Exposed (The Alpha Stranger) Book 2 (8 page)

I stare at that nice, juicy dick. Oh, how I missed it. I give my lover the best possible blowjob that I can imagine. My hands grab that perfect ass of his. He grabs the back of my head and forces me to swallow every inch of his manhood. Trust me, he doesn’t need to force me to do anything with his body. I am more than happy to oblige. As I am sucking off my lover, I am reminded how exposed we are as the cool breeze brushes against my naked body. My lover pulls my head away from his cock and pushes me onto the ground. He gets on top of me, pushes my legs apart and goes deep.

“Oh yeah!” I cry out as I feel his cock inside of me. Now, I know my lover is back! He drills me so well that I claw his back with my fingernails. He one ups the ante by sinking his teeth into my shoulders. We begin to really hurt each other. I scratch his back again. This time, I believe I may have drawn blood. Well, that is not stopping my anonymous lover by a long shot. He turns me over and fucks me from behind while pushing my face into the grass. That handsome stud spanks my ass and pulls my hair while ordering me to, “take every fucking inch.”

My lover fucks me harder and harder. I feel my body ready to climax. I scream at the top of my voice. My anonymous lover forces my face into the grass in order to stifle my screams. Dammit. That big dick is killing me. All the blood is rushing to my head. I bite my lower lip and cum. My lover growls like an animal and calls me his, “little fucking sex toy” as he reaches his climax. By the time we are done, our bodies just collapse onto the grass. We are both lying on our backs. I look over at my lover’s cock, still throbbing from our spontaneous fuck session. I grab that dick and stroke it while my lover plays with my nipples. We kiss. And without saying a word, all is forgiven.

“What the fuck is that?!” I ask as I sense a light rolling over both of our bodies. My lover looks up and sees a Beach Patrol SUV shining a light in our direction. The vehicle is about one hundred feet away. We quickly gather our clothes and scamper over to a nearby condo complex right on the beach. The two of us giggle as we struggle to put our clothing back on.

“Looks like I am about to ruin your music career,” my anonymous lover says as he zips his pants back up.

“What do you mean?”



“You won’t have anymore sad songs to write.”

“I’ll just start writing songs about getting fucked, doggy-style, on the beach.”

We walk back to the bar. The bartender rushes over to me, “Where did you go?!”



“I had to take a little break.”

“Are you going to play any more songs tonight?”

“Yeah, maybe a few more. Then I’m going to take the rest of the night off.”

The bartender does a double take. “Well, you look a hell of a lot better tonight than you did last night.”

Oh yeah, a nice make-up fuck will do that to a girl.

I skip back to the piano with a spring to my step. I’m sure I have a “freshly fucked” look on my face. I begin to play. My anonymous lover sits down at a table right in front of my piano. There may be three hundred people inside the Arrow Bar but I only see one person. I see my man. I play for him.

The music coming out of my hands is pure sex. I lock eyes with my lover and begin to sing to him. It’s not a song. It’s a seduction. “You sexy motherfucker,” I purr. “Why do you do that to me?” I continue to improvise as the crowd is stunned into silence. The handsome stranger begins to slowly touch himself as I play for him. I open my legs slightly. I move like a snake as I start to simply moan into the microphone. I can hear some people in the crowd say, “Holy Fuck!” Yeah, I’m pushing this about as far as I can push this.

My music picks up as I blurt out lyrics like, “Choke me, slap me, fuck me.” I slowly begin to realize that my song is a musical manifestation of the sex that I’ve been having with my anonymous lover. My hands dance across the keys while the object of my affection develops one hell of a bulge in his pants. While I play, I lean over and seductively sip on a straw sticking out of my rum and Coke. Then I lick my lips. That’s enough for my lover to unzip his pants and start touching himself under the table. I smile at my lover and silently mouth the words, “pull it out.”

Well, my lover isn’t shy about showing off that thick monster in his pants. He is so hard, my face turns red. I continue to play while my anonymous lover gets off at the table right in front of me. As I sing, I can’t help but be inspired by that nice hard rod less than five feet away from me. “Let me ride you until I hurt. Let me show you how my hips work,” I sing as my lover jerks himself off like a horny teenager.

I play faster and faster until my song comes to a climax. I finish my song to thundering applause. My lover, though, is still hard. He doesn’t want to finish in his own hand. Oh no, he grabs me from the piano and pulls me out of the bar. It looks like I’m about to have a second engagement with that nice big dick!

My lover pulls me around to an alleyway. He turns me around and makes me face the wall.  He pulls my jeans down around my ankles. I hear my lover unzip his pants. Damn, he can’t even wait to pull down my thong. My lover begins to dry hump my ass cheeks. He runs his hands up my shirt and plays with my tits while he bites my neck. “I can’t get over you. Your young little body is like cocaine for my cock,” my lover says as he finally pulls down my thong.

I feel that man enter me hard and deep. He pulls my hair and fucks me just the way I like it. My anonymous lover pumps me nice and hard as I scream out to the heavens. At this point, I’m surprised no one has called the police. I must sound like I’m being killed! My lover muffles my mouth. That doesn’t do much good. That dick is so deep into me that I begin to bite down on his fingers. My anonymous lover corrects my behavior by choking me out while he continues to have his way with my body.

The air is starting to get cut off from my brain. I don’t have enough of a voice to beg for some oxygen. I just take that dick and hope that I don’t black out before I cum. My lover fucks me harder and faster. I feel that orgasm coming on stronger. My lover pulls my body back towards his and screams out a string of curses as he cums. I am released from that deathly choke hold, causing me to crumble to the ground. I open my mouth wide, trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible. My lover takes advantage of my open mouth and starts to fuck my face. Even though I can barely breathe, I am not about to pass up the chance to give my lover what he wants most. I grab that ass and suck off every inch.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” my lover cries. Apparently, his cock is super-sensitive and my talented tongue and lips are too much for him. He tries to pull my head away but it is too late. Once I get the taste for my lover’s cock, there is nothing stopping me. I slide my lips up and down that shaft at full speed. My lover is begging me to stop. He starts slapping the side of my head. It’s no use, honey. Your cock is mine! My lover slaps the brick wall in front of him while I hold his cock hostage in my mouth. After a full minute of post-orgasmic sucking, I release my anonymous lover. He falls to one knee while holding his throbbing dick in his hands. It looks like I’ve outdone myself this time.

My lover looks at me with sweat beading down his face. “You are going to pay for that,” he growls.

“Oh, I hope so,” I remark with a smile.

The handsome stranger zips himself up. He gathers himself and stands up straight while I bask in the post-orgasmic glow in the middle of a dingy Santa Monica alleyway. My lover pulls me out into the sidewalk and pushes me up against a wall. He leans in and stares at me until our noses are nearly touching each other.

“Two days ago, I wanted to push you away forever. Now, I don’t want to let you go. I have become obsessed with you. So obsessed that I have been considering doing the one thing that I have vowed to never do in my life. I want to draw you into my life.”

Those words thrill me more than any orgasm. I bite my lower lip and smile. My lover puts his right hand against my face. “You see this poses a problem,” he says. “How do I draw you into my life without having you learn too much about me? I have tortured myself all day with this question. Now I have come up with a solution. Turn around,” my lover demands.

I turn around and face the brick wall to the Arrow Bar. I feel my lover’s necktie fall over my eyes. I am blindfolded. “I am going to take you home. But you are not going to know where. You will be kept at my estate as my personal sex slave. If you wish to leave, you will have to do so with your eyes blinded.”

My heart begins to race. Of course I want to go with my anonymous lover. I want to learn more about his life. But how am I supposed to live in a place when I don’t even know where that “place” is located. Oh, I can’t say, “no.” Let’s face it, I am so turned on my now, my body starves for this man’s very touch.

“I will submit to you. And I will respect your privacy,” I announce.

“Good. Perhaps, if you are a girl good, I will reward you with peeks into my private life.”

“I would very much like that.”

My lover grabs me and walks me down the street. I have no idea where we are going. We turn a corner and continue to walk. “Here we are,” my lover says. “Get in the car.”

I sit down into a car that feels very low to the ground.



“Are we inside your car?”

“Yes,” my lover says as he closes the door. I feel around the car. Then I hear the door open to the other side of the car. My lover sits down next to me.

“Did you take a peek?” he asks.

“No. Are we in your black car?”

“Yes. We’re in my Ferrari.”

My lover turns on the engine. The sound is deafening. I can feel my body tremble to the sound of the exotic car’s massive engine. We speed out of the parking space and race down the street. I feel around for something to grab.

“How fast are we going?!” I ask nervously.

“Just 80.”

“Are we still on a side street?!”

“Yeah.”

Oh great. Going 80 on a side street, in Santa Monica, is terrifying enough. Being blindfolded doesn’t help. I feel the car make a sharp turn. Now it feels like we are going faster and faster. “Ah!” I squeal as my body is pinned to the passenger’s seat.

My lover begins to laugh. “Looks like you are in for more than you bargained for!” he says as he pumps the gas and accelerates.

“What road are we on?!” I ask.

“Now you are asking too many questions. I don’t need you to know where we are going.”

“Are we on a Freeway?”

“Don’t worry. There are no cars ahead of us right now. I’ve pretty much passed all of them. You’re safer in my car than you are in anybody else vehicle right now,” my lover says as he runs one of his hands across my right thigh. Alright, now I am starting to feel a little more comfortable. I spread my legs apart slightly. My lover moves his hand up my inner thigh and begins to rub me between my legs. Even though I am wearing jeans, the sensation is still nice and rewarding.

“I hope I am not distracting you from the road,” I say.

“Well, if we do crash, this will be hard to explain to the California Highway Patrol.”

“Yeah, especially the blindfold,” I add.

The car picks up more speed. My lover’s hand wanders from between my legs to my chest. He begins to squeeze my tits. I try to unbutton my blouse. Even though I cannot see, my fingers are nimble enough to get myself half-undressed.

“Looks like you are making it even harder for me to keep my eyes on the road,” my lover says.

I try my best to unhook my bra. After a few seconds of fumbling around, I get topless for my man. I can’t help but play with my own nipples for a while.

“Oh fuck,” my lover says. I feel the car verve off of the paved road. I scream. “Don’t worry. We’re just pulling over for a minute. I need to taste your tits right now.”

My lover’s tongue and lips explore my body. This is so much more intense with the blindfold on. I grab on to the back of his head and let my lover enjoy my tits. I feel those strong hands unbutton my jeans. There is not much room in the Ferrari. I can hear my lover grunt as he tries to pull every article of clothing off of my body. After much pulling and cursing, my jeans come off. Then my lover goes for my thong. Before I know it, the only thing I am wearing is a blindfold and a smile.