On Hart's Boardwalk (On Dublin Street 6.7)

My husband had done a lot for me. No, he wasn’t perfect and he’d hurt my feelings deeply of late . . . but I knew I should be giving my come-hither smiles to him and not to this guy. Pretending might not be what was best right now.

For either of us.

“God, you’re sexy as fuck,” the stranger said. “I’ve been fantasizing about you since the moment you walked into Germaine’s.”

And as shallow as that was, the hoarse sincerity in his words gave me pause. Nate wasn’t here. It wasn’t Nate who wanted me like this. It was this stranger.

Stop thinking so much. I actually heard Nate’s voice in my head. Play a little, Liv.

At the perverse imaginary encouragement of my husband I leaned a little farther over the table, giving the stranger a better look down my dress. “Tell me.”

“Tell you?”

“About this fantasy of yours.”

His lips curled at the corners, as though he was surprised by my request, but pleased. Leaning toward me, he said, “Shouldn’t I tell you my name first?”

“I don’t want to know your name, or why you have an accent, where you come from, who you are. And I don’t want to tell you my name.”

His gaze darkened as it dipped to my lips. “Then I’ll tell you what you do want to know. Since the moment you walked in, I’ve been picturing those long fucking legs of yours wrapped around my waist as my cock thrusts into you.”

My breath stuttered.

“I want to pull down that sweet dress you’re wearing and see for myself if those tits of yours are as beautiful as I’m thinking they are. And then I want to wrap my lips around your nipple and suck it while I put my hand up your dress and under your knickers. I’d finger-fuck you and play with those perfect tits until you came. Hard. Quick. Fast. Good but not nearly satisfying enough. For either of us.” His chest heaved a little as he leaned even farther into me, until our faces were only inches apart. “You would be soaked and swollen and I’d be so fucking hard, I’d be in pain. Then I’d take out my cock and I’d fill you, babe, until all you could feel and hear and smell is me as I fucked you.”

I almost breathed out his name, I was so lost in his erotic description. My hands were trembling with want, until my nipples were tight and my breasts swollen, and I was seconds away from tearing off my dress and throwing my body at this potent man.

“What do you think?” the stranger said. “Sound like something you might want to make a reality?”

The part that was warring with me, the guilt and worry, I shoved to the back of my mind. “Yes.”

The stranger’s eyes darkened with pleasure and he slowly, gracefully stood up from the stool and held his hand out to me.

I knew there was a possibility this was the wrong road to take, that pretending might make things worse. But right then, I was so overwhelmed with desire I couldn’t see sense.

I just wanted satisfaction, and I knew that was something this guy could give me.

I just knew.

So I took his hand, slid off the stool, grabbed my purse, and let him lead me through the youthful throngs and out into the dark sea air of Main Street. We were silent as we walked, me hurrying to keep up with him as he took long-legged strides away from the beach. He led us right off Main Street, and I followed him for two blocks until we were in a quiet area. There were still mostly stores here but they were all closed; the street looked like a ghost town. I had just opened my mouth to ask what we were doing here when he suddenly pulled me down an alley between two stores. The farther he led me, the darker it got, until my heart started to pound in trepidation.

But I didn’t have time to grow overly concerned because suddenly I was pushed roughly up against the cold wall of a building. His body was pressing mine hard into it, so I could feel the slightly jagged scrape of the brickwork at my back. He captured my wrists in his hands and pinned them, holding me completely captive as my eyes adjusted to the dark, and I could just make him out from the little light still shining down on us from the street beyond the alley.

Breathing heavily, his face but an inch from mine, he stared into my eyes and said hoarsely, “Last chance to change your mind.”

My skin was flushed. In fact my whole body was alight with constant, chaotic heat. I could feel my breasts swell up against the tight confines of my dress, and the tingling between my legs had increased to an insistent throb. My breath hitched as I felt his erection pushing against my belly.

“I’ll fuck you right here and now if you don’t say otherwise.”

My knees trembled but somehow, my breathing harsh in the quiet air, I managed to move my feet, widening my legs in invitation. I whispered, “I’m not saying otherwise.”

And just like that I had his mouth, while his hands unintentionally pressed mine harder into the wall. The brick scratched against my skin but I couldn’t complain. It spurred me, it made me hotter, letting him take control and give us what we both wanted, what we both needed.

His lips were hot against my lips when his tongue slid against mine as he deepened the kiss and ground his lower body against me. My nipples instantly hardened. The stranger kissed like Nate used to kiss. Ferocious. Like he couldn’t get enough of me.

I let out a little gasp of excitement as he released my lips to trail his down my throat, traveling lower to the rise of my breasts. He squeezed my wrists as I arched against his mouth. In answer, he released his hold on my hands and pulled back to stare at my flushed face. My skin felt enflamed and much too tight.

My lower belly flipped at the hunger I felt pouring off him as he slipped his fingers under the straps of my dress. With a deliberate slowness that caused my breathing to grow more erratic, he lowered the straps of my dress, tugging on them until the front of it was bunched under my bra. The stranger groaned as he pushed my bra down and cupped my breasts. They overflowed in his hand and I felt his dick strain even more against me.

It didn’t surprise me that the stranger loved my breasts as much as my husband. His head descended and I cried out as his mouth wrapped around my nipple. Hands free of his, now that his were full of other endeavors, I reached for him, my arms curling around his neck, drawing him closer. I moaned, my head falling back against the brick wall, feeling my hair catch on it and not caring as he licked and sucked and tormented before moving on to my other nipple. My senses were overwhelmed by his scent, his heat, his hardness and strength. I was surrounded. Just like he promised.

I writhed against him and felt his groan against my breast, the sound reverberating through me deliciously. In answer, he pressed his body deeper into mine and lifted his head to kiss me again. This kiss was harder, wetter, voracious. I instantly wrapped myself around him, and my fingers curled in the hair at the back of his neck as I licked and sucked and flicked my tongue against his, our kiss so deep I wasn’t aware of anything but him. I forgot where I was entirely.

My hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and slipping underneath the fabric so I could trace his hard stomach before sliding down to his pants. I fumbled for the button, got it, and then began unzipping him.

He gently brushed my hands away and slipped his own hand under my dress. As his fingertips trailed along my inner thigh, he said against my mouth, “Let me feel how wet you are first, babe.”

I huffed impatiently. “I’m soaked. Fuck me already.”

He groaned again, his fingers pushing under my knickers and inside of me. Easily. “So bloody wet. Christ, you want this.”

No shit.

I whimpered as he slid two fingers inside of me and I pushed my hips into them.

He pulled back to stare into my eyes as he fucked me with his fingers. “You’re a mystery.”

“How?” I voiced hoarsely.

“So classy, babe. Didn’t think a woman like you would get off this much from fucking a stranger in an alley.”

“I’m full of surprises.” I gasped, urging him with my body not to stop.

“I wonder what your husband would think.” His lips skimmed my jaw until his mouth stopped at my ear. “I saw your ring, babe, know you’ve got a man out there somewhere. Would he care that I’m about to drive my cock into you? Would it kill him with jealousy?”

“I don’t think so.” I shook my head, wanting to rile him. “He wouldn’t give a shit.”

He pulled his hand out from under my dress in punishment and I opened my eyes to find him glaring at me. “Wrong answer.”

His mouth slammed down on me, hard, bruising, and I matched him for fierceness as I sucked on his tongue. It descended into the dirtiest kiss we’d ever shared. Ever. Surprise and excitement burned through me.

I felt his warm, rough hands on my outer thighs as they brushed my skin, pushing my dress up to my waist. The stranger gripped the fabric of my knickers and tugged, and they slid down my legs. The sudden air between my legs increased the throbbing need he was building in me again.

We both reached for his suit pants and we shoved them and his boxers down, freeing him.

Gripping my legs, spreading them, the stranger thrust into me.

Hard.

I cried out in pleasured pain, wanting to say his name, and just stopped myself in time, the pulsing heat of him overwhelming me. All of my focus was on the sensation of his thickness inside me, and I struggled for breath as I fought the desire to take control.

I didn’t want to take control.

I wanted him to be beyond all reasoning and take me how he wanted to take me. No thought. No care. Just fuck me like he couldn’t breathe another second in this world if he didn’t.

The stranger eased me up against the wall so I could wrap my legs around him. It shifted him deeper inside me, and my fingers bit into his shoulders.

His mouth tugged on my nipple and my inner muscles clamped around his dick and snapped what little control he had left.

Yes!