Chapter 1 #2
“Are not,” I childishly retort.
“Prove it then.”
“Prove what?”
“Prove that your pussy is not deliciously slick and wet.”
I gasp, his dirty words making me even wetter.
What is the matter with me? His huge ego should have me running for the door. But instead, I find myself wanting to accept his challenge because I know I’ll lose. And I want to know what happens when I’m proven wrong.
“That’s it, Bluebird. Let go. Let go of all the conventional notions of what’s right and what’s wrong. Just enjoy the moment of two people giving in to the most basic, most primitive emotion a human being can experience.”
“And what’s that?” I’m almost too afraid to ask.
Tiger smirks, unfastening a button and then another. “How about I just show you?”
My traitorous head nods, all reasoning going out the door the moment he drops his shirt to the floor, revealing his toned, sculpted chest. I’ve never been a fan of cleanly shaven men, as I like a bit of scruff. But the only scruff on my stranger is the scruff that paints his navel.
Muscles and rock-hard abs are usually not my thing, but now that I’m confronted with all of the above, I’m a complete convert. I could bounce pennies off his stomach and watch them spring back.
“ Now do you like what you see?” he inquires, taking a step closer. This time, however, I don’t retreat.
“Still not impressed,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, betraying my internal war.
“You’re a hard woman to please. Turn around,” Tiger orders, his tone stern.
I do as he asks, thankful to have a moment to collect my thoughts without succumbing to those smoldering eyes.
My senses are on high alert, and I focus, eagerly awaiting his next move. The wait is unbearable, and just as I endeavor to turn around, his hand shoots out and ensnares me around the waist. Even though his touch is over my clothes, my skin feels like it’s on fire. I whimper, shamefully wanting more.
He presses his firm chest against my back, his strength and warmth sheltering me in a comfortable, submissive state. He reads my submission and slowly glides his hand across my stomach, leaving an inferno in his wake. He’s a lot taller than I am, therefore, I feel vulnerable and at his mercy. But I can’t remember ever feeling so free.
The soft silk of my dress feels sinful as it slides up my leg, Tiger hitching it up higher and higher. Before long, my entire leg is exposed, and so are my drenched underwear. I’m grateful to be facing away from him because if Tiger could see me now, he’d know he’s just proven me wrong.
Scott and I were never an adventurous couple in the bedroom. It was missionary, or from behind, and nothing else in between. He never went down on me, but he expected I go down on him. And like an idiot, I complied. But now, all I can think about is how Tiger’s lips will feel between my thighs.
But first, it’s his fingers I’ll become accustomed to.
Slipping his hand between my legs, he rubs over the front of my underwear, my long dress partially draping his hand. I watch, mesmerized, as his cloaked fingers begin rubbing over me leisurely. It feels unbelievable, but I’m beyond mortified when a whimper escapes me, altering my proud Tiger that he’s won.
“Told you,” he whispers.
He bites my lobe as I lean my head back against his bare chest. I ignore his arrogance and focus on how his fingers are dancing around where I want him to be. “If you want more, all you have to do is ask.”
Goddamn, he’s full of himself, but he’s right.
I do want more.
I want it all.
“Well, if you’re not going to ask, I’m going to take what I want,” he calmly states when I remain silent.
He slips his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, humming low when he feels me hot and ready. “Your body is so responsive. Are you this way with everyone?” He glides his finger along my opening, my arousal the perfect lubricant.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, biting my lip to smother my moan.
This is a total lie, and he knows it.
“I think that you’re lying. I think that you’ve never been this turned on in your entire life. I also think you’ve starved this beautiful body of pleasure for too long.”
Writhing against his hand, I silently beg him to put me out of my misery.
And he does.
The moment he slips his finger into me, I cry out in desperate need.
“I’ve never heard a sweeter song, Bluebird. It sings innocence.” He then begins playing my body like a true maestro, and before long, I’m bucking against his hand, begging for a release.
“Please…”
He senses my embarrassment. “Don’t ever be ashamed of this incredible body. You must know that you’re absolutely stunning.”
“No.” I’m not fishing for compliments. I’ve never thought myself to be beautiful or anything special.
He tsks me. “All this long, luscious brown hair, innocent hazel eyes, full ‘come fuck me’ pink lips, and a body to die for. You’re every man’s wet dream come true.”
He slips in another finger, and I gasp, as I’ve never felt so full. “Whoever had your body before me should be ashamed. What a complete and utter amateur. A dickless fool,” he spits with bite. “They’ve skimmed around the surface and neglected all the good bits.”
And by good bits, he means my clit.
While working his fingers deeper and deeper into me, he rubs over my center with his thumb and bites over my galloping pulse. The action is my undoing, and I come with an ear-splitting scream. My body goes totally slack, and if not for his firm fingers around my waist, I would have tumbled to the floor.
Stars flash before my closed eyes, and my heart is clawing at my chest. I’m convinced I’m going to die because I’ve never come this quickly and powerfully before.
“That was beautiful,” he says a moment later, his breath warm on my neck.
Now that I’m not lost under his spell, I become aware of the enormous erection poking into my ass. But I can also feel the frantic beating of his heart against my back. What a visual oxymoron. Could it be he’s just as affected by me as I am by him?
The thought gives me a surge of confidence. “Are you going to… fuck… me now?”
I’m frightened because I’ve only ever been intimate with Scott, and feeling Tiger’s impressive length, I know I was dealing with half a sub, but now, I got the foot long.
Tiger chuckles low, the sound reawakening my hungry body. “Is that what you’d like?”
“Yes. Please,” I shamelessly answer.
“I thought you said that you shouldn’t be here. That this isn’t you,” he arrogantly teases in a whisper as he leads us over to the sofa. I’m engulfed by his domineering height and frame. “But I think this is you. You just don’t know it yet.”
Just as I’m about to sit down, he stops me. “Bend forward.”
I hesitate for a split second before bending forward awkwardly. I place my hands on the sofa’s arm, shoulder-width apart. I nervously curve my back so my ass sits high in the air. I don’t even know if this is the correct positioning.
Tiger hums. “So innocent.”
My uneven breath gets caught in my throat when he yanks up my dress, exposing my ass. He rubs over my behind, his touch singeing my covered flesh. Suddenly, with an unforeseen, quick tug, my underwear is ripped clean off. Granted, they were flimsy, but still, I only thought that happened in the movies.
But all thoughts of my ruined underwear are long forgotten when Tiger’s belt buckle hits the floor. “Sorry, but the offensive thing was in my way, and I’m an impatient man.”
A second later, I hear the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper being torn open. “Spread those gorgeous, long legs and lean forward.”
I do as he asks, wishing I had taken off my stilettos before we started.
“That’s it. Beautiful,” he commends before I feel him rest a hand on my hip.
My entire body is on fire, and strangely, I don’t feel timid being this exposed, this vulnerable to him. He coaxes my legs farther apart, secures his hold around my waist and then drives into me with force so great, I have no other choice but to surrender to the most delicious pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
He’s rough and instantly pumps into me, not slowing down to allow my inexperienced muscles to accept his girth. But it’s exactly what I want.
“Oh… fuck, you feel incredible. I was right,” he hisses between staggered breaths. “Utter amateur.”
I blush as the way my body is stretching with a delicious, unfamiliar pain, I feel like this is in fact my first time.
I obviously do feel incredible, because within seconds, he’s sinking into me so quickly, his vicious strokes send me crumbling forward, and I fall onto my front. I’m awkwardly draped over the arm of the sofa, my face pressed into the cushions, but Tiger keeps up his fierce rhythm, never missing a beat.
I stretch my arms out in front of me and raise my hips, taking everything he gives. Tiger growls and pulls out before swiftly sinking back into me. The action hits me in just the right way, and I cry out, needing more.
“Okay?” he breathlessly pants.
I nod in response.
He surprises me as he unfastens my hair clip and wraps the long strands of hair around his hand. He then pulls hard, resulting in my neck jarring backward. I brace myself up on my arms and lean my head back as he uses my hair as reins.
An unfamiliar knot builds in my belly, and with each stroke, each thrust, the knot gets bigger and bigger. I squeeze my inner muscles, sucking him deeper into me, never wanting to let go.
“Holy shit! Again,” he commands, his breath warm on my nape, and I do.
He roars, slamming harder into me. “So now do you believe this is you?” he asks, referring to my earlier denial of not being able to have a one-night stand.
I don’t know how he knows, but I have a sneaking suspicion I’m only able to achieve this type of satisfaction because I’m with him.
“Yes,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.
“I win,” he proudly declares, but little does he know, I’ve already won.
My explosion is tethering close to the edge, but when he sweeps his hand underneath my belly and pushes my hips backward so he’s driving into me harder, faster, and deeper, I detonate in a way I never thought possible. A second later, he cries out his release. His movements jarred as he milks out the last of his orgasm.
When his tight grip loosens, I flop forward, not caring that my dress is still hitched up around my waist. I’m breathless, sticky, and totally spent, but my body purrs in complete satisfaction. I just had two mind-blowing orgasms with a stranger, and who would have thought, I don’t feel a lick of shame.
“Flip over,” Tiger breathlessly demands, his voice heavy and raw.
“Why?” I’m almost too afraid to ask.
He gently rubs over my ass, giving it an unexpected light spank. “Because, Bluebird, I want to see if you taste as sweet as you feel.”
My entire body hurts, but it hurts so good .
I sit up in the king-size bed, surprised that I’m actually in bed because the last thing I remember, I was on the sofa, yanking on Tiger’s mane while he managed to make me forget my own name. Looking down, I see that I’m naked. I don’t remember undressing either. Tiger must have put me to bed because I’m quite certain I passed out after orgasm number four.
“Um, hello?” I call out, shamefully realizing I don’t even know Tiger’s name.
I’m greeted with silence.
Turning to look at the clock on the bedside table, I see a folded note leaning against a tall glass of juice. I reach for both. Taking a sip, I open the letter, hoping it’ll reveal just who my stranger is.
Thank you for a most interesting evening, Bluebird.
That’s it?
I turn the note over, just in case there’s more. There’s not.
So, this is what a one-night stand feels like. As I look around the empty room, a room that will have to be sterilized and baptized, I don’t understand what all the fuss is about. Do women really enjoy being treated like a life-size, blow-up doll?
However, I decide to ignore the sensible Baylee because she’s being a Debbie Downer.
Finishing my juice, I wrap the sheet around me and go in search of my clothes. My legs ache the moment I stand, but the pain is a delicious reminder of last night’s vigorous activities. I raise an interested eyebrow when I see a random white bag sitting on a velvet settee.
Waddling over, I open it up to see a pair of Chucks, a pair of jeans, a fitted knitted sweater, and a gorgeous blue silk underwear set. The color reminds me of my unusual nickname, and I can’t help but wonder why Bluebird. Maybe if I stopped being a McSlutty Slut for five seconds, I could have asked him. But as I look around the room, I know that’ll never happen because he’s gone.
I sigh deeply as I suddenly have the one-night stand blues.
Not that she’ll help, as I know she’ll congratulate me and ask for the gory details, but I need to speak to Hannah. And besides, I did leave without telling her I was going upstairs with a complete stranger.
My purse is sitting on the dresser. I hunt through it and find my phone. I see I have an abundant amount of messages, missed calls and voice mails—they’re all from Hannah.
I quickly call her, awaiting a lecture from hell.
“Where have you been?”
I cringe. “Hi, Han.”
“Don’t ‘hi Han’ me! I was seconds away from calling the police. You’ve been gone all night. Start talking.”
“Well…” I start but pause, as I don’t know what the proper lead in is for a conversation such as this one. But I don’t need one.
“Oh… my… god,” she exclaims, drawing out each word. “You totally got laid last night!”
“Well…” I repeat, dragging my big toe along the soft carpet.
“I want to know every single detail.”
I chuckle. How did I know our conversation would lead this way? “I can’t right now.”
“You’re still there?” she admonishes.
“Yes,” I squeak, looking around the room.
“Leave right now!” she commands. “A one-night stand is just that. It’s a one-time-only deal. You hang around and he’s going to think you’re scribbling his name in love hearts all over the room.”
“Well, that’s not going to be a problem because I don’t even know what his name is,” I foolishly bite back.
Hannah gasps while I cover my face with my hand. “Just say it. I’m the world’s biggest slut.”
Hannah’s laugh floats across the room. “Actually, I was going to say you’re one lucky girl. Looks like my lectures have finally paid off. So… how was he?”
“Han,” I groan. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Too bad. Meet me at Andrew’s Place in an hour.” Before I have a chance to object, the line goes dead.
So typical of Hannah—she always has to have the last word.
“So, tell me everything. And I mean everything .” She stresses her point by waggling her fair eyebrows up and down.
“There’s not much to tell,” I lie, my cheeks revealing my dishonesty.
“Oh, bullshit. You’re redder than that hickie on your neck.”
My hand flies to my throat while Hannah laughs. “Baylee, you’re twenty-six, not fourteen. You don’t have to hide your hickies. Wear ‘em with pride.”
“Yeah, I do,” I argue, sinking low in my seat. “This just shows the world that I allowed some stranger man to chew on my neck while he had his hands down my pants.”
I don’t realize I’m shouting until the lady next to us slaps her gaping husband’s arm. “Oh my god, Hannah, is this normal?” I thankfully whisper this time, much to the dismay of my male audience.
“What is?” she casually asks, salting her eggs.
“This feeling of… I don’t know… shame, embarrassment… wanting to do it all over again,” I shyly add.
Hannah looks up at me in awe. “He was that good?”
“Yes, he really was. I didn’t even know I could… you know,” I say, using my hands to fill in the blanks.
“What?” She cocks a brow.
“Come,” I whisper behind my hand. “That many times.”
“How many times?” she asks, pursing her lips.
I avert my eyes. “Four.”
“Four!” This time, it’s her turn to yell.
“Yes,” I reply with a faraway smile. “It was amazing. He was amazing. So different to Scott.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?”
I meet her curious gaze. “Totally. But he was kind of rough. And he liked to talk dirty,” I confess, blushing all over again.
Hannah grins. “I never thought you’d be into the kinky stuff.”
Shaking my head, I explain, “No, not like that. It was like he couldn’t wait to get into my pants.”
“That’s hot.” Hannah fans herself while I nod. “Was he a good kisser?”
I bite my lip, ashamed. “I don’t know. We didn’t kiss. We didn’t even fully get undressed. I mean, he only saw my bottom half.”
Hannah’s eyes widen. “Wow, he really couldn’t wait.”
“He was an arrogant, cocky jerk. But he was also gentle in his own way. He called me Bluebird,” I confess, reaching for my coffee.
Hannah mulls over what I just said. “So, you kind of hated him, but secretly, you loved what he was doing to you?”
I nod, burying my shame behind my cup as I take a sip.
“Sounds like a match made in heaven. Why Bluebird?” She scrunches up her nose.
I shrug, as I have been thinking the same thing. “No clue.”
“So this mystery man, whose name you don’t know, fucked you silly, gave you four mind-blowing orgasms, bought you new clothes…” She gestures down my torso. “And then did a runner?”
“Yup.” I nod, frowning.
“Well, I’ll give it to you. That’s the strangest one-night stand. Ever. Who buys someone clothes?” She thinks about it for a moment before drowning her pancakes in syrup.
I clear my throat, feeling the need to defend him. “He did owe me underwear.”
Hannah stops midchew. “Why?”
“Because he kind of, well, he ripped mine off.”
Hannah’s fork bounces off the table and onto the floor. The waitress ignores us, familiar with Hannah’s theatrics. “I take it back. That’s not strange, that’s fucking hot.”
She has no idea
“I wish I asked for his name.”
Hannah steals my fork and waves it in veto. “It’s best not to get hung up on personal details, Baylee. That’s what one-night stands are all about. Anonymity.”
I groan, dropping my head in humiliation. “I don’t think it’s in my genetic makeup to do that. I can’t stop thinking about him.”
“You can’t stop thinking about his junk, you mean,” she corrects around a mouthful of food.
“Maybe. I don’t know,” I quickly amend. “I’ve never been attracted to anyone that way before. And I don’t even know his name. He forever will be known as Tiger, the man who rocked my world.”
Hannah chokes on her juice. “Tiger?”
“Yes, ‘cause of your earlier reference of grabbing the tiger by his…”
“Balls.” She fills in the blanks with a grin.
“Yes.”
“And did you?”
I blush, wishing I had a better poker face. “No. He was in total control,” I confess, feeling foolish.“It was actually quite pathetic on my behalf.”
Hannah scoffs in defiance. “A man wanting to dominate you in the bedroom is not pathetic. It’s hot. His alpha dog is probably high-fiving his dick.”
I shake my head, smirking. “Your crudeness never ceases to amaze me.”
She laughs her magical cackle. “This is all part of moving on. You’ve had the perfect rebound lay, and tomorrow, you start a new chapter in your life. Life is good. Stop moping.” She reaches across the table to soothe out my frown lines.
I can’t help but chuckle. “I know you’re right. You’re totally right. I mean, no point pining over a guy I’ll never see again. Right?”
“Absolutely. Besides, you’ll be so busy dealing withthe fox, your tiger will be long forgotten.”