Chapter 9

Turning the key in the lock Sandy pushed open the door to her small flat and breathed a sigh of relief. Home.

The door clicked shut behind her, loud in the silence and she let out a small, startled squeak. The surprise encounter in the alley with the stranger from last night had shaken her up more than she'd expected. And yes, she knew she shouldn't have been walking home alone but Rob rushing off after their date had upset her more than she was willing to admit. Walking had seemed the only way to let off steam.

Leaning back against the door she took deep calming breaths, trying to get herself under control again. If she was honest, she hadn't been so much scared by the stranger as turned on. The same effect he'd had on her in bar, she acknowledged. There was just something about him that made her go weak at the knees when he was around, and somehow she'd known he would never intentionally hurt her. Women's intuition perhaps. In fact he'd seemed more angry at the thought that someone else might harm her. It was nice to feel cared for, she thought regretfully. If only Rob was like that...

The harsh buzzing of the intercom system made her jump again, her heart racing as she wondered who would be calling round at this time of night. It could only be Rob!

She smiled as she tripped happily down the stairs, all thought of the stranger forgotten in the joy of seeing Rob again. Trying to wipe the grin off her face she tugged open the front door then froze.

"Oh!" she said in shock. That was all she managed to get out before the strangers mouth descended on hers, the kiss hard and punishing and oh so arousing.

Pushing her into the communal hallway he kicked the door shut behind him and she winced at the sound. The neighbours would not be pleased.

His hand snaked round the back of her head, holding her immobile as his lips continued their bruising kiss. With a moan she succumbed, all thought flying from her head as her fingers tangled in his hair and her tongue danced with his.

Pushing her back against the wall, he pressed against her and she could feel the proof of his arousal pressed hard against her stomach. Warmth pooled between her thighs and she squirmed against him, wanting to be closer, needing to touch him. He seemed to have the same idea.

His calloused hands tugged at her top, pushing it up and over her head so that her arms were pinned behind her by the sleeves. Not stopping to remove the rest of it he bent his head to her breast, sucking and teasing her nipples with his teeth through the lacy covering of her bra.

Biting her lips, she struggled not to moan at the sensations coursing through her. Each tug of his mouth on her breast seemed to trigger an echoing longing between her legs. When he pulled down her bra to expose her hard nipples to his warm wet tongue she wriggled helplessly, her back arching as she tried desperately to get nearer to the source of her pleasure.

The rough rasp of his stubble across her sensitive skin was in sharp contrast to the softness of his mouth. She wanted to grab his head and pull him closer as he teasingly rubbed his cheek over her hard nipples, the combination of pain/pleasure almost too much as she fought to free her arms from the constricting material of her top.

With a shock she felt her jeans being pushed down to her ankles, she hadn't even felt him undoing them, so caught up was she in the feeling of his mouth on her breast. With a groan he knelt before her and she could only watch as his head moved closer to the source of her aching need. His hot breath on her skin made her shiver, his tongue and lips pressing teasing kisses at the very top of her thighs.

At the first touch of his tongue against her damp panties her hips bucked involuntarily. She couldn't help it, it felt so good to have him touch her there. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her still, imprisoned by her clothes and the sensations he was arousing with just his mouth, she was utterly helpless, utterly his.

His teeth bit into the waistband of her panties, yanking them down without using his hands. She thought she'd never seen anything more erotic, then his mouth was back against her, his tongue delving between her dripping folds and rational thought became impossible.

His teeth nipped teasingly as his tongue tantalisingly flicked over her swollen clitoris. She could feel the tension building inside of her as his tongue became more frantic, drawing sweeping circles as she shook from the effort of trying to stay upright, the only thing holding her up was his hands on her hips and the wall behind her, her legs were weak with pleasure and she was sure if he let go she'd collapse in front of him right there in the hallway.

Sucking hard on her mound he thrust his tongue deep inside her and that was it. With a shuddering moan she came, feeling his tongue lap more gently against her now, taking the time to taste her, to drink in the juices of her orgasm.