Sex Fantasy .. a sublime mix of rough & gentle

Chapter Two

Olivia had wanted to see Twisted Tinsel, the truly excellent blues band, for ages and now they were coming to play a free gig at the Kick and Donkey, her local pub and she didn't intend to miss it. She loved live music at little venues, but most of her friends were more into DJ's and hip hop or dub step whilst she liked traditional blues and rock. Olivia had done her best to persuade her best friend Janey to come along to the gig with her, but Janey thought it would be 'too loud and too crowded' and didn't want to go.

So damn them all, she would go on her own. She pushed her way through to the bar and, spotting a bar stool, she squeezed her way in to sit at what she thought would probably be the best seat in the house.

Then some idiot standing behind her sloshed beer all over the shoulder of her shirt and then proceeded to shout so loudly in her ear that it almost hurt and she still couldn't understand what he said. Olivia had been jammed in so tightly that couldn't actually turn around to see the culprit. She thought that he was probably a drunk and cursed her luck that she always seemed to be the drunk magnet or the creep magnate. For once, why couldn't she be the tall dark and handsome magnate - just for a change?

Then the music stopped as the band announced they were going to take a break and a deep sexy male voice said in her ear, 'I'm so terribly sorry about spilling that beer on your dress, can I get you a drink as a way of an apology,' As the voice moved around to stand in front of her she looked up, straight into the deep brown eyes of a the most stunning man she had seen in a long time. He must have been over 6ft tall and very broad and fit looking – his shirt was slightly unbuttoned and she couldn't help but stare at the way it pulled slightly across his chest. She instantly wondered how it would feel to trail her fingers across his naked skin.

'So what can I get you?' he asked.

'Eh what?' she said distractedly.

'What can I get you... to drink?'

'Oh right, she said, putting all those bad thoughts out of her mind.

'I'll have gin and tonic please, 'she said, composing herself a little.

'Great band aren't they? he said, and she agreed and they just glided into conversation from that point on. They talked a little about their respective careers and she learnt that he was head of an ad agency, but all too soon the music started again and it was impossible to talk. When the band finally finished she was secretly pleased that he was still close by and he came back over to the bar and asked straight out for her phone number. She liked him; he was flirty, confident, funny and intelligent, but very arrogant. She liked an alpha male - someone that could handle themselves - knew what they wanted and how to go about getting it. She knew without a doubt that she wanted him to phone her, hell she wanted him to do all sorts of things, but she liked to play a guessing game for a while, just to find out how much he wanted to see her. She hoped that he would relish a little challenge and that her pretended reticence might just fire him up a little more.

In the end, she did give him her number and they spoke more, they sent texts and emails and then finally she agreed to meet him again.

She told herself that she definitely would not have sex with him on their first date - she would be suggestive, flirty even, tease a little, but under no circumstances would she have sex on their first date. She had to know more about him. How would he react to her sexual wants and needs - was he weak, did he like to dominate or be dominated, was he into kinks, a sadist maybe or was he just a vanilla man? Thinking about sex with this man was enough to make her a little hot, damn him. She told herself to be careful.

Alex picked her up at her apartment and they sped away in his flashy Jaguar with some kind of blues playing on the music system.

The evening was great, they had dinner, he'd bought champagne, they talked about all sorts of things and especially about sex all evening. Somehow she had agreed to go back to his apartment for a night cap. Was she nuts?

What a place. The apartment over looked Regents Park and inside it was absolutely stunning. Huge rooms, sparsely but tastefully furnished. Dark moody landscapes dotted the walls and low lights cast a sort of magical ambience around the whole room and she wandered around looking at each piece of artwork.

'Come over here,' he demanded, 'I want to kiss you.' She hesitated just for a moment.

'Now,' he said. She should have held her ground, she should have laughed or asked him a question about the art on the walls but his arrogant demand had somehow had left her with no choice. She walked over and stopped in front of him; he looked at her then grabbed her long red hair and pulled her head back and kissed her forcefully on the mouth. Their tongues danced, their teeth crashed, she responded just as forcefully and his hands went around her and he pulled her into his body while his mouth pulled away from hers.

'Open your eyes Olivia,' he said, and he continued to pull her body in tight to his.

'Can you feel that? Can you feel my hard cock?' Still caught up in the kiss she said nothing. 'Answer me,' he demanded.

'Yes, I can feel it,' she whispered.

'I am so hard for you and I'm sure that if I pushed my fingers into your sex I would find you dripping wet for me - is that right?' he asked, 'is that right?'

'Look, if we are going to get along you are going to have to answer me, okay?' he said, a little more gently.

'Yes yes,' she said, 'I'm sorry, I'm just a little – shell shocked.'

'But fucking horny,' he said with a chuckle.

He released his tight grip for a moment and she stepped away and moved quickly toward the door.

'I might be horny,' she said, 'and I might be very wet, but that really is for me to know and for you to find out,' and she giggled and ran to the door.

'Don't mess with me Olivia, you will be sorry,' he said, trying to sound angry but laughing too. He began to stride over to her and she squealed and ran around him making her way across the room.

He moved closer and they began to circle each other, like wrestlers in a ring playing up to the audience.

'I can see that you are in need of slap or two on that wonderful backside of yours and I'm sure that we will get to that, but that will have to wait because, my sweet, I'm going to fuck you so hard when I get my hands on you,' he said, and he took one big step forward and enveloped her in his big arms and walked her backwards and pushed her against the wall. He caught hold of her wrists and moved them up over her head, holding them in place with one big hand. He began to kiss her again whilst his free hand moved down to the hem of her dress. He felt underneath for her panties and then, finding her wet, he pushed his fingers inside her making her cry out.

'Oh God,' she cried, and she moaned and writhed against the wall but his grip held firm, 'No no,' she said.

He hesitated for the merest instant, he released her hands and the wonderful motion of his probing fingers stopped and her eyes flew open. She missed the restraint, she missed the sensual feel of him touching her so forcefully and he caught her eyes with a hungry glare. 'Do you want me to stop Olivia? Tell me, do you want me to stop.'

She looked at him now so hot and hungry and her hands went to his chest and she began to slowly unfasten the buttons of his shirt as she held his gaze with a wanton stare.

That was answer enough and he grabbed her hand and dragged her through to the bedroom and pushed her down on his big bed. As she lay there panting, he unbuckled his belt and moved his boxers down to reveal a huge erect cock and she gasped.

'I hope you are ready Olivia, I've got you now and I intend to have you,' he said. He pulled up her dress and pulled her panties to one side and plunged into her, fucking her almost senseless as he pounded into her wet pussy. He seemed to find every nerve, every ridge, every sensitive spot as he moved around inside her. He was so big he stretched her, but she loved it -hot flames of passion burned her body as she felt him pushing and grinding into her.

'I want you to slow down,' she said, 'go slower because I'm going to squeeze your cock inside me so tightly and it will feel like a fist. Tell me how that feels.'..... And that's how the night progressed, they were both insatiable.

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