One Night Stand

by J. S. Cooper

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m wondering what you’re going to look like without that dress on. I’m wondering how quickly I can make you come tonight. I’m wondering if you’re going to try and mark me again. I’m wondering if your breasts taste as sweet as your pussy.”

  “Oh.” I squeaked out, my face hot at his words. He was not playing and I loved it.

  “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He stroked the side of my face softly.

  “No.” I shook my head as his fingers ran across my lips and he pushed his index finger into my mouth. I sucked on his finger gently and he stared into my eyes intently as I nibbled. He pulled it out slowly and then stuck it into my glass of champagne, his eyes never leaving mine, before putting his finger back in my mouth. I sucked hard this time, licking the champagne off with my tongue. The expression on his face changed as I moved closer to him and rubbed my hand over his crotch as I sucked his finger. I smiled as I felt the bulge in his pants. He was turned on already. It made me feel powerful to know I could do that to a man as handsome as he was. It didn’t even matter to me that this was a one night stand. It didn’t matter that it was just sex.

  “You enjoy being a tease?” He pulled his finger out of my mouth and his hands fell to my breasts. “Stand up and take your dress off.” He commanded me and I looked over at him in surprise.

  “What?” I asked, still rubbing his now hard cock.

  “Take your dress off.”

  “The magic word?”

  “My cock is hard.” He grinned as his eyes challenged me.

  “I was thinking more like please.” I licked my lips and stood up in front of him.

  “There’s no time for pleases, just thank you’s.”

  “Thank you’s?”

  “When I make you come, you can thank me.” He looked smug. “Each and every time.”

  “Each and every time?” I swallowed hard as I reached up to pull a strap down.

  “Each. And. Every. Time.” He said pronouncing each word carefully and clearly as he stood up.

  “I see.” My hand froze on my upper arm as I gazed at him, his body exuding confidence and power. This was a man that was used to getting what he wanted. A man that would normally annoy me.

  “Don’t worry. I have enough condoms.” He grinned and nodded towards the table.

  “You planned this?” I frowned. Had it been his plan to seduce someone at the wedding? Did it not even matter who I was.

  “No.” He smirked, his eyes firm as he gazed at me. “I didn’t plan this. In fact this is rather inconvenient for me.”

  “This is inconvenient for you?”

  “Yes.” He nodded, his hand now on top of mine and guiding my dress strap down. “I really have other things to be worrying about right now.”

  “Instead of hooking up you mean?”

  “Correct. This wasn’t a part of the plan.”

  “I see.” I said slightly sullenly, though I was happy that I wasn’t just the girl for the night.

  “It wasn’t part of my plan for this weekend, but I’m adaptable when I’m around a beautiful girl.” He moved in closer to me and reached for my other bra strap. “What happened to your friend by the way?”

  “My friend?”

  “The loud girl you were with at the wedding?”

  “Oh Alice.” I laughed. “She went home.”

  “I hope she’s not mad that I stole you away for the night.”

  “No, she’s not mad.” I shook my head and grinned. “She’s happy that I’m getting laid.”

  “Oh?” He reached behind me and I felt my zipper being pulled down.

  “I’m not the sort of girl that normally has a one night stand.”

  “Oh?” He paused and frowned as he looked at me. “This isn’t going to be —”

  “Don’t worry.” I cut him off. “I don’t think this is anything more than one night.”

  “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.” He pulled the front of my dress down to my waist and stared at my bra covered breasts and whistled.

  “Trust me, I’m not getting any impression.”

  “Good.” He nodded, his hands now undoing my bra. “I’m not the sort of man that you want to get involved with.”

  “Good to know.” I gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples. “I’m not the sort of girl you want to get involved with either.” I moaned as he leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked. “Ooh.” I cried out and pulled his hair.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Why’s what?” I groaned as he pulled his mouth away.

  “Why don’t I want to get involved with you?” His eyes looked into mine curiously.

  “I’m trouble.” I lied and pushed his head back down to my other breast.

  “Oh really?” He grinned and his eyes flashed with some indistinguishable emotion as he took my other nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh yeah.” I lied again and closed my eyes. “I’m trouble with a capital T.”

  “I like girls that are full of trouble.” He mumbled against my skin. “I like to make bad girls good.” He nibbled on my nipple and sucked so hard that I felt a jolt of desire flash from my head to my toes.

  “Then you better get started.” I giggled and he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.

  “Oh, I’m ready to get started alright.” He dropped me on the bed and then leaned forward and pulled my dress all of the way off. He groaned as he stared at my naked body, the lust in his eyes evident. “No panties, you little slut.” He grinned at me.

  “You took my panties.” I protested as he laughed. “And I’m not a slut.”

  “I’m not a pimp so I don’t care.” He pulled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Six.” I muttered to myself with a half-smile.

  “What?” He frowned at me as he undid his belt buckle.

  “You have a six pack, not an eight pack.” I pointed at his stomach as I squirmed on the bed.

  “Does that matter?” He fell on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand and ran it down his chest and abs.

  “Hmmm, let me think.” I ran my fingers across his chest and I felt the heat emanating from his skin seeping into mine. Holy shit, he was perfection in a six foot two bottle.

  “Don’t think too long.” He growled as he pulled his pants down and threw them on the ground. Now he was lying next to me in only a pair of white briefs and I wasn’t sure if I could stand it. “So what’s your favorite position?” He asked me softly as he rolled over on his side and stared at me, his fingers running down the side of my body.

  “Huh?” I swallowed hard, gazing up at him, as my body trembled at his touch.

  “Your favorite position.” He smiled down at me sweetly. “You have beautiful brown eyes. You know that right?”

  “Uhm, thanks.” I touched his cheek. “And you have gorgeous green eyes, that sometimes look blue and sometimes look black.”

  “Like water on a dark troubled night?” He studied my face for a few seconds and then smiled.

  “No, I was more thinking of blue purple violets on an Autumn day.” I stroked his cheek. “Or a forest at midnight.”

  “Nah, there’s nothing fall-like about me. I’m all stormy troubled waters.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Troubled, troubled waters.” He muttered against my lips as his hand slid down my legs.

  I didn’t bother to ask him what he meant. I mean what was the point? We weren’t here to get to know each other. I wasn’t his therapist and he wasn’t my boyfriend. This wasn’t some deep, meaningful night. This was about having fun. I ran my fingers down his back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lay on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing into me hard and I groaned.

  “Do that again.” He muttered as his fingers played with my breasts.

  “Do what again?” I squirmed against him and moaned.

  “That.” He growled and pulled away from me. I watched as he pulled his briefs off and h
is hardness sprung out of his briefs, powerful and confident. I shouldn’t have been surprised at how thick and hard it looked, but I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips. “You like?” He grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.

  “I don’t think I can lie.” I giggled as he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. I could feel his hardness between my legs.

  “You’re so wet.” He groaned as I rubbed myself back and forth on him.

  “Shh.” I leaned forward and kissed him. “No more talking.”

  “No more talking?” His eyes narrowed.

  “No more talking.” I put my finger against his lips. “Just make love to me.”

  “Make love to you?” He smirked as his hands made their way to my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing them together softly.

  “Fuck me.” I whispered down at him as I continued my slow grind on top of him.

  “Fuck you?” He smirked.

  “Yes.” I nodded with a small smile. “That’s what you wanted right?”

  He didn’t answer me. Instead he reached to the nightstand and grabbed a packet and ripped it open. I watched him pull the condom out and I moved to the side so that he could slide it on. I stared at him then, pushed his hands back to the mattress and moved forward and up, sitting down gently on him, my eyes never leaving his, as he filled me up. In that moment, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. I felt like I was flying, soaring through the sky and nothing could stop me. I moved back and forth gently, but he wasn’t having any of that. His hands moved my hips back and forth quickly so that I was truly riding him like some sort of Texas Cowgirl.

  The rest of the night passed in a blur of different positions. I’d never been with a man that could get hard again so quickly after orgasming. He was like Superman. I’d have to nickname him Superman with the miracle tongue. He had me on the bed, on the couch, in the shower, on the floor. He fucked me hard, slow and in-between. He pleasured me with his fingers, his tongue and his cock and I screamed and shouted as if I were on a rollercoaster; which I suppose I was. I was on the rollercoaster ride of my life. I knew I’d be sore the next day, but I didn’t care. We finally fell asleep at about four am. I awoke at five, needing to go to the bathroom and that’s when I decided to leave. I grabbed my dress and pulled it on slowly as I stared at his sleeping body on the bed. He was a fine specimen of a man. And he was obviously a dog if he was so quick to have a one night stand, but I knew that was unfair of me as I’d chosen to have a one night stand as well. I crept out of his room, feeling high on life and incredibly satisfied. I’d had my first one night stand and it had been everything I’d thought it would be. In fact, it had been even better than I had thought it would be. I wished I could tell my ex Shane about what I’d done. I wanted to call him and tell him that he’d been wrong about me. I wasn’t a prude. I wasn’t scared of sex. I was a confident, sexy woman. I’d just fucked a hot stranger and felt like a million bucks. I wasn’t ashamed at all. I didn’t even care that I didn’t know his name and it didn’t matter. I’d never see him again. I’d gotten mine and he’d gotten his and now we could both move on with our lives.

  Chapter Three

  “It’s so annoying that I always have to go home just because Gabby wants to act like a dutiful perfect daughter.” I groaned into the phone as I drove home to my parents’ house. “I don’t see why I’m always required to go as well.”

  “You’ll be happy to see your parents.” Alice laughed. “Plus you might meet another guy and have another night of hot sex.”

  “Yeah sure.” I laughed. “Unlikely.” I flushed as I thought about my one night stand. “Plus¸ I’m not going to make it a habit.”

  “I can’t believe you didn’t even get his name.” Alice laughed. “I know I dared you, but I didn’t think you’d go through with it.”

  “I didn’t sleep with him because you dared me, Alice.” I giggled. “And I didn’t get his name because it didn’t matter. It’s not like he wanted mine.” I thought back to the Mr. Miracle Tongue and the fact that I had no name to match his gorgeous face. “He made it very clear that it was just going to be a night of hot sex and that was it.”

  “I’m sure you could have stayed for a second night.”

  “I’m glad I left.” I smiled into the phone. “If anything I left him wanting more. If I’d stayed until he woke up and waited to see what he was going to say, I would have looked like a desperate loser.”

  “No, you might have gotten morning sex.”

  “I didn’t need morning sex. We had enough sex to last me for months.” I lied. I would have loved to have had morning sex with him. He’d been a terrific lover and I’d spent every night of the week thinking about him and the things he’d done to me.

  “It’s just sad. You can’t even contact him.”

  “It’s better that way.” I sighed. “Alice, he said he wasn’t expecting anything to happen that weekend either. I think his life is complicated. I don’t think he was looking for anything other than a night.”

  “Oh well, sucks for him.” Alice said cheerily. “When are you back? Tomorrow night?”

  “Yeah, I should be,” I sighed, thinking about how I was going to have to act like the perfect daughter. “I just hope that Gabby doesn’t have more exciting news to share.” I groaned. The last couple of times I’d been home, she’d gotten into a PhD program, she’d adopted a stray dog, and she’d won a local volunteering award. It was just too much to compete with. I had no such accolades to share.

  “If she shares any more exciting news, you should share yours as well.” Alice giggled.

  “What news?”

  “The fact that you got laid last week to a very, very hot man.”

  “Yeah, I’m going to share that.” I laughed. “I’d give my dad a heart attack.”

  “It would be funny to see their faces though.”

  “No, it wouldn’t be.” I groaned as I pulled up the driveway. “Hey, I’m home. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

  “Sure have fun.” Alice said and hung up as I turned off the engine and then got out of my car.

  “Just smile, Liv.” I muttered to myself as I grabbed my bag. “It won’t be so bad. Who cares what great news Gabby has now. Grin, pretend to be happy and leave as soon as you can.” I mumbled and walked to the front door.

  “Liv, you’re here.” My mom opened the door before I could even ring the doorbell. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

  “I’m here.” I grinned at her and made a face. “No need to sit around and wait anymore.”

  “That’s not funny, young lady.” She shook her head. “Now come in.”

  “I’m coming.” I rolled my eyes, dropped my bag in the hallway and took a deep breath. I already knew it was going to be a long weekend. My mom was wearing one of her Sunday Church dresses. That meant she was excited and that whatever Gabby had done must be special. Maybe she’d saved someone from dying. Maybe she’s found a cure to the common cold. Maybe she was moving to the North Pole. I grinned then. That would actually be amazing news.

  “Are you listening to me Liv?” My mom frowned as we walked into the living room.

  “Of course, mother.” I smiled at her and took a deep breath.

  “I want you to meet our guest.” She nodded towards the couch and that’s when time stood still. It literally stood still, as I saw miracle tongue sitting on the couch with my dad, a cup of tea in his hand.

  “Hello.” He stood up and smiled at me, as if he hadn’t just had a one night stand with me the weekend before.

  “Hello.” I said softly, my face red. Oh my God, why was here? Had he told my parents? Oh God, why me?

  “Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Xander.” He walked over and shook my hand.

  “I’m Liv.” I shook his hand as if I didn’t know him, but I knew he had to have felt the jolt of electricity that had passed through us as we touched.

  “Nice to meet you Liv.” His eyes teased me. I wanted to ask
him why he was here, but my parents were there, watching us. I didn’t think they’d appreciate me asking him if he was some sort of stalker.

  “You too.” I squeaked out.

  “You have something on your ear.” He leaned forward and I felt his fingers brushing the top of my ear. Then I felt his breath in my ear drum. “Now I have a name to put to the face when I think of our night together.” He said huskily and I felt the tip of his tongue on my earlobe.

  “What are you doing here?” I said softly, a smile plastered on my face for my parents benefit. Had he tracked me down because he wanted this to be more than one night? My heart thudded as I wondered about his appearance. Had I made that big of an impression on him?

  “What would you like me to be doing here?” He asked softly, his eyes not leaving mine as he studied my face.

  “I...” I stumbled as I stared at him, all of a sudden feeling faint and excited at the same time.

  “Liv, I see you’ve met Xander.” My sister Gabby ran into the room, a huge smile on her face and her blonde hair bobbing around her shoulders. Of course she looked as perfect as she always looked, not a hair out of place.

  “Yes.” I nodded. “I’ve met him.” I smiled awkwardly and looked to the door and watched as another man walked into the room.

  “This is Xander’s brother, Henry.” Gabby nodded towards the other guy, who looked like a more handsome and sweeter version of Xander.

  “Hi.” I smiled at him warmly. “It’s nice to meet you Henry.” Then I looked back at Gabby, confusion setting in. “Not to sound rude, but why are they both here?”

  “Mom and dad didn’t tell you?” Gabby looked excited as she grinned at me and then at our proud parents.

  “No, that’s why I’m asking.” I was impatient in my confusion.

  “I’m engaged.” She squealed and showed me her engagement finger. A huge diamond sparkled on her finger and I stared at it feeling very impressed, if not slightly jealous.

  “Congratulations.” I gave her a quick hug and turned to Henry. “And to you too. I’m happy to welcome you to the family.” I grinned as I gave him a hug as well. I could feel Xanders’ eyes on me and my stomach flipped. Oh my, had I just slept with my sister’s fiancé’s brother? Oops. I flushed as I stepped back from Henry.