His big tattooed hands push up over my work dress, and I moan as they slide over my breasts. His fingers pop one snap button, and then the next, his kisses growing hungrier with every button. My hands drop to his belt, fire blazing through me as I yank it open.
I’ve never done this before. Well, not this—not this mad frantic passionate crashing together. I’ve never felt this urgency for a man before—never felt this need to just have him and let him take me any way he wants. I moan into his lips, pulling his belt open as he opens my dress and shoves it down my arms. I cringe when I remember that I’m wearing the world’s most boring plain white bra and panties but fuck it.
…I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be wearing either of them pretty soon anyways.
I gasp when he grabs my waist and suddenly hoists me up in the air. I moan, kissing him even harder as he sits me down on the Formica countertop and moves between my legs. I spread them eagerly for him, wantonly opening the button of his jeans as he strips my dress away. He yanks the rest of the buttons that go all the way to the hem open, and then I’m just in my underwear, my legs around his grooved waist and my tongue firmly in the mouth of a gorgeous stranger whose name I don’t even know.
I have officially gone insane, and I don’t care for one second.
Yes, this is dangerous, and I don’t mean because I don’t know him. I mean because I do know Barnes. I know that even though we’re not in any way shape or form a “couple” and even though he’s never touched me, he’d lose his fucking mind if he knew about this. I know his pride is everything, and he’d kill me—maybe even literally—if he caught us right now.
But when this man wraps his huge arms around me, and kisses me like I’m his, I forget all of that. I forget the shittiness of my life, and the awful hand I’ve been dealt, over and over again. And instead, I just lose myself in him.
He pulls my bra away as I shove his jeans down. And when I feel him press between my legs and feel the bulge in those black boxers throb against my pussy through my panties, I whimper. Good. Freaking. Lord. Does he feel big. I moan, kissing him eagerly and pushing a hand down between us. He cups a breast with one big hand, teasing my nipple as I gasp into his lips. His other hand grips my ass tight, yanking me into him. My hand pushes down, and I actually moan into his lips as I feel the size of his thick cock.
This is primal. This is necessity. This is happening, and not even the storm raging outside could stop us now.
He growls savagely as his mouth falls from my mine to slide down my jawline. The gorgeous, hot as hell bearded and tattooed stranger groans into my neck, making me whimper as his teeth rake my skin. He bites down, and I gasp, moaning in pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes,” I whimper.
And I realized how much I want it this way—I want him hard, and rough, and filthy. I want him fast and freeing, and I might even want him without a name.
I want this escape—I need this escape, and I need it now.
He growls and kisses his way lower, biting and sucking at my collarbone before he drops lower. His lips tease over the slope of my breasts, and I moan when he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue over it, and I moan deeply when he pushes one big hand between my legs. His thick finger strokes my slippery, eager pussy through my soaked panties. He makes a valley in the material, pushing it between my lips to stroke my clit through them.
I gasp, rocking my hips against him before he suddenly drops down between my legs and grabs the sides of my panties in both hands. He looks up at me, his eyes blazing with blue fire and desire, before he yanks them down. Heat washes over my face as his eyes slide down between my thighs to lock onto my pussy.
I’ve never done this with a stranger. I’ve never even really had the desire to. But no man—none—have made me as eager, and wantonly wet as this man.
“Fuck me,” he purrs out in that pirate voice. “This is the fucking prettiest little pussy in the world.”
He moves in, and I cry out when his tongue slides over me. He parts my lips, pushing his tongue deep inside and making me squeal in pleasure. My hips rock against him wantonly, my mind melting as his mouth drives me wild. He tongues my clit, swirling around it over and over as he pushes a thick finger into me. I’m so wet that he slides right in, and I gasp in pleasure as he starts to stroke it against that spot just inside. His mouth covers my pussy, and his tongue swirls over my clit, and I start to freaking melt for him.
I grip the edge of the counter and throw my head back. I feel wild, and free, and maybe a little slutty, but in the most empowering, arousing way possible. It’s been years since anyone touched me, and even then, I’m pretty damn sure nothing I’ve ever known before this can even compare to my stranger.
He growls and licks me hungrily, dancing his wicked tongue over my clit and stroking his finger in and out, in and out. And soon enough, I can feel the fire rising inside. I moan, thrashing on the counter and bucking my hips against his mouth. He pins me down, holding my hips in place as he drags the orgasm out of me, driving me higher and higher with his finger and his tongue until I know I’m going to explode.
And then, I do.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, slamming into me like the storm outside has smashed its way inside to claim me. My hips break free of his grip, pushing against his growling mouth as I moan in pleasure for him. His tongue never slows, teasing me right through the climax and into another instant second one. Pleasure whines from my lips, and I’m gasping for air when he finally slides up between my legs.
He kisses me fiercely, and I moan when I feel him pushing his boxers down. His huge—and I mean huge—hard, thick cock springs free to slap my thigh heavily. I whimper, feeling the heat of him and feeling his sticky precum drip down my skin. He growls into my mouth, wraps a hand around his length, and I gasp when I feel him push the swollen head against my eager lips.
He pauses, pulling away, and our eyes lock.
“Fuck me,” I gasp.
He starts to open his mouth, and for a second I’m worried he’s going to shatter this whole incredibly hot “stranger” fantasy by telling me his name. But instead, he just growls and leans in to kiss me hotly.
“With pleasure,” he purrs as he pushes his hips forward.
I gasp, my eyes going wide and the breath leaving my lungs as the sheer size of him slides into me. I’m so fucking wet that he glides right in, and I moan eagerly as his thickness stretches me to the fullest. He pushes deeper, his huge cock absolutely filling me as he sinks inch after inch into my slippery pussy, until finally, with a deep moan, I can feel his balls against my ass on the counter.
“Oh fuuuuck,” I gasp, panting as I claw at his muscled, inked back. “Fuck, you are so big.”
“Or it’s just that you’re so fucking tight,” he groans. He crushes his lips to mine, kissing me possessively.
He slides out, one hand gripping my hip and the other cupping my jaw. I look down between us, my mouth hanging open in lust as I watch his thick shaft slowly slide from inside of me, glistening in the moonlight with my arousal. He lets it sit there with just the head throbbing inside of me before he rocks his hips forward again with a groan. I gasp, moaning as he fills me to the brim again with one thrust.
And fuck does he feel good. He’s freaking huge, and there’s no damn way this would work at all without me being as turned on as I am. Oh, but I am, and when he starts to really and truly fuck me, pleasure I’ve never known washes over me. It’s like he’s claiming me or taking me. It’s like I’m doing this for the very first time—like I’m a virgin and he’s plucking that innocence from me as I moan for more.