Page 9 of Dear One Night Stand
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell him, and he scrambles to remove them quickly.
I wait until he’s down to his boxers and push him back onto the bed. He shifts backward, and I climb on top of him, straddling his muscular thighs. I raise my arms, and he lifts my dress off me. I reach behind and unhook my bra, letting the straps slip off my shoulders and freeing myself. Chris groans and sits up, cupping each breast in one hand and licking the pebbled nipples.
I reach down between us and grip his hard cock, stroking it up and down. He groans again and falls back onto the bed. I continue the motion, getting him ready before guiding him to my ready entrance and pushing down on top of him.
His strong hands find my hips and guides the speed of my hips as I shift them around and around. It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build again with the friction of our bodies moving together.
Chris sits up again, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I hold on to him as we move as one, his teeth nipping at the skin on my collarbone and neck. I can feel the pleasure build to its peak again inside me. I can't hold back. I've never felt so good in my life.
“I’m coming,” I cry out.
Chris wraps his hand on the back of my neck and lifts my head so we are face to face.
“I want to see you,” he breathes.
I let go, holding onto his gaze as long as I can until I lose myself. I feel him tense beneath me, jerking as he comes too.
It’s never been that way with anyone before. I’m lost in a blissful, dreamless sleep the moment my head hits the pillow.
6
ANNIE
The sound of my phone ringing in my bag wakes me up. It takes me a moment to realize I’m home in my room. I glance over and see Chris, asleep on his stomach, with his arm draped over me. The sound of my phone ringing does nothing to wake him.
I try to slip out from beneath him but lose my footing and land with a thump on the floor. I grab the spare blanket off the bench at the end of my bed and wrap it around me. I scramble over to my phone and pick it up.
“Hello?” I whisper.
“Annie?” Baker’s voice asks.
“How did you get this number?”
“Not quite the response I was hoping to get when I called.” He chuckles humorously.
"What do you want, Baker?" I ask, looking back over my shoulder, but Chris hasn't moved, and his eyes are still closed.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
“In person.”
“No.”
"Please, this isn't something I can say over the phone, and I think after our history together, you owe me at least a face-to-face."
“I don’t owe you anything. You dumpedme, remember?” I hiss.
“Please, just five minutes,” he pleads. “If you hear what I have to say, and you still tell me to fuck off, I will never bother you again.”
“Alright.” I look back at Chris again. “Five minutes.”
“Thank you. I’m at the twenty-four-hour diner at the end of your block,” he says and hangs up.
I turn around and nearly jump out of my skin when I see Chris sitting up.
“I’m sorry if I woke you.”
