Chapter Five
Summer
I almost told him no.
Almost begged him to take me back to the bar and leave me be. I was tempted to tell him to forget this entire thing.
But his words changed everything for me in an instant.
“Just for tonight. Just this one time.”
I instead allow him to drag me out into the night, into the darkness where he could kidnap or kill me, but he surprises me when he does neither. He instead drags me a few feet away from the door and presses me against the wall.
The mystery of the stranger before me adds to the allure and fuels my fire to keep on going.
I almost want to ask his name when his eyes bore down into mine, but knowing might ruin this moment for me.
A name makes this all the more real, and I want to stay here in this fantasy. Pretend that I’m dreaming and not doing the most reckless thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.
I need the fantasy for once.
I crave it more than my next breath.
I wait with bated breath, watching him look around to make sure we are alone.
When he turns back to face me, that’s the moment I expect him to cover my mouth with his hand and order me not to make a sound or take a knife out and stab me to death with it.
But I keep waiting because he doesn’t do it.
“Are you ready?” I blink back up at him, momentarily struck into silence. I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that. I was expecting him to just rip my dress down my body and take whatever he wanted from me.
I start to shake my head, suddenly unsure of myself and what I’m doing out here. The girl inside the club fueled by alcohol and the music inside is self-conscious out here, standing before a stranger, ready to go home and cry the night away after failing this. I know I’ll fail at this, I pretend on most days, and I’m not this girl that’s out here with this sexy stranger.
“Just let everything go,” he says, pressing his center into me so I can feel his hard cock through his jeans, the denim of his pants, rubbing my upper thighs in just the right away.
His hands reach for my body and travel up the sides of my body leisurely his movements in slow motion, almost like he’s scared he’s going to chase me away if he takes this too fast. He’s probably doing the right thing, if he were taking this too quickly, I’d run the other direction and never look back.
The moment his fingers travel up past my belly and flick my nipple rings that is the moment I know I’m going to agree to whatever he wants. Even if he asks me to strip naked out here, I’m going to do it.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He brings himself flush against me, his nose nuzzling the side of my face. I hold my breath when he reaches my ear, his hot breath warm on my chilled skin.
“What was that?” his whispers sensually into my ear, “I’m not sure I heard you quite right.”
“Yes,” I tell him, clearing my throat, trying to find my voice. There’s something about his voice that arouses me, his voice promises a hard and fast fuck. He’s just what I need to forget about all of my problems, he’s going to help me be someone else for once in my life, help me forget all the bad things I’ve done.
He grunts his approval. He backs away slowly, and my eyes follow him, thinking he’s going to step away from me and let me go. When he’s far enough away, I take a step away from the wall, only to have my breath caught in my throat once more when he slams me back into the wall. All the air leaves my lungs in one swift movement.
“Where do you think you’re going? You’re mine now,” he growls in my ear.
I should be scared, I should be screaming, and beg for help, not be pulling him closer to my body. Confusion fills me as my body lights on fire, my body suddenly no longer chilled by the cold air. I want him to touch me, I want him to be rough with me. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I find myself tugging at the front of his black shirt, trying to get myself as close to him as I can. He comes willingly and my mouth parts silently in invitation, and the next thing I know, the stranger his wrapping his hands around my back and squeezing my ass between his palms roughly, his tongue coming out to lick the seam of my lips. He tastes like peppermint candies, and I moan in protest when he retreats from me once more, my mouth chasing his. He grinds his lower half into mine once, allowing me to feel his growing cock. He grinds against me a few times more times, my moans becoming louder with the promise of the pleasure that is sure to come shortly.
He teases me a few more times with his mouth, lightly kissing me on the lips. I’m not having it anymore, I catch him off-guard when I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He’s quick to recover, wrapping his hands back around my waist and pressing my back firmly into the wall as he devours my mouth. His lips sensually dominate mine me his tongue rubbing against mine, his arms tightening around me. I want more, I don’t want it to stop, but just as soon as he’s kissing me, he’s pulling away from me and setting me down on the ground.
I start to protest, but just as quickly as he sets me down, he’s back pressed against me and his mouth is back on my body, trailing kisses down my neck and his hands are lowering the top of my dress. I help him, removing my hands from the sleeves, not caring that my top half is now exposed outside in the night, the darkness of the night helps to alleviate my modesty, and for the first time in years, I feel sexy.
He wastes no time once my dress is out of his way and licks around one of my areolas, careful not to touch the most sensitive part of me that is begging to be touched right now. I haven’t had a man touch me there, ever. This man will be the first, and the anticipation is killing me on the inside. I long to reach forward and yank his head where I want him, but he’s in control of this situation. So instead, I wrap my fingers in his hair and throw my head back, forcing my breasts closer to him.
His chuckle takes me by surprise, and finally, after all the sweat torture, he flicks his tongue over my sensitive nipples. My knees buckle beneath me, and he catches me with a hand around my waist and pulls me back up, so I’m pressed securely against the wall.
He goes to town after that, laving my nipples over and over again until my shouts fill the night sky. I could care less right now if we have an audience, just as long as he continues what he’s doing right now. I don’t want it to stop, the wetness between my legs is growing, and my pussy is throbbing for relief.
This man must know what he’s doing, because the next thing I know, he’s bringing his free hand between my legs and testing my body for wetness. I can feel my face heating in embarrassment when he feels how wet I am for him, but when he releases me and looks up into my eyes, I can tell this pleases him. He stands back to his full height and brings his searching fingers between my legs, and I gasp when he rips my panties from my body, bringing them up for me to see before he throws them down onto the pavement beside us.
I watch the movement and think about picking them up, but he chooses that moment to insert two fingers into my body, and I’m forced to cling to him for support. My arms wrap around his shoulders, and I bury my head into his neck and bite into it to prevent myself from screaming. It has been so long since I’ve had a man touch me this way, and I’ve missed this. I miss it so much that I find myself shamelessly grinding against his hand, the only sound out here in the night, the sound of his fingers repeatedly entering me over and over again. The sound of my wetness deafening in the silence of the night.
“God yes,” I whimper into his ear.
“Don’t you dare cum,” he orders, slowing his movements and his mouth comes crashing down onto mine the second he removes his fingers, my body immediately missing the warmth of him inside of me. I want more, I need more.
His mouth leaves mine, and he pushes my dress up towards my stomach, leaving me almost completely bare out here in the night.
He steps away from me, and I find myself grabbing and tweaking my nipples while I wait for his next move. He fumbles around in the darkness, searching for a condom and once he finds what he’s searching for, he quickly unzips his pants and pushes them down around his waist, just enough for his massive cock to spring free of its confines.
I long to reach forward and take him into my hands and squeeze him. I want to feel the silky smooth skin there and lower myself to my knees to taste him, but he doesn’t allow me the time. He quickly rips the condom open with his teeth, -sexy- and seethes himself inside the condom, killing my fantasy almost immediately.
He stalks towards me seconds later and forces me to turn so I’m facing away from him and he grabs my arms and forces my hands to the wall before me.
“Keep them there like that and don’t you dare move. Maybe if you behave, I’ll let you suck my cock next time, I know you are dying to taste it.”
I only moan in response. I don’t know how he knows what I want, but he does. The thought of being able to taste him next time excites me, and I find myself wiggling my hips in his direction invitingly.
Slap.
The slap to my ass catches me more off guard than anything else. It didn’t hurt, but he did surprise me, and the gasp he elicits from me is one hundred percent real and makes me long to feel his cock all the more.
“Do you like that?” he asks, slapping me again.
“Yes,” I moan, pushing my hips further out and opening my legs wider. My heels making me just the right height for him. He’s incredibly tall when he positions himself behind me, towering over me like a dark shadow would their pray right before they strike.
Oh, he’s going to strike all right, and I long for it. I hold my breath anticipating it. But no amount of waiting will prepare me for the moment he slams home.
There’s nothing gentle about the way he fucks, he enters me all the way in one swift movement, and the pain that rips up my spin is just as delicious as it is painful.
“Breath sweetness, take a deep breath,” he encourages, halting his movements.
I take in a gulp of air, enjoying the coolness as it burns the back of my throat. God, I didn’t even realize how hard I’ve been holding my breath and clenching tightly around him.
“Good girl,” he praises, rubbing his hand slowly up and down my spine.
Without warning he pulls all the way out and slams all the way back in again, giving me little time to recover before he rams into me repeatedly. A couple times, my head almost bangs into the wall. I’m forced to push back against him, so I don’t slam into it when he quickens his pace.
He must get the message because just as soon as he started, he stops fucking me and forces my body into a standing position, so I’m flush against his front. He adjusts his stance, widening his legs, and wrapping one arm around my stomach and the other across my breasts, one hand tweaking my nipple while he rotates his hips.
I moan in response, loving the way his cock rubs against my cervix the further he enters me. I join him, rotating my hips along with him and soon it’s almost like we are dancing. I’m enjoying this, but it’s not enough for me, I need more. I want more.
I push his hand away from me, forcing him to release me and he stands there in confusion when I force him out of my body and turn to face him. He smiles at me knowingly when I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes us against the wall, trapping me between the wall and his body as he takes over. Over and over he pounds into me, the moans escaping me growing louder and louder in volume until with a shout I cum, my entire body shaking with pleasure. Seconds later he follows behind me, his legs shaking with the force of his cum entering the condom between us.
He stands there for several seconds, his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closed as he recovers.
All too soon, he’s setting me down and pulling away from me. He turns away and tosses the condom into the large trash bin near us and zips himself back up. I fix my dress the best I can, trying to ignore the wetness between my thighs as I try to make myself presentable once more. No doubt my friends are going to know I was out here fucking somebody. I probably look satisfied and well used right now. I stand there awkwardly waiting when he continues to stand facing away from me. He seems to be at war with himself. He finally turns back to face me and stalks towards me.
My back hits the wall seconds before he reaches me and he presses his body into mine, his center grinding into mine when he wraps his arms around my waist.
“I’d like to see you again,” he says after a few seconds.
“When?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“Next week sometime, I’m not sure when, but I’ll come find you. Maybe next Saturday,” he plants a kiss on my lips, releasing me and leaving me missing his warmth. He bends down and picks up my destroyed panties and stuffs them into the front pocket of his jeans.
“Wait!” I shout at him right when he reaches the back door of the club. He reluctantly turns back to face me, almost like he doesn’t want to stop. “What’s your name?”
“My name isn’t important,” is all he says. The door slams shut behind him and I’m left standing out in the darkness trying to figure out what the fuck I just did.
I stand there frozen in place for several minutes trying to process everything that just happened. I let a complete stranger fuck me out here in the darkness, outside a nightclub, and he wants to do it again next week. The crazy thing is I’m actually entertaining the idea of allowing that to happen.
Crazy, right?
The sad thing is for a week after that, I come every night looking for him and not once do I find him.