Chapter 3
Aurora
My body becameweak as his lips moved from mine to my ear, then to my neck and down to my bare shoulder while his hands explored my body. I could feel him straining through his pants as he pulled me closer. His hand lifted the edge of my skirt and his fingers danced up the back of my thigh and along my panty line.
As fire ran through my body, I placed my hands on his chest, pushing against him. I needed a second to breathe, anything other than physical contact because every nerve of my body was on fire, something I’d never experienced quite as intensely with anyone before.
I couldn’t remember ever kissing someone who actually kissed the way he did. Greg never kissed me this way, and he’d never caused this much arousal in me, and here I’d thought he was going to be my forever.
“Something wrong?” he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling me, sending more waves through me.
“Give me a moment, just a second, to calm down,” I said, breathing hard. My panties were soaked, my centre was throbbing, and I knew that if he slid my panties to the side and ran his fingers through my centre, I’d combust.
He chuckled, brought his hand to my cheek, and resumed kissing my neck, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and gently biting it between his teeth, not giving me even the smallest moment to calm down.
“How about we go back to your room,” he whispered, his breath once again causing a shiver to go through my body. “We can get to know one another a little better,” he whispered, sucking my earlobe between his lips.
A chill ran through me at the thought. I already knew that was exactly what I wanted, and then I remembered Lorelai.
“Um…my roommate…she is sleeping,” I said, closing my eyes and attempting to think of anything other than what he was doing so I could breathe.
“Come back to mine then,” he said, his voice low and throaty while he pulled me gently toward the room buildings.
I closed my eyes. My heart was in my throat and my chest felt tight. My mouth was dry. I so wanted this…but this wasn’t me. I swallowed hard. Could I do this for one night? Could I actually have a one-night stand with a guy I knew nothing about? I guess I could do this, get this urge to be spontaneous out of my system. Yes, I could be like my mother for only one night.
Minutes later, we were standing outside of his room. He fiddled with his keycard while I was pressed against the door as we kissed.
Finally, I heard the click of the lock and felt the door give way. He pinned me against the wall inside and shut the door. His hands ran over my body, down to the hem of my skirt. His rough fingers slid up the backs of my legs, finding my ass. He gripped me tight as he kissed me, his fingers finding their way into my panties and expertly sliding through my centre twice before he began tapping my clit, his lips still on mine, silencing my cries.
I gripped his shirt. I could feel myself losing control. “You’ve got to stop,” I murmured breathlessly.
“Why?” he whispered, pulling his lips from mine and looking down into my eyes.
“Because…I’m going to…come,” I whispered shyly.
“Come for me then,” he whispered back, applying a little more pressure, now circling my clit over and over.
He held me tight in his arms as I felt my legs shake. In that moment, something came over me, and I brought my hands to his waist, pulling at the button on his pants, opening them.
“Fuck me,” he hissed as I gripped his cock firmly and began stroking him.
His mouth crashed into mine hard as he pulled his hand from my panties, providing me with relief. Then he pulled my hand from his boxers, picked me up, and carried me over to the bed.
Dropping me onto the mattress, he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. My eyes travelled down his muscular chest to his eight-pack. I couldn’t help but stare for a moment. I’d never been with a guy in such shape. When he met my eyes, I pulled my shirt off and dropped it to the floor as well. Then he dropped his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. I bit my bottom lip. Even his cock was amazing.
“Lift,” he demanded as he took hold of my skirt and panties.
Excitement filled me. I swallowed hard as I did as I was told, and he pulled them off me, dropping them to the floor. Pushing me down on the bed, he knelt on the mattress and spread me open before him.
Moonlight poured through the sliding glass door enough that I could see his eyes wash over me. My stomach swirled with nerves, and as I watched his eyes roam my body, I was suddenly thankful the lights weren’t on.
He took a moment to run his thumb through my wetness, then bent down to kiss me hard. He then leaned over, pulling a box off the night-table, and ripped open a condom wrapper, slid it on himself, and then lined himself up at my opening.
I could feel the intrusion starting and closed my eyes as I let out a small moan.
“Just relax,” he said, inching his way a little more, practically torturing me as I felt the stretch.
I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to remove every memory of my ex from my brain.
“Relax,” he soothed, bringing his thumb to my clit, rubbing me as he continued to slowly work his way inside me.
“That’s it,” he said breathlessly when I let out a loud moan as he gave me my wish, fully seating himself inside of me.
I closed my eyes as he started pumping into me. Slow at first, then a little faster, a little harder. I could feel my orgasm building once again, and he reached down between us, his thumb finding my clit once again.
“I want you to come before me,” he panted. “Girls always get to come before me.”
I didn’t know what it was about his voice saying those words that turned me on so much, but I felt my climax building fast. I gripped the sheets and went to place my hand on his to stop him from rubbing that sensitive bundle, but he took hold of my hands and held them above my head, pinning me to the mattress.
“Don’t even think about it.” He groaned. “You come before me, got it?”
Somewhere inside of me, I liked he was taking control and telling me how it was going to be. That differed from anything I’d ever experienced, so I did what he wanted.
I could feel the heat at the base of my spine build, and I tried to pull my hands from his one-handed grip, but it was useless. My legs went numb as my orgasm ripped through me, causing me to cry out. He let go of my hands and pumped hard into me, going deeper than before. His breathing changed, his muscles flexed, and he held me tight as he let go, eventually collapsing on me, breathing hard into the mattress.
* * *
I woke with a start.I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep because I didn’t remember coming back to my room. I didn’t remember having that much to drink that I’d black out on my way back to my room, either. Regardless, I stretched and let out a breath, wondering what on earth had prompted that kind of dream. It had been so real, so vivid, it was as if it had actually happened. It was then I felt the bed move and someone let out a snore. Afraid to move, I glanced at the clock. A little after three. I quickly sat up, my body aching in spots it hadn’t in a while, reminding me that the dream I’d had wasn’t a dream but had really happened.
Panic filled my chest. Had I really had a one-night stand with a guy whose name I didn’t know? Had I really acted just like my mother? Tears escaped my eyes. It was tequila, way too much tequila. That was what had happened, and Willow. She’d left me alone to be with that guy. If I knew her well, which I did, she’d probably set the entire thing up. The guy who distracted her and had sent me heading back to my room instead of sitting alone at a table was the entire reason I was in this mess. I tried to gather my thoughts as the man sleeping beside me let out a huge snore and rolled onto his stomach.
I had to get out of here before he woke. There was no way I could handle another round with him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to either. He’d literally just blown my mind.
I slid from the bed, careful not to make any noise. I walked around the bed, bent down and grabbed my skirt, then my T-shirt. Stepping into the skirt, I threw my T-shirt over my head before realizing I didn’t have my bra or my panties. I glanced around the room and spotted my bra slung over the TV, but my panties were nowhere to be found. Looking around the room again, I tried to think about when he’d taken them off but drew a blank as he shifted on the bed and stopped snoring. I needed to get out of here before he woke up.
As I made my way to the door, I began thinking of Lorelai. If she woke up and didn’t find me in our room, she’d panic and probably call hotel security. I could just imagine her waking the others. It would be an embarrassing disaster that I hoped wouldn’t happen.
I glanced at the door and held my breath as I waited for him to snore again. Surely, if I opened the door we’d come in, he’d wake. I glanced over to the large sliding door at the opposite end of the room and knew that was going to be my only chance.
As soon as he started snoring again, I grabbed my shoes, tiptoed to the other door, grabbing my bra on the way and slid the door open, slipping outside. I took one glance back to see if I could see my panties on the floor, but there was nothing. Then I looked over to make sure he was still asleep. He was, so I carefully and quietly shut the door.
The second the cool night air hit me, I started shaking. I walked as fast as I could to warm up, but I was frozen. Perhaps I wasn’t cold and it was just anxiety. I couldn’t believe what had happened, and as I made my way back to my room, I felt dirty. I wondered if this was what my mother felt like because if it was, it wasn’t worth it.
My stomach turned more and more the closer I got to my room, and before I made it, I found myself bent over, throwing up in the bushes. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. What had I just done? This definitely wasn’t something I’d ever do again, I thought to myself as I approached the door to my room, throwing up one more time in the bushes.
I tapped my keycard, stepped inside, slipped my shoes off, and tiptoed to my bed, quickly shedding my skirt. I crawled into bed, lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling, swallowing down the never-ending feeling of regret that was already settling in and vowed to myself never to mention the events of this night to anyone.
* * *
One thingI knew my mother never did was lose sleep over these types of things, which proved to me I’d probably made the worst mistake ever. I’d tossed and turned most of the night, the entire evening replaying over in my mind. I’d even thrown up one more time before the sun rose. When I decided I’d tortured myself enough, I got up early, took a hot shower, popped a motion sickness pill, and made my way down to the lobby bar to get a coffee before breakfast. I needed to clear my mind before the girls got to me, and the only way for me to do that was to be alone.
I sat at a table that seated five and sipped on my black coffee, a plate full of food in front of me. I’d already taken a walk on the beach, looking for little shells to divert my attention to anything but last night. Once the buffet opened, I wandered up and filled a plate full of fresh fruit and returned to the table, and now I sat looking out over the water. I was about to shove a piece of papaya into my mouth when I saw my friends approaching. Everyone looked well-rested, except Willow. She looked rough.
The four of them wandered over to the table and sat down.
“Didn’t hear you come in last night. Or leave this morning,” Lorelai said, shoving her beach bag under her chair before sitting down.
“Yeah, I was super quiet, didn’t want to wake you,” I lied, not wanting to give any hints to what had happened last night after I’d left Willow. However, she lowered her sunglasses and gave me a questioning look.
“Willow didn’t come in until the wee hours of the morning.” Adalyn giggled.
“Must have been a good night.” Hannah laughed.
I looked at Willow, practically begging her not to say anything about me, only it did little good.
“It was, but I think you should all ask Aurora how her night was.” She giggled, dropping her glasses back down to cover her bloodshot eyes.
All three girls looked at me, wondering what it was Willow was talking about. I looked at Willow, trying to hide the fact that I wanted to kill her for saying anything at all, then I turned to look at the girls.
“Well, come on, don’t keep this a secret. We want all the details,” Lorelai cried.
“Yeah, spill it.” Hannah laughed. “It’s probably way too good to keep to yourself.”
“Was he tall, dark, and handsome? Did he slip you the tongue, or better yet…something else?” Adalyn questioned, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes full of curiosity.
I felt my cheeks flush at her suggestion because that was exactly what had happened, in exactly that order. I didn”t want to tell them anything. The first thing they’d wonder was his name, and I didn’t—huge tramp that I was—even know it. I mean, who the hell agrees to not exchange names? My stomach turned at the thought that I’d slept with a guy I knew nothing about. He could have had anything, I thought, beginning to panic only to remember he had worn a condom.
As I glanced around the table at my friends, I could see the questions in their eyes while I looked over at Willow, seriously ready to hurt her. How had she even seen me leave with him?
“Ask her what time she got in?” Willow giggled, knowing full well she was getting under my skin.
The three of them looked at me. “What time?” Lorelai asked, mild concern beginning to line her face.
Once again, I said nothing. I just glared at Willow, who sat there looking back at me, looking proud of herself, which made me wonder if she really hadn’t orchestrated the entire thing.
“What is going on, Aurora?” Lorelai questioned. “Are you alright?”
Everyone was quiet as they waited for me to respond. Then Willow cleared her throat and leaned forward.
“I saw her pinned up against the wall outside that guy’s room as he sucked on her neck around one in the morning.” Willow laughed, looking at me over the frame of her sunglasses.
“You didn’t!” Lorelai cried with excitement.
“Oh my god, you reclaimed yourself!” Adalyn cried as Hannah shook me with excitement.
“Tell us all about it!” Hannah exclaimed, while Lorelai looked at me with shock.
I buried my head in my hands, wishing I could hide from their eyes, but I couldn’t. I was so ashamed and knew that this was why I didn’t want to tell my friends. I couldn’t imagine how my mother ever felt good about doing stuff like this.
“Girls, give her a moment to digest what has happened. Go get some food, you’ll need it, because I have a feeling this story is going to be explosive!” Willow said, digging into her beach bag and pulling out some headache pills.
“You better introduce us to him later on,” Adalyn said before standing up. “Ladies, shall we eat?”
“We need all the details,” Lorelai added. “Leave nothing out.”
“And she means nothing out.” Hannah winked.
The three of them stood, but Willow stayed. “Go ahead,” she said, dropping her glasses to cover her eyes once again. “I’m not hungry just yet.”
We watched them walk away. I looked off toward the water. I had nothing to say to Willow. I was angry she’d do something like this to me. As soon as the others were out of earshot, Willow cleared her throat and put her hand on my arm.
“What?” I muttered, not turning to look at her.
“Aurora, there is no reason to be embarrassed at the fact you didn’t get his name.”
“How on earth do you know I didn’t get his name?”
She shrugged. “I don’t, but I sense something is different with you.”
I looked over at her, wondering if she was just throwing things out there to see what would stick, or if she really did sense something different about me.
“Also, there isn’t any shame in a one-night stand. Some of the best sex I’ve had in my brief life has been with one-night stands. I recommend everyone have at least one or two of them in their lifetime. The reason being is that there is no pressure if you don’t know the person, nor any pressure because you never have to see them again if you don’t want to. Makes for epic sex.”
I felt my cheeks heat at the memory of last night. I didn’t recall ever coming as hard as I did last night.
“See what I mean?” Willow whispered before she stood up and took off toward the other girls. Halfway across the room, she stopped and turned around, making her way back over to me. “Oh, and don’t worry. I’m sorry if I put you on the spot. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. From now on, I promise I won’t say anything about it to anyone. Now stop the blushing, own what happened, and eat your fruit.”