02

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He tasted like devils springs and something else like lust and desire, I noted the moment his mouth crashed into mine.

My back was against the door, the moment we stepped into his room, and his tongue pushed past my lips with a demand that you only read about.

It made my knees weak and I love it.

His hands were everywhere.

He gripped my hoodie, tugging it upward while he continued to devour my mouth. I groaned into the kiss, my hands finding the back of his neck, pulling him closer and closer. He pulled my hoodie over my head in one fast move and tossed it somewhere across the floor.

I didn't want to be the one being pinned anymore.

I grabbed his shoulders and shoved him to the bed. I wasn't even sure if I had that much strength, but to my surprise it worked. He stumbled back, falling into the bed as his eyes glinted with pure lust in them.

His eyes were sexy, and I like that. I like the way they followed my every movement with desires threatening to pour out as I stood over him, breathing hard. It was a hunger in them that felt like my soul was on fire, like he wanted to eat me alive.

I thought about Alister, he never had this look in his eyes when we wanted to make love. No man has ever looked at me like this, and for some reason it made me feel…..Alive.

"You like what you see?" I asked, getting brave now. Maybe it was the alcohol—Maybe it was just me, speaking.

He let out a breath, his chest heaving. "I can't even think straight looking at you."

I smiled.

I had never done a one-night stand before, but trust me when I said it felt intoxicated.

I didn't just want him.

I wanted him to want me.

I reached for the button of my jeans, keeping my eyes locked on his as I moved slowly. I slid the zipper down, letting the denim slide down my hips and over my thighs. I stepped out of them, then reached for my underwear. I pulled it down from my waist slowly, teasing him, watching his gaze ravage me with every movement of my boxers.

I saw the bulge on his pants.

It was so visible as if his cock wanted to be released and he looked like he was in pain from how much he wanted me.

"Take your shirt off," I said.

He didn't hesitate.

He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing them aside as I took in the view of the hard chest in front of me. His muscles were defined, his skin warm and glowing under the low light of the room. He looked up at me, he was desperate, I could see it in his eyes and the way those eyes stared into mine.

"Anything else?" he breathed out. "Tell me what else to do."

I was completely naked now, the cool air of the room kissing my skin, but the heat inside me from the growing desires was stronger then I walked toward him, making no sound with my bare feet.

I climbed onto the bed, crawling on my fours over him like the drunk sex starved slut I was. I let my finger trail over his chest, feeling his heartbeat under those muscles. I traced the line of his abs down to his pants, my fingers dipping toward the waistband of his pants.

Just as I reached for him, his hand caught mine.

He gripped my wrist tight and pulled.

I gasped as I was pulled down, straddling his lap as his hands held my butt. Squeezing and teasing, a soft gasp escaped from my lips as he spanked me. It was weird, yes but I loved it. I leaned down and kissed him again, using my tongue to suck on his lower lip. I moved my head down, kissing his jaw, his neck, biting him softly to leave slight lovemarks.

I wanted to leave my mark.

I wanted him to remember this.

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, digging his fingers into my hips. He pulled back and I could feel his breath hot against my lips.

"Do you really want this?" he asked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I muttered, the word barely a sound. "God, shut the fuck up and take me."

I was on my back before I noticed, staring at his face and the escaped hair strands that covered half part of his eyes.

He was over me now, and my heart was hitting with excitement of what next was to come. He paused for a second, his eyes going toward the closet. I followed his gaze and noticed the box sitting near the bottom shelf.

"What is that?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

He immediately groaned. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"What?"

For a moment, he just stared at the box like it had personally offended him. Then he got off the bed and walked toward the closet.

The box looked new.

"I completely forgot that was still there," he muttered.

"What's inside?" He hesitated before pulling it out, the label on the side made me snort.

Naughty Boys Toys.

"Oh my God." This definitely wasn't in my card for a drunk decision.

"Don't."

"No, seriously." I laughed, but he rolled his eyes before opening the box. Inside were unopened bottles of lube, leather cuffs and several toys that still looked brand new.

"You planning to open a store?" I asked, half mused but his expression immediately changed.

"An ex?" I asked quietly, realizing what his face meant.

He huffed out a laugh. "Something like that."

For a moment neither of us spoke, then he picked up one of the unopened packages and shook his head. "Bought all this crap for a relationship that didn't last long enough to use any of it."

Ouch.

I knew that feeling.

Maybe not this exact situation, but close enough. He shoved the box onto the bed between us, and suddenly I felt bolder with the decision I was about to make.

"I want you to use them on me," His eyes met with mine, I could see the slight uncertainty in them.

"You okay with that?” He asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Try me," I replied.

Which I would probably regret tomorrow morning, cause who in their right sense would suggest having a toy foreplay with a stranger he just met?

He reached for a bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers then he reached down between my legs, his fingers slick and sliding against my entrance. He started slowly, circling the opening, teasing me until I was arching my back, begging for more.

"You're so tight," he murmured.

He reached back into the box and pulled out a small, vibrating plug. He applied more lube to the tip, the silicone glistening. He pressed it against me, and I gasped as he slowly pushed it inside then clicked a button.

The vibration exploded inside me. I let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, my hands grabbed the sheets.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"It's too much," I whimpered, though I was grinding my hips against him. "Don't stop."

He laughed, a dark, sexy sound that sent thrills to my dick. He reached into the box again and pulled out a pair of soft leather cuffs. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head.

"Wait," I breathed, my heart racing.

"Trust me," he said.

Which was a weird thing to do for someone I just met, but I trusted him—with my body.

He clicked the cuffs shut.

I was pinned, exposed, and vibrating from the inside out. But there was something about it that made my blood sing. I watched him strip off the rest of his clothes, revealing a cock that was thick and leaking at the tip.

It looked huge and veiny.

He came back between my legs, the heat of him radiating against my thighs. He didn't go in yet. He used his tongue, licking the length of my dick, tasting the pre-cum I was leaking. He sucked me deep into his mouth, my dick sank inside his throat and it made me cry out of pleasure. I tugged against the cuffs, which I know by morning will leave bruises there.

"Please," I gasped. "I need you. Now."

He gripped my thighs, placing them on his shoulder as he lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing against my entrance. He pushed in slowly so that I felt my muscles stretch as the sensation of him filling me completely.

"Fuck, you're so warm," he groaned.

He started to move, long, slow thrusts that hit my pleasure spot with every slide. Skin met skin, as desire met desire. His thrust became faster as he kept pushing and pulling out of my entrance in a hurry.

He was hitting it perfectly.

Every thrust felt like I was being sent to heaven. I could feel his balls slapping against my backside, I wanted more—for him to give more. He leaned down, his mouth was on my shoulder, biting or kissing, whichever he was doing.

"You taste so good that I can't get enough," he hissed.

I couldn't even answer.

I just shook my head, my eyes rolling back. I was about reaching my peak, it felt like it was just a grasp away. He thrust harder, his cock slipping slightly out of me before he slammed back in, deeper than before.

My legs raised by themselves as my back arches to meet every thrust, feeling him deep within me. His strokes were hard and deep, hitting my pleasure spot every time. I was at my peak before I knew it, my toes curling as I rode this joyful carnival ride till I almost got flung out.