by Nikki Ash
We get to the club and walk to the back of the line. Liz is completely self-conscious about her dress, even though she looks beyond beautiful. She has the most amazing body that goes to waste because she dedicates her entire life to school. She’s thick and curvy in all the right places and her little black dress accentuates all those curves. Her gorgeous curly brown hair is flowing down her back and she doesn’t even need to have an ounce of makeup on her face because her skin is naturally flawless.
On the other hand, I’m in a super cute silver dress that helps push up my breasts, giving me a little more cleavage. I’m not a member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee, but they definitely aren’t naturally voluptuous like Liz’s breasts are. I have on light makeup, just some smoky eye shadow and lipstick. I’m in matching silver fuck-me heels, and I’m ready to show my fake ID to the bouncer and do some serious partying.
Just as Liz is getting restless and I’m afraid I might have to tie her up and drag her inside, the oversized bouncer comes over and tells us a VIP guest has invited us in. VIP? You sure as hell don’t have to tell me twice! We show our IDs and head into the club.
The music is pumping, the lights are pulsating throughout the club, and I’m in heaven right now. I’ve been to more than my fair share of high school parties, but this is nothing like those. I look over at Liz and she’s just as mesmerized by the scene in front of us as I am. This is our first time in a club, and if I can make a prediction, it won’t be our last.
We head to the dance floor immediately and begin dancing our asses off, grinding on each other, on other people. The music has me in a trance, and when I look over to check on Liz, I see some hot guy all over her After a couple songs I notice he’s leading her away. We lock eyes and she confirms all is good. That’s all I need to know. Liz is probably the smartest damn person I know. I continue to watch her and see she’s heading up to VIP. That definitely makes me feel better knowing she’s just going to be a few feet away from me. I decide I’ll dance some more with these hot guys down here and join her in a few.
After quite a few songs, my body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, so I head upstairs to find Liz and rehydrate. The bodyguard stops me, and I explain I’m with people who’re in the VIP area. In order to be up here, I have to confirm who I’m with, so, with him trailing behind, I go in search of Liz. After walking past a few booths, I find Liz sitting on the same guy’s lap from earlier.
But my eyes don’t stop on them, because just past them is the sexiest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. He has blond hair, shaved short but still long enough to grab ahold of in bed and navy blue eyes, like the color of the water when you paddle out to a deep area of the ocean. His intense eyes lock with mine for a second and it feels like the wind has been knocked out of me. I can’t stop looking at him. His arms look strong and he’s built but not too built. He’s perfect. He must sense me ogling the shit out of him because he looks at me again, but this time he gives me a knowing smirk, then begins to trail his eyes down my body. That’s right, baby. Eat your heart out. Liz’s guy confirms I’m with them, and the bodyguard makes a grunting noise and then walks away.
I approach Liz and her new man friend, and he gives introductions. His name is Cooper, and his friends are Kaden, Caleb, and Bentley. The only name I’m concerned with is Bentley. He’s my target, and judging by the way his eyes are intently stuck on me, I would say I got this shit in the bag. One thing I learned from Jake is, if I use the guy, I can’t be used, and I’ll be damned if I’m ever used again. I also learned Jake sucks in bed (as well as the other high school guys I’ve been with) and I’m glad to be done with high school, so I can hopefully find a guy who actually knows what he’s doing. After my one shitty time with Jake I hoped it was him and not me that was the problem, but the truth is most guys I’ve slept with have no idea what they’re doing, so I’m beginning to wonder if maybe it’s me.
I’ve learned a few things the last couple of years.
One: Guys are nothing like the characters in the movies and books. They’re selfish as hell and are only out to pleasure themselves.
Two: Guys have no idea if a girl orgasms during sex. Trust me, I’ve faked it enough to know this.
Three: It’s easier to give myself an orgasm than to rely on a guy to do it for me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had orgasms with the guys I’ve been with, but I’ve had to walk them through it and it hasn’t been anything worth applauding over. The foreplay has been decent, at least good enough that if the guy can’t handle finishing the job, I’m primed and ready to get myself off. But looking at Bentley, I wonder if maybe I’ve been with all the wrong guys—the man drips sex.
Once the introductions are done, Bentley comes over and asks me to dance. I follow behind him to the small dance floor in the VIP section. The music is pumping to the fast rhythm of The Black Eyed Peas Boom Boom Pow. I turn away from Bentley and back my ass up against him at the same time he brings his hands to my waist and rubs his dick against by ass in a pulsating motion to the music. This guy definitely has some moves. I once read a man that can dance is good in bed. Let’s hope it’s true.
The mix morphs into Mariah Carey’s Obsessed and I twirl around to face Bentley, whose eyes are glossed over with lust. We dance so close it’s as if we’re fucking with our clothes on. His knee comes up the middle of my thighs to separate my legs, causing my dress to rise. He rubs back and forth against my pussy through my panties, creating a friction that has me salivating with want. It has never felt like this before and we haven’t even done anything. I wrap my arms around his neck and he nuzzles his face into my hair while he slowly continues to grind that sensitive area between my legs.
The song ends and I need a breather. I’m so hot and if I don’t back up I might end up making him take me in the bathroom and that would be an absolute travesty because a quickie against a sink would not do this man justice at all. I’m pretty sure I’m going to need hours with him before I’m ready to move on. And I’ll move on, because I always do. You can think what you want about me, but the fact is while you are getting your heart broken time and again, my heart is perfectly intact, and it’s going to damn well stay that way.
The rest of the night is spent with Liz and me doing shots of top shelf vodka and dancing on top of the table while Bentley and Cooper watch us from below. Eventually everybody is ready to go and I’m seriously praying Bentley is having the same thoughts as me. While I’m definitely feeling good, we have danced more than we have drank so I know I won’t have a hangover in the morning.
My prayers are answered when Bentley comes over and whispers into my ear, “I want you in my bed tonight—naked, legs spread, and wet just for me.” Chills run down my spine and he chuckles knowingly at what he’s doing to me. He doesn’t ask, he demands. I need to be careful with this guy. I always keep the ball in my court. The minute the guy is in control, he will use you and leave you high and dry. I’ve learned my lesson and won’t ever let that happen again. I make sure to remain calm, cool, and collected at all times.
“I have to make sure it’s okay with my friend first. You know how it is… sisters before misters.” I give him a saucy wink and walk away from him to speak to Liz, swaying my hips just a little more knowing he’s watching me walk away.
When I get over to her, she’s cuddling up with Cooper and I’m genuinely happy for her. She never lets loose like this. “Hey sexy,” I say to get her attention. She laughs at my flirting.
“Would it be okay if I went back to Bentley’s hotel with him? I’ll completely understand if you don’t want me to. I don’t want to leave you hanging.”
She sighs and says, “No, it’s okay. You can go…”
“But?” The thing about being best friends for more than half our lives is that we know what each other is thinking.
“No, buts… I just don’t want you to do anything you might regret.”
“Like what? Fall in love?” I snort out the last part.
“No, I kn
ow you won’t fall in love, Kayla. It’s just that it’s one thing to sleep with the guys from high school, but this guy is older and way more experienced. I just want you to be safe.” And that’s why she’s my best friend. No judgment at all. She just cares.
“I promise I’ll be careful.” She nods and we all head down to the awaiting SUV.
Bentley and I both get into the third row and I whisper to him that I’m down to go back with him. His face lights up with a bright smile that makes my stomach get butterflies. What the hell? I don’t do butterflies. I need to get my shit in check, and fast. This is a one-night stand. I’ve done this several times. This is no different.
After dropping off Liz—and Cooper, because he ended up staying with her, which is a conversation we’ll definitely be having tomorrow—we head to the hotel the guys are staying at. It’s down the street from our resort but even nicer. We get to the top floor, which is the penthouse, and Kaden and Caleb go to their rooms leaving us alone.
“Would you like a drink?” Bentley points to the mini fridge full of bottles of liquor.
“No, thank you.”
He closes the gap between us, and twisting his fingers into my hair, brings my face up to his. He leans in close, and in a soft voice says, “I’ve never done this before. What are you doing to me?”
Before I can even process what he means, his mouth connects with mine and my mind goes blank. His tongue hits my lips and they automatically part for him. At the same time, his other hand comes down around me to grab my ass, pulling my body into his. I let out a small groan and it spurs him on.
Never taking his mouth off mine, he moves his hand from my hair, and with both hands now on my ass, lifts me up, continuing to lay soft kisses to my collarbone. My thighs close around his waist and my ankles lock around his back. I feel a bit dizzy, but I’m nowhere near drunk, at least not from the alcohol—maybe off this man and his touch. I’ve never felt like this before, and I’m not quite sure if this is a good thing. As he walks us to his room, Kaden comes back out of his, and gives us a smile of approval. I lock eyes with Bentley and my heartbeat quickens. I need to stop these feelings. I don’t do feelings.
I’m suddenly nervous. The lust brewing between Bentley and me is stifling and I don’t know if my heart can handle spending the night with him. As a last ditch effort to protect myself, I turn my head to Kaden and ask, “Wanna join us?”
Bentley’s whole body goes rigid and he growls out a “I don’t fucking think so!”
Before Kaden can even respond, the door is slammed closed and all I can hear is loud laughter coming from the main room.
Bentley drops me onto the bed on my back and looks at me like I just committed a murder. I try to hide my smile by biting down on my lower lip, but I don’t think I do a good enough job because he raises his eyebrows and says, “Woman, you think that shit is funny? You think I won’t be enough that you need two men to please you? Fuck that! When I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to walk straight for a week.”
Without giving me a chance to answer his question, he lowers his body down to mine and kisses me with what seems like every ounce of built up passion in him. My tongue enters his mouth and he sucks on it, tasting me. His hand moves to my breast and he attempts to tweak my nipple through my clothes. When he sees how thick my dress and bra are, he puts our kiss on hold, gets up on his knees, and slides my dress over my shoulders and down my body. I lift to help him out and he slides the dress, as well as my panties, the rest of the way down.
My strapless bra opens from the front and with two fingers he expertly pops the clasp open. The two cups separate, falling on each side, leaving my breasts open for him. I’m completely naked under him. His eyes rake down my body slowly. He swallows hard and then his eyes lock with mine.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” It isn’t the words but the way he says them that sends chills down my spine. It suddenly feels extremely hot in here to the point I feel like I can’t even breathe. Nobody has ever looked at me like he’s doing in this moment. It is almost as if I’m everything to him. But that can’t be possible because we just met.
“It seems like there’s a bit of an imbalance,” I say, trying to play it cool. I haven’t felt this vulnerable in front of a guy since Jake, and we all know how that turned out.
He chuckles and then with one hand pulls his shirt over his head. And hot damn, he’s a sight to see. While he looked sexy as hell dressed in his blue and yellow plaid collared shirt and jeans that hugged the curves of his ass just right, Bentley without a shirt on is a whole different ball game. His pecks look like they are carved from stone, and as I lower my eyes to his abs, I begin to count: two, four, six, eight. Eight goddamn pack of abs. I quickly do a recount to make sure I’m not seeing things, and I’m not. This man is definitely sporting an eight freaking pack of abs. I look over him again and notice his body is clean. Not a single tattoo on him. His skin is a beautiful golden brown and I get this overwhelming need to lick down his body starting from his neck all the way to that gorgeous V that meets the top of his white boxers which are partially hidden by his jeans.
“Take off the rest,” I say and nod towards the rest of the clothes I want him to remove. He sits back and unbuttons his jeans and then maneuvers them and his boxers off him, throwing them to the side of the bed.
He gets back up to a kneeling position and his dick springs up with him. I can’t take it any longer. I need to touch him. I sit up and grab hold of his cock, forcing him to move closer to me. He realizes what I’m about to do and tries to stop me.
“Wait, baby. Let me please you first.”
He doesn’t realize what his words do to me. They chisel away at the ice chunks covering my heart, scaring the shit out of me. Nobody has ever put me first, and this guy can’t be the one to do it now. This is a fucking one-night stand.
With my legs straight out in front of me, I pull him toward me, not giving him a choice. He looks confused but moves over me like I want, setting one knee on either side of me. I grab his hard length and begin to stroke it. I lick my lips readying myself to take him, and then place my mouth right around his hardness taking him all the way down my throat.
“Oh, fuck. Kayla.” He moans my name over and over again as I rotate between licking and sucking his hard length. Please don’t judge what I’m about to admit. Well… actually… fuck it, judge all you want. What the hell do I care? There is nothing better tasting than a cock. I love it in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat. The taste of the precum alone gets me wet. I love the feel of figuratively holding a guy by his balls. I hold all the power and it feels damn good.
While I continue to fuck him with my mouth, he takes my nipples between his fingers and pulls and tugs and pinches them so hard it’s almost painful, but damn, it feels so good. I moan around his cock and he must feel the vibration because the precum on my tongue multiplies, telling me he’s getting close.
“You like that?” He continues to pinch and pull my nipples, causing my core to drip wet. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to find some relief, but it’s not doing anything. I have a feeling the only relief I’ll find is from this man’s cock inside me.
I’m torn, though. I want it in me, yet I really want him to come in my mouth. Decisions. Decisions.
Bentley looks into my eyes and says, “Fuck, Kayla, your mouth feels so good.” And the decision has been made.
I work him harder and faster. The saliva that his dick and my mouth has created allows me to slide him in and out smoothly. I take one hand and cup his balls with enough force that it massages him but not too much that it would hurt him. This is his undoing. He twists my hair into his fingers and begins relentlessly fucking my mouth.
“Kayla, baby, I’m going to come in your mouth,” Bentley warns. I don’t stop, though. “Holy shit, I’m…” He finishes his sentence incoherently as he shakes and groans out his release. His seed shoots straight down my throat and I swallow it all. When it stops, so does Bentley. He att
empts to back up and remove his dick from my mouth, but I grab ahold of his ass to keep him in me. I lock eyes with him while I gently suck him clean until I feel him going soft, and then I release him from my mouth.
He doesn’t wait before he lies down on his stomach and sticks his tongue right between my legs. It happens so quickly, I startle. I can feel the vibration from him laughing at my reaction, but he doesn’t say a word. His tongue never moves from my clit.
Out of habit I go to tell him what to do to get me off, but before I can say a word he takes a finger and puts it into me, hitting a spot I never knew existed—this must be the infamous G-spot I’ve heard of but never experienced firsthand—causing my body to almost convulse on the spot.
Remember when Liz warned me he’s not like the high school guys? Well, she was right about that. This guy is not at all like the high school boys at home that I’ve wasted my time on. He actually knows what he’s doing, and at this rate I won’t have to lock myself in the bathroom to finish my orgasm off myself like I’ve had to do half the time with the other guys I’ve been with.
He continues to finger me while his tongue massages my clit. He adds another digit and within a few seconds an overload of sensations hits me all at once, and the next thing I know I’m going dizzy, experiencing the biggest orgasm I’ve ever felt to date. I swear I almost black out. Bentley doesn’t let up until I come down, and with one last lick, he moves his lips to the top of my pussy and gives it a wet kiss.
He looks up at me and gives me the most adorable boyish grin, and in this moment, if I believed in love, I could see myself easily falling for him. It almost be too easy. But I don’t believe in love, so it doesn’t matter. This was just sex, technically oral sex but just sex, nonetheless. And that’s how it will stay. Just sex.
