Page 27 of Strangers in Love

Still no mention of my scar.

I made a mental note to thank the desk clerk who’d sent me to that bar. An uncomplicated but enthusiastic fuck was exactly what I needed to get back on the horse. And she was definitely enthusiastic.

Case in point, as she spoke, she pulled off her shirt, revealing a fancy red lace push-up bra that did some wonderful things for her tits. They bounced as she wiggled out of her tight jeans. A red thong matched her bra and barely covered anything.

Someone had definitely gone to the bar tonight with sex on her mind.

“You’re doing too much thinking and not enough stripping,” she said as she jumped backward onto the bed. She bounced once, grinning, and then stretched out on her side in one of those half-joking, half-sexy poses. “Let’s see it, soldier boy.”

I dug out the condom from my pocket, then took my underwear down with my pants so I was done all at once. I was barely hard at all, but we hadn’t done much of anything yet, though just watching her run her hands over her body was getting my blood flowing in the right direction.

She ran her tongue over her lips like she was imagining how I tasted, and I wrapped my hand around my cock, wondering what it would be like to feel that hot tongue on my bare skin. I wasn’t going to find out, but it was nice to imagine, to fantasize about what it might be like to have a woman take me in her mouth without anything between us.

She watched me working my hand over my cock as it grew, and she slid her hand into her panties, her fingers moving under the fabric. She shifted on her elbow and crooked a finger at me. I took a step toward the bed and ripped open the condom packet with my teeth.

As I rolled the condom on, Yvonne rolled onto her back and lifted her legs, taking her panties off with one smooth move. I considered asking her if she was into yoga or had been a gymnast or cheerleader, but it didn’t really matter. Talking in the car had been something to do while we got here for the real action. We didn’t need to talk now.

That’s what I wanted.

No talking.

No thinking.

Just fucking.

Nothing complicated either. I wasn’t trying to impress her. Yeah, I was going to make sure she came, no matter what happened with me, but I wasn’t looking for a marathon or anything like that. Enough foreplay so she was wet when I pushed my fingers inside her, and then a quick climb to orgasm with my thumb rubbing her clit. When she came, I used the moment to get in place and then slid inside.

Her pussy felt good as it pulsed around me, and she moaned. I found a rhythm after a couple strokes, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, moving up to meet me. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her eyes sparkling. Nails scratched at the base of my skull, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

“C’mon.” Her voice was a purr. “A little harder. I’m almost there.”

I nodded. I was too. I could feel the pressure building, and I balanced on one hand, reaching down with the other to find her clit again. It only took a few more thrusts, and a couple passes of my fingers, and she cried out. I pushed into her two more times before coming too.

I held myself for just a moment and then rolled off her, closing my eyes and enjoying the fact that I’d done it. It wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had, but it’d been good enough to get the job done. Yvonne had been satisfied, and I’d been able to keep it up. The tension I’d had about it was gone, and my head was clear.

Tomorrow morning, I’d get on with the next step in my plan for the next step of my life.

Twenty

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I’d never realizedhow aware I’d always been of time as a whole. Years and months and weeks. Days. Hours. Minutes. I still knew what year and month it was, and I was pretty sure that a full week hadn’t gone by, but that was about all I knew. I was unsure, not only of the day but the date as well.

I’d been taken on Friday, November fifteenth. I knew that for certain since I’d been on my way to the airport. I liked to think I would’ve known it anyway, but I wasn’t anticipating similar future circumstances with which I could make a comparison, so there wasn’t a point in dwelling on that particular thought.

What I definitelydidn’tknow was how long they’d had me. Everything that’d happened to me would have been understandably disorienting on its own. Taken altogether, it was overwhelming.

Kidnapped. Blindfolded. Bruised from the rough drive. Sporadic food and water. Thrown around. Yelled at in a dialect I didn’t know. Kept in a place without windows.

That last one was really messing with my head.

Not only did I not know what day of the week it was, but I didn’t know the time of day either. If someone had told me it was three o’clock, I wouldn’t have known if it that was in the morning or the afternoon.

I’d never had that problem before.

Long study sessions had sometimes messed up my sleep schedule, and of course, I’d dealt with jet lag, but nothing had come even close to this.

Then there was my hygiene situation.

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