LAWLESS GAMES
By Emma Kaufmann
published by Booklocker
(www.booklocker.com)
on 20 July 2001
ISBN: 1-931391-69-6
Chapter 1
Lawless Games
by Emma Kaufmann
Chloe awoke. There was someone in bed with her. She blinked her eyes
against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room. The realization
struck her that something hard was pressing between the cheeks of her
bare bottom. It continued to probe. Chloe gasped-no mistaking what it
was-and it was causing exquisite sensations.
She scanned the room for clues to his identity, and took in her discarded
clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket. Her head pounded with the
after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy, hungover state she felt
the stirrings of arousal. Something was holding her back from doing the
sensible thing, to turn round and discover his identity. Behind her she
heard the steady breathing of a man who was still asleep. That would buy
her some time until she decided what to do.
While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together yesterday's
memories. Since finishing law school two months ago she had been touring
around Australia. She had taken the ten-hour bus journey yesterday, from
Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious hippy resort on the east coast. Yes,
she remembered now, getting off the bus in the evening. Sweaty and tired
she had made her way to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into
focus, it was coming back to her, gradually now. Her eyes felt dry and
she was in dire need of a coffee. She had met a man, an English man, t
His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming over her
labia. She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through her. It was this
pleasant pressure, she realized, that was making her reluctant to turn
to face him. An image was forming in her mind, of the man she had spent
the evening with, handsome, with dark hair. A snatch of conversation floated
into her mind.
"They're after me, I know it," he'd said. "They've followed me from London.
I chose this place because it's completely off the beaten track, just
surfers and new agers, and still they find me." She must have looked puzzled
because he had continued, "I saw the two of them, waiting for me outside
my hotel in a car. Now, everywhere I look I see them. They're tailing
me. Guess it's time to move on."
She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank, functional
walls of the room. She could hear the splash of the swimming pool beyond
the window. She barely remembered booking herself into this place, which
from the look of it was a youth hostel.
Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from sleep
to consciousness. Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He was lying with
his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm. Her eyes took in the
curve of his biceps, then ran down to his bronzed chest, firmly muscled,
broad and hairless and very provocative. It was an enormous relief to
find that he was so good looking.
Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him. When
he opened his eyes she was lying only centimeters away. They were a clear,
piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking, he focused on her.
He rubbed his square chin, covered in stubble, and smiled.
"Who on earth are you?" He spoke in an immaculate English accent.
She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked with
a strange man, suddenly making her blush.
"I'm Chloe."
He propped himself up on one arm. "Oh, right. I'm Jaspar." He fixed her
with a direct stare, which made her feel as if she had something to feel
guilty about. "And could you tell me how we happen to be sharing this
bed?"
"No. I was hoping you could tell me." She paused, lowering her eyelids,
then meeting his gaze again. "Did we?"
"Did we what?" There was a trace of humor in his voice.
"Well, you know, have-"
"Spit it out!"
"Sex!" she blurted.
Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter.
"Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back, ooh, two or three
times. And you tell me you can't remember any of it?"
"Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously pissed."
"Oh, you do exaggerate, Chloe. A few beers, a couple of whiskies. You
were perfectly lucid."
While they were talking he had edged himself forward on the bed, so that
again she could feel his erect cock brushing against her pubic hair. His
body emanated heat, a heat that was causing thoughts to swirl and collide
in her head. She was confused and unsure what to believe about him. He
was dangerous, she sensed that, but he was also a puzzle that Chloe was
determined to get to the bottom of. If only she could recall the night's
events more fully.
She swept her long blonde hair away from her forehead, which was damp
with perspiration, the movement causing the sheet to fall away revealing
her full breasts, tanned to a golden brown and scattered with freckles
in the hollow between them. She reached down to pull up the sheet but
he gently pushed it away again.
"I just can't remember. What did we do exactly?" she murmured.
His gaze had moved from her large gray-green eyes, skimming over her
delicate nose, her mouth with its full lower lip and had finally come
to rest on her breasts, scrutinizing her nipples which tingled and hardened
under his gaze.
"When I see those the memories come flooding back to me." He paused as
if chewing over a thought. "Look, why waste time with me giving you a
detailed account of what happened last night."
"Well, what do you suggest?" she asked coquettishly.
"Well, how about I show you?"
She started to laugh. It was a very tempting offer. "I just don't know
if it would be-"
"What? Appropriate? You're an English girl a million miles away from
home. Who's going to know what you get up to?"
She relaxed. He was right of course. This was her last taste of freedom
before settling down to her career. And since they had done it last night,
it seemed churlish to object now. Anyway, she had always found that sex
in the morning cured a hangover.
All her objections melted away as she felt her nipple slip into his mouth.
His stubble rubbed against the areole, its abrasiveness strangely arousing
as he sucked hard on her erect nipple. With his hand he rolled the other
nipple between his fingers, sending sharp arrows of pleasure across her
breasts. Then he took it in his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth
across its sensitive tip, causing Chloe to moan with the almost unbearable
pleasure. Then he started attacking her breasts with small bites, as Chloe
arched her back, surprised but enjoying his forceful handling of the situation.
She hadn't experienced such driven male energy in a long time. He was
stoked up, and his fiery passion bubbled under the surface, desperate
for release. Her pussy grew hot as the juices began to flow. His mouth
moved down her body, slowly, tantalizingly biting the taut flesh of her
stomach and moving down, inch by inch to the wispy blonde hair that covered
her mound.
Instinctively her thighs opened, ready for him. He paused for a moment
and she felt a flutter of self-consciousness as she thought of him scrutinizing
her pussy. He pulled back her labia and began to lick back and forth along
the opening, drinking in her musky juices. Every time his tongue reached
the top of her slit it brushed casually across her clit, creating rampant
pulses of pleasure.
Finally, his tongue settled on the swollen bud, dragging it gently from
side to side. She gasped in delight as he abruptly entered her with his
two fingers, driving her back on the bed as she squirmed against his hand.
As he thrust his fingers deep within her tight tunnel while continuing
to torment her clit she began to buck against his mouth, so urgent was
her need for release from this build up of exquisite pleasure. She reached
her climax gradually, one peak of pleasure more heightened than the last
until finally she felt herself flung into darkness, spasming wildly while
cross-currents of pleasure coursed from deep within her with an intensity
that she had never experienced before.
As she lay panting, he kissed her hard, his tongue probing for hers,
tasting herself on his tongue. His stubble was rubbing against the sensitized
skin around her mouth, stoking up the heat between them a further notch.
Pulling away from him she slid down his hard body to his cock that had
so delightfully awoken her that morning. As he lay on his back she gazed
down at it, then reached to touch it. It was impressive in length and
girth. At that moment she felt an urgent stirring within her pussy. After
the impressive way he had made her climax with his hand she felt sure
he would be equally talented when he fucked her. <
She took the head in her mouth while sheathing his foreskin back and
forth. Circling the shaft tightly with her hand to prevent the whole of
its impressive length from entering, she took more of it into her mouth,
moving deliciously along its length and tasting the stirrings of his arousal,
which was leaking from the tip.
She was lost in her sensual activity when he pushed her gently away so
that she was now on her back, her hair wildly tangled around her flushed
face. He eased himself on top of her, and, holding her thighs wide open,
began to push his cock into her entrance. He moved back and forth, at
first with very shallow thrusts of his cock until she again began to moan
and grab at his shoulders, wanting him deeper inside her. He stopped for
a moment, bent down to her ear and whispered,
"Shall I let you into a little secret? We didn't do anything last night.
I remember everything perfectly. I wanted to, but you just passed out
on the bed. So I had to store up all my energy until now, our first time.
But it was certainly worth it!"
He started to butt his cock into her vagina, a little deeper this time.
"Oh, you bastard," she said, in mock anger. She no longer cared how she
had got here, only that she was here on the verge of him taking her. She
moved her legs so that they hooked over his shoulders. With a jolt he
entered her fully, with such force that her breasts quivered. She cried
out at the ferocity of his entrance. It felt good to be filled up so completely.
With every thrust he drove into her lubricated tunnel, the head of his
cock hitting the neck of her womb. She looked up at him. His eyes were
closed, perspiration forming on his forehead, as he ploughed into
Afterwards she felt a warm glow settle on her body as she lay face down
on the bed. The sun was still streaming through the window. She should
get up, but not just yet. She could sense that he was becoming restless
beside her. He started to slip on some shorts and a T-shirt. Was he trying
to run out on her already? she thought apprehensively.
"Where are you going?"
"Don't worry. I'm just off to try and find the toilet."
When he had left she lazily rolled over onto her back. She needed to
know something about him. If there really were some people following him,
might she also be in danger? Suddenly a pale shape registered at the edge
of her vision. Rolling onto one side she propped herself up on her elbow
to get a better look at what had caught her eye. She could just make out
the tip of an envelope protruding from his jacket pocket. She guessed
that she had been too hungover to notice it earlier. She was not in the
habit of reading other people's letters, but its lure was too powerful
to resist.
She got out of bed and pulled it out, rationalizing that it was her only
means of getting some answers.
The back of the envelope had deeply embossed letters spelling out Clancy
and Durham, a name far from unfamiliar to her. Clancy and Durham were
in a league of their own, one of the most reputable law firms in London.
A firm that was completely out of her reach, she thought with some bitterness.
She had worked hard at university, harder than many of her colleagues.
She had applied to many firms but had pinned her hopes on getting a contract
at one of the big ones in the City. So far she had been unsuccessful.
Knowing that the competition for these places was very fierce was no compensation.
She held the envelope in her hand, wondering whether she had the courage
to draw out its contents.
She heard his footsteps return, and as he turned the handle she quickly
stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and just made it back into the
bed as he entered the room.
He lay down beside her and started nuzzling her neck, but her mind was
still on the letter.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Yes, a bit."
"Would you get me something? I'm famished."
"I'm not surprised. That was really something this morning."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did. But right now I really
need a coffee and a bacon sandwich."
"Certainly. What madam wants madam shall have." He leant over and kissed
her full on the lips, then left the room.
To her relief, he left his jacket. She hesitated for a moment, then swiftly
pulled out the envelope. Surely it would offer some clue to Jaspar's identity.
Unfolding the thick creamy paper, she read,
Dear Jaspar,
Thank you for your postcard. Byron Bay sounds like an interesting place
but I fear that the drugs that you are smoking have addled your brain.
Unfortunately, I must decline your request to lend you ten thousand pounds.
I can't imagine what you need it for. Surely you haven't spent your inheritance
already? If you have squandered your father's money within six months
you have only yourself to blame. May I suggest that you get yourself a
job? I hope that the prospect of working will not prove to be too much
of a shock to the system.
John
That Jaspar had money worries came as no surprise to Chloe, but what
really interested her about the letter was the fact that Jaspar's uncle
worked at this firm. To her great shame, she had not yet managed to secure
a position, although a small firm in Oxford had asked her to contact them
when she returned. She would have to start the long climb to the top from
there.
Folding the letter, she carefully slid it back into the envelope, placed
it in the jacket and waited for Jaspar to return.
That evening, after spending the day together, they lay on the beach,
looking up at the stars. She could sense that Jaspar's mind was full of
his own problems but she didn't want to pry. She wanted to keep things
casual. Soon they would go their separate ways, and she sensed that getting
involved with Jaspar could only spell trouble.
She was lying across his chest as he lay sprawled out on the white sand,
running his fingers through her hair.
"I'll have to be going tomorrow."
"Where to?"
"I can't really say."
"What's the big secret?" He continued to run his fingers along her scalp,
but then abruptly he yanked a lock of her hair.
"Ow!" He continued to tug at her hair so she shook him free, and sat
up. "What the hell was that for?"
"For being nosey."
"Are you crazy?" She rubbed her head. Suddenly she was glad that he was
leaving. He was definitely a little unhinged. "I only asked."
"I'll ask the questions if you don't mind."
There was an awkward silence.
"What do you do back in England?"
"I've just finished law school. When I get back I need to find a job
as a trainee solicitor."
"Nothing lined up?"
"Nothing worth talking about," she said sulkily.
He became silent. Chloe turned and looked down at him quizzically.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking." He took another moment to process a thought.
"I know someone who works at Clancy and Durham, my uncle."
"Really!" she said with commendable deceit. "They're in a league of their
own."
"Yeah? He's the big boss man. Heads the Corporate Litigation Department.
How about I put in a good word for you?"
"Oh, I don't know if I'd fit in at a place like that," she said, turning
away. Now that the possibility of getting a job there had suddenly presented
itself she started to feel anxious. Would she fit in?
"Don't sell yourself short."
"Well, I don't know, they've probably filled all the trainee solicitors
positions by now, but I'd be happy to start as a paralegal."
"Well, I'll see what I can do. My sister Felicity works there as a paralegal.
She's been there for a year now. But like you, she's desperate to become
a solicitor."
"If you're sure you don't mind. That would be great."
"No problem. I'll phone him as soon as it's nine am in London."
She buried her head in his neck, murmuring, "Thank you Jaspar, thank
you."
A wave of optimism flooded through her. Suddenly all her doubts left
her. She would make it as a solicitor, that she was sure of.
This is chapter 1 of the erotic thriller LAWLESS GAMES which is now
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