Total Abandon (8 page)

He’d sworn to himself that he would wait for Sandra. Give her time to go out on a few dates, maybe even experiment with sex a little, if that’s what she needed, before he got romantically involved with her, but Aimee’s suggestion that he play out the sex-with-a-stranger fantasy revved his engine beyond clear thought. It did make sense, though. He’d be able to be the first man she had sex with after her divorce, which totally appealed to him. And he would be helping her live out one of her fantasies.

And his own!

Devlin ensured his mask was firmly in place. Although, if all went as planned, she would never actually see him, he didn’t want to take any chances. He’d even secured his hair under a light knit hat. If she saw or felt his hair, which was longer than both the other men’s, she’d figure out who he was immediately.

He stepped out from the bushes and approached her from behind.

Seven

Sandra could hear him approaching, but she did not turn around. Excitement skittered along her nerve endings. His arm curled around her waist and he drew her back against his solid chest. He held a yellow rose in front of her. She loved yellow roses. A note was attached, which read:
I am your fantasy stranger.
She took the rose from his hand and pressed it to her nose. Her eyes closed as she breathed in the sweet fragrance.

“It’s beautiful.”

She knew he wouldn’t say anything. That was part of the arrangement, to keep his identity secret. He slipped a piece of black cloth across her eyes, then tied it behind her head, leaving her in total darkness. Then he took her hand and led her away. It was strange walking through the woods with no idea where she was going. Having to trust this stranger completely.

The ground changed beneath her feet. Became softer. Sand.

They walked a little farther, then he stopped. His arms encircled her and he drew her close to his body. His lips met hers in a sweet, gentle kiss. His hand stroked across her cheek, then he cupped her head and deepened the kiss, his lips moving on hers with more urgency. This was so totally hot, so totally wild … not knowing who this man was yet being held by him, kissed by him. And knowing how much more would happen between them very soon.

His tongue pushed between her lips and she sucked it deep into her mouth, urged on by her deep consuming need. He groaned and stroked his hands along her back as he devoured her mouth. She arched her body, crushing her breasts against him, driving her arrowlike nipples into his chest.

Emboldened by the anonymity of her blindfold, she grabbed the hem of her camisole and tugged it over her head, then unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and peeled it away. She couldn’t see his expression, but she could feel his hot gaze on her. Admiring.

At least, that’s what she imagined.

His hands cupped her and she sighed with delight at the feel of his big warm hands covering her breasts. Were these Craig’s big hands? Touching her just as she’d imagined?

His mouth covered one taut nipple and she moaned in pleasure. She dragged her hand down his taut stomach to the bulge in his pants, then stroked over it. She fidgeted with the button and succeeded in unfastening it. Next, her fingers found the zipper tag and she tugged it down, then slipped her hand inside his pants and found the prize. His big thick cock. Oh man, it was huge. She wrapped her fingers around it and drew it free.

She ran her hand up his body to his cheek, found his lips, and kissed him again. Then she nuzzled down his neck. She released buttons on his shirt with her free hand, still gripping his big cock in her other hand, and kissed down his bare chest. Once she reached his navel, she dipped her tongue inside, then she sank to her knees and wrapped her other hand around his cock, too.

“It’s so lovely and big. I wish I could see it.” She grinned. “I am definitely going to taste it.” She leaned forward and found the tip of him with her mouth. She kissed and explored the tip of his cock with her lips, then lapped at him with her tongue.

“Mmm. Delicious.”

Leaning closer, she opened her lips and took his whole cockhead inside. It filled her mouth. It was so big. So hard. And she wanted to suck him until he exploded in her mouth.

Her stranger’s hands tucked around her head and stroked her hair. She swirled her tongue under the crown as her hands stroked his shaft. Sucking on his cockhead, she tucked one hand under his balls and cradled them in her palm while stroking her thumb over the tight spot behind his balls.

He groaned and drew back a little.

She released his cock. “I want to make you come. Like this. Please don’t hold back.”

She swallowed him again, then dove as deep as she could, taking at least half his lengthy cock into her mouth. She squeezed as she drew back, then sucked as she stroked that sweet spot behind his balls. She bobbed up and down, squeezing and sucking, determined to make him come. He stiffened, then groaned. Hot liquid filled her mouth as he erupted.

Once he was done, she smiled. He drew her to her feet and kissed her, his lips moving on hers with passion, yet at the same time she could sense a deep tenderness.

When he drew back, she gripped his shirt on both sides and pulled him back for another kiss, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. He sucked on it, pulling it even deeper. Once he released her, they both gasped for air.

She unfastened her jeans and pushed them to the ground, then stepped out of them. Dragging her hands up her body, she smiled. She cupped her breasts and squeezed, then toyed with her nipples, feeling intensely wicked but courageous, given she couldn’t see him at all. That gave her a certain freedom.

“I want you to fuck me.” Oh, the coarse words made her blood boil.

He dragged her against his body and captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. His arm scooped under her legs and he swept her up, then she felt herself lowered onto the ground. Something soft. An air mattress?

She lay back, her head on a pillow. Man, he’d thought of everything. His fingers hooked in her panties and they slipped away. She heard the rustling sounds of him fumbling with his clothes and them falling to the ground. A second later, he parted her legs and his mouth teased along her inner thighs. Then he covered her. His tongue dragged along her damp slit … then grazed over her clit. She arched upward, pushing herself against his mouth. He drew her legs farther apart, tucking her knees over his shoulders, then began to feast on her in earnest.

His tongue dipped inside her, followed by his fingers. One. Then two. He licked upward and his tongue found her clit again. As his fingers stroked inside her, he licked her clit, then began to plunder it. The dual sensations fueled her rising excitement. Pleasure swamped her senses, rising as he continued to stroke and tease.

“Oh, God. That’s … Oh, it feels so good.” She wrapped her hands around his head—covered by a knit hat—and held him close to her.

He sucked on her clit as his fingers worked inside her. Waves of pleasure pummeled through her and—

She gasped, then moaned as she plummeted headlong into an intense orgasm. He kept sucking and stroking as she rode the wave to incredible heights … then slowly floated back to earth.

She lay back, gasping for air.

“That was … oh, so good.”

He lay down beside her and cradled her against his body.

“Hey, Stranger Man, that was good, but we’re definitely not done yet.” She grasped in the darkness until she found his cock, which was rock-hard and ready to go. “I want some of this.”

He stroked her cheek, and she paused at the incredible tenderness. He kissed her. Sweetly. Lovingly.

His touch, his tenderness, made her heart ache. She felt a deep connection with him, something she hadn’t expected. It was only supposed to be about the sex. Sex with a stranger.

But it felt good. And she wanted him.

“Fuck me,” she murmured, needing to lighten the mood. “Slide that big cock of yours inside me and trigger some fireworks.”

He nuzzled her ear, then shifted sideways. Then he was over her. Something hot and hard brushed her thigh, then glided along her slit.

“That’s right, Fantasy Man. Give me all you’ve got.”

With that, he drove forward, his thick long cock thrusting deep inside her. Stretching her. Filling her impossibly full. She clung to his shoulders as he lay still, his cock fully embedded inside her. It twitched and she groaned. It was incredibly erotic.

Oh, God, I don’t even know who this is, yet his cock is inside me and, any second now, I’m going to come. Again.

He drew back and drove forward again. She hung on to his shoulders. When he drove forward the next time, she arched to meet him. His cock dragged along her inner passage, sending thrilling sensations bursting inside her. She squeezed him and he thrust faster. Deeper. Harder.

“That is so … oh. So good.”

He thrust again, then swirled. She gasped. Deep. He swirled. She felt light-headed. Her nerve endings seemed to quiver with electricity. He drove harder. Faster. Tremors raced through her. Her heightened senses exploded in a surge of intense pleasure. Joy rushed through her and she clung to him, gasping in air, then wailing as a potent orgasm claimed her. Body and soul.

He exploded, groaning as he pumped inside her, intensifying her pleasure.

Finally, they both collapsed in complete and utter satisfaction.

As she snuggled against him, he stroked her cheek, holding her tight to his body with his other arm. Then he kissed her cheek gently.

She never wanted this moment to end. Held in this stranger’s arms, in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

She desperately wanted to take off this blindfold and find out which man it was.

But she wouldn’t. She’d promised. And she didn’t want to do anything to ruin this moment.

*   *   *

Sandra yawned as she trod down the hall toward the kitchen, tying her robe as she walked.

“Good morning.” Aimee, sitting at the dining table, smiled as she looked up from her book. “There’s coffee made.”

Sandra poured herself a cup and sat down beside Aimee, wondering if her friend would ask her about her adventure last night. But Aimee simply sipped her coffee, then put her book down and went to the sink to rinse out her mug.

“I thought I’d go for a swim again this morning. I figure you’d probably want to skip it today.”

“Oh, why do you think that?”

Did Aimee think she still regretted yesterday morning’s playing? After making wild and passionate love with James—or Craig—last night, she’d totally shed her qualms about yesterday morning. She felt more adventuresome. More accepting of her sexual self.

Aimee smiled. “Well, I’m not asking about last night, but…” She walked across the kitchen and picked up something from the counter.

A long-stemmed yellow rose, just like the one sitting in the bud vase by her bed right now—given to her by her fantasy man.

“This was waiting outside the door this morning.” Aimee handed her the rose, which was wrapped in clear cellophane and tied with a yellow satin ribbon. It even had a little water reservoir on the bottom of the stem to keep it fresh.

“Ohhh. It’s beautiful.” Sandra’s face broke into a broad smile as she took the flower and sniffed the lovely fragrance.

“Hmm. I’d say things went really,
really
well last night.” Aimee grinned. “But I’m not asking.”

“That’s good. Because I’m not telling.”

Aimee laughed heartily. “You’ve got to be kidding. Your face is telling everything.” She turned and sashayed toward the hallway. “By the way, don’t forget to read the note.”

Sandra hadn’t noticed the small pastel yellow envelope attached to the ribbon. She drew out the card. White with a fancy little heart in the top corner.

Time for item eight? Use the shower outside and I’ll admire you from afar.

Fantasy Stranger

Her gaze darted from the card to the list still attached to the front of the fridge. She couldn’t read it from here, but she could tell by the shape and length of the words what number eight was. Exhibitionism. That was one Aimee had added, and she’d done a fine job of it herself yesterday.

Aimee returned with a towel and headed toward the door. “I’ll be gone for an hour or so.”

“Um, Aimee?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“The shower you told me about … the one outside?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it usable?”

“Of course. Just be careful of the temperature. My sister sets the hot water heater at max, so you could scald yourself if you’re not careful.”

“Hot? I thought it would just be hose water.”

“Are you kidding? When my parents built this place, they knew my sister and I would track sand in from the beach, so Dad decided to put the shower outside. He also knew there was no way we’d use it if it was cold. We loved it. We could take a shower with our bathing suits on.” She grinned. “But don’t worry, there’s a shower curtain you can pull around for privacy.”