by Emma Roberts
“Just as a bit of reassurance, my alcohol tolerance is rather high. Driving to your place shouldn’t be an issue. We can get a cab if you’d rather—” he began as he opened his door and slid into the driver’s seat.
“Oh, no! It’s fine. I trust you,” I assured him, though I couldn’t really assess how true that statement was. I trusted him to get me home in one piece at least… especially considering what he was driving. The car itself probably had a heftier price than my entire net worth, and I was sure that the handsome stranger wouldn’t be driving if there was any chance we could get hurt — let alone his fancy car.
He seemed satisfied with my assurance, shifting into gear and pulling out of the parking lot. I sat awkwardly in the passenger seat for a moment, not sure how to play it smooth. Drawing my lip between my teeth, my hand tensed at my side as I realized how easily I could embarrass myself.
“Is something bothering you, sweetheart?”
My heart felt as if it stopped for a solid beat, and I struggled to come up with an appropriate response. Deciding to take a bold approach that was truly at odds with my nature, I offered him a coy smile.
“It’s just… I’m already so hot and wet for you,” I purred, the words sounding a bit awkward and foreign on my tongue. I could only pray they had come out as smoothly as I hoped. His cheeks flushed slightly, and I felt the warmth of satisfaction settling in my gut. Pressing my luck a bit, I continued, “I don’t know if I can wait until we get to my apartment. It’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself.” I spoke sensually, feeling more confidence than I’d ever felt before.
“Well, don’t restrain yourself on my account,” he replied in short order, laughing a bit breathlessly. My eyes widened, but I tried to keep it subtle, not having expected that sort of a response. I should have known he would call my bluff — not that it was entirely a lie. My pussy was throbbing at the idea of his thick cock working between my velvety folds, making my cunt his own personal territory. The mere thought was enough to launch me into action, although I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing.
Sliding my hand along the length of his thigh, the only part I could reach of him from my seat, I smirked as he inhaled a quaking breath. I slipped my hand higher, dangerously close to the crotch of his jeans, before sliding back down, my nails digging into the fabric of his pants. His expression was schooled into careful neutrality, but the way he worried his lip between his teeth told me all I needed to know about his feelings on the sensation. I hesitated for a moment, taking a calming breath before unfastening my seatbelt. He watched me from the corner of his eye, looking almost alarmed as I leaned across the center console.
“Well, if you insist on being so accommodating,” I said, my voice hushed as my hand settled firmly between his thighs. I could feel the car accelerating as I fiddled with his zipper, popping his button open. I half expected him to stop me, idly considering how easy it would be for us to careen off the road and flip into a ditch. Somehow, the danger of the situation only served to arouse me further. He seemed to be having much the same feelings, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel as he parted his legs a bit. Smirking at the none-too-subtle indication, I slid his zipper down and slipped my hand into his tight pants.
“Fuck,” he gasped breathily, his voice strained as he quite obviously struggled to keep his eyes on the road. I licked my lips, reaching into his boxer briefs and pulling his length through the slight gap in his pants. He was bigger than I could have even imagined, and I was only getting a good look at about half of his length. I couldn’t see the entirety of his throbbing cock from my position in the passenger seat, but I knew there would be plenty of time for that. In the meantime, I was going to milk the situation for all it was worth — or more appropriately, milk the man in the driver’s seat.
Wrapping my hand around him, I gave him an experimental squeeze. I could feel the blood pulsing in his cock, and when I glanced up at his expression, it was clear he was just short of losing it. Slowly working my hand up and down, I moaned like a fucking bitch in heat as I pleasured him, the space between my own thighs growing hotter with each passing moment.
“I want you to fuck me so hard, baby,” I gasped, working my hand a bit more quickly. His hips jerked slightly, and the car swerved a bit as I ghosted the pad of my thumb over the tip of his cock. Suddenly, his arm lashed out to push me back into my seat as the car came to a sudden stop. Yanked from my reverie, I realized we had somehow made it to the parking lot of my apartment. We were both gasping for air, and his erection told me everything I needed to know about the effect the ride had had on him. Before I could draw away altogether, he gripped the collar of my shirt and forced me to look him in the eye.
“Your apartment. Now, sweetheart.”
His tone offered no room for argument.
Not that I was complaining.
CHAPTER SIX
David
My command had been a simple one, but she seemed vaguely hesitant. She looked deep into my eyes, as if searching for something, though I couldn’t quite define what. Her own eyes were swimming with arousal, and it was all I could do to resist pinning her against the car and taking her right then — not that I thought she would complain if I did. There was something else in her expression: a sense of wonder that I doubted she would be able to explain if I asked. She was a mix of primed and ready-to-go, as well as vague hints of innocence.
In a word, she was perfect.
“Your apartment,” I repeated, releasing my hold on her and taking a step back. Her expression shifted from vaguely timid to determined as she gripped me by the wrist and pulled me along behind her. We didn’t really speak, but I preferred it that way in most situations. We didn’t need to exchange words to know what we wanted from each other. The heated flush of her skin on mine as she drew me into her apartment told me all I needed to know about how badly she wanted me.
The apartment was smaller than I was used to, not that I often put much thought into where I’d be spending my night. There was a cozy and almost familiar sensation to walking into the bedroom, where her blanket lay askew as if she’d just risen out of bed. Her cheeks were red, and she was hesitant to meet my gaze. I gripped her by the chin, forcing her to look at me.
“I wasn’t really expecting guests,” she apologized weakly, and I swear my heart almost flip-flopped at the absurdity of it. This beautiful young woman was self-conscious because her apartment looked vaguely lived in?
“I actually rather like it. Better than some of the more… sterile environments I’ve been in,” I said with a coy smile. She chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear and glancing at the bed. Wordlessly, she pulled me to her, bringing her lips to my strong jawline, where she then pressed eager kiss after kiss. I couldn’t contain the rumble of pleasure that escaped the depths of my chest, giving her a gentle shove until her ass hit the sheets of her bed. She looked up at me with an almost innocent expression, her lip drawn between her teeth as she stared at me through captivatingly wide eyes.
“I do live to please,” she said breathlessly, lowering her eyes to the crux of my thighs. I was all too aware that my cock continued to strain against the fabric of my slacks, but I pointedly ignored my own arousal to slip off my jacket. She seemed fixated by my every move, too nervous to reach out and touch me. It was almost like she thought I would disappear if she got too close. I watched her for a moment longer before taking her firmly by the hand and pressing her palm to my aching bulge. She gasped, a small and soft sound, but didn’t seem upset by the action.
“Then… please away, dear woman.”
Her hand tightened on my pulsing erection, and the sensation of being trapped in my clothes was almost painful. I fought to keep a straight face, unwavering even as she popped the button on my pants and slid the zipper down slowly. She licked her lips sensually, and it struck me all at once that she had no idea how goddamn sexy she was. I determined in that moment that I was going to make her feel like a goddess, even if it was just
for a night.
Looking up at me as if for permission, she slid her hand into my boxers and gripped me firmly. I shivered at the feeling of her warm skin against my own, the pulse of my own cock feeling all the more undeniable against her palm. I grunted under my breath, nodding encouragingly and shifting my boxers lower on my hips. I expected her to at least give me a moment to properly disrobe, but before I got the chance, she swept me forward.
Moist heat enveloped me, and I nearly doubled over as I saw her nose brushing the downy hairs above my prick. It was a lewd sight that I had not expected when I’d come home with the woman, at least, not so soon. Giving in to the feeling, I moaned as I tangled my hands in her hair, slowly rocking my hips back and forth in time with her greedy, sucking motions. She looked almost serene, as if this were where she belonged — with a strange man’s cock in her mouth. With my cock in her mouth.
“God, I’m gonna blow my wad if you don’t slow it down, babe,” I said huskily, pushing her back and crouching down to get on her level. Her lipstick was smudged; her makeup was a wreck in general. The sight sent a jolt straight to the head of my cock. I wanted nothing more than to paint her insides white, smashing our lips together as I reached around to find the zipper of her dress.
“Sorry. It’s been a while,” she gasped out. As if she had anything in the world to be sincerely sorry for. I simply nodded, tugging her to her feet and allowing her dress to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of her dress, and I was pleased to see that it wasn’t just her face that flushed a pretty shade of pink. Her chest heaved with every gasp she inhaled, and with little further preamble, I shoved her back onto the bed. She landed with a squeak, and I draped myself across her with a small smile.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? I bet you have the prettiest little pussy, too.”
My hands worked the clasp on her bra, and it fell away with practiced ease. I nearly salivated at the sight of her perfect tits, just aching for an expert’s touch. I scarcely hesitated, lowering my head to one breast and swiping the broad plane of my tongue across one of her straining little peaks. She shivered beneath my tongue, and I could feel her thighs rubbing together as her arousal grew — desperate for some kind of friction. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suckled greedily while steadily tweaking the other to a stiffness that must have been almost painful.
“Please… please, fuck me. I want you so much,” she whispered, arching into my touch and pressing a hand to the back of my head. I ignored her request — for the time being at least — but decided on a compromise, slipping my free hand between her thighs. A keening wail escaped her lips as I pushed her panties aside and circled her dripping entrance. Her clit was aching for attention, if the way it peeked out of its hood was any indication, and I was swift to brush my thumb over the little nub to soothe her agony a little.
“And rush this chance encounter? Perish the thought.”
Pressing my lips to her pulse point, I brushed my index finger through her soft, soaked, and silky folds. It was obvious how badly she wanted me, and to an extent, I was almost flattered. Sure, women tended to throw themselves at my feet, but something about this woman was different. She fascinated me in a way that none of my other fucks had. She bucked her hips, whining softly as she tensed her hands on my shoulders.
Teasing her a bit, I kissed my way down her stomach, stopping just above her smooth and bare cunt, where my fingers continued to tease her. Her toes were curling every so often, a clear sign that she was fighting the desire to cum then and there. I wasn’t sure what had her holding back, but I focused my attention on her clit, rolling it between my fingers as I listened to her desperate gasps and squeals.
“Hah… inside… please! Please, I want you inside,” she cried out, edging away from me when it seemed to become too much to bear. Her eyes were watery and her breathing was ragged, but I was quite sure I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I tilted my head at her, considering her words.
“So, you’re saying you want to be properly fucked? None of this foreplay stuff?” I teased, shifting between her thighs. She spread them readily, and her cunt glistened in the low light of her bedroom. God, it was all I could do not to bury my face between her thighs and have the feast of my life.
“Foreplay has a place,” she murmured quietly, hooking a leg around my hip and drawing me closer. “Right now, I’ve had enough of it. Fuck me, and fuck me hard. Until I’m screaming for mercy,” she purred, her body tensing as I obligingly pressed the head of my cock to her sopping wet hole. “Fuck me!” she shouted, pulling me in with her legs until I was buried balls deep inside of her. Her expression was one of bliss, and I’m sure mine was much the same as I felt her insides flexing around my hot and stiff rod. As ridiculous as it may have sounded, it felt almost like a perfect fit — her inner muscles squeezed rhythmically in just the right places, and as I slowly began to set the pace, I could tell I was going to receive a hell of a milking.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tight. I’m already so close,” I gritted out. I wasn’t usually one to admit my weaknesses, but I was unable to keep my mouth shut as I began to pound her in earnest. Her bed bounced beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust inside of her wet and hot cunt. She threw her head back in ecstasy, dragging her nails down my back in a way that I was sure would leave marks. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent before sinking my teeth into her. She yowled, and we moved together like two beasts unleashed. I’d never felt such a primal need, but as she tugged my hair and clawed up every bit of my bare skin she could reach, I felt like some kind of animal.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” she gasped out, wrapping her legs around me in a vice tight grip and pulling me into her depths, where I felt my own resolve fade.
“Me too, baby. Fuck,” I gasped, shifting to hit her at just the right angle that would make her see stars. I knew I’d done my job correctly when she outright screamed, arching against me and tensing around my cock until I saw stars myself. I all but roared, much like the beast I felt possessed by, shooting my thick load deep into her womb. I belatedly realized that I’d not worn a condom, but upon seeing the fear in my eyes, she smiled a bit.
“Fill me up. It’s not an issue. Just fill me — ah!”
I took her word for it, allowing the entirety of my load to spill inside of her. In spite of the stereotype about men falling asleep after sex, I was startled to see her drifting off almost immediately. Her grip on me slackened, and I drew away to look her up and down. Beautifully and thoroughly fucked.
My job was done.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kimberly
The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and my body was pulsing with a feeling that was nearly so unfamiliar that I almost could not place it. I felt… somehow full, in a way that was difficult to give a name to. When I moved to sweep the blanket off of myself, memories from the night before came flooding back. Well, it was hard to forget being fucked just right when you were still covered with the evidence from the night before. I groaned, still feeling the lingering afterglow deep in my bones. God, he had been good. Better than good — he had been fantastic! I’d have to call him up again sometime… wait.
“Shit.”
I’d forgotten to get his number. I wracked my brain for anything that might give me some clue of who the man was, but it was the first time I’d ever seen someone of his caliber at the Red Room. I hadn’t even gotten the man’s name. I felt a bit bitter that he’d not left a note of some sort to at least bid me a good day, but I knew that was the sort of thing that only happened in fairy tales. Adult fairy tales.
As it stood, all I had to remember him by was the memory of his eyes gazing deeply into my own and the sensation of his firm hands on my skin. It was almost more romantic that way, if one could consider a one night stand romantic by any means.
Maybe the morning had me fantasizing a bit more than was healthy. I was sure a quick shower would
get my brain back in working order. I would definitely need to wash my sheets as well after the mess we had made together. In retrospect, allowing him to fuck me without a rubber hadn’t been one of my most brilliant decisions. There was still a chance I could get pregnant, even if the chance was as microscopic as Chad had made it out to be. Ugh. I didn’t want thoughts of my ex-boyfriend to ruin my good vibe.