Afterburn (NC-17)
I step into the bar, still reeling from completing that last job. I need something to burn away the new vivid images playing in my mind. I hardly ever kill anymore, but tonight it was personal.
I spot him sitting in the corner, furtively surveying his surroundings. He’s scruffy, mean-looking, dead sexy. I know immediately that this stranger is exactly the kind of distraction I need. Screw alcohol. Screw him instead.
I walk to the bar and order a bottle and two glasses. As I look over, he’s waving off an extremely intoxicated blonde trying her luck. Looks like my new abilities are gonna come in handy.
I catch his eye as I saunter toward him, bottle dangling from my fingers. He’s still looking when I’m standing in front of him, so I know it won’t be a tough sell. Slamming the bottle on the table, I cut my eyes in the direction of the blonde and hope he catches my double entendre. “Care for something a little stronger?”
The bottle gets an once-over and he gives a curt nod. Everyone’s for sale if the price is right.
“So who are you tonight, darlin’?” he asks as I sit down. I smile. Couldn’t have played this better myself.
“Who do you want me to be, sugah?” I ask while I pull up my latest addition and transform myself into the blonde from before.
I watch his face contort in confusion and then disgust at what I am, as I continue to change from woman to woman.
“What the hell kind of game is this?” he growls, but interest flickers across his face as I hit on something. Should’ve known he was into redheads. I sweeten the deal by playing with a lock of my now fiery red strands.
"You're telling me you have troubles grasping the possibilities? Or wait, maybe you prefer curly?" I tease and pull at the ringlet now wrapped around my finger.
"I prefer knowing just who the hell I'm dealing with!"
“I’m your wildest fantasy, sugah. You sure you don’t wanna play?”
In a flash, he’s out of his seat. He grabs me and shoves me against the wall. He looks angry and his grip hurts so good. I lick my lips as I savor the solidity of his muscular body invading my space. We both feel it, the proof that he is not unaffected by me, pressing against my hip, deliciously hard. I tilt my pelvis toward him, giving him just that little bit of friction, telling him I’m ready right then and there. He groans. Then, without a word, he turns on his heel and drags me out of the place. I’m surprised when he doesn’t go around the building to push me against the wall. Instead, he shoves me into his car and we drive in silence. He picks a spot in the woods and pulls over. He’s about to turn off the engine, but I grab his hand.
“No,” I say, “Leave it running.”
I step out into the darkness and reappear in the yellow spotlight of his headlights. I remove my top, then my bra. I play with the size of my breasts, making them bigger, smaller, perkier, rounder.
“Tell me what you like,” I say, cupping them.
He storms out of his car towards me. He picks me up and slams me down on the hood, then pulls my pants and underwear off in a single motion. He yanks my head back by the hair and goes in for the kill. I feel his tongue landing on my jugular and travel all the way up behind my ear. I’m purring like the engine.
“Take me now,” I say. “Show me.”
I hear the rip of his zipper and feel his thumb on my clit. He circles it and god, it’s good. Then I feel the head of his cock placed at my opening, and it’s hard and soft and so warm. He’s not pressing yet, just moving it up and down between my lips and every time he makes contact with my clit, it’s like an electrical jolt shoots through me.
I groan and whimper, tilting my hips towards him. One last jolt and then he plunges into me. I bite my knuckles to prevent myself from screaming. He fills me up and he is spectacular. I realize I need his shirts off right this minute and start pulling ineffectually from my position under him. He decides to help and reveals a massive chest, honed to perfection. Good god, this man is sex on legs. And he is inside me. Just the thought is enough to make me come, but not yet.
His thrusts are pushing me up and down the hood of the car. The vibrations of the running engine send my nerves tingling and the metal under me is hot, almost burning. He leans over me and his face and shoulders are tense, his whole body working me.
I feel it now, everything coiling together, preparing for what’s about to come. My stomach muscles tense, pulling me up off the car. I grab a hold of his neck and lean my forehead on that beautiful chest of his. His cock is touching all the right spots, every thrust getting me closer, closer.
And then it’s there. The coil snaps, and wave after wave of color and light sweep over me. I feel my body writhing and bite into his bicep to keep myself from wailing. He groans at the pain, and his thrusts become jerky, uneven. I feel him pulsing inside me, and it sends me over the edge yet again. He growls, almost like a lion, as he empties himself inside me.
We’re both gasping for air, leaning against each other. I lazily register that my hair has returned to its normal colors and my breasts to their usual size. I feel his arms around me and in that moment, I am simply a woman enjoying the protective embrace of her lover. I allow myself a contented sigh. Then I feel him moving, pulling out of me and it feels empty without him there.
He picks up my pants. He throws them at me and I catch them. I hop off the hood and start pulling them on as I see him grab his own shirts and get behind the wheel.
“You’re not waiting?” I say, and it’s more of a statement, because I know it to be true.
“You’re so resourceful,” he says. “Surely you don’t need me.” He revs the engine and takes off.
Despite myself, I appreciate his special brand of humor. After all, I could’ve easily done the same. But if he thinks we’re finished, he’s in for a surprise. I’ve got his number, and more importantly, I’ve got his license plate number.
I hook my bra and look around for the tallest tree. I stick my shirt in my pocket and start climbing. My nerves are still on end, and the feel of bark crumbling under my fingers is almost painful. I’m searching in the recesses of my mind for another old friend and her particular abilities. What was it she called herself? Miss Marvel?