Strangers (12 page)

“I love the dress but I like you better out of it,” he whispered.

Charlie threaded his fingers through her hair and dropped his other hand to trace the line of the beaded band crossing her lower back.
Kate’s hips jerked into the wall.

“Steady.” He breathed the word onto her shoulder and followed the line of her panties to the front of her body.
At the same time as he cupped her between her legs, Charlie pushed the hard ridge of his erection into the cleft of her backside and then nipped the side of her neck with his teeth.
Kate reacted as powerfully as if she’d been shot.
She tensed, cried out and unraveled in his arms.

“Oh God,” she gasped.
“God, God, God.”

Charlie’s heart sang.
He clung on to her, sensing she’d collapse if he let go.
He kissed the place on her neck he’d nipped, covering it with tiny licks, tasting her skin as she came back to earth.

“You are so hot,” he murmured.
“My little fireball.”

Kate took a deep breath.
“Right, that’s better.
Thanks.
I think I’m ready to go to sleep now.
Night.”

Charlie chuckled.
“Am I allowed in your bed?”

“Only if you promise to stop biting your nails, you’re naked, and get there before I do.”

She was already moving as she spoke, but Charlie slipped ahead, dashed through the hall and slammed the bedroom door.
He leaned against it while he shucked out of the sleep pants and then leapt for the bed.
When Kate walked in, he was under the sheet and pretending to snore.
She slipped in next to him and pulled the cover from his face.
He looked up to see her dark eyes gazing down at him and felt guilty.
He’d seen so many women look at him like that, wanting his body, but also wanting something he couldn’t give.

“If you’re going to snore, you can go back in the other room,” Kate said.
“It’s not an attractive habit.”

Charlie’s face lit up.
He loved the way she spoke to him.

“I’m not going to be sleeping,” he said.
“And neither are you.”

When Charlie pulled her mouth to his, Kate expected another hard and fast kiss, but this time he surprised her.
His lips slid along hers in a tempting caress, lingering for a while before he let them slide to her neck.
He seduced her with every part of his face, licking with the tip of his tongue, laving with the whole of it, his cheek brushed hers, his thick eyelashes tickled her skin, his nose gently nuzzled, his teeth nibbled, breath teased until Kate could stand it no longer and pushed her tongue into his mouth, pressing her lips against his, so that Charlie had to respond in kind.

There was a time for soft but this wasn’t it.
Kate needed him to be forceful and strong, to make her forget.
They writhed together, twisting in the sheets, almost fighting.
Her on top and then him.
Half on the bed, half off as they explored each other’s bodies, found places to make the other squirm.
His rigid cock was a constant reminder of how much he wanted her.
It didn’t matter that this was just fucking, at least they both wanted the same thing—no illusion, no pretending.

Finally, he pinned her down and hovered above her, breathing heavily.
“You’re trying to eat me.”

“On toast.
With butter.”

She bucked him off, then reached for him again.
Charlie grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking her fingers.

“Butter’s bad for you,” he said.

“Who says?”

He bit her palm and Kate yelped.
As she opened her mouth, he welded his lips to hers and at the same time, pushed the front of her panties aside and slid his middle finger deep inside her.
The suddenness of the intrusion made Kate groan into his throat and buck into his hand.
Another finger joined the first and she sighed.
A moment later she whimpered in frustration when they withdrew.

“Don’t be greedy,” he whispered.
“I haven’t finished playing with you yet.”

Charlie’s head dropped from her neck and he nibbled his way to her breast.
Where his mouth touched, Kate burned.
Where it didn’t, she longed for the fire.
His tongue flicked her nipple, his teeth circling and teasing before he sucked hard and strong.
At the same time, he pushed his fingers back inside her and Kate felt the desperate draw of desire as fiercely as if he’d reached in and dragged out her heart.

“Christ, Kate.
You’re soaking wet.
You’re driving me crazy.”

“I’m not feeling anything yet,” she gasped and he shook with laughter.

His mouth slid from her breast, over her ribs and stomach, down until it joined his fingers between her legs.
When his tongue touched her clit, every muscle in her body clenched, nerves sparked, cells expanded.
A few moments of gentle pressure and she hovered again on the brink of falling apart, her fingers entwined in his hair.

Charlie lifted his head.
“Will you get me some cigarettes?”

Kate forced her eyes open and saw his smirk.

“Okay.” She tried to move away.

His face fell and then he laughed and pulled her back, resting his chin on her belly.

“Well, do you want cigarettes or not?” Kate tried to wiggle free of his grasp.

“Not.”

He dipped his head and buried his face between her legs, using the flat of his warm, wet tongue to lick her over and over before he thrust it between her folds.
Kate stopped trying to get away and tried to stop pulling at his hair.
His soft lips closed gently around the sensitive bud of her clit and sucked hard, then he tapped it with the tip of his tongue until her moans came faster and faster.
Kate’s legs stiffened, her heels drummed into his back and her hands clutched his shoulders as she fell into the grip of an immense, rippling orgasm that enveloped her body like some super-long effervescent bath bomb.

“Charlie,” she gasped.
“Oh God.
I’m falling apart.”

Lights flashed behind her eyes, her limbs shook and she could barely breathe.
Kate couldn’t remember the last time she’d come like that, if she’d ever come like that.
When she forced her eyelids open, she saw the strain on his face, his dark eyes staring at her.
She reached for a condom from the drawer and Charlie snatched it from her fingers.
He had it on before she’d taken another breath.

“I think you’ve done that before,” she teased.

“I’ve never been this desperate,” he said, settling back between her thighs, nudging at her opening with the blunt head of his cock.
He groaned and then hesitated.
“Are you sure?”

Kate melted at the question, a gush of cream soaking her sex.
After all they’d just done, he thought enough of her to ask that?

“Ask the audience, phone a friend but do it fast,” he whispered.

Kate gripped his shoulders.
“I know what I want.
You, Charlie.
I want you now.
Fuck me.”

In one slick movement, he thrust deep inside her.
One long hard drive and she felt every inch of his thickness and length.
Kate arched her back, drawing him even further into her body before she clenched around him.

“Oh Christ, Kate!” One gentle cry of her name before he began to move, stroking in and out of her, concentration etched on his face.

She knew he was trying to be careful and she didn’t want careful.
Kate reached for the back of his neck and pulled his head to hers, brought her hips up to kiss his.
Their lips melded as he began to pound into her, his tongue mimicking the action of his body.
His cock seemed hotter, bigger, swelling inside her and Kate felt herself coming, the vibration spreading through her body as tension ratcheted to its limits.
Charlie dragged his mouth from hers, panting in short bursts, and rearing back, with one final thrust he exploded inside her with a loud groan.
Kate tightened around his cock as it pulsed inside her.
Her climax rolled into his and they unraveled together, perfectly matched.

Neither moved, frozen in the intensity of the moment.
They took a gulp of air at the same time and then laughed.
Charlie was still suspended above her body.
He lowered his head and slid his lips across hers, so gently Kate wanted to cry, before he sank down and rolled so he didn’t crush her.
He held her tight, still semi-hard inside her, still kissing her.

Charlie knew he ought to get rid of the condom, but he didn’t want to move.
His head spun as if he was drunk.
He didn’t have a problem making women come, but he didn’t often come at exactly the same time, nor in such a spectacular way.
He’d been shaken by how much he wanted Kate, how much he still wanted her.
He’d had mind-blowing sex before, but there had been something about what they’d just done that was different.

Kate was different.
She was neither in awe, nor scared of him.
She fucking laughed at him and Charlie could hardly believe how much he liked her doing it.
No pussy-footing around, she wasn’t afraid to tell him what she thought.
She hadn’t asked him to sing for her and that was a big deal for Charlie.
It pissed him off when women did that, partly because it was almost the first thing that came from their mouths, as if that was all they saw, not him but a different Charlie.
Kate had just been herself.
He’d finally met somebody real.

He held her in his arms and ran his fingers over her skin.
He couldn’t stop touching her, didn’t want to stop, yet couldn’t push back that nagging voice that said the feeling would pass.
It always had.
A vicious worm nibbling at his heart that wouldn’t go away.

“I have to get rid of this rubber and wash,” he said.
“Come with me?”

“Worried you might get lost?”

Yeah, he was.
He was good at getting lost.

They both groaned when he withdrew from her.
Charlie swung his feet over the side of the bed and pulled off the rubber.
When he stood and turned, Kate held out her hand and the worm spoiling his pleasure began to shrivel.

“Come on,” Kate said.
“I’ll stop you falling into the bottomless pit in the hall but look out for the quicksand in the bathroom.”

Charlie let her wrap her fingers around his.
She tugged him out of one room into another.
Charlie was about to drop the condom in the toilet when she stopped him.

“You shouldn’t do that.
Better for the planet to put it in the waste bin.”

Charlie hesitated.
He always flushed them.
He didn’t want anyone siphoning off his little swimmers and making a baby.
How could that be better for the planet?
More wankers like him?
He had no idea if it was even possible but he always played safe.

He wrapped the rubber in toilet tissue and tossed it in the bin.

Kate pulled him down to sit on the edge of the tub and reached for a cloth.
She soaked it, soaped it and wiped his cock.
Charlie’s fingers curled around the edge of the bath and he spread his toes on the tiles.
No one had ever done this for him before.
No one had ever thought to.
Kate knelt and rubbed her fingers in his curly pubic hair, twirling it in her soapy fingers.
Her other hand stroked up and down his semi-tumescent cock.
Charlie almost felt his blood hesitate in its circuit around his veins before diverting to the place in his body that had the most fun.

“Can I shave you down here?” she asked.

The blood flow reversed.
Well, it didn’t but he shuddered, his cock shivered and his balls quaked.
Was she mad?

“Let me?” Kate whispered.

“Okay.”

Was he mad?
Wouldn’t it itch and give him spots?
What if her hand slipped?
How could he backtrack without looking a wimp?

“Want to shave me too?” she asked.

“Okay.”

Kate threw a fluffy towel on the floor.
“Lie down.”

Charlie lay facedown.

“Want me to do your bum too?” she asked.

“What?” He rolled over.
“I don’t have a hairy bum.” Did he?

She laughed.
Charlie leaned up on his elbows and watched as she knelt between his legs with a canister of some sort of shaving foam and a disposable razor.
He flinched at the first jet of thick blue liquid but when Kate began to massage it all over his groin he sank back and closed his eyes.
The combination of her soft but firm fingers and the cool, slippery foam made his cock swell in her hand.
No bloody sense of danger.
No bloody sense.
With the first long stroke of the razor, Charlie held his breath.

“Don’t make any sudden moves,” she said.

Maybe he should keep holding his breath.
Then his stupid cock jerked.
“Shit.
How am I supposed to manage not moving when my dick has a mind of its own?”

“I’ll be careful.”

Charlie wondered what he was doing, letting a woman he’d only just met hold a razor against his best friends.
Yet he trusted her.

Kate rinsed the razor in the wash basin and started again.
The combination of a hand caressing his cock, another pulling the blade firmly against his taut skin, that mix of acute pleasure and imminent danger made Charlie’s stomach quiver like a snare drum.
He lay back and went with the flow.

Once he’d stopped thinking what she was doing, he relaxed.
Shit, it was the first time he’d felt so relaxed in ages.
She soaped, shaved, washed and then massaged him with some sort of oily stuff that smelled nice.
His cock was on the way back to full hardness and his balls were building up steam.
In a moment, it would be his turn to shave her and he grinned.

“All done,” Kate said.
“I’ve wiped off the blood.”

“What?”

He sat up so fast he almost nutted her in the head.
“Christ.” Charlie stared at his tackle.
No blood, but he looked bigger.
Wow, a lot bigger.
His gaze drifted to Kate.
“I was hoping for a skull and crossbones.”

She laughed.
“Too late.
Use a new razor on me.
Do what you like.”

She lay on the towel.
Charlie took one look at her pink folds and gulped.
He thought he’d done just about everything with a woman but this was something new.
Was any landscape more beautiful that this?
Little valleys and folds, glistening with arousal.
What he was going to do was sexy and not sexy at the same time.
He’d never touched a woman here without the aim being to make her wet and make her come.
Now, he chewed his lip, rubbed Kate with the soapy gel before carefully drawing the razor over her skin.
No way could he leave any sort of shape with her pubes.
He’d cock it up so it didn’t look like anything.
Besides, he wanted her as naked as him.