by Alex Wolf
Her reddish-blonde hair lays to the left, giving me perfect access to the right side of her neck.
I lick around the shell of her ear and shove my cock up against her ass. “You’re delaying the inevitable.”
“Mm, patience.”
“You’re playing with fire, Brooke.” I smile against her neck. “You’re going to fly too close to the sun and end up getting fucked on this dance floor.” I pull her harder against my cock when I say the last part.
“Did you just quote Icarus and somehow make it degrading? Maybe there’s more to you than I thought.”
I smile at her wit. There’s something about this girl that scares me a little, somewhere deep inside where nobody else is allowed. “Don’t go falling in love and getting attached. I might vomit.”
She snickers a little, then leans harder against me. “Mmm. You know all the right things to say.”
“One of us has to do all the talking while you come on my cock.”
I feel a tremble of excitement ripple through her body. This little game we’re playing is fun, but I’m going to come in my fucking pants if I don’t get to fuck her soon.
“Mmm.” She moans as her lips part.
I dive right in, claiming her mouth, taking what’s mine for tonight. Her kiss is as sweet as I imagined as her tongue moves with mine. Tasting. Teasing. Licking. Exploring. There’s a give and take. We push and pull, fighting for control. Fuck she’s sexy. I like a woman who’s not afraid to go after what she wants.
Her ass presses against my dick again. The thought of pulling out my cock and fucking her right here in the middle of the dance floor crosses my mind. Everyone else is in their own little worlds, doing the same thing we are. Nobody would know.
I rub my thumb over one of her nipples and she gasps. My cock aches, knowing I can touch her and make her sound so breathless and needy. I can’t wait to hear her crying out my name.
Soon.
My hand glides down the swell of her breast and along her ribs, loving the feel of her curves as I grip her grinding hips.
I have to bite back all the pent up sexual frustration. Fuck, I want to bend her over and spank the shit out of her for doing this to me, making me want her this bad. The only thing stopping me is the scandal it’d bring to the firm when I get charged with indecent exposure and lewd conduct. I have a feeling Brooke’s pussy would be worth the risk. But, I’ve worked too damn hard to build up what I have to throw it all away for something that’s already guaranteed.
I work my way to the top of her thigh, my fingers inching up under the hem of her dress. I’m dangerously close to her pussy.
“Oh, God.” She whimpers when I tug her dress up even half an inch.
“Look at you, such a naughty little bitch.” I grit in her ear as she grinds her hips in an attempt to get closer to my fingers. Something tells me this is all way out of Brooke’s comfort zone. She’s living it up for one night. Wants one night with the dangerous asshole who isn’t afraid to do whatever he wants to her. I can easily live up to that. Deliver what she needs. For her. I’m doing all of this for her.
“God, don’t stop talking. Touch me.”
Fuck, I love my life.
“I knew you’d be dirty. You want me to fuck this little cunt with my fingers, right out here in front of everyone, don’t you?”
She gasps when I slide my hand up her dress and cup her pussy in my palm. Fuck, she’s soaked through her panties for me.
“You can deny it all you want, but this wet pussy doesn’t lie, Brooke.” I slide her panties to the side, and glide my finger back and forth through her slick folds. I look up and see Maxwell watching us from the balcony of the VIP area.
He raises his glass to me. Asshole.
I’d wave right now, Maxwell. But I’m knuckle-deep in Brooke’s hot pussy, so a head nod will have to suffice.
I remove my finger and spin Brooke around. When she looks at me, I shove my pussy-soaked finger in her mouth. Her eyes widen, and I lean in next to her ear.
The music dies down and the crowd begins to count down. “Ten, nine … two, one. Happy New Year!” Party streamers and confetti rain down on us, landing in her hair and on her shoulders. My finger is still in her mouth and I can feel her tongue working around.
“That’s what my cock’s going to taste like in an hour.”
Despite her half-hooded eyes, and serious demeanor, I feel another tremble course through her body. I pull my fingers from her mouth, and she sucks them clean as if she doesn’t want to let go.
Her arms hook around my neck and our mouths connect once more. Her tongue is needy and tastes like champagne.
“We’re leaving, now.”
“God, you’re bossy.”
“Well, I’m the goddamn boss.”
“Hey.” She grabs me by the arm and gives me a look that says be serious for a minute. “I don’t normally do—this.” Her eyes dart around. “I don’t sleep with men on the first date.”
“Good thing it’s not a date.” I haul her toward the door.
I make sure to shoot Maxwell the fucking bird when Brooke looks the other direction.
Cocksucker.
Rick’s already parked up front and waiting. I wave to my brothers and the other guys, but they’re all occupied. Maxwell is the only one watching, and he glares. Like I’d just let him have a go at Brooke. Even if I didn’t like Brooke, I wouldn’t share. He knows better.
No fucking way.
And Brooke is mine. She belongs to me.
For the night.
And maybe more than that, if I want more.
Brooke
What the hell am I doing?
I’m going home with Weston. This is actually happening.
He’s practically a stranger. I don’t know anything about him. But then again, I suppose that’s how one-night stands work. Everyone gets off and goes home, hopefully happy, and then you never see each other again.
My stomach is a swarm of butterflies and misfiring neurons. Jesus, I can’t believe I let him talk to me the way he does, but I can’t help myself. There’s something about—him. It’s like he’s serious, but he’s not. I definitely believe he wants to do all the things he says, but there’s this swagger or confidence about him that’s magnetic.
As he leads me to the car waiting out front for us, I know two things. Weston is attractive, and this feels right. I need this. I want it. I want him to take me back to his place and fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. I’ve gone far too long without sex, and when it’s over I can call a cab and go home. Return to my life of routine. It’s as simple as rebooting a computer. It’ll take care of my needs for a while, give me a clean slate.
He can be the story I tell girlfriends about for the rest of my life. The one time I did so and so on New Year’s, blah blah.
Maybe all the champagne has gone to my head but when we get in the car, I slip my panties down my legs and shove them in his face.
To my surprise, he doesn’t miss a beat and takes them in his mouth. He pulls me onto his lap and undoes his zipper. He stuffs my underwear in his pocket as he smirks at me. “Dirty little girl.” His finger finds its way inside me, and I gasp when he adds a second one. I can’t believe I’m doing this. My brain tells me to slow down but my body screams fuck me right now.
He removes his fingers and I clench around the air, missing the warmth of our connection. Bringing his hand up to his mouth he licks each finger, slowly, like he’s savoring the taste of my arousal.
“You have no idea how hard I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Wait.” I stop him as his dick presses against my slit, so close to being inside me. God do I want him, but I need to stop being rash and think for a minute.
“What?” He growls the word, biting at my lip. I can taste myself on him and my pussy fucking contracts. It’s such a damn turn on.
“Condom.” I barely breathe out the word.
“Nope.”
His mouth latches onto mine. I deepen
the kiss, grinding my pussy over the head of his cock, unable to resist.
“On the pill?”
“Yes.” I hiss the word as his cock parts my entrance.
He raises his eyebrows at me. No matter how forceful or dirty he’s been all night, he still waits for my reaction. There’s something extremely hot about how confident and playful he is, yet he still respects my boundaries.
I nod, unable to even think straight anyway. Fuck it. Wild night out. Bad decisions. I never do anything like this.
That smirk returns to his face.
He shoves me down on his cock as he drives up into me with his hips.
I suck in the largest breath of my life at the sudden intrusion and bite down on his shoulder. Fuck, he’s so thick and long. I’m so turned on that my body eagerly stretches for him, taking him all the way in.
His hand presses down on my shoulder as a guttural grunt catches in his throat.
His hands find my hips and he digs his fingers into them, then looks up at me with hooded eyelids. “God, I’ve been waiting for this tight little pussy.”
I whimper into his neck as he hits me with fast and deliberate strokes. He angles his cock just right, finding all my hidden spots.
I don’t know what it is that has me insanely attracted to this man. As I ride his lap in the back of his car, I don’t have a care in the world other than getting off. My orgasm rocks into me hard. A ripple pulses through my body and I shudder.
He pulls my ear down to his mouth. “Didn’t take long for you to come all over that cock, did it?”
I shake my head. It’s all I can do as I clamp down and squeeze on him. “Fuck, West—” My voice cracks.
My pussy doesn’t want to release him, ever.
Before long I’m bouncing up and down, riding him again. I want to make him come so bad.
His hand snakes into my hair and he balls it into a fist. He’s nothing but a fury of tense muscles and hard cock. I feel him twitch inside me, and he pulls it out.
I roll off to the side, and he angles himself over. “Show it to me. Show me that pussy.”
I spread my legs without even thinking, wide open and exposed. He stares at it, stroking his cock furiously. He angles his cock down and grunts, then shoots hot come straight onto it, lashing me with every spurt.
“Fucking hell.” He groans and fucks into his fist a few more times.
Some of his warm load shoots across my ass, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.
He stills for a moment, chest heaving—and the way he looks at me. It’s like he just marked his territory. Something about it is very primal, raw—just a hundred percent male.
His breathing finally slows, and his gaze is still pinned right on me. He pulls my panties from his pocket and cleans me up with them. I sit there, letting him, mind still fuzzy from the ridiculous orgasm he gave me.
“Didn’t need these anyway.” He tosses my defiled underwear onto the floorboard.
I shake my head at him, and crawl seductively back onto his lap, straddling him on his seat.
Our foreheads touch as we both still struggle a little with our breathing.
“That was—”
“Perfect. But just a warm-up. When I get you upstairs I’m going to run you a bath and feed you strawberries.”
“Careful, you almost sound like a gentleman.”
“Then I’m going eat your pussy until you can’t see straight.”
“And, he’s back.” I grin and lean forward for a kiss.
I didn’t even notice the car had stopped moving. I look to the right and see we’re parked in front of that building where the cab dropped him last night.
As we exit the car, I feel a bit on the dirty hooker side with the remnants of his come coating my inner thighs.
The building he lives in is similar to Misty’s but quite a bit nicer.
A doorman gives us a nod, telling us to enjoy the rest of our night.
Blush creeps up my cheeks as I hope he doesn’t think I am, in fact, a dirty hooker.
In the elevator Weston pushes me up against the wall and slams his mouth down on mine.
He inserts his fingers in me, smearing his leftover come all over my pussy. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
I want to tell him the feeling is mutual but can’t seem to find my voice. I wonder if that’s what life is like for all of Weston’s women, nothing but gasps and orgasms? I can’t concentrate on much else other than what he’s doing to me right now.
Shock fills me when the elevator comes to a halt and we stop at the penthouse.
I push my curiosity down. This isn’t about getting to know him. This is about two strangers meeting a desire in one another. It’s a sexual contract. One night. No strings.
But, I can’t help but ask myself the same question over and over.
Will one night be enough?
Weston
True to my word, I take Brooke straight to my clawfoot tub and draw her a warm bath. I don’t do relationships, but it doesn’t mean I don’t take pride in the experience I provide. I want it to be memorable, and to ruin her for every other man.
“Holy crap.” Her eyes widen, taking in her reflection in the mirror as she stands at the sink.
As the tub fills, I come up behind her and squeeze her shoulders.
“I look like a dirty hooker.” She frowns, twisting her hair up on her head.
“You fuck like one too.” I grin.
“Oh my God. I feel like—”
“Not yourself?”
“It’s like a dream.”
“Most women’s dream.”
“Jesus.” She narrows her eyes at me. “You may be the cockiest bastard on the planet.”
I shrug. “You like it.”
“Not usually.”
“Really?” I slide up behind her. “I could probably get you off, just whispering dirty shit in your ear.”
Undoing the back of her dress, I slide it down her form, taking in every inch of skin. There’s three freckles shaped like a triangle on her left shoulder and I can’t resist kissing each one.
“Could not.”
Her slinky dress pools at her feet and she steps out of it. I unhook her bra and toss it on the dress.
“You keep up this attitude.” I shove her down on the counter with fingers splayed across her back. “And I’ll have to spank this tight little ass of yours.”
She gasps. “Oh my God.”
She’s even more gorgeous than I imagined.
I keep her bent over for a second, pushing down with my weight. I pull both of her wrists behind her, and pin them to her lower back. It’s testing boundaries. Always the first thing I do. I want to take her as far as she’s willing, but it’s a fine line to tow.
“Have you ever had your ass spanked, Brooke?”
“N-no.” She stutters a little, but there’s excitement in her tone.
An amateur wouldn’t pick up on these little clues, and a timid guy would shy away from what he really wants. Fortunately for her, I’m neither.
I reach up with my free hand and fist her hair. Then I lean down next to her ear as my hard cock shoves up against her bare pussy. Her eyes flutter closed, and her heartbeat speeds up on her neck. Her legs start to tremble. Fuck, she’s so turned on. I can feel her hot cunt through the fabric of my pants.
I release her hair and her head nearly bangs on the counter she’s so relaxed. My hand smacks against her pussy and I squeeze.
Her whole body tenses, and she jolts back to reality.
“Tonight, this is mine. Understood?”
“Yes.” She nods her head.
I can’t help myself and swirl the tips of two fingers around her swollen clit. Her ass instinctively shoves back against my fingers. I don’t have to be knuckle-deep to know she’s clenching around nothing. That’ll change. But the build up to this next orgasm is going to be epic and it’s going to happen with my cock shoved balls-deep.
“You don’t co
me until I give you permission, understood?”
Her ass bucks against my hand, her slick pussy needy for attention. She’s on the edge already, and I’m going to tease that shit as long as possible.
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
Her body constricts again at the sound of my words.
“Let’s go.”
I hold her hand and lead her over to the bath. She glares at me, wanting to come already as she eases into the tub.
Giving her a moment, I walk to the kitchen to retrieve the fruit I promised to feed her.
When I walk back in and pull up a seat, she’s humming to herself with her eyes closed. She hasn’t noticed my return. Either that or she’s ignoring me.
I take the moment to drink her in as she relaxes. The thought hits me that she looks a little too damn good all naked and soaped up in it. Part of me wants to join her, but that would be too intimate. I have limits. That would be a couple thing to do, and I’m not about to give her any wild ideas.
Plucking a strawberry from the bowl, I rub it over her lips. Brooke’s eyes pop open as she accepts it. Her tongue touches my fingers and I can’t help but think about her sucking me off.
I want her in every way possible, but I don’t know that one night will be enough to do everything I want to her. I want her against the wall. In my bed. From behind. Bent over the couch. I want her to sit on my face. I want her to ride me. I want to stare deep into her eyes as we come at the same time. The last sudden and unexpected thought gives me pause. My hand freezes mid-air as I am about to give her another strawberry.
“Everything okay?”
I blink. “Yeah. Spaced out for a minute. Too much champagne.”
“I know that feeling.” She grins then splashes me with the water, soaking me.
I want to be mad but when she looks at me with that playful grin on her face I can’t resist.
I shrug my shirt over the back of my head, exposing my tattooed chest. Her heated gaze rakes over my pecs as I drop my pants.
“Commando, huh?”
“Is there any other way?” I climb in the tub behind her as she scoots forward to let me in.