the inevitable dip as the plane’s nose descended, Alex tried to imagine himself somewhere else.
Anywhere else.
Walking the pier at Weston-Super-Mare. Seeing a show at the Bristol Hippodrome. Eating fish and chips in his parents living room on Friday’s after school.
He tried to focus on that, but then he saw Sarah sitting across from him, sneaking chips from his plate and giggling playfully when he tried to grab them back. Then they were right back in that room at the Holiday Inn on prom night, their naked bodies entwined and...
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sydney Airport. The Local time is 01:00 pm and the temperature is a balmy twenty-six Celsius. For your safety and comfort, we ask that you please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seatbelt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about the cabin. We remind you to please wait until inside the terminal to use any electronic devices. I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the future. Have a nice day.”
‘Goddamnit!’ Alex silently cursed as his heart raced with a potent cocktail of arousal and frustration.
Despite the captain’s instructions, many of the passengers had already begun to rise from their seats. Glancing at the elderly woman sitting in the seat next to his and then down to the bulge in his trousers, he decided to wait until the flow had subsided and only then did he unfasten his seatbelt. He rose from his seat and gratefully stretching his legs as the old woman he’d been sitting next to disappeared into the thinning crowd. He reached up into the overhead compartment and quickly retrieved his holdall from the back.
Slinging it over his shoulder and joining the rapidly thinning line of departing passengers, Alex felt his heart flutter and couldn’t help the blush that crept over his cheeks as the pretty stewardess who’d woken him and served him tea stepped out of the first-class kitchen. Seeing him there, she smiled and handed him a small card before wishing him an enjoyable holiday. Stepping through the airlock and into the air-conditioned tunnel that led to the arrival’s terminal, he let himself be led by the press of bodies before raising the card to eye level. One side was blank except for the airline’s logo but turning it over he felt his blush deepen at seeing two sets of phone numbers written in red ink and Alexis – Call me X scribbled beneath them.
He quickly stored the card in the inside pocket of his jacket.
Following the signs for arrivals at every intersection, he let out an impressed whistle as the tunnel suddenly opened out onto passport control, a huge chamber lit by rows of skylights and which was split across the middle by a row of counters and hulking machines. Joining the closest queue, he fished out his new passport and boarding pass from the bag before handing them to an elderly lady at the counter while two men fed the holdall into the x-ray machine. He tried not to appear too nervous as he glimpsed the bag as it appeared on the monitor, but no alarms went off and it took him a moment to realise the lady was speaking to him.
“I’m sorry?”
“Are you carrying any fruits or vegetables?” she asked again, her voice throaty and with an obvious note of annoyance at having to repeat herself.
“No.”
“Reason for travel, business or pleasure?”
“I’m visiting an old friend.” he said truthfully but then she flashed him a look over her round glasses and he added “Pleasure.”
“Anything to declare?”
“No.”
She stamped his passport hard enough it produced an audible thump then handed it back without another glance. Pocketing the booklet, Alex turned away, then paused and glanced back at the woman at the desk.
“Did you sue them?”
“Who?” She didn’t even spare him a second look up from her work as another of the passengers stepped forward.
“The charm school.” He didn’t wait for her response before grabbing his holdall and walking out of immigration, muttering “Aussie Battleship.”
Despite his one-way ticket, he’d only brought the one bag and so moved past baggage claim and out into a wide-open atrium filled with shops and cafés. A single service desk with four busy operators stood in its centre. Three separate arrival boards hung from the ceiling and on the distant wall, above the three sets of automatic doors leading out onto the street, a large sign proclaimed WELCOME in the bold blue font on a white field.
Spotting the huge crowd of people gathered to meet their respective arrivals, Alex quickly cast his eyes over the throng of faces and name cards but there was no sign of her. It was unlike her to be tardy but reasoning that she had probably just been caught in traffic, he began walking towards the nearest café when he heard a familiar voice suddenly cry his name. His heart leaping at the sound, he wheeled around and was almost knocked off his feet when a body slammed into his chest.
“Sarah?”
“Alex! Oh God Alex... it’s so good to see you!” Sarah cried, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him into a tight embrace as her eyes began to sparkle.
“I’ve... I’ve missed you so much Alex. You have no idea what it means to me that you’re here.”
“Hey... Sarah... stop... I can’t... too tight...”
“Oh! Sorry,” she apologised, loosening her hold on him but staying close for another few moments before stepping back. “It’s good to see you.”
“Yeah, you to Sarah,” Alex gasped whilst rubbing his throat, more for effect than to soothe the numbing ache she’d left.
Embarrassed, Sarah refused to meet his gaze, and no sooner had she stepped back from the hug she gestured for him to follow.
“My car’s this way. I was so worried I’d miss you that I left it on a double yellow line. Oh God, I hope I haven’t got a ticket, the fines here are really expensive and my...”
Alex was only half listening as he followed her through the crowd, trying to pretend not to notice the amused looks that trailed after them. It wasn’t hard, in truth, he could barely take his eyes off Sarah and his heart leapt with panic every time she vanished behind a body, even if it was just for a moment.
She’d changed.
Gone were the baggy boy clothes. She’d swapped her old shapeless t-shirts for a long-sleeved cut-off top that showed off all of her perfectly flat middle. A pair of skinny jeans hugged her gloriously long legs and made the old adage of going on forever woefully and utterly inadequate when combined with those cowgirl boots. Her hair was different too. Longer, with more body, she’d taken it out of her customary ponytail, so it framed her face and tumbled down around her shoulders to the small of her back. Bouncing with her movements, the wash of glorious raven locks directed his eyes down to the swells of her buttocks and he had to force himself to look away.
Stepping from the cool air-conditioned atrium and out into the heat of the Australian summer felt like stepping into an oven at full burn and he was immediately grateful for his jacket’s cooling charms. There was a breeze blowing but it was hot and dusty and offered little relief from the merciless heat as he raced to kee
p up with her. Despite Sarah’s concerns, a long line of vehicles was parked in front of the terminal with an ever-constant queue waiting for a space to clear. She led him past more than half a dozen vehicles before coming to a stop beside a gleaming black XK Jaguar convertible. Reaching into a handbag she had hanging off her shoulder, she produced a set of keys that with one click of the fob had the roof folding down and the boot popping open.
Whistling his admiration as Sarah got into the driver’s seat, he flung his holdall into the rear of the car before shutting it with a smooth push and then let himself into the passenger side. Turning the ignition, Sarah let the engine roar impressively to life before shifting into gear and, with half a turn of the wheel, pulled into the first opening.
Buckling his seatbelt, Alex was immediately thrown all the way back into his seat as Sarah pulled out onto the motorway and put her foot to the ground speeding from twenty to one hundred kilometres per hour.
In school, she had kept to her books. He never would have guessed she would be a closet speed freak.
It was nonetheless a pleasant surprise. It was good to know that she was, at last, letting her hair down. He just hoped the cost of the discovery wasn’t him becoming a red smear across some stretch of Australian motorway.
“How are Rich and Janet?” Sarah finally asked, keeping her attention on the road ahead and not noticing Alex suddenly stiffen in his seat. “After I sent you that email, I considered contacting them too, but I just couldn’t think of anything to say.”
“What? Sarah Snow lost for words, now I’ve heard everything!” Alex shot her a sideways smirk and said, “last I heard Rich was working for his dad. I don’t know about Janet.”
“Really?” she asked, unable to keep her surprise hidden as she quickly glanced at him. “But you two were so close, she was even saying you guys were talking about working things out and getting back together.”
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