Billion Dollar Stranger - Stephanie Brother Page 0,14

so they’re spread wide. “I want to look at your pussy while I get dressed.”

As he pulls on his clothes, he keeps his eyes between my legs, and I can’t control the way my pussy moves, clenching for his cock. My body wants to fuck him again, but in reality, I’m way too sore. Anyway, he’s fully dressed before I could stupidly suggest it, and it seems he’s going to leave me wanting.

As he’s about to depart, he runs his hands between my thighs and presses a finger just inside me again. I’m so swollen that it feels as big as a cock. “I won’t forget this,” he says, and I sigh. He pulls his finger out and puts it to his mouth, tasting my arousal before walking to the door.

“I think you probably will,” I say quietly. “But I won’t. I’ll never tell a soul about what we did, but you’ll be my dirty little secret.”

He turns, and his eyes seem so fierce that I feel as though they might have the power to devour me or turn me into dust. I think he might come closer again or try to have the last word – he seems to like to have the upper hand – but he doesn’t.

And he doesn’t say goodbye.

When he closes the door quietly behind him, I get up, take another miniature bottle of whiskey from the minifridge and spend a while savoring the flavor, thinking how I will always recall the taste of him whenever I drink it. I go to sleep naked, relishing the slip of the sheets over the sharp points of my sore nipples as I remember the feel of his tongue, his mouth, and his cock.

And I take back a piece of me that Jonathan stole.

7

NICOLE

The next morning, I wake feeling bruised around my hips and in my shoulder joints; delicious reminders of what happened with my stranger. I lie for a while in my tangled sheets, remembering his face. Those eyes that could be soft, intense, focused, and domineering, all within a minute, his hands that were huge and strong but soft against my skin and fingers that created nerve-tingling sensations wherever they caressed.

And his body.

God, his body had been something else. My other three exes look like boys in comparison. My stranger was lean but muscular; massive biceps, broad chest, and a stomach that an army of women could have washed their clothes on for days. I wish he'd let me touch him. I wish I'd gotten to appreciate everything he had going on. For the first time in my life, my tongue actually longed to lick a man's skin.

It's weird to think about someone that I know so intimately but will never see again. I'm not really sure how to deal with my feelings. Our encounter was seriously hot and totally outside anything I had ever done before. I mean, he tied me up, ordered me around, and did things to me in a cold and clinical way that had me panting and moaning and coming harder than I thought I could bear.

God, when he spread my legs and then eased open my lips, looking at my pussy with those hungry eyes, I swear I couldn't breathe. And his words. The dirty things he said just made everything so much hotter.

Thinking about him and reliving it has my pussy tingling all over again, something I definitely need to get rid of before my meeting today. It doesn't take me long to make myself come so hard with a mind full of filthy thoughts inspired by a man whose name is still a mystery. It's blissful and empty all at the same time.

In the bathroom, I study my body, trying to see what he saw. My hipbones are more prominent than I remember, probably from all the days of being unable to eat after discovering Jonathan's betrayal. My thinness suddenly angers me. Why did I punish myself when it was him at fault? I should have pampered myself, nurtured my soul with my favorite foods and wine, and spent time with friends instead of languishing at home and drowning myself in work.

I have marks around my nipples where my stranger nipped and pinched, and the ends of them are reddish pink from his ministrations. I run my palms over them, remembering how it felt when he cupped my breast at the end. It was a possessive and affectionate gesture that didn't really fit his other actions.

The shower is