“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows at him and he burst out laughing.
“Okay, that sounded a lot cooler in my mind.”
“I sure hope so.” I laughed. “Because it didn’t sound as cool out loud.”
“Are you saying I’m not cool?” He teased me as I followed him into the living room of his hotel room.
“I’m saying that you’re no John Travolta in Grease. You know, you’re not cool like Danny.”
“Well, I take that as a compliment, Sandy.” He popped open a bottle of champagne. “A glass?”
“Yes, thanks.” I took the offered glass and sat down on the couch and took a small sip. This isn’t awkward at all, I thought to myself as I sat there staring at him. I was still in my dress and he was still in his suit, only his jacket was gone. His white shirt clung to his frame as if it were a second skin and I was dying to see his chest. I knew he had to be toned. I could tell from the way his biceps bulged in his shirt. The only question in my mind was does he have a six pack or an eight pack?
“What are you thinking?” He sat next to me on the couch and stared over at me. “Your dress is very beautiful by the way.”
“Uhm thanks.” I took another sip of champagne. Oh my God, why was he so hot? “I’m just thinking that you’re really cute.”
“Thank you.” He put his glass down and moved closer to me. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”
“What’s that?”
“I’m wondering what you’re going to look like without that dress on. I’m wondering how quickly I can make you come tonight. I’m wondering if you’re going to try and mark me again. I’m wondering if your breasts taste as sweet as your pussy.”
“Oh.” I squeaked out, my face hot at his words. He was not playing and I loved it.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He stroked the side of my face softly.
“No.” I shook my head as his fingers ran across my lips and he pushed his index finger into my mouth. I sucked on his finger gently and he stared into my eyes intently as I nibbled. He pulled it out slowly and then stuck it into my glass of champagne, his eyes never leaving mine, before putting his finger back in my mouth. I sucked hard this time, licking the champagne off with my tongue. The expression on his face changed as I moved closer to him and rubbed my hand over his crotch as I sucked his finger. I smiled as I felt the bulge in his pants. He was turned on already. It made me feel powerful to know I could do that to a man as handsome as he was. It didn’t even matter to me that this was a one night stand. It didn’t matter that it was just sex.
“You enjoy being a tease?” He pulled his finger out of my mouth and his hands fell to my breasts. “Stand up and take your dress off.” He commanded me and I looked over at him in surprise.
“What?” I asked, still rubbing his now hard cock.
“Take your dress off.”
“The magic word?”
“My cock is hard.” He grinned as his eyes challenged me.
“I was thinking more like please.” I licked my lips and stood up in front of him.
“There’s no time for pleases, just thank you’s.”
“Thank you’s?”
“When I make you come, you can thank me.” He looked smug. “Each and every time.”
“Each and every time?” I swallowed hard as I reached up to pull a strap down.
“Each. And. Every. Time.” He said pronouncing each word carefully and clearly as he stood up.
“I see.” My hand froze on my upper arm as I gazed at him, his body exuding confidence and power. This was a man that was used to getting what he wanted. A man that would normally annoy me.
“Don’t worry. I have enough condoms.” He grinned and nodded towards the table.
“You planned this?” I frowned. Had it been his plan to seduce someone at the wedding? Did it not even matter who I was.
“No.” He smirked, his eyes firm as he gazed at me. “I didn’t plan this. In fact this is rather inconvenient for me.”
“This is inconvenient for you?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his hand now on top of mine and guiding my dress strap down. “I really have other things to be worrying about right now.”
“Instead of hooking up you mean?”
“Correct. This wasn’t a part of the plan.”
“I see.” I said slightly sullenly, though I was happy that I wasn’t just the girl for the night.
“It wasn’t part of my plan for this weekend, but I’m adaptable when I’m around a beautiful girl.” He moved in closer to me and reached for my other bra strap. “What happened to your friend by the way?”
“My friend?”
“The loud girl you were with at the wedding?”
“Oh Alice.” I laughed. “She went home.”
“I hope she’s not mad that I stole you away for the night.”
“No, she’s not mad.” I shook my head and grinned. “She’s happy that I’m getting laid.”
“Oh?” He reached behind me and I felt my zipper being pulled down.
“I’m not the sort of girl that normally has a one night stand.”
“Oh?” He paused and frowned as he looked at me. “This isn’t going to be —”
“Don’t worry.” I cut him off. “I don’t think this is anything more than one night.”