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  Unbroken Pleasures

  By Alisa Easton

  Copyright © 2013 Alisa Easton

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  I believe in love, lust, sex, and romance. I don’t want everything to add up to the perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and madness. I want it all.

  ~Author Unknown

  Chapter 1

  The rain poured down in sheets creating a symphony of sounds as it bounced off windows, garbage cans, and the empty street. It was late, sometime after two a.m., and most respectable people were tucked away against the weather in their beds, sound asleep and dreaming of everything the new day would bring.

  I wasn’t one of those respectable people. I’d been suffering insomnia on and off throughout my life but the last few days, it had only gotten worse. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I tossed and turned, restless in my bed, until the darkness surrounding me weighed down like claustrophobia. I needed to get out. I needed to walk. Something in the night called to me.

  At that hour, you don’t encounter many neighbors on the street. The world is wrapped in an eerie stillness that is unshakable. If it weren’t for the rain pouring down around me, the world would have felt unreal.

  The cold droplets eventually began to permeate my clothes as I walked. I pulled my jacket around me tighter to no avail. It only brought the wetness closer to my skin. I felt a single, lonely raindrop trace a path from my neck down between my breasts. I didn’t regret not wearing a bra. The sensation of rain against my skin invigorated me, almost to the point of being arousing.

  It was just then I caught a glimpse of someone on the road ahead. He was clad in a black raincoat, his face hidden by the wide brim of a black umbrella. He appeared to be watching something in the distance but from my point of view, I couldn’t tell what it was.

  Common sense may have told me to walk the other way and avoid strangers on empty roads so late at night. But common sense had abandoned me after days of fitful sleep. My curiosity urged me closer.

  The stranger didn’t sense my presence as I drew closer. His attention was absorbed in something more important. As I stood a few feet behind him undetected, I caught a glimpse of the sight that commanded his full attention. We were not the only two awake so late at night. A single light emanated from the house in front of us from one large window. The curtains were pulled back to reveal its occupants. Perhaps the couple didn’t care about the window because they believed their privacy was secured by the lateness of the night? Or maybe they just didn’t care if someone, like this man, stopped to watch? Did the man know the couple or had he simply happened upon them as he walked?

  The couple was completely entangled and oblivious to everything around them, their attention fully absorbed in one another. Both beautiful bodies glimmered with sweat from their exertions. While a part of me wanted to yell out to the man for being a pervert and watching the unsuspecting couple, another part of me couldn’t blame him. Something about them was entrancing and I found it nearly impossible to pull my attention away.

  A quiet sigh escaped the stranger’s lips. He was enjoying the performance. The rain around us poured harder. I was suddenly aware of how much I was enjoying it too. My clothes clung to my flesh making my body ache for more closeness. I wanted to switch places with the young woman in the window. Her lover’s arms were wrapped tightly around her as he thrust his hips to meet hers.

  A sigh must have betrayed my existence because suddenly the stranger turned around to notice me standing there.

  A look of shock quickly turned to something darker, anger perhaps, maybe embarrassment?

  “What are you looking at?” he said scowling.

  I stammered trying to find the words as I was jolted from the erotic scene painted before me. I hadn’t anticipated what I would say to the man. I hadn’t expected to speak to him at all. I wanted to slip away and fade into the night. I turned and started walking in the direction of my home as the light from the lovers’ house flickered off making me feel very alone and very vulnerable.

  “Hey, where are you going?” he asked as I picked up my pace. He caught up to me quickly. I didn’t dare look at his face.

  “Here, share my umbrella. It’s pouring out here,” he said.

  “No thanks,” I told him, “I’d rather walk alone.”

  “Don’t get the wrong idea about me. I’m not some pervert or anything,” he said ignoring me.

  “It’s okay, really. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I don’t even know you.”

  “I wasn’t watching.”

  “Sure.”

  “It’s late.”

  I felt his body heat as he continued walking beside me feeling some strange need to make conversation. What invisible force kept him near me? Why didn’t he just go away and leave me alone, the way I wanted to be?

  I glanced at him, his face distorted by shadows. He was handsome from what I could tell, in a rugged sort of way. I wasn’t expecting to find myself attracted to him. He smiled at me. It was a warm smile covering a cold loneliness in his eyes. It was hard not to feel drawn to him. He seemed to relax as I contemplated him. Suddenly he felt more like an old friend than a complete stranger.

  “What are you doing out here all by yourself in the middle of the night?” he asked. “It’s dangerous. You never know what pervert you could meet out on the streets at this hour.” He laughed softly at his own humor.

  I didn’t find it so amusing.

  I stopped in front of my house realizing in horror that I’d just led this complete stranger to my home. For all I knew, he’d be outside watching my windows some night. Instead of repulsing me as this idea should have, it actually sent a shiver of excitement to my core. This confused me even more. I should run screaming but here I was practically handing myself over to a man that for all I knew could be a rapist or a killer.

  What would I do?

  We lingered there for a moment, neither of us saying a word. Sexual electricity charged the air around us with the memory of the couple still fresh in our minds. I looked into his eyes. They may have been a deep brown but it was hard to tell in the darkness. I looked away to break the spell.

  “It’s getting chilly,” he said finally.

  “Yes, I should go inside.”

  “I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a cup of coffee?”

  Absolutely not. I wasn’t crazy enough to invite this stranger into my home. He read the horror in my eyes and nodded in understanding. His compassionate look told me that he’d do the same in my situation. Still, we lingered there unable or unwilling to break the odd magnetic attraction between us. I began to shiver. He put one large arm around me and pulled me close to him. I felt warm, sweet breath on my face and I couldn’t bring myself to break the connection. I wanted him and I didn’t care about the consequences.

  I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against my lips and I breathed deeply into the moment. He wanted me too. Now it was unmistakable. His tongue tested mine carefully. A strong hand lingered momentarily at my waist and then slowly traced a path to my breast. I pressed myself harder into his gentle touch, almost melting into his arms. Somewhere in my mind I began to rationalize the experience, telling myself it was only a dream even though I knew that even a dream couldn’t possibly feel this good.

  I wanted more. He started to pull away but I resisted letting him go. He looked into my eyes searching for answers to unspoken questions that hung between us.

  “Do you still want that cup of coffee?” I whispered.

  He pulled me in closer still finding my lips with a sense of urgency and purpose. I felt my front door smooth and cold against my back as he pushed against me.
I let out a whimper and managed to put enough distance between us to fumble in my pocket for the key to the door, barely able to insert it into the keyhole to open us into the quiet of my home.

  We didn’t bother turning on any lights. We didn’t bother with the coffee pot either.

  For a moment we were two shadows unmoving in the darkness. We stared at each other in silence even though there was little we could see. Then he closed and locked the door behind me. I drew a quick breath as my heart leapt in my chest. I momentarily panicked. There was no turning back now. For better or for worse, the handsome stranger was standing in my house and seemed to loom tall over me.

  “I want to see you naked,” he whispered in my ear.

  I shuddered. The cold dampness had soaked through me. I needed to get out of these wet clothes. A hot shower would feel really good.

  There didn’t seem to be much point in saying anything. The image of the young lovers on display in the window flashed through my mind and warmth spread over me. A part of me wanted them to watch what I was about to do.

  I turned and headed down the hall toward my shower knowing he would follow. Not wanting the harshness of overhead light to break the spell in which we were undeniably trapped, I fumbled for the small candle and matches that I kept in the bathroom. The light fragrance of vanilla began to fill the room.

  The stranger remained in the doorway as I slowly began peeling away the wet layers of clothing. First I let my jacket slide down my arms and I tossed aside. My blue t-shirt clung tightly to my breasts, each nipple erect with the sensations and commanding his full attention.

  I unsnapped my jeans and slowly inched them over my hips, down my thighs, and to my feet. A gentle kick and the jeans landed next to the discarded jacket. I was left standing in the revealing t-shirt and a pair of matching bikini briefs trimmed in lace while the shadows danced on the walls of the bathroom to the flicker of the candle. I contemplated whether or not I could continue this strip. His hungry eyes watched me intently, silently begging for more. I wondered how he managed to practice such self control standing in the doorway watching me but then, this obviously wasn’t his first time watching.

  “Don’t stop,” he pleaded in a voice saturated in lust. The words sent a spark of electricity through my core and with his gaze locked into mine, I didn’t want to stop.

  The sound of his voice willed me to continue. Without hesitation, I peeled the wet t-shirt off my skin, over my head, and let it drop to the floor. My breasts glistened in the candlelight. The stranger licked his lips as he stared at them. My legs trembled slightly as I pushed my panties down to the floor leaving me completely naked on full display for the unknown man. He still didn’t move from his space in the doorway and I wasn’t sure what he expected me to do.

  I stepped into the shower without bothering to close the shower curtain. I felt his eyes follow me. I turned on steamy water and let it cascade over me, the heat of the shower washing away the cold of the rain. I closed my eyes and massaged my skin under the water. I imagined I was outside again in the rain watching the lovers entwined in their perfect embrace, satisfying each other’s desires completely. I imagined I was in the beautiful woman’s place being pleasured in a way I’d never experienced before.

  It felt natural to let my hands slide over my skin. I longed to be touched and caressed. I opened my eyes to find that the stranger had moved closer but still hadn’t made any motions to join me. He still watched me with the same intense stare as he leaned casually against the bathroom wall where he had a better vantage point of the show that I would inevitably give him. My hands stroked my breasts, a simple act that I was no stranger to performing in the privacy of my own sheets, but somehow managed to elicit a moan as I teased myself in front of the man. I could see the reflection of my lust in his eyes and it propelled me forward. He reached out to let one hand trail over my wet skin and seek the place between my thighs that had ached.

  He pressed two fingers firmly and circled. I didn’t dare to look away from him. I opened myself wider to accommodate him as he continued to pleasure me.

  He was breathing faster, almost panting as he watched me. Despite what must have been a damp chill from his rain-soaked clothes, a few beads of sweat appeared along his forehead but he never took his eyes off me. I wanted to see how much our actions affected him but that damn coat kept all traces of his arousal hidden from my view, simultaneously frustrating me and turning me on even more.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. I was so close to going over the edge completely that my body trembled. I stretched my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. I kissed his lips but he didn’t kiss me back. I kissed his cheeks, his chin, his forehead and trailed a line of wet kisses along his neck but he didn’t even lift an arm to embrace me. I sighed and moaned trying to wrap him around me. His fingers lingered feather light against my sensitive skin making me even wetter than I’d already been and I was rewarded by a low moan that escaped his throat. I moaned harder against him. He worked me faster in response.

  At this point, I had nearly dragged him into the shower with me but he didn’t seem to care that his clothes were getting soaked again. His entire focus was feeling me, stroking me, pleasuring me, and finally kissing me. He devoured me, his lips tasting my lips and teasing my tongue without giving up. I fumbled with the buttons on his coat until I could reach inside to unzip his jeans and massage the bulge that waited for me. This made him press into me even harder, first with two fingers and then with three until I could barely take it any longer.

  He slammed my back into the wall and used his free hand to pull my leg around his hips, stretching my legs apart to give him even better access to the place of my body that he wanted to possess. I gave myself to him freely arching my back and pushing my body onto his hand even harder. Water spilled down between us and he licked away the drops from my neck as I let my head fall back in ecstasy. My arms and my legs trembled at his touch every time he stopped and gently caressed and then resumed the touch that I needed even more. He managed to keep me just at the edge for so long that I could barely stand it.

  I reached for his belt again hoping to free him but he caught my hand and held it over my head with his free hand while he stroked me enough to finally push me over the edge. My entire body shook with the exertion of my orgasm as I screamed out letting my body fall limp in his arms. He kissed me again, gently this time, looking into my eyes and sighing against me. I could barely stand on my own two feet but I already knew that this would never be enough. I wanted as much of this man as he would allow me to take. Time around us felt like it had stopped as he held me until the water ran cold.

  Eventually I leaned down to turn off the taps and stepped out of the shower to towel myself dry. I grabbed an extra towel and tossed it in his direction.

  “Why don’t you get out of those wet clothes,” I said seeing that he was dripping all over my bathroom floor, “and I’ll toss them in the dryer for you.”

  He didn’t say anything. He took the towel I had offered him and used it to mop at his clothes but it seemed like a useless exercise to me. His coat still hung slightly open and I couldn’t help sneaking a glance at the bulge in his crotch. It gave me a new twinge of excitement. My reasons for wanting him out of those clothes weren’t entirely innocent. I was more than a little disappointed when he seemed to shrug off my offer.

  “You can’t go out there in wet clothes like that. You must be pruning by now,” I continued wondering if the desperation that I felt translated into the tone of my voice. I had just experienced the most amazing orgasm of my life with only his hand. Was it really so shocking that I wanted to find out what the rest of him would be like? If he realized what I had in mind, he was doing a pretty good job of avoiding it. Maybe he only got off on watching? I might have already pushed his limits by having him touch me.

  “I have to go,” he said in barely more than a whisper. I was too stunned to say anything. Finished drying off, I wrapped the towel around my naked
body and looked at him as if I didn’t understand what he was saying. I guess on some level, I didn’t. His eyes roamed over my towel-covered body and he licked his lips again. The lust still shone in his eyes when he looked at me. Why didn’t he want me to return the satisfaction that he’d given to me? Was I not being clear enough on my intentions?

  Boldly, I reached out and let my hand roam his body starting with his cheek and ending at his groin. I squeezed gently, satisfied at the firmness that I found there. He didn’t allow my hand to linger. He pulled away and started making his way back to my front door. I was horrified and humiliated. I’d just given myself over to a complete stranger and offered him even more and all he could do was turn his back and walk away from me? I cursed under my breath. It made me want him even more. I followed after him determined not to let him walk out that door until he at least told me why.

  “Where are you going?” I said knowing that the words came out sounding angrier than I had intended.

  “I can’t stay,” he said without turning around to face me, “I’m sorry.” His words were filled with regret.

  He hesitated a moment at the door as if there was something more that he wanted to say to me but only silence filled the space around us. I clung tightly to the towel as the first stabs of regret filled me. What had I just done?

  “What’s your name?” I asked breaking the silence. He didn’t answer so I took a deep breath and asked the question I dreaded to ask. “Will I see you again?”

  “I can’t.”

  “What do you mean, you can’t?” I said with the anger filling me again. I reached out to grab his shoulder trying to turn him to face me. He couldn’t touch me like that and tell me that he could never see me again. He turned and faced me, his eyes searching mine, wishing to communicate something, perhaps some deeply hidden desire, but he only looked at me with that same lost, lonely look in his eyes that infuriated me even more.