The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.
I was expecting to see the face of a guy, most likely mid 40s, roughly shaved, which some grey hair starting to show, but oh dear lord was I mistaken. Staring straight into the richest of brown eyes under a fan of long black eyelashes, I can’t help but grin a little. He’s got flaming locks of red hair, a shade so rich and deep it gives me goose bumps. His face is the epitome of gorgeous with a jaw line that could cut steel, a nose that’s rough but perfectly proportionate, and lips so full and kissable it surprises me that isn’t exactly what I do right then and there. “Oh … er hi”, is all I manage to get out whilst I’m trying to stand up straight. He grabs my forearm with large strong hands, the kind that have seen rough days and real labour but are also maintained with nicely cut fingernails and long fingers to match. I’m struggling to get up – when did this become so hard – and almost topple over. He smiles at me, a smile that could have been spotted on the other side of London, and I lose all feeling in my legs resulting in me falling back down. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m an absolute mess, I just, I think I just missed the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had.” He looks at me with a face that reads worry and confusion – it makes me weak. “It’s not important anymore, it’s gone, I guess I just had to let all of the built-up tension out.” I laugh, followed by a sad cough, and a little more snot. “I’m Charlotte by the way. That way when you tell your mates this story you don’t have to call me pathetic snot-covered girl. Charlotte rolls off the tongue a little easier don’t you think?” What follows is a deep roaring laugh I can feel in my bones, god this man is *sexy*. “I think you must be right, Charlotte does indeed roll off my tongue. My name’s Will.”
We ended up sitting right there, on that platform, for a solid hour talking about everything really. “You know, I wasn’t going to jump. I’d never jump. I’m too much of a sissy to do something like that.” He looks at me, really looks at me, those warm brown eyes of him meeting my vibrant green ones. His hand moves towards my face – I shiver – and gently brushes some of my hair behind my ear. “Good,” he says, “because if you were to jump I would’ve never gotten the chance to know you. I would’ve had to miss your wit, your intelligence, your raven hair and poisonous green expressive eyes.” *What are you and how in the name of hell did you end up on this earth, here, with me*, I think. All I want is to kiss him, for him to take me and kiss me back and feel me. However, he stands up and extends his arm, unaware of the scorching thoughts going through my head. “I’ll see you again, Charlotte”, he says in his low voice before turning around and walking away in long strong strides. And me, I can only stand there on that platform and watch him walk away when I realise I know absolutely nothing about him except for his name.
It must have been approximately three weeks ago since the ordeal at Pancras and since meeting Will. Honestly, I tried getting him out of my head, but I failed miserably each and every time. I tried imagining all things that could be wrong with him like he’s a sociopath, he’s missing his legs (or at least one), he’s gay, but nothing did the trick. It is while I’m walking home from the market, through Primrose Hill, that something peculiar happens. Across the street, walking in the opposite direction, I see him. Without giving it a moment’s thought I blurt out “Will!” He turns around, stops mid-step, and stares at me. It is the most chilling situation … and it completely turns me on. I as a whole immerse into his eyes as we stand still on either side of the road looking at each other. Slowly he crosses the street, not breaking eye contact once, and stops right in front of me. I can smell him. I can hear his breathing. I can feel him towering over me.
“My, er, I live right over there”, I point out to him. “I was just going to bring in my groceries. Wouldn’t want the milk to spoil now do we?” I let out a pathetic noise that should’ve been a laugh. “No, no that would be a shame”, Will says as we start walking. “This is it.” I stick my key in the lock and open the door. I walk into my kitchen and set the milk in the fridge. I gasp when I turn around for Will is standing right behind me. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer, softly but commanding. I realise I’m panting, I swallow. He steps even closer and our bodies touch. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening his lips are on mine. They’re so soft and warm, it feels like a familiar hug but better. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and gently tugs. I kiss his neck, his earlobe, his mouth. He smells like the outside with a hint of musk he must’ve sprayed on earlier that day. He lifts me up onto the counter where I straddle him with my legs. My hands are exploring his muscular back. He takes of my shirt. I’m wearing a dark green lace bra that’s a little see-through. I feel him getting excited. “Now take off yours”, I whisper in his ear. He obliges immediately and I’m face to face with his well-shaped abs. I let my hands explore while we continue kissing and lightly tug on his curly ginger chest hair. With one swift movement, he has managed to take off my bra and expose my perky breasts – I’m impressed. I grab his belt loop, pull him in as close as possible, and I take off his pants. He has a good set of legs, again covered in curly red hair. “Charlotte…” I moan in response. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for these past weeks, you know.” *Shit, that makes me weak and it makes me even wetter*. I lightly jump off the counter and slip out of my jeans revealing to Will matching dark green lace panties.
My living room is openly connected to the kitchen, so me and Will practically roll onto a fluffy rug. I smile, it turns into a laugh and I end up on my back. “You smell like sun”, he replies right before his head disappears between my legs. My naked body is on high alert, I can feel every little fibre in the rug, or so it seems. His tongue makes his way down and I can’t help but grin … which soon thereafter turns into an uncontrollable moaning. I feel myself climbing higher, and higher, and higher, and then it stops. When I open my eyes, Will is right there softly kissing my chest. “Why did you stop?” I ask with one eyebrow pulled up. “So you’d enjoy this next part even better, trust me.” He flips me over like I weigh naught and caresses my butt. His hands glide over my back until they reach the nape of my neck. He brushes away my pitch-black hair and bends over to kiss me. I can feel him firmly pushing against me. *He’s teasing me*, I realise, *and what he can do so can I*. I reach back underneath my body and slowly stroke his boner. His body tenses up. He grabs my hair and gently pulls my head backwards. “You’re a real tease Charlotte”, he speaks directly into my ear, almost inaudible. “You’re not unfamiliar with the term either Will”, I reply. He pulls a little harder then he places his hand on my inner thigh and flips me onto my back. He starts kissing me, I straddle him, he moves down to my neck, I pull him in, he positions himself and enters me. His thrusts are controlled and passionate. Then they start hitting the spot. I can feel myself climbing again. I can hear myself pleading for him not to stop. He keeps thrusting and I keep climbing until I can’t take it anymore. “Will … Will …” I moan. All of my muscles start contracting, I’ve reached the top, the climax, I shudder. After a few more thrusts Will is with me. He is covered in sweat. I look down and see that I am as well. I have no words. I can only look into those rich deep brown eyes and wonder if it was destiny I had missed my train that morning because I was cleaning up a huge mess. The mess that was my aggressive, but most importantly dead, ex.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/78djn6/kissed_by_fire_fm_str8
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