Such A Wild Night

Cassie's POV 

“Mhmm…” I moaned into the kiss, breath hitching as my back hit the mattress. His broad chest pressing mine, heat burning through our half-stripped bodies. My bra was gone, panties clinging damply to me, and he was down to his briefs, the fabric straining around his cock. God, even through the cloth, it looked big enough to ruin me.

“Goodness, you’re beautiful.” His voice was a rasp, reverent and hungry at once, as if he couldn’t believe I was real. His gray eyes roamed shamelessly over me, and the weight of his stare made me flush everywhere his hands hadn’t touched yet.

I smiled, bold through the haze, and dragged my palms across the ridges of his stomach, each hard line of muscle sculpted like something out of sin itself. His skin was hot, alive under my fingertips, and the shudder he gave when I grazed his hip bone sent a rush of triumph through me.

He tugged my bra the rest of the way off, freeing me. My breasts spilled into his hands, nipples already aching, and the sound that tore out of him was half-growl, half-moan. His gaze turned feral.

“Ahh..” My cry broke when his mouth closed over one breast, tongue flicking across the swollen peak. Heat licked through me as he sucked hard, greedy, while his other hand kneaded the other, not sparing an ounce of attention. He didn’t neglect either, worshipping and tormenting them until they throbbed.

“Fuck!” I bit into the pillow, muffling myself, but he wasn’t having it. With a low growl, he yanked the pillow from under me and tossed it aside. “No hiding,” he demanded, voice rough with command. “I want to hear every sound you make.”

My moan spilled free, raw and loud. I couldn’t stop it. His teeth grazed me, his hand squeezed harder, and my body arched to him like it had been starved for this exact kind of touch.

“God, you’re soaked already,” he rasped, dragging his fingers over the slick heat of my panties, circling my clit through the thin barrier. My hips jerked helplessly, chasing the friction.

“I—” Words failed me, only gasps and whimpers spilling out. I hated that I’d wasted years buried in work, pretending I didn’t need this, when every nerve in me was screaming otherwise. 

One boyfriend since college, barely touching me, barely present. Pathetic. And now a stranger had me unraveling in minutes.

“Were you not curious about what my fingers can do?” His tone dripped with dark promise. He shoved my panties aside and sucked his own fingers slowly, wetting them, gaze locked on mine. The deliberate way he did it made my thighs tremble.

I swallowed hard, already spreading my legs wider in surrender. “Really? Then show me…”

His grin was wicked as his first finger slid inside me. My walls clenched greedily around the intrusion, sucking him deeper, and my moan ragged in my throat.

“Relax, princess,” he coaxed, kissing along my jaw, my throat, my collarbone as he thrust gently, then faster, curling just right. My body melted and bucked at the same time, chasing the rhythm I’d been deprived of for too long.

Then came the second finger. I gasped, grabbing the sheets, body shaking with each push, every thrust scraping a spot that made my vision blur. His free hand roamed over me, gripping a breast, pinching, squeezing until I couldn’t tell if I wanted to moan or cry.

“F-Fuck..” My thighs shook, toes curling. The pressure in me was unbearable, rising fast.

Then it snapped. My orgasm ripped through me, violent, hot, wet. A gush spilled out of me, soaking his hand, the sheets. Shame and shock collided in me, but he only growled in approval.

“You squirt so bad, princess.” He winked, licking his fingers clean with obscene pleasure, savoring me. Heat blazed in my cheeks, but my body pulsed with aftershocks, and I couldn’t breathe when he ground his still-hard cock against me through his soaked briefs.

I wanted him bare. I wanted all of him. I couldn’t believe I was this desperate for someone whose name I didn’t even know. But the need in me drowned every hesitation.

“Say it,” he breathed, guiding my hand to his thick cock. The weight of him in my palm was shocking, heavy, throbbing, huge. “Tell me you want it.”

“I’ve never been so desperate in my life,” I slurred, voice wrecked and honest.

I shoved his briefs down, and when his cock sprang free, I froze. “Holy fuck,” I whispered, eyes wide. “It’s…huge.”

His smirk was dangerous. “Don’t worry. You’ll take it.”

He cupped my face, kissed me like a promise, and then pressed himself against my entrance. My body clenched instinctively, panic and hunger warring inside me. Then he thrust, slow but deep, stretching me inch by inch until I thought I might break.

“Ahh..goodness!” My cry filled the room. He held still, letting me adjust, his breath harsh against my ear. Then, when my body gave way, he started to move.

“Fuck, you are tight!” He breathed, as he rammed in and out of me. 

Every thrust tore another moan out of me, pleasure, unbearable and perfect. I dug my nails into his back, begging, screaming, lost in him.

“Harder!” I screamed, and he gave it to me, fucking me until my body was nothing but sensation and sound.

We didn’t stop. Not after once, not after twice. The night blurred into heat and sweat and endless moans, condoms piling on the bedside like trophies, and the bed creaking like crazy. 

When sleep finally claimed me, I thought: this is the best night of my life. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Maybe it was better this way..no names, no shame, just pure release.

…But the morning was cruel.

I groaned from sleep, as my eyes fluttered open, and I took in the sight of the mess the room was. The room still smelled of sex. The bed was a mess sheet damp, my body sore everywhere. The other side of the bed was empty. I thought he would be in the bathroom, and we might decide to not be a stranger after all, but that thought was cut short. 

My eyes landed on the note propped against the bed lamp.

“Thank you. Last night was amazing. You were amazing. Bye, beautiful stranger.”

I stared, heart sinking, then ripped it in half. So much for not being strangers. I thought last night might result in something more even though I knew that wasn't possible. 

Before I could wallow, my phone rang, shrill and unkind. Without checking the ID, I answered.

“Hello,” I croaked, throat raw from moaning too loud.

“I heard you failed.” Her voice was cold, matter-of-fact. Not a mother greeting the daughter she hadn’t seen in five years..just a woman, who I remembered as my mother.

“News does travel fast,” I muttered, fingers brushing my sore nipples, remembering his teeth, his mouth, his hands.

Damn..he was too good, and I couldn't help feeling a loss that he left early.

“I don’t care about that. I want you to come home. There’s something I need to tell you.”

Any other time, I would’ve told her to shove it. But I was unemployed, wrecked, and honestly…out of options.

“Fine. I’ll be there,” I said flatly, hanging up before she could say more.

Dragging myself out of bed, body sore and soul heavier

than ever, I whispered bitterly to the empty room:

“Let’s go see my mother, shall we?”