Chased by a Stranger (Craved Series #3)

Chased
by a Stranger

Hazel
Kelly

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2015 Hazel Kelly

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“You know it seems the more we talk about it

It only makes it worse to live
without it”

– The Beach Boys

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 woman 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.

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.