'Yes?' I breathed. I mean, was I really going to do this? Was I? It
was one thing to prance around Jeffrey's living room and have him act like Gladys Knight to my Pips but ...
Speak of the Jeffrey, he came surging at me through the crowd holding my shiny silver phone aloft and trilling, 'I talked to Moms. Turns out your brother's gay!'
I turned to Stefan. 'I'd love a tour. Hurry.'
Stefan wasn't huge but he was strong. I found it out when he spun me just inside the door. My
big velvet skirt swirled around me like some movie heroine and I gasped. Such a girl.
'I like it in here with you. I like the way you feel,' he said. His grin reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf, only I was more than willing, in this instance, to be Little Red.
'How I feel?'
He slipped his hand under my skirt, rubbing the skin right above my high lace-up leather boots. I had been going for prairie goddess meets leather chick. I held my breath, little vines of pleasure skittering up my thighs, wrapping around and around and around my legs to spread tendrils of anticipation to my pussy.
'Most people would say your vibe. But I don't do vibes,' he said. His mouth came down on mine and I could taste the mild red wine he'd been drinking and a spice I couldn't place. His tongue bullied mine until I simply sank into the kiss and let him have his way with my mouth.
'What is my vibe?'
His fingers and found their way higher, his thumb stroking whispering arcs across my hosiery. I heard his touch murmuring conspiratorially in the near dark room. A small electric candle glowed in the window and when Stefan pushed the button to lock the door, the snapping lock seemed so loud in the near silence. 'Eager, willing, kind, a bit flighty.'
I thought about balking, but kept kissing him instead. Plus, his fingers had found the elastic of my grey satin panties and he was rubbing what felt like a line of fire along my skin. All I wanted in the world was for that finger to breach the elastic and slip inside of me. Work me from the inside out until I came. 'Pretty on the mark.'
I realised I wasn't touching him at all. I was just standing there being touched. Drinking it in, soaking it in, hell, scooping it up to save for later. No one had touched me since the last time Darrell and I had made love and that seemed like a million years and one broken heart ago. I found his slacks with my hand, rubbing a tentative circle on the charcoal grey slacks, felt his cock jump to meet my seeking palm. The joy in my heart at feeling his want of me was nearly overwhelming. I made another little noise.
'Do you like that?' Stefan asked, pushing himself into my palm. Pinning my hand between my belly and his erection. I curled my fingers just a bit, chewed my lip, the blush in my cheeks felt like warm brick in the sun.
'Yes. A lot. It's been a while
since a man ...' I didn't let myself analyse. I worked the one button with shaking fingers and when I went for the zipper, he stilled my hand.
'Since a man?'
I looked up. I could only see the dark shine of his eyes in the meagre light. He was smiling and again I got that emotional waft of a kind cruelty from the way he looked. Like a man who could be not so nice but in the best possible way. 'Touched me, wanted me ... fucked me? Take your pick,' I admitted softly.
Stefan nodded as if I had passed a test and he pinned my roaming hand to the wall, pushing his hard-on to the place where my skirt now draped around my hips. He faux-fucked me until I felt like the air in the room was thin and hot and then he said, 'Don't move, Carina. Stay right there.'
The pearl buttons of my demure white blouse came undone for him one by one, shiny little white sluts under his fingers. He raised my skirt like the skirt of some
dainty dancer and simply said, 'Hold it. Just like that.' So I did, while he pushed my panties low and told me to step free.
I stood in my thigh high hose and my laced up boots, skirt raised like a can-can dancer and watched as he extended his hand and touched me. I tried to move my hand to touch him back and he shook his head. I stopped, clutching my skirt high to my waist.
His fingers disappeared inside of me. One and then two and finally, after a frozen moment where I felt five heartbeats in my neck, he pushed a third finger into me. We both watched, transfixed as he fucked me with his fingers, my back flush to the door. I could hear the muffled, muted party below and I even heard Jeffrey's big booming voice echo through the house. But I was too busy to truly note it. I was too busy letting this stranger get me off as he stroked my g-spot like he'd done it a thousand times before.
'That's it. Come for me. Are you going to come for me, Carina?'
I could only nod because the air I could draw was rushing into my lungs as my knees loosened and my belly tightened and I bit my tongue to keep quiet, coming with my skirt held up like some fairytale princess. I shook in the shadow of his body as he leaned over me.
'I did.' I sounded proud.
'I know,' he grinned again and that lupine quality was back. My belly did a long, lazy roll like I
was on an amusement park ride and he leaned in to kiss my neck. 'Stay. Stay right there.'
I stayed.
He pulled open a drawer and withdrew a small silver wrapper. Candy? No. A condom.
'how did you–'
'Lucky for me, John likes to brag about all his riotous sex with Marilee,' he chuckled. 'All through the house. He practically gave me a road map.' As he talked, softly and gently like I was a spooked horse, he dropped his trousers, his boxers and rolled the condom on. He looked like a shadow man in the electric candle's mild glow. 'Still ready for me, Carina?' Before I could answer, he boldly tested me with his fingers again and I shuddered under his touch.
'Yes. I think I am.'
'More than ready.' Stefan stepped in, pinning me with his upper body. 'Hook your legs around my waist,' he ordered and then kissed me. I did it.
I locked my legs around his waist, feeling him press the tip of his cock to me and then slip effortlessly inside me to fill me and stretch me as he thrust. My head buzzed with the goodness of it. My body gripped up around him and I held his shoulders in my hands to steady myself.
His teeth came down on my throat, gently at first, and then harder as he fucked me to the cold, unforgiving plaster wall. Someone whooped with laughter down in the party and I sounded like their sultry echo as I cried out, right on the slippery verge of coming again.
'Bonus orgasm?' he whispered. 'I'm so glad we met. I like the way you sound when you come.'
I came.
'And how you feel.' His voice was darker, more clipped and his hips slammed into me over and over again, until he said, 'Open your mouth.'
I did. He kissed me, pounding into me and then letting the sounds of his release loose in my mouth while he kissed me. I swallowed his cries and held him tight until he let me go.
'Wow.'
'Yes, wow. The bathroom is to the left. I'll be in after you're done.'
I started to turn. Had I just been dismissed? I mean, what was it that Jeffrey had said? Absolutely no expectations? I could live with that. Good sex was good sex. He caught me by the wrist. His big hand trapping me again so that my insides went warm and wet for him all over again. 'Carina?'
'Yeah?'
'Meet me downstairs, I'll buy you a drink.' He grinned.
'I'll be there,' I said. I didn't even consider saying no.
'Girl, he is one of those Doms,' Jeffrey said. We'd hit the diner after Marilee's party. Stefan had offered to take me home but Jeffrey had swooped in and carted me away. Stefan and I had traded numbers, he'd pinned me to the wall for a kiss and then poof!went the handsome man who had fucked me silent in the guest bedroom.
'I don't think so,' I said. 'I can't picture him in leather boots with a whip.'
Jeffrey choked on his coffee, and shook his head. 'Are you serious?'
I shrugged. 'What?'
'I didn't mean Dominatrix. Same concept, wrong sex, and they're often for hire. He's dominant. He gets off on being top.'
'We were against the wall,' I explained. 'No one was on top.'
'Carina, hello!' He pretended to knock on my forehead. 'Topping you. Not being on top. He wants to run things. Gets off if he says jump and you say how high. Or if he spanks you and you ask for more.'
'Spanks me!' I clapped a hand over my mouth and about three old ladies with varying shades of lavender hair turned our way, frowning. A red frown, a coral frown and a frosted mauve frown. Who wore lipstick at three a.m.? And why were they here at three a.m.?
'Oh, he'll be spanking you.'
I smiled at the three women who looked like birds on a wire at the counter. 'He will not be spanking me,' I hissed. I took a swig of coffee and a bite of my Western omelette. 'There will be no spanking.'