Book 1: Chapter 3 - A Passionate Encounter
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"What do you think?" Stuart asked in return. He couldn't tell her yet that he'd been stalking her for the last two years. It sounded so creepy. She would surely think that he was cracked in the head.
"Another one same, " she ordered again to the bartender as he disappeared to get her the drink.
"Don't you think you should stop?" he asked her but she shot him an annoyed look instead.
"I don't need free advice," she said. "This is the last one and I'm out of here."
Stuart was now all attentive. He had to make a move now and show her how he felt or he would never get a chance. She sipped her drink slowly. Stuart observed her till she finished her drink and got up to pay but Stuart was fast. "Let me buy it for you, please," he insisted.
"I don't take favors," she told him with a glare.
"Then dance with me in return?" he asked hopefully and she seemed to consider his proposal.
"Okay, just one," she agreed and Stuart did a happy dance in his head. He paid for her drinks and led her to the dance floor and they swayed to the beats. Allison might be drunk but she dared not go anywhere close to him. Just one dance and she would go home.
Suddenly the music changed to a slow romantic number and his arm snaked around her and he pulled her flush against his hard body. A gasp escaped Allison at the suddenness of it all. He swayed against her e*otically and she closed her eyes. This was such a wrong idea! Why did she agree? But was her body listening to any logic? No, it had a mind of its own which seemed to like everything that the hot blue-eyed hunk was up to. He swirled her around and again pulled her back into his arms as the music blasted through the speakers. He ground his hips against hers and she felt his hard e*ection against her back. His mouth bit her earlobe and her drunken mind went crazy with need.
Should she give in and enjoy for once? She would never see him again! His hot mouth bit her neck and twirled her again to face him. She gazed into his dark eyes that were wild with desire and they made her heart thump loudly in her chest with excitement. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. The intensity of her need for him surprised her as she had never experienced such a thing in her entire twenty-three years of life. Allison's confidence grew at his aroused state and she lifted her hand and traced her finger along his sharp jawline.
Stuart lost all control at her teasing touch and he lowered his head and smashed his lips to hers. She eagerly parted her mouth to welcome his kiss. It wasn't her first kiss though! Her first kiss was at a kissing booth a year back and it had felt so heavenly that she couldn't erase it from her mind. She tried to find the guy who kissed her with so much passion but couldn't. After that, no other kiss had measured up to that level.
His hot tongue traced along her lips and then glided into her mouth. The minty taste of his mouth and the subtle smell of his cologne was something that she could relate to. They felt familiar as if she had kissed him before! How could that be possible? She surrendered to the wild, passionate kiss that stirred her deeply and made her long for more. He dominated the kiss, his hands stroking her hips and then grinding her hips against his erection.
A moan escaped her and he swallowed it as his mouth devoured hers roughly. She kissed him back with equal fire. This kiss was just like her first kiss at the kissing booth, his mouth tasted the same and the cologne was also the same! Her head reeled at the thought. How was it possible?
However, all her thoughts flew out of her mind when he picked her up on his shoulder. "Let's get out of here?" he whispered softly. Allison was hypnotized by his eyes, his smell, and his rough hands stroking her body and she was powerless to resist him.
"Yes, please, " she said in her drunken state not realizing what she was agreeing to. All she knew was that she wanted this blue-eyed guy. He strode off with her towards a silver Chevrolet Colorado parked in the parking lot. Unlocking the door, he placed her on the spacious back seat. Climbing inside, he closed the door and locked it. He then turned towards her and picked her up, placing her on his lap, and straddling him.
No word passed between the two as they were too lost in one another to talk. He pulled her flush against him as his mouth attacked hers again. This time with double the passion if that was even possible. His hands went under the hemline of her red dress and pulled it expertly off her, leaving her in her red lacy lingerie.
Stuart's breath caught in his throat. She was the most gorgeous creature on earth. He just couldn't wait to see her anymore. He unclasped her bra and out spilled her creamy rounded breasts. His fingers stroked her while his mouth latched onto them hungrily. His other hand parted her lacy panties and stroked her dripping wet folds.
A soft moan escaped her as his fingers touched her. She arched her body to give him more access. His mouth sucked both her breasts one by one while his fingers plunged into her hot folds, thrusting in and out of her till she came undone. He pulled out her panties and stuffed them in the pocket of his jeans. Next, he lay her down on the seat as his eyes drank in her naked body. "You're the most se*y woman on earth," he whispered, his breath hot and his voice raspy with desire.
He unzipped his jeans and discarded them. Next went his underwear, exposing his huge e*ection for her eyes. She could see that he was well endowed. His thick muscular legs, his tight six-pack abs, and his sexy v-line could be seen from under the shirt that had ridden up. He took out a packet of protection from his shirt pocket and pulled it on. Her eyes widened. Was the guy always ready? Who stuffs a con*om in their shirt pocket? Before she could think any further, he thrust into her soft folds completely. A sharp pain shot through her body and she closed her eyes.
"I'll be gentle. Are you okay?" he whispered softly.
"Yes, give me a minute, please," she whispered back. After a minute, he slowly thrust into her and she clung to him, as soft moans escaped her mouth.
Stuart was delirious from the pleasure that her tightness was giving him. He knew that she was a virgin and that he was her first. After two years of stalking her, he knew everything about her. Last year at a kissing booth, he had stolen his first kiss from her. It was the best kiss of his life and he hadn't been able to forget it since then. It felt so good to kiss her again and have her in his arms. Was he in love with her?
Yes, he was. The realization made him lose control as he came undone at the same time as she did. He took out the used con*om and stuffed it into a packet. A loud tap on his car window brought Allison to her senses.
"Damn, it's the parking lot security guy. Shh, be still," he said. They froze for some time and the man left. Allison quickly searched for her clothes in the darkness and wore them. However, she couldn't find her panties anywhere but that didn't mean she would stay for more.
She simply unlocked the door and rushed outside. "Allison where are you going? I can drop you home, " said Stuart, upset that she was leaving already. He quickly tried to wear his clothes but she dashed off straight inside the bar.
Allison picked up her handbag and walked out. Opening her car door she climbed in and sped away before the blue-eyed guy could find her. It was then that another realization struck her.
How did he know her name? She hadn't introduced herself to him! In fact, she didn't know his name but he did. It sure was creepy not to forget the familiarity of his kiss. She was one hundred percent sure that he was the guy who kissed her at the kissing booth a year back.
What was the meaning of all this? Was he stalking her without her knowledge for a year? What had she done? She had a one-night stand with her stalker whom she didn't know. Worried and confused, Allison went home to find that her mom's fiancé was spending the night there. She drove over to her dorm room to sleep. The next day she decided that she would shift into any decent apartment that she could find.
She was too exhausted and drunk and immediately went to sleep dreaming about her blue-eyed stalker.
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