Loose End: A One Night Stand Prequal Novella

7. June

SEVEN

One minuteI’m laying on my back, in post-orgasm bliss and the next thing I know, I’m completely naked and straddling his lap while he leans back to slide a condom over his very impressive erection. Like I’m talking this thing could win an Emmy. Heck, it might be bigger than an Emmy.

And then there’s the rest of him.

He really is the whole package.

No pun intended.

He’s leaned back, the ridges of his abdomen flexing as he balances on one arm. The other grips his rigid dick. Just looking at it makes my mouth water and my nipples peak. He’s longer and thicker than I’ve seen in my very limited sexual experience, and I’m not sure I can take all of him, but I’m going to try.

I’ve also never been on top before, but it’s always been something I wanted to experiment with. To have that control over a man, especially someone as big as him, is exhilarating.

“Rise up, Princess.” He taps my outer thigh and I oblige, lifting up and hovering over him. He lines himself at my entrance and runs his hands up my thighs to hold my hips. “Time for me to make you feel good again.”

We both groan as he lowers me down slowly, filling me with his girth and stretching me around him. Inch by inch he pushes into me until the back of my thighs hit the top of his.

My hands dig into his shoulders as he lifts me up his shaft and lets me slide back down. I let out a loud moan and he releases a strangled curse. Our mouths meet in a fury of passion and desire. Our tongues duel for control and I start moving. Up and down, back and forth, I circle my hips, riding him like my life depends on it.

He lets me set the pace, a slow and sensual one that has us both panting and desperate for more while he devours my mouth and runs his fingers through my hair. His hands roam down my back, and across my ribs to cup my breasts. I moan into his mouth as his thumbs swipe across my nipples again and again. He gives one a pinch and then the other and soon I’m writhing in his lap.

He breaks the kiss and has us flipped over in seconds. His chest is heaving with every breath, his eyes have darkened to a deep blue, and his lip is curled, making himself look almost feral. Wild. He peers down at me, licking his bottom lip, before turning me on my side and moving my top leg so that it’s bent and pressing against my stomach.

This time when he slips inside me, it’s even tighter, and I swear I can feel every vein and every ridge of his shaft.

“Fuck,”he grunts. “You feel too good, Princess. Too fucking good.”

I grip onto the sheets underneath me because I have no words. Nothing coherent anyway. Instead I whimper as he pulls back and plunges forward. His hands grips my waist in a tight hold as he increases his pace, thrusting into me with abandon. At this angle, he rubs this spot deep inside me that I had no idea existed.

My legs shake with every stroke.

My whole body is tight and quivering, and I’m close. So close.

He slips a hand between my thighs and finds my swollen clit. He presses down, rubbing and squeezing. I cry out, fuck the only word repeating on my lips. My hips buck and then I fall apart. I shatter around him, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing to keep me grounded to Earth. He groans and releases a few expletives before he shudders and slows his pace to a stop.

He brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss before slipping from me and collapsing on the bed. “Two positions down. A handful more to go.”

“You’ve already surpassed the number of orgasms I’ve had in a week. And those were all battery powered.” I turn over, meeting his gaze.

His eyes soften and he runs a hand down the side of my face and cups my neck. The next kiss is soft and shallow and almost feels like an apology for my past. This is a kiss that says he’ll take care of me. That he’ll be there for me, which is crazy because this is only for tonight.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll have to grab the suitcase I stuffed in the closet earlier, check out, and pick up the broken pieces of my life.

But for now, I’ll give myself over to this man who’s been more attentive in the past two hours than anyone’s been... Ever.

After cleaning up, we both fall back into bed, and I curl into his chest while he rubs my back.

“What kind of music do you like?”

I giggle and snuggle further into his hold. “That’s a bit random, but I’ll bite. I’ll listen to a bit of anything, but I really like nineties alternative. It’s the music of my generation.”

“You couldn’t have been anything but a baby in the nineties. You don’t look like you’re a day over twenty-five.” He chuckles against my hair.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t feel like a Gen-Xer.”

“Fair enough.”

“What about you?” I jab him in the ribs and then press a kiss to his peck.

“I’m a country boy through and through.”

“What? You look more like a Bieber fan than someone who wears cowboy boots and owns several large belt buckles.”

He grunts, his hand lazily stroking down my arm. “I’m pretty sure I’m offended by that, but I’ll let it slide for tonight. Favorite movie?”

“Tough questions. Probably The Avengers followed very closely by While You Were Sleeping because you know, Bill Pullman.”

“I do love Bill Pullman, so I’ll say Independence Day followed by all of the Jurassic Parks because you know, dinosaurs.”

“What is it with guys and dinosaurs?”

“Well.” He sits up, stretching over me. “We like things that go rahhhhhh.”

His hands dance along my ribs, tickling me until I have tears leaking from my eyes and my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

“You’re more than I expected,” he says, his voice turning solemn, his lip tipped into a frown. “You make me think about more.”

I keep quite, letting his confession drift off into the night. More is the one thing I can’t give.

He leans in kissing me softly before biting the curve of my neck and tackling me back down to the bed. He trails his tongue around the shell of my ear, across my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. Any questions I had turn to dust as my train of thought derails.

“I’d ask your favorite color, but at this point I think it’s safe to assume it’s white.” He chuckles against my skin.

“I’d tell you to go fuck yourself, but only if I can watch.”

We spend the rest of the night talking about ridiculous things, being very careful not to venture into a topic that would be considered personal. And in between conversations, he rocks my fucking world. I usually don’t swear, or at least I try not to, but it feels critical here.

Not to mention, his sexual athleticism is astounding.

We have sex standing up in the middle of the room with him bouncing me up and down on his dick, against the door, sideways, backwards… so many different ways I’m pretty sure I lost track. But that first one. The one with me laying on my side, slightly curled. That one was my favorite. I felt everything and it was glorious.

He’s pretty special too. I’m glad for the momentary distraction from my life and even more grateful that he showed me how I deserve to be treated. That I shouldn’t settle for less.

My very own Prince Charming.

The difference is that there will be no Cinderella ending in this story.

I’ll be leaving tomorrow, and the Prince won’t be chasing after his Princess. Not this time. No grand gesture. No happily ever after.

Instead, we’ll part ways, and our time together will fade into a hazy memory.

It’ll be something to keep me warm on the cold lonely nights while I piece myself back together and pretend I’m okay. And maybe, just maybe, for a minute I will be.

I wish things could be different. That maybe I didn’t just get dumped right before my wedding and he would be someone I got to keep.

But this isn’t a fairytale and it’s about time I wake up.