An Open Lure: An O.A. Story

The stranger licked his finger and thumb, and shoved his hand beneath his sweater. He shuddered slightly as he rubbed his nipple, and although Zuri couldn�t see his nipples, she knew where they were on his chest. Yep, he was definitely rubbing his nipple into a taut point. The other stood poking against the sweater�s fabric as he teased and twisted its counterpart.

It wasn�t his only body part pressing against his clothing.

Her eyes dipped lower, past his pale, perfect belly and the thin line of hair there, to the knot of hunger bundled in his pants. His jeans skimmed over strong thighs and across a sizable lump of bundled desire. A Christmas gift ready to be unwrapped and devoured.

Get a grip, Zuri! This is not normal or safe. The guy�s a stranger!

Zuri could almost feel her sister�s verbal whip crash over her. Shuddering, Zuri folded her arms over her chest and accidentally brushed her own tingling tips. Okay. The stranger turned her dial. So what?

With another rough cough, the stranger snapped Zuri�s attention back to him.

He opened his eyes long enough to catch the expression on her face and then, he lifted the shirt over his head, exposing the soft brush of ebony hair on his chest and around his pink nipples. He touched them both and teased them with tugs and twists, his eyes on Zuri until the deliciousness overcame him and he closed them tight. His body vibrated all the while, stiff with pleasure.

Swallowing was difficult, her throat was like sand, but Zuri managed it. Big boy, the stranger was packing some serious equipment, and she pondered the best way to relieve his, uh, distress. Would he come over and attempt to unload his hefty horniness on her?

And if so, why didn�t that scare her?

For just watching him, had turned on Zuri�s tap, zipping down to her clit and across her skin, making her sultry, as if the fire�s flames had leapt onto her and burned across her, igniting fever and dangerous thoughts in their wake. Her passion throbbed against her panties, beating out a secret S.O.S, for sexually offered seduction.

She wanted to be done with this before he�d baited her into something disastrous and possibly deadly. Alone, more than five hundred miles from Nashville, this wasn�t a setting in some romance novel.

Rolling over, Zuri put her back to him, and thus, to her body�s craving to feel him inside her. If she had to stay up all night watching her belongings, so be it. This was too weird. Though her body knew all the right buttons were being pushed and pulled and teased, she feared where the path they�d started would lead.

A loud cough made her jump.

She stiffened, huddling into her coat, and waited.

A second ticked by, and then another dry cough.

Someone awoke and complained loudly as they went about calming the infant down. Others rustled awake and murmured complaints as it was already after midnight.

Damn.

Feeling slightly guilty, and more than a little curious, Zuri rolled back over to face the stranger across from her once more with zeal igniting her heart and setting her adrenaline dripping.

He grinned again. The dimple fleshed out and rendered the stranger cute. With his audience back, he unbuttoned his pants. Just the top button, and left it there. His sweater had been pulled back over his head and hung just above the paleness of his bellybutton.

Again his eyes were attached to Zuri�s face, reading her emotions.

With another shudder, he rubbed his hand over his contained cock, his fingers gliding over the jeans and around his steeliness in decisively slow intervals. His body stiffened and relaxed, stiffened and relaxed each time he ran his hand up and down, around and around, teasing himself.

Zuri choked down a lump of angst, her own appetite increasing, threatening to spill over into, into what?

The guy was a complete stranger, but his body was killer, beating its heat across the room to her and lighting her up as if she, a ready wick, and he, a fiery flame.

She wanted all of the solid phallus currently cowering in his pants, pounding into her. Oh, yes, she did. Yet, wanting to feel it slide between her moistened pus� lips, and feeling it pleasure into her being, didn�t mean she would do such a thing.

She didn�t even know him.

Yet he was laughing at her now. With an open, silent laugh, he lifted his sweater to show his stony, tight nipples. And he put both hands on them, using his chin to keep the sweater up. He pinched and twisted them, torturing them into pleasured points. He closed his eyes then, at last giving into the pleasure. His body surged and fell and his hips wiggled.

When he opened them again, he mouthed something to Zuri.

Come. Here.

It was plain enough, and Zuri shook her head no. Absolutely not. He was smoking, no doubt, but a murderer he could be, too. Nope. She wasn�t going to risk it, no matter how horny he�d made her.

The stranger yanked down his sweater, his face puzzled.

He leaned up on his elbows and raised the palms of his hands in a gesture of question.

Zuri could only see the bottom half of him, his face and torso obscured by the sofa. Oh, no. This wasn�t good. She�d encouraged him and now, now, he was going to do something to her!

But what did he want with her? Something naughty? Oh, how she wanted him to do things to her � just nothing painful or lethal.

Steering herself clear of that mental trap, Zuri focused on the reality, not the budding fantasy he�d stirred inside her. Even as she panted out the last thought, she sat up too. Determined to keep an eye on him, she scooted back against the fireplace. He couldn�t sneak up on her from the rear.

Time ticked by, without any sighting from the stranger.

And Zuri dozed.

As she slept, intense, erotic imagery popped into her mind, blocking the forefront of her thoughts as if a mental dam. Things, naughty things. Some were of her and the stranger doing the do with a lot of kink too.

The stranger�s sensual assault had plunged deep into her sleep.

It was the look, that one parting glare, that found its way into Zuri�s memory and seared itself into her being.

Was it the haunted haze that hung over the stranger�s actions that caused her belly to tinge with tendrils of strong attachment? She was playing in denial�s ducketts. Again the auditory vision of the crack of the stranger�s hand across Zuri�s chocolate buttocks brought a rush of heat and want between her legs so strong, she woke herself up.

All around her, people were moving, grabbing their gear and getting the heck out of dodge. She stood up and searched the watery morning light for a sign of the stranger, but he was gone.

A little disappointed, Zuri picked up her backpack and tossed it over her shoulder. She�d been an idiot last night to encourage him, but he obviously wanted her. It felt nice to be desired, and maybe if she hadn�t been so, so freaked, she would�ve joined him.

Maybe all he wanted to do was rub bellybuttons.

Yeah sure.