Only One Night (Only One Series 3)

by Natasha Madison

  “Manning.” She says my name right before she comes on my cock, and I’m right after her.

  “Evelyn.” Her name is a whisper as I bury myself in her and come.

  Chapter 8

  Evelyn

  My eyes flicker open once and then close again. Soft light comes into the room, and I look at the clock on the side table right next to the empty condom wrappers, seeing it’s just past seven in the morning. I look over on my other side and see Manning.

  He’s lying on his stomach, not wearing anything under the white sheet resting on his plump ass. He’s facing the other way, so the only thing I can focus on is the tattoo covering his left shoulder. A tattoo I traced with my tongue last night.

  I look down at the sheet covering my naked body. One of my legs poking out from under the sheet, and when I move it, I wince. I haven’t had a workout like this in a long time. Oh, who am I kidding? I haven’t had sex like this in my whole fucking life. I slip out of bed, trying not to wake him. Neither one of us wanted to close our eyes because we didn’t want to waste any time. I slip out and tiptoe to the bathroom, not turning on the light until the door is closed. When I do, I squint at the brightness of the light and then make the mistake of looking in the mirror.

  My hair is a mess from our shower. The makeup I tried to wash off while in the shower still lingers. I stop looking at that and see the love bites all over my body. I have five on one tit. Are those teeth marks? I look down and see his teeth marks on my hip. I smile and then look around to see if I can spot a towel, but all of them are on the floor and wet from when we started in the bath only for me to ride him, and the water went everywhere.

  Slipping out of the bathroom door into the seating area, I see more destruction there. I follow the trail of clothes, bending to pick them up. I place the clothes on the couch and then slip into my skirt and bra since my thong is shredded. I clean up the empty condom wrappers; we used all eight.

  After I said good-bye to my friends last night, a sudden thought about protection had me running into the bathroom. I took all the condoms the lady had on her stand, leaving her a fifty-dollar tip. All she could say was good luck. Little did I know how much I would need it. I find my shirt and put it on. I sit down and wince again, closing my eyes but rushing to put on my shoes. Opening my purse, I take out my phone and order an Uber. My eyes fly to the bucket of empty champagne in the middle of the coffee table. Two robes lie on the floor beside it.

  “I’m going to order something sweet,” he said to me after he bent me over and had his way with me right after the bathtub overflowed. He walked over to the phone naked, and I just took his body in. He was per-fucking-fection. Nothing could compare to his body. His ass and thighs were thick, and his abs were on fucking point, but the best was his long and thick cock. I licked my lips, and he looked over at me and smirked. “Like what you see?” he asked me.

  “More than you know,” I answered him, and he ordered strawberries, chocolate, and champagne.

  “Twenty minutes,” he said, hanging up the phone. “Is there a robe in there?”

  I grabbed the two hanging in the bathroom and walked to him. “It’s a shame to cover up,” I told him, and he bent his head down to take my lips again. His kisses woke my body up, and I got on my tippy toes.

  He grabbed a robe from me. “If we keep this up, I’ll be balls deep in you when they get here.” His arms slipped into the robe.

  “I see nothing wrong with that.” I winked at him as I slipped my arms into the robe. Going to the couch and sitting down, I said, “We have twenty minutes. Want to play a game?” He sat down next to me. “Would you rather stay in or go out?”

  “I’m a homebody,” he said without thinking twice. “You?”

  “Me, too. I mean, I like to go out, but to me, preparing dinner together is just as romantic as going out.” I leaned in. “Besides, you can always get naked in the middle of it.” I winked, and my brain called me a hussy. I leaned forward and waited for his kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I got lost again in him. I sat back down and waited for him to ask me a question.

  “Would you rather get up early or stay up late?” He grabbed my legs and pulled them on his lap.

  “I’m okay with either,” I answered, and my body shivered as he rubbed my legs. I couldn’t stand it, so I got up and straddled him, kissing him again.

  “I usually have to unwind after work,” he said, “depending on what time I get in. Would you rather spend the day inside or outside?”

  “That depends.” I leaned my head on my fist on the couch. “If I’m on a beach, I’d rather spend the whole day on the beach. If I’m up north and there is snow falling, definitely inside by a fire.”

  He looked at me and smiled. “That is my exact answer.”

  I just looked at him. Even knowing this was a one-night stand, I wanted to know so much about him, yet I knew I didn’t have a right to it. His mouth now found mine as we kissed. “What is your biggest fear?” I asked him with my own heart pounding in my chest.

  “That one is easy,” he said, pushing my hair away from my face. “Ending up with someone who isn’t the one.” His voice trailed off, and I didn’t have time to answer him because the knock on the door interrupted us. I watched him walk over to the hallway, and I sat there in shock. This man who I just met had the exact same fear as me.

  The phone buzzes in my hand, and the memory of last night is gone. I get up and look over at the dark room, seeing him in the middle of the bed in the same position. “Bye, Manning,” I whisper and walk to the door. Stopping before I walk out, I open my purse to take out an elastic and tie my hair in a high ponytail.

  I mean, there is nothing I can do that doesn’t say this is my walk of shame and I spent the whole night with cock. I open the door, and my heart sinks for leaving, but it’s a lot better than the awkwardness of the morning after. I mean, I’m assuming—I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know what the rules are. I walk down the hallway and press the down arrow button when my phone beeps that my Uber is there.

  The elevator door pings, and I get in, pressing the L button. The whole time, I feel a sense of dread, but I try not to think about it as I walk with my head down. The doorman opens the door for me. “Have a great day,” he says, and I smile at him, looking for the Honda that is supposed to be waiting for me. I spot him and raise my hand, and he drives over so I don’t walk too far. I get in and slam the door behind me.

  “Good morning,” I say and put my head back on the seat. He mumbles good morning and then makes his way to my house.

  I close my eyes, and all of a sudden, I’m back in the hotel room as memories of last night come crashing to me.

  The minute I pushed his jacket from his shoulders, I couldn’t wait to get his shirt off him. But he had other plans. “All night, I’ve thought about these bow ties,” he said, taking the one around my waist and pulling it loose, opening the shirt down the middle.

  “Even better than I thought,” he said, taking his index finger and opening my shirt all the way. My black demi push-up bra barely covered my pebbled nipples. “Fuck,” he hissed, and his eyes were mesmerized by it. He traced the swell of my breast with his finger until he slipped it into the bra to touch my nipple.

  “Evelyn.” He said my name and then bent to take one in his mouth. Biting it, he then sucked, repeating the same thing to the other one. I looked down at myself when he finally let me go, and all I could see was my shirt hanging open and my bra cups under my tits, pushing them higher. I watched as he looked down at me.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I told him, and my hands went to his shirt. I tried to undo the button, but it got stuck, so I just ripped a couple off. I thought I was ready for what was under his shirt, but I was not. His abs were on point, and I could see the ink sticking out just a bit. I moved the shirt and traced it with my finger. “I’m going to lick every single inch of you,” I said out loud, and he groaned when I pushed the shirt off him. “I just don’t k
now if I should start with your chest or your cock.”

  He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I expected him to carry me into the hotel room, but he didn’t. He just put me down on the table in the hallway. Before I even had time to think about the coldness on my ass, he was on his knees, and his mouth was on me. My hand went to pull his hair as I lifted my ass up and down on the table. All I could do was watch while his tongue fucked me. He looked up at me as he bit my clit and then sucked it into his mouth. I watched him fuck me with his tongue while I pulled his hair as I begged him to make me come. I’d never in my life felt this way.

  “Excuse me, miss.” I hear the driver say, and I open my eyes. “We have arrived.”

  I look out the window and see we are in the driveway of my house. “Thank you,” I say, getting out and making sure that I cover myself since my thong is in my purse. Not like I can use it again, but still.

  Unlocking the door, I step in and put my purse on the table at the front door. Closing my eyes, I can picture myself on the same table again, just in a different room. Moaning his name, begging him to fuck me.

  I bend down to take off my shoes, and when my legs scream, another memory comes to me.

  After coming on his tongue, he stood, and I pulled him back to my lips. I tasted myself on him, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. “I thought the scotch tasted good,” I told him when I let go of his lips, and he looked at me, his blue eyes almost a dark, deep blue. I got off the table, and my panties fell onto the floor at that point. “But I have to say, me on your tongue tastes even better.”

  “Evelyn.” Every single time he said my name, I wanted to make him say it over and over again.

  “That’s one for me,” I told him, and my hands went to the button on his pants. I undid the button. “Time for you to catch up,” I said, and I had never wanted to suck a cock more in my life. I was on my knees before he could stop me or move. His zipper came down, and I came face-to-face with the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen in my life. Long, thick, hard, and fucking perfect.

  I open my eyes, and my whole body is awake now. It’s begging me to go back to the room for relief. It almost cries out when instead of going to the door, I walk into the house. I walk over to start the coffee machine, then go back into my bedroom to take off last night’s clothes.

  My head is full of images of last night. His smile, his laugh, the way he said my name when he was balls deep in me and came over and over again. When I had his cock in my mouth, and his eyes were looking into mine. I can still feel his kisses on my lips, and I raise my hand to feel them.

  It took me thirty-two years to find the man whose kisses I would never forget. It took me thirty-two years to have the best sex of my life. It also took me thirty-two years to have the best one-night stand I’ll ever have. Also, it’s the only one-night stand I’ll have. It also took thirty-two years for me to meet someone who can make my toes curl.

  I slip on a pair of panties and then a long shirt, walking out to make my coffee. “Today,” I tell myself as I make my coffee. “You have today to think about last night and this morning, and then you forget about it.” I scoff. “Fat chance of that happening.” With my coffee cup to my lips, I know he’s going to be in my dreams, and he’s going to be the star of many nights I spend with my trusty friend.

  Chapter 9

  Manning

  I open my eyes when the phone rings and look at the brown wall. I close my eyes again. “Evelyn,” I say and reach out for her as the phone stops ringing.

  I find the bed empty, and I push up on my elbows, looking at the spot where I left her. The last time I saw her was when I picked her hips up and slammed into her at around five a.m. After not having her for forty-five minutes—forty-five fucking minutes—I craved her again.

  The phone rings again, making me sit up and walk to the living room area. Looking around, I see my clothes on the couch. The bathroom door is closed. I walk to the couch and take my phone out, seeing that it’s Murielle.

  I look at the door and then back at the phone, wondering if I should answer it. How the fuck do you explain to the woman who you spent the night with cherishing that you have a wife? The thought makes my stomach sick.

  The phone stops ringing. “Evelyn,” I say and look down when the phone pings in my hand.

  Murielle: Your son would like to talk to you.

  I exhale and walk to the bathroom door knocking once. “Evelyn.” I say her name again and then hear nothing. The silence is fucking eerie. I look around to spot anything that is hers, and my heart picks up speed when I don’t see anything.

  I ripped her panties over by the door when I devoured her. Fuck, she tasted like heaven. And she didn’t shy away, she pulled my hair, and my cock stirs when I think of how she got on her knees.

  “Time for you to catch up,” she said right before her mouth took my cock into her mouth to the back of her throat. I couldn’t move; it was fucking glorious. All I could do was watch her try to take me into her mouth. I watched her move her mouth up and down my cock. “Your cock,” she said. “Best looking cock.” I didn’t know what to say. “Tonight,” she said as she twirled her tongue around the head of my cock, “I’m going to ride this like a fucking rodeo queen.” It’s the last thing she said to me before I told her I was coming. I was expecting her to jump off me but not my woman. She took me, all of me.

  My eyes move to the table that holds two empty cans of whipped cream next to a plate of strawberries. It was around three a.m. when I got up and ordered the strawberries and cream. Right after she rode me like the fucking rodeo queen she was. It was also our round three at that time. I look around, and I don’t even see any condom wrappers. I open the door, but I don’t know why I’m shocked it’s empty.

  I look at the wet towels on the floor that we used to mop up the bubble bath that overflowed. I spot a lone condom wrapper on the counter and pick it up as my phone rings again in my hand.

  “What?” I bark.

  “Is that any way to speak to your wife?” Murielle’s voice comes through, and my cock suddenly goes down. “You didn’t come home last night.”

  “I thought you said Jaxon wanted to talk to me.” I don’t even bother answering her question. She’s spent half of last month sneaking in at six a.m., not that I cared. Fuck, I was hoping she wouldn’t come home at all.

  “Someone is cranky this morning,” she says.

  “I’m hanging up so unless Jaxon wants me,” I say, and she huffs out. It’s time to buy him a cell phone.

  “Hey, Dad,” Jaxon says, coming onto the phone. “What did you want?” he says, and I shake my head. “Mom said you wanted to talk to me.”

  “Did she?” I say, my stomach sinking. I fucking hate when she uses him as a fucking pawn, and I’ve told her that more than once.

  “I did.” I lie to him. It’s one thing for me to hate her, but I’m not going to turn him against his mother. She can do that all on her own. “I was just confirming we are still having a boys’ day.”

  “Yeah,” he says. “What time are you going to be home?”

  I look at myself in the mirror. “Soon,” I say. “Love you.” I wait for him to answer and then hang up. I look at my chest and smile. Her teeth marks next to my nipple look like they’re going to bruise, and I think about when she gave it to me.

  “Evelyn.” I said her name as she stood at the sink, trying to wash the makeup from her face. I knew she was beautiful, but without the makeup, she was exquisite. Walking over to her, I placed my hands on her hips, and her eyes met mine in the mirror. Without her heels, she reached the middle of my chest. The way she looked at me, I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

  “Manning.” When she said my name, I knew at that moment I would never forget the way she said my name. She turned in my arms, and I bent to kiss her lips. Her lips opened for me, and her hands landed on my chest as we kissed each other. She let go of my lips.

  “How?” she asked me. “
How do I want you already?” I looked at her, my thumb coming out to touch her soft cheek, and I could see little freckles.

  “I have no idea,” I said to her as I picked her up and put her on the counter. I grabbed a condom and rolled it down my cock. “But if you find out the answer,” I said, “you have to tell me.” I rubbed my cock up and down her slit. “I fucked you seven minutes ago, and I want you again,” I said to her as I sank inside her. Both of us moaned as she put her hands behind her to hold herself up. I fucked her slow, and she hated every single second of it. She begged and pleaded with me to fuck her faster. She begged me to fuck her deeper, and when I just smirked at her, she leaned forward and bit my chest.

  “Manning,” she said, frustrated at this point because I was just playing with her clit with my cock. “I need you,” she said, and she knew that the minute she said that, I would snap. Picking up her leg, I put it on my shoulder, and she knew it was coming. I started pounding into her.

  I shake my head of the memories and walk into the bedroom, looking at the bed. The covers are on the floor, the pillows scattered everywhere, and the only things left on the bed are two pillows and the sheet. I look over at the side table, spotting the rest of the condoms all piled together. I pick them up and throw them in the garbage.

  I walk back to the couch and grab my boxers. “How did I not hear her leave?” I almost kick myself. I mean, we stayed up all night fucking each other. When we weren’t fucking, we were laughing and then telling each other what we wanted to do next. I slip my pants on and then slide my shirt on. I find three buttons missing when I start buttoning it. Thinking about it makes me smile. Fuck, everything about her makes me smile.