Chapter 3: One-Night Stand

My breath was fast and uneven, with my fingers tangled in the sheets as his body pressed against mine, it was all heat and muscle.

I had no idea what to call him, I didn’t know his name and I hadn’t asked, I won’t ask.

That was the point, right?

There were no strings, no expectations. Just raw, consuming and blinding pleasure.

This was more intense than anything I had ever done.

His hands were everywhere, he mapped my body with a confidence that clenched my stomach, my thighs tightened around his hips on their own accord. He knew exactly what he was doing and by God, that made me even dizzier.

I was no virgin, but this? I had never experienced this.

Usually when Tyler and I got in bed, it was straight to business and in a few minutes, we were done.

But with this man…

There was no fumbling, no quick work just to get it over with and no second guessing.

His mouth found my neck, his lips teased me and his tongue flicked against my skin. His teeth lightly grazed over my sensitive skin, he still hadn’t put it in.

I dared to open my eyes looking at the ceiling and got a shocker. It was a massive mirror and I could see… everything.

A sharp gasp escaped my throat.

Oh. My. God.

He chucked against my left boob, licking and blowing air, it puckered up nicely expecting more.

“I like that.”

The deep sound of his laugh vibrated through his body and my inner parts clenched. I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror, there was no shame in seeing us like this.

Just excitement… and my confidence grew.

“If you like it, do it again.” I whispered, my voice husky, daring.

He did.

Only this time, he went harder. His teeth grazed my nipple before his tongue soothed the bite and then he blew on it again. A shudder went through my body and my fingers curled on his back, my nails dug into his smooth skin.

He groaned at that, shifting lower, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he settled between them.

I couldn’t even think, I had no idea how long we had been tangled up like this, only that every brush of his mouth and movement of his hands sent a fresh wave of energy and heat low in my belly.

His fingers traced down my side, slow and teasing, until he reached my thigh, he gripped it hard and lifted it higher around his waist, the change in angle had me gasping as I felt the hard nudge of his very hard and well sized shaft.

“You’re sensitive,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

I wanted to give a reply, show him I was still in control but damn it, he moved and he pushed that little monster inside me with deliberate, frustrating slowness and it was like the room tilted.

“Oh my…”

My head fell back, my spine arched as he filled my moist haven, stretching me in a way that shocked and intoxicated me at the same time.

There was no rush, he just let me savor it, let me adjust and sink into the sensation.

His breath was hot against my ear. “You feel incredible.”

I whimpered, my fingers flexed on his back. He started to move.

It was slow at first, with measured movements, each of the deep thrusts sending shock waves of pleasure through me. It wasn’t just about the physical sensation but it was the way he handled me like he knew what I needed even before I did.

The tension increased and my grip on him grew tighter and tighter with every deliberate stroke. He angled his hips, his shaft hit something deep inside me and I couldn’t help it. I cried out and when I looked at him, he had a wicked smirk on his face.

“Right there, huh?”

“Yes…” I gasped. I didn't even know I said that.

He did it again, harder.

I clung to him for dear life, my breath shaky, my body twisting and turning under the rhythm he started, going from slow and teasing to desperate as he wanted.

My hands wavered, my hips tried to take over the pace but he kept me pinned beneath him, I was mindless.

I cared about nothing beyond this moment. Nothing beyond him.

My fingers raked over his back and he groaned, his pace faltering for half a second before he went in again. This time harder, rougher, hungrier, the pressure inside me coiled so tight my body trembled under it.

“Cum for me,” he murmured against my ear.

I had no choice in the matter. I was going to cum whether he liked it or not.

The pleasure crashed over me, consuming me as my body tightened around him as I cried out.

He followed just seconds later, his moan came as a guttural sound from his depth.

He buried all of his shaft deep within me, his body shuddering.

For a moment, my eyes were closed and all that I could hear was the sound of our breathing, mingled in the room.

Then he pulled back, just enough to look at me, there was a satisfied smile on his lips.

“You’re something else.”

I let out a laugh, although I had lost my breath. “So are you…” my heart was beating so fast.

I enjoyed this, I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me so we could be hundred percent free to explore as much as we wanted without shame or fear.

And that’s exactly how I wanted it.

I would go for more but I had to give us a moment to rest.

I looked up at the ceiling, the sheets were tangled beneath us, as evidence of what had just happened.

I let him have his breather and when I was sure that I had regained my strength, I made my move.

I shifted against him, my fingertips trailing lazily down his stomach, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. His chest was slippery with a light sweat and his body heavy beside me.

He smirked but his eyes weren’t open. “After that?”

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear. “I don’t like to waste an opportunity.”

His chuckle was deep, dark and wicked but it ended in a sharp gasp when my hand moved lower, as I pressed my body against his slowly.

“Damn,” he said, his cock already responding to my touch.

I grinned when I noticed what was happening. “Too much too soon?”

That got a reaction from him.

In a quick move, he flipped me onto my back, his weight holding me down. His mouth found mine, I tasted the heat and hunger, my hands gripped his hips as he settled between my legs once more.

“Never.”

He reached for another condom and put it on.

The second time was different, on another level.

I had no idea this could be like this.

Outer worldly.

Slower, deeper, I felt every inch of his meat, his hands gripped my thighs to keep me in place. He kissed me like it meant something like he wanted to give me every ounce of pleasure the world had to offer.

And he did.

I shattered beneath him, my legs shaking and my body completely spent. He groaned loudly as he came again. His body tightened and his movements turned frenetic before he finally let me go. He collapsed on me with a sigh.

He didn’t move for a while, neither did I.

He shifted, rolling back onto his side with a contented smile. “You’re going to ruin me but how’s that for too much too soon?” He murmured with a yawn.

I smiled in the dark. “It was… you know what it was.”

He hummed a response, his breath had evened out, his body loose.

He had fallen asleep, worn out and spent.

I wanted to let myself enjoy these final moments but I knew I couldn’t stay.

So I waited.

And when I was sure he wouldn’t stir, I slipped out of the bed and carefully gathered my clothes, my legs were still very unstable but I knew if I didn’t get out of here now. Tomorrow will be more complicated.

I didn’t leave a note. No goodbye.

Didn’t look back.

By the time he would wake up, I might already even be in my room packing what I could, leaving the memory and my father’s house behind.