When I pull away, she nods her head. And that’s all I need to know. I grip her hand in mine and pull her with me.5StormThe man can kiss, fuck can he kiss. I’m lost. Beyond lost when his mouth’s suffocating mine in every good way possible. I try to distract myself from his lips on my neck and hum to tell myself I don’t want what this gorgeous man’s offering me. Men like him don’t go for a woman like me. He looks like he’s just walked off the set of a movie that only employs models, and I know models because I deal with them. This man’s no model even though he could rival the best of them. He’s all man, I felt that when he pushed himself on me.
His hand pulls mine but he doesn’t take me out the front door where I thought he might, I look back as he pulls me through the crowd to see Mel waving at me with a smile. I smile back because I’m more than happy to take my mind off of work with this fine specimen. He looks back his eyes travel the length of me, and I feel… dare I say, intoxicated. Like I’m this man’s greatest treasure. His looks do that as if he’s ready to eat me up and have his way with me. I’m ready for it. Fuck! I hope he doesn’t suck.
I watch as he looks up to the private area, nods his head then turns back to where he’s heading. I glance up to see two men watching us with women surrounding them. Looking away fast, I don’t like their eyes on me knowing what we’re going to do. Judging me. I’ve never had a one night stand, but who better to start it with than this beautiful man in front of me. Fuck, he really is beautiful.
“Where?” I ask as he pulls me through a black door, shuts it and only one small light shines down on us. He locks the door as I look around. There’s only one small love seat in the room and nothing else. It’s bare.
“Lift your dress,” he says it in a demanding way. His hand drops from mine leaving me standing at the door wondering. Taking a deep breath, I do as he says, by hiking my dress up and watch as he bites on his lip. “You’ve been dancing all night with nothing under your dress.”
I don’t like to wear underwear. Ever. Bras are optional, but I hate them.
“Fuck me,” he curses and steps forward. His warm hand lands on my ass. He does something I don’t expect, he drops to his knees and kisses me right there. My hands fall back as he slides his finger between my lips and plays with my clit then inserts one finger. He kisses me between my legs like he kisses my lips, with passion and everything he is. His tongue is warm as it slides up and down, one hand on my ass the other inside of me. His tongue starts in circles around my clit and a loud moan leaves my mouth. I’m thankful for the music that’s blasting on the other side of the door behind me. I can feel the vibration of the bass through my hands as I grasp the door handle and the other palm lays flat on it.
I didn’t see my night going like this—with a man on his knees between my legs showing me what heaven feels like. My eyes go blurry, and I feel myself start to tighten around his fingers when he stops disappearing from me. When I manage to open my eyes he’s standing in front of me his cock pulled out and he’s sliding on a rubber. I’m glad one of us is thinking because I sure as shit aren’t.
When his eyes lift to mine, I can see the hunger and want written all over them. But there’s something else there as well. I shake my head not wanting to care. This is meant to be a one night stand, not one where I develop feelings.
Hands grip me as I grasp him. Effortlessly, he lifts me so I fall onto him, clinging to him. Looking at him he smirks as he slides into me and I close my eyes when he’s fully inside me.
Fuck! I should have one night stands more often, because if they’re all like this, what have I been doing all my life with one man who didn’t even fully stay with me. Stupid. Love’s for the weak. I don’t want to be that person anymore.
Sex with no connections, that’s what I need.
He bounces me on his dick. Who the fuck does that? I thought that was only in songs, but nope, he’s fucking bouncing me on his dick, and what a bounce too. It hits that spot, and I automatically grip his shirt wrinkling it under my fingers as my nails dig in. He leans in and bites my neck, as he slams my back against the door. His hands lift and slide under my arms as he pins me to the wall and lifts backward. He continues to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before in my life. I close my eyes as he slams into me and pray the orgasm that’s building can hold off a little longer. It feels too good, way too fucking good.