Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
“This is my hotel room.” He closed the door behind me with a slam. It was as if the door were trying to tell me that I was not leaving—at least not tonight.
“It’s nice.” I looked around, barely breathing. The room was huge and decorated like it was a Pottery Barn display. “Is this the penthouse?”
“Junior penthouse.” He nodded as he stepped toward me.
“Very nice.” I swallowed hard.
“Are we done with the small talk?” His arms went around my waist and pulled me toward him.
“I didn’t know we were—”
“Shh.” His lips touched mine gently as he kissed me. “Let’s not waste our time with talking.”
“I don’t even know your name.” I pulled away from him slightly.
“Does it matter?” he replied, his eyes light as his hands fell to my ass.
“I guess not.”
My face burned with shame. Not because he didn’t care about my name, but rather because I didn’t really care about his either.
I was going to sleep with him either way.
We both knew that. His tongue had been the appetizer, and now I was ready for the real thing.
I knew his main course was going to fill me up.
I giggled at my thoughts. I wasn’t sure when I’d become so dirty-minded, but I loved it.
“What’s so funny?” He pulled me toward him, and I felt his hardness against my stomach.
Oh boy, I’d ordered an extra-big helping, and I hadn’t even realized it.
“Just thinking about dinner,” I said inanely, feeling like a fool.
“Steak and fries.” He licked his lips slowly. “I’ve got a steak in my pants that wouldn’t mind being eaten.”
“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows at him, and he burst out laughing.
“Okay, that sounded a lot cooler in my mind.”
“I sure hope so.” I laughed. “Because it didn’t sound as cool out loud.”
“Are you saying I’m not cool?” he teased me as I followed him into the living room of his hotel room.
“I’m saying that you’re no John Travolta in Grease. You know, you’re not cool like Danny.”
“Well, I take that as a compliment, Sandy.” He popped open a bottle of champagne. “A glass?”
“Yes, thanks.” I took the offered glass and sat down on the couch and took a small sip.
This isn’t awkward at all, I thought to myself as I sat there, staring at him.
I was still in my dress, and he was still in his suit, only his jacket was gone. His white shirt clung to his frame as if it were a second skin, and I was dying to see his chest. I knew he had to be toned. I could tell from the way his biceps bulged in his shirt.
The only question in my mind was, Does he have a six-pack or an eight-pack?
“What are you thinking?” He sat next to me on the couch and stared over at me. “Your dress is very beautiful, by the way.”
“Um, thanks.” I took another sip of champagne. Oh my God, why was he so hot? “I’m just thinking that you’re really cute.”
“Thank you.” He put his glass down and moved closer to me. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”
“What’s that?”
“I’m wondering what you’re going to look like without that dress on. I’m wondering how quickly I can make you come tonight. I’m wondering if you’re going to try and mark me again. I’m wondering if your breasts taste as sweet as your pussy.”
“Oh,” I squeaked out, my face hot at his words.
He was not playing, and I loved it.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He stroked the side of my face softly.
“No.”
I shook my head as his fingers ran across my lips, and he pushed his index finger into my mouth.
I sucked on his finger gently, and he stared into my eyes intently as I nibbled.
He pulled it out slowly and then stuck it into my glass of champagne, his eyes never leaving mine, before putting his finger back in my mouth.
I sucked hard this time, licking the champagne off with my tongue.
The expression on his face changed when I moved closer to him and rubbed my hand over his crotch as I sucked his finger.
I smiled as I felt the bulge in his pants.
He was turned on already. It made me feel powerful to know I could do that to a man as handsome as he was.
It didn’t even matter to me that this was a one-night stand. It didn’t matter that it was just sex.
“You enjoy being a tease?” He pulled his finger out of my mouth, and his hands fell to my breasts. “Stand up and take your dress off,” he commanded me.
I looked over at him in surprise. “What?” I asked, still rubbing his now-hard cock.
“Take your dress off.”
“The magic word?”
“My cock is hard.” He grinned as his eyes challenged me.
“I was thinking more like please.” I licked my lips and stood up in front of him.
“There’s no time for pleases, just thank-yous.”
“Thank-yous?”
“When I make you come, you can thank me.” He looked smug. “Each and every time.”
“Each and every time?” I swallowed hard as I reached up to pull a strap down.
“Each. And. Every. Time,” he said, enunciating each word carefully and clearly as he stood up.
“I see.”
My hand froze on my upper arm as I gazed at him, his body exuding confidence and power. This was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. A man who would normally annoy me.
“Don’t worry. I have enough condoms.” He grinned and nodded toward the table.
“You planned this?” I frowned.
Had it been his plan to seduce someone at the wedding? Did it not even matter who I was?
“No.” He smirked, his eyes firm as he gazed at me. “I didn’t plan this. In fact, this is rather inconvenient for me.”
“This is inconvenient for you?” I let my jaw drop and he just smirks at me, in his seductive way that makes me want to have us both naked in seconds.
“Yes.” He nodded, his hand now on top of mine and guiding my dress strap down. “I really have other things to be worrying about right now.”
“Instead of hooking up, you mean?” I debate calling the entire thing off. That would show him that I wasn’t just some girl who was so desperate to have him that I would allow him to say anything that he wanted.
“Correct. This wasn’t a part of the plan.”
“I see,” I said, slightly sullen, though I was happy that I wasn’t just the girl for the night.
“It wasn’t part of my plan for this weekend, but I’m adaptable when I’m around a beautiful girl.
” He moved in closer to me and reached for my other strap.
“What happened to your friend, by the way?” My heart thuds at his touch.
My body feels like it is on fire and the entire moment seems like it is going in slow motion.
“My friend?” I blink at him, in confusion. My mind is a complete blank. For me, in this moment, there are only two of us.
“The loud girl you were with at the wedding?”
“Oh, Alice.” I laughed. “She went home.” I can’t believe I forgot Alice. She would kill me, if she knew.
“I hope she’s not mad that I stole you away for the night.”
“No, she’s not mad.” I shook my head and grinned. “She’s happy that I’m getting laid.”
“Oh?” He reached behind me, and I felt my zipper being pulled down.
“I’m not the sort of girl who normally has a one-night stand.”
“Oh?” He paused and frowned as he looked at me. “This isn’t going to be—”
“Don’t worry,” I cut him off. “I don’t think this is anything more than one night.”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.” He pulled the front of my dress down to my waist, and he stared at my bra-covered breasts and whistled.
“Trust me, I’m not getting any impression.”
“Good.” He nodded, his hands now undoing my bra. “I’m not the sort of man you want to get involved with.”
“Good to know.” I gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples. “I’m not the sort of girl you want to get involved with either,” I moaned as he leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked. “Ooh,” I cried out and pulled his hair.
“Why’s that?”
“Why’s what?” I groaned as he pulled his mouth away.
“Why don’t I want to get involved with you?” His eyes looked into mine curiously.
“I’m trouble,” I lied and pushed his head back down to my other breast.
“Oh, really?” He grinned, and his eyes flashed with some indistinguishable emotion as he took my other nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” I lied again and closed my eyes. “I’m trouble with a capital T.”
“I like girls that are full of trouble,” he mumbled against my skin. “I like to make bad girls good.”
He nibbled on my nipple and sucked so hard that I felt a jolt of desire flash from my head to my toes.
“Then you’d better get started.” I giggled, and he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.
“Oh, I’m ready to get started all right.” He dropped me on the bed and then leaned forward and pulled my dress all the way off. He groaned as he stared at my naked body, the lust in his eyes evident. “No panties? You little slut.” He grinned at me.
“You took my panties,” I protested as he laughed. “And I’m not a slut.”
“I’m not a pimp, so I don’t care.” He pulled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Six,” I muttered to myself with a half smile.
“What?” He frowned at me as he undid his belt buckle.
“You have a six-pack, not an eight-pack.” I pointed at his stomach as I squirmed on the bed.
“Does that matter?” He fell on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand and ran it down his chest and abs.
“Hmm, let me think.” I ran my fingers across his chest, and I felt the heat emanating from his skin seeping into mine.
Holy shit, he was perfection in a six-foot-two bottle.
“Don’t think too long,” he growled as he pulled his pants down and threw them on the ground.
Now he was lying next to me in only a pair of white briefs, and I wasn’t sure if I could stand it.
“So, what’s your favorite position?” he asked me softly as he rolled over on his side and stared at me, his fingers running down the side of my body.
“Huh?” I swallowed hard, gazing up at him as my body trembled at his touch.
“Your favorite position.” He smiled down at me sweetly. “You have beautiful brown eyes—you know that, right?”
“Um, thanks.” I touched his cheek. “And you have gorgeous green eyes.” They were so mesmerizing that I thought I could get lost in them. “They make me question going further into your murky ocean?”
“Like water on a dark, troubled night?” He studied my face for a few seconds and then smiled. “Do my eyes signal unknown depths?"
“No, I was more thinking of a deep lush forest. And being at a pathway that takes me further in. It’s green and vibrant with life, but there are strange noises that are calling out and I don’t know if they are a warning or a greeting, ” I stroked his cheek.
“Nah, there’s nothing forest-like about me. I’m all stormy, troubled waters.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Troubled, troubled waters,” he muttered against my lips as his hand slid down my leg. “And I want to shower you with wetness.
I didn’t bother to ask him what he meant. I mean, what was the point? I already knew what he meant and I was already halfway there. We weren’t here to get to know each other. I wasn’t his therapist, and he wasn’t my boyfriend. This wasn’t some deep, meaningful night. This was about having fun.
I ran my fingers down his back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lay on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing into me hard, and I groaned.
“Do that again,” he muttered as his fingers played with my breasts.
“Do what again?” I squirmed against him and moaned.
“That,” he growled and pulled away from me.
I watched as he pulled his briefs off and his hardness sprang out, powerful and confident. I shouldn’t have been surprised at how thick and hard it looked, but I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips.
“You like?” He grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t think I can lie.”
I giggled as he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. I could feel his hardness between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned as I rubbed myself back and forth on him.
“Shh.” I leaned forward and kissed him. “No more talking.”
“No more talking?” His eyes narrowed.
“No more talking.” I put my finger against his lips. “Just make love to me.”
“Make love to you?” He smirked as his hands made their way to my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing them together softly.
“Fuck me,” I whispered down at him as I continued my slow grind on top of him.
“Fuck you?” He smirked.
“Yes.” I nodded with a small smile. “That’s what you want, right?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he reached to the nightstand and grabbed a packet and ripped it open.
I watched him pull the condom out, and I moved to the side so that he could slide it on.
I stared at him, then pushed his hands back to the mattress, and moved forward and up, sitting down gently on him, my eyes never leaving his as he filled me up.
In that moment, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt in my life.
I felt like I was flying, soaring through the sky and nothing could stop me.
I moved back and forth gently, but he wasn’t having any of that.
His hands moved my hips back and forth quickly so that I was truly riding him, like some sort of Texas cowgirl.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of different positions.
I’d never been with a man who could get hard again so quickly after orgasming.
He was like Superman. I’d have to nickname him Superman with the miracle tongue.
He had me on the bed, on the couch, in the shower, on the floor.
He fucked me hard, slow, and in between.
He pleasured me with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, and I screamed and shouted as if I were on a roller coaster, which I supposed I was.
I was on the roller coaster ride of my life.
I knew I’d be sore the next day, but I didn’t care.
We finally fell asleep at about four a.m. I awoke at five, needing to go to the bathroom, and that was when I decided to leave.
I grabbed my dress and pulled it on slowly as I stared at his sleeping body on the bed.
He was a fine specimen of a man. And he was obviously a dog if he was so quick to have a one-night stand, but I knew that was unfair of me, as I’d chosen to have a one-night stand as well.
I crept out of his room, feeling high on life and incredibly satisfied.
I’d had my first one-night stand, and it had been everything I’d thought it would be.
In fact, it had been even better than I had thought it would be.
I wished I could tell my ex, Shane, about what I’d done.
I wanted to call him and tell him that he’d been wrong about me.
I wasn’t a prude. I wasn’t scared of sex.
I was a confident, sexy woman. I’d just fucked a hot stranger and felt like a million bucks. I wasn’t ashamed at all.
I didn’t even care that I didn’t know his name, and it didn’t matter. I’d never see him again. I’d gotten mine, and he’d gotten his, and now we could both move on with our lives.