by Sabrina York
Internet is the bomb!
“Oh, I brought you a present.” She peeled his arms away, squeezed past him, and scurried back inside the room with an almost childlike giddiness. Her heart pounded with excitement at the idea of sleeping with her sexy stranger. This had to have been the craziest thing she’d ever done. Ever. Somehow, in the blur of desire, she got out her present for Shaun. She stood for a moment and savored the anticipation running through her veins. “Your profile said you liked a single malt.” She smiled and tossed the bottle of amber liquid on the king-sized bed. It landed with a soft thump.
“Ay, I do. Thank ya.”
“But I guess it was a stupid gift since you work in a bar.”
“Own.”
“Come again?”
“I own a bar.”
She smirked. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. I’m not interested in how much you make or anything.”
“Sorry, I know, I can’t help myself. It’s all I’ve got to talk about. Me bar. Bell’s Irish Pub in Soho, ya ever been?” She had, actually, but she’d never seen him there.
“I’m really enjoying learning all about your bar, and all, but....” Rachel stopped mid-sentence when the motto “actions speak louder than words” ran through her mind. She slunk over to him, wrapped her arms around his muscular neck, and planted her lips on his. He slid his hands around to her ass and pulled her close to him. His hardness, painfully obvious, poked into her belly and made her squirm in delight. She moved in, closer still, and concentrated on smoldering him with her best kiss ever. She wanted to please him, and wanted him to beg her for more. This was uncharted territory for her. Sex had been simply a necessity during the few times she'd tried her hand at relationships. This guy, though, was different. He made her feel like a woman. His immediate response trickled heat down into the juncture of her thighs. Already swollen and throbbing with need, she creamed the tiny G-string hiding in the crevice of her sex and ass cheeks.
No more wasting time. She’d had it with gentle. “I want you inside me, Shaun.”
“Condoms are in me overnight bag.”
“Too far away. I want you in me now.” She grabbed at him, clutching onto his shirt in fear she might combust if he didn’t quench her thirst that instant.
“Sounds good but...”
“But nothing. That’s what we’re both here for, right?” She slipped her hands up his crisp, cotton shirt and explored his ripped torso. Smooth and so very tempting. She wanted to lick every ripple, and every dip. Later. No time for that now. Consumed by thoughts of feeling him deep inside her, hunger led the way. She unbuckled his belt, yanked at the leather strap, and snaked it away. In a flash, she unzipped him. His pants fell to the ground and exposed a delicious delight—he was commando, his hardness jutting toward her. She wrapped her hand around his width without hesitation. The sluttiness of it made her smirk. Even more so when she could barely reach around his fullness. What a treat. He thought so, too, Rachel decided, licking the glistening drop of pre-cum off the tip of his cock. She swiped her thumb over his sensitive end, and she could have sworn she heard him purr. The guttural sound turned her on so much.
“Go get that condom.” Her words were barely a whisper, but he must have heard because he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants while stumbling back into the room. Seconds later he returned with a little square packet in his mouth, and naked from the waist down. He tore it open with his teeth. The instant he rolled it on, she slammed her lips on his, hoisted herself up on the bar table, and rammed him inside her. No gentle nudges or teasing inserts. It had been too long since a man had filled her, and never this much before. She buried her head in his chest, his manly scent mingling with the smell of sex driving her even closer to coming, and screamed out her ecstasy.
She planted her hands on his ass, slid away from his cock, and nudged herself back down on it.
“Don’t. I’m close.”
She pressed her pussy further down his throbbing hard on.
“Fuck me, Shaun. I want to feel your cock spasm in joy when it’s still tucked tight inside me.” She pumped him hard and felt his hips moving in rhythm with her. His shaft widened, warning of his imminent release, and she clenched her tunnel around his girth.
He tilted her head up. “I want to see ya face when ya come,”
She smiled and obeyed. She obeyed? “I can do that for you. Fill me up and grunt your pleasure when you explode. I want to hear and feel you come. Fuck me, Shaun.”
His movement slowed and became more driven until his sexual release detonated. Pleasure ripped through her and she tingled from her stomach down to her toes. Her orgasm exploded and every muscle in her body shuddered. She threw her head back and whimpered through the contractions.
“Shush,” he whispered, slipping out of her sex and cupping her mound with one hand, holding her close with the other. “I’ve got ya.”
Chapter Five
“I can’t believe we did that, and in public view.”
“Yeah, with my ass cheeks exposed to half of London.” She pointed toward the glass wall protecting them from falling off the balcony.
“So, you didn’t really explain before. Why a one-night stand?” She stood and straightened herself.
“For someone who booked one herself and hasn’t shared a single drop of information about herself yet, that’s pretty personal.”
“Sorry, prying is a bad habit of mine.”
“If ya must know, it’s because I make a terrible bachelor and I thought this might break me of me shy ways. Ya know? And give me some confidence to find a woman I could love forever.”
“You seem like you have plenty of confidence. And pft. Forever?”
“Well, until one of us dies.” Shaun shrugged.
“That’s not what I mean. Fuck, I guess it’s share time. Might as well tell you or you’re going to think I’m a bitter, twisted woman. My parents, well, they’re divorced. It wasn’t pretty, either.”
She wiped a stray tear away. Not wanting to stab a huge hole in her privacy, which she obviously hadn't meant to breach, he decided to not draw attention to her emotional state. “Why does it matter what I think?”
“My father fucked my mother over and cheated on her many times. Even had an affair with her best friend. My mum used to invite her out for day trips with us, ’cuz she felt sorry for her being a single parent and all. Bitch was shagging my dad the whole time.”
“Ya know, not all men are like that.” He rubbed her arm, unsure how to play out the situation.
“I know, but trust is easier said than done after seeing the damage he did.”
“Is that why ya here tonight?”
“Uh-huh.”
“To trust?”
“Yup.”
“Do ya want to trust me?”
“Yes.”
Hell. This means I have to take the lead. I guess this is what I wanted. Could the site have got it any better? She’s perfect for me. Kismet.
“Then take your clothes off. All of them.” He stood and forced back his shoulders like a soldier in line.
“But I’m starving. Can we order dinner?”
“Later. Now, I want you to strip for me.” No Mr. Tough Guy, Shaun struggled to keep up the power masquerade.
“No. I want dinner now.”
“Thought ya trusted me?”
“No. I said I wanted to trust you. Two very different things.” She poked him in the chest, her expression teasing and wanton.
“Crap, I don’t do this whole ‘take charge thing’ very well, do I? Please, let me show ya how trusting a man is worth its weight in gold.”
She didn’t say a word. Instead, she dropped her dress and stood before him in a sexy, pinched in corset. “You don’t mind, do you? I can take it off if you don’t like it.”
“I don’t normally like the color. On ya, though, it’s stunning. I’d still like ya to take it off, and ya panties. I want ya naked, so I do.”
She stripped with slow an
d teasing movements. He gazed at her beautiful, flawless body as she unclasped the corset. When she released the last hook, her breasts spilled out and rosy pink nipples pointed right at him. He wanted to kiss her from head to toe, and to lavish her in all that he could give.
“Your turn.” She giggled. He loved her laugh; cute, yet far from innocent.
“Who’s in control here?”
“You are.” She giggled. “Do you want me to call you Master, too?”
“Let’s not go that far. But ya can do as ya told and climb onto the bed.”
She did as ordered and positioned herself on all fours, her full ass staring at him, begging him to hurry so he could spank her peachy roundness. He rummaged through the overnight bag he foolishly let Devlin pack for him. He’d taken a quick glance, hadn’t had time for anything else, and had seen a box marked candles. And he had spotted the condoms. So he figured it couldn’t be that bad. How wrong he had been. One by one, he pulled out each of Devlin’s surprises.
Kama Sutra Massage candle? Erotic Mood Music? Flavored condoms? And what’s this?
“What you got there, big boy?” She purred.
“Erm, a blindfold, vibrator, and anal beads.” Way to sound like a sex fiend, Shaun.
“A regular at Ann Summers, are we?” If only she knew. Shaun had never stepped foot in any kind of sex toy shop. Ever. Hence, sending Devlin in for him. Best pretend ya know what ya doing, mister.
“Not exactly. A friend helped me out.” Can't help ya self, can ya? Way to keep up the expert facade.
“Some friend. You'll have to thank him for me. It is a him?”
“Devlin is a cheeky one, to put it politely, and I'm sure he'll be delighted when he hears his party surprises were a big hit. Oh, and it looks like there's flavored condoms as well as the regular kind from earlier.” Crap, boyo, why’d ya say that out loud? Ya gonna scare the wee lass off.
“Oh, flavored condoms? Never did get the point of those, I mean, isn’t the whole point of a BJ so you can taste your man?”
“Come again?”
“I will, if you get to work. It ain’t gonna happen all by itself.”
“That does it.” Shaun moved in behind her and brought his palm down to her ass, careful not to hit too hard. She squealed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt ya.”
“You didn’t. I liked it. Do it again.”
“So ya trust me?” He spanked her again, this time a touch harder, and she bucked and purred when he made contact with her fleshy ass.
“I trust you, for now. But hurry up and put that cock somewhere naughty.”
“That there is fighting talk, so it is.”
He stripped down in two seconds flat and didn’t waste time lighting the candle or ramming the CD in the hotel issue player. While both would do a great job at setting the scene, it now felt like they were starring in their very own porn movie. He made a note to thank Devlin for the extras.
“Put this blindfold on,” He ordered, “if ya want a surprise.” He wanted to put it on her himself. But knowing she had trust issues, it didn’t feel right to do so. Instead, he went to the bathroom to clean the toys with warm, soapy water as the packet had said for him to do. He hoped she would be sightless and under his demand when he got back.
He wasn’t disappointed. Still on all fours, she had done as requested. He smeared lube over the beads and eased them into her. As an anal newbie, he had no idea how much it would turn him on and drive him insane. He wanted to rip them out and shove his cock inside her tight little hole instead. His hard on throbbed with need already, and it had only been minutes since he’d come. Sure he would be able to perform again, and probably too soon if he didn’t grab hold of himself, he grinned.
When the fifth and biggest bead was inside her, he whipped on a condom, slipped inside her pussy entrance from behind, and plunged his cock all the way into her slick warmth . The bumpity-bump of the latex numbs rubbing against him through her thick layer massaged his length as he moved, and he couldn’t contain the growl that emerged from deep in his gut.
“Oh. My. God.” She gripped the sheets and wiggled under him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back in his control; slow and deep, taking it easy so he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Faster, Shaun, faster.”
“I’m ready to shoot a load. Trying. To. Slow. Down.”
“Then come here. I want to try out those flavored condoms of yours.”
“Not yet.”
He pulled out the beads, one by one, enjoying the thrill of her moans with the release of each one. When they were clear of her ass he rolled a fresh condom on and teased her forbidden entrance with his swollen end.
“I’ve never done that, ever. Not sure I....” She protested, her tone more a plea for him to continue than a request to stop.
“Tell me when it’s too much and I'll quit. Okay?” She nodded. “Can I? I mean, do ya want me to try this?”
“Uh-huh.” Her tight asshole gripped his cock and squeezed down on it. Still, he slid further in.
“I should stop. It feels too damned good, Rachel.” He slowly withdrew from her, his teeth gritted and his muscles pulled taught. It was all he could do to try hold onto his body’s need to scream out in bliss.
“Baby, I’m not going to last long either. What are you doing to me?” She wiggled her booty at him. “Can I take the blindfold off yet? I’m missing seeing your fit body.”
“Take it off if ya want.” He hated how easily she turned him on, and loved it all at the same time. She only had to speak and his cock would twitch in response.
He moved to her side and helped her out of blindness, kissing her on her neck before shifting back behind her to find new ways to please her and torture himself. First he kissed her left ass cheek, and then her right. Further up her back he went, gentle kiss by kiss. She tasted like honey and vanilla. He’d only have to throw in some whiskey and she would be medicinal. But there was no cure for what he had. Except her soft lips.
“Hmm, I want to feel you come up my ass. Where’s that vibrator? Ram it inside me, Shaun, I want to find out if you can feel the buzzing delight, too.”
“Got no boundaries, do ya?”
“I have huge boundaries, but you make me feel safe. I want to be bold with you, and to try things without judgment. Maybe that’s because I know it’s just for one night?”
This ain’t no one-night deal. Fate brought us together for a reason. He climbed up on the bed and knelt behind her before grabbing her long, red hair and pulling so she turned to face him. He leaned over and kissed her good and hard. He wasn’t going to fuck this woman. He was going to make love to her.
He slid his hard shaft into her Never Land again. The tight space dragged on his cock and brought him closer to orgasm. Deeper and deeper he went until finally she’d taken him all in. The suction was fucking marvelous and made him groan over and over. Shaun had to please her fast or he’d be spilling cum in her ass before she’d found release. He reached between their bodies and under her legs to enter her pussy with the slim, flexible vibrator. A flick of a switch and a buzz emanated from between her thighs and up into her sex where it penetrated to his cock. She grabbed the source of vibration from Shaun and began rubbing it up and down. The pulsations went straight to his sensitive, hard cock and made him lose control. In and out. Fast and hard. He forgot everything else and focused on his need to explode inside her. She came first, wailing and bucking beneath him. Her little sex sounds of pure bliss made him lose it and he let it rip, blasting his cum inside the condom.
She collapsed on the bed in a perfect spooning position. Exhausted and totally smitten, he curled around her.
Someone knocked at the door. “Room service.”
“Shit, I forgot. I ordered drinks and some dinner. I wanted to surprise you.”
“I guess you surprised yourself, too, then.”
“Uh-huh.” He whipped off the condom and slid into a pair of pants before racing to the door. “You covered?”
She snuggled under the crisp white sheets. “Yes.”
He opened the door to a uniformed waiter and a dinner trolley decked out with silverware galore. He had never seen such extravagance. His dinner usually consisted of a pint of Beamish and a packet of crisps.
“Sweet Irish Kisses and salmon en croûte, as ordered. Will that be all, sir?”
“Yes, that’s all.” Shaun rammed ten quid at the waiter who seemed particularly interested in Rachel in bed. He took the decadence filled trolley and shoved the perv out of the room.
“Sweet Irish Kiss, eh?” She propped herself against the headboard.
“It’s a cocktail. You like Baileys?” She smiled. “Then you’ll love this.”
He passed her a tall glass artfully monogrammed with Castillo and filled with his favorite cocktail. She took a sip, then a gulp.
“Yum. What’s in it?”
Shaun smiled, watching her enjoy the drink like a cat that got the cream, and imagined Devlin patting him on the back for a job well done. “Baileys and Kahlua over ice, topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. And the posh places will always top with a sprig of mint. I prefer to use a splash of mint liquor instead, though. You’ll have to come on over to me bar sometime. I make a mean Irish Kiss.”
“This is yummy. So, what’s for dinner? I’m starved. Salmon, was it?” She smiled, a film of creamy froth coating her delicious lips.
“Coming right up, me lady.” He fussed over her, plumping pillows for her to lean against and placing a tray on her knee so she wouldn’t have to get out of bed. He even stretched to spoon feeding her when she allowed it. He spoiled her rotten. And every time she asked for something extra, he raced to fetch it. Salt, no problem. A little mayo? Easy! She didn’t have to lift a finger, except to hold her knife and fork from time to time, and he was thrilled to think she enjoyed it.
Chapter Six
Rachel stirred from her deep slumber and opened her eyes. Dark unfamiliarity surrounded her. She tried to sit and get her bearings, but she couldn’t move. Panic flooded her until she heard a soft moan from behind her. Then she remembered. She’d fallen asleep in Shaun’s arms. Her one-night stand still spooned her and held her tight like they were long time lovers.
