Power Games

by Lisa Owen
(Hampshire, England)

Cynics say that love at first sight doesn’t happen outside the movies and they’re probably right, but what I felt that night was akin to love, although lust might be the more appropriate adjective.

The strange, fluttering sensation started somewhere deep in my stomach and moved slowly upwards. My heart pounded loudly, beating like an erratic jungle drum that had lost its rhythm. With every beat echoing in my ears I felt my legs shake and my breathing became rasping and laboured.

When I tried to move I found myself rooted to the spot by an invisible force, my eyes fixed on the object of my desire. I was vibrant, excited, yet my body felt heavy. I was incapable of coherent thought and fluid movement.

Then, he smiled at me, revealing two, perfect dimples and he was obviously aware of my attraction, even revelling in it. The smile did it! My throat constricted, the music ceased to exist – no longer a factor in this exotic mating game – and I felt the beginning of moistness between my legs.

He moved towards me, effortlessly thronging his way through the faceless bodies that obstructed our path. What is it about sexual chemistry that it can make the sanest person ‘lose it?’ How do sparks start flying? He wasn’t even my type, tall, square jawed, blue eyed and Neanderthal but there was something dangerous about him and I have always found danger irresistible.

Then he was by my side smiling. I felt the urge to run the tip of my tongue over the smoothness of those even white teeth. He chatted but I didn’t hear a word of his conversation, I was mesmerised by his nearness. Our eyes were locked together, his dilated pupils translated the real message he was sending me.

His body was close but we weren’t touching yet. I felt the heat of his muscular thighs even through the thick denim of his jeans. His musky scent invaded my nostrils, just as his very presence invaded and heightened my every sense. He smelt of pure, raw sex and invitation, of sin yet to be sampled. I knew then that I wanted him and I would have him – it was that simple yet that complicated. The problem was how to initiate it. I couldn’t simply say to this stranger, “excuse me, I don’t know you but I want you to shag me right now.”

I thrust my cleavage out, hoping that he would take the hint, throw me over his shoulder and ravage me in his cave. He didn’t! Instead, a faint expression of amusement flickered over his features. He dropped his eyes insolently, smiled slowly and walked off. I was left breathless and burning with a desire that only he could satiate.

Several vodkas later, I literally, but not accidentally, bumped into him. Alcohol had lent me false courage and confidence. Bashful no longer, I licked my lips slowly and seductively, watching his eyes home in on my suggestive tongue. I was gratified to notice his confident mask slip a little. He was unsure, I could tell by the shuffling feet and eyes that suddenly couldn’t meet mine. I felt a surge of a new sensation – power – and I loved it.

Somehow, I managed to manoeuvre him into a small, dark corner so that he was pressed against a wall facing me. I placed a hand on either side of his torso, effectively trapping him. I was the proverbial spider, he my tasty prey.

Our chests were pressed together, my nipples hardened, sending a delicious tingle straight to my clitoris. I felt the alcohol fuelled adrenaline rush and pressed myself closer to him. Our mouths were inches apart, his hot breath tickled my lips. I wanted him to kiss me and the challenge lay heavily in the air between us.

He, however, had recovered his composure and didn’t move a muscle. Instead he smiled wolfishly, his eyes never leaving mine for a second. I fought my desire with self control and lost. I wanted him so badly I could hardly function. Continuing as the predator I swooped, clamping my mouth to his. With my tongue I forced open the moist, sensual lips and felt my own mouth swell with desire. He resisted for the briefest moment, then the dam broke forcefully and he lost his self control. He spun me round wildly, so that my back was against the wall and began to kiss me hungrily and thoroughly.

I felt nothing then but his hot, persistent tongue and the hardness of his cock, which throbbed against my thigh. As desire knotted my stomach, I felt my hands go against my will and wind themselves around his neck to pull him even closer. I had never been kissed in such a wild, savage way. His mouth seemed to swallow my whole face.

I could feel his heartbeat pulsating crazily, through the thin fabric of his shirt. It was so loud it drowned out my own. I grabbed his neck and ran my fingers through the thick, silky hair, marvelling at its softness. A strange, tender moment which seemed out of place in this lust fuelled scenario. I was wearing a lace thong and I could feel the wetness seeping through to saturate it.

Feeling suddenly even more reckless I broke away from him. He flinched like a startled animal and his questioning gaze met mine. Again I revelled in his uncertainty before I grabbed his hand and led him to the now deserted restaurant area of the club, aware as I did so that people would be walking through it to get to the toilets.

I pushed him roughly on to a chair, then kneeling at his feet I undid his belt and the zip of his fly. With shaking hands I pulled his jeans down to his thighs, delighted to discover that he wore nothing underneath. I watched mesmerised, as his cock sprang out, fierce, proud and splendid. I paused for a second to drink in the sight of it – he was huge!

Teasingly I slowed the tempo, licking my lips and watching his reaction. His eyes were darker now, clouded with his very obvious desire. Slowly I ran my hands up beneath his tee-shirt , over the taut, muscular stomach. The burning skin was strangely and erotically silken and I gasped as I felt a rush of hot liquid shoot between my legs.

I glanced up at him, he had his head back and his eyes were closed as if weary of our game. I knew better, his excitement had overcome the desire to challenge and tease me. Again I felt the arousing sensation of power as he sat helpless on the chair. I was in total control and I could do anything to him. He still hadn’t uttered a sound.

With one hand I gently caressed his chest, tweaking at his nipples and feeling them stiffen in my hand. With the other I gripped his cock lightly. Without warning, I bent my head and very gently eased the tip between my lips. I felt him shudder beneath me and tasted a salty droplet of semen, which I greedily licked away.

My body was trembling as my own excitement mounted. Now it was a race against time. I pressed my hands down hard into his thighs as I took the length of his cock deep into my mouth. The suction of my mouth kept him firmly in place as I slowly started to suck. I dug my nails into the hairy flesh of his thighs and I built up speed, pushing my face forward and pulling his cock deeper down my throat. My clitoris was throbbing wildly and my nipples felt stiff, each movement making them tingle. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm and my frenzied excitement communicated itself to my mouth, my sucking became faster and more furious my saliva lubricating his cock nicely. I could hear the smacking noise as lips met cock as my blood seemed to rush around my body. The danger and fear of discovery made the experience seem more thrilling and horny than anything I had ever done before.

He was thrashing his head around now, oblivious to everything but the suction of my lips around his cock. Loud groans tore themselves almost involuntarily from his mouth. With both my hands I gently teased his balls whilst the crescendo of my sucking built up until suddenly, I felt a flood of hot liquid flood my mouth and make its way down my throat. I swallowed loudly, released his cock from my mouth and lay down on the floor. Now it was my turn to come and as I lay there, playing with my nipples I felt the first wave of orgasm hit me. I groaned loudly and pulled the nearest chair to me, pushing one of its legs between my thighs. I moved position and started to rub myself against it and I could hear myself scream as wave after delicious wave of orgasm hit me, until finally I lay back exhausted and shuddering. And then I realised, I hadn’t even asked his name.