Quiver (a Suspenseful Romance Novel) (3 page)

W
e sat
with our backs to the door, facing the rails in front, and I was unable to see if anyone was getting on. I’d been so engrossed in my own little fantasy that I’d missed the train pulling into the station and was unaware if there’d been any people waiting on the platform. It would be too obvious if I had turned to look.

After a few agonising moments, the train took off again. The hand entwined with his was beginning to get clammy, and I felt a bead of sweat starting to form upon the surface of my skin.

Perhaps, under normal circumstances I may have found his silence creepy, but I was enjoying our comfortable silence — our after-glow, as it were. It was interesting to reflect back upon my past romantic relationships and how tiresome they had been in comparison, chugging along at a predictable pace. It was like going over the same unwavering tracks again and again. And in each of the one-night stands, only two in all, I’d known the other participants: names, where they’d studied at university, what they did for a living. They’d been acquaintances, friends of friends, ones that you’d always run into on a Friday night down at the local club.

I’d thought I’d been daring taking them to my bed. But they were no more than quick, tipsy fumbles under the sheets… nothing special. In comparison, tonight had outdone any previous sexual adventure, and I was sober to boot. There wasn’t any going back now; my eyes had been pulled wide open to reveal a new enticing world, filled with glorious sensations I hoped to experience.

It seemed trite, but looking around the carriage, everything was clearer, brighter and more colourful, as if I’d been myopic all my life and only now experienced the wonders of corrective lenses or laser eye surgery. No longer was I restricted to greys, browns and beiges. I had colours that I could taste and feel with my whole being.

There was no other way to put it: He was smouldering hot. Classical features that made you look twice and linger over the tiny flaws or imperfections that added to his beauty.

The light flickered again and died. His face was no longer visible, now bathed in the greys of shadow. I released my hand from his… I wanted to see the colours once more. My wild side had been awakened, and with my free hand resting upon his left thigh, I started to trace concentric circles, gradually moving closer to his groin.

I could feel him respond as I knew he would; I felt an enlarging beneath the material I was teasing. Using my fingertips, I felt along his hardening shaft while my heart thudded against my chest, pulsating with excitement.

And as I had imagined, I swivelled and moved to my knees between his parted legs, impatient to please him.

I
never envisaged
the buzz one could feel while giving a good head; it was empowering. I took him in my small warm hand and teased the tip of his penis with my gentle caress until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Licking my plump lips, I leaned forward.

“Oh yes, kiss my cock,” he pleaded. I felt wicked and pulled back. Delicately I moved my hand up and down his cock with excruciating slowness; his thick muscle tensed, and I felt my own pleasure between my legs pulse and overflow.

Accustomed to the low incandescence, I looked up at his shaded face – it was wild with hunger. I wet my lips and bent forward, kissing the tip of his swollen, sensitive head. Slowly parting my sultry mouth, I wrapped my lips around his cock and tasted him fully. Rising back up, I circled the top of his penis with swift and masterful movements, discovering talents I never knew I had.

I could hear his gasps with each new directional change. He placed his hand on my bobbing head and laced his fingers through my hair, and I prepared myself for the forceful pull or rough grasp, but it never came. He was considerate even during his most out-of-control moment. And for that I wanted to please him more.

Reaching for one of his hands, I guided it to my breast. I felt an attentive squeeze as he understood what I urged him to do.

He searched under my blouse to find my aroused, waiting mounds. Once there, skin on skin, he cupped my breasts and pinched each nipple. I hummed, the sound vibrating up his cock as I continued, faster and faster. I squeezed my thighs together, imagining him deep inside my pussy, greedy for release.

I struggled for breath but couldn’t stop. He was so close to the edge… His hands on my breasts abruptly changed to a firm, unrelenting hold. Another sweep, another flick of my lashing tongue was all it would take.

He howled, his pelvis writhing beneath me; he jerked as his creamy seed erupted in my hot mouth. A second later, as if in answer, I burst, gushing in delight. Satisfied, I savoured the precious moment and felt the warmth spreading outward, knowing I’d soon be ravenous for more.

T
he train emerged
from the earth, and the sound around us changed; it was no longer muted by the enclosure of the tunnel. It sped towards its next destination as rain peppered the windows. Each droplet resting on the glass created a kaleidoscope of coloured glints that were emitted from the suburban lights.

Without a word needing to be spoken, we tidied ourselves up. After my brief moment of confidence, I was once again shy. I turned from him as I started to button up my blouse and pondered why sexual acts became so damn embarrassing after the fact.

Regardless of the reasons, it was my instinct to hide, to cover up my bare flesh as if I were ashamed of what I’d done with my body, my mouth, my mind. I was slowly learning, though, that I couldn’t hide from the person I was or was becoming. I had to embrace her. Shifting my body, I faced him. My hands hovered over the loose buttons, my breasts still showing, full and perky. With a quick and expert twist, the clasp of my bra popped open. I pulled down the looped straps and threaded my arms through, removing it completely. I dangled the bra from the tip of my index finger, displayed it to him proudly and then dropped it to the floor, discarded.

“I like you looking at me,” I said, not believing it was me speaking.

He took in my unadorned chest. My rosy buds hardened as he watched me as I fastened the fiddly buttons one by one; the prominent nubs spoilt the lie of the smooth fabric.

“Then why cover yourself back up?” he asked.

“I’m sure these little things wouldn’t stand in your way for long if you wanted another peek,” I replied cheekily.

He grinned. I nearly came again seeing the slight tilt of his head, the mischievous look in his eyes and the bulging hard-on trying to escape his trousers.

Rising suddenly to his feet, he guided me towards the window and pressed me against it. We swayed when the carriage tilted as it passed through a bend before an upcoming open-air station.

Our bodies were so close, his weight upon me, and it was hard to breathe. I reached down and felt the outline of his manhood. He nuzzled into my neck and kissed his way up to my waiting mouth. Our tongues eagerly sought each other. He clasped his hands on my ample butt, kneading the soft flesh, and hauled me in tighter.

The train pulled into the station and the platform was brimming with people, their heads bowed, damp umbrellas overhead.

“I want you now,” he stated plainly, looking me straight in the eye.

“What?” I gasped, not understanding. I knew it was what we both wanted, but surely, he wasn’t going to have me right here in this fully lit carriage, with a public audience to cheer us on. He started to grind against me; the friction against my skin felt delicious and I couldn’t help but get excited. Passengers had begun to step on and find their seats. Multiple sets of eyes were upon us.

“You’ve lost your mind, not here!” I hissed as I planted my hands on his chest and tried to push him away.

“In that case, you have to promise to do something for me,” he said. Slipping a hand between my thighs, daring to move it higher. I blushed. People were going to see.

“Anything… I promise. Just as long as you take me — hard,” I replied.

Without another thought, he took my hand, and we stumbled off the train and out into the drizzling dusk. I glanced back over my shoulder as we ran and watched a woman take up residence in our vacant seats. I giggled when comprehension registered on her worn, dry face as she picked up my abandoned bra and held it at arm’s length.

I
let him lead me
, not caring where we were going, trusting in his decision. He had got me this far, and now I wanted him to take me all the way.

We moved past a small crowd drifting towards the exit of the station, and we weaved and darted in between the slower walkers. Raising my head up to the night sky, I let the fine rain coat my skin, and my hair thickened as it drew in the moisture. It was good to be in the open. Refreshing and alive.

Oblivious to my surroundings during our short journey on foot, I took pleasure in watching my leader, in seeing the slight tilt of his head as he considered which direction to take. His darting eyes searched the urban canvas for our next haven.

I studied the nape of his neck and his chocolate-brown cropped hair; I imagined once again running my hands through it and breathing him in.

We stopped at a pedestrian crossing, waiting our turn to cross through the heavy traffic, and we caught our breath. I looked down at my chest and noticed the rain had saturated my limited clothing. My blouse was now sheer, with the rose tint of my skin shining through from beneath.

He watched me, taking note of my gaze.

“I’m so wet,” I announced to him, partly in declaration and partly to shock him.

Before he could respond, I asked, “So, tell me what you had in mind… What do you want me to do?”

“Not here.”

“Could it get me fired?” I enquired, eager to please and frustrated at his evasiveness.

“Potentially. Forget about it for now. Just think about where my tongue will be in the next five minutes,” he whispered.

My vagina contracted in excitement, and I felt a huge impulse to touch myself right there in the middle of the street with headlights showcasing the entire scene.

“You promise?” I asked, with a lingering hint of desperation.

He laughed, nodding.

We crossed the road and walked down a quiet side street. On the corner stood a tower of exhaust-coated concrete. The rain had little effect cleansing the side of the building; dirty streaks flowed down to the pavement. We passed under a neon blue Park & Ride sign attached to the wall and darted into the vehicle entrance.

As we ducked under the barrier and headed up a steep ramp, a box made of Plexiglas lurked in the corner. Behind its scratched and frosted glass, I was glad to see the absence of a security guard. It was harder to see inside; the majority of the lights failed to function, and the remaining few gave out a toxic orange glow. Shadows dominated the substantial empty space. The car park was deserted. Only few cars peered out at us from the edges.

I continued to be towed along, hearing only the rustle of our clothes and the echoes of our shoes. I lost count of how many ramps we climbed, hoping that we’d soon stop, as my legs we starting to ache; heels were not made for mountaineering up concrete terrain. The higher we went, the fewer cars we saw. The place was empty; we had it all to ourselves.

Slowing down, he guided me over to the far side, to a pedestrian access point. We pushed through a heavy fire door to be confronted with two inactive, silent lifts, a ticket machine and a concrete staircase leading up and down. The door slid closed on stout hinges, and he stopped in the centre of the small room and let go of my hand.

I was shivering in my wet clothes, and my tights were stained with road water that had splashed up my legs. My confidence had left me, and I felt defenceless with this man; all my barriers were down. Standing alone, I didn’t know how to proceed or what to say, but he smiled reassuringly, and it was all I needed to warm up. He moved closer; the air between us was electric, it sizzled.

“You can trust me,” he said, touching a loose strand of my hair.

“I hardly know you…” I replied shyly.

“You know enough, and I need your help. I’ve hit a dead end and haven’t been able to get my hands on any information about the inner workings of your boss’s business. They won’t suspect you…” A flash of vulnerability skipped over his face.

I placed my finger gently upon his moving lips. Was I really going to risk my job for a stranger I’d just met? But he needed me… I’d never been needed before.

“Shh. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” I said.

All at once he dropped to his knees and pulled me to him. His hands felt up the backs of my thighs and reached the crease of my bottom. I ran my fingers through his damp hair as he pressed and burrowed his face into my crotch.

He paused, panting.

Abruptly he ripped through what was left of my tights; ladders shot and expanded down my legs as he yanked and pulled, tearing them off my bared limbs.

“Ohhh!” I cried.

He ducked his head under my skirt; his hot quick breath warmed my skin as he rose up higher to my awaiting vagina.

“I hope you keep your promises,” I said breathlessly.

He spun me around, facing the door, and my knickers with a hasty tug were torn away. My skirt was his next target. Yanking it down, he left it in a circle around my feet. I stepped out of the enclosure and kicked it off to the side.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded.

I obeyed. On careful heels I shifted my weight and increased the distance between my legs. I could feel the lips of my pussy parting in anticipation.

“Put your hands on your knees,” he commanded, and with gentle pressure on my lower back he encouraged me to bend over.

My heart was racing. The waiting was agony – I was open and ready, and it seemed like hours since he’d last caressed my skin. Behind me I could hear him exhale, and his breath rushed amid my crevice.

Without warning, he took hold and parted my cheeks and thrust his rigid tongue at the plump entrance to my sweet pussy, tasting and licking with an insatiable need. My eyes rolled back, and I dug my nails into their resting place upon my knees.

He slowed his tempo, and I cried, “Please don’t stop!”

His lips enveloped me as he began a fervent new campaign to devour me, sipping my overflowing juices.

My legs started to shake, and I resisted the urge to slam them shut. Forcing myself to do the opposite, I stretched down farther to allow him deeper access.

His tongue slid in and thrashed around with vicious intent.

“I’m going to come,” I warned him and myself. I was on the brink of ecstasy. Closing my eyes, I saw random sparks.

His fingers reached around to find my clit; he parted my curls and wickedly flicked at my stiffening bud as I started to climax.

He moaned, and I screamed.

I fell to my hands and knees, my shaking legs no longer able to bear my weight, and I embraced each passing wave of pleasure. My skin rested upon the dusty concrete; grit dimpled my palms as I caught my breath. He gave me no time to recover. Lost in my own world, I didn’t notice him swiftly undoing his trousers and releasing his erect member.

From behind, he reached for my swollen opening, glistening with his saliva and my luscious stream, spread me wide apart and plunged his throbbing cock into me.

“OHH!” I shrieked. I couldn’t help myself; he felt wondrous inside me.

He gathered me up, rocking me back towards him, bringing me in tight so that his entire shaft filled me. He then slowly withdrew. The tip of his penis hovered, waiting at my threshold, tempting me. I needed him back in me. I wiggled my ass backwards and felt him slip back inside, taking every inch.

We moved as one, gradually picking up speed like a bullet train.

My blouse hung against my body, flapping in the air. Pulling at the sides, the buttons popped open, one by one, from top to bottom. I whipped it off and dropped it to the floor.

I was completely naked, save for the heels that clung to my clenched toes. My full breasts dangled and bounced back and forth, swinging like a clock’s pendulum. Catching them in his cupped hands he imprisoned and squeezed them, and my nipples fought for freedom between his bar-like fingers.

The concrete abraded my bare knees as we crashed our bodies together. Deeper and deeper he went, holding onto me tight as sweat glistened and trickled down my spine.

Our husky moans echoed up and down the stairwell, bouncing off the walls.

Releasing my caged breasts, he placed his hands on my hips, his long fingers splayed in the direction of my crotch.

Resting on my forearms, I stretched and elongated my back, and my nipples grazed against the floor. With sharp pulls, my ass slapped against him. My butt and thighs stung pleasantly from the contact.

Suddenly the elevator motor whirled to life.

“Fuck me faster,” I managed to say in between breaths and heavy pounding.

I imagined the doors of the elevator opening and shocked, curious faces looking out as they saw our quivering naked bodies. I admit, I almost willed it to happen… the idea turned me on.

He gathered my long loose hair and wrapped it around his hand, gently tugging. I was forced to bend and raise my torso.

“Harder!” I yelled through gritted teeth. I was on fire, and the combined sensations of pain and pleasure released me in ways I’d never thought possible.

And it was in this moment, my body fully exposed in this public place, bared to whoever might happen upon us, that I exploded.

“Oh yes — oh yes!” I cried, repeating myself over and over as he too climaxed and released himself within me.

Panting, I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing within my tight walls, and I leaned back into him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck as shivers wracked my naked body.

DING! The sound of the arriving elevator caused us to freeze. Holding our breath, we waited.

We heard idle chatter and the shuffle of feet a floor below us. Their voices travelled up the stairwell but were quickly muted by the closing of a heavy door shutting behind them.

We collapsed to the floor, laughing as nervous adrenaline dissipated from our now tired but satisfied bodies.

“Well, that could have been awkward,” he said.

I nodded, silenced by what could have been.

Side by side, the length of our arms touched. The lift’s motor powered down, and the rise and fall of our chests and the sound of our breathing were all we heard in the grey enclosure.

Where did we go from here?

“That was amazing,” I stammered but quickly added, “and I’m not just saying that. The thing you did with my hair…” I blushed, hoping he couldn’t see my face from where he lay. “I’m rambling… but I’ve never done anything like that before,” I said, trying to keep my composure.

I counted the beats of my heart as I waited for a response. When none came, I knew the only chance I’d ever have to see him again, to have him again, was if I were to become his snitch… and that was not an easy price to pay.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I said.

He stood, dusted his hands off against his thighs and pulled his trousers back up.

As he towered over me, I took in the sight of him and swallowed.

He offered me his hand, and I grasped it like a life line and held on tight as he pulled me up. My palms pressed against his chest, fingering his nipples. I was lower now; somewhere during the last encounter my heels had come off. I looked up and met his eyes as he caressed the sides of my face. Leaning in, he kissed me. My mouth parted, expecting more, but after a second, he withdrew.

“Gather any information you can… photocopy or scan receipts, invoices. Anything,” he said as he pulled on his shirt.

He gathered up his discarded jacket that lay against the wall.

“I’ll be in touch,” he said.

“How will you —?”

“I’ll be watching, Kate. I’ll find you,” he said, grinning.

And just like that, he was gone.

I stood frozen, watching the door close. He’d left me there, and I’d put up little resistance. I could easily have run after him, calling for him to wait, pleading and demanding, but I chose to stand where I was. I calmly collected my belongings, got dressed and slipped my heels back on. My tights and underwear were ruined. I placed them in a trash can that hung mounted to the wall. All the while I smiled to myself.

I turned in the opposite direction and made my way down the staircase to the exit, following the signs that would lead me back out into the world. I occasionally clung to the banister for support as I found my feet again; my legs shook and trembled beneath me.

Soon, he’d find me; there was no doubt in my mind. If not, though, I was determined to track him down instead.