CHAPTER 2- One-night stand

Cassandra found herself smiling as she watched the man singing in the center of the stage. The flutter in her chest intensified, fueled by the sheer power and skill of his voice. She wasn't sure if what she felt for him was driven by the alcohol she had consumed or by genuine affection. Staying glued to her seat, she waited quietly for his gig to end.

As she waited, however, she felt a sudden urge to pee. She stood up and slowly navigated her way toward the restroom. The room spun around her, but she didn't particularly care if she bumped into anyone along the way. All she knew was that she needed to reach the bathroom.

"Whew-wit!" whistled a man she passed by.

Feeling too dizzy to care, she ignored him until she stumbled directly into a man's broad chest.

"I told you to wait for me."

She caressed his face and smiled. "Take me to the bathroom, please. I have to use the bathroom."

"All right!"

Before she knew it, Cassandra was swept off her feet as the man lifted her into his arms. He didn't take her to the public restroom she had been heading toward, but to the private bathroom near their dressing room. He brought her inside and left her right in front of a stall.

"Call me when you're done," he said before stepping out.

"Okay, pretty boy," she replied with a smile.

After taking just a few seconds to pee, she stepped out of the stall. The man was waiting for her outside. He met her halfway, cupped her face, and gently caressed it before kissing her passionately, as if teasing her with every touch of his lips. Cassandra wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you waiting for," she murmured mindlessly.

With a sweet smile, the man lifted her again and carried her out to his car.

It was 11:25 PM when Cassandra caught sight of the clock on the dashboard. Before she could even adjust her seat, the man pulled her close and devoured her in an intense kiss. She had never felt anything like this before; even if she combined all the kisses from her boyfriend, none of them compared to this. Her eyes closed, and her hands gripped the back of his neck as she surrendered to his passionate kiss. He explored the inside of her mouth, their tongues entwining in a heated rhythm.

A low groan escaped his throat at her eager response while his hand began wandering under her clothes. Cassandra didn't resist his aggression; she was completely swept away by the intensity of his kisses. It felt as if she were tasting fine wine, becoming intoxicated deeper with every passing second.

Her right hand grew bold, searching for something specific. Cassandra trailed her hand downward until she found her target. She unbuckled his belt and tossed it aside, then used her other hand to undo his trousers and zipper.

"Oh, shit!" the man swore softly as her hand brushed against his swelling length.

Impelled by a sudden surge of desire, Cassandra took hold of him, stroking him gently. The man seemed driven near madness by her touch, biting his lip as he kissed her even harder. Without hesitation, he stripped off her clothes, exposing her body to his gaze.

"Beautiful," he breathed, looking at her as if worshipping every inch of her frame.

He quickly shed his own polo shirt and trousers, reined the seat back to level them out, and moved over her.

He captured her lips once more in a fierce kiss. A soft groan escaped Cassandra's lips as his hands began massaging her breasts. Feeling overwhelmed with pleasure, her hands searched for something to hold onto as his lips traveled down to her chest. She tossed her head back and forth, caught in a swirl of sheer sensation.

Instead of pushing him away to stop the madness, Cassandra's hands found the back of his head and pulled him closer against her chest, desperate to taste every bit of pleasure he was giving her. If the romance her ex-boyfriend offered whenever they made out had felt half this good, he might have persuaded her to sleep with him, and they might have had a house full of kids by now. But she had only ever felt this overwhelming spark with this man, and she wasn't about to let this night end without reaching the peak of ecstasy.

"Knock! Knock!"

They suddenly stopped upon hearing a knock on the car window; fortunately, the glass was tinted, preventing anyone outside from seeing what they were doing.

They looked at each other and then both took a deep breath. Traces of immense frustration were written all over the man’s face due to the interruption, and Cassandra felt equally annoyed at the person who disrupted their intimacy.

The man helped her sit up, and together they put their clothes back on and composed themselves before answering the person knocking. It was a security guard—likely the caretaker of the building where the man had parked his car.

"Yes?" the man asked irritably.

The security guard glanced at Cassandra before turning his gaze back to the man.

"You're not allowed to loiter here, sir. Would you like me to call a taxi if you're unable to drive?" the guard asked.

"No, I can drive," the man replied before starting the engine. "Let's finish this in a romantic place," he whispered, kissing Cassandra on the lips.

Cassandra bit her lip. As their time together grew, her yearning for him deepened. She wished she could take the wheel herself and speed off to reach their destination.

Nostalgic for his warmth, Cassandra leaned her body against him, reached over to grab his length, and stroked it gently.

"Oh, shit! Stop it!"

Instead of stopping, Cassandra teased him even further, causing her to gasp when he suddenly slammed on the brakes. She noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"I'll take you to heaven, just wait," the man almost whispered.

He gently removed Cassandra's hand, looked into her eyes, and kissed her. "Be a good girl, Shorty."

Cassandra nodded. She then leaned her back against the seat and closed her eyes, starting to feel a wave of dizziness washed over her.

CASSANDRA WOKE UP when she felt a cool draft brush against her skin. Opening her eyes, she found herself inside a bedroom, entirely unclad, with only a blanket wrapped around her body for coverage. She felt lips kissing her neck, tracing a path down to her chest, while his other hand gently massaged her form. When their eyes met, he captured her lips in a deep kiss. Slowly, the heat she felt for him rushed back, and she responded eagerly to his touch.

She arched her back as his lips moved down past her navel while his hands continued to play with her chest. She gasped repeatedly from the intense sensation, wanting him to never stop. Cassandra felt his hand stroke along her thigh until it reached her most sensitive area.

"Ohh!" she groaned as she felt his fingers move rhythmically against her. She gripped his hair tightly, unable to hold back her breathless sighs.

Cassandra grabbed the man's hand to stop him. She couldn't endure the build-up any longer; she wanted to feel him completely.

"Ohh! Please, use your p*n*s," she practically begged him.

However, hearing Cassandra's soft cries of pleasure seemed to drive the man's passion even further. He leaned down, using his tongue to explore her intimate core instead.

"Oh! Shit!" Cassandra tossed her head side to side from the intoxicating sensations. Overwhelmed with pleasure, she felt on the verge of losing control. She pressed his head closer against her body as she continued to sigh softly, surrendering entirely to the moment.

"I'm coming," Cassandra whispered to the man.

The man continued playing his tongue against her womanhood.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she cried out as she finally reached climax. She felt a fluid release from deep inside her womanhood as she finished.

Gasping for breath, she watched as the man lifted his face. "It's my turn," he said.

He kissed her chest once more—far more passionately than before, tracing his tongue over her breast as he moved to lie on top of her.

"I-I am—"

She couldn't finish her sentence because he suddenly pushed her thighs apart and drove his manhood inside with full force.

"Ouch!" Cassandra gasped in pain.

The man froze, as if unable to believe what he had just realized. "You're a virgin?"

Cassandra nodded.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry!" The man attempted to pull away from on top of her, but she stopped him. She pulled him closer to her, and then he thrust slowly. At first, she felt a sharp pain, as though her flesh were being sliced open, but driven by the desire for both of them to find satisfaction in what they were doing, she began moving her hips beneath him. Gradually, the pain gave way to a thrilling pleasure.

"Oh, fuck!" the man muttered, unable to hold back.

He thrust slowly above her, keeping his eyes locked onto hers, before steadily building a faster and faster rhythm.

"Ahh! I feel horny, Ahhh!" the man groaned as his speed picked up.

Cassandra clung tightly to him, overwhelmed by the intense sensation.

"Ahh! I'm coming," the man gasped.

Cassandra pulled him by the nape of his neck and kissed him deeply. Right then, they both reached the peak of ecstasy together, and Cassandra felt a thick liquid release inside her womanhood.

"Oh, gosh! You forgot to use a condom," she whispered to him.

"It's okay, I'll take full responsibility for you," the man murmured.

She offered him a gentle smile. After a few minutes, the man moved off her and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't leave me. Just wait for me when you wake up."

She nodded and slowly closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her from sheer exhaustion and drunkenness.