He stands me up and turns me around, setting me on the bed as my foggy gaze recovers from my climax and focuses on Josh ridding himself of his slacks and black boxer briefs. If I only could’ve seen him in them for a bit longer before he ditched them.
But then I catch sight of the true star of the evening.
His cock.
Who knew Dr. Dick would have such a massive…dick?
I may have suspected it earlier today in those scrubs, but in the flesh, erect and curving up toward his belly in all its hard glory is an incredible thing.
He steps to his nightstand and opens the drawer, rummaging for a few seconds before growling expletives under his breath. “Fuck,” he exclaims and slams the drawer shut.
“We’re going to have sex, right?” I ask anxiously, nowhere near ready to end this wave of pleasure I’m riding.
He looks back at me with a pained look on his face. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“What?” I shriek, my jaw dropped. “How could you not have any condoms?”
“There are none in the drawer,” he snaps, his biceps flexing as he grips the back of his neck with both hands. “This is where I keep them.”
“How many women do you sleep with that you don’t even notice when you run out of condoms?” I stand and prop my hands on my hips.
“I don’t see how that’s any concern of yours,” he snaps. “It’s not like this is our fucking wedding night.”
“Oh, my God,” I groan, shoving him away from the nightstand to look for myself. “Trust me, Josh, when I dolled myself up tonight, you were the last man in the world I expected to sleep with. You’re a doctor. Don’t you get them for free or something?” My hands freeze as a light bulb goes off in my head. “My single girl clutch!”
“Your what?”
“My single girl clutch,” I exclaim, turning on my heel to look for something to throw on so I don’t flash his neighbors through the giant living room windows.
Swiping his dress shirt up off the floor, I toss it on, then nearly roll my ankle as I hurry down the hallway to where I left my clutch. When I return, Josh sits on the edge of the bed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He watches me curiously as I dig into the side pocket and nearly scream when my hands touch a familiar square object.
My smile is victorious as I hold it out in front of him. He frowns at the wrapper. “Mercedes Lee Loveletter?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s my friend’s pen name. She’s an erotic romance novelist, and she passes these out at book signings.”
“What kind of author passes out condoms?” He stares up at me with dubious eyes.
“The sexy kind!” I retort, moving to thrust it into his hand.
He takes it with a look of disbelief on his face. “Seriously, what does she expect is going to happen at a book signing that will require condoms?”
“Would you stop trying to rationalize this and put the damn thing on?”
My words spur him into action, and before I can take a breath, the condom is on and we’re in his bed. Josh is on top of me, holding my hands down and kissing me fiercely.
I can hardly believe that I don’t even really like this guy.
I wrap my legs around him and murmur between kisses, “The kissing is hot and all, but I’m ready for us to do the damn thing.”
His breath huffs over my lips as he stares at my mouth. “Is that right?”
“Yes. We’re in your bed. We’re naked. I think we’re on the same page here, for the first time all day, so we should be working together, yeah?”
The corner of his mouth tilts into a smile as his eyes darken on mine. “Tell me exactly what you want, Lynsey.”
The sound of his voice uttering my name with so much wicked promise sends a jolt through my body, fluttering a whole lot like butterflies. Except this guy doesn’t give me butterflies. He gives me annoyance flies. Is that a thing? I shake off my lame thoughts and focus on what he just asked me. “You want me to tell you what I want…like sexually?”
He nudges his nose against my jaw, flicking his tongue along my neck before murmuring, “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside you.”
“Oh, my God,” I groan and turn my head away in mortification as my body erupts into nervous goose bumps.
He pulls back and stares down at me. “You just told me earlier you wanted me to spank you, but telling me you want my cock is too much?”
I bite my lip and blink. “I think I blacked out when that happened.”
“Sweetheart, my dick is fucking aching to be inside you. Just say the words, and I promise to make us both feel good.” He looks down at me with sensitive eyes that are equally as disarming as they are encouraging. My stomach does a little somersault.
Aw, he is human. How sweet. I lick my lips and lift my head off the pillow to capture his mouth with mine, biting down on his plump lower lip before whispering, “Dr. Josh Richardson, I want your big dick inside me right fucking now.”
He pulls his head back and laughs.
“I can’t believe you’re laughing!” I exclaim, wishing I could knee him in the junk…if only my knees weren’t currently wrapped around his hips.
“I’m sorry…you just…surprise me, is all.” He says the words simply, but his face puzzles with his admission.
“You’re supposed to be the dirty talker anyway. Why are you making me doing all the heavy lifting?”
He shrugs. “This big dick is actually pretty heavy.”
“Holy dip on a carrot, you are such a cocky di—”
My rant is cut off when Josh plunges inside me. So deep, I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.
“Fuuuck,” Josh growls into my neck, his body hard and rigid on top of me as my heat clenches him like a vise. “Jesus fucking fuck.”
“Oh my,” I groan and tighten my legs around him, looking for relief from the sudden and overwhelming invasion.
I knew it would be tight. It’s been so long since I had sex, and Barry the Pharmacy Tech wasn’t exactly hung. But this stretched, delicious, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure feeling is surprising. A welcome surprise.
Josh moves his hips slow and deliberate as we adjust to each other, our bodies slickening with sweat as we rock in sync, our breaths hotter and hotter with each pant.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, glancing down and watching himself move inside me. “So wet…so tight.” He dips his head and sucks on my nipple, his teeth scraping along the tender flesh before moving to pay equal attention to the other.
Just then, his cock hits the spot that I want stoked until I catch fire and burn from the inside out. “Right there. Don’t stop!”
“Not even close to stopping,” he grunts. Staring hungrily at me, he thrusts even deeper, watching me arch into him with overwhelming pleasure.
It’s a peculiar thing having a one-night stand with a stranger. You’ve known each other mere hours, and then you decide to partake in something that leaves you so vulnerable and exposed. So…bare. Until this moment, I would’ve thought having sex with someone I was in love with would be preferred, but staring into Josh’s deliciously wicked green-brown eyes, there’s a freedom I’ve never enjoyed in the bedroom. There’s power in anonymity. I can be whoever I want at this moment. And I’m not holding anything back from this guy.