One Night Stand Page 8

  Once I finally had my shorts and panties off, he lifted himself so I could help remove his. His giant, thick cock sprang out fully erect and it was even bigger than I had remembered it being. Had it grown? I wondered in shock at his ginormous size. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and rolled it down his length. Our eyes locked on each other and we were already both breathing hard with hunger for one another. I raised my body over his cock and slowly lowered myself down, as his giant head penetrated my soaking wet vagina. I took him millimeter by millimeter, feeling stretched to the seams in a painfully pleasing way. I cried out the entire way down his cock and he remained still, his eyes rolling back as his mouth dropped open with a gasp. When I reached the bottom and had his entire cock buried deep inside of me, I slowly moved up, getting used to his size, before I started bouncing up and down with momentum. I couldn’t keep the moans of utter ecstasy off my lips. It was Heavenly, better than I remembered.

  “You are so fucking tight,” he grunted out, holding my ass as I rode him. “So, fucking wet.” he continued, his words only turning me on more and making me move faster and come closer to coming.

  “God, you feel fucking amazing,” he moaned. I felt an orgasm ripple through me so hard, that I could see stars when I closed my eyes. I came apart in his arms as he shot his load into me. My moans echoed through the small apartment. I only realized then how loud I had been. I normally would have been embarrassed but I was too busy coming down from my high. I rolled off him and lay next to him on the bed. Both of us stared at the ceiling as we lay panting from the mind-blowing sex we’d just had.

  “That was incredible,” he said first, breaking the silence. I nodded in agreement. He went to put his arm around me as if to cuddle but I sat up evading it. I got up completely naked and put my underwear back on and grabbed a baggy shirt, forgoing my bra. I was exhausted and needed to sleep now, if I was going to make it to clinical the next morning, which I had to do. Axel watched me, his eyes locked onto my every movement as he lay unmoving in my bed, his cock still rock hard and the condom still on it. I was almost tempted to get back on, if not for clinical which was only a few short hours away and I needed to sleep.

  “The bathroom is right here.” I pointed to the door on the right. He nodded, snapping out of it and got up, grabbing only his boxers. I watched him walk away when he thought I wasn’t looking and caught a look at his gorgeous bare ass. Fuck, I was in trouble. He was entirely too hot. Rock-hard and chiseled was apparently my type. Axel came back into the room, boner no longer showing, hidden beneath his tight and sexy boxer briefs. His hard and rugged chest remained bare and I tried my best not to stare at this sexy half-naked man in front of me. If there was such a thing as perfect, his body was definitely it.

  “I really have to get to sleep. I have clinical in a few hours,” I told him, hoping he’d get the hint and leave soon. I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and piss and came back to find his clothes still discarded on the floor where I threw them. Axel was sitting in my bed underneath the covers clearly not planning on leaving. Fuck. I didn’t know what to do and I felt like a complete bitch telling him to get lost. I was also too tired to get into it so instead I turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the rest of the lights before I got into bed beside him. What had I done? I wondered as I shut off the last light and let my head hit the pillow. Was the sex really worth it? I asked myself as his warm body pressed against mine in my small double bed. Yes, it definitely was. This was a small price to pay for the earth-shattering orgasms he had given me. I rolled onto my side, trying to create some space between us but he merely rolled onto his side spooning me from behind. Damn it, why did he have to make this more difficult, couldn’t it just be sex, why did he have to add cuddling and spooning into the mix. I didn’t want there to be any feelings, I just wanted raw and passionate sex. I didn’t want another relationship that would be doomed to blow up in my face again.

  “Night,” he whispered, his breath blowing against the back of my neck, making it hard to have this internal argument in my head.

  “Good night,” I whispered back, letting sleep take over me.

  My alarm woke me with a start. My head hurt. God what a strange dream I’d had, I thought to myself sitting up only to find resistance as a large arm was wrapped around my stomach. The memories came flooding back to me in a rush. It wasn’t a dream, what had I been thinking.

  “What time is it?” Axel croaked sleepily.

  “Nine a.m.,” I informed him, getting a groan in response.

  “I have to get to clinical but you can let yourself out when you’re ready,” I told him, peeling his strong arm off me. He held me firmly for a second and then kissed me softly on the lips when I turned to face him. Then he let go of me and let me get up to leave. That small kiss left my lips tingling and my stomach in knots. I ran to the bathroom to get ready and then peeked my head around the corner to check on him. Axel was sleeping peacefully in my bed now, fully sprawled out and taking up the whole double bed. He looked so comfortable and serene. I just wanted to crawl back in and continue sleeping with him. I mentally slapped myself. Get a grip, it’s just hot sex. You can do this. Do not get attached! I chastised. I ran to clinical, just getting there in the nick of time.

  “Good morning, Alice,” I said to one of the permanent full-time workers, who was also my supervisor.

  “Morning Leah.” She smiled, noticing my pink cheeks from my run over.

  “Late night?” she asked without judgment.

  “More like late morning,” I told her honestly. We were pretty close and she talked to me about her social life and goings on all the time. She laughed at that and patted me on the arm.

  “Good on you, girly.” She grinned encouragingly. The morning felt like it would never come to an end. By the time four rolled around, I was beat and just wanted to crawl back into bed. This made me think of just how I had left my bed that morning, with a ridiculously sexy man sleeping in it. I wondered where Axel was and if he was still at my place but I doubted he was based on the time. I walked back to my apartment slowly, nervous as to what I’d find and found myself holding my breath as I opened the door to my place. I entered to complete silence and walked into my room finding it empty. My heart dropped a little, with mixed emotions, until I found a single letter left on the kitchen table. I picked it up, my hands shaking slightly and began to read it.

  It had his number scrawled down on the bottom. I felt my heart beating faster as I reread it. I had never gotten a handwritten letter before. I’d been with Chris over a year and not once had he done something so romantic or sweet. I felt Axel melting down another one of the icy walls that I placed around my heart and knew this was bad. I couldn’t let him in and give him the power to hurt me. This was getting out of hand and I needed to end it now.

  Axel

  I STILL COULDN’T BELIEVE HOW my night had turned out. It felt surreal even now. I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face even as I walked to work.

  “Get lucky?” my buddy Julian asked me with a knowing smile. The thought of Leah riding the shit out of me nearly gave me a boner right there in the middle of the bar. Usually I’d have no problem dishing out all the details but with Leah I just didn’t want to, I wanted to keep them to myself, those intimate moments were mine and I didn’t want to share them.

  “I just had a good night,” I said, still unable to stop myself from smiling.

  “Yeah, you got laid, you horny bastard,” Julian chuckled, lightly punching me in the arm. Oh yeah, I did, I thought to myself and it had been incredible. Every time I had sex with Leah it felt like the first time, she made it feel like nothing I’d ever known. And I’d had sex with plenty of women over my time, which made it all the more unbelievable. Leah was so tight and wet and so responsive, that just putting my cock in her, I had to fight off coming then and there, I’d never felt anything like this before. I couldn’t get enough of her, I’d wanted to skip work and just have my way with her all day but neither
of us could do that. I had loved falling asleep with her in my arms and waking up that way. I’d slept like a baby, holding her soft, warm body close to mine. I’d never slept over after sex unless I was dating the girl but last night, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I’d just wanted to hold her. I think she was just as surprised as I was that I decided to stay, I was just grateful she didn’t kick me out again. I’d done that to a few girls in the past. I had hoped she’d text me and checked my phone again but still nothing. I hated clingy girls in the past but suddenly wished Leah was a little clingy, anything would beat how distant she could be. I really just wanted to see her again and wanted to hear from her, so we could figure all of this out.

  Three days passed and I still hadn’t heard from her, I’d debated half a dozen times just showing up at her place but I knew that would be a stalker move. I couldn’t help how crazy she was making me. Is this what I had done to girls in the past? I finally understood how they felt and regretted my actions even more. This felt absolutely horrible, I was going insane. Was she done with me? Did she just want sex? Was it over before it even started? Would she ever message me? Had it not been as amazing for her? God, I needed to get myself under control. I tried to distract myself from thoughts of her with work and when I wasn’t working by hitting the gym, working on my business plans and by binge-watching TV, but still it did no good. She hung in the back of my mind at all times with a giant question mark. By Tuesday, I was about to give up on her ever contacting me when my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number.

  Hey it’s Leah, I was wondering if you’d want to get together. She had messaged me. I released an unknowing breath. I felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off my chest.

  I’m free tonight. I quickly texted back and then felt like a loser for having messaged her back so quickly after I had waited for days to hear from her. I probably looked desperate to her. But my screen lit up again with a new message from her saying that would work and I banished all previous thoughts. I drove straight to her place, excitement speeding up my pulse.

  Leah buzzed me up and opened the door, wearing a pair of tight and sexy, ass hugging black leggings and a simple white cotton t-shirt. She looked sexy as hell and mouth-watering with her shy blush; I knew she didn’t even know it. She was effortlessly sexy. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun much like the first time I saw her, showing off her pretty face.

  “Hey.” She smiled a little nervously and let me in.

  “Hey,” I said back, stepping in and locking the door behind me, just as she had done the other night.

  “I’ve been thinking about you,” she told me, biting her plump bottom lip nervously; an action that only turned me on even more. My cock jumped to life in my pants at the sight of her and the sound of those little words. “I can’t stop,” she admitted, flushing even more.

  “Me too,” I told her genuinely. She closed the distance between us and put her small hands on my chest, holding me as she went on her toes to reach my lips. I bent the rest of the distance to meet her halfway and claimed her lips with mine. Sparks flew with the electricity of our kiss. God, she was amazing. Everything about her: her kiss, her touch, the feel and smell of her. I was completely gone for her. She pulled away as the kiss ended.

  “I never do things like this,” she told me, her voice small. I believed her and it comforted me. That explained why she had been so evasive, she didn’t know what she was doing and thought that all I wanted was sex. She would have been right in the past, but not now. “I really never do things like this,” she repeated through a moan, as I kissed her sweet smelling neck. “I’m really a good girl,” she told me, sending me over the edge with need.

  This good girl was anything but good, she was a naughty sex vixen and there was no way around it. To hear that she was only like this with me, that was the biggest turn-on of my life. I picked her up easily, she weighed as much as a feather and I carried her to her bed, where I could easily devour her. I gently laid her down and kissed her full pink lips, before I reached for the hem of her leggings, as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She sat there on her bed in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong set, breathing heavily as she looked up at me through hooded eyes.

  God, I was in trouble, just looking at her, I knew I’d break all of my rules if she asked me to. I peeled my shirt off slowly and then unbuttoned my pants, letting them fall to the floor before I slowly pulled off my boxers. I watched her expression the entire time, my cock sprang free once my boxers were off and Leah’s mouth parted slightly in awe, which only made my boner even harder. Even more blood rushed to my cock. Leah unconsciously widened her legs as my cock grew in size and that was the end of my patience. I needed her and I needed her tight little pussy now. I sank onto the bed in front of her and pulled the tiny string of a thong off her. I bent my head to kiss the glistening parted lips of her pussy. I had wanted to take my time worshipping her glorious, wet, hot pussy but her moans were too much and my selfish pecker won out.

  In one simple movement, I unclasped her bra so that her ample tits could spring free. I loved those gorgeous tits, her little pink nipples already tight and perky. I started to massage them and covered one with my mouth, sucking hard on the perky little bud. She moaned loudly again but this time pushed me away, something I hadn’t been expecting. I looked at her in surprise and saw the raw hunger in her eyes. She pushed me over with more force than I’d thought she had. I fell down on the bed with a light bounce as she grabbed a condom from her night table and ripped it open. Leah took my cock in her soft delicate hand and gave it one tug up the shaft, which was enough for a bead of come to glisten at the head, before she rolled the condom down. It felt incredible; I made a mental note to always make her put the condom on. She climbed on top of me and centered herself on top of my raging dick before she sat down, taking all of me in one fast movement. We both cried out in pleasure.

  She rode me fast and hard, it was too much, I couldn’t last very long in her tight little pussy. I tried to hold her down to slow her and make it last longer but she wasn’t having it, she bucked under my hands riding with abandon. She cried out loudly, as the walls of her tight pussy contracted multiple times over my cock, sending me over the edge, along with her as I released my load into her. Leah collapsed on top of me completely spent.

  I had never had a girl who could ride me like that, let alone have the most amazing pussy I’d ever felt. This girl put in more effort and was more responsive and genuine than anyone I’d ever been with. I realized Leah had only ever ridden me and she was always the one doing all the work thus far; that was something I was going to change. I’d never been with someone who never expected anything of me. All the girls I’d been with usually expected foreplay or for me to be on top, or at the very least to cuddle at the end. This girl expected nothing. I found myself with mixed emotions; I wanted her to want these things.

  I kissed her head as she lay on me but that just made her not so subtly roll over and sit up. Leah looked at me, her messy bun even messier and she pulled the elastic free, letting her long dark brown locks fall down her shoulders in waves. I found everything about this girl to be sexy and alluring. She looked at me with skittish brown eyes and pulled on her loose white cotton t-shirt, once again not bothering with a bra, she then pulled on her panties and black leggings.

  I simply lay there watching her, mesmerized. She tossed my clothes at me from the floor when I didn’t make any move to get them, breaking me from my trance. They landed softly on my chest and she left the room, giving me some time to dress. She returned to me still shirtless, with a glass of water in her hand. She gave it to me with a small smile as her eyes roamed my bare chest. Her cheeks pinkened adorably at having been caught checking me out and she quickly looked away. I grinned to myself taking a chug of water and decided to leave my shirt off a little longer, I enjoyed how shy she got.

  “I should probably eat something soon,” she said breaking the silence. I too was feeling qui
te hungry after that tumble in the sheets.

  “Me too,” I agreed. “What do you feel like?” I asked her. Her face turned to shock and I realized she had been expecting me to leave. I really didn’t want to, especially with a pussy that sweet. I was going to stick around for as long as I could. I feigned innocence.

  “I was just going to make a grilled cheese.” She shrugged.

  “Awesome, I love grilled cheese,” I told her, earning another look of surprise. She wasn’t going to get rid of me that easily.

  “Okay,” she said, looking out of place and walked into the narrow hall, opening the door opposite to the bathroom, revealing a tiny galley kitchen. There was barely enough room for the two of us to fit.

  “Can I help?” I asked, coming up behind her.

  “No, it’s okay,” she said, really smiling for the first time.

  “How do you feel about bacon?” she asked, pulling things out from her mini fridge, it looked pretty empty.

  “I love it,” I answered, getting excited. I was a carnivore and loved all meat.

  “Good.” She smiled and threw some in the frying pan and got to work. I watched her movements, each one graceful; as she sliced the cheese, got out the bread, set aside two plates.

  “So, what are you studying?” I asked, trying to make conversation and get to know her better.

  “Physical Therapy,” she said surprising me yet again. I had expected something like art or fashion. She must be really smart. I’d heard that program was very intense. “I have one year left after this,” she told me looking up from the pan in front of her.

  “That’s really cool,” I told her honestly. “Do you like it?” I asked, genuinely interested.

  “Yeah, I mean it’s challenging and a lot of work but I love it. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do, ever since I was a kid,” she explained. Wow, I couldn’t imagine knowing what I wanted out of my life at such a young age. Hell, I only figured out my career goals two years ago.