3. Coral
Coral
I had no idea what came over me.
The tall, dark, and sexy stranger looked at me, and despite it being only moments after his release, his dick strained towards me.
“Stay,” he ordered brusquely before getting out of car.
With anyone else, I would have mouthed off that I wasn’t a dog to bark orders at. With him, I sat there like a good girl, watching as he tucked his still hard impressive length back into his pants, righted his shirt, and shut the door.
The night replayed in my head, leaving me a little dizzy. The scene where my sexy stranger had stood up to my asshole ex made my thighs clench together for relief. Not only that but the way I felt when he’d first touched me.
Maybe Olive and Onyx were onto something with the whole getting over someone by getting under someone else?
There was something about the way his touch had unfurled blue-flamed heat through me that I couldn’t shake off, and I didn’t want to, either . I am actually doing this.
I was going to have a one-night stand.
I’d only had one lover, and that part of our relationship had always felt lackluster. Insecurity started to prickle to life just as the passenger door opened. When our eyes connected, it faded away. Almost like the man had a magical way to stomp out all the crap in my head with just a look. All I could think about, all I could see, was the man in front of me. One I had noticed around town but was clueless about what his name was or what he did for a living.
And maybe it was better that way.
“Fuck,” he growled as his eyes skated up and down my body. I chewed on my bottom lip to keep from covering up. I liked my body but had spent the last couple of years hearing everything that was wrong with it from Jack. My breasts were big and not as perky as they once had been. Almost like he could hear the thoughts in my head, he licked his lips.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” he rasped, unknowingly encouraging my self-esteem. Need dripped not only from his tone but reflected in his eyes. I relaxed under his intense gaze.
It was weird. I wasn’t a naturally trusting person like my youngest sister, Raven. I was a lawyer, for god’s sake. I knew just how complex people were, and many skirted on the lines of right and wrong, black and white. The world was a lot grayer than many thought it to be. But as I stared at him, practically naked in the front seat of his car, I knew I’d do anything he’d ask.
“Look at you.” His hand shot out, and old habits died hard. When I flinched, everything in that moment stilled. It was so quiet, you could hear the soft chirps and sounds of the mountain around us.
“I moved too fast,” he broke the silence, and I hated the idea of him thinking there was something wrong with what he had done. He isn’t Jack, a voice in my head unnecessarily reminded me.
“You didn’t,” I started to deny, but he didn’t let me.
Without another word spoken between us, he reached for my dress that was on the floor of his expensive car and tossed it over his shoulder. I watched him, completely engrossed by what he might do next. I had no idea why it shocked me when he reached for me and instead of setting me down on the ground, he carried me like a groom would his beloved.
“Hold on to me, babochka,” he gently ordered, and I did as he asked. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rested my head on his shoulder. It was the end of spring, but the warmer nights hinted at the hot summer nights that were just weeks away. It felt nice against my bare skin.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been naked in public like this,” I shared.
“A first,” he whispered against the side of my head as he headed towards the giant cabin in front of us. I’d driven past the place a million times through my life living in Moonlit Pines and even when I returned from college and law school. I’d always thought this place was the most beautiful home on the entire mountain.
“You live here?” I asked, trying to make sense of the man holding me. A man I had just met, one whose name I didn’t know but despite that, knew I was about to let do anything he wanted to my body. He grunted his response.
“I like the way your skin glows under the moon,” he rumbled as he moved up the steps and towards the front door. “We might have to do this again. Maybe when the moon is full. I think you would look like a beautiful wood nymph running naked through the trees.” He pressed his lips against mine. My skin broke out in gooseflesh.
“That could be fun. Would you be naked, too?” I had no idea why I asked that. Tonight was a one-night deal. We might not have discussed it, but Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous had an air about him that didn’t necessarily scream commitment and monogamous relationships. Though, I’d been with Jack thinking he was those things despite the problems we had, and it turned out he had never been faithful, so what did I know?
“I would,” he said with promise in his voice. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start before I chase you.” My breathing shallowed at the image he started to paint. I wasn’t an exhibitionist by any means, but there was something sexy about the way he said it, like it was fact just waiting to become reality.
“What will you do if you catch me?”
“ When I catch you,” he corrected. A deliciously sexy grin played on his lips and his nose flared. “I’d take you against a tree under the moon while we both howl our cries of pleasure, letting anyone around hear us.” My thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve some of the ache.
I wanted that to happen, but it wouldn’t.
Tonight is just one night, I reminded myself. He opened the door, and when we stepped in, he shut and locked the door behind us. He didn’t set me down. He didn’t even seem winded or bothered by carrying my weight around. Instead, he rushed us through the house and what I could only guess was towards the bedrooms up the stairs. Not that we got that far.
Something came over me.
Knowing he wanted me so badly and how he had sounded coming in the car while I’d gone down on him brought something to life inside me. A bold goddess who took what she wanted. This was what tonight was supposed to be about, after all. I started to nip at his neck the moment his feet hit the first steps.
“Shit,” he hissed.
“I need you. I ache. Please, handsome.”
“Fucking hell, babochka ,” he muttered, setting me carefully on the stairs. I looked up at him and the way his body towered over me. He might have been in a dress shirt and slacks, but there was no denying the muscles that lay beneath his skin. “Look at you,” he said with awe and tenderness in his voice that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. My head spun with lust and desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Spread these legs for me,” he demanded, and I did as he asked. Opening my legs, I knew what he could see. My arousal was clear with the way it ruined the fabric of my panties.
“Shit,” he groaned, and that’s when I lost sight of him. My elbows rested on the step above me and my back arched at the feeling of his tongue against my panty-clad sex.
“Please!” I whimpered, and he growled. When he pulled back slightly, his dark molten gaze connected with mine as his hands moved between my thighs and tore my panties right off. The ripping sound of the delicate material echoed against the walls. “Baby, please,” I whimpered, and his nose flared.
“I got you, babochka . I will always have you,” he vowed, and before I could correct him, his face was right there.
Nudging my clit with the tip of his nose. I cried out, clenching the edge of the step with a white-knuckled grip. His tongue swiped at me, and I buckled beneath him. My hips grinded against his face, and if he minded, he didn’t say a word. Jack never liked to do this, not even close. We might have just started, but there was no denying my handsome stranger, my knight in shining armor, was getting off on the moment just as much as I was. I glanced down just in time to see him pull his cock out.
“I want you. I need you inside me,” I whimpered.
“Fucking hell, gorgeous. There is nothing I would ever deny you, butterfly.” I liked that he called me that.
He pulled back, and I got the pleasure of watching him while he undressed, ripping every stitch of clothing off his body. I hadn’t been wrong about his body, either. He was ripped. Broad muscular shoulders and lean hips. Dark hair sprinkled his chest, growing thicker as it led down to his engorged member.
“You’re so hard.”
“You get me like this, beautiful,” he mumbled. His lips touched mine just as he lined up his thick head with my entrance. He paused, and I was too far gone to realize why. He teased my dewy hole. I was so wet and hot I couldn’t stop the way my body squirmed, trying to get closer to his, needing him to fill the ache I had a feeling only he could fill.
“Please, I need you,” I pleaded.
“Say it again,” he strained, his square jaw clenched. My lips parted, and I gasped. It was hard to keep my eyes open and not simply relish the feeling of his hard length and the way it glided against my folds, bumping against my clit. “Say it again, butterfly, and I will give you exactly what you want.”
“I need you. Please!” I squeaked. “I ache. Please fill me up.”
“Raw,” he gritted. We might have just met, but I could see his control buckle.
“Raw. Bare. Nothing between us,” I begged. I was on the pill and clean. I’d had every test I could possibly have done after I found out about Jack’s double life.
“Your wish is my command,” he grunted, thrusting his hips forward, filling me from tip to root with his length. My nailbeds bit into his shoulder blades and my head fell back.
“Yes!” I cried out. Never had I ever been filled and stretched so deliciously. There was a slight bite of pain as my body accommodated his size, but it was nothing compared to how good he felt.
How whole I suddenly felt.
Before I knew it, I was begging for more. We were both sweaty, our skin slick and flushed. The only sounds in the cabin were his grunts and my moans. Our very own X-rated soundtrack. My leg hitched up and over against his hip until the heel of my foot rested just above his delicious ass, all to take him deeper. Completely. That seemed to do something to him.
“So fucking good. This little pussy is so damn tight. So fucking sweet. Look at how you take me.” His dirty words made me feel like I vibrated from the inside out. I had no idea how, but my sexy, tall, dark, and mysterious stranger, whether he knew it or not, had breathed life into me. I knew without a doubt I wouldn’t be stepping out of his cabin as the same woman he’d carried in.
Before I knew it, all too quickly, I was so close to splintering into a million pieces. As beautiful and big as my orgasm was going to be, I wasn’t ready.
“Let go,” he demanded, hammering into me. Our height difference while being on the stairs only seemed to help us connect in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“Please, more,” I squealed, riding the edge of bliss. Of an orgasm that would obliterate anything I had ever felt before.
“I give you more and harder, I’ll split you in two.”
“Then put me back together after.” I clung to him. His dark eyes were almost black before I lost sight of them when his head dipped to the crook of my neck. His breath tickled, and his deep groans only fueled me closer. His hips picked up speed, and his grip on my body tightened.
“Find it. Let go, babochka ,” he grunted in the sweetest tone. And like his good girl, I shattered. Pleasure the heights I didn’t know existed pulsed through me. Like a riptide that washed over me, pulled me deep, and could have drowned me. But in his arms, I didn’t have to worry. Just as I started to come back into my body, the roaring in my ears quieted down, and I felt his release fill me.
Warmth flooded my pussy, and instead of pushing him away, worried about what our actions could cause, I clung to him. Wrapping every one of my limbs around his strong body far longer than a one-night stand probably should. By the time our breathing evened out and the sweat on our skin started to dry, he pulled back.
“That was fucking incredible, gorgeous.”
“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I whispered.
Then, because there was something incredibly intimate, something I hadn’t experienced before despite having been in a long-term relationship, my hands left his shoulders and cupped the sides of his face. He was still inside of me, half hard. He twitched as I caressed the side of his scruffy face.
“You’re incredibly handsome, baby,” I whispered. The term of endearment slipped past my lips without thinking, and he gifted me with a tender smile.
“I’m glad you think so.” He winked before pulling his body away.
My lips parted at the loss of him, and for some reason, maybe because the two of us were both terribly depraved, our eyes dropped to the spot he had just left. My folds were red and swollen. When I relaxed my muscles, I felt his release trickle out.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot.” He swallowed. “Never saw anything prettier, butterfly.” His voice sounded scratchy and deep. “I can’t wait to fill you up again.” His words were a promise.
Before I could take another look, I was somehow back in his arms as he finished carrying me into what I assumed was his bedroom. He didn’t bothe with the lights, seeing as all the curtains were pulled open and the moonlight streamed enough inside to not make it pitch black.
“What are you––“ I didn’t finish asking as he dropped me onto his unmade bed. My body bounced once before a knee hit the mattress.
“Get on all fours. I’m going to see what we taste like together, babochka . Then I’m going to fuck you again.” I licked my lips.
“Taste us?” I swallowed. The ache he had just sated started to grow again, and I felt myself start to get wet. Another first. Jack hardly went down on me, much less after he came. And a second round? That never happened. Not that we did it without protection. In hindsight, the fact he never wanted to have sex without a condom should have warned me that something was up.
“Fuck yes, taste us,” he growled, his eyes dark. “I wanna lick you clean,” he gruffed. My clit started to pulse with an ache so deep, so voracious, I whimpered. “You want that, too, don’t you, babochka ? Be a good girl for me and don’t make me repeat myself.” He demanded my submission, and for some reason, I handed it over just like I had since we had left the bar.
Getting on all fours, I turned to look over my shoulder before his open-palmed hand pushed down on the center of my shoulder blades and my face rested on a pillow that smelled like him. A scent I wanted to have wrapped around me for as long as humanly possible.
It was crazy.
Handing over trust so easily to a stranger.
A stranger who had seen me naked, been inside me, and made me see the stars. But it came as easily as breathing. Used to trusting my gut, I let go and handed over control, knowing that no matter what happened, once the sun rose, I would never regret the night with my sexy stranger whom I hadn’t asked to step in between me and my ex but had simply done it.