Kendra and Scott (One Night Stand (Interracial Erotica))

by Charisma Cole

  “Don’t we have to tell them something?” Kendra asked curiously. “Get some sort of clearance.”

  “Nope,” Scott said clippedly, still leading her into unchartered territory.

  She put up a little resistance when they turned onto the back hall. When she saw the back entrance to the ally, her curiosity was quickly replaced by worry. She was all about spontaneity, but she wasn’t adventurous enough to hook up in some dank alleyway.

  But he pulled her past it, to two silver doors that slid open as soon as he punched a button on a column.

  “What?” she asked, confused and intrigued as she gazed into the empty elevator car. “Are we allowed to do this?”

  “We should be,” he answered without missing a beat. “I own the place.”

  ***

  When he broke the embrace Kendra was flooded by conflicting emotions. Sadness, because the nearness of him made her tingle from head to toe. Relief, because the space gave her time to clear her head and not do something whack like a jig.

  She smoothed the front of her dress and followed him to a bar area tucked near the kitchen.

  "Can I get you anything to drink?"

  "No that's alright," she said, biting her lips. She'd had enough and didn’t want anything else to cloud this experience.

  A smile played at the corner of his eyes and Kendra blushed, wondering if he was in her head again.

  He crossed his arms and cocked his head toward the kitchenette. "I’d offer you something to eat, but I can’t cook worth a shit and I barely use this space." He opened the fridge, surveying the contents. "I've got eggs. And champagne."

  "Maybe later. When we have something to celebrate." She smiled to herself at her bold statement. Good, she was finally relaxing instead of acting like some love struck teenager. But just as Scott turned to face her with delight coloring his ice blue eyes and she felt her heart flutter in her chest.

  “You’re gonna get me into trouble, aren’t you?” His voice was hard and Kendra’s mind immediately went there, wondering how hard he was beneath his pants. She wanted to see the rainbow of veins just beneath his bulging skin.

  “Absolutely!” Kendra covered her mouth. She'd said it aloud. There was no escaping it now. As he strode to her, she began rambling. "I uh, went, uh, I mean…"

  His voice was like molten lava, setting her on fire as his eyes consumed her. “I think I know exactly what you mean.”

  Kendra wanted to draw him in closer, but still floundered, still a bundle of self-consciousness and doubt. But he didn’t have a lick of it, sauntering toward her. He didn't stop until he was squarely in her personal space. Human nature told her to compensate by going two steps back, but she didn’t move an inch. She didn’t listen to the caution festering in the back of her head that told her that once she gave him her body, she knew he'd have her heart. She just tilted her chin upward, locking her eyes on his.

  “Don’t break my heart, Scott,” she whispered her tone as fervent as if she was praying. “I don’t think I could stand it.

  “Never.” His fingertips traced her jawline, the gentle brush of his touch sending screeches of desire over and through her.

  "You don't know how many times i dreamed about this, Kendra," His voice was a low and sultry, sinking into her like caramel. “You just don’t know.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment and let his words wash over before saying the ones that betrayed her. "Probably as many times as me." She swallowed and finished, putting the emotions coursing through her to words. “Kiss me, Scott.”

  As soon as the last word fell from her lips, he picked her up in a whirlwind of lust, everything spinning until they slammed to a stop. She was sandwiched between the stiffness of the wall and the chiseled perfection of his golden chest. He had her pinned and completely at his mercy. She felt the heat of his desire pressed against her, his erection zeroing in on the cotton seat of her panties.

  Kendra wrapped her legs around his waist and then her arms, tightening her grip so every muscle in her body ached. A moan escaped from her parted lips and Scott’s eyes were hot on her, like she was some priceless artifact he’d acquired. When he looked at her she knew he really thought she was beautiful. That they weren’t just words to get her into bed.

  He moved in with a ferocity that made Kendra's pussy clench. His mouth was warm and wild as he devoured hers, moaning and grinding into her. She clawed at him like some wild thing in heat, rational thought or conversation impossible. The only language they had was that of their bodies.

  She danced her tongue between his lips, finding his and swirling around it in a frenzy. All those years, all the regret melted away as she cried out into him. Yes...yes! More. She didn’t know it was possible for a kiss to gut her, to send her rocketing to climax, but the probe of his tongue, the feel of his hands. She didn’t want him to stop.

  But he had something else in mind.

  He pulled away and Kendra found her footing, just barely, her legs quaking like Jello as she stood upright. “W-what are we-”

  He gripped her hand and led her to his platform bed. She quickly moved to remove her dress, but he stopped her.

  "Let me," he said softly. "I've been undressing you with my eyes for a long time." His fingertips traced her bare arms. “I can’t wait to do it with these two hands.”

  He gestured her to sit on the edge of her bed which was a hearty task because her heart was thumping in her chest, making her jittery. She could barely sit still. She knew her pussy was soaking wet, starving for him to plunge inside.

  "Relax," he urged. It was easier said than done when he lowered his muscular frame between her legs. He was on his knees, her pussy beneath a sheer barrier, calling to him. But it was gonna have to wait, because his thick fingers fell to her feet. He unhooked her sandals, nice and slow, the leather material sizzling as it moved across her flesh. The second was next. He took both her feet in his hand, holding them in the palm of his hands. His gentle hold was intermixed with slow rotations as he rotated her ankle clockwise then counterclockwise. He did the same to the toes. One by one before repeating it on the next. After all the dancing, his massage was wringing out all her irritation.

  She let out a chuckle of surprise when she heard a wet squirt followed by the cool lick of lotion. He held one foot in both hands, walking his hands back and forth over the soles of Kendra’s feet, pushing deep and hitting all her pressure points.

  “God that feels good,” Kendra whispered. Her body was putty in his hands at the combination of pressure and gentleness.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Once he’d massaged the lotion into her skin, he continued to blaze a trail up her calf, this time, using his lips instead of his hands. They were just flutters of kisses, but they stroked the flames of want deep in Kendra, making her squirm and bite down on her lip to keep from begging him to taste to her. To lick her.

  She was propped on her elbows, watching him creep up between the apex of her thighs. The slip of pink of her cotton underwear was as bright as her need for him. His eyes glittered as he took in her crotch. She should have been aware of the fact that she was pretty sure the seat of her crotch was sopping wet, but no, she didn’t feel nervous. She felt invigorated as he plucked the strings of her body like an instrument.

  He took one of his fingers and began to drawing it up and down her heat. The digit played at her slit, dipping in just so before pulling out.

  Kendra dropped her hands to her panties, wanting to shed them, wanting nothing between his touch and her sex, but he let out an infuriating chuckle. He gripped her hands and firmly removed them from her intimate fabric. "All in good time, love."

  "I just want your mouth there.” Kendra said impatiently. He wasn’t allowed to be so close, to do what he did to her and deny her everything. Especially that beautiful mouth. “Don't you want to taste me?"

  "More than anything," he replied, back to stroking her, turning her clit into a swollen bundle of nerves. "But first, I gotta know--how does it
feel?"

  She had to arch her neck, her retort dulled as she felt cool air prickle against her bare snatch. Her underwear remained, but he was going for the prize and Kendra didn't want to say a damn thing that might jeopardize what she knew was coming.

  His finger plunged between her quivering folds and she let her moan be her response. She let the way she ground her hips, taking him deeper into her velvet depths answer every question he had. She wanted him—as a woman, as a lover. She needed him.

  But it wasn't enough. His eyes narrowed into powder blue slits. His words were taut with sex. "How does it feel?"

  "Good." If she had the ability to do anything besides hump his finger, she'd laugh at her reply, because good didn't begin to do it justice. No word could. With Scott's finger knuckle deep inside her, no adjective would describe how he made her feel. It was more than the fact that his digit moved with a mind of its own, finding every nook of pleasure Kendra had. It was more than the fact that horniness lit up his handsome face like the Fourth of July. It was even bigger than the fact that she hadn't taken a lover in the months after her engagement came to a devastating conclusion. It was in the way he looked at her, simultaneously remembering the sparks they'd had back then and completely erasing it for something new. Something special. He made her feel like she was seventeen again, the world her oyster and like so much woman that it made her insides clench with a resounding yes.

  He turned his fingers into a V and began to pump her in rhythm with stroking her clit, and finally gave her his tongue. It was as adept on her pussy as it had been on her mouth. His tongue ducked and swirled, magnifying the smacks she made because she was soaked to the bone. Her fingers found his hair and she locked onto it like reins, pulling him in as his tongue became a wet pink instrument of pleasure.

  Her orgasm came spilling from deep inside her. Milky tides began to seep out as she clasped onto his finger, holding steady to it as she cried out over and over again.

  She sunk back into the sheets, her chest heaving up and down, catching her breath a feat even after he ejected from her. She peaked her head up and saw him removing his shirt in a frenzy. It just set her off again, seeing the cool picture of calm fade, replaced with ravenous want. A want she mirrored.

  When he returned to the bed, she was up and out of her panties and was relieved when he didn’t protest, probably because he was just as naked now after shedding his button down shirt and jeans. As much as foreplay got her engine going, it didn’t begin to compare to the real thing. And when she saw him, in all his naked glory looking like something out of an action movie, she instantly assumed the position, spreading her legs wide. His cock stood out at least seven inches, steering toward her core like a heat seeking missile. There was no fanfare or sweet anything as he drove inside her, splitting her legs and parting her velvet folds like the red sea. His bulge blazed into her warmth, balls deep before retracting only to plunge back in. Their mouths found one another and they screamed moaned everything they never said. They were bucking and thrusting and clawing like two kids in the backseat of a car with curfew looming. When his pumps became harder until he was jackhammering her, she knew he was close. She almost regret that she couldn’t feel his warm sperm shooting deep inside her. When he said her name, he sent her hurtling over the brink of another orgasm, clasping and digging her nails into his muscular back.

  He pulled out from her and padded to the bathroom. She tried to not think about the fact that she was so debilitated by pleasure that movement wasn’t an option and by the fact that he hopped up and cleaned up with an ease that meant she obviously wasn’t the first woman to receive the VIP treatment.

  Stop it, she ordered silently. No strings, remember?

  But when he breezed back into the room, glistening in the dim light like some muscled hero straight out of her dreams, she knew she was in trouble.

  She tore her gaze away, moving quickly to gather her clothes. If she got out of there before he saw her eyes...

  "What's the rush?" he asked behind her, opening and closing cabinets.

  His words planted her firmly in place.

  She swallowed hard, turning her features to stone before she looked at him. "We don’t have to make this more complicated than it has to be."

  The silence stretched on forever. It would serve her right. She hadn’t been brave enough to act on her attraction then. Maybe one night was her penance. Exactly what she deserved.

  "Cold as ice," he said finally, walking over to where she stood. "That was more Cassie McKinley's style." The eyes were the same that she’d lusted for during homeroom. They sparkled with a subtle playfulness. But the confidence was new and it was sexy as hell.

  "You know what they say about bad habits," Kendra quipped, smiling in spite of herself. The smile spread across her body as he moved back to stand squarely in front of her. He stroked her cheek, closing his eyes like he wanted to tattoo the feel of her in his fingertips.

  "What are we doing?" Kendra asked hoarsely, leaning into his caress.

  He moved in too, his lips brushing against her. He was gonna be trouble, and she didn’t give a damn.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, wet and ready for round two as he gave her the answer she wanted.

  "Making up for lost time."

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  About the Author

  Charisma Cole is a reader, a writer, and a devourer of Lifetime movies. Connect with her online at charismacoleerotica@gmail.com.