“Yes,” I groaned, unable to believe that I’d never had oral sex before tonight. This was incredible. This was beyond better than the best sex I’d ever had. How could I have gone so long without?
I pumped my ass back against him and he moved away from me. I immediately missed him and moaned pitifully for more.
“Greedy,” he teased me, and I didn’t even care. I was so close to coming and I just needed him to push me over the edge.
Slowly, he slid a finger inside me and then placed a kiss against my ass cheek. I squeezed around his finger, and he added a second finger inside me. I nearly exploded then and there, but he kept teasing me, stopping and slowing down when he felt me getting too close.
I gasped when I felt what was coming next.
His tongue slid around my ass, circling my anus in small, tight spirals. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep from screaming, but no such luck. I cried out from the ecstasy of everything I was feeling. His fingers pumped harder in and out of me and his tongue lapped at my ass. I couldn’t contain how much I was feeling, how tight my body felt, how wound I was.
In splintering lightning, I came apart around him, bucking backwards against his face as he fucked my ass with his tongue.
“Mmm,” he moaned against me.
The vibrations of his moan extended my orgasm and I couldn’t seem to come down from the high. My body clenched and pulsed and exploded around him for what felt like hours, but was maybe only a minute.
The longest minute of my entire fucking life.
Gasping, I fell forward into the mattress and my body turned into jelly. Rolling on to my back, I turned over to face him. “Holy shit.”
“Happy?” He grinned down at me as he walked over to where his jeans were on the floor. He was completely naked and I watched as his hard cock bobbed against his stomach.
“Fucking ecstatic.”
Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a few foil packets and tossed them on to the bed. “And just think, we haven’t even had sex yet.”
I laughed, overwhelmed at the exhaustion I was already feeling from the last two orgasms. But he was one hundred percent right and there was nothing more I wanted than to feel his cock inside me. Hell, if his tongue could do all that…I couldn’t imagine what his cock could do.
Climbing on to the bed, he crawled over me and slid his hand between my legs. He found my clit and swirled small circles around it as I groaned and bucked against his hand.
“I need you,” I said between pants, trying to catch my breath. “Fuck me, Dylan.”
He grabbed a foil packet and opened it, pulling the condom on over his shaft. Kneeling between my legs, he found my lips and kissed me hard. I opened for him, begging his tongue to dance with mine. I could taste myself on him, and my God…it was incredibly erotic. I replayed everything that had just happened and felt myself building toward another peak already.
Positioning himself at my entrance, he pushed the head of his cock inside me. It stretched me and felt so fucking amazing, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Reaching down, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to me.
He slid inside of me fully, groaning with every inch that disappeared between my legs.
“Fuck…you feel so amazing.”
My entire body was on fire and with every thrust, I pushed closer and closer to the edge. He grabbed my legs and put them up on his shoulders, kissing my calves as he pressed inside me again and again. It was incredible…it was amazing…it was everything I ever had wanted sex to be.
Fuck Blake and his tiny penis. This was what I should be doing.
As I came, I shook hard and trembled against him. He came seconds after me, growling with the power of his orgasm rocking through him.
Collapsing on to the bed beside me, he slid to the side so his weight didn’t crush me. When he left me, I felt like something was missing. Like he belonged inside me.
It was a strange sensation to feel for a man I didn’t even know. A longing that I’d never experienced before.
“You’re incredible,” he told me.
I smiled, trying to come down from the high of the last few minutes. My world felt like it was floating…and I couldn’t be happier.
He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in to his side. I loved how he just picked me up and put me where he wanted me. The man was massive—giant stature, thick build, and all muscle. He handled me like a doll he could just place where he wanted, and honestly? I fucking loved it.
I felt small and dainty in his arms, but I also felt…held. I felt cared about and taken care of. I’d never felt that kind of safety in Blake’s arms before. My eyes drifted closed as sleep started to overtake me. Everything was so calming, so perfect, so relaxed.
Wrapped in his arms, sated from multiple orgasms, I drifted off to sleep.
If only I’d stayed awake a little longer…
Chapter Six
Dylan
Emma was lights out. The girl had her orgasms and passed the fuck out. It was actually kind of adorable, to be honest. She slept with her mouth just slightly parted, a tiny noise coming from her every few seconds as she breathed in and out.
I had been open to getting the rest of her list done tonight—or hell, at least one or two more things. But she looked so happy and comfortable. I couldn’t wake her.
I also couldn’t stay the night.
Okay, that might make me sound like a dick, but I had plans first thing in the morning and I didn’t have time for a sleepover. I was meeting my best friend for a round of golf and we had an early tee time. Sounds trivial, but I hadn’t seen him in ages, so this weekend was important.
Carefully, I moved my arm from under her head, lowering her to the bed.
“Mmm…” She sighed loudly and I froze.
Had I awoken her?
Then her small snores returned and she rolled on to her side away from me, pulling the blanket tight around herself. She murmured something I couldn’t understand. No, she was definitely still sleeping.
As quietly as I could manage, I stood up from the bed and went in search of my clothes. They were everywhere. My shirt was on the chair by the bed and my boxers were in front of the door. I didn’t even remember how they’d gotten over there.
I tiptoed into the bathroom and tidied myself up, changing back in to my clothes as soon as I was done. Luckily, my hotel was only about ten minutes from her house so I’d be back in no time. I was freaking tired and ready to pass out.
Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I slid out into the living room and made my way out the front door which I carefully locked behind me. Climbing into my car, I paused for a moment in the driveway to check my phone.
Three missed messages.
My best friend’s message popped up first.
Are we still on for golf in the morning?
I quickly texted him back. I’ll be there.
My other missed messages were from my mother.
Have fun this weekend!
Can’t wait to see pictures from the big day!
I didn’t respond to those. Honestly, my hover mother was going to call me first thing in the morning anyway to check in on how I was doing. I could just respond then. She called first thing every morning while she was having her coffee out on the deck over looking the Chesapeake Bay. It was a ritual now, and while I didn’t hate it, it had it’s inconvenient moments.
All in all, however, I loved how close I was to my mother. She was the only woman in my life that hadn’t screwed me over. In fact, she was damn near perfect. It was probably one of the reasons why I was still single. I wasn’t willing to settle until I found a woman as good for me as my mother was for my father.
Arriving home a few minutes later, I hopped through the shower as quickly as I could before collapsing onto the hotel bed. Sleep couldn’t come soon enough.
Strangely enough, all I could dream about was one woman…one night.
Tonight only.
Chapter Seven
/> Emma
I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the morning sun crossing the room and landing directly in my eye. Yawning, I rolled over and draped my arm around Dylan…
Except my arm landed on an empty bed.
Lifting my head, I looked around. I was definitely alone in bed. Glancing around my bedroom, I figured maybe he was in the bathroom or grabbing a snack or something.
“Dylan?” I called out and waited for a response.
Silence.
Climbing out of bed, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I checked the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room—all empty. Putting my hands on my hips, I stared at the front door.
Had that jerk just left in the middle of the night? No goodbye, no anything?
Finding my phone, I opened up Tinder and searched for our messages. But…they were gone.
He’d unmatched me!
What. The. Fuck.
Suddenly I understood why I’d never had a one night stand before. That shit hurt.
Going into the kitchen, I pulled open the fridge while dialing Nicole’s number.
“Hello?” She answered the phone with a yawn, clearly having just been sleeping when I called.
I pulled out a container of strawberry yogurt and placed it on the counter. “Nic, you won’t believe this bullshit.”
“What happened?”
“He left,” I told her, spooning some yogurt into a bowl and grabbing the bag of granola out of the pantry. Pouring it on top, I made myself a delicious parfait for breakfast. “He literally left in the middle of the night while I was sleeping.”
Nicole didn’t respond for a moment, her pause feeling like a lifetime.
“Well, Emma…it was a one night stand. You didn’t expect him to stay and cuddle, did you?” she asked me.
My face felt flush, heat burning in my cheeks. “Well…I guess I did. Kinda? I mean, what’s wrong with some cuddling?”
“Nothing,” Nicole continued. “But it’s not exactly what you advertised for last night. Your message was pretty blatantly a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of night.”
She had a point there. But I didn’t like it.
“Still. He could have at least said goodbye. Oh, and I forgot to tell you the most dickish part!”
“What?” she inquired.
“He unmatched me on Tinder sometime after he left last night.” I was still mad about that. Partly because it was a dick move—what a freaking player—and partly because that meant I couldn’t contact him again. And…damn, I wished I could.
I know, I had it bad. But the sex was just that good. How could I not want it again?
“Oh, my god.” Nicole huffed. “What a fucking prick. He’s clearly an asshole.”
“But…an asshole who was really great in bed,” I admitted.
“Tell me everything!” Nicole was a sucker for a good sex story, and I’d been feeding her nothing but dogs for years. Finally, I had something fun to tell her.
“I showed him my list.”
She squealed and I had to pull the phone away from my ear for a moment to not lose all hearing. “You did not.”
“I did,” I repeated myself. “And he was into it. Hell, he knocked a few things off my list last night alone.”
“I am so proud of you.” Nicole practically fist bumped me through the phone. “Are you going to see him again? You need to cross the rest of that list off.”
“Uh, I wish…I can’t contact him, remember?”
“He didn’t leave a phone number or something?” she asked.
I shook my head, eating a spoonful of parfait. “Nope. Nothing.”
“Well, that’s just a waste of a good lay.” Nicole sighed. “I’ll see you in a few hours for the rehearsal dinner, right?”
I nodded my head, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m going to be there.”
“Maybe there will be some hot groomsmen or guests at the wedding. I mean, Mark is hot. He probably has hot friends.”
I scrunched up my nose. I didn’t want to think about my brother-in-law as hot. It was hard not to notice that he was handsome though. If his friends looked anything like him, well…maybe I’d have even more fun this weekend.
Nicole and I caught up for a few more minutes and then I said my goodbyes, finishing off the rest of my yogurt. I spent the rest of the morning reading one of my favorites lately—a romance novel. Nothing spoke to me more than a love story. Man meets woman, falls head over heels in love and knows…this is his woman.
A lot more romantic than my last twenty-fours had been.
Eh, it didn’t matter. It was something I’d checked off my bucket list, and that was that. I certainly wasn’t going to do it again. Hell, I just wasn’t cut out for the morning after a one-night stand. I was a relationship type of person, and that had never been more clear to me than this morning.
However, I needed a relationship that had sex like last night…because damn. I was going to miss that.
Once the afternoon got late enough, I took a shower and put on my makeup for the rehearsal dinner tonight. I had the perfect dress picked out already, a little black cocktail dress that made my legs look longer and my waist look slimmer—which was an accomplishment all on it’s own.
My phone buzzed.
Are you on your way? My sister texted me.
Lying, I texted her back. In the Lyft now!
Okay, so I’m not the greatest sister, but I was about to leave! Finishing up my makeup as fast as I could, I pulled on my dress and grabbed my purse. Opening my phone, I moved to the Lyft app and called up a ride. The car was six minutes out—basically forever. I considered checking to see if Uber was faster, but I couldn’t support their driving standards.
I’d had a friend once who’d totaled six cars in two years—yeah, he was a maniac. We’re no longer friends. But that’s not the point of this story. The point is, he applied to Lyft and Uber to be a driver on the same day. Guess who accepted him? Uber. Guess who turned him down? Lyft.
Now I always drive with Lyft. True story.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up to the restaurant where my sister had rented out the top floor for her rehearsal dinner.
“Emma!” Elise came running down the stairs and through her arms around me. “Thank God you’re here.”
“What? What’s going on? Is everything okay?” I asked, hugging her back.
“The worst of the worst has happened,” she began.
My brows went up, mostly because I was concerned about whatever news she was about to drop on me, but also because I halfway didn’t believe her dramatics anymore. My sister tended to air on the side of life-ending crises daily, and it wasn’t anything new that there would be another one today.
“Someone…I’m not pointing fingers, but if I was, I’d say it was Mark’s best freaking man…hit Mark in the face with his golf club,” she explained, flailing her hands as she gestured like she was swinging a golf club.
“What? He got in a fight? With his best man?”
I hadn’t met the entire wedding party yet, and most of the groomsmen were still unknown to me. Mark’s friends all lived out of town and were flying in for the wedding.
“Not a fight,” Elise clarified. “It was an accident. He was standing too close, and he hit him on the backswing. But…he lost a tooth, Emma.”
I tried not to smile, but that was freaking hilarious.
Mark was a dentist.
“He…uh…what?” I asked.
“He. Lost. A. Tooth.” Elise repeated, pointing to her mouth. “Like from his face. He’s missing a tooth the day before we get married. What are we supposed to do?”
“Well, he is a dentist, I reminded her. “Can’t he…fix it?”
“He can’t put in his own teeth, Emma. Seriously?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, he’s got to have dentist friends. Can’t someone do some emergency work or something like that?”
“We’re looking into that,” she replied, noddi
ng. “But, listen, you can’t say anything when you see him. He’s already feeling embarrassed enough.”
I really couldn’t make that promise, but I nodded my head as if that was agreement enough.
“Come on. Let’s head in,” Elise said, wrapping an arm around mine. She always needed me for support, and I didn’t really mind because I loved her. She was my only sister and this was her big weekend. I wanted it to be everything she wanted it to be. I wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life.
To be honest, I really liked Mark. I thought he was a great fit for her and he already felt like a brother to me. I couldn’t have been happier when she told me that they were getting married.
“Emma, this is Jackson, one of the groomsman,” Elise introduced me to a ruggedly handsome man with dashing dark looks and a killer smile that wasn’t missing any of his teeth. She turned to face him.“Emma is my maid of honor.”
“Hi,” I greeted him, extending a hand.
“I’m a hugger,” he replied, pulling my hand against his chest and wrapping me in a giant bear hug.
“Oh, okay,” I mumbled beneath layers of suit jacket that I was squished against.
He finally let go, a seductive smirk in his eyes. “Mark never said his girl had a gorgeous sister.”
Mark walked up at that moment. Just like Elise had said, he was missing one of his front teeth. It was painfully obvious, and painfully…unattractive. I winced, hoping he didn’t see my reaction.
“Who, me?” Mark said.
“You don’t brag about me?” I asked Mark, smacking him playfully on the chest. “Shame on you.”
“Well, I told my best man here about you. The one who whacked me in the face today.” Mark laughed for a moment, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable my sister was at the topic as she squirmed at his mention of it. “He’s been dying to meet the woman he’s walking down the aisle tomorrow.” Mark raised his hand and motioned a man over who had just walked in to the restaurant. “Dylan! Over here!”
I froze. Dylan?
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