Page 4 of Just One Night
“Addie,” I say and try to take a step back, but he holds me more firmly against him. “We can’t do this to her.” His jaw flexes as he stares harder at me.
“Addie and I haven’t been together since high school,” he says tightly, straightening back to his full height. I crane my head back again and his hand tightens on me. “She didn’t want me then, Heather. She wanted Bash. She won’t care if we hook up.”
“But,” I flick my eyes between his, “what about—” I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut.What about us, is what I was going to ask. Stupid. There is nous. There never was and never will be. Tonight was just a weird right place, right time thing.
“What?” He says. “What about what?”
“Us,” I whisper. “I haven’t seen you in years and now—”
“Just for tonight,” he says as he wraps his other hand around the back of my neck. “Just tonight, princess. Then tomorrow, we’ll go our separate ways and forget this ever happened.” My breaths are shallow as I stare up at him. His hand tightens as he presses closer against me.
“Just tonight,” I breathe and he nods, lowering his mouth to mine again. “And this never happened.”
“Never happened,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me kiss you, Heather. Please.”
My heels make me tall, but not tall enough to full reach his mouth so I push up on my toes and press my lips firmly against his. Our mouth’s moves effortlessly together, his arm around me tightening. His tongue slips into my mouth, mine into his, back and forth. He slides his hand from my neck to my hair and fists it, pulling my head back to deepen and control the kiss. I whimper and moan into his him, my hands sliding up his shirt around his neck.
His hand moves to my ass, and he squeezes it as he holds me tighter to him, kissing the air from my lungs. His cock is hard between us, pressing against me through his jeans. I can’t help but rub against him, making him groan deep in his throat.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he pulls away. His eyes get hard as he yanks my hair again, tilting my head to the side. “Get on your knees, princess.” I lick my lips, still tasting him, and my clit throbs as I drop to my knees. With one hand still in my hair, he uses the other to open his belt and undo his jeans. “Take my cock out.”
I blink up at him a few times, then with shaky hands, I gently tug his jeans and black boxers down enough to let his cock out. My eyes widen. Addie never told me how big he is.Fuck.
“Open up, baby,” he rasps as he pushes my head toward it. I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as my eyes lock with his. “Fuck yes.” He groans as he rubs the underside of his head against my tongue, then slowly, he pushes it into my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair as he presses deeper, making me gag.
He uses my mouth how he wants, fucking my face to find his pleasure. And being used and controlled like this, like his little fuck-toy, makes my pussy ache. His cock moves to the back of my throat, gagging me. I try to push away, but he holds me there, forcing his dick deeper.
“Take it,” he grunts. “Take it, princess. Choke on me.” I swallow around him and his eyes roll back. His hips move forward and back in shallow thrusts, the head of his cock slipping in and out of my throat. My eyes water and tears drip down my face, mixing with the saliva pouring from the corners of my mouth.
Finally, he pulls out and I inhale a huge lungful of breath. His hand stays in my hair as he stares down at me with hooded eyes. I wipe my face with the back of my hand as I look between his eyes.
“Fuck, you look good on your knees, baby,” he says. I smile shyly at him and he groans. “Fuck. Get up.” He gently tugs on my hair and I stagger to my feet, unsteady in my heels. He bunches my dress up around my waist and lets out a low growl. “And you said you weren’t looking to get fucked tonight.” He grips the string of my thong on my hip. “These panties with that dress is you begging for it, princess.” He easily rips the flimsy, thin string and lets it fall to the floor.
I lift my arms as he pulls the dress off over my head. I stand in the middle of his living room naked, just my heels and jewelry on. His eyes travel over my body, his bottom lip between his teeth. I shift a few times, but hold my hands tightly behind my back and try not to cover myself.
“Jesus,” he breathes as he gently cups my breast. “I always wondered what you looked like naked.” He says quietly, his eyes glued to my body. “Always wanted to fuck you.” I try to keep my breathing steady as he slides his other hand to my other breast, groping both of them.
“Me too,” I admit and his eyes shoot to mine.
“Yeah?” He pinches my nipples and I gasp. He twists them, gently tugging them away from my body. “How long have you wanted my cock?”
“Since we were fourteen,” I say and he grins broadly at me, then laughs. Embarrassed heat rushes to my face and I lower my eyes.
“I’ve wanted you for that long, too,” he says and I look at him again. “Longer, actually.”
“Really?” I breathe and he nods, taking a step closer to me.
“Really.” He kisses me again, his hands dropping from my breasts to wrap around me. He holds me tightly to his chest, then rests his forehead against mine. He presses his lips to my forehead before he says, “Sit.”
I look behind me at the armchair and he lets go, taking a step away. I miss his body, his warmth, immediately, but sit on the edge of the chair, feeling awkward as he stares at me. His eyes lower to my breasts again and he runs his thumb along his lower lip, looking hungry.
“Put your legs over the arms and scoot your ass to the edge,” he says and I swallow hard. His brows flick up as he stares at me, waiting. Slowly, I lean back and lift my legs, resting them on the arms of the chair. His hands clench into tight fists as I scoot down, balancing on the edge.
I’m spread wide open for him, nothing hidden. More embarrassed heat rushes through me, blooming through my chest. I drop my hands to cover my pussy and he smacks the inside of my thigh. I let out a startled yelp, my eyes widening at him.
“Did I say you could cover yourself?” He growls and I shake my head. “Then put your hands behind your head.”
My breathing is ragged and too fast as I move them, locking my fingers together. He takes his shirt off, revealing his sculpted torso, then shoves his jeans down his legs, leaving his tight boxers on. His cock bulges from under the fabric, begging to be let out again. He kicks his jeans and boots off before kneeling in front of me.
