9. THE ONE-NIGHT STAND
CHAPTER NINE
THE ONE-NIGHT STAND
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Oh, fuck. I think I’m in love.
Joey moans, riding my cock through my jeans at whatever pace she sets. I let her show me how she likes it, taking quick notes. I squeeze tighter on her throat, watching her eyes cloud with pleasure.
My reputation as a playboy includes many sub-rumors.
West likes control.
West might be bordering Dom in bed.
I usually have to rein myself in, but it sounds like Joey doesn’t want that. “You’re in control of what I do. Tell me to stop at any moment, and I will—no questions asked. Okay?” I get lost in her lust-filled stare.
She nods as best she can with her throat in my grip. “Okay.”
I yank her to me, slamming her lips to mine. I keep my hand wrapped around Joey’s neck as I kiss her like I’ll never get another chance… because I might not.
Something inside me roars to life at the thought. I’m determined to make her come so hard she’s going to want seconds, thirds, and fourths.
Joey shivers when I tighten my grip on her throat. I don’t squeeze hard enough to stop the flow of air, but there’s enough pressure to make her next breath shaky and the muscles in her legs quiver. “Fuck.”
Oh, she’s gonna be a shaker when she comes. I. Can’t. Wait. My cock twitches at the mental image, and Joey sinks into my lap harder in response.
I explore her body with my free hand, mesmerized by the soft tattooed skin under my fingertips. I have a theory, one I thought of earlier, and I’m dying to know if it’s true. Keeping my hold on her neck, I make quick work of unclasping her bra.
Joey wiggles her shoulders, and it drops down her arms, falling between us.
I fucking knew it.
My mouth waters, spit pooling at the sight of her pierced nipples. It’s no secret that I love a good pair of tits, but a pierced set? Fuck. Fuck. I’m fucked.
I groan, letting my hand on her throat go. I know what she wants when it’s time for her to come, but I’m not rushing this to be over.
I want to take my time with Joey, give her a night she won’t be able to forget.
She arches her back, and I pop one of her rosebud nipples between my lips and bite gently, careful of the metal bar.
“West,” Joey moans, tangling a hand in hair at the back of my head.
I hum in approval at my name on her lips, sending my hands back down to her hips to help her keep pace against my cock begging to be set free. I don't think I’ve ever wanted anyone as badly as I want Joey.
She grabs my T-shirt by the back collar and tugs. I help her get me out of it. “Ugh,” Joey groans. “Your body’s better than I thought it’d be.”
I chuckle, placing a kiss on the hilt of the sword tattoo in between her breasts.
“Wait until you see my cock.” The fishnet holes break up the smooth skin my fingertips brush over, trailing a finger down her deliciously thick thighs.
I slip to the inside and work my way back.
“You wanna ride my dick, Joey baby?” I breathe, rubbing my palm against the outside of her damp underwear.
She’s fucking drenched.
“Mhmm,” Joey murmurs. “Please.”
I smile, one side pulling higher than the other. She didn’t strike me as a please kind of girl. “Good, but first I’ve got a bet to make you lose.” I rip a hole in the crotch of her fishnets and slip one finger beneath her underwear, dragging it through her lips until I find… Ah, there it is.
Her clit.
I press down lightly, showing her how easy it was to find.
Joey gasps, and it’s music to my fucking ears.
She waxes—bare except for a small triangle of hair pointing exactly where I want to bury myself to the fucking bottom.
I’m momentarily stunned at how soaked she is, my fingers gliding smoothly over her sensitive bud.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I might be almost seven years younger than her, but I’ve had my fair share of sex.
I was an All-Star athlete with a full ride to play college hockey in The Big Ten.
Girls were lining up in hopes I’d get drafted into the NHL very early on.
Now I’m a stand-up comedian rumored to be great in bed with a huge dick—not rumors, by the way.
I slide my rings off and toss them to the nightstand, too distracted to ensure they stay put before quickly returning to tease Joey’s clit with featherlight pressure. She gets her wish, and I wrap my hand around her throat again too.
Her breath hitches, and her black manicured nails dig into my shoulders. “Been this wet since you touched me on the dance floor,” she admits.
My jaw drops. “No.” I say it like I’m in pain… because I am! She’s been turned on all night, and I’m just now finding out?
Joey bites her lip and fucking giggles while nodding.
I tighten my grip around her throat with one hand, and slide two fingers inside her with the other. Oh. My. God. She clenches around me, inhaling a labored breath.
I massage her clit with my thumb and bury my fingers as deep as they’ll go, finding her G-spot almost immediately.
I loosen my hold on her throat, allowing a full breath of air.
She rewards me with the hottest moan I’ve ever heard—deep, followed by a whimper.
“I… Fu-fuck. Just like that. I-I’m gonna come. ”
So fast.
I almost want to laugh at how much shit she talked, but I’m too mesmerized by her noises and the way she’s clutching onto the wrist around her throat for dear life, the way she’s got her eyes locked on me.
I bring Joey’s lips to mine, kissing her with a need I can’t explain. I press down harder on her clit, keeping my steady pace.
She can’t control her moans, legs starting to shake. “West.”
If she says my name like that one more fucking time, I might come prematurely in my pants like a horny teenager.
“Let me see how fucking pretty you are when you come.” I don’t squeeze her neck this time, I rotate my hand to cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her plump bottom lip.
As if my words set it off, Joey shatters, her grip around my wrist tightening as her orgasm racks through her body. Her muscles quiver, eyes rolling back. The way her tight cunt pulses around my fingers has me nearly seeing stars—waiting for the moment I’m buried inside her while she finishes.
Joey being a shaker when she comes is the cherry on top of my dream girl.
I don’t stop my thumb’s slow rotation over her clit, drawing the orgasm out as long as possible.
“That’s it,” I coo. Joey pants, her eyes not as dazed as they once were.
She can actually see through the pleasure now, coming down to reality.
“Fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect.
” I kiss her lips again, unable to help myself.
My thumb on her clit becomes too much once she’s fallen from her orgasm’s high. “Wes—oh, fuck. That’s…” She wiggles, trying to move away from my finger.
I’m too enamored by her gasps to tell if the hum I make is a laugh. I finally pull my fingers out, and Joey snatches my hand, slipping them inside her mouth.
Her warm, wet mouth.
My cock throbs.
She rolls her tongue around my fingers, sliding between to make sure she leaves no trace of her mess behind. I can’t stop imagining my dick in her mouth, how her tongue would feel on the velvety soft skin of my shaft.
Joey pulls my fingers out of her mouth with a pop and leans in to kiss me. I taste the cum on her tongue as she slides against mine.
Fuck, I can’t wait to bury my face between her legs after I come and eat her like the dessert after a three-course dinner.
Her cold hands slip down my bare chest, feeling the hard-earned abs tightening from her touch. She pulls back far enough to mumble against my lips. “I need you in me.” Joey has the button of my jeans undone in seconds. “Now.”
She wants to call the shots without being in complete control—I’ll let her have whatever she wants.
The noise that comes out of me is borderline feral. I slide my hands underneath her ass and stand, changing our positions. I flop her down on the bed and stay standing.
Joey slides my zipper down as I dig the toe of my shoe into the opposite heel and kick it to the side, doing the same to the other.
She wiggles my jeans and boxers down until my cock springs free, and I wish I could snap a picture of the look on her face when it bobs against my lower abdomen. “Fucking hell,” she sighs.
I wrap my hand around my shaft and tug, giving myself a few slow pumps as I step out of my jeans.
“Get on your hands and knees and back that perfect fucking ass to the edge, baby.” She doesn’t hesitate, listening without the fight she’s given me all night.
I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom.
Joey settles on her elbows, wiggling her ass in the air teasingly. She still has her cheeky panties and fishnet stockings on, but I can see the moisture from her previous orgasm glistening between her legs.
God, I’m usually a tits guy, but Joey’s ass? Fuuuuuuck. I bet it jiggles when it’s slapped.
Most of her body is covered in ink, save for her neck, face, and most of her chest. There are a couple spots on her legs, back, and torso that need filled. Her ass is bare too, the last tattoo cutting off where her upper thigh meets the fold of her bubble butt.
She looks over her shoulder, eyes calling me to her like I’m a sailor lost at sea and she’s the siren sent to trap me. I’ll drown with a smile on my face.
Joey watches me rip the condom wrapper open with my teeth and roll it on, reaching between her legs to rub her clit through her underwear, eyes fluttering closed as a whimper leaves her perfectly pouted lips.
I slip my fingers under the fishnet’s waistband, pulling her out of them and her underwear in one sweep. Leaning forward, I nip her shoulder gently, placing kisses after each bite.
Before we start, I straighten and take a half step away from the bed—reluctant to miss the view of her legs spread, face down, ass in the air. My hand squeezes a cheek so hard I’m confident she’ll be wearing my fingerprints as bruises tomorrow.
If my dick could get any harder, it would at the thought of my mark being left on Joey’s delicate skin.
She moans in contentment, pushing into my grip. I let go only to bring my hand down in a quick slap across each cheek.
“Yes,” she breathes, grabbing a handful of the comforter. Joey looks over her shoulder at me again, biting her lip as an aftershock of pleasure rushes through.
I cup my hand in front of her mouth. “Spit.”
The wild look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know—she’s just as into this as I am.
Joey spits into my palm, and I immediately coat the condom with it. I grip her hip and line myself up to the entrance of her tight pussy. Slowly, I push my hips forward, the tip of my cock sinking in.
“Oh,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck. You’re big.” I press inside only a few more inches, earning another heavy moan. “Ohhhmyyygooooddd.” The words melt into one.
Her praise sends a pulse of euphoria shooting through my bloodstream. I pull out and slide back in, pushing deeper this time. “So fucking tight.” Taking a deep breath, I draw myself out again to repeat the process. “Just a few more inches.”
Joey mewls into the bedding, wiggling her hips when I’m almost seated fully inside her. “Holy shit.”
I pull all the way out once more, running my hand up her back, and take a mental picture of the ink across her skin here.
A Latin quote on her ribcage.
A dragon running the length of her spine.
This time, I sink until I’m bottomed out, shivering at the snug fit. I grab the back of Joey’s neck, pinning her to the mattress. She moans unintelligible words when I hit her G-spot in this position.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. It’s better than I could have imagined in my earlier delusions.
I fuck her from behind, pinned to the bed until she comes with nothing but penetration.
She finally gets to ride my cock, tits bouncing as sweat rolls down the valley between them. That’s where she comes a third time.
I’ve worked hard to maintain my fitness after retiring from a sport I played for almost twenty years. I might not have the body fat percentage of a twenty-two-year-old future NHL star anymore, but I’ve always been known to have natural endurance in the bedroom, delivering long nights of pleasure.
I can hold back if my partner can keep going.
I can’t wait to see how long Joey lasts before tapping out.
“How many more do you have in you, Joey baby?” I kiss up her jawline, my lips heating where they touch her skin. She makes me feel like I’m on ecstasy, rolling so hard I should be worried about psychosis.
She circles my lap with her hips, my dick still buried deep inside. Throwing her hair over her shoulder, I marvel at her scent. It’s sweet like berries, but not sugary, summery ones. There’s a spice I can’t place while she rides me with lazy but intentional hip rolls.
When she speaks, her voice sounds euphoric, like she’s holding onto this soft moment before it disappears. “Fuck,” she shivers, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “My record is four.”
I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around before switching to the other with a bit more aggression. Joey hisses when I bite down on the delicate skin around the metal bar of her piercing.
Tossing her back on the bed, I climb between her legs. “We’re breaking that record.” My voice is calm, clear, and confident.
I’m not sure she believes I can do it until orgasm four, where I push her legs against her chest, hold firm at her knees, and fuck her so hard I can feel my myself in the lower part of her stomach when I rest my hand there.
I come with her for orgasm five, ripping the condom off and shooting across her stomach.
Then for dessert, I bring Joey to a sixth orgasm with nothing but my mouth, lapping up the mess I made like a starved animal.