Consumed by a Stranger (Craved Series #4) (8 page)

I
couldn’t tell who was more excited. 

I
mean, Jack was obviously beside himself with pleasure, but knowing I was
responsible for his happiness was turning me on, too. 

After
all, even though my whole life was sort of up in the air, something about
fucking Jack Quinn with my mouth was empowering.

And
for the first time in my life, giving a guy a blowjob not only felt sexy, but it
was kind of fun. 

"Audrey,"
he breathed as I picked up the pace, my hand sliding freely over him. 

It
was hard to look up at him once I got going. It didn't help that my hair was
falling all around my face, my necklace swinging against the back of my hand
with the momentum of my movements. 

"Wait,"
he said. "Stop for a second."

"What?"
I asked, looking up at him and pursing my lips. 

"I
can't let you have all the fun like this."

I
sat up on my knees and squinted at him. "I don't know what you-"

He
slid his hand under me, pressing my wet panties against me with his fingertips.
"This is what I want," he said, sliding the thin fabric to the side
and sinking two fingers into me so fast I felt lightheaded. 

My
lips fell apart and my eyelids grew heavy with the pressure of him churning my
center. 

"How
do you want me?" I whispered. 

He
smiled, his fingers still inside me. "How about you can keep sucking me on
the condition that you give me that same satisfaction."

I
furrowed my brow. "Are you suggesting we sixty-nine?"

"I'm
suggesting you get your ass over here right now," he said. "And take
off your panties first. I don't want anything getting between my tongue and
your pussy."

I
swallowed and pulled my underwear off. "I feel like I need to tell you
that I've never done that befor-"

"All
the more reason to try it," he said. 

I
walked on my knees to the head of the bed so I was looking down his hard body.

"Now
bend over and crawl towards my cock."

I
did as he asked, my mouth watering as I stared at his swollen dick from a new
angle. 

He
didn't give any more direction. Instead, he just grabbed my legs and pulled me over
his mouth, flicking me with his tongue so forcefully I gasped.

At
first, the pleasure was too great and I forgot what the hell I was doing. But
when I remembered, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and sank my mouth back
down on him. 

It
was awkward initially. I felt like my technique was compromised by the warm
sensations he was sending through me as he scooped me out with his tongue.

But
it wasn’t long before I figured out how to work with his rhythm so I could give
and receive pleasure at the same time, though I admit it was hard work after
all that wine. 

And
as weird as it was to be wrapped around someone that way, I was glad it was Jack
because I knew I didn't have to be self-conscious. I knew the last thing he
wanted was for me to feel awkward, and I didn’t want to disappoint either of us. 

Plus,
it was probably about time I tried it.

I
lost my rhythm again momentarily when he started working his fingers inside me,
stirring my insides until they were so hot I was panting over him. Then as soon
as I got it back, I felt his hands groping my breasts through my lacy
bra. 

I
let go of him for a second and reached up to unhook it, sliding it off my arms.
And I must have read his mind because a second later he was pinching my nipples
and cupping my breasts with his hands. 

At
that point, the sensory overload was almost too much. In fact, while I had no
idea what it was like to have a threesome, I was convinced that even two men couldn’t
have stimulated me as thoroughly.

And
when he swelled in my mouth, I was sure he was going to come for me. But without
warning, he lifted my ass and rolled me off him. 

I
watched as he sat up and stood at the end of the bed, his face flush as he
licked his lips. 

"Is
everything okay?" I asked. 

"It
will be when you bring your tight little pussy over here."

I
crawled towards him and kicked my legs out in front of me.

He
grabbed my ankles and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed, finding my opening
so fast I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.

As
he spread me open, he kept his eyes on my face. I tried to do the same, but I
couldn't help but steal a glance at the way his stomach muscles flexed over his
hip bones as he fucked me, massaging me from the inside out. 

And
he didn't stop there. He folded my legs together and turned me on my side,
pushing inside me as deep as he could, driving himself into me with his strong
legs. 

The
control he had over my body coupled with his unpredictability was thrilling.
And as he reached up and squeezed my breasts, it felt good to see the desire on
his face, the appetite in his eyes. 

A
moment later, he unstacked my legs again and hooked my ankles over his
shoulders.

I
used the little energy I had to lift my head and watched as he thrust his thick
dick inside me. 

Then
his thumb went to my clit. "Come for me," he said, making my pussy
buzz with anticipation. 

"Oh
god," I said, pressing my head back against the bed.

"What?"
he asked, the sound of his voice filling me with lust. 

"I
know you said you're not an artist," I panted. "But I want you to
paint me anyway."

He
smiled, swinging his hips a little faster. "Are you asking me to come on
your tits?"

"Wherever,”
I said. “Anywhere you want."

I
saw his jaw clench as the fire in his eyes grew, but he didn't give away what
he was thinking.

Suddenly
the heat in my clit was more than I could take. "I'm coming," I said,
looking at him standing over me. 

He
narrowed his eyes on me as his balls slapped my pussy. 

When
my orgasm came, I arched my back and threw my arms over my head as I writhed against
the bed. 

But
he didn't just watch me ride it out. Instead, he wrapped his hands around my
thighs and picked up the pace, forcing the waves of pleasure to crash through my
body even harder. 

The
sensations of him hammering against my orgasm made my mind go blank. I couldn't
hear or see anything. All I could do was focus on the power of him inside me as
my body did everything it could not to shut down. 

"I'm
gonna come," he said. 

I
swallowed and braced myself, not knowing what he would do with my open request.

But
a moment later, he pulled out of me and grabbed his dick, pointing it at my
belly and groaning with every burst of pleasure he shot over me. 

And
when I saw the way his seed looked strewn across my belly, I felt like the
sexiest woman on Earth.

My
come across her belly was as white as the shell charm hanging between her tits,
and seeing her decorated by my passion for her was even more satisfying than I
thought it would be.

She
was smiling when I looked in her eyes. It was the kind of lazy smile that only results
from a body draining orgasm. 

"How
do you feel?" I asked, lying on my side next to her. 

"Like
keeping you forever as my sexual prisoner." 

"I
don't think I would qualify as a prisoner if I'm happy to stay of my own
will."

"Whatever,"
she said, rolling her head towards me. "If it makes you feel better to
believe I'd let you leave, then tell yourself anything you want.

I
looked down at the glorious mess I'd made over her and dragged my finger
through one of the streaks before holding it over her lips. 

She
took it in her mouth and kept her eyes on me as she sucked it clean. 

"It
would be a shame for you to go to all that trouble and not get a taste," I
said.

"I
couldn't agree more."

"Is
that the bathroom?" I asked, nodding towards a door in the corner of her
room. 

"Closet,”
she said. “That's the bathroom behind you."

"Don't
move," I said, rolling over.

“I’m
not sure I could if I wanted to.”

I
got off the bed and went into the bathroom to get something to clean her up
with, discovering- much to my surprise - that she was the proud owner of a
sizeable bathtub. I turned around and leaned back in the door frame.
"You have a bathtub?"

"Last
I checked."

"Do
you mind if I run a bath?"

"Not
at all," she said, her chest still rising and falling beside her flushed
face. "Be my guest."

"It's
just that I haven't taken a bath in years," I said. "Plus, now that
I've made a mess of you, I feel responsible for cleaning you up."

She
sighed. "You’ve made a mess of me alright."

I
turned around, put the plug in the tub, and turned the nozzle on, adjusting it
until the water was warm. 

"Can
I get you something to drink?" I asked, leaning back into the bedroom to steal
a glance at her naked body flung across the bed.

"Aren't
I supposed to offer you something to drink?"

"You've
done enough," I said. "If you'll just tell me where-"

"What
do you feel like?"

"I'm
happy to stick with wine, but whatever you've got is okay."

"There's
a bottle of white in the fridge and a red in the cabinet under the kitchen
window."

"Which
would you prefer?"

"Surprise
me," she said. "You're good at that."

"Can't
argue with that," I said, crossing the room naked and walking out into the
hall. 

I
flicked the light on in the kitchen and looked around. Her directions for where
to find the wines were perfect. 

I
decided to go with the chilled white, figuring it would complement our warm
bath nicely. As far as the rest of the contents of her fridge, there was
nothing too surprising. She had lots of fresh fruit, some margarita mix, eggs,
bread, and cheese. 

It
didn’t look like there was a man in her life. Or if there was, he hadn't
inserted himself so much that she'd started buying his favorite beer or
anything, which I found encouraging. 

As
I closed the fridge door, my eye was drawn to the flowers I brought her. They
were standing in the corner, but they looked odd as they weren’t in a vase.
Instead, they were propped up in a wide glass bowl that looked more suitable
for baking or eating popcorn. 

My
first reaction was that I wish I’d known she didn't have an appropriate vase to
put them in because I would've happily bought one at the florist. The only
reason I didn't was because- as the owner of a small place- I tried to bring as
little extra stuff into my own apartment as possible.

Still,
I'd obviously made the wrong call. 

The
second thing that went through my mind was disbelief. How could a woman like
Audrey not have a big ass vase? Surely she’d received tons of bouquets in the
past from suitors who were as keen to get in her pants as I was. 

It
just didn't make sense. 

And
then I got this weird feeling that maybe everything good I'd ever done had
finally paid off. After all, it was one thing for this amazing woman to have
come into my life when she did, but for her heart to still be available made me
feel overwhelmed with gratitude. 

I
opened her cupboards quietly, looking for wine glasses. Instead, I discovered that
she had an obvious weakness for microwave popcorn and cheese crackers of all
different shapes. 

Finally,
I checked the cupboard where the red wine was and found them. I grabbed two and
carried them by their stems back to her room. 

She
was lying on the bed in a short blue robe when I came in, her smooth legs
sticking out beneath her. 

"You
found everything okay?" she asked.

I
set the glasses down on her nightstand and unscrewed the bottle cap. "Your
directions were very good."

"Sorry
it's a screw top."

"Don't
apologize," I said. "I'm sure that will have no bearing on the
quality of the wine. Besides, I'm no expert. As long as I taste grapes, I'm
sure I'll love it."

"You're
more of an expert than me."

"Only
because I've memorized a few words that make it look like I know what I'm
talking about."

"Good
to know."

I
poured the wine in the glasses and lifted mine. "Shall we toast
again?" 

"Sure,"
she said, sitting up on her knees. "What to this time?"

"To
a successful evening of firsts," I said. "Our first visit to the
Space Needle, our first attempt at sixty nine, which I thought went really
well…"

"Me
too."

"And
my first bath in years."

She
laughed. "That explains why you're such a dirty boy."

"I
didn't mean it to come out like that," I said. "I'm just usually
limited to shower facilities."

"Don't
worry about it," she said, clinking her glass against mine. "I use
the shower most of the time, too."

I
lifted the glass to my lips, letting the cool sweetness coat my tongue. Then I
carried it to the bathroom and set it down on the counter so I could stop the
water. 

"Your
bath is ready madam," I said, moving my glass closer to the tub. 

"And
what about the sexy servant I ordered to administer the sponge?" she asked,
leaning in the doorway. 

"He's
ready, too," I said, stepping into the tub and sitting down. "Oh
that's nice." I leaned my head back against the blue and white tiled wall
behind me. "I insist you join me this instant."

Audrey
leaned over, pulled a jar of bath salts out from under the sink, and sprinkled
a generous handful in the tub with me. "I'm not sure what those
do," she said. "But they smell nice."

"A
gift I take it?"

"Yeah,
it's a girl thing. Somebody somewhere sent out a memo in the nineties that the
best gift for women of all ages is nice smelling bath products and scented
candles and people just refuse to let it go."

"You
have a scented candle collection?"

She
shrugged. "I don't know a woman who doesn't."

"I
had no idea that was a thing."

"Oh
it's a thing alright," she said. "Would you like me to light one? Or
twenty?"

"I'd
like you to get in the goddamn tub before I drag you in."

Her
mouth turned up at the corners as she swapped the salts for a washcloth,
placing it on the toilet beside my drink. Then she put her glass and the wine bottle
on the floor next to the tub. 

"I'm
coming, I'm coming," she said, untying her robe. 

"Gosh
that sounds familiar," I said, watching as she hung her robe on the hook behind
the door and stepped into the tub. 

And
as she sank down between my legs for the third time that day, I was pleased to find
it wasn't getting old.