Chased by a Stranger (Craved Series #3)

  Chased by a Stranger

  Hazel Kelly

  © 2015 Hazel Kelly

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  All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.

  “You know it seems the more we talk about it

  It only makes it worse to live without it”

  – The Beach Boys

  Chapter 1: Jack

  My eyes kept going to her ass.

  Knowing there was nothing between my hands and her body besides her hotel robe was almost keeping me from walking right.

  At one point, she looked over her shoulder, caught me looking, and smiled. And I couldn’t wait to give her more reasons to smile, especially since I didn’t know how many more chances I would get.

  When she pulled her key card out of her pocket and moved for the scanner on the door, I reached out and covered her hand.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

  She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and answered only by sliding the key in the door. Then she pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter first. The room was large and feminine with two enormous beds. It was definitely a good call coming to her place.

  And when I saw the vanity table with the large mirror straight across from the door, I got an idea.

  I turned around in time to see her dragging the little chain on the back of the door into the locked position.

  She was startled when she turned around. Perhaps she expected me to walk farther into the room, but I had no intention of leaving her side.

  I fixed my eyes on her.

  She swallowed. “I’m not going to beg you this time,” she said. “I’m going to let you beg me.”

  I laughed. I didn’t know what she was playing at. I reached out and grabbed the belt of her robe with one hand. “It doesn’t work like that,” I said, pulling her towards me. “I call the shots.”

  “And what do I do?”

  “You swallow them,” I said, untying her robe without taking my eyes of her.

  She pursed her lips.

  Her robe fell open, revealing a vertical strip of skin that ran from her collarbone to her pussy. Unable to help myself, I stuck my hand between her legs. She was hot and wet already. Which was perfect.

  Because what she didn’t know was that I intended to drink from her first.

  She inhaled sharply when my fingers found her opening, and I slid them along her slit, applying the subtlest pressure I could.

  “I have to have you again, Audrey. The taste of you-” I clenched my jaw and exhaled through my nose. “It’s fucking intoxicating.”

  “But it’s my turn to-”

  “Shhh,” I said, laying the fingers of my free hand across her lips.

  Her eyes searched mine as I slipped my hand out from between her legs and slid my hands around her waist on the inside of her robe, pulling her against me so she could feel how serious I was.

  She looked up at me and lifted a hand to my face, dragging her fingertips under my cheekbone.

  There was an innocence in her eyes that took me by surprise, a look of sincere trust that made me feel weak in the knees.

  I kissed her to make it stop. I didn’t want to feel too much for her. I wanted to keep my longings purely physical, and I wanted to believe this was only about sex for her.

  And if it wasn’t, I had to make it about sex so there wouldn’t be any casualties in terms of either of our feelings.

  Her lips were soft and responsive, and her mouth opened to me with the same willingness that had kept me awake the night before.

  I slipped my hands down around her ass and pressed my swollen cock against her belly so she could feel me throbbing for her. Then I took a step forward slowly, then another, stopping when her back was against the door.

  I leaned back and opened my eyes, sliding my hands back to her waist. Her expression was hazy with lust, and I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like after I drained every drop of energy from her.

  I bent my knees and sank down to the floor, keeping my face just inches away from the narrow strip of flesh revealed by her open robe. At the same time, I let my hands slide down over her hips as I tried to memorize the shape of her and the way she felt in my possession.

  Then I stuck my face in the warmth between her thighs and pressed my tongue against her sweet snatch.

  She whimpered, spreading her legs a little farther for me, and I began to roll my tongue against her clit. Each time I circled it, I felt her temperature rise, and I wondered if she was looking in the mirror across the room yet, if she was watching herself as I licked her.

  I hoped she was. The expression on her face when she felt pleasure was so beautiful. And if she’d never seen it before, I was pleased she would get to see it with me.

  She sank against my face ever so slightly, her legs giving way to the sensation of me lapping at her sweetness, which was dripping now like silky sap. I darted my tongue in her tightness and she responded, clenching around me so hard my dick strained against my shorts as adrenaline flooded my body.

  I scooped her out with my tongue, hungry for the flavor of her as she soaked my lips and encouraged me with the most delicate moans I’d ever heard.

  And then her hand clenched a tuft of my hair. “Jack,” she whispered. “Oh Jack- just like that- you’re gonna make me-”

  It took all the self-control I had to pull away.

  She looked down at me, her cheeks bright red. “What? What is it?”

  “You don’t come until I say so.”

  Her lips fell apart in protest as I licked mine and stood up to face her.

  She shook her head at me. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her. “Good.”

  “Strip,” she said, daring me with a lift of her chin.

  I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor.

  Her eyes fell to my shorts.

  I didn’t look away from her as I reached down to undo my belt. Then I unzipped my zipper slowly, stopping halfway so her eyes rose to meet mine.

  I smiled and continued until my zipper was all the way down. Then I pulled my shorts and boxers down and stepped out of them, kicking my sandals away with the side of my foot.

  “Now,” she said. “About my own thirst.”

  I smiled and grabbed one of her hands before stepping backwards towards the edge of the nearest bed.

  “That one,” she said, nodding towards the one closer to the window.

  I didn’t argue. I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. All the energy I had was buzzing in my cock where it was visibly aching between us, darkening with the pressure of how badly I wanted her.

  I stopped when the back of my calves hit the bed.

  Audrey lifted both hands and pushed my shoulders so I fell back on it.

  I looked up at her, admiring the focus in her face and the way her robe hung over her tits.

  “My turn to drive you crazy,” she said, sinking down to her knees.

  I wanted to feel her mouth on my dick so bad it was insane. And I wanted to see it to, to see what her fat lips looked like wrapped around my cock, to see her eyes widen as I swelled in her mouth.

  I wasn’t actually sure if she would be able to take me in. Most women gagged when they tried to suck me off, and I didn’t get this hard for most women.

  But I knew better than to question her. And even in the moment before she took me in her hands, I was already in heaven seeing a wom
an that beautiful so set on making me feel good.

  “You don’t seem very relaxed,” she said, pressing her open palm against the underside of my cock and wrapping her fingers around it.

  “I’m not.”

  She smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Let’s see if we can fix that,” she said, tightening her grip on my shaft.

  “Wait,” I said.

  “What?”

  I reached forward with both hands and pushed her robe off her shoulders.

  She released me for a second so she could let the sleeves fall off past her wrists.

  Then she looked up at me again, naked, gorgeous, and thirsty.

  Chapter 2: Audrey

  I was totally out of my element and loving every minute. And after how much Jack worked me up against the door, I was dying to try and make him feel as good as I did.

  It was like something snapped inside me when I saw my face in the mirror as he was going down on me. At that moment, I went from feeling slight trepidation at the thought of trying to top what happened between us last night to feeling more sexy and confident than I ever had before.

  And I realized I deserved this. I deserved to have amazing sex with this charming stranger, especially after the way my luck had been going lately.

  I tucked the bottom of my robe under my knees and looked up at Jack. He was watching me like I was the most fascinating creature on the planet and his attention filled me with fire.

  I tried to put the intimidating size of his dick to the back of my mind and took a deep breath. If I was ever going to give a blowjob that was inspired, I hoped it would be now.

  I took his dick in both hands and began stroking his shaft gently enough to tease him, but firm enough to torture him. After all, he deserved it after the way he’d played me with his tongue. What I hadn’t anticipated, though, was how much it would torment me to have him so close to my mouth and not taste him.

  He leaned back on straight arms and his lips formed a little circle as he furrowed his brow.

  I applied more pressure and watched as his abs tightened all the way down both sides of his torso like two parallel zippers, his body growing tenser. It filled me with excitement to know that I was responsible, that I had the power to release his tension.

  I looked up at him as I lifted his dick and licked all the way from the line between his balls to the tip. Then I wrapped my lips around him and flicked my tongue around his head.

  A low growl escaped his throat.

  I built up some spit in my mouth and sank down on him slowly, closing my eyes so I could remember the feel of him. When he hit the back of my throat I tightened one hand around the base of his dick and pumped him faster, letting him hit the back of my throat as I dripped on the robe between my ankles.

  I reached for his balls and he moaned as I fondled them with my fingertips, my nails catching against his most delicate skin.

  “Audrey,” he groaned, swelling in my mouth.

  The feel of him throbbing against the thin skin of my lips turned me on and I moaned, hoping the vibrations would travel right up his spine as I sped up.

  “I’m gonna come,” he said.

  The thought of stopping only crossed my mind for a split second before I realized there was nothing I wanted more than to drink him dry, to have him empty his tension into me, to taste the flavor of the sexiest man I’d ever sucked.

  And then a moment later it was happening.

  When he came at the back of my throat, I had to stop breathing to swallow the generous load. For a second I thought he would never stop coming, and the fact that I was the one that made him lose control that way filled me with a thirst for his salty sweetness that I feared I might never quench.

  I sucked hard to make sure I got every drop as I backed my mouth off him, but I kept stroking him gently with my hand because I wasn’t ready to let go.

  When I looked up, he was looking at me with a salacious grin and shaking his head.

  “What?”

  “I don’t know what I did to deserve that.”

  “I didn’t do it for you,” I said, wiping the sides of my mouth with my fingertips. “I did it for me.”

  He smiled like I’d made his day. “I want you on all fours,” he said, reaching down to help me up.

  Normally, I didn’t like that position because it made me feel vulnerable and I was self-conscious about the size of my considerable ass, but vulnerability with Jack had only ever served me well. Plus, he wasn’t asking, and I could tell he was eager to return the pleasure I’d just given him.

  I took his hand and crawled onto the bed.

  When I didn’t feel him behind me I felt nervous, like maybe I’d done the wrong thing. But when I looked over my shoulder, he had a pained expression on his face and was staring at me like there was a frame around my butt.

  “Ah-hem,” I coughed, wondering what the holdup was.

  “You have the sexiest fucking ass I’ve ever seen,” he said, stroking his dick in his hands.

  I didn’t really think a polite thank you was warranted.

  “I could stare at it all day.”

  “No, you can’t,” I said. “You better do something with it or it’s going to disappear.”

  He laughed. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  He knelt on the bed behind my raised ass, causing my own knees to sink into the mattress. Then I felt each of his hands grab one of my butt cheeks with the same enthusiasm I’d expect from someone stealing heaps of gold from Aladdin’s cave.

  He was fucking teasing me again, and I didn’t appreciate it. And then there it was: the tip of his dick against my opening.

  I swallowed and braced myself.

  He wrapped his fingers around my hips and pulled me back against him, impaling me with his thick cock until he’d pushed the air from my lungs.

  Then he squeezed the cheeks of my ass together and pulled out of me slowly before changing direction again, every inch of him forcing me open as he slid through my wet center.

  Once he was buried inside me again, he reached forward and grabbed my tits, groping me and grinding his hips against my ass, churning my insides like he was trying to turn me into fucking butter.

  “How’s that feel?” he asked.

  “Too good,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

  He kept tossing my insides nice and slow with his dick, my hard nipples clamped between his fingers.

  And then he dropped one hand to my clit and started rubbing it in circles against the base of his cock.

  I moaned, losing all the feeling in my arms and legs as my insides burned so hot I thought I might melt. But I didn’t think I could get any wetter than I already was…

  Until I realized that I was about to.

  I tried to warn him, but nothing came out except a high pitched cry as I arched my back and lifted my face to the ceiling like a howling wolf.

  As soon as the warm spasm shook me, Jack grabbed my hips again and began fucking me hard and senseless, sending each wave of my orgasm smashing through me so it shattered to every corner of my body.

  And just when I thought the intensity of pleasure would kill me, he sped up his thrusting hips so his balls smacked my clit as he splashed against my center, pounding me into submission.

  And when he slammed inside me for the last time, my arms gave way and I fell forward, clenching around him and taking him with me.

  Chapter 3: Jack

  I could feel her throbbing around me as I crushed her against the bed.

  I knew I should move. I was too heavy to lay on her like this. But for just a moment, I was happy to have her pinned down right where I wanted her in a room that was empty except for the sound of our panting.

  I slid out of her, the cool air on my dick signaling me that I hadn’t been dreaming the whole thing- Audrey, her mouth, her tits in my hands. It was all as real as her taste on my lips.

  I rolled onto my side.

  She lifted her head and looked at me, her rosy cheeks smushed
against the bed.

  I pushed some of her matted hair out of her eyes. “Incredible,” I said, my eyes drifting from her feminine shoulders down to the dip above her ass. “You were incredible.”

  Audrey smiled like she’d been drinking all day in a warm bath. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  I propped my head up in one hand and laid the other across the small of her lower back.

  “The masseuse has got nothing on you anyway.”

  I laughed. “Glad to hear it,” I said. “I’d hate to be outdone by a little old lady.”

  “Hey, she’s tough competition.”

  “God I needed that,” I said.

  “Me too.”

  “You’re something else though,” I said. “You do something to me that-”

  “That what?” she asked, lifting herself up onto her elbows.

  “I don’t know,” I said, staring down the inviting cave formed by her upper arms and breasts against the bed. “Something good.”

  “I’m glad.”

  I wanted to tell her that no one had made me feel that good in a long time. I wanted to ask her if she felt like this was more than sex, to ask if I could keep her.

  But I didn’t want to spoil the moment by looking too far ahead or by making her feel like what she’d given me wasn’t enough. Because the truth was that I was grateful for every inch of herself that she shared with me, every moment. And the last thing I wanted to do was shatter the fantasy we’d created.

  “Excuse me for a moment,” she said, getting up from the other side of the bed.

  The shape of her body from her shoulders to her hips was so much like art I could imagine renaissance painters fighting over who she would sit for.

  And instead, she’d knelt for me. I was one lucky bastard.