Dirty Bad Strangers(53)
“I’m coming... oh fuck, fuck... I’m coming, Jason... I’m fucking coming for him... I love him in me... I fucking love it!”
Jason’s filthy accomplice grunted and groaned, slamming his flabby belly against my ass as he rode the fuck out of my pussy. I heard Jason’s breath, and then his moans, short, low growls as he came on the other end of the line.
When the stranger behind me shot his load, he jerked my head back by my hair and forced his filthy fat fingers down my throat. I choked and coughed and spat all over him as he jammed his cock inside my burning pussy. He made a squelch as he withdrew, taking just a few moments to catch his breath and pull up his jeans.
I listened to him walk away, relaxing as the door creaked and shut behind him.
I pulled my dress up around my tits, without removing my blindfold, then smoothed it down over my ass. My clit was sore, tender as I slid my knickers back up.
“Gemma? You can take the blindfold off now, it’s over.”
I took it off, turned loudspeaker off and brought the phone to my ear.
“I’m here.”
“Are you ok?”
My heart was thrumming, legs so weak. I flopped myself down onto the toilet seat. Was I ok? It took me a few moments to work it out, but when I did there was only one answer.
I smiled, giggly and euphoric.
“Fucking hell, Jason, that was really amazing.”
I would’ve exploded if I hadn’t booked a last minute slot down at Dirty Angels. I made it deliberately late, wrapping up at the same time as one of Cara’s open ballet sessions. I don’t think it took a mind reader to work out why I was there, and Cara dutifully dragged me on down to the Devonshire Arms as though it was her idea.
Raven was off with the green-eyed girl, planning some custom wedding invites apparently, so it was just me and my chocolate-eyed confidant. She listened, and she giggled, and she let me gush to my heart’s content, the makings of a true friend.
And then she invited me to Explicit again.
“Bring him!” she insisted. “You must bring him! You’d have so much fun, and you could still do the blindfold thing. Hell, there are loads of cool people there, you’d never run out of combinations to fuck.”
“I’ll try,” I promised. “He didn’t seem so keen last time I suggested it.”
“Work on it,” she said. “You’ll love it there.”
I caught her staring at me over her snakebite and black, a curious expression on her face. “What?” I asked. “What is it?”
“Don’t you want to know what he looks like?”
The thought flushed my face. “Sometimes. I dunno. It’s my fantasy, the stranger who’ll fuck me like I need to be fucked. Seeing his face might kill it. Make it too real, you know? Before you know it we’d be chilling out for TV nights, and then we’d be doing the shopping together. Maybe he’d even give me a ride in his truck, let me toot the horn.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Yeah, that’s bad. That’s not what I want. I don’t want to drift into a normal crappy life with someone who makes me feel so alive.”
“And if it didn’t drift? If it was something good?”
How I wished. I really wished. “He’s married, technically. And who knows? He might like watching soaps and eating couscous. He might like sleeping with his socks on in bed, and organising food in colour order in the fridge.”
She laughed. “Ok, Figi, if you say so. I give you a month before you’ve fallen for him, and then see how much of a deal breaker couscous and socks in bed are.”
The flutter in my stomach told me she was wrong.
It wouldn’t be a month. It was already happening.
Jason knew my schedule and it showed. He called the minute I signed off from my shift.
“Are you sure you’re ok, dirty girl? Maybe I should have been there.”
“I’m good,” I said, and I meant it. “It was crazy.”
“Crazy good or crazy fucked up?”
“Both.”
He was silent for a long moment. “How is your week, Gemma?”
“It’s filled with a dirty bad stranger. I can’t seem to keep my mind off him.”
“Good. I like that.”
Do you? Really? Do you think of me?
“And yours, Jason? How is your week? Trucks trucking on schedule?”
He sighed. “I’ve had better weeks.”
“Tell me about it,” I groaned. “My friend Chelsea caused a whirlwind of drama last weekend. I’m just waiting for the fallout. She’s brought it all on herself. Friends, eh? What can you do?”
The tone in his voice was strangely demanding. “What happened?”