Kim

We rode his bike back to my car, and once we got there, my only instructions to him were to follow me, but park down the street once we get to my house. And it was a long drive with him following just behind, almost long enough to change my mind and call this whole thing off.

Because I'm not the kind of woman who brings guys home after two quasi-dates. Nor am I someone who lets her primal, base desires dictate her actions. But he's woken that woman inside me, brought her up from some depths I didn't know existed and there's no fighting it now.

I want him in my bed.

I want him to show me if the animal passion I'm anticipating from him is possible.

Tonight I don't want to be the woman I've always been. I want to be someone else. Someone who doesn't waste her life away thinking about what the right thing to do is and just does what she wants. I want to be someone who does all those things I've never done.

I park my car in the driveway, but wait for him in the street. Our house is dark. Russell had another business dinner tonight and Mom most likely already took her sleeping pill and went to bed early. She's been getting better this week, had no panic attacks, so I'm hopeful the one a week ago was just from the residual shock of that death threat Russell got at dinner. But I'm not gonna think about any of that tonight. This is my night.

Except for the faint yellow lights, the street is dark and all the houses on it are moved well back from the sidewalk. None of the neighbors will see I brought a guy home. Not that it matters to me personally, but this is a small ass town, Russell is running for Sheriff, and I'm something of a novelty around here. The prodigal daughter returning. Tongues will wag.

"Are we hiding?" Tank asks as I motion for him to follow me down the driveway to the garage.

I don't know how to answer, so I don't. If I say yes, he'll be offended, and if I say no he'll know I'm lying.

He wraps his arms around my waist while I'm searching for my keys in the darkness in front of my door.

"You're too uptight, Kim," he whispers in my ear, his closeness, his strong arms around me making the hair on the back of my neck stand up in anticipation. That's at total odds with the annoyance I feel at his words. Who the hell is he to call me uptight? He doesn't even know me.

But I can't deny that he's also completely right.

All that becomes less than a wisp of a memory as his lips brush the soft skin of my neck.

Somehow I manage to unlock the door with my shaking hands. But as soon as we're inside he turns me around, pushes me against the wall and kisses me with a passion I've never even come close to experiencing in real life. Hell, his kiss is more passionate than any I've ever imagined. I could just kiss him back like this for hours and wouldn't even need anything else. But he has different ideas.

He tugs my t-shirt up over my head, his hands cool against my burning skin as he runs them down my sides and back up to grip my breasts in his powerful palms, his tongue doing things in my mouth—making me feel things—I didn’t think were possible. He’s a stranger, yet I feel like I’ve known him well my whole life.

"Where do you want me?" he asks hoarsely, right before his lips find a new home on my neck, making me moan and forget what he asked.

"So?" he says, and I remember, grip his palm and take him across the tiny living room to the steps that lead upstairs to the bedroom. The only light in the room is cast by my laptop screen, which for some reason didn't go to sleep after I left this afternoon.

But that's the last thing I'm worried about as he tugs me back to him, his hands once again groping my breasts and my ass. He tugs at the button of my jeans, and I help, peel them off, don't even mind that he's turned on the overhead light in the meantime, since his gaze is caressing me like the calmest ocean waves, and I feel very beautiful. Very seen. I smile at him, and twirl towards the bed, my hair falling over my face as I take all of him in too.

He moves with a speed I didn't think he was capable of, and I shriek as he picks me up, giggle as he tosses me down on my bed. I've never been manhandled before, never been with a guy who even tried. It's already a refreshing change to every other sexual encounter I've ever had. It also makes me lightheaded all on its own. And his kisses are making it worse.

They start at my lips, but only linger for a moment before moving down to my neck, the center of my chest, the mounds of my breasts, my nipples, my heaving stomach. I actually bite my lower lips because the anticipation of where the kisses are heading is so tantalizingly, so unbearably painful. But he grins at me and doesn't kiss my pussy.

Instead he rips my bra off, not caring that it cost more than I could afford back when I bought it. And I don't care about it either as his lips find my nipple, suckling, kissing, biting down just hard enough to keep me skirting the edge of pain. I'm writhing on the bed, thoughts of escape firing off in my brain, because this pleasure is too intense and way more searing than anything I've ever felt before. It burns right through me, leaving hot ash behind.

He's not letting me come down from one height of intense sensation before firing off another. My body's not used to this. I'm used to thinking, analyzing, imagining and daydreaming. I'm not used to feeling. But he already has my whole body vibrating with need, desire, passion, and he hasn't even touched my pussy yet.

He fixes that the next second, as his hand slips under my panties and his lips find mine, his tongue forcing its way in with no pause, his fingers doing the same to my pussy. I gasp as he pushes two fingers into me as relentlessly as his tongue just invaded my mouth. But the shock fades to pure, raging pleasure as he starts working them in faster and faster, pushing me down as I try to slip away from the intense, fiery sensations burning through me hotter and fiercer with every quick jab of his fingers.

I yell out as the orgasm floods me, roar more like, because I've never been brought so high, never felt pleasure this searing, never had it explode deep inside me into this raging river of heat that’s filling me now. And we're only just getting started.

"Slow and hard, you said?" he asks, watching me try to get my breathing under control.

He undressed while I was recovering, and the overhead light is casting tantalizing shadows over his torso and his muscled arms. He looks like some beast in the form of a man from the deepest, most pleasure-filled depths of Hades, and he's here just for me.

But that intoxicating thought cracks as I take all of him in. He's built like a bull, and it's like that all over. I'm not sure I can take his fat cock, it looks wider than his fist from this angle.

"Slow for sure," I say, eyeing first his cock and then his eyes warily.

He laughs at that, then tugs at my panties. I move so he can slide them all the way off, moan as he kisses his way up my leg while spreading them apart.

"You want it and you'll take it," he observes with a knowing smirk on his face as he looks at me. But that isn't just the light of playful, passionate fun in his eyes anymore. A dark desire is growing just behind it, getting blacker the longer our eyes stay locked. That darkness swallows light, none is bright enough to break through it. And it makes fear coil around the desire pulsing in my belly, making it rage even stronger as it tries to win.

But he stays true to his word and enters me slowly, opening me inch by half-inch, until nothing but the feel of his massive girth inside me makes any sense. He's already too deep, too big, yet he pushes deeper still. My breath is perpetually caught in my throat, stuck there with my moans.

I'm sure I can't take any more when he pulls out just as slowly, almost all the way. The darkness in his eyes deepens, as he pushes back in, grows velvety like an overcast night sky. He does it again and again, until I no longer know how to breathe, his cock chasing all other sensation but the feel of it deep inside me out of my mind.

But he sure forces all the breath from my lungs as he suddenly jabs his cock in fast and hard instead of slow and easy like I was expecting. He stayed true to his word in that too, but that's a faint thought right at the edge of my awareness as he starts giving me his cock in slow, hard thrusts, the darkness in his eyes moving like cloth, like the slow, long waves on the ocean at midnight.

I can't think of anything but the pleasure he's coaxing from the very core of my being. It's already too intense as I inch closer and closer to an orgasm I know will make me scream. Yet at the same time, I've never been farther away from coming. And he knows that. It's written all over that knowing smirk on his face, which doesn't touch his eyes.

My sight grows blurry as he picks up the pace, his thrusts getting wilder, harder, deeper, faster still, and I come so hard that the whole room cracks like an eggshell right before my eyes. But he just keeps going, grips my wrists and pins my arms down against the mattress when I try to push him away, because my pussy can't take all of him and my mind can't take any more of this searing, destructive pleasure, which is so close to pain I can’t tell the difference.

"Just take it," he whispers hoarsely, his voice sounding more like a strong gust of wind than anything human. But I'm no good at taking commands and my body knows what it needs. It needs a break right now, because the cracked pieces of my vision haven't yet healed.

But the last of my fight leaves me as his wild, hard thrusts elicit a violent, fierce, soul-shaking orgasm from somewhere so deep within me I didn't know that depth existed. I feel myself scream, but I don't hear it.

And my cracked vision doesn't matter anymore either, because everything is bathed in a milky softness, and I want this pleasure to last and last and last.

* * *

"You came so hard," he observes when I open my eyes later. I'm wrapped in his arms under the covers, his hard cock pulsing gently against my thigh.

The light is off, but my computer screen still casts enough of it that I can see his face clearly, see the blue of his eyes, which doesn't quite mask the darkness moving just beneath it.

"I did," I admit, smiling softly because sparkles of the pleasure he gave me are still filling my blood.

"One more time, and then I have to go," he says, and before I can even form a thought in response, let alone say something, he's on top of me, guiding his cock into my pussy. I'm not ready. I can't take a pounding like that again, can’t come like that again. Yet I've always been ready, and I've never been readier.

As the slow waves of pleasure his cock is stirring inside me turn into raging waters of the stormy sea that heralds another mind-blowing orgasm, that's all I know. I still try to fight it once the building pleasure gets too intense, his thrusts too deep and too fierce. He lets me push back against his taut, rippled stomach this time. But my hands don't stop his thrusts at all, not even a little bit, and he’s making me see all the stars I've ever seen and then some. I have no hope of stopping the raging storm he actually is anyway.

So I might as well let it drench me, let it soak me, take me under, take me places I didn't imagine existed, give me pleasure I didn't think was possible. Didn't think was for me.

The moment I surrender, an orgasm blows through my mind and my body like a million rainbows being born at once, so bright I see nothing but white light as my breathing fails me again. I'm writhing to get away, because the tiny part of my mind that still works is terrified I'll never come down from this high, that the world will just stay bright light and rainbows from now until the end.

But it does end, and once my vision returns, he’s grinning down at me, his cock buried deep inside me, pulsing against my core.

"I'm gonna take off now," he tells me softly.

"Do you have to?" I ask without thinking it first.

He chuckles, his cock vibrating inside me and making me moan.

"All those people you didn't want to see me last night will be up soon."

"I don't care who sees you," I argue. "Stay."

"And I have a meeting in the morning," he concludes, brushing a strand of my hair off my face and kissing my lips softer than I thought him capable of.

Then he moves off me abruptly, pulling his cock out so fast I shriek.

He starts getting dressed by the foot of the bed, ending this night just as abruptly as he started it.

I sit up, don't even bother pulling the covers up over my nakedness. My annoyance at him just leaving is warring with the soft licks of pleasure still bursting into flames in my blood every once in a while, as I watch his strong, powerful body disappear beneath the clothes he's putting on.

"Is that it?" I hear myself ask. "You fuck me and we're done?"

"Hey, easy there," he says, checking the pockets of his jeans like he's making sure he's got everything. "I did wake you up before I left."

"You woke me up so you could fuck me one last time," I counter.

"One last time?" he asks indignantly. "I hope not. And you want more too, because you enjoyed every second, don't even try to deny it."

I was going to, just to spite him, but I truly can't.

"I'm gonna need your number," he says, pulling out his phone. I expected a hipster like him to have the latest iPhone, but it's an old flip phone, the kind I didn't even know they still sold.

"What makes you think I'll just give you my number?" I ask, because I really don't like getting fucked and then left alone before morning. It makes me feel cheap, and I already did a very cheap thing letting him come over last night.

"The same reason you want me to stay," he muses. "Besides I gotta text you that I got home alright. And make sure you can walk right later today. It's what any gentleman would do."

"And that's what you are? A gentleman?"

He shrugs. "So, what is it?"

I rattle it off and he types it in, dialing it right after. My phone rings downstairs in my purse, which I left by the door.

"Good," he mutters and flips his phone closed.

"Did you just check that I gave you the right number?" I ask.

He shrugs again. "Maybe I did. I can never be too sure with you redheads. You're all full of tricks."

"Are we now?" I say coyly. Maybe my next trick will be persuading him to stay.

"Yeah, you are," he says. "Now come over here and give me a kiss goodbye."

The nerve. And he's just standing there expecting me to obey him immediately. I cross my arms over my breasts and sit up rigid to show him what I think of that.

But the next moment I'm giggling as he pulls me up by my arms. Then even that gets lost in the kiss that could last me a year just on the passion it's filled with alone.

He slaps my ass before releasing me. "Now, you sleep well, Kim. And I'll see you soon."

"Hope soon's not another week," I say to his back once he's already opening the door.

He looks at me over his shoulder and grins. "Me too."

Then he leaves. I move to the window, watch him pause by the door to light a cigarette, then stride along the driveway, and out of sight down the street. And it makes no sense, but I miss him already.