Stranger (14 page)

The heavy breathing of Lana Del Rey’s Burning Desire fills the air with our own.  He feels my walls grasping down on him, pulling him in more as he continues his slow shallow thrusts building me higher.  My nails score over his ass cheeks, pushing him harder into me, begging him to push me over the edge.  He answers my need and buries himself all the way in and holds himself there while pinching my nipples, giving me that extra sensation to tip me over.  And I cum slow and languid, floating in bliss.

“Oh, God, oh God, oh God...”  I’m spinning, spiraling, doing that cosmic dance.

He begins to thrust into me again deep and fast.  I feel his cock throbbing as he buries himself, his face in my hair, growling.  I feel his release in me and I grind into him, moaning.  His arm wraps tightly around my waist holding me close, as we lie silently together, coming down from our blissful ride.

“Hi, Marco...,” I whisper into his ear as I lick it.  My desire for this man is insatiable. 

“Hi, baby...,” he breathes heavily as he sucks on my neck sending aftershocks through me making me shake with them.

“Mmmmmmmmmm.”

He sighs heavily, smiling.  “I’m gonna get a towel, love, be right back.”

I watch his ass as he walks away in only his shirt.  He is so sexy I could just watch him all day and soak in him.  When he comes back he’s grinning and still semi-hard, his erection glistening with our juices.  Lifting my legs and sitting down, he places my feet on his thigh, opening and separating my legs, leaving me wide open to him.

“Lift up,” he says his eyes fixed on my swollen sex.  He puts a towel under my bottom then begins to trace circles around my sex.  I’m watching him looking at me, his eyes fixed and hungry.  He takes his shirt off.   That finger then slides down my folds and circles my entrance.  I feel the cum dripping from me and my eyes widen.  His eyes rise to mine and he’s smiling seductively. 

“It’s so sexy watching my cum drip from you, Elizabeth.”  He swirls that finger around my entrance again, tracing it with his cum.  That is so hot!

A new wave of desire flows through me as he pushes that finger inside of me beginning to fuck me again with it and I feel tinges of my last orgasm stirring.  I watch his cock as it hardens, growing, turning red with the blood that’s filling it.  He twists his finger, curving it so that he’s rubbing that spot inside me.  His other hand wraps firmly around his shaft at that base.

“Touch your breasts, baby,” he commands huskily.

I pull my top up and release the other breast, pushing the cup down, forcing both of them up.  I begin to move my hips as my finger traces circles around my pebbled nipples.

“Keep your hips still, this is mine.”

I stop and my sex instantly clasps onto his finger and he smiles at me, feeling my reaction to his command.

“You like it when I talk to you like that, Elizabeth.”  It’s a statement, not a question, one he’s certain of.  And this makes my sex clench him again. 

His look intensifies with my body’s response to his commands.  He begins to slide in and out again slowly turning his finger around inside of me as he strokes himself.  He stops to rub the pre-cum of his beautifully engorged head, making it glisten.  I pull on my nipples and squeeze the swollen globes as his thumb flicks across my clit.

I gasp loudly, throwing my head back and push my ass down, clenching down on his finger.  He’s finger fucking me and fucking himself as I’m teasing and playing with my nipples.  My sex is holding on to his finger tightly still swollen from our lovemaking and I feel my climax ready to push me over the edge again.  My body belongs to him, it responds to his every command.  I’m helpless, and it’s wonderful.

“Cum with me, Elizabeth,” the words firm and deep.

His thumb pushes down on my clit as his finger curls on that spot inside of me.  I grasp onto my nipples tightly, pinching them as the erotic pain shoots to my pussy and I come undone.  My hips grind into his hand as my sex spasms on his finger.

“Yes, yes, yes!!”  I whisper in ecstasy.

Throwing his head back and lifting his hips to the hand holding his cock, his orgasm explodes all over his stomach as another growl comes from him.  He lowers his face to place a sucking kiss on my clit.

“Oh, God, Marco,” I moan.

“That was so beautiful, baby,” he murmurs adoringly as he strokes both me and himself.

He begins the job of cleaning me first, then him, and he looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying himself.  When he seems like he’s finally satisfied with the results he stands, bends to kiss me and says, “Be right back,” and heads back towards the bathroom.

Holy shit! What just happened?  I’m stunned momentarily.  The music is still playing with 30 Seconds to Mars’ Hurricane.  Wiping myself first with the towel still tucked under my ass, I get up and begin to dress.

Marco returns.  I can’t help but admire his naked body again making my breath catch slightly and I hope he doesn’t notice.  His lips quirk up, he noticed.

“Interesting compilation of songs, love.”  He pulls me to him smiling down at me.

“It’s my ‘feel sorry for my horny self’ collection.”  Shrugging, I laugh.

“Feeling sorry for yourself, baby?”

“Not actually, I guess I was horny,” blushing deeper, the last tinges of my earlier uncomfortableness slipping away.  For guys it’s easy for them to be honest and open about their desires and I can’t believe that I’m at a place with Marco that I feel I can say these things so freely to him.

“Still horny, Elizabeth?” he whispers seductively in my ear.

“It’s a perpetual horniness with you, Marco.  You make me burn.”  My voice is still raspy from the lingering effects of my orgasm and I’m flushed and heated.

“Dragon, baby.”  His hands are on my ass holding me close as his lips brush my ear with his words.

He releases me and goes to get his clothes to dress.  Pulling on his boxers and pants, he asks me, “Want to go to the store now?  I have a feeling we’re going to be famished soon.”  He winks at me and I throw a pillow at him, laughing.

He laughs looking at me with a warning in his eyes, “Oh, yeah?  You wanna play?” 

I squeal and take off running away from him.  Making a few laps around the living room, I’m the hunted and he’s the hunter, he pounces on me and throws me to the couch kneeling straddling me on my lap he pins me down with my arms to my sides.   He hasn’t even broken a sweat and I’m panting.  Looking into his face I see his expression change becoming stronger like a predator with a hint of intimate satisfaction.  My pulse quickens and I don’t know if my panting now is from the play or the vibes coming off Marco.

Holding me down his voice is low and sexy, there’s something different about it and it sends sensual tremors through me, “Do you submit, Elizabeth?”

Heat seeps through my veins and my mouth opens slightly as my tongue begs for him.  “I do,” I whisper, my heart slamming against my ribcage.  The woman that I’ve kept locked up who’s been waiting to submit wakes from her slumber and is at full attention ready to be tied.

Leaning his face slowly to mine, his tongue teasing my mouth, quietly he says, “Not yet, baby, but you will.”  His mouth claims mine with all of the promises in that one little answer.

We walk leisurely through the aisles at the grocery store completely relaxed falling in step with each other as if we’ve done this a hundred times.  Marco’s pushing the cart and I have my arm hooked over his elbow.  We’ve picked up a French baguette, swiss cheese, fruits, asparagus, endive lettuce mix, a bottle of chardonnay (he picked it out), some baby potatoes, chicken breasts, and various other things.  We are in no hurry so we’re just looking around at all of the selections.  This is one of the high end chain grocery stores so there is a wide variety of high quality items.  We come across a children’s sunglass display in all sorts of funny designs so I pull out a monkey pair with bananas on the frames and put them on.

“Do you think they’re me, Marco?”

He doesn’t bat an eye but reaches for his own pair.

“Those are amazing but I think these are better,” and he slides on a hot pink pair covered in rhinestones with huge stars on the corners.  We’re laughing at each other when I hear my name.

“Liz?”

I turn with the glasses still on and I feel like the floor drops out from under me.

“Hi, Adriana, how are you?”  My voice is flat and there’s shock written all over my face.  Marco and I take our glasses off and put them back on the rack.  Fuck.  I turn slowly to the woman bracing myself.

“I’m good, you know, I don’t like to complain.  How’ve you been?”  No, she doesn’t like to complain but she enjoys making you feel like shit because you haven’t been in touch with her and she knows she looks like hell.

“I’ve been good.”  I answer short and sweet, let’s make this quick.

And her eyes move to Marco, starting at his feet her eyes scan him taking everything in and move all the way up to his face.  Even if she’s not well she’s still the ever-flirting bitch she always was.  She holds her hand out to him, palm down, the way a woman extends her hand to a man when she wants him to kiss the top.  My blood is boiling.

“Hi, I’m Adriana, Elizabeth’s big sister.”

I can see the look of surprise on his face he’s trying to conceal with a gracious smile that he’s perfected.  He takes her extended hand and shakes it but does not kiss it.  Good!

“It’s a pleasure to meet one of Elizabeth’s family.  I’m Marco Kastanopoulis.”  Oh, he’s very good.

“The pleasure is all mine.”  What a cunt, she never changes even after everything.

“I didn’t know you shopped here.”  I drag her attention away from the man I’m with and back to me.  I’m not giving Miss Black Widow any opportunities with him.

“I usually don’t, it’s for a client.”

“I see.”  This is getting excruciating.

“Have you spoken to Ray,” and she turns back to Marco, “our brother?”

“Yes, I called him last week,” dragging her shark stare back to me.

“And all is well with his family?”  I can’t stand the ‘poor me’, fake sugar sweetness.

“Yes, everyone is great.”  My politeness is rapidly running out.

Then she leans in a little to me, glancing up at Marco, lowering her voice saying, “And Santino?”  I can’t BELIEVE she just went there!

“Adriana, I told everyone over two years ago that was over.  Don’t mention it.  Ever.”  My voice is hard and threatening. 

“I’m sorry,” no, she’s not, “I don’t want to ruin your day.”  Here goes the ‘poor me’ crap again.  “Well, I’ll let you get on with your shopping.  It was good to see you, Elizabeth.”   Turning to Marco she continues, “It was nice meeting you, take good care of my little sister, Marco,” she purrs with a seductive smile. God, she infuriates me.

“It was very nice meeting you, Adriana.  Maybe we’ll see each other again,” he replies smiling politely, then looks at me.

“I certainly hope so,” so she can try to fuck you too, the words scream in my head.  “Bye, Elizabeth, you look really good.”

“Bye, Adriana, thanks.”

And she finally walks away.  I look at Marco smiling trying to compose myself.

“So, what else do we need?”  I try for nonchalant but end up with icy.

He’s studying me.  “Hmm, let’s have a look around.”  He knows I’m upset so he gives me some space and anchors me by putting his arm around my waist as he continues to lead me down the aisles.  I’m stiff with the anxiety of seeing her but it doesn’t stop him from holding me as he’s trying to ease some of the tension from my body.

We go to check out and, fortunately, there are no more sightings of Adriana.

The ride home is fairly quiet with very little small talk.  Finally, Marco just covers my hand with his and lets the music fill the space giving me time to decompress in my own little world.  He’s changed it to modern rock and Linkin Park belts out Numb which matches my mood perfectly.

When we get to my apartment we begin to unload the groceries from his car.  The leaves are all but gone from the trees and Mr. Jones is in his yard raking them again. Doesn’t this guy have anything else to do?  I really don’t know where all of these leaves have come from because the Magnolia and Oak don’t lose their leaves. He’s staring at us so we nod our greetings to him.  Jerking his head, he starts to jab at the innocent leaves and ends up pulling the grass up with them.  What the fuck is his problem now?  I know that if he says anything at all I’m going to go off on him and tell him what a complete rude ass he is.  I have never seen him act so weird.  I’m a grown woman and I think his attitude can’t possibly be because I have a man with me.  And the man I have with me shows he is obviously a respectable and confident gentleman.  Marco and I just look at each other and shrug.  He noticed it as well.

As we’re putting the groceries away Marco decides to address the gigantic elephant in the room.

“It seemed like your sister was very glad to see you.  I can see the similarities but I don’t know if I would have known you were sisters if she hadn’t told me.”  Boy, he is so diplomatic.

“Good,” I snort.

He laughs.  “I guess you weren’t very happy to see her.”

“Hah, whatever gave you that idea?”