We’re eye to eye when he says, “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna lose it. If I lose it now, I won’t get to fuck you.”
His eyes are heated, and he leans forward to kiss me before he lets me go. He kicks off his shoes and pulls his jeans and boxers off, and I take in his fully naked body for a beat.
It’s perfect.
Gorgeous.
Stunning.
Something from a dream.
And it’s the first time I feel like it’s too damn bad this is just one night. But that’s all it is. Sex with a stranger. My one-night stand with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.
The girls will be so proud of me tomorrow when I get the chance to brag about my conquest.
We’re definitely on the same page because after he rolls on one of the thirty condoms he pulled out of his pocket, he walks me over to the window. “Bend forward and use the glass to brace yourself,” he says, his voice husky.
I do what he says, and I feel him close behind me. He swipes his dick through my slit before he shoves himself inside me. My body expands and adjusts to his size, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so full...or so horny.
I claw at the glass as he starts moving. My hotel room is on a pretty high floor, but I see traffic as it’s jammed on a Thursday night down on the Strip. People move about their night like everything’s normal while I’m getting fucked from behind in a hotel room by a stranger.
I groan when he hits a particularly hot rhythm with me. When I glance up, I see his eyes hot on mine in the reflection of the glass.
The very best part of doing it like this is seeing his face as he does what he’s doing to me from behind.
He holds my gaze, grunts and groans filling the room as I listen to the sounds of sex and his body slapping against mine.
Between the sounds and his eyes and the heat between us as he pleasures me in a way no man has ever managed to before, I feel the start of another orgasm edging its way toward me. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes,” he demands, and I do.
He leans forward, his eyes on mine the whole time, and he reaches around to brush my clit with his fingertips.
And that’s when I lose it completely.
I thrash around as I come, my body squeezing him inside as it contracts and pulses all around him, but I keep my eyes on him the whole time. His hot face screws up as he watches me, and then he picks up the pace, shoving hard into me with little growls that tell me he’s right there with me.
He mutters a curse as he comes, and when his body starts to relax, he pulls out of me. My body immediately misses his, and even though he’s already satisfied the ache twice, I feel it pulsing again. I want him again. I want more.
He helps me straighten to a stand, and we both pant for a beat before he sweeps me literally off my feet and into his arms. He kisses me as he carries me over to the bed, and it would potentially be the most romantic moment of my life if this was more than just a one-night thing.
He gets rid of the condom then collapses beside me as we attempt to recover from what was definitely the hottest few moments of my life.
I catch my breath and take a beat to breathe him in. I memorize the scent—it’s fresh and clean and manly all at once, and I want to breathe it in forever.
I break the silence once I catch my breath. “Well that was...” I trail off as I try to find the right word. I fail.
“Hot,” he finishes.
“Yeah. Hot.”
He laughs, and he leans over and kisses the top of my head, and I giggle, and it feels like so much more of a boyfriend move than what this is.
I want to do it again, but the alcohol and the physical activity from tonight catch up with me. I’m about to drift into sleep when he mutters, “Shit. I have to go.”
My eyes pop open, and a dart of sadness pulses through me. I push it away. “So soon?” I was hoping for another round or two before morning. I try not to think that it’s me that’s the reason why he’s darting out so quickly.
He presses his lips together and nods as he clicks off his phone. I hadn’t even realized he was looking at it since my eyes were closed. “I’m sorry. I have some stuff I need to take care of and an early morning.”
He’s clearly giving an excuse to get the hell out after we banged, and that’s fine. We were both aware of the stakes going into it even though a huge part of me is disappointed and really, really wishes we could exchange numbers or at least Instagram handles, but that’s not what this is supposed to be about.
We were destined to meet for one hot night, and now we’ve had it.
And that’s that on that.
He gathers his clothes and I find a t-shirt and shorts to toss on while he dresses. And then with a heavy heart that makes me realize I’m just not cut out for these one-night deals, I walk him to the door, grabbing my phone on the way by. He kisses me once more at the door, and I swear my toes curl and my heart melts.
I snap a quick selfie of us before he can protest because obviously I need proof for the ladies that I spent the night with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life—not at all because I want it for spank bank material.
Okay, maybe a little because I want it for spank bank material.
God, I could stare into those eyes for-damn-ever.
He presses his lips together in a sad smile. “Bye, Sexy Ellie. Thanks for the best one-night stand ever.”
I brave a smile back. “Bye Hot Luke. Thanks for breaking my one-night stand cherry with the hottest sex of my life.”
His sad smile widens to a grin, and then he opens the door and walks out of my life.
CHAPTER 7
“Why the hell would they do breakfast so damn early the morning after the bachelorette party?” I grumble to myself as I try to scrub away the gross feeling that seems to coat me from head to toe.
It’s a little after eight, and Hot Luke left my room last night a little after two. My parents got into town on an early flight and headed right to Josh’s place to make us all brunch, which is a lovely idea even though the timing sucks.
But we had to do it early-ish because Josh has a tee time with my dad and some of his groomsmen at eleven.
I slept like shit last night.
I don’t think the gross feeling comes from my night with Luke, though maybe it should. I feel gross from the strip club, like maybe some oil dripped on me and I can’t quite scrub it away. Or maybe it is Luke I feel gross over.
I don’t really know how I’m supposed to feel the morning after a single night with a guy that was only about sex. But now I have the badge of honor, and I’ll wear it proudly as I show off the selfie I’ve already stared at a billion times.
God, we’re cute together.
My heart ripples every time I open my photos and see his gorgeous smile.
My chest tightens as I touch his face on the screen and recall the feel of the stubble lining his jaw as it scratched along my leg.
I had sex with that guy.
And I won’t get to have it again.
That’s the cost of the one-night thing, and I realize this morning that I’m not really cut out for that lifestyle. I want more. I want to see him again. I want to kiss him some more. I want to have sex with him again.
But I can’t because all I really know about him is that his name is Hot Luke and he bangs like a sexpert.