Chasing Storm by Teagan Kade Page A

collapse against the hood of the car.
    He steps back and his cock comes free slick with sperm, birthed from my pussy as he stands there trying to regain his composure.
    My orgasm continues even as my vision clears, my jaw clenching and releasing, back arching and throat contracting. It seems endless as I reach between my legs to stifle it.
    Done, I look down and see my wet and flushed sex aflame, bright red, my lips raw.
    I still cannot believe what I have done, what has just taken place here. He stands back and examines me when I try to sit up. My legs are shaky, Jello-like as I stand. Oil slides down my legs and backs in thick sheets.
    Storm comes forward and begins to peel the wet layers off.
    Not a single word is spoken.
    When I’m naked, he picks me up under the legs and carries me through the shed into the hammering rain outside and the house beyond. Droplets of oil and cum stain his carpet, but he doesn’t seem to care, carrying me to the bathroom and setting me up standing in the shower. He turns on the taps to full blast and I scream as cold water belts my body. It soon turns warm and then hot. He watches on with his cock still out and wet from its time spent buried in my body.
    I run my fingers through my hair, attempt to squeeze the oil away. He helps, using a flannel to wipe the murky substance from my back and legs, taking extra time around my buttocks as I hang my head and watch the dense substance sucked away down the plughole.
    When I’m suitably clean, he pulls the shower curtain closed. “I’ll leave you to it.”
    I brush the curtain aside and pull him in, clothes and all, into the scalding stream of water. I draw him to my body and reach down for his cock.
    I don’t even know who this Alice is.
    I look into his eyes as I start to jerk him off, bringing his member back to life. “No, stay.”

Chapter Seven
    I wake in a panic, sitting bolt upright. I’m in a strange room, a strange bed – again. There’s barely anything in here.
    I look around to try to find something that might provide context.
    Storm.
    Steam clouds out from the bathroom doorway. I can hear the shower going.
    My pussy’s actually throbbing between my legs and my entire body aches. When I lie back down I feel every joint working to accommodate the motion.
    What. The. Hell, Alice?
    What was I thinking? Did I even initiate it, or did he? I’m confused, disorientated. One minute I’m walking through the fields in the middle of nowhere and then I’m fucking a complete stranger – not just once either. No protection, Alice? God, what is happening to me? Who is this person, this alternate Alice who goes around sleeping with men she barely knows, or remembers?
    I don’t know any more.
    I roll over and take in his scent. It lingers, undertones of our many sex acts returning and the vividness of it rushing into my head.
    It was amazing, yes. Different to my time with Dan, no doubt, but with an edge, a desperation and danger.
    Can I allow myself to fall like this? Does he even want it? Maybe he’s simply hoping I just leave.
    In your broken car, genius?
    Oh.
    He comes out of the shower drying his hair. He’s otherwise completely naked, his cock swinging freely between his legs. A pang of need shoots up my spine.
    It’s different in the stark clarity of day. His scars have more contrast, his tats standing out on his skin. He makes his way over to the bed. He sits down on the edge and runs a finger up my exposed ankle. “I fixed your car. Hope you don’t mind.”
    “What was wrong with it? The electrics, right?”
    “Out of gas.”
    I mentally slap myself. Idiot.
    “Taped up that window too, but I’m afraid it’s still a bit of a swimming pool in there.”
    “I figured. That was some storm.”
    “Well, it is the season for it – twisters, hail, flying cows, you name it.”
    “Flying cows?”
    He laughs. It’s the first time I’ve seen him soften – figuratively and literally. “Perhaps not, but you don’t want to be