Blackout

The sudden silence was surreal. I sat shocked at my desk as the only illumination came from my laptop. All other sources snuffed out in a second as darkness engulfed me. Grabbing my phone I try to turn on the flashlight only to find it’s dead. Fuck. I should have charged it while I was working. Wondering if I was special or if the whole block was out I head out to the road. Glancing left and right I see the houses on the block and the one across the street are all black. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Pissed, I stomp back into the house to check the battery level on my laptop. Gahtdammit! 5%. I should have plugged that in too. I thought I would have time to grab the cord later. Now I had just enough juice to save my work and power down properly. 

Thankfully, the presentation was tomorrow afternoon and I had completed about 90% before this clusterfuck of a problem. I would have plenty of time to finish it up in the morning at the office. 

After saving the powerpoint to my flashdrive I shutdown the computer, packing it in my bag. Carefully I move through the living room to the bedroom, locating the power cord on my night table and returning it to the bag, where it should have been all along. That’s what I get for working in bed! 

Moving through the house I wasn’t worried about tripping over things or stubbing my toes due to my minimalist decorating style. Trying to remember where I had a flashlight I rummage through the drawers in the kitchen in the hopes one would magically materialize. Finding nothing I locate a BBQ lighter and use it to light the scented candle on the counter. 

Did I even have a flashlight? As I stood racking my brain I was startled by a knock on the door and let out a yelp of surprise. 

Cursing yet again, I head to the front, opening the inside door before realizing I left the damn candle on the counter. A litany of creative words fly through my head. Yes, Sophia, what a great idea. Open your front door in the dark to a possible serial killer. Maybe that’s why the power is out? He was stalking you and now it’s here to finish the job! For fucks sake I’m an idiot. My name may mean wisdom but I sure was lacking it today.

Carefully I peer around the door to see a rather large form standing in the shadows of the front porch. They appeared tall, broad shoulders, short hair and legs that looked like they could eat up the pavement in a race. Their back was to me but the smell of a spicy cologne hit me and I knew it was definitely a male. He looked strong, powerful, and smelled so damn good. 

Then again, so did Jeffrey Dahmer and look how that turned out.

I should probably stop watching serial killer documentaries before bed.  

“Hello?” I ask, hesitantly as fear suddenly chills my skin.

You turn slowly towards me, “Hi! I see you have no power either.” 

Your voice is soft, gentle but all male. Almost like you were trying to be as unassuming as possible. 

“Yeah, dark all along the street.” I replied, “Do I know you?”

“No, I just moved in last week. I’m your new neighbour. My name is Evan,” you answer, pointing to the house on the left. 

I knew it had sold, but I was away last week for work and missed the move in. I saw a truck parked on the street in front of the house when I got home yesterday but thought it was a visitor of Mary’s, who lived on the other side of his house. 

My observational skills really are top notch. Right up there with risk assessment! 

“My name is…’ 

“Sophia. Yes, I know. Mary told me about you.” 

I relaxed then, if Mary was dishing out information like my name then they had passed inspection. I was the only single lady on this street and most of the neighbours were more like overbearing brothers. Mary especially was a hound dog when vetting people in the area, a brilliant criminal psychologist her billshit meter was top-notch. If she thought this guy was dangerous she would have called me as soon as the meeting was over to warn me. 

“Please come in,” I say, opening the screen door. 

“Thanks,” he says, stepping in. 

He was taller than I guessed, by at least 8 inches. I step back for space and so I don’t get a crick in my neck. The darkness made it impossible to see his features, but the voice was sexy, and whatever he was wearing as cologne was putting all kinds of nefarious thoughts in my head.

“What else did Miss Mary tell you?” I coyly ask. 

“That I should keep an eye on your place, since you’re away a lot. That you also needed someone to watch out for you when you are home since you get wrapped in work and forget things, like eating.”

“Did she now? What does your wife think of that?”

I could hear the smile in his voice when he answered, “No wife. Single as they come.” 

Mary’s instructions now made sense to me. She’d been trying to set me up since we had met six years ago. Unsuccessfully, I might add. 

“Would you like to join me for a glass of wine in the dark? I don’t have any flashlights and the only light I have is a candle in the kitchen.”

“Sounds good. I actually came over to see if you had any batteries. I found a flashlight, but the batteries are dead.” 

“You’re in luck, I have plenty of batteries. Give me your hand,” I say, holding out my own, “I’ll lead the way.” 

His hand engulfed mine. Long fingers, callused, yet soft, yielding to the pressure. I suddenly felt very small as my fingers slipped between his, linking us. The thrill that shot through me at such a chaste touch was unexpected. My heart started to race and my sharp inhale of breath was quickly stolen with a press of warm lips to mine. His other hand slipped into my hair, grabbing the back of my head, pulling me in as his tongue invaded my mouth. My free hand grabbed the front of his shirt, hanging on as my lips opened like a blooming rose. 

Our hands fell apart. Mine wrapping around his neck, pulling him down to me, too much space between us. His cupping my ass, as he pushes me against the wall. With a small hop my legs wrap around his waist and he pins me to the wall, body holding me prisoner to his hungry mouth. My tongue can’t taste enough of him as the kiss becomes ravenous. Two thirsty souls finally finding water. 

I could feel his cock hardening against my core, the ridge of jeans finding my most sensitive part through my leggings, grinding slowly. I moan into his mouth as the orgasm builds. It had far too long and I could feel the orgasm building. I was close and if the pressure continued I was going to crash over the edge. He must have sensed my impending explosion, as he quickened his pace.

Breaking the kiss he whispers in my ear, “Come for me, Sophia.”

That did it. Legs tightening, pushing my hips into his, guttural sounds of ecstasy escaping swollen lips. 

A gentle kiss on my forehead he holds me steady as my legs unwind from your waist, stepping shakily to the floor. 

“I’d apologize for being so forward, but that was by far the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Or rather heard,” he says with a husky laugh. 

Unable to speak I press my head to his chest and work to regain control of racing heart. A voice started yelling in my head: what the fuck just happened. I don’t know this stranger. What they look like. The sound of a sexy voice and I just open my legs like a wanton wench. Fuck. His teeth graze my ear and I shut the voice up by raising my lips and pulling him in for more. So, what? That felt amazing and I knew it would only get better.

Surprised, he groans into my mouth, hands slipping under my shirt to find skin. The feel of those fingers stroking along my spine send waves of heat to my already throbbing clit. How was it possible that anyone could cause an orgasm with a simple touch? I didn’t have time to ponder the answer before I came, burying my face in your neck, the smell of cologne making my knees weak. Your hands tighten on my back, holding me up. 

“Did you just orgasm?” he asks, pulling back, awed. 

Nodding, then realizing he can’t see me, I whisper, “Yes.” 

“Good girl,” was all he says before lips descend on mine again.  

He pulls my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss long enough to toss it on the floor behind us. Those large palms run up my ribs to cup my breasts, thumbs pressing into the nipples. I let out a hiss as your thumb slides and catches a piercing, tugging it. The good kind of pain, and the reason I had them pierced. 

“Are your nipples pierced?” He wonders out loud, tentatively exploring with fingers.

Chuckling, I started to answer in the affirmative but his mouth closed over a nipple, teeth gently biting, stealing whatever words I was about to speak. I grab the back of his head, pulling him tighter to my breast. Arching my back I lose myself in the sensation of hands on my ass and a mouth roaming between each breast. 

“I need to taste you,” he murmurs into my belly, as his lips start to trace a journey south.

Moving to his knees, mouth exploring the softness of my midsection, tongue tracing the lines along my hips he gently tugs my leggings down. Sliding them over my hips and ass, but stopping mid thigh, barely exposing my pussy. Legs still trapped, unable to move you lean into the cleft at the apex of my legs. Nose feathering along the slit he inhales, the smell eliciting a growl. I watch helpless as his tongue flicks out testing the seam of my pussy, tasting the culmination of juices after two orgasms. Looking up, eyes locking onto mine, he watches my face as the tip of his tongue probes between my lips, finding my swollen clit. My fingers instinctively reach for hair, forcing him deeper between my thighs.

Resisting, he laughs softly, “oh no, baby girl,” his fingers parting the slick folds, exposing my clit, “I’m not rushing this.”

Groaning, I let go of his hair and cup my breasts, pinching the nipples.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before wrapping lips around it, sucking hard, tongue flicking over every raw nerve. 

My legs start to shake as I fall back against the wall. Trapped in my pants and the vice grip of his hands on my hips I can do nothing but cry out as wave after wave of ecstasy flows through me. The only thing that comes through the haze of pleasure is how bereft I felt without fingers or cock inside me as I came. 

Perhaps reading my mind he spins me around, pushing my face against the wall. Painful pleasure from the pressure on my nipples releases a moan. I look over my shoulder tryingt to see as he unzips his pants, pulling his cock out with a groan. Stroking his cock, his other hands probes for the entrance to my pussy. I become frustrated, wanting more. I reach a hand back, lightly brushing the tip in my exploration. A sharp intake of breath tells me I hit the spot, and I lean back to wrap fingers around it. So thick, my thumb and finger barely reaching around it. I slid my hand down, measuring the length and I almost weep, long too. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. 

“Fuck me,” I command, impatient to be filled. 

A throaty chuckle echoes in the air as a strong hand wraps around my throat pulling me backwards. Hot breath moves along my shoulder to my ear, teeth biting along the way. My chest heaves as I try to breathe, anticipating what is about to happen, what I want to happen. 

“No, baby girl, I will fuck you when I’m ready, not what you want,” he growls in my ear, biting the lobe. 

Pushing into my hips I feel his cock press into my ass, tip nestled in the top of the cleft, his other hand reaching around finding me soaking and ready. His middle finger easily slides into the wetness, the heel of the hand pressing hard into my clit. Gently fingering me I groan in frustration. I need rough. I want hard. It had been too long. 

“Harder,” I whimper, eyes closed as I could feel the pressure build but remain out of reach. 

“Hmm, what did you say, baby girl?”

“Don’t be gentle. Harder,” I cry out. 

Taking me at my word he releases my pussy and throat, fingers tangling in my hair to spin me around. The bite at my scalp stings but I don’t care as my pants are ripped down, freeing my legs to part wide. Two fingers slide home as his mouth crushes mine, stifling any sound I would make. Thrusting hard and deep I start squirting, the hot liquid running down my thighs, soaking everything. 

“Fuck, yes!” he mumbles into my mouth.

I can’t hear him, my nails dig into tense arms as the orgasms start overlapping. I have no breath to cry out, my whole being absorbed in the feel of fingers and the bliss they bring. 

My hand grabs his wrist as I collapse against the wall. Pulling fingers free I hear him sucking the juices off. That would have been hot to watch, if it wasn’t so dark. 

When my eyes open I realize we’re still in the front hall and the inside door was wide open for the world to see what happened. I shoot up and look around his shoulder, hoping against all hope that there was no one standing outside enjoying the show. Eyes darting back and forth I see no one on the sidewalk and my heart starts to slow. 

When he realized what I was looking at he started laughing, “I didn’t even realize the door was open. Would have been one hell of a welcome to the neighbourhood!”

Stepping out of the balled up pants at my feet I push myself off the wall, causing you to step back. I move around to close the door, locking it, my soft voice echoing around the room, “Your turn.”

I grab his hand, leading him to the couch in the living room. Almost manically I pull at your clothes. First the shirt and then I finish what he started with his pants. As I slide down his pants I feel the velvet tip of his cock against my cheek. Unable to ignore the temptatioin I let my tongue explore the underside of the thick member, tracing the vein up to the head. 

Hands grab my head and guide that thick cock between my lips. Greedy for the taste I suck deep into my mouth. Too thick for a deep throat, but I will take every inch I can. Kneeling, my hands brace on his thighs as I go to work, and I love my job. His hands continue to hold my head, pushing further into my throat causing me to gag and drool to run off my chin. I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking the saliva slick skin as I suckle one, then the other teste into my mouth. Gently scraping my teeth along the sack my tongue toys with them, teasing and pressing them to the roof of my mouth causing pleasurable pressure. I release them from my mouth as I hear his moans become urgent, and hands push my head away.

“Stop,” he pants, “I need a second.”

Smiling in the dark, I roll back onto the balls of my feet and stand. Gently, I push him towards the couch, knees buckling as he sinks down and I straddle his lap. Hands caress up my thighs and around to my ass, grabbing, squeezing and gently smacking it. Your cock nestles in my pussy, the head snug against my clit. Nothing but the sounds of our breathing echo in the room. I let my hands cup his face, tracing the lines. Strong jaw with stubble running along your cheeks. Fingers trace his browline and around his eyes. Finding the bridge of his nose I drop a kiss on the tip. I brush my thumb along his lips and he draws it into your mouth. I laugh lightly as I pull it back. His hands tickle up my back as I shift and slip that thick cock inside me. 

I settle onto his lap, shifting slightly as I adjust to the size. Rocking my hips I keep the rhythm slow, wanting to savour the feel of him buried deep inside me. Pulling me forward he softly kisses my mouth, my chin and neck, down to each nipple, gently biting around the piercings. Fingers digging into shoulders I relish the flick of his tongue over my nipples, teeth tugging at the barbells. He slips a hand between us, pressing fingers into my soft belly, thumb circling over my clit. I squeeze, pulling a moan from his throat as my pussy gets wetter and tighter. 

“Baby girl, I need you to come, quickly. You feel too good, I’m not going to last much longer,” he begs, thumb moving faster. 

I grind his cock, pushing as deep as I can take it. Crushing my lips to his I ride the crest as I come hard, soaking both of us. Grabbing my ass he bends forward, biting the top of my breast, marking me. I cry out his name as another orgasm constricts my pussy and I feel him come, filling me. I kiss him hard, slowing our movements. 

Foreheads pressed together we pant, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through us. The sudden whir of electricity hums through the air. As the lights flicker on I stare into the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. 

“Hi,” I whisper. 

“Hi,” he replies softly, “Guess I don’t need those batteries anymore, huh?”