Consumed by a Stranger (Craved Series #4) (7 page)

His
whole demeanor changed when he talked about medicine. 

I
mean, I didn't have a great track record for reading people or anything but it
seemed pretty obvious to me that he missed being a doctor… almost to the point that
it was a sore subject to mention that he wasn't currently doing it. 

Naturally,
I wondered if his Mom getting sick was part of the reason he was so good with
women. After all, there was something different about the way he was with me
that made him stand out from the other guys I'd dated in the past. 

I
guess the best way to describe it would be to say that he seemed very aware of
me. Like I never got the feeling that he wasn't paying attention or that I had
to repeat myself to be heard.

And
it felt good to be shown that kind of respect without having to earn it or beg
for it. It was just freely given- his attentiveness, his consideration.

Maybe
it was only because things were so new between us. Surely we were both on our
best behavior. I certainly was. 

Of
course, the longer we stayed together, the more likely it was that he would regress
to the beer drinking, self-scratching mode that seemed prewired in most men.
And once he knew I was his, I doubt he would try so hard to make me feel like
the most beautiful woman in the world with every other sentence. 

But
maybe that was okay. Maybe relationships were supposed to progress that way. I
was no expert.

Besides,
the thought of having that level of familiarity with Jack wasn't off putting. I
liked the idea of sharing a space with him, of running into him at home, of
being able to laugh and talk with him every day. 

In
fact, the more I thought about it, the more I hated thinking about not having
that. However, chances were our relationship would run its course and he would
lose interest in me.

But
the thought of that- or the thought that he might become interested in someone
else- filled me with a sense of panic that was completely inappropriate
considering how little time we’d spent together up to that point.

Though
how could I not crave more opportunities to have his arms around me now that I
knew what it was like?

They
were strong and muscular and being surrounded by them felt like the safest thing
in the world. I felt small there. In a good way. Like nothing could touch me,
like I didn't have to worry about a thing. 

And
I got the same feeling again when he stood behind me on the Space Needle's
viewing deck while we looked past the safety bars at the city below.

With
his head over my shoulder, I leaned into his chest, closing my eyes for a
second in the cool breeze so I could savor the feeling of having him wrapped
around me.

"It's
beautiful, isn't it?" he asked. 

"Yeah,"
I said, opening my eyes and taking a deep breath. "It's a good city."

"I
have to admit this view is a bit special. I'd even go so far as to say it's
better than the one from the top of Jin's place."

I
smiled at the memory of the first time we had sex. I could still remember the
way it felt to see him over me, wanting me. I could remember the lust in his
eyes being as intense as the fire in my belly, the way he literally filled me
up so much I felt a completeness I’d only ever known with him.

"If
I remember correctly," I said. "There were some pretty good sights to
be seen that night."

He
laughed. "I wish I could show you the video sometime."

"What?!"
I spun around so fast I almost lost my balance, though I could never have fallen
with the way his arms were locked around me. "What video?"

"The
video I have in my mind of how you looked that night."

"In
your mind?"

"Yeah."

"So
you were just deliberately trying to get a rise out of me?"

He
smiled and looked over his shoulder but there was no one else around. "My
favorite part is the close up shot of the way your lips fall apart when I push
inside you."

"Is
that so?" I said, cocking my head at him. 

"Yeah,"
he said. "I watch that part over and over."

I
pursed my lips and wondered how many times he'd thought of them since we met. "What
other parts do you like to watch?" I asked, dropping my voice to a
whisper.

"I
like the look in your eyes when I whip it out."

I
laughed. 

"I
like the fact that you want it just as bad as I want you."

I
smiled. "It's encouraging, is it?"

"More
like incredibly hot."

I
swallowed. Being with Jack in that way was a whole new experience for my mind
and body. 

With
guys in the past, I felt like some kind of means to an end, like the fact that
I had all the right parts made me convenient while the fact that my head was
attached to my body was just a coincidence. 

But
with Jack, it felt like I always wanted it to feel, like no part of my body was
neglected when it was in his capable hands. He seemed equally excited about
every single inch of my flesh. Okay, maybe not equally, but close. 

The
other thing that made sleeping with him different was that he actually seemed
interested in my pleasure.

In
the past, the overriding feeling I had when men were fucking me was that when
it came to getting mine, I was on my own. They never seemed to have the
time, the patience, or the stamina for me to have an orgasm.

And
I realize that I'm the dumbass who kept sleeping with them, but I think that’s
only because I actually started to believe that sex was supposed to be a lonely
experience. 

The
worst was afterwards when I would lie in bed knowing something wasn't right,
feeling alone and naked even when there was a man beside me. It wasn't a
positive feeling at all, and it certainly didn't do any favors for my self-esteem. 

Of
course, on some level I suspected that it wasn't meant to be like that. When I
was growing up, adults always insisted that sex was meant to bring people
together and foster intimacy, not generate feelings of disappointment and
isolation. 

But
what could I do?

I
didn't know how to have sex any other way, and I didn't know how I was supposed
to find a sexual partner that I could have fulfilling sex with without trying a
few of them on for size. 

Unfortunately,
in recent years, every man had been more disappointing than the last, and I was
starting to think I would just have to accept average sex as some kind of curse.
Like I was being punished for something I did in a past life. 

But
sex with Jack had blown that theory out of the water. I wasn't being punished.
I was just fucking boys instead of men.

And
now that I’d been with a real man, not only had I discovered that men could be
effective multi-taskers, but I learned that sex didn’t always have to be
followed by quiet desperation.

On
the contrary, sleeping with Jack made me feel more whole and relaxed than
anything else I'd ever tried. 

I
rested my hand in the middle of his chest and looked at it for a second before
sliding it up to meet my other hand behind his neck. 

"What?"
he asked, looking down at me as little creases sprang up around his eyes. 

I
raised my eyebrows. "You want to go check out the view from my
place?"

He
smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."

I
could barely concentrate on the road as I made my way back to Audrey's place.
Between the thought of what was coming and her hands around my waist, I was
absolutely driven to distraction. 

I
also noticed that her hands were more relaxed around me than the first time she
rode with me, as if she was getting accustomed to being my pillion. And I could
feel my chest swelling with the satisfaction of knowing she was more comfortable
with me than ever. 

Maybe
she was falling for me after all. 

Or
at least ready to trust me again after the incident in Thailand. 

The
tension between us on the way up to her floor was tangible, and I knew once I
put my hands on her, there would be no stopping me. 

"Thanks
again for a lovely dinner, Jack," she said, keeping her distance on the
other side of the elevator.

"Thanks
for being such good company," I said, admiring the way her black pants
hugged her curves. 

"Oh
you haven't seen anything yet."

I
smiled at the mischief in her eyes, feeling just as backed up as when I saw her
earlier. 

She
took her time making her way down the hallway. 

"Hurry
up," I said. "I'm in a rush."

"For
what?"

"You
know for what," I said, smacking her ass and thinking it must’ve been the
stuff of renaissance painter’s wet dreams.

She
stepped inside and moved to close the door behind me, but I beat her to it,
swinging it shut with my foot as I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled
her to me. 

Her
lips fell against mine like she'd been finding them for years, and as she
dragged the tip of her tongue along the roof of my mouth, I felt myself growing
against her, my jealous dick straining in my pants. 

"Tell
me," she breathed, sliding a cupped hand over my cock as if she could
sense its eagerness. "Do you have a video of my lips around your dick from
the morning after the massage?"

I
furrowed my brow at her. "I thought I did, but I must have recorded some
football over it by accident."

She
raised her eyebrows. "Maybe we should make another one then," she
said, sinking her fingers into the bulge between us.

"Would
you like me to be the director?" I asked. 

Without
releasing me from her grip, she took a step back and shook her head.
"No," she said. "I don't think you'll be able to think clearly
enough for that."

I
clenched my jaw. 

"And
I don't think you'll have enough blood in your brain to do any acting either
once I get started. So why don't you leave the thinking to me and just make
yourself comfortable."

I
was almost too anxious to speak. "Where?"

She
cocked her head towards the door to her right, and I pushed it open. I could've
been seventeen again for how excited I was to be in her bedroom for the first
time. 

"Lay
down," she said. "On the bed."

I
did as she said, propping myself up on my elbows as I kicked my shoes off,
knocking them to the floor.

Her
eyes were on mine as I unzipped my pants, and she watched intently as I wriggled
out of them, pulling my boxers down at the same time. 

As
soon as my dick was visibly throbbing between us, she licked her lips and stepped
between my knees, making a come hither gesture with her finger.

I
sat up and she set her fingers on the top button of my shirt, keeping her eyes
on mine the whole time.

My
dick ached from the pain of being ignored. 

I
tried to be patient while her delicate fingers unbuttoned my shirt, but it felt
like getting undressed had never taken so long.

When
she finally reached the bottom button, she pushed my shirt open and off my
shoulders. "You look good enough to eat," she said, running her
hands down my chest. 

"Prove
it," I said.

She
smiled and pulled her sweater off over her head, revealing a black lace bra
that her hard nipples showed through. 

"Thank
god I didn't know you were wearing that under there or we never would've made
it to dinner."

"You
like it?" she asked, looking down past the necklace I gave her at her
perfect tits. 

"Liking
it doesn't come close."

"You'll
probably like the matching panties then," she said, unzipping her pants.

As
she bent over to pull them down, I watched her breasts hang in front of me in
their lacy hammocks and wished she would dangle them in my mouth one by
one. 

In
fact, if she didn't hurry up with her seduction, I was going to suck them until
they were raw whether she liked it or not. 

"Well,"
she asked, giving a little spin. 

The
back of her matching lace thong framed each butt cheek flawlessly. "Forget
graphic design," I said. "Your body's wasted behind a desk."

She
blushed. "Scoot back."

I
glanced at the full length mirror behind her, my eyes following the shape of
her legs up to her round ass and over the dip in her lower back to her thin
waist.

I
didn't know what it was like to win the lottery, but I doubted it was any more
exciting than the way it felt to know such a gorgeous woman was about to take
me between her wet lips.

She
climbed between my legs onto her knees and put her hands on my thighs, sliding
them up towards my dick. 

I
swallowed as she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, bracing myself
for the pressure that was coming.

Instead,
she moved my cock out of the way and bent over at the waist.

My
eyes closed automatically when I felt her tongue on my balls. And when she used
her other hand to suck one into her mouth, I groaned, feeling the heat rising
inside me as her tongue drew swirls against my most sensitive skin. 

I
wanted to reach down and feel her tits as she sucked me. But when she moved to
the other ball and moaned, the vibrations made me powerless to do anything but
sink my fingers into her bed.

Suddenly,
she tightened her grip on my dick and began pumping my shaft slowly without releasing
my balls from her mouth. The combination of sensations was almost more than I
could handle.

Finally,
she squeezed my balls from her mouth with pursed lips and began flicking her
tongue against the head of my dick.

I
opened my eyes just in time to watch her wrap her lips around me.

And
in that moment, I prayed that if I ever got amnesia and only remembered one
thing, it would be the way she looked at me then, as she slid her mouth down my
cock.