If he was hot all dressed up earlier with the whole nine yards in the tux, partially undressed and rumpled was to die for. She was surprised she didn’t combust on the spot, honestly.
She stepped back to allow him in and closed the door behind him. Her nerves were back in full force as she waited to see what he would do. She didn’t have to wait long because he took several long strides, making her back up until her back hit the cool door. She licked her lips and her mouth opened slightly as she watched his eyes leave her face and drag down her body.
His gaze was like a caress, and she felt it everywhere. He leaned down and kissed her. This kiss wasn’t hesitant; this kiss was brutal. He was here to take her, and she liked it. He pressed her mouth open, slipping his tongue inside to twirl against her own.
She felt his hands on her sides, grasping her ass, before she felt cool air on her legs. She realized he was dragging her dress up her legs slowly. Once her dress was around her hips, he grasped her skirt in one hand while the other snaked between her legs, teasing the damp material covering her wet heat.
She drew in a shaky breath when he pulled back and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. The hand between her legs was lightly rubbing along the outside, not touching anything, but it was enough of a tease for her to spread her legs wider, allowing him better access.
He reached the top of her cleavage and pulled his hand from between her legs to reach for the hidden zipper in the dress’s side, slowly dragging it down. He released her skirt; it tumbled down her body along with the rest of the dress. She was never more grateful for a strapless dress with a built-in bra as she was right then.
As her dressed fell to the floor, she was left standing in her white lacy underwear. She was eternally grateful she’d decided on a pretty pair this morning and not a plain cotton pair. Though, judging by the heat in Scott’s eyes, it might not have mattered if she’d worn them. It looked like it still would devour her.
He reached out to palm her breasts, running his fingers all over them, avoiding her nipples, which were already hard pebbles and begging for attention. Finally, just when she thought he would avoid them totally, he pinched her nipples between his fingers, sending first pain, then pleasure through her.
He pressed his lips to hers once more while his fingers played with her nipples, flicking, pinching, whatever he was doing was perfect. He then ran a hand down her front to slip back between her legs.
He was sending amazing feelings throughout her body. It was then she realized that she was being a fairly passive participant. With that thought, she brought her hands up to the buttons on his shirt and made quick work of unbuttoning them and pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Unfortunately, he had to remove his hands from her body to shrug out, but they were right back to what they were doing before.
She then went to work on his pants, but grew confused when she couldn’t find a button. She pulled away from his kiss and looked down, squinting at his fly.
“What the fuck?” she muttered.
He chuckled and stepped back. “It’s not a button. It’s a weird clasp. Let me handle it.”
She held her breath as he undid the clasp and pushed his pants and underwear down his legs, leaving him fully naked in front of her. Jesus Christ. He was perfect. There was no way he wasn’t the perfect man with the way he looked.
Her eyes zeroed in on his erection, which was bobbing in front of him.
“Are you going to do something about it or just stare?” he asked.
She looked at his face and caught the smirk there. She narrowed her eyes. She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, so she stepped forward and dropped to her knees. Instead of going for his shaft, she instead went for his balls, rolling them between her fingers. She heard him groan and looked up to see his eyes pinned on her and what she was doing.
While maintaining eye contact, she ran the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she reached the tip, licking the pre-cum leaking from the tip. He was breathing harshly, and she took pleasure in knowing she was driving him insane. That smirk was gone too.
She sucked his tip into her mouth, lightly swirling her tongue around it. She knew she was teasing, but she didn’t care. She was drunk on power at this point.
It seemed he did care, though, as he pulled her from him and brought her back to standing. Grasping her by the upper arm, he turned them around and walked them toward the bed. When her legs hit the edge, she sat automatically and looked up at him.
“You want to tease?” he asked, grinning at her.
He pushed on her shoulder, getting her to lay back. She was now staring at the ceiling, wondering what was about to happen. She had an idea, but wasn’t positive. She felt his hands on her hips, grasping the sides of her underwear, dragging them down her body.
He then pressed her legs open and draped them over his shoulders. A tremor worked through her body as she felt his breath fan across her center, which was open for him to see. She tensed in anticipation of the touch she assumed was coming. But it never did.
Instead, he lightly brushed his fingers against the sensitive skin of her inner-thighs, making her squirm. He pressed light kisses in the wake of his fingers, further teasing her and making her wish he would just touch her already.
She was panting in anticipation, longing to feel him. He continued to tease her for an undetermined amount of time, always avoiding the place she wanted to be touched the most, only blowing across it gently every so often.
She was a quivering mess of nerves, so when he finally touched her, she was surprised she didn’t orgasm right then. Her back arched off the bed when his mouth closed over her clit, pleasure coursing through every part of her body.
He pressed one finger, then two inside of her, slowly working them in and out. It didn’t take much more for her to soar into the stratosphere as her orgasm overtook her. She was still shaking a few moments later, feeling aftershocks.
She tilted her head so she could meet Scott’s smug gaze from where he was standing over her. He then turned and walked away. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him walk to where his pants were and crouch down.
A few seconds later, he was standing again, walking toward her while opening a condom packet. She liked that he was prepared. By the time he was standing over her again. “Up,” he said, motioning for her to stand.
She did, and he turned her around, lightly slapping her ass. “All fours on the bed.”
She gulped as she did as he said. Her previous boyfriend hadn’t been into anything that wasn’t missionary or cowgirl, so this was a new position for her and she felt vulnerable spread out on the bed for him to see all of her.
She felt the bed dip and shake as he moved behind her. He touched her back, and she jumped. “Relax…” he said, running a hand up and down her back. She tried to do as he asked, but she found she couldn’t as she didn’t quite know what this would be like.
He reached between them and probed her folds once more. He withdrew his hands and placed his tip at her entrance. Her breathing hitched as he slowly pressed in, just barely stretching her. That little tease was enough for her to know she was ready for him to get on with it.
Whatever nerves she was feeling earlier disappeared as he slowly pushed in, stretching her until she felt incredibly full. He paused when he was in all the way, breathing harshly above her. She wasn’t much better. She was quivering and panting, waiting for him to move.
He reached forward and grasped her blonde hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fist and forcing her head back. And then he moved. He slowly pulled out and pushed in, allowing her to feel every inch of him as he slowly fucked her.
Her breathing sped up and her heart was beating wildly. He was grunting each time their skin slapped together. He wasn’t doing much, but the noises he was making along with the feeling of him inside her were pushing her to the edge quickly.
He slapped her ass, making her clench around him and them both groan.
“You like that?”
She nodded her head, and he did it again, only to the other side. They both groaned again. The slaps, his dick, everything combined a few moments later for a toe-curling orgasm. Her eyes closed, and she quietly gasped as pleasure coursed through her entire body.
Scott continued to move, stilling a few thrusts later and groaning low in his throat. She sagged onto the bed, her arms giving out on her. She turned her head to the side and felt him pull out of her.
He got off the bed and padded into the bathroom. She used what little energy she had left to crawl to the top of the bed and push the covers down, sliding in between them. She didn’t much care what Scott did. He could stay or not—though she hoped he stayed—because she felt absolutely spent.
The bed shook a few moments later and Scott slid into the other side. “Is this okay?” he asked.
She nodded her head and moved over to snuggle with him, pleased that he came back. Maybe they could have a repeat the next morning.
Ten
Bethany
The next morning, Bethany awoke deliciously sore. Muscles she hadn’t known existed were sore, and she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Memories of the night before flooded her mind, and she felt around for Scott, interested in a repeat.
Not finding anyone in bed with her, her eyes popped open, and she looked around. She didn’t see him, so she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest as she looked around the room. His clothing from the night before was gone, as was he.
She looked around the bed to see if maybe he left a note, but found nothing. She chewed on her bottom lip as she considered the situation. Jessica had warned her the night before and she’d waved her off, saying she would be okay with one night of fun.
But faced with the aftermath of that one night and the realization she was alone was enough to make her realize that she wasn’t okay with it. She was hurt, though she knew it was crazy to feel that way. They had a night of fun and she was a consenting adult, so she needed to buck up. But that was easier said than done.
She sighed and got out of bed, deciding a shower was in order, especially since she hadn’t washed her hair of all the hairspray that helped it hold the waves it was sporting the day before. It felt crunchy, and she didn’t like it.
Once in the bathroom, she turned the water on and stepped under, shivering under the still cold spray. It warmed quickly, and she sighed. The warm water felt wonderful on her tired and sore muscles. She stood there for several minutes, enjoying it before getting to work on her hair.
With long, thick hair, it was a task to wash her hair on the best of days. When she added in the copious amounts of hairspray the stylist put on it the day before, she felt like the task was impossible. It took longer than normal, and she was eventually out of the shower. She slid into the plush hotel-provided white terrycloth robe and wrapped her hair in a white towel.
She sighed as she stepped out of the humid bathroom and into the coolness of her room. She suppressed a scream when she walked out and saw Scott stretched out on the bed watching TV.
“What are you doing in here?!” She clutched at the neck of her robe and tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. What the heck?
He looked at her and arched a brow. “I left briefly to go to my room to change. I didn’t want to do the walk of shame in my tux where everyone could see me.”
She pursed her lips. “And you couldn’t leave a note or something?”
He shrugged. “You were out. I thought I’d be back before you woke.”
“Really?” she scoffed. “That’s a flimsy excuse. And it doesn’t explain how you got back in here.”
“I took your extra key card.” He grabbed it from beside him on the bedside table and tossed it on the bed.
She shifted her weight to her left foot as she considered him. It bothered her that he didn’t leave a note, but that was minor on the scale of things. Realizing that, she decided to let it drop. What mattered was that he came back.
She padded over to the bed and grabbed the keycard, setting it on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. He had it turned to some sports show that was covering spring training for baseball, something she didn’t know much about.
What she knew though was that watching those men in those tight-fitting pants was nice. She kept her eyes glued on the TV while she unwound the towel from her hair and rubbed it across her head slowly, trying to get the excess water out. She paused right before getting up, greedily looking at all the men.
She mentally shook herself and stood, walking back into the bathroom to hang the towel and grab her brush. She walked back into the room and slowly worked on getting the tangles out, all while staring at the screen.
“See something you like?” Scott asked, breaking her from her trance.
She snapped her head around to look at him and met his smirking face. She cleared her throat and turned from the TV. “Sorry, I’ve never watched much baseball.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I can tell. You’re staring hard enough I’m worried you’ll make the TV catch fire.”
Her face heated, and she looked at him sheepishly. “I guess I’m not used to men in hot pants.”
“I used to play baseball,” he said nonchalantly, rolling to look at her.
“You did?” Visions of him in tight-fitting pants danced through her head. She’d love to see him model those pants sometime.
“Yeah. Centerfield. I played some in college too.”
She sighed. He was too perfect for words it seemed. Which is why she couldn’t stop herself from blurting the next words out. “Was last night a one-time thing?”
Silence met her question, and she grew uncomfortable as she waited for his answer. He didn’t show any reaction to her question. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. The longer she waited for him to say something, the longer she worried that she would get a negative answer from him.
He eventually sighed and said, “I like you. I’m a little surprised to hear myself say that, but I do. You’re funny, caring, and a whole host of other things. I would like for it to not be a one off.”
She sighed as he said that. The knot in her chest loosened slightly.
“I want us to take it slow though.”
She tilted her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
He beckoned her over to the bed, and she came, settling down next to him. “Am I right in assuming Jessica told you a little about me?”
She nodded, and he continued. “Jason said Jessica was worried that you wouldn’t handle a one-night stand well, and that Jessica told you I used to be engaged.”
At her answering nod, he said, “What she didn’t tell you is why we broke up.”
He paused, and she anxiously awaited what the reason was. She was imagining all sorts of things like them falling out of love, her dying. She wanted him to just spit out.
“She left me because she met someone else.”
“Oh.” She couldn’t imagine that happening to someone like Scott. “How did she meet him?”
Scott laughed. “It’s not he; it’s she.”
Bethany’s eyes widened in surprise. “She?”
He nodded. “Yes. Apparently she was bisexual and didn’t tell me when we were in college. She said she was in her boy phase and had been for a while. But when she met Nancy, she knew that she was the one.”
“So they’re…” she trailed off, hoping he’d fill in the blanks.
“Married. Expecting their first child.”
Bethany winced. It had to be hard to know that the woman you loved left you for someone else and was getting their happily ever after while you were left behind.
“It was a shock, I take it.”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I didn’t understand at first. Then once I finally came to terms with it, I decided I wasn’t going to do anything like that again. I refused. And I’ve held on to that conviction. Until you.”
She pointed to herself. “Me?”
> “Yes, you. I don’t know what it was, but as soon as I saw you, you were different.”
“Probably because I had something on my dress,” she muttered to herself.
He shook his head. “No, that’s not it and you know it. You weren’t like the other women immediately fawning over me and Jason. You stood back and watched, waited. And when I was rude to you, you didn’t even react. That’s what stands out in my mind. You’re different and I like that.”
Hope was blossoming in her chest at his words. Everything he was saying is what she realized she wanted while showering. Last night was amazing, but she definitely wanted more out of him. But she needed him to say it, to commit.
“So what are you saying?”
“I want to date you. See where this goes. Nothing labeled or fancy or anything. I want to casually see what develops.”
Bethany nodded. She could do casual. The only problem was…. “Wait. Where do you live?”
“Chapel Hill.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. She did too, which made it odd that she hadn’t seen him before. “What do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer and I teach classes at Carolina.”
For whatever reason, she hadn’t expected that. Yes, he was in a suit when they met—and looked hot while in it—but she hadn’t considered the reason behind why he was in the suit.
“You?” he asked.
“Teacher.”
She laughed. She didn’t know why, but it struck her as hilarious that here they were, getting to know each other, but they’d already had sex. It seemed backward.
“What’s so funny?”
So she told him, making him laugh with her. She settled down next to him and spent the next few hours getting to know him. She couldn’t help the feeling of joy that spread through her as she considered the future that was coming with Scott in it. She knew it was crazy, but that didn’t matter to her.
She knew Scott was it for her.
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