Box of 1Night Stands: 17 Sizzling Nights

by Sabrina York

  She didn’t move, still frozen to the spot. He needed to pull out the big guns.

  “See my hard as titanium cock.”

  She gasped.

  “See the way he twitches, and weeps.” He saw the slight nod of her head. “That’s his way of telling you he’s excited.”

  She ground her hips against his chest, accompanied by a porn star scream. A shudder shook him from head to toe.

  Fuck, yeah! Now we’re getting somewhere.

  “Touch him,” he urged. “Show him how much you want him to feel good.” After what seemed like eons, her soft hand wrapped around his straining erection.

  Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!

  Her gentle, unskilled caress felt a million times better than anything he’d ever experienced. Being patient, he let her explore and find her way. Her soft ministrations turned into firm strokes and soon he begged her for more.

  “Holy fucking hell!” he cried out when, without warning, the wet heat of her mouth encompassed the head of his dick. But as quickly as the heat appeared, it disappeared. “Why did you stop?”

  She glanced over her shoulder at him, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. “I thought I did something wrong.”

  Dean wanted to find the person who had made her so insecure and beat the ever-loving crap out of him. “Oh no, baby not at all. It was so good.” His dick bounced against his stomach, echoing his sentiments.

  A giant smile appeared on her face at his praise, warming his heart. As she went back to sucking him, he tapped her on the butt. “Baby, put your pretty pussy on my face. Let me make you feel good, too.”

  This time his voluptuous beauty wiggled her hips until she was riding his face.

  Pure heaven.

  Eager to please, he drove his tongue in, fucking her hole while rubbing her clit. The vibration of her moans sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him. Like a never-ending circle of increasing bliss, each exchange sent him to new heights.

  Though he wanted the ecstasy to last forever, all too soon his tightening balls signaled his imminent climax. From the way Sally bucked her hips, and her constant sounds of gratification, he suspected she was also close.

  Hoping to give her an orgasm to remember, he moved his tongue to her clit and then inserted two fingers into her pussy, searching with a desperate need for the place that would send her soaring.

  She sat bolt upright, a sexy as fuck scream echoing around the room. Found it! Wanting her to come on his face, he kept up his thrusts, making sure he made contact with the special little spot. About a minute later, he received the reward he’d desired.

  She sat up and shook with her climax, her juices flowing into his waiting mouth. “Oh fuck, Dean.”

  A tidal wave of ecstasy struck him, his ejaculate covering his stomach.

  With a sigh, his beauty collapsed on the bed next to him.

  Me, too, baby, me too. He’d been with more than his fair share of women in his life. Not one of those encounters, however, even came close to what he’d shared with Sally.

  Rolling over to cuddle into her, the wet and sticky sensation on his stomach, reminded him they needed to clean up. He moved off the bed and sauntered into the bathroom.

  Heading back with an extra cloth for Sally, he froze at the sight in front of him. She held her hand covered in his spunk in front of her face, gazing intently at it, as if the substance held some kind of special power. He fought to hold back a groan when her pink tongue popped out to take a lick.

  He laughed at her startled expression.

  A sexy blush covered her face and chest.

  “Don’t worry, curiosity got the better of me one time, and I agree with the nose scrunch.” He threw her the cloth. “Here.”

  “Thanks.”

  He climbed in bed. When she finished cleaning up, she lay down beside him, a blank stare on her face. Pulling her to cuddle into his chest, he asked, “So what did you think of round one?”

  “Round one?” she squeaked. “I thought we were done for the evening.”

  “Oh, baby, I am not even close to being done with you.” A myriad of images of all the delectable things he wanted to do to her popped into his head. She shivered, and he hoped it meant she anticipated round two.

  “Sally?”

  “Hmm,” she mumbled.

  “I was hoping we could maybe revisit my question from earlier?”

  She glanced up at him and nodded her head against his chest.

  “So, how is a woman as lovely as you still single?” He regretted his words when a mask of sadness shadowed her face. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

  Sitting up a little, she moved to face him. “No, it’s all right. Seeing as the story is related to the reason I signed up for this one-night stand.”

  More curious than ever, he listened with rapt attention.

  “Everything started back in college….” In monotones, she told him about her first boyfriend. How he used her and abused her trust, making her feel unworthy of love.

  Never had he wanted to hurt a person more than he did the stupid boy who had killed her already dented self-esteem. His heart ached to realize the stunning beauty in his arms hadn’t been with anyone since. He wanted to thank all the stupid men who never made an effort to get past her walls because he got to reap the benefits.

  “After my friend Jodie suggested I try Madame Eve’s service, I decided why not give it one last go to find out what all the fuss is about before I settle comfortably into my spinsterhood.”

  She sounded like an old maid ready to be put out to pasture. She is nothing of the sort. Barring a cataclysm, he’d prove that to her before the night ended.

  Chapter Five

  Dean’s expression morphed from a scowl to a grimace and then a grin as she told him her story. She’d expected him to realize what a lost cause she was and get up and leave, but he hadn’t. Instead, he’d pulled her in tighter and stroked her back. It felt wonderful and almost made her forget…everything!

  Finished speaking, she was shocked to see him leering at her.

  “Baby, I don’t know what fools you’ve met, but they obviously had no idea what kind of treasure they let get away. I know how wonderful you are, and I plan on spending the rest of the night showing you.”

  His lips collided with hers in a fiery kiss. Her pussy burst into flame, a storm of desire raging within.

  One minute she cuddled into his side, the next she straddled his hips. For a moment, panic rose from within. However, his hands caressing her back and his hard cock nestled against her pussy eased her irrational fears, replacing them instead with intense pleasure. Their mouths and tongues met again doing a dance as old as time.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his kisses down her neck toward her heaving chest.

  Sitting up to give him better access, she rocked her hips back and forth along his erection, in desperate need of some friction to ease the ache between her thighs.

  “Oh, fuck!” they cried at the same time.

  Dean threw his head back his long low groan vibrating through her. “Protection,” he groaned.

  At first, she didn’t get what he meant but then it dawned on her. “Where?”

  “My pocket.”

  She glanced around, annoyed when she discovered his pants on the other side of the room.

  “What is that pout about?” he asked in a light but husky tone.

  “They’re all the way over there.”

  “You’d better hurry up then.” He gave her a slap on the ass and laughed.

  She jumped up and darted over to his pants. After fishing around in various pockets, she pulled out a full strip of condoms.

  “Somebody was hoping to get busy tonight.” She spun around to see him sitting on the bed eyeing her like a starving man ready to devour his dinner.

  “You can never be too prepared. Now get back over here so we can set about using them.”

  Moving swiftly to the bed, she tore one of the packages of
f and passed it to him to put on because she had no idea how.

  Though a little sad to see his gorgeous dick disappear into the latex, it excited her at the same time, because it meant he would be buried deep within her all that much sooner.

  “Fuck, that is so sexy, don’t stop,” he said.

  She looked around not understanding what he meant. Until she realized, while she’d been ogling him sheathing his cock she’d move one of her hands down between her legs.

  Oh my God! I’m playing with myself in front of him.

  Her skin heated in embarrassment. She still however rubbed her clit, enjoying the lascivious way Dean stared at her. Soon the heat coursing through her turned to full-blown desire.

  “Jesus, you minx. Get over here.”

  She didn’t argue his command but knelt by his side. Unsure where he wanted her, she waited for his instruction.

  He tapped his lap. Happy to oblige, she straddled him, his dick pinned between their stomachs. She rubbed against his length, enjoying his delicious groan.

  She expected him to lie back down but he didn’t. Placing one hand under her butt, he lifted her a little, while his other lined him up with her entrance. As the tip slid in, she cried out, overwhelmed by satisfying filled-to-the-brim sensation. She wanted to impale herself on him, but Dean held strong, stopping her.

  “Patience, baby, all in good time.”

  Sally pouted. “Please!”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained.

  The semi-rational part of her brain accepted his explanation, but it didn’t help quell her yearning any. Inch by agonizing inch, he lowered her onto his erection. After an inordinate amount of time, her hips were flush with his, his length completely inside her.

  So full!

  Her heart beat so wildly in her chest, she feared it would jump right out. Her vibrator paled in comparison to the utter bliss of Dean’s cock filling her.

  She waited for him to make a move. When he didn’t, she swiveled her hips to see what it would feel like. A white-hot bolt of pleasure shot from between her legs.

  “Holy fuck!” Had the words come from her or him? It didn’t matter.

  Growing a little bolder, she moved again, lifting a fraction before sliding back down to meet him with a slap

  “That’s it, baby, ride me.”

  Feeing like a wanton sex goddess, she let go of the last of her inhibitions and rode him like there was no tomorrow. A twinge of sadness registered. She’d agreed to the one-night stand, but she never expected Madame Eve to find a man she could picture having a life with.

  Dean’s tugged on one of her nipples reminding her the night was still young. Every little caress and lick on her hardened peaks ratcheted up her desire.

  “Oh God….so good,” she moaned as she changed the angle of her pelvis trying to get some more pressure on her sensitive nub.

  She hovered on the precipice of something amazing, but for some reason she couldn’t quite get there. Hoping to add a little friction on her clit, she reached between their bodies.

  No sooner had she applied the barest of pressure than ecstasy akin to a nuclear bomb detonated inside her. Wave after wave hurtled through her, white spots exploding in front of her eyes.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  From somewhere in her haze of bliss, she heard Dean talking. “That’s it sexy lady, come on my cock.”

  As the last surge of euphoria left her, she collapsed in an exhausted but satisfied heap in Dean’s arms.

  Mesmerized by the stunning beauty in his embrace, Dean replayed the image of Sally as her climax overwhelmed her. He’d never seen anything more amazing. When her walls contracted, he’d been glad he’d already come once. He wanted her to experience as much joy as he could deliver, and that meant delaying his own.

  After giving her a minute to catch her breath, he thrust into her exquisite heat.

  “Oh!” she yelped, wide-eyed. “But….”

  He snickered. “Did you think we were finished?” If he’d blinked, he might have missed the imperceptible nod of her head. “Not even close. On all fours. Now.”

  He sounded far more demanding than he’d intended, but as she scurried to comply, he made a mental note to use that tone again.

  Moving behind her, he groaned at the sight of her beautiful ass on display for him. With a swift, firm plunge, he entered her.

  “Oh, shit!” Sally cried.

  “Are you all right?” Had he hurt her?

  “Yeah, just a little sensitive still.” The way she wiggled her butt let him know it didn’t bother her that much.

  Unable to wait any longer, he pulled out then thrust back in, setting a hard and fast pace. The slap of his hips against her ass, mixed with the cacophony of moans falling from her lips, was music to his ears.

  “Oh, fuck, not again!”

  He didn’t even have time to process what she meant before she shook with her release. He used every ounce of will power not to blow his load. Though the temptation to surrender to the amazing feeling was strong, he wanted his first time coming inside her to be face to face.

  “Turn onto your back,” he ordered.

  She did as he asked though slower than he wanted. “But how are you still…?”

  “Hard? Believe me it is not without some effort.”

  Kneeling between Sally’s thighs, he slid home again, groaning at the slickness of her sex. Wanting to be closer to her, he rested on his elbows. “Is this okay? I’m not too heavy for you?”

  “Perfect,” she replied, hugging her legs around him.

  He thrust into her depths. His mouth met hers, his tongue mimicking the action of his cock. Of all the women he’d loved in his life, never had he experienced a connection such as the one he felt with Sally.

  In an effort to see if he could bring her to her peak one more time, he tilted his hips a smidgeon, trying a different angle. The string of expletives she yelled let him know when he’d found the right spot.

  “Open your eyes,” he pleaded.

  He needed to see her, see the emotions play across her face. Out of nowhere, his orgasm exploded, ecstasy hurtling through every part of him. Sally’s walls contracted around him and her cries of euphoria drove his climax on.

  As the last waves of ecstasy ebbed, he glanced down to see his beauty grinning, her eyes closed. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

  “You’re more than welcome.” He brought his mouth to hers in a chaste but emotion-filled kiss.

  By the time he’d disposed of the condom and returned to bed, Sally lay sound asleep. Crawling in behind her, he, too, surrendered to exhaustion, hoping to get a few hours of rest before a repeat in the morning.

  Chapter Six

  Ugh!

  Sun shone through the windows, waking her up far earlier than she’d wanted.

  Why is it so bright? And why am I so sore?

  Images of the night before flooded her mind. Rolling over, she smiled at the broad, muscular back of Dean. Even in her exhausted state, a tingle of arousal throbbed between her legs. She’d never known making love could feel so good. Even though her brain told her, they hadn’t made love, her heart begged to differ. It’s not just a one-night stand.

  A pang of disappointment hit. The sexy man beside her had awakened her confidence and self-respect. She would never go back to being a doormat like she was before. Madame Eve had provided her with an amazing, life changing night.

  Her watch read a little after seven in the morning. She slid out of bed, and found her bra and dress on the floor. Her panties were nowhere to be seen. Though she would have loved to wake Dean up and go another round, her fear everything would be different in the cold light of day stopped her.

  In the bathroom, she switched the light on and almost didn’t recognize her own reflection. With her hair a tousled mess and her skin glowing, she looked thoroughly fucked. A quick once over revealed no bruises or marks, but many a sore muscle. She would ache for a few days. The thought brought a smile.

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sp; Though the idea of a long, hot shower was tempting, she didn’t want to risk making too much noise, so she washed up at the sink instead.

  Freshened up and dressed, sans panties, she tiptoed out of the bathroom. Dean still lay asleep on the bed.

  She spotted a pen and pad near the phone. Though, not ready to face him, she also wasn’t willing to leave without saying good-bye.

  Writing him a quick note, she placed it on her pillow then gathered her purse and slipped out the door. Safe inside the elevator, she collapsed against the wall, letting the tears flow. She’d never believed such a man existed, one who found her sexy and accepted her. Walking away from him had been the hardest thing she’d ever done.

  ***

  Oh fuck, feels so good.

  Nothing beat waking up with a woman’s lips around his cock. Opening his eyes, confusion reigned supreme. Instead of Sally’s head in his lap, he saw only his lonely dick standing tall.

  Stupid fucking dream!

  “Sally!” Maybe she’d gone to the bathroom or something.

  When she didn’t respond, he collapsed back on the bed, disappointed. She’s gone. After everything they’d shared, she’d snuck out without even saying good-bye. He picked up her pillow and threw it across the room.

  “Ahhh!”

  He headed in to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping to glean a little more clarity.

  As the warm water washed over him, he curled his fingers around his dick, any relief better than none. He’d tried willing his erection away, but nothing seemed to make it go down. He suspected his dick was staying hard out of protest. They’d both woken eager for one last round with the sexy Sally, and no amount of manual stimulation would ever compare to the way she felt around him.

  Nobody will.

  As his release splattered the wall in front of him, a new resolve welled up inside. He just needed to get some help.

  Exiting the bathroom, he slipped, managing to right himself before tumbling to the floor.

  What the hell?

  He’d stepped on a piece of paper.