One Night With The Best Man

by Sara Daniel

  Giving her what she wanted, he stretched and filled her. “God, you’re so tight.” His voice deepened and strained as he brushed his lips across her back.

  “Yes. Omigod.” She couldn’t control her shaking. If only she could see him. Yet, not being able to move or face him strengthened her desire.

  He twisted his wrist, and, without warning, she detonated. Great spasms shook from her very core. When he squeezed her ass, pure ecstasy raced through her veins. He caressed the sweet spot inside her.

  “Alex.” Nothing had prepared her for such an incredible orgasm. More than a release, it tilted her entire world on its axis.

  He withdrew and shifted from between her legs. As she shivered with aftershocks, he rolled her onto her back, sweeping his lips over hers, his gaze so tender she wanted to drown in it.

  “You are so responsive. Feeling you come the moment I slide into you makes me tremble and feel like a superhero at the same time.”

  The world tilted again, and she stared at him, unable to reply. Responsive? Her? The few encounters in her past had left her with the uncomfortable suspicion she skewed toward the frigid side.

  He smiled and stroked her jaw. “This time I plan to watch your face while you come.”

  “You want to do it again?” Susan had assumed they’d move on to her reciprocating with a release for him. After all, he had to be dying with lust, and her explosive orgasm should have satisfied her for years, not mere minutes.

  His smile widened, revealing an adorable set of dimples. “You did specify multiple orgasms, ‘a lot of them,’ to be exact. I have no intention of letting you down.”

  He caressed the swell of her breasts spilling over the top of the demi bra then nudged the cup down to expose her nipple. Bending, he took the bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking gently. Desire slammed through her, and she bucked her hips.

  He draped a palm over her navel then covered her mound through her thin panties, trapping the heat inside her, building it until she thought she’d explode. The underwear that had seemed so sexy when she’d bought them became a source of frustration. She didn’t want anything between him and her skin.

  Before she could rip the panties off, Alex corralled her hands, removing them from the intended target and interrupting his own caresses, too. She whimpered, a sound she wasn’t proud of, but she’d become too desperate to care about anything but him touching her again.

  He released her to unclasp her bra. “I’m doing the pleasuring and choosing how to deliver it this time, remember?” Pulling the garment off, he tossed it to the floor.

  “Just get back to sucking and kissing me, please. I miss your mouth on my skin.”

  “Already?” He rubbed a palm over her nipple.

  Nodding, she arched for him. “As soon as you move away, I miss it. I can’t get enough of you.”

  With a groan, he nudged her panties down. Leaning over her, he teased her breasts with his tongue while inching his thumb through her wetness, massaging her clit then dipping into her.

  She writhed on the mattress. and he sank deeper, giving her what she wanted before she could think to ask for it. Still pleasuring her pussy, he tasted and kissed his way down her chest and over her navel. He flicked his tongue along her clit, inciting intense pleasure and the vortex of a mind-shattering orgasm.

  Alex loved watching Susie come. His only regret was not being able to watch her face and her pussy at the same time so he wouldn’t miss a moment of her pleasure.

  Keeping his thumb nestled inside her, he waited while she opened her eyes and refocused on him, her lips curving in a satisfied smile. He drew back then plunged in to fill her again.

  She gasped and raised her hips.

  His chest clenched at her instinctive plea for more. “You want to come again?”

  “I don’t think it’s possible.”

  “Sure, it is.” Torrid dampness encased his fingers as she sprang to life around him. “But not on the bed. Stand up, and we’ll try something different.”

  She started to obey then looked pointedly at where he remained lodged inside her. “How about moving your arm so I can get up?”

  “I’ll move it, but not remove it from you, if that’s what you mean.” He grinned at her dismay and rotated his wrist, loving the way her gaze softened and her mouth slackened. Each moan and gasp rocketed straight to his agonizingly hard groin.

  She clung to his shoulder, steadying herself as she shifted into a sitting position, driving him deeper. Then she stood. He circled his thumb around her clit then rubbed across the length of her slit.

  “Okay, I take it back. More orgasms are possible.” She gasped, gripping him tighter. “Anything’s possible with you.”

  Kneeling on the floor while she stood over him in nothing but her stilettos, he repeated the journey with his index finger.

  “Alex. Oh, the things you do to me. I never dreamed—”

  He surged inside her, and she cut off with a gasp. Her body hugged him, shuddering around him.

  “My shoes…still on…forgot.” She panted.

  “We didn’t forget. I want you to leave them on.” Nudging her legs wider, he settled his shoulders between them while she trembled. He had no idea how he’d gotten lucky enough to be allowed to explore and worship every inch of her incredible skin, but he intended to make the most of the opportunity.

  “Grab onto me for support if you need it, and tell me how much you like this.” He swirled his tongue around her clit.

  “Yes.” She latched onto his hair. “Yes, I like it.”

  He wanted more than a tepid like, even if she spoke the word with heartfelt enthusiasm. He shimmied a second digit into her pussy.

  “Omigod! Alex. Oh, Alex.”

  He clutched her ass, and she came hard against his hand and face. He continued sucking and plunging. She shuddered and came again, harder than before. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto him, her body soft and pliant and utterly his.

  Lifting her, he laid her on the bed and peeled off her shoes. Then he hunkered over her, swiping her hair off her face. She smiled at him, face glowing, eyes dewy with tenderness and other emotions that should have terrified him, but he had no fear. With her, he was invincible.

  “Taste yourself, Susie. You have so much passion bottled up inside.” He kissed her, and she stabbed her tongue into his mouth, groaning with eagerness. Damn. Despite making her come four times already, he still wanted to give her more.

  “You’ve got to be dying right now,” she whispered. “Take off your clothes and come inside me.” She spread her legs wider, so his hips rested between her thighs, then hooked her calves around his waist.

  She offered him heaven, but as long as he didn’t take it, he wouldn’t feel any guilt about leaving her at the end of the night. “Tonight’s not about what I can get. It’s about what I can give you.”

  “But—”

  He wiggled lower on the mattress and cupped her core, morphing her protest into a moan. Then he stroked her inner thighs, drinking in her incoherent pleasure. When her desire turned to desperation, he pressed both thumbs into her at once and sent her flying over the edge.

  Afterward, she lifted her head, awash in contentment and sweet smiles. Something shimmered in her eyes, an emotion he didn’t dare analyze. He tucked the sheet around her and kissed her on the lips before she could speak the words that had no place coming between them. Her body needed a chance to recover, and their emotions needed a break in order for both of them to gain some perspective.

  “I’m going to get a bath ready for you,” he said and strode to the bathroom. Like in the bedroom, playtime in the water would be a one-way street. But, eventually, he’d get his release. For years to come, he’d jack off while remembering the heat of her sex, the shuddering of her muscles, and the ecstasy on her face. And her name would forever be on his lips and in his heart.

  He would leave in the morning knowing he hadn’t hurt her. When he’d offered to satisfy h
er fantasies, he’d thought Susie wouldn’t touch him, but her passion was too great not to rock him to his very core.

  He couldn’t protect himself, but he’d do whatever he could to protect her from him.

  ***

  Susan finally convinced Alex to shed his clothes down to his boxer briefs. Really, the huge Jacuzzi convinced him, since he couldn’t stay dry while touching her, and wet denim didn’t do anyone any favors. She toweled off while he dried his legs, the soaked boxer briefs undermining his efforts.

  “Take them off, Alex. You’ve seen every bit of me. I can handle seeing what you have hiding in there.” It didn’t hide well. She roamed her gaze over the impressive bulge. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, he wore a tortured expression.

  “I promised you all the satisfaction and nothing for me,” he said, his tone defeated. “I can’t keep that promise if we’re both naked.”

  His defeat equaled a win for both of them. “I release you from your promise, and I’ll give you a new one. I’m going to make love to you until you scream my name and demand why we didn’t do this hours ago.”

  She peeled his underwear down and then knelt before him, sipping a water droplet from his thigh. He hissed then whispered an oath, his cock bobbing for attention. While licking it dry, she rubbed the water from his tight buttocks with her hands.

  “I’m not taking pleasure from you this way. Not the first time.” He lifted her to her feet and they stumbled into the bedroom.

  Needing to take charge, she grabbed a condom from the desk and faced him so he stood with his back to the wall. She ripped the package open with her teeth and rolled the protection over his length.

  He gripped her hips and set her on the edge of the desk. Tilting back, she surrounded him with her legs, drawing him closer. With a single thrust, he drove into her, filling her in a way that transcended the physical, turning every cliché she’d ever heard about one person completing the other into a reality.

  He encircled her body, hugging her to his torso. Carrying her, he staggered to the bed and sat with her on his lap, clutching her ass and driving deeper into her. She wouldn’t have thought it possible to top the pleasure he’d already bestowed on her, but Alex managed the impossible.

  She couldn’t only take pleasure from him. She wanted to return it. Shifting her legs on either side of him, she prodded his chest until he lay flat. Then she rose above him until the tip of his cock titillated her pussy.

  “Susie.” Her name spilled from his lips in a plea, or maybe a prayer.

  “What?” she teased, wanting him to voice his desperation, to admit he craved her the way no one ever had.

  “I have to be inside you. I need you.”

  On the verge of detonating from his simple proclamation, she sank onto him.

  “Yes, Susie. Oh. Yes.” Ecstasy and agony intertwined on his face.

  She rocked frantically, intent on making his release as amazing and memorable as the ones he’d given her. Pumping her hips, she drew him out then slammed down to claim every last inch of him until she couldn’t hold out any longer.

  The second she began splintering apart, he came with her, clinging to her, shouting her name, even as she cried out for him. He caught her, pulling her to him. She rested her head on his sternum, draping her arms over the crown of his head, absorbing the rise and fall of his chest against her cheek.

  She’d found heaven.

  Continuing to lie with her head tucked under his chin, she didn’t dare risk meeting his gaze for fear he’d see the truth she’d never admit to him but could no longer deny to herself.

  She’d fallen in love with him.

  Despite their short time together, living amongst his roots and his memories, she knew him and understood him. So, she also understood too well why she couldn’t share her feelings.

  Because of the farm, he would never love her in return.

  Chapter Seven

  Trying not to disturb him, Susan finally eased off him and then the bed.

  “Where are you going?” Alex murmured, his eyelids heavy, his face relaxed and content.

  Unable to completely sever contact, she brushed her mouth across his. “Washing up and getting rid of the condom.”

  He fondled her hip. “I don’t want you to go that far away, even for a minute.”

  To stop herself from agreeing, she kissed him again. “Just go to sleep.” Once slumber had overtaken him, she would dress and head for the one place he wouldn’t follow her—her home.

  When she emerged from the bathroom, he remained sprawled across the king-size bed. She couldn’t help but stare at the lean lines and muscles of his gorgeous male form.

  A red puckered scar ran the length of his thigh. Another smaller, faded one marked his shoulder. His years in the Marines had been far more than an escape from farm work. He’d given up relative safety to put his life on the line for his country and not without a couple close calls.

  His cock twitched. “Are you coming back to bed, or are you going to stare at me all night?”

  Neither. She planned to walk away while she still could. Except she couldn’t make her feet move in the direction of her clothes or the door.

  Reaching out, he grasped her fingertips. “Spoon with me, and I’ll show you what a good cuddler I am.”

  She eyed his swelling cock, heat unfurling in her belly. “If you plan to spoon with that, uh, fork, we’ll end up with a spork.”

  He laughed, deep and sexy. “Guilty as charged.”

  Giving up the pretense of attempting to leave, she crawled over his naked body and lay next to him, wiggling her backside into his heat. If she only had one night, she’d wouldn’t leave before it ended.

  He rolled toward her, his cock, full and proud, nudging her ass. She delighted in his desire and squirmed closer. He draped his arm around her and sank into her, their bodies so close she couldn’t determine where one stopped and the other began. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the connection.

  ***

  They made love again and again throughout the night, sometimes with insatiable energy, sometimes with quiet tenderness that pierced her heart. As the sun began to rise, Susan shifted out of Alex’s arms while he slept. In silence, she put on her clothes and located a complimentary hotel notepad and pen. Pausing, she considered how to achieve a clean break without taking away from the perfect memories they’d created.

  I have farm chores to attend to. Don’t worry. I know how you feel about those. Thanks for the fun night.

  After scrawling her name at the bottom, she tiptoed from the room barefoot, carrying her stilettos in her hand. She wouldn’t cry. She’d agreed to have a one-night stand. The night was over, so their relationship also came to an end.

  If her real life looked a little duller in the first blush of morning light, giving her students a hand with the milking would help her remember her blessings and put her life in perspective.

  Good sex was a fun pastime, but she could live without it. As for the other emotion that had taken root during the night, well, she’d figure out how to live without that, too.

  ***

  Alex blinked and rose onto his elbows. Although alone in a hotel room, he definitely hadn’t dreamed he’d spent the night with Susie—her unique scent and the faint hint of lilies permeated everything.

  “Susie?”

  No answer.

  He dragged himself into a full sitting position, trying to ignore his morning wood. Damn, as often as they’d come together in the past twelve hours, he should have been out of commission for a month. But she’d tapped an insatiable reservoir inside him.

  Maybe they could call for room service and spend the morning repeating last night. She hadn’t been able to get enough of him either. Every time he’d touched her, she’d been ready to come for him. He couldn’t wait to watch the pleasure spill across her face once again…as soon as he figured out where she’d gone.

  Stumbling into the bathroom, he flipped on the light then splashed water o
n his face. Bent over the basin and reaching for a towel, his face inches from the counter, he couldn’t miss the note addressed to him. Water dripped from his chin onto the notepad, smearing the ink, but unfortunately not enough to turn the words illegible.

  Thanks for the fun night.

  Was a fun night all he’d been to her? An epic sex-fest?

  Alex had wanted those things when he’d come to the room to claim his one-night stand, but from the moment he’d seen her checking out her ass in the mirror, everything had changed. Susie hadn’t just touched his body. She’d imprinted herself on his soul.

  Fuck that. He wadded the note in his fist. If all he’d done was get her off, then she could say it to his face.

  ***

  An hour later, Alex steered onto the gravel road to the farm, gunning the engine and spraying rocks from under his tires. A crew from a rental company had taken over the front yard to disassemble the wedding tent. He drove straight up the driveway and skidded to a halt in front of the house.

  Jumping from the car, he dashed to the front door and depressed the bell, holding it down to annoy her into answering. No one did, however, and no lights were on inside. Undaunted, he strode around the house and toward the barn, entering through the visitors’ observation room.

  Two men doing their damnedest to grow beards on their baby faces looked up from a laptop screen full of numbers.

  “Is Susie here?” he asked.

  They glanced at each other. “Who?”

  “Your professor. Dr. Gundersen.” Funny how he’d almost forgotten about her important title. She never held her years of education and mega-brain over his head, unlike other intellectuals he’d encountered who considered a high school diploma and military enlistment signs of idiocy.

  “She’s testing the day’s milk. Do you want me to get her for you?” one of the boys offered.

  “No, I know the way.” Alex yanked open the plastic door and strode through the barn, around the milking stations to tables of assorted science experiments. Standing with her back to him, she measured white liquid into a test tube.