My heart beats thunderously in my chest when those same fingers sweep under the hem of my panties. It won’t be long until he knows how much I want this because I’m soaked. It’s almost embarrassing.
Moving his hand down farther, he bypasses my clit and goes straight for my entrance. “Mmm, you’re already so wet.” He hums a low grumble into the nape of my neck. Embarrassment warms my cheeks, but when he dips the tip of his finger inside of me, I part my legs and welcome him.
He slides in farther and the sound of my sticky fluids has me wanting to close my legs out of humiliation and run out of here while I still have the chance. But, before I can react, he pulls out and slides my panties down, and warmth trickles through me, pooling in my belly.
“Do you want this?” he asks, and I’m a bit surprised.
I nod in response because I do. God, I do. I need to feel that cock inside of me, filling me up and taking me to a high that I haven’t reached in so long.
Once he’s gained my approval, he walks me over to the bed and lies me down gently on my back. I think he’s going to climb on top of me, but instead, he grabs my legs, pushing them as wide as they will go before nuzzling his face in between them. I let out a subtle moan when his fingertips circle my entrance. My back arches and I feel the need to just grab his hand and shove the entire thing in my pussy, that’s how bad I need him right now.
His tongue begins teasing my clit, and I’m starting to think that he’s just teasing me all together. So, I grab a fistful of his hair and buck my hips up to get things moving along.
Lifting his head, I can see the smirk on his face. “What’s the hurry, gorgeous? We’ve got all night.” There’s something about his tone that turns me on even more. His confidence is uncanny, and I can’t help but wonder if this is a frequent thing for him -- taking strangers up to his hotel room and having his way with them, only to send them packing not even knowing their name.
Even if it is, I’m ok with that. I don’t want to know his name and I have no intention of sharing mine.
“Just do something. Anything. Just don’t stop,” I beg him, feeling a little too pushy.
He dips a finger inside of me again, only going as far as the first knuckle. “Like this?”
“More.”
He adds another finger, going deeper, curling them inside of me and pumping them at my G-spot. The warmth of his wet tongue circles my clit, sending a rush of adrenaline through me. My ass flexes up, gaining friction.
He keeps going, working his magic and at this point, my body feels like he is a magician. One who came out of nowhere when I needed him the most and is making me feel things that I can’t remember ever feeling before. I’ve had oral sex, but something about the way he’s moving his tongue externally while thrusting his fingers in a rhythmic motion internally, has my heart rate accelerating and my entire body flooding with electricity.
My head feels faint, my body cold and hot at the same time. Heat rushes through me, followed by zaps of high voltage electricity. I grip his hair firmer, tangling it in my fingertips. “Oh god,” I cry out, followed by moans and groans and sounds I’ve never heard myself make. An out-of-body experience while I’m taking the high of all highs. My hips sway in motion with every sweep of his tongue. Every prod of his fingers.
As if he senses my orgasm coming, he picks up his pace and that’s all it takes for me to come undone. My arousal spills out in his hand and all over the white sheets of his bed. There isn’t even a moment to recollect my thoughts or come down before he’s tearing the wrapper off a condom and in two seconds flat, he’s coaxing himself inside of me. The remnants of my orgasm make it a smooth entrance for him as he gives me only the shallow part of his dick. Sweeping one arm underneath me, he shifts me so that I’m farther up on the large bed. His chin rests comfortably on my shoulder. My hands lie awkwardly on his back, unsure where to put them. This is not intimate; this is purely sex and I don’t want to give him the wrong idea by making it into something more.
When his mouth finds mine and he kisses me with such passion and seduction, I’m hopeless. Under his spell, at least for the time being. I squeeze his sides with my hands, suddenly feeling as if I can’t get close enough. As if our bodies were meant to meet this way.
He pushes in harder and faster, causing my body to slide even farther up onto the bed until I can feel the tip of my head at the end of the mattress. If we’d started this on the bed the proper way, my head would likely be bouncing off the headboard.
“You’re so tight and wet,” he mumbles into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
I breathe out a heavy breath of air as he inhales it into his lungs, only to return it back to me.
This guy, a complete stranger, continues to fuck me hard and with such power and passion. In some weird sense, I feel proud that I’m the one giving him this pleasure—being the reason for the sounds he’s making. It’s so been so long since I’ve felt appreciated or wanted.
His cock begins to pulsate inside me. Even through the condom, I can feel his head swell and one final thrust has him groaning in pleasure. His body drops on mine. Full and heavy, depleting my lungs.
“Stay the night with me.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Umm, I don’t—”
“Please, just one night. It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman’s company.”
Apparently, my plan has now backfired. It’s an odd request, coming from a guy who seems to do this sort of thing often. He was experienced—smooth and alluring. It was definitely not the first time he’s screwed a stranger from a bar. So why does he want me to stay with him? Maybe he just wants company. I guess it’s not necessarily a bad thing. I could use some, too.
“Ok,” I spit out on impulse. Because, why not?
My words must have surprised him because he pushes himself up almost instantaneously and smiles while placing a kiss on my forehead.
“I’ll get you a t-shirt to sleep in.”
I make a quick call to Stewart to let him know I won’t need a ride after all.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
That’s the word replaying in my mind as I’m staring at the bare ass of a stranger. He’s sleeping on his stomach with his arms wrapped underneath a pillow. Minutes ago, I was doing the same right beside him.
I wasn’t drunk last night. Slightly buzzed, but coherent—yet, I still got caught up in the heat of the moment, which is why I’m snatching up articles of clothing from the hotel room floor, not even knowing what room number I’m in, full of regret.
I slip my bra on as my bedmate’s legs begin moving slightly. I tear off his shirt I’m wearing, already missing the smell. Grabbing my dress, I freeze. My eyes dart around the dark floor in search of my panties, but I don’t see them. He moves more, head stirring, so I pull my dress on, grab my bag, and don’t look back as I head for the door.
Then I stop. Biting my lip, I look over my shoulder. His open eyes catch mine and something swirls inside my stomach.
The stranger, who I so foolishly slept with last night, props himself up on his elbow and licks his lips. “I never got your name.”
My name? Why does he need to know my name? “It’s umm, Mia. Mia Bluff.” The fake name just flies out of my mouth and I wish I could have created something better, like Marilyn DaVinci or Francesca Donavan, but what’s done is done. Doesn’t matter anyway—I’ll never see him again.