SHAFTED: an erotic thriller (2 page)

CHAPTER 3

I spent the next two days thinking constantly about Dan, amazed a stranger had conjured my lust so easily. I met plenty of attractive men in London but none quite like Dan. Using my phone, I did a lot of reading on house restoration, interspersed with rogering
Mr BOB every time I thought of Dan, which was often.

On Thursday, I was there on the dot of 7am. The morning was chilly and I pushed open the gates wide so both our vehicles could enter. Dan had arrived by the time I’d driven my car to the door and he parked his van beside the entrance. He emerged wearing tan overalls over a tight black t-shirt that highlighted every muscle in the guy’s chest and arms. He threw open the side door to his van and grabbed a tool box. In the meantime, I’d opened the front door and armed with a newly purchased tool box of my own and a picnic lunch, met him in the foyer.

“Okay, guv, where do we start?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“You don’t have a plan?”

“Well, no. Do I need one?”

“Yes. Get a rough schedule together. All the essentials need to be repaired first, plumbing, electricity, security and cleanliness.”

“You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?” I flirted and actually managed to flutter my lashes.

“In everythin
g I do.” His voice descended to a gravelly tone and my body reacted predictably.

“Oh, well… I look forward to seeing what you can do then.” I was so rusty at this flirting thing, it was humiliating.

“First, here is my quote and a contract saying you’ll agree to my services.”

Fifteen-years in a law firm had taught me well and the contract looked standard except for one clause.

“This clause here, 7.3. It says the builder’s partners may have access to the property at any time. You have a partner?”

“Not specifically, but
it’s there just in case anything changes.”

I signed the document.

“I’ll transfer the first instalment through tonight when I have internet access again.”

“Yes, boss.”

I liked the sound of that.

Dan sent me upstairs to continue removing the window coverings while he went to work repairing the plumbing. I was yanking on a particularly stuck piece of ply in bedroom 4 when his voice startled me.

“You’ll need a plumber.”

I squeaked and dropped the crow bar on my foot.

“Friar Fucking Tuck”. I dropped to the floor and furiously rubbed at the sharp sting.

“Ouch, that woulda hurt.”

“Ya think?”

Dan came over and sitting in front of me, undid the laces to my dirty runners and gently pulled the shoe from my foot. He did it with such care that just by his touch alone, the pain lessened.

“Wiggle your toes.” After a moment, my toes obeyed.

He pressed gently on the top of my foot and I yelped.

“Sorry. No breaks, but you’ll have a bruise worth showing off.”

“Don’t think I’ll be showing off anything. I feel stupid enough as it is, falling on my
ass and now doing this.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid, at all.” He caught my eyes and we stared at each other for a fraction of a second. I got completely lost in those amazing eyes and before I comprehended what was happening, he was kissing me.

I’d never been kissed like that before. He opened my mouth with his tongue and dove in, lapping and licking me. He was strong and totally in control as his firm, warm lips rubbed commandingly over mine. My foot didn’t hurt any more.

For a moment, I wondered what I was doing. I’d only met thi
s man two days ago and here I was letting him ravish me on three-century old dusty floorboards… then I stopped thinking as his tongue delicately traced my lips and a moan in my belly escaped involuntarily.

So I did what any good girl would do; I kissed him back. I wrapped my fingers around his neck, pulling him in harder and slanting my mouth wider so he could take more. And somehow he did.

My head whirled and disappeared into a fog of instinctive desire. My stomach hit the floor and fluid burst into my underwear.

Dan was relentless and he ran his warm hands down my neck, shoulders and arms where he captured my hands in both of his and lifted them above my head.

“Lie down,” he murmured, his lips still attached to mine.

So, I lay down, the hard, uneven boards prickling my skin. His mouth caressed my cheek, his tongue running deliciously along my cheek bone and down to my ear. Then sparks shot from my earlobe as he bit gently before running his tongue around the shell of my ear. I loved it and grabbed his overalls, whimpering as he did so.

He made his way back to my mouth and once again we were kissing hard and furiously. The hard floorboards didn’t bother me, I was so close to losing control. None of my boyfriends had ever had me this turned on this fast.

One of his hands had crept down my shoulder and was now kneading my left breast through my clothing, tweaking and pinching the ever hardening tip. Then both of his hands where there and without ceremony, he lifted my
shirt, ripped down my bra and sucked hard, hungrily, devouring my sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I whispered, encouraging him. He moved to the other breast, lavishing attention on it, biting gently and kneading the mound with his mouth.
I was getting ridiculously wet; my undies sodden with anticipation.

While he continued on my breasts, which were now swollen and hard, with the small amount of control I had, I unclipped his overalls and slid the straps over his shoulders, running my hands down the bit of back I could reach. He was so hard, so strong. Not a hint of softness could I feel under my fingers. I dug my hands into the t-shirt fabric and started pulling it bit-by-bit up his
torso.

Dan sat up, his eyes wandering over my half-naked body and breasts poking awkwardly from the bra crunched under it. As he gazed at me, he ripped off his t-shirt and I sucked in a breath at the amazing ripples of muscle presented to me. He could have been in a male strip show, he was so finely built.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

He reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, then with one hand, reached behind and expertly unclipped the bra, tucking everything under my head as an improvised pillow.

“You’d better be ready for this,” Dan said. So he kissed me again, climbing in between my legs and I wrapped my still clothed limbs around his body as his tongue teased mine. My hands were all over him, feeling his deliciousness and potent masculinity. He smelt of sweat and spicy deodorant, his mouth tasted sweet and his body felt solid and heavy as he crushed me to the floor, pumping against me, giving me a preview to his prowess during intercourse.

“This is
ridiculous, I’ve only just met you.”

He lifted his head from my neck. “Does great sex need much of an introduction?”

“Nev-” he muffled the rest of the word with another open mouth kiss that whirled my sensibility into swampy, primitive craving.

As though in a hurry, he licked his way quickly down my body to the top of my old cargo pants and while placing kisses around my bellybutton, he undid the pants and hooking his thumbs under my underwear, pulled the rest of my clothes off me in one smooth move. He shoved them under my bottom.

“You’re stunning,” he grunted, dropping his gaze slowly down my naked body. “I love that you’ve left hair here. I can’t stand women with no pubes.” He traced his fingers through my manicured ‘runway’ and I will admit to shyness that lasted the three seconds it took for him to lie on his belly and shove his face between my legs.

My head hit the floor involuntarily in reaction to the spasm that shot from my clit to my brain. None of this geeing me up with tender licks; he immediately plundered my most intimate parts, sucking the restraint from me. His tongue was amazing as it flicked quickly across my clitoris, alternating between lapping, gentle bites and tiny flicks I could only just feel.

I’d never experienced anything like it. Even Mr BOB at his most excellent never got me as aroused in five minutes as Dan’s tongue did in five seconds. I held onto his hair desperately, eyes locked shut and I lifted my hips off the floor to push harder on his face.

“Oh God, Alex.
You have me so turned on. You taste so good.”

I couldn’t even answer, my tongue had actually gone slack and I can’t recall anything more until an explosive orgasm arched my back off the floor. It hit my head, behind my eyes and electrified my body into uncoordinated spasms.

“Aaa-aaaahhhhh.”

“That’s my good girl. Come for me.” He licked the fluid that had spurted from my pussy,
savoring the flavor.

The he was on top of me and he was naked and I reached down to feel his enormous cock straining through the condom he’d put on without me even noticing. I guided
him in and he slid into my core; its sensitive muscles spreading to take him and we both moaned.

“Oh God, so big!”

“So hot and tight,” he whispered into my loose hair and he started thrusting high and hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and in the dust of that dirty old room, the sunlight streaming through the partially uncovered window, he fucked me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held on, throwing my head back and he grunted into my shoulder while he rocked rhythmically, withdrawing almost completely then pushing in so hard, he hit the top of my vagina.

I was gasping for breath, every move pushing me closer to another orgasm. He suddenly withdrew completely and lifted me around onto all fours and then he was inside again, deeper than before, slamming hard into my welcoming body, his balls slapping against my skin. I reached between my legs and grabbed them and he gasped.

“Squeeze them.”

I squeezed them.

“Harder.”

I squeezed harder. He sped up and as he did, he slid his hand around my hips and grabbed my clit once more, jiggling it quickly. For a second, I opened my eyes and was mesmeri
zed by the gap between the floorboards just under my swaying face that came closer then moved away as I rocked with his thrusts. The distraction refocused my mind and quick as lightning, another climax shot up my body and I crunched into a ball, yelling into the gap just under my mouth.

Dan continued to pump into me, extending the orgasm past sanity. A huge breath escaped as the orgasm dwindled and I looked over my shoulder to see Dan’s face, squashed into ecstasy, his head thrown back, his pelvis shifting quickly and he quickly pulled out, ripped off the condom and giving himself two more tugs, sprayed my back with long, warm rivulets of silky cum.

Dan stayed kneeling behind me, his eyes still closed, hand on my ass, enjoying the after effects of the orgasm swirling through his body.

“Unbelievable.”

I lay on my side on the discarded clothing while Dan crashed onto his back on the floor and ran his fingers through his hair.

I tried to come up with something witty.
“Buurrhh…”

“Huh?” Dan turned his head to look at me beside him on the floor.

“Sorry. A little stunned right now.”

Dan just turned to look at the roof again.

“Are you going to charge me for this?” I asked.

Dan laughed and rubbed his face. “Let’s consider it a special inclusion.”

I sat up and grabbed my clothes.

“Where are you going?”

“Getting dressed.”

“Don’t. I’m not finished with you yet.”

He pulled the clothes from my hands and holding firmly to my arms, lowered me onto his face.

That day, I had four orgasms. We’d used every surface of the bare room; the walls, window sill, mantelpiece and evidence of our activities had been marked in the heavy dust. I was shaky, tender, elated and definitely wanting more. We’d only left the room for toilet breaks and to raid the lunch I’d arranged that morning.

Bedroom 4 was starting to get dark and I was lying on Dan’s chest, running my fingers through his light smattering of dark chest-hair.

“I want to do this again with you,” he said.

“Me too.”

“Although, as much fun as it’s been, this room isn’t exactly comfortable.”

“Agreed.
Pretty sure I have a splinter in my ass. We could go back to your place?”

“No, my place is a dive.”

“What about the Inn I’m staying in?”

“Too public, I want to keep you all to myself.”

“Fair enough.”

“Actually, I’m thinking that you should get the house at least partially
livable as soon as possible. Get a bedroom completed, I’m thinking the master bedroom, the bathrooms and kitchen working, then the rest of the house doesn’t have to be as hurried.”

“That’s a good idea. How long would it take?”

“With a team of plumbers and builders, it should take less than a week.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“So, tomorrow I won’t come here…”

“Awww-” I interrupted.