HeartBreak Central (Part 1)

I’d been stood up and it sucked.

On a whim I’d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We’d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no show.



Steam swirled from my latté, the aroma mingling with the buttery fragrance of my fresh croissant slathered in whipped cream 

“Fuck him! Didn’t need him anyway!”

I slid my chair outwards, keeping an eye on the door just in case he showed up. In the meantime, I amused myself by imagining the relationships between couples in the café.

I found myself mesmerized by a man and woman seated nearby. They were locked in heated conversation. She seemed put out, either by him or by something they were talking about. I couldn’t tell. 

But she wasn’t the one who interested me. He drew my attention like a magnet to a pin.

I could imagine him in a foreign movie, dark, naturally tanned and with the kind of sexual aura that promised something that made my pulse quicken. There was no doubt, he was an alpha male, my kind of male.

I warned myself, “Hold it Sarah, you’re getting way ahead of yourself…”

But, oh my, he was gorgeous! That strong nose, those full lips and lines of amusement flaring from the corners of his eyes made me catch my breath. Not that he was laughing now. 

I stared, not caring who noticed. How old was he? Maybe late 30s, or even early 40s. No wedding ring. 

As she jabbed her fingers at him, I noticed she wasn’t wearing one either. 

Were they friends? Ex-lovers? 

Quite suddenly the drama took a turn; the woman jumped up, grabbed her tote, and marched out.

He didn’t follow, nor did he look upset. Did I glimpse a smile across that delicious mouth as he shrugged?

Then he glanced up and saw me staring. It was too late to look away. 

Damn it, Sarah! Caught in the act! 

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. His eyes held mine, brown versus blue, and for an exquisite nanosecond we teetered on the knife edge of mutual desire. The chemistry flamed high across the room. I felt the wet spreading between my thighs, my inner lips swelling in readiness.

My world shrunk to him and me.

He stood up, threw a couple of bills on the table, then stopped. Instead of turning towards the entrance, he gave me the very, very slightest nod before striding into the depths of the café. 

I didn’t waste time thinking about what to do. I abandoned my coffee and followed him.

He was waiting at the doorway to an office of some sort, his dark eyes focused on me coming towards him.

The click of the lock behind us was like the first drumbeat to a suspense movie. He looked down at me, pinning me against the smooth wood of the back of the door and thrusting long fingers into my shawl of pale hair. 

Without a word, our mouths meshed; we devoured one another. He tasted of coffee, mint, and an unmistakable undercurrent of male sex. His taut, muscular tongue explored my mouth.  My lips opened to him like a flower woken by the promise of a new day.

The only sound was our breath, then his grunt as he pushed down my panties, spreading my inner lips and thrusting two fingers into me. He searched for my g-spot, swollen and alive with desire. He massaged it in a knowing act of exquisite sexual arousal. It was such intimate behavior between total strangers that I almost swooned.

I unbuckled his belt and ripped down the zipper of his jeans. 

Oh my God! His cock, engorged and ready, stretched diagonally across his belly. It was almost the width of my wrist, the broad tip trapped in fabric.

I pushed down his undershorts. He pulled me closer, and I felt that magnificent cock pushing upright against me. I ****** my hand between us, searching for him. He felt sublime in my fist. My fingers, wet from his oozing precum, slid from his base to that divinely sensitive spot below the crown.

“Not so fast!” 

I find men with deep, resonant voices who take charge irresistible. 

He searched for my ****, rolling its hardness beneath his fingers. His breathing stepped up a notch and I felt myself go weak at the knees.

I wanted all of him in me – I’d never fucked a cock that size before.

His fingers dug into my hips as he hitched me up against the hard surface, lifting my legs so that I could clasp him around his waist.

With his eyes locked on mine, he levered his cock down, searching for the point of least resistance before thrusting up hard into me. I clenched my inner muscles tight, slowing him, heightening his pleasure and mine.

“Damn it… what are you doing?” His voice was harsh, mock-angry.

I gasped, “Just playing with you…” 

“Careful! Unless you want this over before it’s even begun. And don’t play the innocent!”

It was as if I’d set him a dare and he had risen to meet my challenge by relentlessly driving up into me, hurting me, stretching me. It felt sublime. 

There was no point in resisting when all I wanted was more. I felt his broad tip pounding against my cervix, the jolts of pain giving way to unbelievable pleasure. We were locked together, seeking our rhythm. 

I don’t know how long it was before I began to lose control. And then I felt it; the waves of molten heat rippling from my pulsing ****, my spasming inner muscles and out to every part of my body.

I moaned, my voice unchecked.

Panting, he waited for my ****** to slow, before lunging back deep, deep into me. His dark-lashed eyes closed, his nostrils flared in his moment of release. He leaned down, grasping the tender flesh of my shoulder with his teeth.

I cried out, ‘You’re hurting me!’ But he was beyond hearing me, focused on his own pleasure. 

I dropped my legs onto the floor. His cock, now softening but still darkly swollen, slipped out of me. 

He put a finger over my lips, holding the magic of what had just happened within the bond of silence.

Then, as I watched, he hitched up his jeans and tightened his belt. The door clicked behind him. 

“Wait, don’t go”, I called after him. “I don’t even know your name…”

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