“I WAS under the impression that you didn’t want to be one of my… ‘little whores’, was it?” October’s lips brushed against mine, and the only response I could manage was a raspy moan spilling from my lips as my back bowed up from the mattress. “Aren’t you, though… my little whore? Just for the night.”
I should have been embarrassed at how much it turned me on hearing him call me that. The way those three words had the power to send a shiver down my spine while simultaneously turning my blood to lava was concerning.
With his lips still skimming against mine, he slipped one hand underneath my swimsuit bottoms. My breath hitched, but I made it a point to maintain eye contact with him despite the nerves that were pooling in my stomach. I’d never felt insecure when it came to sex before, but there was something about doing this with October that made me anxious in the best way.
Like years of anticipation had been leading up to this climaxing moment—no pun intended. Yet, there was still a tiny part of me that questioned whether or not I was insane for sleeping with the man I’d despised for nearly half my life.
I wasn’t crazy, was I?
The doubt crept through my mind for only a moment before I was hit with the reminder that this was a one-time event. I wasn’t going to allow myself to feel guilty for giving into the attraction between October and I. Or for letting myself have one irresponsible night of fun that I so desperately needed right now. Then, tomorrow, when we woke up, we’d go back to our lives as usual—snide remarks, avoidances, and all.
Simple as that.
I shifted my hips forward wanting to feel the heel of his palm against my clit while he lined up two fingers with my entrance. My head pulled back against his pillows as he drove his fingers inside as deep as they’d go. October dropped down, placing his lips on my exposed neck and sucking hard making my breath catch as thrills ran up and down my body.
Fuck.
My eyes slammed shut and my inner walls clenched around him eliciting a warm, tingly feeling that spread all the way down my thighs and didn’t stop until it reached my toes. Meanwhile, his hot breath against my skin as he drug his lips along the side of my neck made my head spin. It was a full body experience.
Impulsively, I placed my hands on his hips and tried to tug him onto the bed so that I could get on top, but he didn’t budge. Somewhere in my mind drunken haze I must’ve forgotten that he had five inches and a hundred pounds on me.
Honest mistake, really.
His mouth brushed against the shell of my ear and the hum from his breath against my skin made me light up with excitement. “Not a chance, March. Out there I might let you get the upper hand, but in this bedroom, I’m in charge.”
“Okay, but what if we leave the bedroom? If we go back out to the pool can I—’
I could sense the smug smile on his lips as he nipped my earlobe with his teeth and thrust his fingers into me again, harder this time. It didn’t take long before he placed a handful of searing kisses down my neck and chest before pulling the triangles of my swimsuit top to the side and dropping his mouth to my nipple. He swirled his tongue around the peak while toying the other with his pointer finger.
I writhed beneath him, hot and wild. My only thought, though? How wrong it felt doing this in Scarlett’s old room. Sort of like I was defiling a sacred space, or like she had secret surveillance footage of what was happening in here or something. I mean, it’s nothing she hadn’t seen before, but still. It just felt… weird.
Of all the nights we’d spent having sleepovers in this bed, not one of them could’ve prepared me for this present scenario becoming reality.
“You’re thinking about how this used to be Scarlett’s room now, aren’t you?”
“How did you—’
“Like you said… I know you.” His cocky smile was one of the hottest things I’d seen to date, yet it was completely revolting all the same. However, my arousal decided to betray me and the cocky son of a bitch could feel it too. “Just relax.” The seductive stare he gave me while he whispered between my breasts made my skin irrupt with goose bumps.
October continued to work his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace and the pressure from his palm on my clit sent me into sensory overdrive. I slammed my eyes shut, soaking in the waves of bliss as my orgasm began to build at the base of my spine. But as I should’ve guessed, his rhythm slowed and my impending orgasm started to unravel right before me.
He slipped his fingers out of me for just a second to peel off my bikini bottoms while I untied my top and flung it across the room. I shot him a scowl and he let out a huffed laugh as he kissed down the center of my stomach.
“If you edge me one more time I’ll die.” My words came out commanding.
“So, you’re saying I should do it one more time… for good measure?”
I shot him a scowl, but his only response was a sly wink.
My breathy moans grew louder and my thighs began to shake as he slid his hand between my legs and entered me with two fingers again, circling his thumb over my clit this time. I tried to hold off my orgasm, hoping to bask in the pleasure filled high for a little while longer—which was only slightly ironic considering what I’d just told October.
“If you keep moaning like that, I’m going to start thinking you don’t actually hate me.”
“Your arrogance is…” I tried to finish the sentence, but he curled his fingers inside me, placing pressure on my g-spot and any thoughts I had were lost.
“Massive.” He finished my thought for me. “So I’ve heard.”
I clipped my mouth shut as he slid down, kissing along my inner thighs eliciting a round of crazed moans from my lips. After a few seconds, he stopped moving completely and part of me wondered if I was dreaming up this entire scenario and it was finally time to wake-up.
“Why’d you stop?” I lifted a brow in question.
“Whenever you stop making your little noises… I stop.”
“Do you really need your ego stroked that badly?” I scoffed.
“I need more than just my ego stroked, March baby.” The wry smirk that seemed to be permanently smeared on his face was intoxicating to say the least. “But you can help me with the other half after you come for me.”
After placing a few small kisses against my slit, he began flicking his tongue against my clit in fast movements. I could hardly breathe as he brought me right to the edge of ecstasy. All it took was a few fast flicks of his tongue against my clit before my back arched and the force of my orgasm rolled through me at lightning speed. My vision was clouded by little white fireworks as my thighs clenched around his head.
By the time I slumped back against the pillows to see his face, there was already a beaming smile on his lips like he’d won the freaking League Bowl or something. I tried to tell myself it was because he’s been sex deprived for at least a few weeks now, if not longer. Though, I had a tiny feeling it had more to do with the fact that he’d just seen me in my most vulnerable state, shattering against his tongue as he sent me to another planet.
“Stop smiling. It’s a turn off.”
With a grin still on his face, October shifted up toward my face and bent down to press his mouth against mine. He parted his lips and I slipped my tongue into his mouth to deepen our kiss.
This felt like some sort of wet dream that I never thought would happen. Five-year-old me would be thrilled that I was kissing my then crush, but sixteen-year-old me? She’d pull a disgusted face at me and list off all the reasons I was making the worst decision of my life.
Twenty-five-year-old me, though? She wasn’t sure what to feel.
Part of me was in shock that this was even happening. I mean, October and I hooking up? If someone would’ve told me that two months ago, I would’ve laughed right in their face. Meanwhile, there was another part of me that was too caught up in the thrill of it all to care.
Our tongues danced together for a long while as I caught my breath. My legs felt like noodles and my head was still spinning. As our kisses grew more frantic, I reached down to his swim shorts and briefly ran my hand over his length before untying the small tie and pulling them down his thick thighs. His dick sprung out from his pants and I had to fight a gasp as I glanced down.
“Lea was right.” I muttered under my breath.
“What’d you say?”
“Stop asking questions and grab a condom.” I shoved him off to the side where he flung his legs off the edge of the bed and pulled off his shorts the rest of the way.
I swallowed the knot in my throat, trying to act casual.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a prude by any means, but I hadn’t been with someone of that—Caliber? Horsepower? Magnitude?—before. Needless to say, October was not most guys and I wasn’t sure whether I should be excited about it or completely terrified.
“You good over there?” he asked, rolling on the condom he pulled out from the nightstand.
I hummed my answer, though I’m sure my widened eyes and my lips which were crushed into a thin line were a dead giveaway to how I was really feeling.
He leaned over to kiss me again, moving so his body was on top of mine. His warmth and the firmness of his muscles as he brushed the hair out of my head and cupped my face was comforting and tantalizing all at the same time.
“Are you sure you want this?” His tone was gravelly as kissing me softly. I nodded with a small smile. “Say the word and we’ll stop.”
I stared up at him with my best doe eyes, not saying anything for a beat. “Just so we’re clear, this changes nothing and I still hate you…” I muttered, and he kissed me hard before pulling back. “So much.”
October settled between my hips as his mouth recaptured mine, more demanding this time. He broke apart our lips with heavy breathing and a smug smile that made my insides melt. “Likewise. Now take this cock that you wanted so badly.”
With that, he drove his entire length into me on the first thrust and I gasped. Heat flushed my cheeks and I gripped his back tighter as he entered me again slowly, only this time my nails dug deeper into his skin as he gave me more of his length than the first time.
“If it’s too big for you we can stop now.” He paused, looking serious as he spoke.
I took a few deep breaths, adjusting to his size. So, maybe, just maybe, Lea was right about him being well endowed. More than that, really, it was somewhat baffling that he just walked around with that monster between his legs all hours of the day.
After a few seconds, my muscles relaxed and I regained my composure. “The biggest thing in this room is your ego.”
With a wry smile, October pulled out of me, leaving just the tip, then slammed into me so hard I saw stars behind my eyes. Instinctively, I dug my nails into his back once again which only seemed to make his thrusts more primal.
“I thought it was my arrogance?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
October worked his hips driving into me hard and I drew him in closer as I dug my nails into his back. It was hard not to wiggle underneath his touch with his body overpowering mine. Eventually we found our rhythm, and I switched my grip and began caressing the back of his neck, twisting his head slightly so that his ear aligned with my mouth.
Poor guy was only going to get this opportunity once in his life, so it only seemed right to drive him crazy by moaning directly in his ear. This way, he could think back on exactly how good he was making me feel, only to be hit with the jarring recollection that he’d never be able to do it again.
Oh, if only there was a mirror above the bed so I could see the smirk on my face right now as his large body engulfed mine.
“Enjoying my cock, aren’t you?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s the only part of you that’s slightly tolerable.”
He pulled out, teasing my clit with the tip for a moment before giving me all of him in one deep thrust that made my heart stop. “You consider this tolerable?”
That must be his signature move in the bedroom—making some cocky remark about how big he is and then reminding me of it when I made a snide comment in response. Kind of hilarious how vain he was if you stopped to think about it. Just another thing to add to my little black book of things to make fun of him for later.
If I could’ve managed words, I probably would’ve made some snarky remark back to him about how much of an arrogant jerk he was. But I was too overcome with a flame of emotions to even attempt trying.
“You look so pretty taking all of me like that.”
“Is that all you got?” I challenged, hoping this shove would be just enough to send me over the edge. “Fuck me harder.”
If there was one thing he did well in the bedroom, it was following through with orders, because he was driving into me so hard, I could practically feel my blood coursing through my veins right before I was hit with a soul shattering explosion that took over my entire body. October kept going as I rippled around him, but I didn’t think I could handle another one. Not with how powerfully the last one had hit me.
“I—”
“Take it.” Flames awakened in his eyes before he dropped down to capture my lips and whispered against them. “Pretty little sluts like you deserve it.”
There went those words again, sending a shiver down my spine, making me surrender to him completely as another orgasm slammed into me like a million glowing stars. His release quickly followed with a groan and he thrust into me a few more times as we caught our breath.
He was still inside me as we both stared at each other wide eyed and panting.
That really just happened, didn’t it?
Worst part was, it wasn’t bad. Nowhere close, in fact. Hell, I’d even go as far as saying it was a good time… okay, fine, better than good.
October rolled onto his back next to me and we both stared at the ceiling, catching our breath for a long while. The silence that passed between us wasn’t awkward—or maybe it was. I was too relaxed, my bones felt like they’d turned to liquid. I could’ve been melting into the mattress and I probably wouldn’t have noticed. Even the initial shock of what we’d just done had completely disappeared.
Sure, it felt dirty… wrong, even. But lying next to him right now? All I could think about was how much I craved having his lips searing against my skin again while his hands moved downward, skimming the sides of my body all the way down to my thighs.
I mean, if we were only going to have one night of fun… might as well make the best of it, right?
I twisted my head to look at him, but he already had his eyes on me, though I couldn’t quite get a read on what he was thinking.
“Want to go again?” I panted.
Before I had the chance to form another thought, his lips were locked on mine as his hand slid down my stomach and underneath the covers.
