Chapter 3

I didn’t hesitate.

We stumbled out into the night, the cold air slapping our skin, but it only made the heat between us feel hotter. He flagged down a cab with one arm while keeping the other locked tight around my waist. The ride was a blur of stolen touches, grazed thighs, and heavy breathing. Neither of us spoke.

By the time we reached the hotel, the tension had built to something feral.

The door slammed behind us the moment we were inside, or maybe he kicked it shut. I wasn’t sure. His hands were already in my hair, my jacket slipping off my shoulders as I backed him into the wall. The light above flickered once as he crashed his mouth onto mine again, harder, more urgent.

He lifted me with ease, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. My back met the wall with a soft thud, but I barely registered it, not with his lips trailing fire along my neck, not with his fingers palming my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Shit,” he growled, voice thick with need.

His hands were on me in the next second, tugging at the red dress, pulling it down just far enough to bare my chest. The hungry look in his eyes as they swept over my exposed skin made my breath hitch.

"Go on," I whispered, tugging off my bra myself, too impatient to wait.

He smirked—dark, dangerous and then his mouth was on me. One hand cupped my breast while his tongue circled the other, and I gasped as a cold, hard flick met my nipple.

A tongue ring.

Holy hell.

The sensation was too much and not enough at the same time - wet, cold, hot, electric. He alternated between licking and sucking, and my body writhed under his mouth, craving more.

When he finally pulled away, he carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing, laying me down with care. The mattress groaned beneath us as he moved lower, settling his face right outside my pussy.

My pussy clenched in anticipation as he remained still, unmoving.

Finally, after what felt like endless seconds, something cold grazed against my clit, sending a sharp ripple of sensation through my body and straight to my brain. Then he began — slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, tracing every edge of my pussy as he licked off my wetness.

My hands went to his head, grabbing a large chunk of his hair before pushing him further into my pussy, wanting more of his tongue, of the cold ring that just made everything better.

The sensation was overwhelming; pleasure building with every stroke of his tongue. My legs trembled, responding instinctively to each deliberate lick.

It didn’t take long before a tightness began to coil inside me, like something deep within was pulling taut, desperate to snap. One final lick, and I unraveled, crashing down on him in a single, breathless release.

"Fuck. You're delicious." He growled, softly as he lifted his head, then moved over me, covering my body with his. His mouth found mine in a rough, urgent kiss, and I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips - raw, salty, intoxicating.

We stayed like that for minutes, mouths moving in sync, until he finally pulled away. His gaze lingered on mine, intense and searching, like he was looking for permission without saying a word.

Without hesitation, I nodded.

“You sure?” he murmured, his body tensed above mine.

I took a breath, deep and steady, then nodded.

Yes.

He nodded back, something tender flashing in his eyes, before he stripped the rest of my clothes away, his pace slow and deliberate. I drank in the sight of him as he undressed himself, but my breath caught when his briefs dropped.

His cock sprang free. Long, thick, and veined and for a moment, panic fluttered through me.

Could that even fit?

As if he sensed it, he didn't say anything, only leaned in and kissed me again, slow, deep, grounding. The fear eased, replaced by a warm ache of want.

Then I felt him there, at my entrance... teasing, testing. My breath hitched. He didn’t stop kissing me.

And then, with slow, steady pressure, he began to push inside.

“Ouch!” The cry slipped out as pain shot through me, and my fingers clamped down on his arms before I even realized I was holding on.

He froze beneath me, then lifted his head slowly. Our eyes locked.

“It’s really your first,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost disbelieving.

A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. "I was not joking."

"Fuck." He cursed and took my lower lips in his own. He nibbled on it before capturing me whole. His tongue slid into my mouth, circling around my own as he battled for dominance, and I let him.

“Breathe,” he suddenly exhaled and pushed himself deeper. My body shook as tears escaped my eyes but his thumb caught them before they could fall; wiping them off as they came, while he remained still inside me.

“Fuck. You’re... too big,” I exhaled through pain that was slowly turning to pleasure. He let out a smirk as he pulled away from lips. His eyes locking with mine. “It's okay..." Then his voice turned quiet. “Just so you know… this is a one-time thing, okay?”

I nodded, the truth of it sinking deep. I already knew. But hearing him say it still stung. So this was it — one night. No repeats. No strings. Just a memory. And if that was all I’d get… I was going to make it unforgettable.

“You okay now?” he asked, still holding still inside me.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “You can move.”

He thrust deeper, and I gasped. Holy shit. I’d thought he was all the way in. I was wrong.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, hips moving in slow, steady rolls as he pinned my legs apart.

“Aah…” I gasped again, the burn giving way to something sweeter. Each stroke was deep and smooth, a rhythm that left me breathless. It felt right. So right.

My mind drifted — not to him, but to Adrian. Was this what he was missing? Was this why he cheated? No. Even if I didn’t give him this, it didn’t excuse what he did. He didn’t just cheat, he chose her. My best friend.

Screw them both.

Right now, I had someone who actually made me feel seen, someone who kissed me like he meant it, touched me like I was more than just a body.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing our foreheads together. He kissed me again, soft and hot, before pulling out just to flip me over.

He positioned me on all fours, and my breath hitched. I’d imagined this. Dreamed of it. And now it was real.

I wiggled my ass playfully and glanced back at him. “Well?”

“I see someone’s getting impatient,” he chuckled, grabbing my hips then he slammed into me, hard that a loud scream tore out of my lips.

His pace increased drastically which made it all better.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned, clenching around him, and felt the way his rhythm stuttered in response.

My breasts bounced with every thrust, his balls slapping against me. He gripped my hips, then slid his hand up to my hair, tugging gently, arching my back for a better angle.

Then he slapped my ass, hard enough to make me whimper.

“Mmm…” My head dropped to the bed, turned just enough for him to see my face.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” he growled.

I felt him twitch inside me, close. And I knew what I wanted.

He started to pull out, but I cried out, “No… please…”

His brow lifted, amused. “Yeah?”

“I… I want you to cum inside me,” I gasped. “Please.”

That smug grin returned. “You on pills?”

“Yes,” I whispered, desperate. “Now please…”

His pace quickened, hips pounding into me, his cock hitting just the right spot.

“Why are you so fucking tight?” he growled, voice breaking. “Shit…”

“Harder…” I moaned, clinging to the sheets, heat rolling through me like fire. I was so close. Every thrust built pressure until I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Oh shit…” I moaned without thinking.

“Huh?” he said, pausing briefly.

“Shawn.”

“Huh?" I muttered, confusedly.

“My name is Shawn.” he breathed. “Say it. I wanna hear it.”

“Shawn…” I whimpered.

“Louder.”

“Shawn!” I cried, right as my climax shattered through me.

My body trembled, clenching tight around him as he growled, losing control, and filling me with every last drop of his seed. My mouth parted in a silent moan, back arching one last time before I collapsed on the bed.

And just like that… the room fell quiet, except for the sound of our breathing.