Part 1
Boring. Everything was just so boring. It’s been exactly six months since it happened, an entire half of a year gone to waste.
She stirred her third drink as her mind wandered. It’s been six whole months but she still remembered every detail of the life Liam and her shared together. How he used to put a towel in the dryer as she was taking a shower so that it would always be warm and fluffy when she stepped out, or how he would put a chocolate bar in herbag every Monday morning so that she would have something to sweeten the start of a new work week. Cara’s thoughts soon drifted further to lazy Saturday afternoons, where they would be lying on the couch, intertwined and watching a movie. Or at least, trying to. Even now, she could feel his strong hands giving feather light touches across her neck, softly circling her slowly hardening nipples, caressing down her taut, slender body, her thighs, and finally reaching toward her–
No. Cara wrenched herself out of that memory and took a deep breath. She shouldn’t be going down that rabbit hole, not that night. She decided then that she was going to make the most of her first night out in ages. Downing her glass in one, she got up and made her way to Gwen and Jo in the middle of the dance floor. With a loud whoop, Jo pulled Cara towards the both of them and for the first time in a long time, there was no trace of annoyance in their expressions.
It felt like hours had passed since Cara made her way to the girls from her seat. Despite the massive crowd around her, and the occasional accidental groping, she was surprised to find herself actually having a good, no, great, time. She was smiling, singing along, jumping around, and it was the longest Cara had gone without thinking about Liam. She had to admit, the additional three (or was it four?) sour apple vodka shots that she had may have helped her along, but hey, she deserved it after what she went through.
Cara turned her head the moment the song changed and that’s when she saw him. Casually leaning against a wall next to the bar, he was not what she was used to. Liam good looking in a classic way – tall with short, neat hair, athletic, and a smile that made you want to grin right along with him. But this stranger was the opposite. While he was just as tall as Liam, that’s where the similarities ended. His gaze bore into her through slightly shaggy hair, a hint of a smile that was more of a smirk, lean body shifting slightly to stand up straighter as their eyes met. He was not her type at all. So why could she hear her heart beating in her ears out of time with the music thumping overhead? Another smirk played across his lips as he made a step towards to door.
Before Cara could realise what was happening, she found herself walking towards the exit. Her body was acting of its own accord. He was like a magnet and his pull was not something she could resist. She found him right outside in the parking lot, sitting in his car, almost as if he was waiting for her. Cara got into the passenger seat and for a moment it was just silence as she looked straight ahead. Then she tossed her long, dark, curly hair back and heard a voice that she barely recognised as her own.
“So. Are we going to go to yours or not?”
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Cara stood in the living room and took in her surroundings. A clean beige couch with a throw, in front of it a coffee table where controllers for a game console were arranged neatly, big screen TV, lamp in the corner. She spent the whole ride over second guessing herself. This wasn’t her. What if he was a murderer? She disappeared from Gwen and Jo without a word and they would probably be worried sick. He would have been drinking too, wouldn’t he? He was driving after drinking! Oh God, she was going to die in a fiery car crash, how stupid could she be? But before she knew it, he was pulling into park and leading her into his apartment. Now here she was, anxiously standing alone in his living room as he was somewhere around, her mind racing, unsure of how to proceed, that burst of courage she had in the club earlier taking a back seat.
Just when she was trying to think up of an excuse to leave, he appeared through a doorway to her left. Cara swallowed as he moved gracefully towards her. He stood right in front of her and hesitated. Was he nervous too? Somehow that calmed her down a little and she tiptoed to finally close the distance gap between them. The moment their lips touched, all sense of apprehension evaporated.
His hands were on her back pressing her into his body, their tongues exploring each other’s as she ran her fingers through his hair. His lips still covering hers, he walked backwards, guiding her towards a doorway. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that were literal strangers, and pulled away.
“Wait,” Cara gasped as one of his hands grabbed forcefully at her ass. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Not yet. Right now, I just want to fuck.”
He put his lips back to hers and they stumbled across the threshold of his bedroom. Cara let out another small gasp as he moved his lips to her neck started sucking right at the pulse point. She could feel a familiar heat building between her legs, one that she hadn’t felt in a long time. He somehow found the zipper to her skin tight dress and undid it, allowing it to fall to the floor. He stared at her, drinking her body in, as he slowly removed his shirt. His gaze landed hungrily on her bald pussy. Cara knew she had soaked through her thong. She could feel her pussy juices, dripping and sticky on her thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet, you know that? So. Fucking. Wet.”
Cara bent over to remove her heels but felt him come up from behind to grab her and straighten her up against him.
“Leave them on,” he breathed into her ear.
She pressed herself against him and felt his rock hard cock against her ass. The only thing between them was his pants and the thin strip of lace from her thong. She sighed in anticipation as he unhooked her bra, freeing her firm breasts from their constrains, and dropped it to join the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Cara’s nipples were harder than they have ever been. Her ample breasts were aching for his touch but it seems as if his hands were everywhere else instead. Grabbing her thighs or pressing her hips so that her ass was pressing harder still against his cock. Finally his palms found her tits so big he could barely cover them. She gave a moan of pleasure as he lightly teased her sensitive nipples all the while sucking on her neck.
“Fuck yes, that feels so good,” Cara moaned quietly. She couldn’t help herself, she gyrated her hips against him and he let out a soft groan.
He turns her around and pushes her backwards and she fell sitting onto the bed. Cara reached out and removed his belt. His hands are once again grasping her hair as she slowly undoes his fly, one button at a time. She could see him through his boxer briefs and she could hardly wait. She slid his briefs down to free his manhood. In the darkness of his bedroom, illuminated only by the orange streetlights from outside, her eyes widened at the sight of him. His thick, veiny cock was nothing like she had ever seen before.
Her hands automatically found their way to his throbbing member so enormous that she could barely fit her hand around it. He groaned slightly, eyes closing involuntarily, as she slid her soft palms up and down his shaft. Tentatively, she put her soft, supple lips to the tip of his rod and took the smooth head into her mouth, licking up the delicious pre cum that was slowly leaking out.
His eyes snapped open and he pushed her backwards. He climbed on top of her and took one of her ripe breasts into his mouth while holding her hands down. She gasped as he started sucking hungrily, using his tongue to flick her nipples, remembering to give each one equal attention.
Cara could feel her clit pulsing, getting more and more swollen as his cock nestled in between her legs. She could feel her pussy juices really dripping, coating his shaft as he slid along her wet cunt. He finally lets go of her hands and forcefully rips her thong off. Cara let out a cry of pleasure as he uses his fingers to pick up her sweet juices. Bringing the same fingers to his lips, he licks the juices off with a satisfied moan.
“God, baby, you taste so fucking good.”
“Fuck me. Please, just fuck me now”, Cara pleaded, barely able to control the words that were spilling out of her mouth.
The stranger straddled her once more, pressing his monstrous erection against her inner thigh. As he reached over Cara to rummage through the drawer of his bedside table, she lifted herself to run her tongue across his sweaty, muscular chest, nipping slightly with her teeth. She heard a faint crinkle of the wrapper as he tore it open, and lay back to watch him, completely entranced. Expertly pulling it over his length, he positioned himself above her and she could see him pointing straight toward her moistened opening.
“You want this?”, he breathed against her lips as he teased her, using the head of his rod to rub lightly against her clit so swollen, it was peeking from under its protective hood.
“Yes,” Cara whimpered. “Please, I need your cock inside me. Please.”
Her hands fumbled as she made a desperate grasp at his iron-hard member, trying to guide him into her eagerly awaiting entrance. He simply grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms above her head, and holding her down. She felt him smirk against her lips as one his hands trailed lightly down her body. Using his fingers, he spread her swollen, juicy lips apart and pressing his smooth head against her opening.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his lean waist but just as quickly as she felt the tip of his manhood enter, it was taken away from her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned in frustration as he continued to tease her with short pulses that was barely entering her.
“What do you want, baby?”, he moaned into her lips that were slightly parted as she let out another soft whimper. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want — no, need — you inside me. I need your big, fat, cock inside of me”, Cara begged. “Please! I can’t — Oh FUCK!”
She couldn’t finish her sentence as he finally pushed himself deep into her hot, welcoming pussy. Arching her back, she raised her hips to meet his as she squeezed her legs around him tighter still. She let out a sharp exhale when she took in his entire length, feeling his balls rest against her pussy
“Oh, baby, you are so fucking tight”, the stranger groaned. He had finally let go of her hands. With one palm pressed against the headboard, he let the other grab her taut ass.
Her legs slackened their grip slightly as he started to move.
“You like this, baby?”
“It feels — Oh, God”, Cara gasped.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’”, he snickered as he continued to thrust slowly, deeply into her.
Digging her nails into his back, she let out a whimper with each stroke of his immense cock. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, and she knew she was wetter than she had ever been in her life. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs and soaking into his sheets.
“Harder. Fuck me harder!”, she begged him.
“Fucking hell, you really want this don’t you?”, he growled as grabbed her thighs. He lifted her lower body upwards and pulled her towards him, allowing him to bury himself even deeper into her velvety tunnel.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Cara gently kneaded her own ample breasts, lightly pinching her nipples that were so erect they could cut glass.
He sped up his rhythm, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer. She focused on his face, his brows knitted together in concentration, beads of sweat running down his temples and strong jawline. She knew he was just as close as she was.
With each thrust, he let out a soft grunt. His steely cock was pulsating inside her, waiting for the moment it could finally discharge its pent up load.
She reached down and pressed two fingers on her own pulsating clit. She noticed how slippery she was as she gently rubbed herself.
“That’s it, baby. You look so hot playing with yourself. Show me what you like”, he commanded as he fucked her harder and faster.
“Oh don’t stop,” she pleaded as she rubbed her swollen clit harder, her pleasure mounting as she ascended towards the peak of climax.
“I’m almost there. Almo—”, was all she could choke out when she felt her entire body clench up.
“I’m cumming, oh God. I’m cumming!”, she cried out, her voice tight.
Waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again as he carried on thrusting hard and deep into her. Her orgasm continued, strangled cries escaping her throat and filling the air around them.
“Oh. Fuck. Baby, you’re so goddamn hot.”
Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, she felt his body clench suddenly as he gave a few hard pumps, signalling his own arrival to the peak. A guttural moan spilled out from his mouth as he finally allowed himself to achieve his release.
He slowly rolled off her and they lay panting next to each other on top of the sweat soaked sheets. There was a roaring in Cara’s ears as she tried to make sense of what had just taken place. Her entire body was tingling right down to the tips of her toes. She hasn’t so much as glanced at another man after Liam until tonight, when she was taken mercilessly by the enigmatic stranger beside her.
She felt exposed and vulnerable. She also noticed the fog from her mind clear, and felt the type of clarity that only comes after a good fucking. The hurt and betrayal she carried around in her heart for the last six months seemed so unnecessary. She was stronger than she once thought herself to be. The excruciating boredom she felt just a couple of hours ago was a faraway thought.
Still basking in the afterglow of her mind-numbing orgasm, she tore her eyes away from the ceiling and turned to look at the man she shared an unfamiliar bed with. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised to find him already looking right back at her. He stared deep into her eyes and opened his mouth.
“Rowan.”
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