Strangers in the Dark

I’m scared.

I’m cold and all alone, it’s nearly pitch black, and I’m frozen to the spot. I’m terrified.

My friends are long gone. My hand slipped out of Suzy’s some time ago, when a loud bang sounded behind us, rendering me immobile. It had the opposite effect on her and my other friends; they put on a burst of speed, and the counter effect of my sudden stop yanked her hand from mine and sent me sprawling to my bare knees.

That’s the last I saw of them.

I got turned around somehow, moved in what had to be the wrong direction, and now, alone, in the dark, I can’t tell which way is forward and which way is backward. Or even if there even is a forward and backward anymore. Fear has overtaken any rational thought. I can’t think straight; I can’t trust my senses, and when I hear screaming coming from seemingly all directions, I don’t know which way to turn. An inexplicable breeze wafts past me, making me shiver and regret the cute halter top and skirt I’d decided to wear tonight.

A large hand closes over mine, and I let out a shriek, jumping back and trying in vain to extricate myself from the presence suddenly beside me, my flight response finally activated. I can’t see him, but I can sense that he’s large, towering over me, driving my fear up another notch.

“Hey, it’s okay!” he whispers into my ear, tightening his hand on mine and tugging me closer when I try to pull away again. The feel of his breath on my neck sends another spike of fear through me, and I struggle until he speaks again.

“You’re Collette, right?” The sound of my name in that low, soothing voice gives me pause, and I nod, forgetting that if I can’t see him, he can’t see me either.

“Yes.” My voice is small, timid. Adrenaline courses through me, my heart beating too quickly. How does he know my name? Who is he?

“I’m Chris,” he answers as if he’d just read my mind. “You’re gonna be okay. Just come with me. I’ll show you the way.”

He steps back and tugs on my hand, but I gasp and freeze when I hear more screams coming from only a little way away. I shake my head and make a little noise of refusal.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he whispers gently, giving my hand another tug.

I’ve just about made up my mind to listen to him and let him take me out of here, when the screams sound again, closer this time. “I can’t,” I whisper back frantically and take a step away from him, letting out another little shriek when my hip hits something solid beside me. I bounce off what feels like a tall wooden crate and stumble backward into the wall, my heart rate skyrocketing again, a whimper escaping my lips.

It’s not until he’s pressed up against me that I realize I’ve grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward.

He braces his hands on the wall on either side of my head but doesn’t move away, and I don’t let go of his shirt. In fact, I lean closer as his scent finally filters through my fear, and I close my eyes and breathe him in. He smells like mahogany, dark and woodsy, with a hint of spice, and suddenly, the fear slips away, overshadowed by a different base instinct.

“You smell so good...” I feel drunk, my head spinning, adrenaline still coursing through my body and shooting straight down between my thighs. I go up on my tiptoes, pressing closer to him as I graze my nose up along the side of his neck toward his ear, inhaling his scent like it’s the most addictive drug in the world.

Because right now, it is.

He groans low in his throat as my lips brush across his jaw, then steps closer to me and presses me back against the wall. “Collette...” His tone is questioning, but his voice is raspy with a sudden arousal that matches my own. I let go of his shirt but slide my hand up his chest and curl it around his neck as my lips find his in the dark. “We shouldn’t…”

The protest is weak, and his actions contradict his words. His hands move from the wall and land on my hips as he deepens the kiss, tracing my lower lip with his tongue. I immediately let him in, and he presses closer, his tongue meeting and expertly stroking mine, sending waves of sensation through me. I moan against his mouth as I drink in the taste of him, taking everything I can from him. It’s intoxicating, as is the feel of his hardness pressing against me as he grinds his hips into mine. My fear is completely forgotten now, replaced by a lust so heady, nothing else registers.

Only the feel of him and the need to have him inside me.

I reach down with my free hand and expertly undo the button on his jeans, then slowly slide the zipper down, before slipping my fingers inside and exploring what’s beneath the fabric. We both groan as my fingers lightly caress his impressive length through his boxer briefs. I can feel him twitch under my touch, and it makes me feel powerful.

I barely even hear the next screams, only idly recognizing that they’re moving away from us. Good. I have no intention of stopping until I get what I want. What I need.

I bite his lower lip, tugging on it gently before sucking it into my mouth as I use both hands to shimmy his pants and underwear down over his hips. I can’t see his cock, but I can feel it spring free and land heavily against my bare belly. I wrap my fingers around it and slowly begin to stroke, down to the base and then back up again, my thumb gliding around the head and smearing the bead of precum at the tip.

“Fuck. Collette…” he groans against my lips, his voice a little strangled as he thrusts into my hand. I like an eager guy.

I like it even more when he slides his hand down to my thigh and hikes it over his hip, pressing himself closer against me. His other hand slips between my legs, his fingers stroking along my core over my soaked panties. It feels so good, and yet it’s not enough. I let out a soft, frustrated moan as I grind against his hand, desperate for more. He seems to understand and pushes my panties aside, swallowing my next moan as he brushes his fingers over my clit and then down along my seam to my entrance. My hips are already working, my pussy eager to be filled. He doesn’t disappoint, thrusting two fingers deep inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit as he starts a steady rhythm, driving my need for him up more and more. I keep my mouth pressed to his in an attempt to keep myself from making too much noise.

The pleasure is so intense, I momentarily forget about his cock until he starts thrusting into my hand again. God, I wish I could see it. It feels huge in my hand as I start to stroke him again, faster now, my grip tighter. Precum coats the entire head now and spreads further down his cock with each downward movement of my hand.

My strokes grow erratic when his fingers suddenly form a hook inside me, rubbing across that perfect spot that makes me see a rainbow of colours in the dark. “Oh fuck, Chris! Yes! Right there!” I whisper against his lips as the pleasure grows so intense, my legs start to shake. I tighten my hand around the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as his fingers masterfully play my pussy like a fine-tuned instrument, drawing out a melody of sighs and whimpers as he takes me to the edge and beyond. It takes everything I have not to cry out loudly as I come hard, shudders wracking my body.

But I’m not done yet. I still need to feel him deep inside me.

“Do you have a condom?” I whisper breathlessly and smile, relieved, when he groans. I feel him nodding his head as he lowers my leg to the floor. The moment he pulls his fingers out of me, I feel empty, but then I hear a little rustling sound, and I assume he’s reaching into his pocket. He’s just as eager as I am. I hike my skirt up over my hips and shimmy out of my panties while he searches in the dark for the condom. Something hits the floor at our feet, and his muttered curse makes me giggle. As long as he got what he wanted from what I assume is his wallet, we’ll deal with it later.

The crinkle of the foil is music to my ears, and a moment later, he lifts me by both thighs, pressing me back into the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, groaning softly as he rubs his cock back and forth along my seam, coating himself in my juices.

“Please, Chris,” I whisper urgently, my voice and my rolling hips both indicating my desperate need to be filled. I know he understands; I can feel his answering need in the fine tremors coursing through his body. He lines himself up and then presses forward, burying himself inside me in one smooth thrust. I let out a breath I hadn’t even known I’d been holding as relief courses through my body. This is how it should always be—a thick, hard cock buried deep inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, Collette,” he grinds out, his voice low and guttural as he begins to move, his thrusts short and deep at first but lengthening as he goes. Keeping one hand on the curve of my ass, he impatiently yanks my halter top up, exposing my small breasts. Then his mouth is on one of them, sucking hard, his tongue flicking back and forth across the hardened peak of my nipple as he drives his cock into me. My fingers delve into the hair at the back of his head, holding him to me.

“Ohh, fuck, yes. Fuck me, Chris,” I whisper, then have to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud. My eyes slip closed and my head falls back against the wall as intense pleasure courses through me. A moment later, though, I all but curl around him, burying my face into the hair at the top of his head, when I feel his teeth on my sensitive nipple, biting lightly before laving it with the flat of his tongue. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus.” My words are a soft prayer into his hair as he attacks my nipple, the sting from his teeth sending shockwaves of pleasure in a direct line down to my clit.

He moves to my other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first, and the pleasure intensifies as his thrusts start to come harder, faster, his cock pounding deep inside me over and over again. The sound of our heavy breathing and my soft, breathless whimpers, along with the slap of our bodies as he keeps up his hard, punishing rhythm, is a beautiful cacophony in my ears, and even more prominent because I can’t see him. The fact that I have no idea what this man looks like turns me on even more. We are true strangers in the dark.

And really, it doesn’t even matter what he looks like. He could be as beautiful as a model or as ugly as a troll, but it doesn’t matter in the dark. All that matters is the feel of his thick cock driving hard into my pussy and his mouth on my tit, his teeth scraping against my nipple as he rushes me to the edge again.

I can feel the tremors starting to grow inside me as I buck my hips, meeting his every thrust with one of my own, desperately chasing the release that seems just out of my reach. His thrusts start to grow a little more erratic, and I know he’s close too. “Please…please fuck me. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I beg him. The edge is so close, I’m nearly in tears as the pleasure builds and builds and builds.

Finally, he reaches between us and thumbs my clit, rubbing it in quick hard circles that sends me into a sudden explosive orgasm. I can’t stop myself from crying out loudly as my whole body shudders, my walls spasming hard around his cock as I cling to him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. His mouth leaves my nipple and crashes into my lips again in a hard kiss as his thrusts increase in pace, drawing my orgasm out even longer.

I can feel how close he is, his body starting to tremble as well as he nears the edge. I clamp my walls around him and return his messy kiss, nipping at his lips and tongue as I eagerly take every thrust he gives me. I moan loudly again as he finally finds his release, burying his cock deep inside me one more time as he unloads into the condom, his body’s shudders matching my own.

I tear my lips away from his and bury my face in his neck, clinging to him and breathing heavily as we both slowly come down again. Eventually, he pulls out of me and gently lowers me to the floor. I giggle softly when I collapse back against the wall; I feel like Bambi, learning to stand again.

I pull my clothes back into place, letting out a shaky but satisfied breath. Rustling in front of me tells me he’s doing the same thing. His hair brushes against my midriff as he bends over to feel around for his missing wallet, and once he stands back up again, he takes my hand and leads me away from the wall, his strides sure and confident in the dark, as if he knows this place like the back of his hand. He probably does, having worked here for who knows how long.

I squint when we emerge into the brightness of the lobby, my eyes taking several moments to adjust to the light. I’d grown accustomed to the darkness, to the velvety secrets it held. I press my thighs together as I think about what just happened in that darkness.

I glance up at my savior and give him a conspiratorial smile, and he returns it, his blue eyes sparkling, his cheeks flushed with the satisfaction of what we’d just done. His dark hair is messy from my fingers, and that just makes him more attractive.

Suddenly, my friends are there, rushing around me, separating me from Chris, all talking at once so that I can’t understand a word of what they’re saying. My attention isn’t on them anyway. It’s on the tall, dark-haired man stepping back behind the counter, next to his co-worker.

“I hope you ladies had an enjoyable experience in the Hall of Darkness,” he says in that smooth, deep voice I know I’ll fantasize about for weeks to come. My friends all nod in agreement, their excited voices still just background noise as my focus remains on Chris. His eyes remain on mine as well. “And Collette?” he prompts, raising a questioning eyebrow, a smirk on his face.

“Best haunted house experience I’ve ever had,” I respond with a smirk of my own. “I’d love to come again.”

He gives me a sexy grin now, his eyes sparking with interest as my friends watch the two of us with a growing amount of understanding and excitement. “I think we can make that happen. Feel free to visit anytime.”

His words leave me wanting more, anticipation pooling in my belly as my friends start to corral me out of the building, eager to know what happened in the dark. We’re almost to the door when he calls my name again. When I turn to look at him, my white thong dangles from his finger. “I think you forgot something.”

I giggle and shake my head. “Keep them,” I tell him, a smile curving my lips. “For saving me from the dark.”