Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  He’s taller than everyone surrounding him. Even when he bends over and places his forearms across the bar top, he’s still towering over most of them. The blue button-up somehow doesn’t look geeky but rather like he’s come from the runway in Milan. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his hands are clasped in front of him.

  Well, hello tattoos…

  “No freaking way,” I gasp, garnering some attention from the people nearby.

  “What?” Sarah and Demi ask in unison.

  “That guy, Dickstagram, he’s here.” I gulp nervously. Shit, he knows it was me. He’s come to tell me off for playing with the state of his needy boner.

  “How do you know? Is someone walking around with their dick out?” Sarah laughs.

  “No, but in the picture, I saw a tattoo on his forearm. The same tattoo a guy over there has. Stop, don’t look,” I whisper-yell when they begin to turn around.

  “Why the fuck are you whispering? It’s not like he can hear you. How do you know it’s the same tattoo?” Demi questions.

  “Shut up, I’m nervous. I’m not sure how many people have a tattoo of a boat and compass. I didn’t think I’d actually recognize the guy or that he’d show up.”

  They ask where he is and I do my best to describe him as they both peek over my shoulder and gawk. “Way to look obvious girls,” I mumble.

  “Holy shit, he’s so freaking hot. I wasn’t expecting this. I can’t believe he came,” Sarah says dumbfounded.

  “Tell me about it. He’s expecting some bathroom nookie, you know. I don’t even like peeing in a public bathroom.”

  “I’m on it.” Demi goes to leave, but I grab her arm.

  “No way. We can’t talk to him.”

  “And why not?”

  “Because…”

  “What if he’s a good lay? He could break the dry spell, Carly.”

  Like that hasn’t crossed my mind. The man exudes raw sex appeal and a fuck I’ll never forget. Some guys you look at and have no idea what you’re getting into. This guy though, he knows how to use his God-given talents, I’d bet money on it.

  “Listen, I’m gonna use the restroom. Do not,” I point my finger at each of them. “For any reason talk to that man. Got me?”

  They nod their heads and I make sure to go the long way around the bar to avoid walking past him. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and I have a feeling he’s looking at me again. Watching me leave the bar area.

  Way to be paranoid, Carly. Not every man wants in your pants.

  I take a deep breath when I get to the bathroom and realize there’s only one person in line ahead of me who turns out to be waiting on a friend. We make small talk about our shoes and a few short moments later it’s my turn to use the facilities. I do my business, wash my hands, reapply my lip gloss in the mirror, shift the girls and fluff my hair whilst telling myself it’s not for bar hottie’s benefit. I have the door open an inch when it quickly pushes open. I’m whirled around completely disoriented. After my eyes finally open, my heart rate begins to quicken.

  “You don’t have to be scared of me. I’d never hurt you, Carly.”

  “What the…” Is all I can get out as warm lips slam against mine and his tongue slides into my surprised mouth. When I realize it’s bar hottie on the other side of the kiss I groan and sink further into him.

  But wait, what the hell am I doing?

  I break the kiss as he pulls back a few inches breathing heavily. He leans in again, but I shove his chest backward even though every fiber of my body yearns for his taste again.

  “Who the hell are you?” I yell.

  “The man that’s about to show you that the real deal is way fucking better than a picture.”

  I step out of the bathroom with my fingers rubbing my lips. They feel swollen from kissing the mystery man. I still can’t believe I made out with a stranger.

  The girls will never believe this.

  Sarah and Demi are in the same place I left them talking up a couple of guys and I can tell they’re flirting by Demi’s annoying giggle. Why do guys love the ditzy giggle so much?

  “Finally! We thought we’d have to come save you.” Sarah laughs and pulls me into the fold. “This is our girl Carly. Carly these are…the guys.” She either hasn’t gotten their names yet or forgot.

  “Sorry, but your man left. I was hoping he’d see you and fall madly in love.” Demi pouts her lips as one of the admirers stares intently at the gesture.

  “Darn,” I laugh. “Maybe next time.”

  She doesn’t know it, but I’m hoping to see him sooner rather than later. After the mystery texter kissed me silly and promised to see me soon…totally ominous, he walked out of the bathroom after ordering me to get back to my friends.

  There are no answers. I have no idea how he knows it was my phone he texted or how he’d link my phone to me for that matter. Plain and simple, somehow, he knows who I am and has been watching me.

  But that kiss. Holy shit I could have orgasmed from his tongue in my mouth.

  “Alright, let’s get out of here. It’s last call.” I try to round up my girls to leave. They end up exchanging numbers with the guys they were talking up. From what I could tell they were just their types. Boring realtors that need their egos stroked at least twenty times an hour. I couldn’t deal with that, but good for them because at least they were pretty to look at.

  When I exit the cab and say my goodbyes, I walk up the front steps of my apartment building. I should be drunk, but after the bathroom ambush I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Wrong Number and all the ways his tongue could please me.

  You’re sexually frustrated. That’s why you can’t stop thinking of all the ways his tongue can make you…

  “Jesus, get a grip,” I whisper to myself.

  I’m so tired when I walk through the door. I start stripping out of my clothes on the walk toward my bedroom and by the time I get to my bedroom, I’m in my panties with my hands at my back unclasping my bra. There’s nothing better than letting the girls free after a long day.

  I run through my nightly routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth before jumping in bed with just my panties and a tank on. The effort to grab actual jammies is too daunting.

  My eyes spring open as I’m jolted from sleep into the darkness of my bedroom. A knocking on the door has my heart beat quickening. That must be what woke me up, but who the hell would be here at…I roll over and see that my phone reads four in the morning.

  There’s a notification alerting a new text and when I swipe it open, I see the same number from earlier.

  The accidental texter.

  Open the door, Carly.

  “Oh, shit,” I mutter to myself. He’s here, at my apartment. Worry overtakes my body at the thought. What stranger shows up at a random woman’s house in the middle of the night?

  I quickly throw on my robe and trek across my apartment. My heartbeat accelerates further when my eyes meet Dickstragram through the door. Christ, even in the wee hours of the morning he’s gorgeous.

  “Open up, Carly.” His baritone floats through the door.

  My hand flicks the lock, but clearly, he’s beyond waiting. I don’t even have my hand on the knob before my door is being pushed open and in a similar fashion to earlier, my back is pressed against the door.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask breathless, feeling his body press against mine, his lips at my throat.

  “Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says between kisses.

  “But—” I try to argue, but moan at a particularly delicious swirl of his tongue at my collarbone.

  His head straightens before I’m sucked into his gaze. “Tell me to go and I will. If you can tell me you haven’t been thinking about me too, I’ll leave.”

  “How could I stop thinking about you?”

  His lips softly graze over mine. Once, then twice. His body dips and in the next moment I’m lifted in the air, him asking which way my bedroom is.
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  “Down the hall, first room on the left.” I’m surprised I can form a coherent sentence being in his arms.

  He lays me on the bed and follows me down. His giant body covering my tiny frame.

  “I don’t know about this.” The last inkling of doubt in my brain breaks through. “I just met you a few hours ago. How did you know where I lived?”

  “Does this feel wrong to you?” He planks above my body giving me his eyes.

  “If I’m being honest, nothing’s felt more right. I’m more afraid of what will happen after?” I’m speaking the truth. Every word. Sex and feelings go hand in hand for me. What happens once he gets what he wants?

  “Relax, I know you want this as badly as I do. We can have that talk later. I’ve thought about nothing but your sweet taste since I got a piece earlier. I need to know what the rest of you tastes like. Even if we do nothing else, tell me I can have a taste.” His tongue flicks at the column of my neck.

  I part my thighs in invitation, but he makes no play to lower his hand.

  “Say it.”

  “Please, I want you. Touch me.”

  It’s weird, but I feel like I can trust him. That he’d never hurt me.

  When the tension eases from my shoulders his hand creeps lower until the tips of his fingers reach below the fabric of my panties.

  He growls in my ear when his fingers dip into my folds. “Fucking soaked.” He nips the shell of my ear and plunges two fingers inside.

  “Oh, God,” I breathe.

  He pulls his fingers out and I whip my head toward him ready to beg for their return.

  “Eyes on me.” He slowly kisses down my body until his breath is felt on my thigh. I nearly combust when his tongue swipes across my panties. His fingers spread me wide, yet he doesn’t remove the fabric barrier. His tongue teases my most intimate area and I’m ready to scream with need.

  Unable to take anymore, I’m up and straddling his waist, his bare waist, and when I lean my ass back, I can feel the tip of his cock on my right ass cheek.

  How did I not notice he was naked? God, I’m oblivious sometimes.

  I run my tongue over the tattoo on his chest. When I get to his nipple, I suck it into my mouth and smile when he threads his fingers through my hair, pulling on the roots to the point of pain.

  “Don’t tease me,” he growls and forces me up to take his mouth. If I could kiss this man for the rest of my life it wouldn’t be long enough. If I were standing, my foot would be popped up out of sheer bliss.

  “No teasing?” I question with a shy look on my face.

  “No.”

  “Not even if I do this?” I raise my ass in the air and hover right over his hardness.

  “Watch out, baby, you’re playing with fire.”

  “Am I?” I ask, sucking his nipple back in my mouth.

  “Oh fuck…” He rips my panties from my hips and slams inside me in one beautiful motion.

  A sting from his slap to my ass is a sweet pain. I answer by lifting my hips in the air and dropping back down. His hands dig into my naked flesh, searing my skin as his head tips back in ecstasy. My hips rise and fall and he’s letting me know with every spank, every kiss, every groan how much he likes it.

  I’m riding him hard, staring into this gorgeous man’s face and nearly ready to combust. A face that leaves me mesmerized by the look of pure bliss on it, longing adoration. Some guys mask how they’re feeling in bed, too in their own head about what they’re doing. This guy has no qualms about showing me he’s enjoying himself just as much as I am.

  “Fuck, Carly. It’s like I’ve known you years instead of hours. We fit baby, can you feel it?” I nod my head unable to do anything else.

  My mystery guy sits up until our chests are flush, sliding impossibly, magnificently, earth shatteringly deep. My orgasm peaks out and announces its impending arrival and he knows it from the noises coming from my mouth.

  He grips my face and orders me to open my eyes. “Let me hear it. Call my name.”

  “Oh fuck…” I’m about to do just that, but come up blank. “I don’t know your name.” Shit, my orgasm is about to take over. There’s no containing it.

  “Vin,” he growls throwing me on my stomach and driving back into me.

  “Oh, right there. Right there. Oh Vinnnnnnnn….” I scream as the pleasure of my climax engulfs me. My hands find his ass and my nails dig in. His magnificent hips begin to buck and four thrusts later he’s groaning into my neck with a fist full of my hair pulling between his clenched fingers.

  That just happened.

  The single most erotic sexual experience of my life and it was with…a stranger.

  As we lay with labored breath, not saying a word, I can’t help but think about what’s next.

  “So…” I prompt, hoping he’ll take over.

  Vin turns over and props his head up on his hand. “I don’t know where this is going, but…”

  A phone begins ringing and I know from the melody that it’s not mine. Mine plays a cute little song and this one has the old fashion ring that’s annoying as hell.

  Vin jumps out of bed, swearing under his breath. He pulls his pants from the floor and grabs the annoyance from his pocket.

  “Yeah?” he answers, irritation marking his tone. He listens for a minute then looks my way. Eyes full of stone he says, “I’ll see you in ten.”

  Vin hangs up the phone then puts a knee on the bed, bending down to place a sweet kiss to my lips. “I have to go, we’ll talk later.”

  I’m too in my head wondering what this was and where it could potentially go that I don’t hear him walking toward my bedroom door. With a slam, I’m once again by myself. The conversation we were about to have left hanging.

  “You have cats?” I ask feeling the tingle in my nose. I’m highly allergic to cats, but I’m a woman on a mission and I’m not stopping until I reach the motherland.

  That’s why I’m at my dates’ house, who’s a complete dud by the way, in my pursuit to forget all about Vin. The man who rocked my world three months ago and disappeared into the night.

  Alright, time to get down to business. Clint is hot enough and I have high hopes he can pull me out of my funk. He’s been shooting me subtle hints all night. Stroking my palm, staring at my tits. It’s our third date and I’ve been telling myself it will all be worth it.

  Beggars can’t be choosers.

  Walking up to him, I pull his shirt apart as the buttons fly everywhere.

  “God, that was sexy.” He grips my ass and pulls me upward. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me down the hall to his bedroom. He’s slightly out of breath by the time we reach our destination, but the feel of his cock between my legs has me forgetting I’m too heavy for him to easily move around.

  Clint places me on my feet next to the bed where we quickly undress ourselves and jump under the covers. The tingles in my nose are getting worse and I just know the cat must sleep on this bed.

  After a quick make out session with mild fondling, he’s hovering over me and sinking slowly inside. Straight and to the point.

  He’s a little smaller than I’d hoped, but as long as he knows what he’s doing it shouldn’t matter. It starts off slow, then his thrusts get deeper and harder waking up my libido. Alright, I can get onboard with this.

  It’s just starting to get good when the prick of a cat jumps on the bed and eyes me. Just staring, trying to figure out what’s going on. Clint’s going to town on me and I know my climax is right around the corner. My toes begin to tingle making all thoughts of the devil cat leave my mind. Every thought overtaken by Clint’s mediocre thrusts. I’ll take mediocre as long as it gets the job done. It’s coming; I feel it in the distance. I raise my right knee and wrap it around his ass.

  “Right there. Harder,” I plead for him to pick up the pace. “Yessss,” I hiss when my body starts to tense.

  It’s at this precise moment the cat comes up and lies next to me and there’s no holding back. The pre
-sneeze breathing sets forth. All thoughts of orgasm taking a hike. Fuck.

  “Oh yeah, you like that, doll?” Clint thinks my sneeze face is my sex face… “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum.”

  For a solid 30 seconds, my eyes fill with water and spill down my cheeks, my nostrils flare and my mouth forms an O shape that partly opens and shuts. It’s starting to weird me out that he’s getting so into it when I’m clearly struggling. I have to fight off a giggle at what I must look like, when finally I can’t hold it back any longer.

  “It’s coming,” comes out of his mouth at the same moment my sneeze finally escapes.

  The cat runs away in fear as the force of the sneeze pushes Clint backward. His dick flies out leaving the condom still inside me, and the worst part? The sneeze must have contracted the walls of my vagina and since his orgasm started, he shoots at me like a fire hose.

  “My eye!” I shriek as some jizz flies inside and starts burning like a mother.

  “What the fuck?” Clint yells not knowing whats going on, still amidst the throes of his orgasm. Still thrusting but now just at the air.

  What does one do when in a situation like this? Get the fuck out of dodge, that’s what. I run out of his house so fast I leave my shoes and underwear. Anything to get away from the train wreck and that goddamn cat.

  I’m walking down the sidewalk wiping at my eye trying to clean it out and shoot a text to my brother begging him to come pick me up. He’s a police detective and usually patrols around this part of town. Prostitution is out of control apparently.

  How ironic.

  Calling him would be the last number on my list, but I’m desperate to get out of this neighborhood and he’s the fastest route.

  My brother’s cherry red sport car pulls up to the curb. He greets me with a joke about prostitution as I’m Googling the potential diseases I can get from getting semen in my damn eye.

  “Shut the hell up. I’m not a hooker.”