“Am I entertaining you?”
“You think I’m afraid of falling in love with you,” she states.
“There’s no other reason to say no to me, is there?” I cross my arms, giving her a challenging look. “We’re two consenting adults who find each other attractive. I’m not asking you to marry me. You’re not expecting me to stalk you again because I need more.”
Her eyes light up with a new life. “Are you staying at the inn?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she says.
“Now?”
She checks her watch. “I have to be home in an hour to get ready for work. This is a one-time thing, right? No strings attached?”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Unless you want more.”
She fakes yawning. “You’re smooth, but a little rusty.”
“I’ll show you there’s no rust under the hood, gorgeous,” I joke. “Race you to it.”
I don’t know who was chasing whom. We arrive at the inn in less than fifteen minutes. I drag her to the third floor and open the door to my room.
“Do you have condoms?” she asks, taking off her shoes.
“I’m a good boy scout,” I answer, pulling a square foil out of my wallet.
“Do we have any rules?”
“Rules?” I answer as I pull my t-shirt up and throw it to the floor. “What are you talking about? This isn’t BDSM, is it?”
She laughs, and it’s becoming my favorite sound. It’s such a free, happy sound. “No. I mean… I don’t know what I mean. Maybe something like no kissing, or no names, or… I don’t usually partake in one-night stands—or one-day stands—so I’m not sure about the rules.”
“Oh,” I say. “I mean, we don’t have to exchange names. If you want me to be honest and transparent, I would like to fuck your mouth with my tongue and, if you want, my cock too.”
She’s staring at my chest. “Like what you see?” Her needy eyes stare at me. “Let’s see what you got.”
“Maybe that’s my rule,” she says. “We don’t exchange names, compliments, or flirt. We just get to it.”
“What if I refuse? I want to savor you, tell you how beautiful you are and how delicious you taste.”
“No,” she states. “I don’t want it to be that intimate.”
“Okay,” I say. “Are you regretting this?”
She sucks on her bottom lip and nods. “Yeah… but this isn’t me. I—”
“What is it?”
“See, I want to do this. Like all night, I thought about saying fuck it. The next time I won’t back down. I even dreamt of what you could do to me,” she says, her skin turning slightly pink.
“What did I do to you in your dream?” I dare to ask, taking a step closer to her. She doesn’t move or turn her gaze away as I take a second one. “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to imagine everything?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbles as her eyes stare at me like the ocean stares at the sun, openly and hopeful for a new day.
“But it does. Maybe you forgot part of it, and you need someone to refresh your memory. First, I kissed you,” I whisper, bending closer to her. “Just like I did last night. Do you want to remember?”
A shy smile curves her lips. “Maybe.”
I brush the loose strands away from her face. I hesitate at first because what if I’m making her uncomfortable. I wait even as our lips almost touched.
“Why did you wait?”
“I enjoy feeling your heat against me, your anticipation, your need.” I brush her soft lips with mine. She gasps, opening her mouth just slightly. Her eyes brighten the room.
I dip my mouth to hers. This is almost as good as running and feeling the air against my body while I imagine I’m flying against the current and the mundane life I live. The only difference is I don’t rush like when I’m running. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me, hoping that this kiss is enough to convince her we could have something beautiful before she has to go to work.
There’s nothing wrong with creating a perfect moment while you take a break from life. In an hour, we’ll be a memory.
Desire flows through my veins. I kiss her neck, travel over her bare shoulder, and I undress her slowly. I kiss the trail of freckles running down her arm. She shivers. My fingers explore her. They memorize her.
“You’re so beautiful.” My voice comes out raw, lustful.
Maybe we could be a summer fling, I think for a second, but then I erase that thought. It’s a bad idea. We will have this one day together.
I press my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. She’s so soft and small compared to me, and yet, we fit perfectly together. I slide my tongue between her plump lips. She opens for me, letting out a soft moan. I thread my hands through her hair, pulling her closer. I can’t get enough of her. Her hands curl behind my head, pulling me closer. It’s like we’re desperate to become one. Our lips fuse into one another’s, and the slow kiss becomes frantic, urgent.
Suddenly, I’m drunk on her. Her scent, her taste, her moans. I’m high on her. She’s all I want, all I need. My hands begin to move down her body, finding the waistband of her shorts so I can push them down. I grow harder as I realize she’s not wearing underwear.
One hand travels back to her tight ass. I move my other hand up her thigh. Her breath catches as I almost touch her pussy. I bend down to be closer to her, running my lips down her sternum and toward her beautiful globes, licking one of her dark pink nipples and sucking on it. She moans, her back arching as she grabs the back of my head.
I wrap an arm around her waist and cup her breast with my other hand, squeezing it, flicking her nipple as I continue sucking on the other. My face is buried between her breasts, my hands exploring her luscious body. I move my hand away from her breast, dragging it to the apex of her thighs, and she shudders. She’s so wet. For me.
“I want you inside me,” she says firmly, almost commanding.
She pushes down my running shorts.
“Wait, I want to make it good for you—for both of us,” I pant, trying to slow down the pace. “I want to taste you,” I say, sucking my wet finger and savoring her juices. She grins. It’s a mischievous grin that promises me that I won’t have my fill of her in just one fuck.
I’m going to need more.
So much more.
Licking her lips and running her thumb over my crown, she surprises me by saying, “I want to taste you too, but later. Right now, I just want you inside me.”
She’s set on what she wants and not shy in asking for what she needs, and it makes me like her even more. I push her down onto the bed, stepping out of my shorts and grabbing the condom. I open the foil and roll the latex down my length.
Kneeling in front of her, I watch those blue eyes widen with surprise. I push her thighs open, sliding my hands toward her core before burying my face at her center, kissing her beautiful pussy.
Chapter Five
Siobhan
I didn’t expire from having sex with a perfect stranger. Actually, I found out I truly don’t give a shit about what’s happening around me. Well, I do, but so far, nothing catastrophic has happened. It’s as if having sex fixed my bad luck.