Dark Nights (3 page)

As they both watched the man, frustrated, trapped behind the glass, Breeze felt Seb fondle her buttocks in one cool hand, pulling her upwards. Then, she yelped as she felt his tongue come down over her exposed crack, warm, slippery, eager, hungry. He started to lap her up hungrily, to lick at her, to tongue her sweet pinkness. The sensation was glorious. No man had ever approached her brazenly from behind in such startling intimacy. The smuttiness of it fired her to arch her back, spread her knees and buck against him, to work herself up and down on the fingers pounding inside her.

The man at the window had opened it now, was leaning out desperate to steal a better look. And as he did so, Breeze saw him unzip his trousers and pull out his cock. Just as he frantically started to pull at it, the train jumped into life and rolled away. A low chuckle emanated from her throat to think of the voyeur missing the best bit, missing the climax because she could feel, she knew, very shortly, that Seb was going to bring her to that magical place. To a place she had never been before. To a place she had only read of and now was about to experience. And his touch was so expert, so controlled, she knew any second now as his fingers worked faster, ever faster he would bring her there. She clutched on to the rough wool of the seats, felt the train rock back and forth, felt its vibration churning up through her knees through her thighs and straight to the soft swimmy core of her cunny. Glorious, extraordinary sensations sent waves of ecstasy over and over again where Seb’s tongue licked and probed and pointed mercilessly. As he worked at her, taking her up, up, making her sweat, she heard him grunt, ‘Are you ready? Are you ready for me to make you come?’ Oh God, was she ever? She was readier now than she had ever been, nothing and no one had made her want like this, made her need like this till she thought she would burst if he didn’t bring her to fulfilment. 

‘Yes, yes’ she screamed the words, over the pounding train noise, couldn’t help herself. He rose instantly from his knees, still with his back to her he grabbed her around her straining breasts and pushed his fingers down the front of her sopping wet panties. There, immediately, he found the almost painfully swollen bud which was crying out to be stimulated. Like a jeweller, polishing a precious diamond, he placed the soft pad of his thumb against her aching clit, whilst thrusting a strong erect digit deep into her sex and moved each in glorious, mind blowing unison. Breeze could barely stand it any longer, her tits tender and raw in his grasp, he MUST bring her off, she would die if he didn’t. ‘More,’ her voice croaked, then louder, ‘more, more please. Harder, much harder.’ And he did. So gorgeously he did, rubbed, moulding and rolling, pushing and whisking around her clit, deep into her tight little opening until finally in one totally and utterly mind blowing push and thrust, she felt the orgasm explode like an earthquake through her entire body. Starting at the tip of her clit it came, he kept working her until she came again and again, and again shuddering, pounding like the train’s wheels thundering on the tracks. Would he ever release her? No, he was enjoying being the master too much, forcing her to climax over and over, juddering her body against him, moulding her into the hard, stiff erection that pushed into her back until finally, exhausted and crumbling, she collapsed onto the seat in front of him. He exhaled, his short breaths telling her that he had achieved his objective, he had brought her to the precipice and taken her over it. He had won but so had she. She felt sated, waves of exhilaration drifted over her body. Her first orgasm, the first time she had been aroused enough, the first time a man had taken such a commanding lead with her and brought her there. She lay dreamily, as if she were floating on a cloud.

He sat next to her; he placed her head in his lap. He stroked her forehead. She nestled small there. Then in a show of tenderness she found surprising, he placed butterfly kisses on her forehead. Soft and light he helped her come down from ecstasy into sheer, restful delight. He wasn’t to know it was her first orgasm. She wouldn’t tell him. But possibly he sensed something amazing had happened to the woman lying before him. They weren’t friends, they weren’t lovers in the proper sense but perhaps under that razor sharp exterior, there was somewhere hidden inside him a human being who sensed another’s extraordinary moment.

Chapter Four

THE TRAIN BEGAN TO slow; the last of the evening seagulls swooped and cried in the sky announcing their arrival. Brighton station was coming into view. Breeze regained her control, stood herself up and covered herself but couldn’t help seeing Seb’s erection tight against his trousers, magnificent and unspent. Although she resented his hold over her she knew she was as excited as him as to what the evening would bring. He had stayed in control, had allowed his cock to harden but not to climax, but she was determined as they stepped out of the train that she was going to be in control of the rest of the evening.

‘So where are we going now?’ he asked. 

As they walked down Pavilion Parade, it felt odd. It felt as if they should be holding hands like all the other couples jostling towards the sea front. They’d shared intimacy and yet this was still just a business arrangement.

‘To the pier, it’s where everybody goes.’

‘I’ve never been to Brighton before.’

She turned wide green eyes on him as they made their way around the Pavilion with its extravagant turks cap roofs lit up for night time. ‘You’ve never been to Brighton? I would have thought every Londoner had been here.’

‘Not me. I’ve only ever devoted my life to making money. Ever since I was a teenager I don’t think I’ve ever done anything or been anywhere without that one express purpose. Fun hasn’t been top of the agenda, and that’s what people come here for, isn’t it?’

‘Absolutely, the whole place is a pleasure dome, shopping, swimming, cavorting, eating.’

‘Sex.’

‘Yes.’ Her nipples hardened when she saw the expectation shining in his eyes. She even blushed to think of what they had just shared, on a train, with a spectator. ‘It’s the original dirty weekend location.’

‘So, you’re going to take me to the Grand Hotel, are you?’

‘No way, big-shot, that would be too boringly predictable. Tonight, you’re roughing it. Besides I’ve got something much more thrilling in mind.’

As if driven by her words, he grasped her hand, enclosing it like a bear’s paw holding a mouse’s. Normally cool, she found it was warm in the night time air as he steered her carefully between the traffic, across Marine Parade and onto the wooden boards of the pier. He was stunningly good looking, she thought, as girls gawped with their friends watching him striding by, his dark coat blowing behind him in the wind. But intimidating. People stepped aside for him. It suddenly struck Breeze to wonder why on earth he was doing this. With his wealth he could have had countless women, gone to all the exotic places on earth she could only dream about. And yet he’d chosen her, a straightforward working girl who didn’t even like him. She guessed it was a billionaire’s privilege to be contrary. They walked down past the tacky jewellery booths, past the ghost train and the helter skelter. At the end of the pier, they stood in front of the garish lights of The Crazy Mouse, listening to couples’ screams on the Galaxia. The sweet sickliness of pink candy floss tinged the air and the sound of frying doughnuts at the stalls echoed the excesses of a place solely designed for indulgence. ‘That’s where I’m taking you.’ Breeze pointed upwards and there, on the edge of the pier, soaring high above the sea was the Air Diver Super Booster. ‘That thing scares the hell out of me.’ As her chin craned upwards to watch the massive crane-like structure rise slowly upwards, even Breeze felt queasy. She was conscious of Seb gripping her hand harder as they watched the capsule with its wary looking inhabitants climb ever skywards, piercing the night sky. A small coterie of expectant watchers had gathered in silence, their mouths open. When like a stone dropping, the capsule shot downwards, the people inside screeched at the top of their voices, the watchers underneath ducking as it shot past like a giant pendulum, rising in the opposite direction to drop again and scare people nearly to death once more. ‘I’ve always loved this place; it’s wild and crazy, a place to escape to.’

‘That’s where you’re going to entertain me, is it?’ Seb looked intrigued, a spark of adventure, the uncharacteristic sense of pleasure for pleasure’s sake gave his expression a new animation.

‘That’s it,’ Breeze pulled him over to the ride’s entrance. ‘You said I had to make it good and believe me this ride is going to be the best. Not scared are you?’ she taunted.

He threw his head back in amusement emitting a throaty laugh more energised than she would have credited for a money-making-machine like Seb Dark. So, he could have fun if he really tried. 

The fairground man said, ‘Take your shoes off both of you and leave them on these shelves. The Booster’s 130 feet tall and you’ll be going up 38 metres above the crowd. We don’t want anything dropping on passers by from that height. He strapped Seb and Breeze in securely opposite each other. Two other seats stayed empty, no one else daring to ride this one. ‘There you are, safe and sound. Enjoy the ride.’ He winked. It was like being in a straightjacket. Seb looked at Breeze, his composure steely as they moved up, suspended in the air. ‘It gives me butterflies going up this high,’ Breeze said but Seb’s look was entirely challenging, waiting for her to make her move. The tension mounted with every foot they climbed. She wanted to catch him just at the right moment, get him exactly as the fear and the exhilaration were about to begin. She looked at him straight on.

Seb thought he’d never seen eyes that green. In the half light they were like a sultry feline’s, always challenging, always gutsy. But behind them and behind the “look at me” blonde hair was a subtle, captivating beauty he couldn’t take his eyes off. Seeing her, tasting her on the train had ignited him so that he’d almost dragged her here. What the hell she was going to do this perilously high in the air he had no idea until she started to wriggle and squirm and slide downwards in her seat. She just managed to prop her feet up to settle on his knees. A little more wriggling and she managed to get her stockinged feet into his lap. ‘Undo your zip,’ she invited. 

He swore feet were one of a woman’s most underrated erotic instruments. Breeze’s enticed him. They were, like the rest of her, beautiful. Dainty, long, athletic-looking, sheathed smuttily in the sheer black stockings. As she positioned herself, he glimpsed the tantalising sight up her skirt of the delights he had tasted earlier, her neat chestnut bush hiding her strawberry pinkness. It had been a surprise but now he realised the blonde hair was just part of the facade she had built up. Who was the real Breeze? That was the challenge.

They rose ever higher, the pier below now nothing more than a thin strip, the people clusters of pinheads. His excitement began to mount. He eagerly dragged the zip downwards and freed his cock from its boxers. She had nearly brought him to fruition earlier with her rear display, as brazen as a whore, as classy as a duchess but he had held back. He was a master of delayed gratification; well used to slow, deliberate business deals. Holding back always gave him a greater thrill in the end. 

He was already erect, had never really softened from her escapades on the train. His cock ached now with tension as she placed her stockinged feet around it. The bulbous head peeked out as she expertly gripped and started pulling and pushing, so, so gently, her knees splayed apart, her green triangled silkiness displayed for his delectation. Her smooth white thighs glowing in the moonlight. The funfair ride had momentarily peaked in mid-air, had reached its zenith prior to tumbling. They were held there in the night sky, increasing the excitement, ratcheting up the expectation. Seb’s cock was afire now, brimful and ready to shoot as Breeze massaged it firmly. He gripped the sides of the ride, his knuckles whitening. But still he held back, and still Breeze worked at his jerking cock. The pressure was almost too much to bear, his balls tweaked, her feet went up and down, the stockings stroking his shaft, the tip emitting a bead of precome. 

She knew exactly how to work him, how to cause his blood to pump, how to splay her wares so that his eyes couldn’t leave her beautiful crack. Her feet encased him, squeezed the top of his cock, rode over the sensitive head, driving him wild, so that he almost grabbed himself and finished the job. And yet he knew what she was doing, she was waiting, her timing perfect knowing that the sensations would be intensified once they were flung downwards. That would be her cue to rub fast, so fast she would bring him to … And then it happened. They were plummeting, descending through the air; his heart leaped into his mouth, a rush of adrenalin like a snort of cocaine zoomed to his prick, made him yell out loud. And at exactly that point Breeze wanked his shaft, faster, faster, faster with an expert pressure that made him climax so violently, so deliciously that a spray of creamy come shot out so far and so fast he thought he would never finish, projecting as they pitched through the night air, away, across the sea, far away into the crashing waves below. The sexual release was like ejecting a cannon, like shooting an arrow. Leaving him panting, gasping for air, a thundering roaring in his ears. Expertly, as the fairground ride pendulum-like swung upwards then down again, she eased the pressure but carefully finished him off, a smile spreading across her face, as satisfied as the cat who’s lapped the last of the cream.

She was incredible, mind-blowing, better than any drug. She’d sucked everything out of him. He gasped and laughed like a baby. Something about the terror of the ride, combined with her ice coolness had taken him to heights he’d never imagined. At that point, watching her grin of satisfaction, knowing that she had got as much out of giving pleasure as he had of receiving it, he knew he wanted to possess her. Had to know the sensation of being inside her. Totally claiming her. When, when would that come? It would be the ultimate. He had to have it.