How To Fake A Fiancé (The How To #2)
Chapter One
Thursday, September 1
Dallas, TX
Ian
“ A re you sure you don’t need me?” I ask my brother through the speaker phone of my car as I slog through traffic.
“We’ve got it covered here,” he assures. “C’mon, man. This is your night off. Your first in a while. You should be more excited.”
My younger brother, Matt, has been encouraging me to get on with my life since our mom’s cancer went into remission a few months back. I want to. I’m trying. But after a decade and Dad’s sudden passing five years back, I’m having a hard time believing all the years of turmoil my family and I went through are over.
In the last five years of Mom’s decade-long cancer journey, I’ve taken her to countless doctor appointments and chemotherapy treatments. I’ve held her hand during the needles, machines, and vomiting. And watching her cry the day her hair started falling out nearly killed me.
But she’s in remission now, and my well-meaning brother has been pushing me to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop and to live a little. I’m doing that starting tonight. Not going to lie, I’m lonely. Then again, I thought I’d be married with a couple of kids by thirty-five. But my ex-girlfriend, the one I’d planned to make Mrs. Brown, was too impatient to wait for my mom’s health to stabilize. Katy is married to an accountant now. They moved to Delaware.
I’m still alone.
“You act like I’ve gone without all this time.”
“Can you remember the last time you had sex?” he challenges.
Not exactly. Every so often I walk into a bar, set my sights on a nameless Miss Right-Now, and release all my pent-up energy. Not the best sex I’ve ever had, but it beats having blue balls. Sure, I’d sometimes wonder if Miss Right-Now could end up being Miss Right, but with all my family’s struggles and after Katy, I never stuck around to find out.
I roll my eyes. “Bite me, bro.”
After tonight, I’m going to do my best to live life to the fullest. And if I find that special someone, I’m determined to make that shit last for the rest of my life.
“Hey, I’m only saying that it’s time to get back out there,” Matt says as I speed down the freeway. “Start making connections, man…temporary or otherwise.”
He’s not wrong. “Yeah.”
“You need to live for you .”
And I’m doing my best. The other night, I took out my phone, downloaded a dating app, filled out a profile, and started scrolling. I only swiped to the left a few times before a picture of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen came across my screen. Her curly hair, sultry smile, and gorgeous body had my cock standing at full staff immediately.
Shortly after swiping right, the app told me we matched, and we started talking. Not long after, we agreed to meet at a hotel in the city. All I know about her is that she lives in the Dallas area and loves Mexican food. To be honest, that’s all I really want to know. At least for now. If our chemistry is good and this turns into more, great. If not, there are plenty of fish in the sea.
I laugh to myself. “I think I’m too old for this shit.”
“You’re in your thirties, not ancient. And chicks dig older guys.”
I turn the car into a space near the hotel. “I just parked. Is Mom still okay? Are you sure everything is covered at the bar?”
As the manager and owner of the Brick, not being behind the bar feels strange.
“The cousins and I have everything under control, so go enjoy your night. Lord knows you deserve it. Mom says she loves you and good luck.”
You know you’ve hit rock bottom when your mom cheers you on to get laid.
I cringe. “Tell her I love her, too. Talk to you later.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy,” my kid brother encourages before I end the call.
After locking my car, I walk into the swanky hotel lobby. The marble floors gleam, and the dark mahogany walls shine. It’s a nice place.
I pass the check-in desks and make my way to the hotel bar across the lobby, scanning the area for the stacked blonde with soft curls. At first, I don’t see her. Am I late? Did I get the time right? Damn it, maybe she’s a no-show.
Finally, I spot her in the far corner of the bar. My chest tightens. She takes my breath away.
Wearing a short, tight red dress with teeny-tiny spaghetti-straps, she gives off the golden glow of a summer tan and oozes sex appeal. The garment emphasizes every curve, especially her voluptuous breasts. Suddenly, I’m dying to see this woman’s nipples. In killer black heels, her legs look long, slender, and sleek.
When I bounce my stare back up to her face, she smiles. Her red lips scream “fuck me.”
Oh, sweetheart, I plan to…
In fact, I’m flooded with visions of sliding my tongue, fingers, and dick inside that impossibly sinful mouth.
A few feet from her, I clear my throat. “Excuse me. Are you That Sassy Latina?”
I cringe at having nothing to call her except her username.
“And you must be Ian B.34.”
“It’s just Ian.” I smile and hold out my hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too…Ian.” She grins, accepting my hand.
The moment her palm slides against mine, electricity sizzles through my veins. Our stares lock. Her hypnotic, dark eyes suck me in. All coherent thought—except sex—flies out the window. The already hard length between my legs turns to fucking steel.
I clear my throat and take a seat beside her. “You look gorgeous. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting.”
“No, not at all.” She crosses her sexy legs.
And ties my tongue.
“Great.” I nod toward the bar. “Have you ordered a drink?”
“Not yet.”
“Allow me,” I say, then grab the bartender’s attention.
“I’ll have a martini,” she says as she digs in for her wallet.
“I’ve got it.” I hand the man behind the counter my credit card and order a beer, then turn back to my hookup for the night.
She looks surprised. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”
Don’t guys do that anymore? Have I been out of the dating scene that long?
“I wanted to.” I’m a gentleman, not an asshole.
“I’m used to guys splitting the bill or having me pay.”
Seriously? Am I misinterpreting the situation? “I’m sorry. Did you want to pay for yourself?”
Maybe she has an independent thing.
“No. I appreciate it. It’s refreshing to find out nice guys still exist.”
“I apologize on behalf of today’s men. Sometimes we’re idiots.”
“So harsh on your own gender,” she teases.
“Am I wrong?”
She laughs. “No. Guys like you are few and far between.”
The bartender returns, setting our drinks in front of us.
I use the pause to change the subject. “You said on the app that you were local. Have you lived here your whole life?”
“I was actually born in Southern California. I grew up in Abilene.”
“Wow. And what brought you to Dallas?”
“College, mostly. Abilene is a sleepy town compared to the hustle and bustle of DFW, and I wanted to be somewhere more vibrant. I fell in love with the city so hard, I moved into an apartment with my bestie after graduation.”
“Liking it so far?”
“Best decision I ever made.” She sips her martini and moans.
“I’d agree with you, but I’m a little biased since I was born and raised in Texas.”
“That’s cool. Does the rest of your family live in Texas?”
“Some are farther away than others, but we’re all either in or around DFW. What do you do for a living?”
“I work for a tech company in the city.”
I recall my best friends and CEOs of KH industries Jake Hall and Jonathan Knight. Could there be a chance she knows them through the grapevine? Probably not since there’s so many whose offices are in the area.
“What do you do at—” I stop myself. This is a hookup, not a date. I shake my head. “Sorry, I’m asking too many questions.”
“You’re fine. You’re a fun guy to talk to.” She smiles, taking another sip of her martini.
“I’m a bit rusty with my social skills.”
“How do you mean? You seem fine to me.”
“I’ve been taking care of my mom for the past five years, so I haven’t had much time to form any personal connections.”
She gasps. “I’m so sorry. Is your mom okay?”
“She’s doing good. Been in remission from cancer for some time now.”
“Cancer is a bitch. What type?”
“Breast cancer.”
“I’m glad you and your family are okay.” There’s a pause between us before she speaks again. “To answer your question from earlier, I work in the social media department. I help promote the company online.”
“That’s really cool.” I welcome the change of subject.
“I like to think I’m the queen of posting on TikTok and Instagram.”
“You’re way ahead of me, then. I find social media confusing. That probably makes me sound old, huh?”
“You’re not old.” She puts her hand on my forearm. Electricity shoots up my arm from her light touch. “You’re just not on your phone all the time. You know…like normal people.”
I laugh. “That’s normal?”
“Well, it is for me at least.”
I take a sip of my drink. “I will say, what I lack in social media skills, I can make up for with one hell of a drink. I’m a bartender.”
“I saw that on your profile. How long have you been working as a bartender?”
“Since I was eighteen. I grew up in the business. The bar I own has been in my family for generations, and I learned from my dad and grandpa.”
“That’s amazing,” she compliments. “All the more reason to use social media. Share your family’s and the bar’s story. People love a good story.”
“I know how to post a picture on Facebook, but that’s about it.”
“Then there’s hope for you yet,” she teases.
“That’s comforting.” I laugh. “Besides social media, how else do you spend your time?”
She shrugs. “It all depends on my mood, but most of the time I’m pretty extroverted. But I do love to sit with a pepperoni and mushroom deep dish pizza, watching Phantom of the Opera occasionally.”
“You’re a theater kid?”
“Nope. Just hot for Phantom.”
I laugh. “Even though he’s basically a stalker?”
“A girl can dream. And he’s way hotter than Raul.”
“So if I had walked in here with a mask on, you’d totally fall for me?” I tease back.
She laughs. “And what do you do when you’re not mixing drinks and chatting up all the girls at your bar?
Our conversation is easy and natural, I don’t understand how this woman is still single. She’s sexy, smart, and has a killer sense of humor.
The longer I sit here with her, the more I never want this, whatever this is between us, to end. She may not want the same thing, but how do I know if I don’t try?
“Do you want to get out of here?” she asks.
The urge to fuck her right here and now is killing me. I want her all to myself. When every stitch of clothing on her body is on the floor, and I’m balls deep inside her sweet pussy.
“Absolutely.”
We quickly finish our drinks and check into a room for the night.
After receiving the key cards, we walk to the elevators. An eternity seems to pass while we wait for an elevator to appear. My dick scrapes against my zipper, begging to spring free from its prison.
Finally, the elevator doors open, and we walk inside.
I press the button for our floor and watch as the elevator doors close.
The moment we’re alone, she turns to face me and grabs me by the shirt. Pushing me to the corner of the elevator, she crashes her lips to mine.
I didn’t see that one coming.
I’m caught off guard by her making the first move, but I go along with it. It’s actually hot.
Her lips are so pillowy and warm, I easily get lost in the heat of it all.
I wrap both arms around her petite frame, pulling her closer to me. A current of electricity zings across my skin everywhere she touches me. How much more of this heat can I take until I eventually come undone?
I nudge open her mouth, tasting everything she has to offer. Fuck, she’s sweet like candy.
She has to taste just as good between her wet folds.
A deep growl escapes my throat as I pull her impossibly closer. She clings onto my shoulders.
I’m usually a patient guy, but the more I have of her, the more I start to wonder if we won’t make it to the room in time. My need to claim her grows with each second that goes by.
She breaks away from the passionate kiss, clinging onto my bottom lip with her teeth. She lightly tugs on it before letting go and giving me a sultry look.
Fuck, that’s hot.
In that moment, my self-control goes out the window.
“I need to have you. Now,” I breathe. From her now disheveled hair down to the hard-peaked nipples greeting me from under her dress, I can’t think of anything else.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah,”
Catching me by surprise, she shoves her hand down my pants, gripping my cock. Her touch is like heaven as she strokes me slowly up and down my long shaft. If the grip of her hand feels this good, I’m in for one hell of a night.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Steadily, she picks up speed. I’m not even inside her yet, and already she’s making me go crazy. In a matter of seconds, this woman has managed to wrap me around her finger.
“What are you going to do about it?” she challenges.
She glides her hand slowly up to my crest, and then all the way down my shaft again. I let out a sharp hiss of pleasure. My balls tighten.
Her hand feels so good, I’m tempted to let out this orgasm that’s slowly consuming me. But I want to do a lot more to her before then.
Finding the will to pull her hand from my dick, I let out a small hiss at the loss of contact and push her against the adjacent wall, pinning her arms to her sides in one fell swoop. “I’ll think of something.”
She seems to be caught by surprise, before her face slips back into a smirk. “You were close. Why did you stop me?”
“I want to pleasure you first.” I kiss up and down her neck.
“You do?” Her tone seems as though she doesn’t believe me.
“Damn right. I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” I claim her lips again, scooping up her legs. Instantly, she wraps them around my hips as I press her against the wall for support.
We both gasp when her hot entrance makes contact with my erection. She lets out a moan as she begs me to go harder.
No woman has ever made me feel this way. Insatiable. Animalistic. Euphoric.
Dammit, can this elevator go any slower?
Kami
My arms are pinned above my head. Ian presses his body against mine. He stares at me with those hazel eyes in a way I’ve never been looked at before. Never felt before. As though he were bound and determined to have me.
His scent is masculine and heady. My senses are completely consumed by him.
His kisses feel hot against my skin and lips. I melt into his demanding heat, clinging onto his shoulders as I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure.
As good as this is, I can’t lie to myself about how this will probably play out. Sure, he caught me by surprise taking control and pinning me against this wall, but that doesn’t change the fact that I know how guys function. They talk a big game until they let their dicks do the thinking for them. That’s when the night ends up with me not even close to orgasm, him fast asleep, and me halfway out the door.
Another thrust of his hips brings me out of my mind. I let out another moan, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips. His dick against me ignites nerves I thought I’d never feel come to life.
I admit; he’s better than most I’ve had. So far at least.
As he thrusts, his pelvis lightly scrapes against my clit, sending electricity all over my body.
The thought of him on me has me heating up more. The more he touches me, the more impatient I get. I know I should take back control before it’s too late, but I can’t help but want to let this play out. Maybe he has more to offer than just this moment in the elevator.
Something about this man makes me go wild.
Why him?
That one question is repeated in the back of my mind, but I can’t seem to get past the fog that’s formed in my head. My mind, as well as my thoughts, are all but out the window.
He’s hot, knows what he’s doing from what I can tell, and is so far better than most guys and my vibrator combined.
His lips pull from mine, now traveling up and down my neck. I move my hips to the rhythm of his.
I need him closer, naked, and inside me. Now.
I’m so deep into my head space, and so hypnotized by his scent, kisses, and caresses, I barely notice the ding of the elevator. We pull away from each other long enough to see the now-open threshold. Both of us breathe heavily.
“Shall we?” He gently lets me down to the ground, offering the crook of his arm. I let him guide me down the hallway and to the hotel room. Such a small gesture sends a ripple of pleasure down to my girl parts.
It’s one thing to feel lust for him. After all, the man is hot enough to stop traffic. But what I’m feeling between us? This is different.
I didn’t anticipate his ability to wow me like that in the elevator, much less in our conversation down at the bar. He’s different than what I was expecting, for sure. He’s a gentleman, he seems very open and honest about himself, sincere, and has the same sense of humor that I do. A rarity that I find hard to believe exists.
You don’t meet a guy like that every day.
I hear my mom’s voice in my head before shoving it from the forefront of my mind. That’s the last voice I need to be hearing.
“Ladies first.” He gestures as he opens the door to our room, using the card key and then propping the door open.
As soon as I walk in and the door closes with a thud behind us, I turn to Ian. Those hazel eyes are now not only filled with lust and desire, but also hunger.
He scoops me up into his arms, then lowers me onto the edge of the soft comforter. His lips ravage mine once more.
I grab for his pants, working to get the buttons undone while he unzips the back of my dress.
In seconds, I feel a cool breeze against my upper back, followed by his warm hand. I watch as his pants fall to his ankles. His hard-as-stone erection greets me underneath the constraints of his underwear.
I reach for the waistband, about to pull down and let his dick spring free, when he grabs a firm hold of my wrists in both hands, stopping me.
Confused, I look up at him as he pushes me down onto my back, placing my hands with his over my head. His touch is gentle, but firm. He towers over me.
How can this man exist? I have to be dreaming. This feels too genuine, too right. The remnants of my mind that isn’t consumed by this pleasure tell me to pull back before he has the chance to cause serious damage. Yet everything in my body is telling me to give all of myself to him.
Long moments seem to pass as we lock stares on each other. As though he were trying to get under my skin, read my inner most thoughts and emotions. Perhaps even get me to feel things I never thought I could.
If I wasn’t so enamored by him, I’d say he’s borderline creepy. Instead, his heated gaze on me has the sensation between my thighs growing stronger. It all feels too much yet not enough.
Not only because I don’t know what to say, but also I want this man to rip my clothes off, I whisper the first thing that comes to mind. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
He chuckles with a quirky grin. “I’m sorry. I just…don’t do this all that often. I’d like for us to take our time.”
Take our time? He wants an orgasm just as much as I do, so why the wait? Why the foreplay? Didn’t he get enough of that in the elevator?
I’m about to verbally disagree, that or get to the point myself, when he captures my lips again with his. His deepening, passionate kisses are a dream compared to the drunken slobbering I know all too well.
My mind is screaming at me to get a grip, but clearly my body has taken all control and started the thinking for me. But the more he has of me, the deeper I find myself in his scent, his touch, his…everything. Whatever this rabbit hole of his is, I’m more than happy to travel down it with him.
I feel his hand at my inner thigh slowly travel up. My heart races, and my breathing quickens as he inches closer and closer to my needy core.
He gently presses a thumb against that sensitive nub over my soaked thong. I let out something between a gasp and a moan as the sensations of his slow and concise circles start to hit me.
Immediately, I buck my hips. Anything for him to go faster. He’s so purposely slow that it’s agonizing.
“Oh, my god. Please, I need…”
“I know what you need, baby. But all in good time,” he whispers in my ear.
He increases his speed. Not by much, but just enough to feel this Mount Everest of an orgasm in the distant future.
I whimper as I look into his eyes. “Please, please.”
Climax is right there. Just a little faster and I could get there.
I close my eyes in concentration when he pulls his hand away. I inhale a sharp breath from the loss of contact.
“What—” I start to protest, opening my eyes immediately. He captures my lips again.
What’s with the edging? No. Don’t take my release away from me.
I wrap a leg around his and use my hips to flip us over. He looks surprised. Good.
Giving him a smirk, I stand back up from his lap. “My turn.”
I kick my heels off my feet and then let my dress cascade down my body. All that’s left on me is my black bra and thong.
Ian’s eyes scan me from head to toe. I feel my heart pounding in my ears. Why am I so nervous?
Before I can investigate further, Ian pulls his shirt over his body and throws it across the room.
Focus on the task at hand. Right .
I push him flat on the mattress. My gaze goes straight to his strong chest, delicious, rigid abs, and then finally back to the bulge inside his underwear. Grabbing both sides, I pull down his boxer briefs, letting his erection spring free.
I gape at the sight of his massive cock. What I imagined when I grabbed him in the elevator is nothing compared to what’s staring me in the face.
His long length stands at full mast. His fat purple crest makes my mouth water. The veins all around his shaft are stiff and prominent against his tanned skin. Suddenly, the need to lick him like a lollipop becomes urgent, which is something I never do.
The muscles on muscles I saw in his photos pale in comparison to how they look up close and personal. My mouth waters. All for me!
He smirks at my look of awe. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
Touché.
A challenge? Bring it on.
After unclasping my bra and stripping off my underwear, I let the garments fall at my feet. The air is cold against my skin, making my nipples stand at attention.
“You like what you see?” I retort as I watch him stare, seemingly stunned. But the longer he gawks at my naked body, the harder it gets to stand still. I thought getting fully naked in front of him would help me take back control. Instead, just the opposite has happened. I feel vulnerable, uncertain, and exposed. This is something I’m not used to.
I feel bare, inside and out. As though every mask I have up has been stripped away and utterly destroyed and all that’s left for him to see is…me.
Shoving aside those thoughts and overwhelming emotions, I climb back onto the bed and straddle him.
With no barrier between us, his cock rests close to my entrance as I slide my hips up and down his shaft. I feel my wetness covering his thick length. The sensation hits me seemingly just as hard as it does him. We both gasp from the contact. Oh, god.
What will he feel like inside me?
When it comes to sex, I prefer being in the driver’s seat. Not because I want to, but because I have more say in how long a hookup will last and how far a guy can go with me. I also can better dictate where he kisses, touches, and how long he fucks me, all while we both get what we want.
I continue my pace when he suddenly flips us back over. I’m flat on my back again as his hands cling to the sheets on both sides of my head. My legs are draped over his strong thighs and every part of my body is open for him to see, explore, and have as he wishes.
I’m terrified. The butterflies in my belly are out of control. What is he doing to me? I can’t seem to guess what he’s going to do next.
Maybe you’re not supposed to.
I stare at him in utter confusion. If not an immediate orgasm, what else could this man possibly want?
I quickly realize the answer to my question when he lowers a hand to my core, separates my folds, and presses a digit against my engorged clit. This time, the feeling is more intense as I moan from the rush of pleasure.
My mind wants to fight this, but my body betrays me when he inserts one of his long, thick digits inside me. He curls his fingers. The pleasure from both the front and back of my clit is overwhelming. Yep, he definitely beats my vibrator because in an instant I’m reaching climax.
I grab tightly onto the sheet and close my eyes, as I gasp through this monster of an orgasm I feel coming.
“Look at me,” he says, his voice rough.
I do as he commands.
The moment my eyes meet with his hazel ones, everything I feel goes into overdrive. I can’t look away. This orgasm that’s coming snowballs into something bigger than I’ve ever had. Bigger than I think I can handle.
I feel helpless, having no choice but to plead to him with my eyes as I steadily come undone. As though he were my lifeline between sanity and insanity.
I writhe under his touch as the orgasm I can’t hold anymore washes over me like a tidal wave. I let out a scream so loud, it leaves my voice hoarse. My back arches toward his fingers.
“Good girl.” His praising of me should bother me, yet this compliment has me pooling more of my essence onto his fingers.
I stare up at him in awe. How did he do that?
Why fight it if he makes you feel so good?
I try to sit up, ready to return the favor, when he gently pushes me down onto my back.
“Not yet, precious. I want to taste you next.”
A shiver of excitement rolls down my spine like a cool breeze. Is he for real? I’ve never had a hookup want to go down on me before.
After kissing my lips again, he makes a trail down my neck, to my collarbone, past my breasts, and finally to my pussy. He stares in awe as if it were a work of art. I don’t know whether to feel flattered or uncertain. Come to think of it, no one has looked at me or has worshipped my body in this way before.
Where the fuck has this guy been all this time?
Grabbing my hips, he slides me closer to his mouth. “I’ve decided tonight is about you. So let me devour you.”
Holy shit.
I feel my heart skip a beat. “W-wait.” I don’t get to finish that sentence because then he trails his tongue up my inner thigh, cutting off the connection between my brain and body.
Instead of trying to find ways to take back control, I’m searching for any way to get him closer to where I really want him—and his tongue.
He parts my folds, swiping his tongue through my slit. I let out moans that grow louder and louder as I move my hips closer to his mouth. It all feels so good, and watching him devour me turns me on even more.
Most guys think when orally pleasuring a woman, that it’s like digging their way to China. No focus on the bundle of nerves that gets a woman to orgasm, and zero clue about the female anatomy in general. Sure, there are the occasional novices who know what a clit is or does, or have some recollection on where it is, but still struggle with actually getting me to that sweet release. But not Ian. He has, without a doubt, one of the most talented tongues I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh, god, please, you’re right there,” I tell him as the pleasure slowly begins to build. Something about watching this man’s head buried between my legs is incredibly sexy.
I try to find some semblance of strength against his wicked tongue that’s taking me into orgasm number two. Damn, he’s good. Too good. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Just then, he slides two digits inside me and starts to suck on my clit. I inhale a sharp breath at the feel of his mouth and fingers. He’s relentless with my sensitive nub. I writhe even more under him as I tense and arch to his burning touch.
Is he looking to pleasure or torture me? I don’t know, most likely both. I tug on his hair, anything to get me closer to him and this even stronger orgasm. At any moment, I’ll be coming and the only person who’s there to catch me when I fall is him. Something about that realization is comforting.
He’s already blown my mind. No doubt his next mission is to fuck my brains out.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, my god. Don’t stop,” I call out in large gasps that quickly turn into cries of pleasure.
To compare Ian to a human vibrator would be the understatement of the century. Insulting, even. What was I even thinking just a few moments ago? I’ve never realized pleasure like this could exist until tonight. More earth shattering. More addicting.
This man has officially ruined sex for me. Others will pale in comparison to him. And he hasn’t buried his dick inside me yet. What am I going to do when all of him is connected to all of me?
“Come for me, gorgeous,” he commands.
Doing as he says, as well as losing all control, my body bucks. Baring down, I scream. My hips jerk as I toss back my head. Even when I’m seconds away from coming undone, he takes me higher, circling my clit with his tongue and sliding his fingers in and out. A sweet release more powerful and more intense than the last washes over me. Every muscle in my body goes stiff, then slowly relaxes as I ride the intense wave down.
Ian looks up from my swollen pussy. “You look fucking gorgeous like this.”
I’m used to a hookup not saying a word. Used to a usually unsatisfying tangle between the sheets and being on my way. Used to sex never being as intimate as staring at a man who’s only goal is to satisfy me. I don’t know whether to feel uncomfortable or astonished. Ian…confuses me. What’s his game? And why am I letting myself go along with it? A man like him can’t exist out there in the world.
What if…there is no game?
What if his foreplay, edging, compliments, and dirty talk mean more than just a hookup? It certainly feels that way. If this goes on much longer, tonight might start to feel less like a one-night stand and more like something else entirely. I should be bothered about this more than I am. Exactly why I’m not, I don’t know.
Ian lets go of the lower half of my body and towers over me again. With each elbow supporting his body weight on both sides of my head, all he does is stare into me. His face is inches from mine as I caress his shoulders and back. I’m still in utter astonishment about what he just did. His eyes tell me I can trust him. That when I come down from this cloud, he’ll be there beside me.
If only that were a reality.
I can’t be sure if my libido is playing tricks on me or not, but I feel something growing between us. As though a thread of a connection has formed. And I’m not entirely sure whether to trust it. I know I should run. Run before I become completely addicted. But just the thought of leaving is unfathomable right now. The more that realization hits, the more it scares me. But that still doesn’t change what’s happening, and what will happen, between us now.
Ian
This feels right, perfect. And seeing the way she looks at me she knows it on some level, too.
Her juices hit my tongue like nothing I’ve ever tasted. A sweet and salty taste mixed with her feminine musk has become my own personal drug. If I have too much…Fuck it, there’s no such thing as too much of this woman because no matter how much I have of her it will never be enough. So much so, that something primal in me urges me to take her over the edge again and again, licking every last bit of her cream that she has to offer me. She is ecstasy herself.
Pulling my mouth from her sensitive core, I tower over her to where we’re eye-level with each other. I scan every inch of her. Her eyelashes flutter, struggling to stay open. She glows with a pink hue all over. Her berry nipples, something I make a mental note to defile, are taut. The air between us smells of sex.
The longer we stare into each other’s eyes, the more I see she’s searching for something. Better yet, asking if I have what she needs. Protection? Trust? Whatever it is, I want to assure her I can provide it. That I won’t let her fall into the depths of these flames we’re creating.
This is too intimate, too personal, too perfect for it all to just be a hookup. How can I go on from this and be with other women? And I’m not just talking about the sex. I can’t shake this feeling. This woman is not like the others. Everything in my body screams at me to not let her go.
Could she be the one?
I’m starting to want to believe that’s true. How badly I want to claim her as mine right here and now. She’s managed to turn into such a fascinating enigma that I’m dying to unravel layer by layer.
Given her screams and cries of pleasure, I don’t think anyone has properly satisfied this woman. Is that why she first took control? Does she not trust me? That would be valid since we just met. At least with sex. Could she be like this with other guys? If so, why?
A smart man would steer clear. Would not ask questions. Would just see her as a hookup. But I don’t think I’m capable of that.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I breathe.
With her hair splayed across the pillow and her legs spread for me to nestle in between, she looks like a siren.
My siren.
Soon, the silent conversation between us is broken by her soft-spoken voice as she bites her lip. “I want more.”
My ever-hardening cock brings me back to reality. I swear, my dick will fall off if I don’t get inside this woman right now.
Moving out from between her legs, I quickly search for my jeans and fish out the condoms I had in my back pocket. I place all but one down on the bed beside us and tear one open, sliding the latex down my shaft. She spreads her legs wider for me. Her pussy flashes a bright berry color, secreting more juices that make my mouth water. Her clit is engorged.
I climb back onto the bed, rest on my knees between her legs, and lean over her. Our lips touch in a light kiss as I take her face in my hands. I know this isn’t her first rodeo with sex, but I still want to be gentle considering how small and narrow her entrance is. While it’ll be bliss being inside, getting in will be the tricky part.
“This may hurt a little, so try to relax,” I tell her.
She nods as I align my crest to her heated entrance.
Taking in a deep breath, I slowly begin to inch in. She gasps. Damn, she’s so tight. I struggle to breathe as sweat forms on my brow.
I get to a third of the way in when I pause for her to adjust. Her walls clench all around me. Her nails dig into my back, making the mixture of pain and pleasure feel so good.
“Fuck.” I let out a groan as I keep inching in.
Despite my struggle, I don’t tear my gaze from her face. I watch every gasp, moan, sharp intake of breath, and shocked O expression that flashes across her face. The whole time, her stare remains on me, too. Our stares lock on each other. Neither of us seems to want to look away from the other. She was already beautiful when I met her. But now? She is the most stunning angel I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, god,” she moans loudly, panting as she grips even harder. She closes her eyes, laying her head back.
I continue working my way inside her. I use every ounce of strength I have not to let myself go in her just yet. To stay put and let her adjust to me.
Agonizing seconds tick by like hours. My cock feels as if it’s on fire.
“Are you okay?” I eventually manage to exhale the question.
She hesitates. “Y-yes.”
“Good.” Clenching my jaw, I ease slightly back, then plunge all the way to the hilt. Air rushes from my lungs as she lets out a hoarse moan. Her pussy grips all around me into an even tighter hug. I can barely think straight, yet the pleasure feels too good to stop.
I pull halfway out, then plunge in her at once again. She lets out another loud moan, gripping me tighter to her, pulling me farther inside.
I wrap my arms around her small waist, holding her upward and facing me as I pummel even deeper into her channel. New sensations hit me like a truck while my pelvis brushes against her clit with each thrust.
I drive deeper into her, hitting a spot that has her moans turn more wilder, louder, and more constant.
“Faster. Yes. Oh, god,” she breathes. This woman has me barely able to hold onto my self-control.
No, not yet. Hold on. Don’t come yet.
Lowering her back onto the bed, I drive into her harder and deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together matches perfectly with every moan and rough breath between us. I’m at my wits’ end as the inevitable orgasm starts to consume me like a wildfire.
All I can think about, if at all, is having her be mine. Going into tonight, I expected to get a good lay. Nothing special, but just enough to be satisfied. But this is a woman I can’t bring myself to imagine letting go. A woman that has made me feel things I never thought existed.
I watch her mouth starting to form that sweet O shape I know all too well. She’s close. And this orgasm that’s quickly consuming us both will be our undoing.
“Ian,” she screams out. The sound of my name from her lips is bliss all on its own.
Suddenly, an image of her round with my babies and a ring on her finger forms in my mind. The possibility of her being the one begins to grow.
Who’s to say she feels the same?
I can feel through the connection forming between us that she does.
It isn’t long before I feel her come undone in a loud scream of ecstasy. Her juices coat my dick.
Giving one last hard thrust, I release inside her with a loud groan. Long moments pass as we slowly climb down from the hot release together.
She sends me a smile. Happy. Sated. Complete.
I rest my head on her chest as she wraps her arms and legs around me, keeping me inside her.
“Wow,” she breathes. “Just…wow.”
I chuckle, still trying to catch my breath. “You too.”
Eventually, I ease out of her and walk into the bathroom, then dispose of the condom. When I come back, she’s splayed across the bed. Legs spread. She glows under the moonlight slanting into the room from the balcony window.
This feels too good to just walk away from. No one I’ve been with has given me such spine-melting pleasure as she has. It can’t just be a coincidence.
I lay back in bed beside her. I’m the big spoon to her little spoon. Her skin is so soft and smells so sweet.
She reaches for my hand and guides me to her breast.
With pleasure, darlin’.
Taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I pinch the tip firmly. She wriggles her butt against my erection. My dick slides between her cheeks as I move my other hand down to cup her mound, circling that little bundle of nerves. She gasps, arching her back to me.
“God, you’re good at that,” she says between gasps of air and moans.
Throughout the night, we go for round after round. Each time we finish, she asks for more one way or another.
At one point, I look up from licking more of her cream onto my tongue to see the clock show it’s five in the morning. We may have slept for just a few hours, if that, yet I somehow find more energy to keep going.
Her pussy is now my favorite meal. Her moans and screams of pleasure are now my favorite songs. The more I have of her, the more I want her. How the hell am I going to convince this woman we’re meant to be?
I’m in a deep sleep when a loud thud jolts me awake. I look all around the sunlit room. My clothes are scattered across the floor.
For a second, I’m not sure where I am. Then the memories of last night come flooding back. And then I realize both this beautiful woman and her clothes are gone.
“No. Shit,” I murmur as I rush out of bed and don my clothes as fast as possible.
She left already?
Of course she left. What did you expect?
This was a one-night stand, yet why does her absence affect me the way it does? There’s still so much I want to know about her. Crap, I don’t even know her name. If she’s gone for good, all I have to go on is a picture and a username.
Once I grab my wallet and shoes, I rush out the door barefoot. It’s only been a few minutes since I woke up, so she still has to be on this floor, right? God, I hope so.
I catch sight of the red dress and sexy, curly hair down the hall.
“Wait, uh, red dress,” I call out to her but cringe at not knowing her name. I must be a major tool for forgetting to ask that important question.
Planning to rectify that once I catch up to her, I jog down the hallway as she turns to the bank of elevators. She’ll be gone if I don’t catch up to her. No. She can’t be out of my sight. Not yet.
Last night was the best night of my existence. Hell, it didn’t feel like we were fucking. It was as intimate as proclaiming love to each other. It sounds corny, but I don’t give a fuck. There’s no doubt in my mind we made a connection.
Even as I’m chasing this woman down, the image of her barefoot and pregnant grows stronger and clearer. This isn’t just what I want; it’s what I need to happen. I have to see this through.
The elevator dings before I can make the corner to the bank of elevators. Shit, I need to move faster.
After what feels like an eternity, I make the turn to view her in the elevator. “Wait,” I call out again, catching a glimpse of her surprised face. “I didn’t catch your—” The doors close before I can finish the sentence.