Strangers (14 page)

“Oh God,” Charlie mumbled and his eyes closed.

They sprang open again when he felt the oil.
Kate dribbled it over him, letting it run onto his cock head and trickle down over her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and from there onto his balls.
She released him and, using one finger, traced an oily path from his glistening crest, down his shaft, over the darker midline of his balls and onto the triangle of flesh beyond.
When she rubbed him there Kate heard the change in his breathing, shifting slower and deeper as he attempted to control himself.
More fun there later.

She moved a hand back to the base of his dick and watching his face, squeezed almost hard enough to hurt.
A slight flinch and his eyes opened to watch her.
Kate slid her fist the tiniest bit higher up his shaft and squeezed again, twisting at the same time.
She repeated the same thing over and over, moving up as slowly as she could until she reached his cock head and a drop of fluid oozed from the slit.

“Oh fuck,” Charlie gasped.

“Watch, Charlie.”

The pearl of pre-cum grew until it was too heavy to stay in place and then hung from his cock like a melting icicle.
Kate lowered her head and licked it up before it hit his stomach.

“Fuuuccckkk.”

Her hand back at the base of his cock, she began again.
Squeeze, move up, squeeze, move up.
Every movement slow and measured while Charlie quivered like a wet puppy.

“How about…not letting me come…for six minutes,” he gulped out.

Kate used her thumb and forefinger to massage the tip of his cock and this time the drop of fluid she milked was larger.
Her hand settled around his root and held tight as the ball of pre-cum grew.

“Oh my God.” Charlie tugged at his restraints.

Kate kept looking at him as she swept her tongue over the head of his cock, scooping up the salty-sweet treat before dragging the flat of her tongue back and forth over the sensitive head.
She knew she was exciting Charlie, but her body clamped and relaxed as cream coated the lips of her pussy.

She wasn’t sure how many times she milked pre-cum from him but Charlie’s desperate groans warned her to pull back.
His balls were pulled up tight and his cock looked almost angry, the crest dark-red with blood.
Kate didn’t touch him but draped a cold cloth over his groin.
Charlie gave a long sigh.

“That has to be at least fifty minutes.
Right?” he asked.

“Three.”

“Noooo,” he wailed.

Kate laughed.
“All right.
Ten.”

“You are such a witch.”

She whisked off the cloth and tossed it aside.
“Ready for more?”

Charlie found himself nodding.
The ache in his balls was intense but he could last longer than ten minutes.
Couldn’t he?
Kate’s finger touched his asshole and he jerked almost all his body off the bed.

“Christ, Kate.
Some warning?”

“Where would be the fun in that?”

Her hand clenched around the base of his cock and Charlie knew the torture wasn’t over.
She lowered her head and sucked the tip of his shaft, pulling with short, rhythmic tugs that send his blood pressure rocketing.
At the same time, she circled the puckered ring of muscle of his anus with her oily finger.

OhGodohGodohGodohGod.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted.
Well, yes he was.
He didn’t particularly want to have sex with a guy again, but the sensation of something in his anus while he jacked off was worth repeating.
Hell, he
had
repeated it.

How the fuck could Kate do so much at the same time?
While a fingertip pressed insistently against his asshole, another of her fingers had found and was rubbing the pressure point midway between his balls and his anus—something that
made him go fucking insane.
And still her mouth worked its magic on his cock.
She had him in her hands and mouth.
She could make him come, stop him coming.
She had the power to give him a head-spinning orgasm and the power to drag it from his grasp and change its nature to something else entirely.
Did she know?

Her finger teased and pressed its way into his body.
Of course she fucking knew.
Her tiny hands against the desperate need of his body and she’d win.
Charlie let out a muffled laugh.
In return, Kate changed the way she sucked at him, twisting her mouth as she went down and spearing her finger into his anus, reaching for his prostate.
He was helpless.
Charlie couldn’t speak, could barely think, could only feel.

She massaged him down from the brink time after time and each time left his body racked with dry shudders.
He forced his eyes open to watch her, saw the intense concentration on her face, his pre-cum shining on her lips, and thought that was enough to make him come.
Yet again, she pulled him back, dragged him from the edge just as he was about to throw himself into oblivion.
The pressure on that short strip of flesh behind his balls was intense enough to make his eyes ache.

Charlie could swear he was harder than he’d ever been, his balls tighter than they’d ever been.
He’d never been closer to coming and not come.
Never been as desperate to come.
The muscles of his thighs blazed, pinpricks of fire attacked his spine, he was wet through with perspiration and he could feel his cum rising to the boil.
Orgasm loomed, lurked, threatened.
Kate crooked her finger, found his prostate again and Charlie whimpered.
He opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out.
She rubbed him inside and out, flickered her tongue at lightning speed over the tip of his dick, loosened her hold on his root and Charlie’s brain exploded.

As the first spurt erupted from his balls, he felt Kate press down on that point behind his balls, halting the jet of cum in its tracks.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck. What the hell?
Charlie thought his whole body was going to come, except it wasn’t and didn’t.
Long, wrenching spasms seized him and he cried out.
No pulses of cum, no streaks of jism flooding her mouth, drowning her, just intense ripples of sensation that shook him from head to toe as if he’d been seized in the jaws of a killer whale—in a nice way.
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop his hips bucking and he threw Kate off.
She shoved her finger back inside him and he fucking came again.

Charlie couldn’t stand it, but he couldn’t stand for it to stop.
His back arched as another contraction gripped his groin.
Then his legs were free, his arms free too and he lay quivering in Kate’s embrace.

“My PIN is 1234.
My burglar alarm code 4321.
My luggage locks 9999.
It was me who set fire to all the German textbooks, me who put red dye in the swimming pool.” He sighed.

Kate stroked his face.
“Okay?”

“Okay?
My God.
That was incredible.
I’ll never be able to walk again, but that’s fine so long as you’re my nurse.
I cannot believe Dickhead let you leave his sight.”

“I’ve never done all that together before.”

Charlie managed to turn his head to look at her.
Was she lying?
It was the sort of thing women said to him all the time—they’d never come so hard, they’d never slept with anyone like him, that he was the best, the biggest, the hottest.

“When I started the phone sex I spent a few days looking up interesting sites on the Internet and made notes so I could sound authentic.”

“Did anyone ever manage to get to the end of talking to you without coming?”

She laughed.
“No.
Unless they were faking it.”

Chapter Nine

Rachel looked at Lucy, then at Dan and then back at the coffee table.
She was waiting for one of them to speak and the way this conversation was going, she thought it more likely she’d get a response from the coffee table.
Kate’s flattened-out suicide note lay in front of them.

“I wish I’d never found it,” Rachel said.
“I wish I’d never told you.”

The ball of paper had fallen out of the bin that morning when she’d lifted the lid to drop her trash inside.
She’d picked up the paper, and when she’d seen handwriting she’d been too nosy not to open it up.
She wished she hadn’t.
Rachel knew that in telling the others, she’d made the problem worse.
Kate didn’t want anyone to know about this and now they all knew and every time they looked at her, they’d think about what she’d planned to do.

“Maybe it’s not what we think,” Dan said.

Lucy rolled her eyes.
She picked up the paper by a corner as if it were something that could infect her, and read it again.

To Lucy, Rachel and Dan,

If you’re reading this, I guess either you haven’t seen me for a while and figured you’d better check on me to see whether I’m okay. Or you already know that I’m not. If it’s the former, then sorry, but I won’t be back. If it’s the latter, then you know I won’t be back.

Don’t think that you’ve failed me in any way. You haven’t. Not even Richard. There’s something in the fridge for him. Please make sure he gets it.

There’s no blame to lay at anyone’s door. This is my decision.

I’ve simply had enough of my life.

Thanks for being my friends. Be happy.

Best wishes

Kate

PS My solicitor is Kevin Martineau. Ring him.

“How can that not be a suicide note, Dan?” Lucy asked.

Dan opened his mouth and then shut it again.

“So what should we do?” Rachel glanced at Lucy, who shrugged.

“Do we need to do anything?
We know she didn’t go through with it,” Dan said, as a loud bump came from upstairs.
“I mean, she screwed up the note and threw it away.
She changed her mind.
And she’s definitely in her apartment.
I’ve never heard her make so much noise.”

“But it sounds so final,” Rachel said.
“And it doesn’t sound like it was just over Richard.
She says she’s had enough of her life.
That’s so sad.”

There was another bang from upstairs and a peal of laughter.

“I think she’s fine,” Lucy said.
“This new friend seems to have cheered her up.
I saw Richard storm out of here this morning, so she’s obviously over him.”

“It seems awfully fast to jump into another relationship,” Rachel said.
“You’d think she’d want to mourn for a bit first.”

“Over a prick like Richard?” Lucy guffawed.

“Should we do anything?” Rachel asked Dan.

“I don’t think we should tell her we know about the note.
If she wants to talk to us, she will,” he said.

“I’ll chuck it away,” Lucy said as the sound of a man laughing echoed through the ceiling.

Charlie unplugged the phone and disconnected the buzzer.

“Don’t answer the door if anyone knocks,” he said.
“I want you to myself.”

He followed her everywhere, never more than an arm’s length away and generally, not even that.
He held her hand or pressed his body against hers, desperate to feel her next to him.
He didn’t want either of them to leave the apartment, and got so stressed when Kate insisted on taking rubbish down to the bin, he was hyperventilating by the time she returned.
Charlie couldn’t function without her.
He’d never felt anything like this before.
He didn’t get dressed and kept her naked too.
But it wasn’t just the sex.
It was Kate.
Without her next to him, he felt lost.

For a while, he didn’t want to eat and then he couldn’t stop eating.
They ate their way though her freezer and cupboards, consuming broccoli and baked beans, prawns and pizza, Thai green curry and cheese-filled pasta.

“Pretty soon, I’ll only have ice cubes left,” Kate said.

“I can always eat you.” Charlie dropped onto the couch and pulled her with him.

“And which bit would you eat first?”

“Toes.” He lifted her foot and nibbled.

Kate squirmed as he tickled her.
“Not my backside?”

“I’d save the best ‘til last.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her neck.
His body was shaking.
“What’s wrong with me?” But he knew.
He was going through some sort of withdrawal.
Detoxing himself.

“You’re coming back from somewhere,” Kate said.
“You’re like a plant that hasn’t been watered and then there’s a deluge.
You’re coming back to life.”

“It hurts.”

Kate held him tighter, tracing figures of eight on his skin.

His mind buzzed as if a line of bees went in one ear and zoomed around his head before flying out the other ear.
And the noise got louder and louder until he thought he’d go mad.

“Go buy me some cigarettes and get me something decent to drink,” he gasped.

“I thought you didn’t want me to go out.”

“Well, I do now.
I’ll pay you back.”

“I’m not buying you cigarettes or booze.”

He glared at her.
“You fucking cow.” But he clutched her tighter.

“You don’t need them,” Kate said.

“Yeah, I do,” Charlie snapped.
“I want a line or two of coke as well, to cheer me up.”

“You’ve got a fucking cow, what more do you need?”

Charlie gawped and then started to laugh and once he’d started, he couldn’t stop.
He laughed until he cried, great heaving sobs that racked his whole body and through it all, Kate never left him.
She held him and stroked him and soothed his face with a cold flannel.
When he was too exhausted to move, she ran the cloth over his body, along each finger, every inch of his skin except the one place he wanted her to touch.

“Please, Kate,” he pleaded, his hand inching toward his cock.

She lifted his fingers away.
“See how long you can stand it.”

Even watching her caused his erection to rise like a charmed snake.
She resumed her teasing caress and he found himself thinking only of Kate and what she was doing to him.
In the end, he was so turned on, he came without her even touching him and spurted over his belly.
A wet dream in broad daylight.

But Charlie liked to touch her.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her and Kate never pulled away.
He couldn’t sleep, so he kept her awake.
He woke her to make love to her.
He dragged her away from cleaning her teeth to make love to her.
In the middle of cooking, he pulled her down and fucked her and she never said no when sometimes he wished she would.
Charlie realized he was substituting her for every one of his vices.
Why couldn’t she see that?