Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights

by Anthology

  She surveyed the room again. Still, nobody watched her. Frank continued to hold them enslaved, smoking up the stage, setting her heart on fire.

  One.

  Two.

  Houston, we have lift off. Her underpants flew into the air, up and over the heads of the screaming women, and maybe with a touch too much oomph. Down. Down. Grace’s eyes widened. Oh, fuck, not there. Not there.

  “Vrrrrrrrrrourhooooooo,” The trumpet blared like a congested elephant. Grace slapped her hand over her eyes, peeking between her fingers. Bad aim. Bad, bad aim. Several heads swiveled in her direction.

  Fuck. Grace dropped her hand and looked around, too, doing her best to appear as though she also searched for the guilty party. Her tactics seemed to work, as the crowd’s attention returned to the stage where Frank had recovered and continued to play, her skivvies swinging back and forth with each movement he made. She clamped her hand over her eyes again. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What was he thinking right now?

  Three women dressed in Army Corps uniforms like the Andrews sisters moved onto the stage, surrounding Frank, and started to sing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy as In the Mood faded. Frank didn’t miss a beat but transitioned into the song as though he didn’t have a pair of skivvies hanging off his brass.

  Hell, better than she’d have done, if she could play. She would never have imagined he was that good. Not after the way he’d performed in the cemetery.

  As the set ended, Frank grabbed the undergarment, hopped off the stage, and searched the room. When his gaze landed on her, Grace backed toward the main doors, ready to make a run for it. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and her heart pounded in her chest. Frank spun her lingerie on his finger and lifted a brow.

  Yeah, those would be mine. She blushed to her roots.

  He tucked her underwear away and crooked his finger at her. Grace blew him a kiss and bolted. She didn’t look back to see if he followed, but charged out of the room and down the corridor, past the main desk and to an elevator. She ran inside and spun around as Frank caught the door and kept it from shutting. “Going up?”

  “Going somewhere,” she said. Probably to Hell for all the dirty little thoughts going through her mind. Who cared what the crowd thought. She’d arrived with him, and she left with him, kind of.

  He stepped inside, and the steel panel closed behind him. “That was a wicked stunt, Ms. Daniels.”

  “The devil made me do it.”

  “And what devil would that be” He hit a button and swiped a card he’d drawn from his pocket. Slipping it back as quickly.

  She licked her lips. “Why, that bugle guy up on the stage.”

  He growled and in three steps had her pinned against the side, his hands laced in her hair and his mouth on hers. And like everything else he did, he did it well. Grace’s stomach went through a series of tumbles. A knee slid between her legs and pried her thighs apart, forcing her to rub up against a very obvious erection. He broke the kiss and pressed his lips to her ear. “Come to my room. Stay the night with me.”

  “Yes,” she gasped, knowing she could do nothing else. Wanting nothing more than to get him naked and ride him until she was bow-legged, as Maggie had so inelegantly put it the night before.

  Ding. The elevator lurched to a stop and Frank swung his body around and leaned against the wall as it opened, crossing his arms over his chest. Grace’s cheeks flamed hot. An elderly woman stepped on, looked them up and down, gave them a knowing smile, and backed out. “I’ll take the next one. Looks crowded.”

  The moment it shut, Frank was on her like pine pitch. One hand sliding up the back of her leg and squeezing her bare ass, the other had the small of her back, pulling her into his hips as he ground against her. His mouth claimed hers with heat and fervor, spiking her blood pressure and sending her heart rate sky-rocketing. Her lips parted and he intensified the kiss, staking claim, making it clear what kind of a night she was in for. Frank didn’t do anything half-assed.

  When the bell dinged again, he didn’t stop, but swung her around and backed her off. Frank yanked his cover off his head and reached up to drop the cap over the hallway security camera. He shoved her against a wall, one hand pushed up under her skirt, the other made its way inside her bra, stroking the nipple until it became like stone. Each brush sent jolts shooting through her pelvis.

  He pinched the bud. Not hard, not soft, but enough to cause her to gasp and cream to trickle down her thighs. His mouth was on her neck, kissing along her jaw, while the thumb of his other hand stroked her clit. Grace arched into him. He pushed two fingers inside her, continuing to work his thumb across the sensitive bud. Lights exploded across her vision.

  “Oh.” She threw her head back and knocked a little clarity into her brain as she smacked the back of her skull against the wall. “Frank. We’re in a public corridor.”

  “No we’re not. This is the penthouse, and the entire floor is ours. Private corridor. We’ll start here.” He pushed deeper. She moaned. “And then over there.” He glanced down the corridor toward a bench. “Inside the room. On the bed.” He nipped her ear. “In the shower. Against the wall. I’m going to take you until we both can’t walk. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, sweet and slow. I’m going to make you sing, Grace. I’m going to hear you cry my name over and over, and when I’m done, I’m going to do it again. I’m going to play you like my instrument, and you, baby, are going to come for every bar you made me miss.”

  “Don’t make threats, you won’t keep.” She dug her nails into his jacket as he intensified his efforts.

  “I fully intend to keep them.” He curled his digits up, hitting her G-spot.

  The muscles in her pussy tightened, and her breath hitched. She forced the climax away. Not this soon. “Frank.”

  “Come, Grace.”

  She couldn’t stop it. His words vibrated through her body, as the orgasm took her over the edge. Pulsing, pounding through her body. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his fingers. Throbbing as he continued to fuck her with them. Never had she reacted that way to a man’s touch. God, he had her amped on high.

  “One.” He sank to his knees, lifted her knee onto his shoulder and licked her pussy, spreading her open with his hands and devouring her as though he starved for the taste of her.

  Grace cried out and fisted his collar. “Oh God, oh God. Frank, pleaseeee….”

  Tongue, lips, teeth. She came again. Never that fast. Never twice in a row.

  “Two,” he said, rose to his feet and swept her into his arms. “Bench next.”

  How many bars had she made him miss when she’d tossed her panties on him?

  He set her on the bench and dropped back to his knees. Lifting his hand, he looked at it, and then showed her the black eyeliner that had come off during his vigorous grope. “Forgive me. It appears I’ve smudged your stockings.”

  “It comes off easy.”

  “Like your other undergarments? Do you have any idea what a tease it is to see you flash those red panties all night and then throw them at me? You’ve been a very naughty girl, and I’m going to have to do something about it.”

  “How many bars did I make you miss?”

  He chuckled. His gaze locked onto hers, scorching her through her clothes. “Count them, sweetheart.” He ran his hand up her leg, lowered his head, and kissed along behind it. “Where were we?”

  “Shit.” Grace arched and scooted back the moment the pads of his fingers touched her clit, the intensity almost too much to take.

  Frank grabbed her hips and pulled her back. “Not so fast. I’m warming up.”

  Chapter Five

  Frank couldn’t get enough of her. His balls ached, his cock throbbed, begging him to sink deep into the swollen pink flesh spread out before him like a buffet. Hot. Wet. Tight. He could only begin to imagine what she felt like, and before he was done, he’d know. But not quite yet. He wanted to draw it out, taking his time to convince her he wanted more than a one-night stand.

  A he
ll of a lot more.

  He hadn’t a clue how many bars he’d missed, but he’d make it up as he went along. Not knowing seemed to make her hotter than blacktop in Georgia at high noon. He slipped his fingers back inside her and added his tongue, savoring the taste of her, the way she whimpered from the back of her throat, and the little jerks of her hips as she fought to maintain control.

  Not going to happen. Tonight Grace was his, and the last thing he intended to do was let her hold back. As she came for a third time, he lifted his head and grinned. “Three.

  “How many bars did you miss?” she asked. “‘Cause I have to tell you, three times is a record. I don’t think I can walk.”

  Frank pulled her to her feet and hefted her over his shoulder. “Then I’ll carry you.” The woman was fucking gorgeous, with her kiss-swollen lips and stunned gaze, even more enticing knowing he’d been the one to put the lust on her face.

  He moved into a large sitting area, past a sunken bath that could fit ten and through a set of double doors, where he tossed her on the bed. She bounced as she hit and looked up. He didn’t break eye contact as he shed his jacket, tossing it over on a chair. “Strip.”

  “You first.”

  Frank toed off his shoes and loosened his tie, pulling it over his head then dropping it to the floor. “Tell you what. Whoever’s naked first, gets to be on top.” He gave her a lecherous grin and was rewarded with a rosy blush, coloring her cheeks.

  “Okay.” She climbed off the bed. “On the count of three.”

  “One,” Frank said and lifted his hands to the top of his dress shirt. She did the same, bracing for the count like a racer on the blocks, her hands behind her neck. “Three.” Frank unbuttoned the collar, and tugged the shirt over his head, including the T-shirt underneath.

  “That’s cheating,” she said, as she fumbled with the hooks down the back of her blouse.

  “You had a head start. I’m evening the field.” He ripped his belt off and undid his fly and dropped his boxers and pants all at once.

  She froze and gasped, staring at his cock, hunger in her eyes. The tip of her pink tongue touched the center of her lip. Yeah, he had it, enough to put a smile on her face and now she knew. She snapped out of the spell and tossed her blouse and bra to the side, moving fast, but not fast enough. Her skirt puddled around her ankles as Frank yanked his socks off and stood, as bare as the day he was born.

  “I win.” She kicked her garment to the side and placed her hands on her hips. Her chest rose and fell, pebbled nipples displayed against gloriously soft skin and full breasts. Her eyes were wild and her soft blonde hair tousled, like she’d already taken a roll in the sack. Man, did he want to make a bigger mess of it.

  Sexy, my God. He could only stare, caught up in her beauty. Small waist, rounded hips, and those long, toned legs made to squeeze his body between her thighs. He couldn’t fight the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. She’d missed one tiny detail, and damn was he glad she had. Holy fuck. But there was one little issue to get straight first.

  “Not so fast, sweetheart.” Frank pointed at her shoes and smiled. “But leave them on. They’re doing things to me that should be criminal.” And they were. He’d never been as hard, and when he thought her about her legs wrapped around his hips, wearing those scarlet shoes as he pounded into her, his cock got even harder.

  Her gaze drifted down, and she licked her lips. Frank grabbed his cock, giving it a squeeze. He’d damn near come right there. Hot and all his. At least for this night, and if he had anything to say about it, much longer. As he took her all in, he knew he could never get tired of her.

  “Did you bring…?”

  “Protection?” He opened the bedside stand and set a new box of rubbers on top. “I hoped you’d come up here. Wanted to make sure we were covered if you did.” He popped the box open and tossed her one. Grace caught it and gave him a shy smile, and for the second time that night, he had to grab his dick and squeeze to keep from embarrassing himself.

  “I need you.”

  Frank caught her up in his arms and captured her mouth. His cock rubbed against the soft flesh of her belly, weeping precum at the tip. She tasted like sugar and fire, melted candy. Sweet and a rush to his senses, the woman could become an addiction.

  Hell, she already had. He’d no intention of letting her walk away in the morning.

  The soft scent of vanilla coated her skin and mixed with the musk of her arousal, a smell that was delicate and sexy. The heat of her flesh brought out the bouquet, a scent that would forever be embedded in his brain. He lowered her to the mattress, following her down as he cradled her head and deepened the kiss.

  Frank stroked his hands down her sides, unable to get enough of the way she felt in his hands. Soft moans and sighs came from the back of her throat as he kissed her softly, taking his time worshiping her mouth, sucking her lower lip between his teeth, stroking the tip of her tongue with his.

  Unable to go any longer without losing it, Frank moved back, grabbed the condom from her hand, and tore the packet with his teeth. He rolled it down, sheathing his cock. “I can’t wait any longer.” He crawled back over her, pushed her thighs apart with his knee, and pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. “For the record, I don’t have a clue how many bars I missed. Hell, I don’t remember playing a note after those panties dropped on my trumpet.” He tipped his face and captured her mouth as he thrust in, driving inside her saturated pussy until he sank to his balls. He closed his eyes and groaned.

  “Something wrong?” Grace asked.

  “No, something right. I’m afraid I’m not going to last long this time. Hang on, the first one’s going to be hard and fast.”

  “I like hard and fast.” She hooked her heels behind his hips, and Frank moved. She bucked up, meeting his thrusts.

  ***

  Anyone who ever said size didn’t matter, never had one like Frank’s. Thank God he’d taken his time to warm her up, or he probably wouldn’t have fit. She couldn’t blame him for making the first a quickie. He’d given her three orgasms before they made it to the bed, and even now she was ready to explode again. He had some control to last as long as he had. The minute that thick, hard cock stretched her to capacity, she nearly wept, it felt so good. Hard, fast, slow, gentle, any way he did it, wouldn’t matter.

  She’d been ruined for other men, would never be the same. Grace cried out as the familiar tightening in her pelvis reached its apex and stars exploded across her vision. “Four,” she gasped, digging her nails into his back as his hard flesh throbbed inside her, pushing her deeper into bliss, as not an inch of her pussy was spared.

  La petite mort. The little death.

  No other term would do. If heaven was on the other side of it, she was certain she’d found it. “Please don’t let this be a dream.”

  “I don’t think my mind could build a dream as good as you feel.” Frank buried that glorious cock as deep as it could go and came with her—he pulsed against her pussy walls, bringing her a piece of ecstasy. Pressing his forehead to hers, he stared into her eyes. He rested on his elbows, holding the bulk of his weight off her, staring into her eyes for what seemed like hours, though she was certain it was minutes.

  She smiled.

  “Woman, this night might kill me. I already want you again. God, you make me randy. This is a first.” He moved and it became too obvious the next round was coming up. “Ready for number five?”

  “Bring it.”

  Frank grinned, pulled out. Discarded the used condom and sheathed himself before she could blink. He flipped her to her belly and slipped her shoes off. “You need to lose these, even if they are hot. Come here.” He rocked her back, bringing her to her hands and knees. One hand wrapped around her body, and he pulled her toward him until she straddled his thighs and her shoulders were pressed against his chest, her feet resting flat on the mattress. When he moved, it was slow. Each time he pushed inside, he took his time, letting his flesh ride against her pussy wal
ls. She closed her eyes and moaned. So strong, he made it seem easy.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  He grabbed her waist, lifting her up and down as he thrust. “So hot. So beautiful. Perfect.” Franked kissed her neck and shoulder, sending jolts racing through her. In and out. Up and down. Slow. Filling her, stretching her. Owning her. The position he placed her in allowed his cock to stroke her hot zone and had her spinning toward oblivion in seconds. She cried out and arched back into him. A ball of heat bloomed in her belly, radiating out in waves, pulsing through her core, driving spikes of pleasure along every nerve in her body. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m coming.” She didn’t care if she said words her mother would frown upon. She didn’t care what Frank thought of her dirty mouth. She’d lost control and she wanted him to know it.

  “Five,” he growled and fucked her faster, working her up and down on his cock like a tightly squeezed fist.

  The orgasm exploded through her, more violent than any she’d had yet, taking her breath, freezing the cry in her throat and curling her toes.

  Frank buried his cock, dug his fingers into her hips. “God, baby.” He came hard. His heart pounded against her back while his dick throbbed with every beat. As their orgasms eased, he pulled her to her side, spooning behind her. “You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe you’re here—with me.

  “Now what?”

  “I start the bath. And then we talk about where this is going.” He got up and walked into the other room. Grace rolled to her back and watched him go, her heart pounding. She’d gone from one-night stand to possibly what? Dating a soldier. She didn’t date military men. It was dangerous to fall in love with one. Her heart couldn’t take it. War had already taken her brother, and his loss was unbearable. She stared at his back while he bent over the tub. Could she?