Chapter 2 The Stranger

Chapter Two

Aria

The mystery man looked at me and smiled. The frail moonlight shining from the window opening was a delight to his features. It gives him the same aesthetic honey gives to pancakes and even more shockingly, he smelled like one. A hot chocolate pancake coated in honey.

"You taste like a pancake" I grumbled, his dick still inside my mouth.

"Yeah, I just had some and it might be you" he replied and a hot pool of syrupy liquid gathered at my center. He had done nothing to me yet I was fighting to keep my water pot from breaking. "Wait until I begin to fuck your pussy…or not" he smirked as he began to fuck my mouth. His fingers are playing with my nipples.

Oh sweet lord Jesus.

"Fuck please…" I whimpered as the rest of my words disappeared in my throat.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me"

"Not yet, my lady" he spanked me.

"No please. Just please, fuck me." A shrill cry erupted from my mouth when he increased his intensity, his grip on my hair getting stronger and tighter.

He sighed and puffed and gathered my hair in his palm. He pulled tighter and his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged. I loved to gag. It gave me a bad-girl aesthetic.

His hands rested on the back of my head and he rocked slightly on his heels, panting slightly. He was giving a background music sensation. I loved background songs. Slow, soulful background song. I went back to sucking the soft cap of his penis. I ran my tongue down the rod and up again, wetting the lines.

I sucked and kissed and nibbled and teased and he groaned and sighed and trembled and gulped. He shook like a ballet dancer when I teased the lines with the tip of my wet tongue and straightened like a tango dancer when I sucked on the cap of his pink-edged penis. I could feel his pleasure mounting.

He was going to fill my mouth with his thick essence, spray his sperm across my face, my eyes, my nose, my chest, and hopefully a few drops on my breast. I want him to taste them, his flavor. I imagined the taste of coffee and lime and sauce as I took him deep into my throat, sucking hard. I was interrupted, stopped himself, and withdrew.

"What the fuck?" I protested but instead of saying the words, he smirked and grabbed my aching boobs before he took my elbows and pulled me up so he could kiss me again, so he could taste himself on my lips. The way he expertly undid the knots on my shorts made me wonder where he could have acquired such skill.  He found the hook at the front of my bra, how clever, and weighed my breasts.

"Dannazione…Fottutamente bello" he cussed and I whispered. He sounded so sexy.

"What?"

" They are perfect,” he said and I purred. He kissed my breasts in turn, left first, and then right, taking my nipples into his mouth and biting down just hard enough to make them pop out, eager for more. At the same time, his quick fingers found the zip on my shorts and the cotton fabric fell around my toes. He rolled down my tights and I hopped about from foot to foot as he expertly rid me of this litter.

He took the sides of my panties and pulled at the elastic. He ran the moist fabric down my legs and over my feet. He dropped down and adjusted his head so he could savor me. I adored the touch of his tongue and he drank from me as if from a golden cup. I could smell my scent.

I pulled him up and we stumbled to the bed where, in a long kiss, I tasted warm salty seas with a fragrance as fresh as an ocean and as gentle as a seashore sand. I vaguely recalled how we met at a club  a few hours ago, the fears I had and the risk involved in fucking a stranger but I wanted it. I wanted this!  He slid up inside me, and time wasn't suspended. I was suddenly on a rollercoaster ride as everything hit me at once.

The bliss of the moment and the risk involved. This moment was more than all I'd lived.  He kissed and sucked, prodded my clitoris, and snaked his tongue into the heart of my throbbing cunt. Liquids seeped from me in a continual stream, spicy and vital, the essence of sex even though I was yet to feel his penis inside of me.

I trembled vehemently and my breath was trapped in my throat. Broken by my boyfriend, getting fixed by another.

He pushed me to one side and let me slide across his body.

"Hold on tight. I don't enjoy breaking Streaks" he growled, my breast in his mouth making his voice come out in a muffled sound.  He acted like a king! Was he one?

His first stroke made me scream. And the rest had me crying out as if in pain but the pain was a fierce, all-consuming pleasure. Pure lava! My body was trembling as if I had a fever. I rolled to one side, arms wrapped around his legs, our bodies doused and throbbing. I was dizzy. He was relentless. Making me forget the scene that broke my heart

The stranger pulled me up and pushed his cock back inside me. I felt full as I felt him begin to move inside me slowly, changing his tempo. He was firing my cold heart up.

I felt both our bodies tense at the same time and another tidal wave broke from both our seams. I was too tired to clean him but it didn't take long before I felt his tongue on my clit.

"What's your name?" I called out faintly. I was too weak. But I remembered him smiling brightly, leaning to kiss my forehead—It was tasty. I could never forget it.  I was sore and my eyelids were heavy and soon, I felt myself being drawn to darkness.