Pink Shades of Words: Walk 2016 (7 page)

He was tall and lanky, but he wasn’t too thin. He had a fairly broad frame and large hands. His hair was a sandy color, too light to be brown, but not quite bright enough to be blond. It was cut around his ears, but the top was shaggy and the wind pulled at the messily arranged style. His jaw was stubbled and gruff, his eyes gray, and his cheekbones high.

He smelled like the woods: earthy, deep, and strong.

I tipped my chin back just a little, angling my face so I could look directly into his eyes. I felt his grip on my jacket tighten as he anticipated my response.

I shook my head slowly.

“I don’t want to talk,” he murmured.

“I don’t either,” I replied.

I should have been shocked by my behavior. Literally meeting a guy—a stranger—and agreeing to go home with him minutes after our introduction.

Technically, we hadn’t even been introduced.

I could ask him his name.

But I didn’t really care what it was. His name couldn’t tell me what my body already knew.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re judging me even as you read this. You’re thinking,
This girl is insane! What if he’s a murderer? What if he’s some kind of psycho who’s going to lock her in his basement?

But even though you’re thinking that, you still want me to go with him. You’re turned on by the possibilities of a mysterious stranger who has the power to make me tingle in three seconds flat. Admit this: if you were me right now in this moment, if you knew this guy would do nothing more to you than deliver the most insane pleasure of your entire twenty-four years, you would go with him.

He released my jacket and draped an arm across my shoulders, tucking me into his side. I walked along the sidewalk with him until he stopped beside a black roadster, some fancy two-seater sports car. A set of keys appeared in his hands, and the lights blinked once when he unlocked the doors. When he pulled open the door and looked at me, I climbed in without a second thought.

Several moments later, the car purred to life and slid away from the curb. I watched the city slip by as we drove quietly to wherever we were going.

No, I didn’t know him.

But I did know this: he couldn’t do anything worse to me than what had already been done.

He navigated through the cold city streets like he’d been driving here his entire life. He behaved as if he owned the road, and I found it sexy. It had been a while since I had sex. Actually, more than a while.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like sex. I just didn’t like many men or people in general. It was hard to have sex with someone when you couldn’t tolerate their presence.

I didn’t like this guy, but I didn’t
not
like him either. Maybe the fact I didn’t know him was a turn-on. It didn’t matter who he was or what he was like. Not tonight.

Tonight was just for pleasure.

It wasn’t long before the roadster slid into some sleek-looking parking garage. The headlights illuminated the pavement as he drove up to the next level and slid into a conveniently empty spot.

I reached for the door handle, and his palm settled over my thigh. I was wearing a skirt, so we were skin to skin. My pulse sped and heat pooled in my panties. The way he looked at me, like he was hungry and I was the personification of the perfect bite, made me slightly lightheaded.

“Stay,” he ordered and exited the car.

Normally, I wouldn’t have obeyed, but something about this man begged obedience. It was exciting to not know what he might tell me to do next.

The passenger door opened, and his hand appeared. I draped mine in his palm and allowed him to help me out. The door shut quietly behind me, and he guided us through the garage like he had back at the bar.

In the elevator, we were alone. The floor was red and the walls were inky black. The doors shone gold, glossy enough to make out our reflection. I stood in the center, waiting patiently—but feeling anything but—for us to arrive at whatever floor we were going to. A few moments into the ride, his hand shot out and pressed the emergency stop button.

The car jerked to a stop, and I glanced at him, wondering why he would do such a thing.

“I’m tired of waiting,” he growled and closed the distance between us.

Our bodies collided, and he bulldozed me backward until my back came up against the wall. One of his hands slipped between my jacket and my top to palm the side of my waist. I lifted my chin to look up, allowing the dark strands of hair to fall away from my face.

I could hear the sound of my heart beating when he crushed his lips to mine, and then all sound faded away into blissful nothing. His tongue tasted like liquor, something deep and rich. I found myself rubbing my tongue against his vehemently for just another sip of the flavor.

His kiss could only be described as precise, as if he knew exactly where to go to make me slip deeper and deeper into his web. The assault on my mouth was nothing short of overwhelming, and I moaned into his mouth as our tongues twisted together. I reached up to take thick handfuls of his jacket and hold him closer.

He deepened the kiss, kissing me so thoroughly I was starting to wonder if I
was
his prey.

Just as soon as he shoved me against the wall, he was gone, and the elevator was moving. He didn’t look at me again, though I stared at him.

My breasts were already aching and the apex of my legs was throbbing in a way I hadn’t felt in so long it gave me pause.

This man could be dangerous for me. He could be lethal.

The elevator slid to a stop, and the shiny doors opened. We stepped into his apartment, not a hallway. Everything here was contemporary and clean in a muted color palette of earth tones. It was a large apartment, but I didn’t pay much attention to the way it was decorated or even laid out. My eyes went right to the wall of open windows that overlooked the lit-up city. The view was incredible. It made me feel like I was standing against a black backdrop full of glistening diamonds.

He left all the lights off but one small lamp far on the other side of the room. In the reflection of the windows, I saw his figure moving toward me. I liked how me moved.

Slow, unhurried, but with purpose.

It was almost like he knew he didn’t have to rush because I was already ensnared. I was already a sure thing.

I turned from the glass, giving him my undivided attention. The attraction between us was undeniable, as if we were two sparks that together would create a wild flame.

“Take your shirt off,” he said, not really a demand, but not really a question.

I peeled of my jacket and dropped it on the floor. Next, I slid my shirt over my head to reveal a white lace bra. Turning so my back was to him, I slowly reached around to unhook the clasp. It fell down my arms, and I tossed it away.

I glanced over my shoulder, peeking around the curtain of hair. He held up one finger and motioned for me to turn. I pivoted slowly until I was facing him.

My nipples were already rock hard, so tight they actually hurt. The way he stared made me want to touch myself and pinch my nipples for added pleasure.

Just like in the elevator, he moved fast, appearing in front of me and grabbing my breasts. They filled his hands when he kneaded them. My head fell back, and I arched into him, enjoyed the way he plucked at the hard buds, causing electric ripples all the way down into my core.

Between us, I ripped open the white button-up he was wearing. Buttons scattered everywhere as I shoved my hands beneath and scraped my nails down his defined chest.

“I liked that shirt,” he intoned, giving my breast a squeeze.

“I like it better on the floor.”

The corner of his mouth turned up, and then we were ripping at each other’s clothes. The urge to be completely naked with him was unreal. I’d never felt anything so feral before. I just wanted him inside me.

The second we were both completely unclothed, my eyes latched onto a tattoo over his left pec, just above his heart. A black X.

“X marks the spot,” I murmured, tracing the lines with a finger.

He snatched my hand and pulled it away. “Something like that.”

Ominous. Maybe if I were interested in getting to know him, I’d ask about his reply. But it didn’t matter. His heart was off-limits to me anyway. It was his body that was mine.

At least for tonight.

My eyes dropped to the impressive hard-on he was sporting. I wrapped a hand around it and gave it a tight squeeze. He was thick and smooth, taut and proud. He definitely wasn’t lacking in width or length, and it made me shiver thinking of all of it pushing inside me and filling me up.

“I’m not into gentle.” His voice was gruff.

“Good.”

Gray eyes flared and his breathing increased.

Once again, he was pushing me against the wall, this time the wall of windows. The glass was sleek and cold against my naked body. “I’m gonna take you right here for the entire world to see.”

His mouth crashed down and slanted over mine again and again. For once in my entire life, kissing was a full-contact sport. I felt his rigid cock pressing against my belly as our bodies rubbed together. My back and ass were plastered against the window, and it made me even hornier.

Someone could be watching... Someone could be staring at the way we went at each other.

I reached around and grabbed his ass, digging my nails into his flesh and arching my back so my body pressed into him farther. Mr. X, as I was beginning to think of him, grabbed me by the waist and lifted. My legs wrapped around his hips, and my slick core rubbed against his skin.

I wiggled around, coating his abs with my desire.

He made a growling sound and pinned me between the window and his chest. His dick teased my entrance but never slipped in. One of his hands wrapped around my neck and held me, and his lips latched onto my breast.

When his teeth dragged over the center, I cried out and filled my hands with his hair and held him closer.

He sucked deep and hard. It bordered on painful, but my God, it felt so good. My hips began to rock against his middle. My clit was so engorged already; every time it brushed against him, I would shudder.

Abruptly, he pulled back and stood me on my feet.

His lips were swollen from our kisses.

I grabbed his dick and started jerking it up and down. His large palm wrapped around my shoulder and pushed me down. “On your knees,” he ordered.

I dropped down, hitting my knees, and bent so my butt cheeks were still pressed against the glass. I licked up the length of his cock and then latched on, taking him deep and sucking hard.

His fingers tangled in my hair as I worked his shaft. I never tried so hard to please a man, but his pleasure was mine as well. And his cock was irresistible. The second my lips would leave, I would dive back in for more. I loved the way he glided over my tongue, and the salty flavor of his precum was like a drug.

I wrapped my fingers around the base and pulled back to stare down at the tip. His hips thrust toward me, but I held back, looking up his body with a naughty expression in my eyes.

We stared at each other for long minutes and then, still staring into his eyes, I licked across the slit. His eyes went closed, and I did it again before sucking the entire head into my mouth and pulling on it with the force of my lips.

When I released him, my mouth made a popping sound, and I dove low to his balls. I sucked one perfect globe into my mouth and gently rolled it between my lips before moving to the other. His inner thighs called to me, and I latched on, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. He shuddered and leaned forward, one palm flattening on the window so he could lean on it for support.

I grabbed his dick again and pulled it down so it pointed straight out and took it deep. When it was good and slick from my saliva, I moved up just slightly and tucked it in the valley between my breasts. He rocked his hips and fucked my chest. I knew he liked it because, once again, his tip was leaking with desire.

I pulled my breasts away and licked the bead of white before kissing up his body and ending at his lips.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he could scrape his teeth over my neck and then suck deep... so deep I cried out, but he kept sucking, so hard I knew it would leave a mark.

My chest was heaving when he spun me around to face the window and pressed my breasts against the glass. They flattened from the pressure, but it felt good, like a massage to tight muscles. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my ass out and then ran a finger down my crack and into my wet folds. His finger slid inside me, and my knees threatened to buckle.

I pressed my face against the window and stared out at the lights of the city. They blurred together when another finger joined the one already inside and his other hand reached around to pluck at my swollen clit.

I moaned and wiggled my ass. He pulled his hands back and gripped my hips.

He took me hard. Fast. Deep.

I cried out the second his outrageously hard dick penetrated me from behind. The way he hammered into my body made me weak, and I could do nothing more than make small sounds of pleasure, because honestly, this had never felt so good.

My palms flattened on the glass to brace myself for more of his assault. I had no idea how he kept up his pace, but it was almost more than I could bear.

His hand came around again, delving past the short, groomed curls and into the wet folds. He rolled my clit between his fingers, and I splintered apart in his arms.

I moaned and gasped with the orgasm, and he kept pumping, spearing me over and over again. When the climax finally released me, I slumped against the window, spent yet somehow still wanting more.

He pulled out swiftly, and I glanced over my shoulder with a glare.

He gave me a knowing smile, then swept me up in his arms and strode across the floor.

Instead of going to the bedroom, we went to the kitchen, where there was an island the size of my entire apartment. The granite was cold and bare, and he laid me across it as if I were his new display.

His cock was hard and glistening when he moved to the giant stainless fridge and reached inside. He came back with a tall can of something and used his teeth to pull off the lid.