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Brooke
Iwas unfamiliar with the workings of a one-night stand, having never participated in one before, so I was unprepared for this gorgeous man to go down on his knees in front of me, mouth in line with my pussy.
Directly after my breakup, I’d attempted to take home a cute waiter I met while visiting San Diego, but I’d chickened out, full of too many emotions to go through with it.
But tonight. Well, tonight was different. I was comfortable with Lucas in a way I couldn’t explain, and knew he would give me the physical release my body craved. Still, I’d assumed it would be straight sex. Quick, hot, and over. Not something so intimate as having his mouth on me.
My hands searched for purchase and found it in Lucas’ hair, pulling him further into me. But he was true to his word about taking his time. He tortured me with the touch of his lips on the inside of my thighs and hovered over the place I desired him most only to pull away and look up with a mischievous grin.
“You okay to stand while I do this, or do you prefer the bed?”
I arched a brow in challenge. “You tell me.”
He chuckled, quickly picking me up and tossing me on the mattress. “You’ll definitely need the bed.”
Before I had a chance to adjust my position, he dragged my ass toward the edge, spread my legs, and dove in. But not on my clit, nope, instead, he continued the theme of teasing by dragging his tongue through my folds as if savoring the taste of me.
“Hold on, beautiful.” Suddenly he pulled off and moved toward the dresser to—what? Take a break and a sip of his milkshake? I didn’t understand how he could get distracted until he returned and put his cold lips around my clit. I nearly bucked off the bed at the sensation.
He glanced up, a sexy grin splashed on his face. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” I panted out, incredibly turned on.
If he wasn’t already aware, he discovered the intensity of my arousal when he inserted a finger into my wetness. Hissing with approval, he wasted no time adding a second and curled them up to my inner wall while targeting my clit with his mouth.
Never having been the type to come quickly, the orgasm that ripped through me less than a minute later took me completely off guard.
His expression showed satisfaction and pride. Reaching over, he grabbed his milkshake again, afterward lavishing my breasts with the frozen sensation. One nipple, then another before moving north and taking my mouth again. The taste of my climax mixed with chocolate made for an erotic blend.
Reaching down, he zeroed in once again on my clit, taking me to the edge before standing up to undress. There was a grace about his movements as he shed his clothes, making it a treat to watch.
My gaze tracked down from his handsome face to his incredibly muscled body to include sculpted shoulders, chiseled abs, and a large, rock-hard cock jutting out and glistening with pre-come. With practiced movements, he retrieved a condom from his wallet and had himself sheathed. In no time, he was positioning himself between my legs and notching himself at my opening.
I braced myself for the intrusion, expecting him to slam home. I was definitely wet enough to take him, but instead of a quick entry, he moved achingly slow as if savoring the stretch of my body taking him in. Reaching for a pillow, he wedged it under my back, which allowed me a better vantage point to watch him feed his cock into me.
“You feel so incredible,” he muttered as if the slow slide into my heat was costing him.
Deciding to enact my own form of torture, I squeezed my inner muscles.
He hissed out a round of inaudible curses before inching in further and muttering, “Do it again.”
I was happy to clench down even harder and enjoyed the growl ripped from his throat.
“Jesus.”
Once I relaxed my muscles again, he slid home, flush with my body, holding the position, throbbing inside of me with an expression of bliss across his features. As if he wasn’t deep enough, he moved my right leg up to my shoulder. “You okay like this?” The bead of sweat on his brow told how difficult it was for him to hold still deep inside of me.
“Yes. Fuck me, Lucas.”
“Say it again.” He pulled back a few inches.
“Fuck me.” The last word came out on a squeak as he slammed home. “More,” I groaned, loving the way he didn’t hold back. The way he drove into me as if he couldn’t control himself was hot as hell. But once he flicked my clit, I was done for, the climax tearing through me like a hot wave, taking my breath and threatening to drown me in pleasure.
Much to my surprise, he wasn’t done. He captured my lips while moving inside of me.
My body trembled, the aftershock of the orgasms evident in the way I was spasming around him. What were the chances of having the best sex of my life with a stranger? I wouldn’t think about it. Instead I threw my arms around his neck and ran my nails over his skin, loving the way the contact made him grunt into my mouth. His movements became less rhythmic and more erratic, indicating he was close. Spurring him on, I squeezed my walls around him, demanding it. But he wasn’t content to do it alone. Reaching between our bodies, he rubbed my over-sensitive nub sending me over the edge with him.
His movements stilled, the combination of our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Our sweaty bodies stuck together, and he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move. I wasn’t complaining. Because after three orgasms, I wasn’t quite sure how I’d manage to walk again, let alone get up, get dressed, and drive home.
Damn, my first one-night stand, and I’d already failed by my inability to leave.
Lucas shifted his weight, pulled out slowly, and got to his feet, giving me a great view of his ass while walking to the bathroom. Shaking my head, I forced my body into motion. Easier said than done, but I’d managed to get to my feet by the time he came out.
“Where are you going?”
Um, wasn’t this the deal? Again, I wasn’t certain of the etiquette regarding a one-night stand, but he’d made it clear earlier this wasn’t the type of thing whereby we lingered. “I, uh, I was—”
He didn’t give me a chance to finish, instead pulling me into his arms and pressing his lips to mine. His kiss turned deeper, and there was no mistaking he was hard again if, in fact, he’d ever gone soft. “Ready for round two?”
Call me crazy, but how could I possibly say no?
