Quite a few drinks later, I was in my dream guy’s arms as we fumbled through the door and into his hotel room. My body was practically ignited in flames from the exclusive elevator ride up, Mitch’s hands all over me while we kissed as old lovers reunited would.
He tasted so good. His cologne was keeping me steadily under his trance of needing this more than I knew. His hands were soft yet firm in pulling my arms above my head while his lips pressed along my neck.
I was trying to keep my legs from buckling under the way he was making me feel against the wall, his hard cock pressed against my stomach. This was going to be the best damn night of my life.
“Fuck,” he said, his teeth nipping at my hard nipples. “Your moans are going to make me fuck you before reinforcements arrive,” he said in a husky voice.
I ran my hands through his soft, tousled hair while his desperate hands found the delicate side zipper of my dress. My eyes were closed and probably should have stayed that way, but in another gasp of air, as I tried to control myself from coming just by the guy virtually worshipping my body in the way he touched and kissed my flesh, they opened.
“Holy shit,” I said, pausing in shock at the room we were in. “Are you the president or some prince from another country?” I asked, nearly killing the pursuit of the only reason I was in this extravagant—too big for one person—room.
He didn’t let it stop him. His hands ran down my sides as my dress fell into a pile at my feet. He kissed down the center of my stomach to my legs, his fingertips gently caressing the sparks of electricity his lips created as they trailed down the inside of my thigh to my ankle.
Damn, he’s good, I thought, leaning against the wall as he studiously took off each one of my heels. Then I was in his arms, his lips capturing mine again. His tongue aggressively found mine as we walked through this place that was larger than my dad’s house.
I was involved in his tasteful kiss, but my eyes were actively noticing the baby grand piano he carried me past. The floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led out to a ridiculously large sized balcony and the other unnecessary items that added to the importance of the person who would stay in a room like this were too hard to look away from.
He placed my ass on a bar counter, spreading my legs while he stood in between them. The next thing I knew, my strapless bra was off while he nipped and sucked softly against the flesh of my neck, using his fingers to roll my hard nipples between them.
My head fell back, legs opening further as I allowed him to swallow me up, body and soul. The throbbing between my legs became painful. My body craved this man as he woke up every last cell of pleasure throughout my entire body.
“As much as I appreciate your sexy ass in this thong,” he said, his fingers pulling against the sides of it, “I’m not a fan of it concealing the one part of your body I’m going to make sure is fucked until the sun rises.”
His eyes were dark and his face sexier than ever before—I didn’t think he could get any more handsome.
An enchanting tone serenaded through his hotel room. That’s when I saw the devil in this man’s eyes as he smiled. He teased my chin with a quick kiss, stepped back, and the hunger in his eyes as they roamed over my fully exposed body had me nearly climaxing by his expression alone.
“Give me a second,” he said, and then took off in the direction of where the grand piano was positioned in the center of the living room.
With this second of reprieve, my brain began firing back up and started to work again. I looked over to find my thong torn and cast aside on the counter.
How did I miss that, I thought, wondering when he managed to tear the underwear from my body.
Now that my brain was taking back its control, I was feeling a bit vulnerable and quite fucking stupid, sitting on some bar counter completely undressed.
I slid off the counter, not knowing what the fuck to do. That’s when I noticed him walking back in with a box of condoms. “What the hell?” I asked, laughing as he placed the box on the bar.
“Until tonight, that butler was just a fucking nuisance,” he said, gripping my waist and hoisting me back up onto the counter. “Wine?” he asked, his eyes softer and more humorous now.
“Yeah,” I answered, grabbing his silver bowtie and halting him from leaving my naked ass on the counter again. “But I’m not going to be the only one sipping wine naked.”
He smirked. “I can’t help it if I’m better at removing clothes than you are.” He arched his brow at me. “Get to work,” he said, stepping back, arms up, giving me full access to undressing him.
I needed that wine. I’d been out of commission in the sex department for far too long. Since before Mom died two years ago—at least. I had to absorb the confidence pouring off this man, and that’s precisely what I did to keep a steady pace at undressing him…slowly.
Beneath his shirt were strong abs that highlighted his tanned and soft skin. His muscles were what artists created—what models worked hard to achieve to make the front page of a magazine. He was a god. There was no doubt about this.
He licked his lips, his white teeth gently covering his bottom lip as he watched me take in the beauty of his perfect body. He reached for the button of his pants—I was obviously going way too slow for his plans—but I batted them away, seeing the veins in his biceps popped and lining his arms in a way that carved out his unimaginably perfect-sized arms.
After his pants fell to the floor, I fought against his hard cock to free it from the boxer briefs he wore. Fuck me now, I thought, seeing the size of at least nine or more inches that my dripping wet entrance clenched in response to.
I instinctively dropped to my knees, running my hands down his muscular legs, and couldn’t resist licking his perfectly groomed balls. Both of his hands reached forward as he groaned, and his dick bounced in reaction to the first time I found a man’s testicles sexy and tasteful.
“Goddamn,” he breathed out. “Suck my cock,” he pleaded with me.
Enjoying the fact that he was at my mercy, I played further into what I knew he was struggling with. He was the one groaning in pleasure now—and I was the one controlling whether or not he’d cum before he got a chance to use the condom box that he somehow managed to send for.
I had no idea who this man was, but to be in a place like this and from what I could gather, he was one important individual. The lack of knowledge both of us had of each other made this even more pleasurable to me. I didn’t want to know any more than I already knew, and he wasn’t going to know anything other than possibly questioning whether or not I was virgin after not having sex in a few—very long—years.
I licked under his length, my tongue capturing the precum dripping from his tip. He pulled my hair into his fist, and I was only halfway down his length before I could swear he made a grunting sound of coming in my mouth. In that same moment, his cock was pulled from my throat, and in a swift motion, Mitch used all the glorious muscles I was previously worshipping to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossed my feet at my ankles, and graciously accepted his hard and desperate kiss.
He laid me back onto his bed, covering my body with his, and framed my face with his hands. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting off before you, Ash,” he said.
His mouth was on mine, both of us kissing aggressively while his hand slid down to my soaking wet entrance. “You’re so wet,” he said, pulling away and kissing along my breast.
I reflexively tightened beneath him after he slid his fingers inside me. His forehead fell to the center of my chest as he gently slid his fingers in and out of my pussy. He seemed to be breathing along with the motions that were working on loosening up the sadly-neglected-for-too-long slit between my legs.
“You,” he breathed out huskily, “are so,” exhale again, “tight,” he managed while licking along the outside of my breast before bringing his eyes back to mine.
I went to answer his seductive eyes, but arched my back and bucked my hips against him when he turned his fingers and started massaging my G-spot.
“Oh my god,” I said, coming all over his hand after only a few strokes to the spot my past two boyfriends could never find—nor did they consider looking for either.
“That’s fucking right, Ash,” he said breathlessly. “You’re so tight and wet,” he exhaled. “Please, tell me you’re not a virgin.” He chuckled.
“I think you can easily tell I haven’t fucked a guy in a…” My breath hitched when his thumb began making swirls over my clit. “Oh my god, I’m going to fucking come again.”
He smirked. “Like I said, all night.” He sucked my bottom lip as my body went into another spasm of glorious pleasure. “And I’m taking you up, Annie Position, on what I wanted to do to you since hearing that fucking name at the coffee shop.”
I closed my eyes, trying to ride the ecstasy of coming from this man’s perfect touch, my flesh responding to him as if he were some kind of a sex god.
“Your turn,” I said, grabbing the box of condoms that made it to the room with us.
I manipulated his body to lie on his back while I tore a condom out of the box. He pulled his hands up and clasped them behind his head. His confidence was about to be shaken.
“Roll it on.” He lifted his chin with a sultry grin.
After putting the condom on, my pussy aching for this massive cock, I slid myself down onto him. Mr. Confidence practically choked, eyes rolling back, and his hands were instantly firm on my waist. When his eyes reopened, his hungry expression was almost dangerous.
“Holy hell. Fuck. God. Shit,” he pretty much chanted out every cuss word in his vocabulary while I slid myself up and down his length.
His hands came up to mine, and he intertwined our fingers. “You like that?” I arched a brow at the sexy god who was at the mercy of my tight pussy.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he used that strength to flip me onto my back, my palms still pinned under his while he pumped harder and faster into me. “Tell me you can come with me like this,” he begged.
As soon as I reached for my clit, wanting to come with him, he pulled out of me. “No fucking way, that clit’s mine tonight. Turn your ass over,” he ordered. “You’re coming while I ride that G-spot, angel.”
He lined himself behind me and smoothed his hand over my lower back. “Arch that ass into me,” he said, and I did.
“Yes,” I screeched when the sensitive part inside me felt his thickness spreading me apart while it massaged along my G-spot. “Oh…my….” I breathed and bit into the pillow as he ran his fingers over my clit, fucked my G-spot, and used his other hand to rub my nipple.
He started pumping himself deeper and thrusting harder into me. His dick practically felt like it was in my throat with how hard and long he was fucking me. His groans were raspy and breathless until he made a loud grunt of pleasure before his hands caught himself on each side of me, his hands balling the sheets up into his fists. He slowly moved in and out of me while kissing the back of my neck and over my shoulders.
He eventually pulled out and flipped me over. He gently caressed my breasts, kissing my arm while I caught my breath, still horny as fuck. I hoped he meant what he said by fucking all night because we hadn’t even begun to curb the pleasure that I hadn’t realized I’d neglected myself of in far too long.
“That was a lovely introduction to what we’ll be up doing for the rest of the night,” he confirmed my internal wishes.
“Oh?” I smiled over at him, his knuckles coming up to massage along my jaw. “What’s next on your agenda?”
“To fucking marry you so we can do this for the rest of my life.” He smiled.
“I heard the nervousness in your voice, asking if I was a virgin,” I teased.
He pursed his lips. “You didn’t feel like you’d ever been fucked.”
“That’s because it’s been too long.” I sighed.
“Then I am about to take great pleasure in fucking that hot pussy back to life again.”
“You think you can handle it?” I giggled.
“It’s sort of what I do for a living.” He brushed his finger over my nose.
“Oh?” I looked around the grand room. “I didn’t realize a gigolo made this kind of money.”
He rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on, and then he walked in—literally with the fucking light of the moon peering into the room, spotlighting his perfect body and dick that I was still shocked I was able to take as easily as I did.
“Get your sweet ass in here, angel,” he said, pulling me from the bed and throwing me over his shoulder. “Round two starts in the shower and I’m going to suck that dripping wet pussy dry.”
I met his mouth with urgency and excitement when we entered the large shower. “And I’m going to drink every last ounce of cum out of your hard cock.”
He pulled away with a glint of humor in his eyes. “Thank fucking God that you spilled that drink on me,” he said, soaping my body up, “and that fate did see to it we ended up just like this.”
I turned to him, more serious. “Don’t get too attached.” I smiled. “It’s just one night. We’re just strangers enjoying fucking and the fact that the universe made sure we wound up in this position,” I said.
He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “If it’s just one night,” he said, “swear to me we don’t stop fucking until the sun comes up.”
“I’m down for that,” I added.
That’s when I spent the entire night in the arms of the man of my dreams, fucking all over that massive apartment hotel room, and wishing I had never snuck out when I heard him breathing deep in sleep by the time the sun peered through the curtains. As my Uber drove away from the luxurious hotel, I chewed on my nail, wondering if I should have left my number. I knew I was never going to have it that good ever again.
I glanced at the time. I was pressing my luck with the boarding time for my plane anyway. Shit. Well, fate did lead us together more than once, and I not only had the best sex in my life, but I strangely found myself being rescued by the man who seemed to keep popping up from out of nowhere on this crazy weekend in San Francisco.
Time to get my head straight again. I had to get home and get rejuvenated after this man worshipped my body all night long. For the first time in too long, I felt alive again; like anything was possible. I felt like pursuing my dreams of art more than ever before. I would go home and return to my paintings and sculpting as I did back when I was happy and wasn’t stuck in the grief of my mom’s death.
Sure, it was a one-night stand—but it was also more than that. Whether he meant the words he said or not, I felt beautiful again…like I was worth something again. There was something about this Mitch guy who called me his angel—or at least that was my fuck nickname for him throughout the night. There was something more than just getting fucked that woke me back up again. I’d been on autopilot this entire time since losing mom.
Until now, I hadn’t realized I let myself die with her. I would never forget Mr. Gorgeous and how he oddly saved me with each interaction we had this entire crazy weekend. Part of me wanted to miss the flight and spend the whole day in bed with him like he’d begged me to before we both finally fell asleep in each other’s arms as if we were the bride and groom from the day before.
No. I have to keep my head on straight. It was one night. The guy was obviously a player, and there was no way I was entering into some strange fantasy that anything more than sex with him could work. I didn’t need a train-wreck relationship. I needed to get moving again now that I was jumpstarted back into a life that I’d closed myself off from.
There was a whole world out there I’d blocked, and doing something daring and sexy like I did last night was pretty much my swan dive back into life.
