by Kasey Krane
At least, that was what I could hope for.
But he was so handsome…
I was worried he was leaving a permanent scorching mark in my brain.
Colin put his arm around me while I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind. I leaned towards him even though I knew we were treading dangerous territory. I needed to keep my distance from him if I had any hope of surviving the night without any permanent damage.
“You smell good,” he said, sniffing me. He brought his nose close to my hair and I felt his hot breath on my ears. That gave me goosebumps of excitement. Adrenaline rushed through my veins.
I couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would be to be fucked again. Nobody fucked me like he did, and I wanted some more.
But then he tightened his grip around my shoulders, and like an idiot, I rested my head on him. Why did I do that? What was I thinking?
It was the stupidest move I could have made because now, my heart thudded in my chest.
I blamed the alcohol for everything I was feeling.
I had to keep reminding myself I knew nothing about this guy.
He could be conning me right now.
His thumb stroked the curve of my neck as he held me. We weren’t even speaking anymore. Just staring at the movie in silence.
“I’ve never watched this before,” he said.
“Are you serious? You’ve never watched Casablanca?”
He shrugged.
“I get it now,” he added.
I buried my face in his chest and tried to hide my smile.
I didn’t think we would actually last through the whole film. I didn’t think I had it in me to make it to the end without either falling asleep, or getting up and leaving because the idea of love and romance seemed so outlandish.
I definitely didn’t expect a guy like Colin to make it to the end either.
I didn’t know much about him, but he didn’t seem like the romantic type.
And that was probably why I felt like we had an actual connection. Even though we belonged to two different worlds, we had similar personalities.
But we were both rapt with attention till the end of the movie, even though I knew the story.
He still held me in his arms and I had no idea how much of that whiskey bottle we polished off. I stopped keeping track because by now, I was deep in the fog of drunkenness. There was no point trying to control it anymore.
There were moments when I stole a look at him. He was staring at the screen, really paying attention—which amazed me. Was he just as drunk as I was? Or was he buying into this true love bullshit like the rest of the world did.
No way he would. He was smarter than that.
But it was sweet. I had to smile every time I glanced at him, seeing him so interested in the romance on screen.
Sometimes, while I stayed snuggled in his arms, I even forgot that we didn’t know each other. Not in a real way. That he wasn’t actually a part of my life, and tonight was just a magical fleeting memory I’d soon forget.
It felt like this actually meant something.
Images flashed in my mind of us holding hands and walking down a busy street—in broad daylight. Us going to a cafe and ordering each other’s favorites. Sitting on a park bench somewhere, talking and laughing. Normal couple things, which I’d always considered so overrated.
He didn’t look like he was built for that either.
Something came over me, made me a little bitter, and I pulled away from him. I was overwhelmed by the rush of emotions I was feeling. I never allowed myself to go that far with a guy. Never with a guy I’d just met. After all, it was just lust, right?
“Everything okay?” he asked, looking at me with some concern in his eyes. It seemed like he wanted me back snuggling in his arms. I couldn’t understand it. What was happening here?
“I think I’m just very drunk,” I said, forcing a smile.
Colin reached for me, stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers. He had the softest touch.
What the fuck?
“Me too, babe,” he replied.
Six
Colin
I was surprised I was still able to walk or talk without slurring my words. I should have been passed out somewhere by now, but this girl was keeping me awake. Making me feel alive.
Nothing could knock me down now.
The movie ended and I was filled with a new excited feeling I’d rarely experienced before.
I didn’t watch romance films. It wasn’t exactly my jam. I wasn’t sure why I even paid attention to what was happening on-screen. There was a part of me that screamed—it was idiotic. There was another part that seemed to melt a little.
Maybe it was because of how beautiful Marley was, and because it felt good having her in my arms. Maybe it was just my cock talking.
We stumbled out of the theater together, still in each other’s arms like an old married couple. I laughed at myself when that thought entered my head.
“What?” Marley asked, looking at me brightly. She wanted in on the joke.
“I was just thinking about how crazy this night is going. I’ve done a lot of things tonight I never thought I would ever do.”
She nodded.
“Exactly! We’re probably too drunk to make any sensible decisions anymore,” she said and broke into a giggle.
I joined in. We laughed uncontrollably, and neither of us had said anything actually funny.
“Do you want to hear something else that’s funny?” I asked.
Marley nodded so wildly that it looked like her head might fall off.
“I was thinking we could head back to my hotel room and continue partying.”
She bit down on her lip excitedly.
“Could we raid your mini-bar?”
“You can do anything you like.”
She clapped her hands like a little girl would and I pulled her in my arms again. I grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her hard.
Within seconds, we were pressed to each other, basking off the heat our bodies gave off.
I wanted to rip the clothes off her body and it seemed like she would have been interested in doing the same.
Had I ever felt like this before? Found a girl this irresistible? What kind of black magic had she played on me?
When I first saw her at the bar, I knew I had to have her. But I didn’t predict that I’d want her to stick around. That I wouldn’t want the night to end. I didn’t usually have such a long attention span with other chicks.
Marley pulled away from the kiss to look at my face.
“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go to your hotel room so you can take my clothes off.”
My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. Fuck. I didn’t know if I could even wait till we got to the hotel.
But I grabbed her hand and we started running down the deserted sidewalk so we could flag down a cab at some point.
We were both laughing uncontrollably.
Marley was in my arms when we fell through the door of my hotel room and straight to the carpeted floor.
She was on top of me now. I kicked the door shut just in time before she started ripping my clothes off.
This girl knew what she wanted too, and she wasn’t shy to demand it.
Within moments, my shirt was off and she’d pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then she straightened herself so she could pull off her dress too.
Her dark straight silky hair fell like a curtain around her shoulders and I reached for it, twisting it around my fist so I could pull her closer to me.
She covered my mouth, kissing my hard while she rolled her hips.
My cock was hard and she held me, stroked me, caressed my balls that were bursting for release.
Marley on top of me was the best fuckin’ feeling. It wasn’t just the alcohol talking. I knew that by now.
I’d never felt anything like this before.
Not even with Tina…I pushed her out of my thoughts. I didn’t
want to feel any form of weakness. Not tonight.
Tonight was going to be all about Marley and worshipping her beautiful body.
My tongue thrust into her mouth while she gasped and moaned. I undid her bra, helping her big bouncing tits out and I grabbed her left tit with my hand.
She stretched herself over me, positioning her tits over my face so I could lick and suck them. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back in pleasure as I sucked on her nipples hard. They were rosy pink, like they were blushing.
I could feel the heat and warmth of her wet pussy as she ground herself against me.
I couldn’t do it anymore. I needed to be inside her.
I grabbed her ass and lifted her up, pushing her panty aside at the same moment that I pulled her down on me.
Marley moaned and I grunted like a wild animal as my cock slid into her.
She straightened up, straddling me with her palms pressing down on my bare chest. I noticed how her eyes glowed when she saw the tattoos on my chest. They were well hidden when I was fully dressed but they were on display now.
She moved quicker, bouncing up and down, making her juicy tits jiggle. I couldn’t get enough of her body. My cock thrust deep in her tight warm pussy. We moved together, she moved fast, bringing herself down on me in quick rhythmic motions.
Then she started pleasuring herself too, rubbing her clit while she peered into my eyes. I had her tits in my hand, squeezing and rubbing her nipples with my thumbs while she stroked herself.
Our breathing matched each other’s by now. I could see the flush of red rising on her cheeks, her eyes glazed over and I knew she was close to the edge too. We were both going to come at the same time.
Marley’s orgasm took over her like a wave crashing. She cried out with joy, lifting herself up and sliding down on my thick throbbing cock. I shot into her—and it felt like another explosion. I grabbed her hips while she moved on top of me, keeping me pinned to the floor.
I’d never enjoyed being underneath a chick this much before. I always took charge—that was understood. But Marley flipped all the tables on her path and there was nothing I could do about it.
I came inside her with a joy I’d never felt before.
Marley rolled off me and we lay on the carpet next to each other.
I wasn’t sure how to track exactly what I was feeling because it seemed like I was feeling a lot.
Almost to the point where I wanted this girl to stay the night with me. Share my hotel bed so we could wake up together.
For some reason, I wanted her to still be here when I woke up the next day.
It seemed almost like a ridiculous idea. I enjoyed my space. I always wanted to sleep alone. But before I could voice any of those confusing thoughts—Marley sat up straight.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
I stared at her blankly. The thought of food hadn’t entered my mind so far but now that she mentioned it, yeah…I was hungry.
“I could eat.”
“I know this pizza place that’s still going to be open,” she suggested.
“But we’ll have to put on our clothes for that.”
She smiled as she stood up and started dressing. She threw a bundle of my clothes at me and ordered me to get up.
I did it grudgingly, but at this point, I was too drunk to make any reasonable decisions myself. I was going to rely solely on her judgement.
“The night is still young, Colin. I don’t ever want to sleep,” she continued, giddy with excitement.
Her joy was infectious because I was beginning to feel similarly. She was right—I didn’t want the night to end either.
“First we’ll get pizza and then we’ll go somewhere else,” she said.
“Sounds good to me.”
We stood facing each other, fully dressed now, smiling and probably swaying a little too because neither of us really had a grasp on reality.
She reached for me, weaving her arm around mine. I felt her warmth and kissed her forehead. Almost a little too affectionately, but it didn’t matter.
Anything was possible tonight.
“I hope this turns out to be an adventure we always remember,” she exclaimed as we walked to the door, arm-in-arm.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget you, Marley,” I said and she smiled up at me.
If I was sober, I wouldn’t have said something as ridiculous as that.
Or maybe it was just her—she was the one making me act like I’d lost my mind.
Seven
Marley
I woke up to the jerking feeling like I was falling. Like I’d just been pushed over the edge of a cliff. I woke up, sitting in bed ramrod straight and trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
The room I was in was pitch-black, so I couldn’t tell if it was morning or still night. Then my eyes adjusted to the dark and I noticed narrow glimmers of light at the edges of the window. It was tightly shut off by shutters.
This wasn’t my room.
I looked around the bed and saw a male form at the edge, nearly falling over. His bare back was turned to me so I couldn’t see his face.
I rolled my eyes, knowing I had no idea who this man was.
This was turning into a habit. Every time I had a particularly bad day at work—I’d end up going out, getting drunk and finding a one night stand. It never felt good the next morning but still, I did it over and over again.
I’d already had four one-night stands since I arrived in Las Vegas and I hoped this was the last one. I didn’t want to form any unhealthy patterns.
As I slipped out of bed, I hoped I’d be able to leave the room—the apartment, without waking the guy. It was best to part ways without any final comments. I hated confrontations.
Silently, in the dark, I started collecting my clothes that seemed to be scattered all around the room. One by one, I found my lingerie, then my dress, but my purse and shoes were still missing.
I considered going into the bathroom and freshening up, but that would wake the guy up. I didn’t want that.
As I searched through the room for my shoes and purse, I came across some balloons swirling around on the floor. I blinked, trying to see clearly—what were those white and silver balloons doing there?
How random! I almost laughed.
I couldn’t remember what I got up to last night with this guy but I was sure we didn’t attend a birthday party!
Ignoring the balloons, I kept looking for my missing items until I saw a glittery banner lying on the floor near the door. At first, the words didn’t make sense to me. I thought my eyes were just playing tricks on me in the dark.
Did the banner really say—Just Married?
What the fuck?
That was when my heart started racing in my chest. Something didn’t feel right.
I was hungover, there was a pain at the back of my head, my vision seemed blurry because of how nauseous I felt. And then there were those flashing images in my head. I couldn’t ignore them anymore—now that I’d seen the banner along with the balloons.
Images of me walking down a garishly over-decorated aisle. Arm-in-arm with a man whose face I couldn’t see.
Three strangers stood at the end of that aisle with big smiles on their faces, dressed up like they were at a Halloween party.
I rubbed my face with my hands to get rid of those images. Then I felt the cold metal touch of a ring on my finger.
My wedding finger.
I parted my eyes, squinting like I was watching a horror film unfold.
Film?
Casablanca.
What was happening? My mind was spinning out of control.
I had a cheap metal ring on my wedding finger, staring innocently back at me.
Then I screamed.
The guy jumped up in bed, almost jumping out of his skin when my scream pierced the air.
“What the fuck is going on?” he growled, when he saw me standing in the middle of his room.
This wasn’t his apartmen
t. This was a hotel room. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place now.
I ran to the windows and rolled up the shutters. Blinding bright sunlight streamed into the room. He held a hand up to shield his eyes.
Soft brown hair ruffled, a dark shadowy stubble covered his chin and cheeks. He had the most intense green eyes and a handsome chiseled face. He was naked in bed with dark tattoos covering his chest.
I recognized that face now, though I didn’t remember his name.
This was the guy who fucked me hard in the dark alleyway at the back of the bar last night. I remembered the way he pulled the other guy off me at the bar, and how wet my pussy was the moment my eyes landed on his perfect body.
I felt that shiver of desire again when I saw him now.
He was deliciously irresistible.
It almost hurt my hungover brain.
In silence, he eyed me up and down and it seemed like he was recalling all our experiences from the previous night too. He didn’t look pleased either.
Yeah, we had nothing to be pleased about.
We had behaved stupidly. We were strangers. I didn’t know anything about him. We drank too much and now we were going to pay the price for that.
His face and the vague faded memories of the previous night had distracted me from what made me scream. I remembered the balloons, the celebratory banner, the ring!
“Do you know what this is doing here?” I asked in a shrill panicky voice, pointing at the ring on my finger.
He groaned as he sat up in bed, like every muscle in his body ached. The sheet fell away from him and I saw more of his chiseled abs. Argh.
He lifted up his hand to examine his finger. He had a matching ring there too.
“Not a fucking clue,” he replied and his voice sort of calmed me.
Whatever madness this man had induced in me last night seemed to still have an effect on me today. I ignored it, shaking my head violently.