One Hot Night

by West, Megan

  Marisa nodded and rubbed her hands over her face. She knew Carla was right. It would hurt her future relationships not just because it was hard to deal with someone who was too self-absorbed but also because she would obsess over it. “Alright,” she said in finality because she’d had enough of the intense conversation. In fact, she needed a break. After that, the first step in feeling better was to work on getting over her first serious relationship. She had to get over Saul to be able to deal with the rest of life as it came.

  “Alright,” Marisa said again as she stood up to open up another bottle of wine. She poured the deep red liquid into her glass and took a sizeable gulp. “For now, I’m just going to deal with this breakup.” She took a deep breath and drained the glass before serving more and heading back to the couch with the bottle of wine in her other hand. She saw Carla eye the bottle and smirk knowingly.

  “Hey, I think we are all allowed to get a little stupid after a break up,” Carla said with a laugh.

  Chapter Three

  Marisa ran with the idea of being a ‘little stupid’ after a break up. She figured it meant that it was time to let loose. She ended up going to a different bar every night that week until Friday night finally rolled around. She took a different friend for company to each bar, but they had only gone to the types of lounges one goes to unwind after a stressful day at work.

  Marisa called them happy hour bars. She was finally able to understand why all these people needed a drink after a long day. Everyone has their problems in life. For Marisa every day was taxing after her break up. The added bonus was that going to bars was a great way to make easy conversation with strangers. That helped her forget her sadness even if only for a little while. Unfortunately, every night she would go home only to realize the other side of her bed would stay empty for a while.

  She couldn’t help but remember Saul’s warmth and the scent of his breath as it landed on her lips right before he kissed her. She remembered the way his muscular body felt against her small frame and how he loved the way she looked naked. There was no denying he was the only man who had ever made her feel as sexy as he did. It wasn’t that she had ever lacked confidence. It was that Saul had played off her confidence and made her feel the sexiest when she was with him. Inevitably, she would be filled with sadness as she wondered where it all went wrong.

  One Friday, about two weeks after Saul broke up with her, Marisa couldn’t stop thinking about him to the point of not being able to focus at work. At the end of the workday, she rushed home and changed into a simple yet proactive dress she had never worn before. She needed to go out. She needed to stop thinking about him. It was a strapless tight, dark red dress that outlined her thin frame in a flattering manner. Its sweetheart neckline did an excellent job of making her small breasts look appealing, round, and perky. The hemline was quite short and showed off her thin, long legs. The color contrasted seductively with her fair skin. She felt sexy in it as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

  There was a knock at her door and she quickly walked to open it. Carla stood on her stoop wearing a little black dress and bright red pumps.

  “You look hot,” Marisa said honestly causing Carla to smile. She noticed Carla actually looked excited to go out, which was pretty surprising. Going out to bars and clubs was not Carla’s favorite thing to do.

  “I’ll admit I had to work myself up to being excited,” Carla jokingly responded as she walked into Marisa’s house and went straight to the kitchen. She reached up to the top cabinet and pulled down a bottle of hard liquor. Marisa looked between her friend’s eyes and the bottle of liquor in her hand. She knew exactly what kind of night this was going to end up being.

  “Just what I need,” Marisa laughed out loud as she walked over to join Carla in the kitchen. She pulled open a cabinet door and grabbed a couple of shot glasses, putting them down on the counter and reaching out for Carla to give her the bottle.

  Carla pulled it away and poured each of them a shot instead. Marisa laughed. They clinked their full shot glasses together and downed the burning liquid immediately after. Carla wasted no time in serving a refill for each of them but this time she claimed they needed to make some kind of toast.

  “To being free!” Carla cheered as she raised her glass. Marisa grinned and toasted to it. She was trying to be free. She wanted to move on by being free from all the heartache. She was determined to move forward.

  “At least that’s my plan once I’m done being stupid for a little while,” Marisa slurred at Carla about thirty minutes and two more shots later. Now they were heading out of the house to get into a cab. They poured into it, laughing endlessly over nothing much at all. It was a mere fifteen minutes later when they paid the driver and got out of the cab.

  “Guess what? I put our names down on the list,” Carla told Marisa happily.

  Marisa smiled widely and took hold of Carla’s wrist to pull her right up to the front of the line. The bouncer checked both of them out with a look of approval, checking the list of names after Carla told him. He nodded and checked them off before pulling back the velvet rope. Marisa felt his eyes glued to her legs until she was out of sight. It made her smirk with an odd sort of satisfaction.

  The two of them went straight to the bar and ordered up two martinis before looking for a table. Not that they would be sitting for very long, but it was always good to have a home base. Just as she suspected, it wasn’t long before the two of them were each taken out to dance by someone. They shot each other a knowing look before being hauled off by their respective men.

  After a couple songs Marisa pulled away from the guy she was dancing with. She hadn’t even bothered to ask his name. She had no intention of dancing with him again, much less striking up a conversation. As she made her way back to the table through the thick crowd of people, most of them inebriated, she saw a man who looked out of place standing against a pillar observing the droves of people dancing and drinking.

  He was tall and had a head of shockingly jet-black wavy hair. She turned to walk closer to him in order to get a good look at his face. She felt her breath catch in her throat as soon as she saw how good-looking he was up close. What got her the most was the way his hazel eyes were looking directly into hers with such intensity.

  He had a strong aura about him. He captivated her with his steady confidence and piercing gaze that grabbed ahold of her, even through the crowded dance floor. What she found most intriguing about him, especially here at this club, was the way he was dressed. He wore a leather jacket and dark, tight jeans along with leather boots that had straps along the ankles studded with spikes. While he looked really good in his outfit there was no question that he looked out of place in this club. His entire look was so different, but it made him the most attractive man there that night, at least to Marisa.

  The man stared at her the entire time Marisa looked at every inch of his body. He had noticed her checking him out approvingly. He gave a curt nod when her eyes wandered up again to meet his gaze. Her stomach gave a little flip. There was a hint of a smirk lingering along the corners of his lips. She decided to go up to him and see what he was all about.

  She was just tipsy enough to find the courage to go up to him and initiate conversation. Besides, talking to this guy and seeing where it led was just what she needed after getting out of a committed relationship.

  “Hello there,” Marisa said with a short giggle as she walked up to him and flashed a playful smile. He smirked. She immediately wondered if he thought she was trying too hard, but decided against giving in to her paranoia. The worst thing that could happen was rejection so it would be on to the next one. Although she deeply hoped he wouldn’t reject her. His pull was intoxicatingly strong.

  “What are you doing here?” She pursed her lips together tightly as soon as the question flew out of her mouth. She wasn’t sure how the question actually came off and she certainly hoped it wouldn’t offend him.

  Relief washed over her when he laughed a
nd shrugged. “I’m not even sure myself,” he said in a deep, husky voice that sent a quiver straight down her spine. “I was actually just about to leave,” he told her. He shifted to stand on his other leg. He was standing closer to her now. She could practically feel the heat from his body.

  He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Maybe you should think about coming with me.” His hot breath fell on the lobe of her ear and she shuddered. Marisa gulped. She didn’t even know his name. All she knew about him was how incredibly hot and extremely intriguing he was.

  Marisa placed a hand on his chest and looked up to meet his gaze. His suggestion was more like an order and, for some reason, that made her tingle in an unexpected way. She bit her lower lip and nodded slowly. As the man straightened up to leave, Marisa immediately looked around in search of Carla. At the very least her best friend needed to know she was heading out with this guy. She spotted Carla standing at the bar flirting with the same guy she had been dancing with all night and Marisa smiled. It was typical Carla fashion.

  Marisa held a finger up to the man to ask him to wait just a second before she turned around and walked away. Then she felt his hand close around her wrist, making her stop dead in her tracks for just a moment before she continued walking. He didn’t let go of her the entire time, nor did his rather tight grip ease up. It was a possessive touch and, normally, Marisa would have been bothered by it. But there was something about the way he touched her that made her smirk. The anticipation in her started to bubble over.

  “I’m, uh, leaving now,” she leaned in and told Carla. Marisa pulled back and grinned, resisting the urge to jerk her head in the direction of the man. Her friend astutely looked over her shoulder to evaluated the stranger. Marisa could tell right away that Carla was confused about the man, but she nodded anyway before turning back to continue chatting up the guy she had been with all night.

  The man guided Marisa out of the crowded club with a tight grip around her wrist. The moment they were out of the stuffy building, Marisa breathed out in relief at the feeling of the cool night air against her hot skin. She felt his hand let go of her wrist only to land in the middle between her shoulder blades. He slid it down slowly until it rested on her lower back.

  “My place is real close,” he said as he pulled a cigarette out from the pocket of his leather jacket and placed it between his lips. He pulled out a lighter and fired it up before turning to look at Marisa to see what she would say.

  “I think you should at least tell me your name first,” Marisa said as she moved in closer to him until their sides pressed against each other. He was strong, possessive, and spoke with a steady no nonsense tone of voice. In many ways he was the total opposite of Saul and the strangeness of the situation made Marisa’s heart race.

  “Kurt,” he said simply. He turned to look at her and jerked his head upward. “So does that mean you’re coming to my place or what?”

  “What the hell,” she muttered, “I’m allowed to be stupid for a little while longer.”

  He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s that now?”

  She giggled and shook her head. “Oh it’s nothing. It’s nothing at all. Lead the way, Kurt.”

  Chapter Four

  Kurt walked down the street without moving his hand off from Marisa’s lower back. It had that same air of possessiveness as the way he had dragged her out of the club. She wondered if he really was that possessive or if that was just how he came off. They walked in silence and it was less than just ten minutes later when they were going into an apartment building in the downtown area.

  It was a nice and clean building. Marisa wondered just how much it would cost to live there. Of course she didn’t ask, but continued to look around with interest. They walked over to the elevator and Kurt pressed the button to head up. Once they were in, he hit the 10 button with the side his closed fist. It wasn’t angry or too aggressive but it gave Marisa a feeling that she didn’t know what to make of. What she was sure of however, was that the entire time with him she didn’t feel unsafe.

  As the elevator moved up, she braved leaning her head against his arm. He smells good, she thought as his scent wafted up to her nose. The elevator dinged and they got off and walked down a hallway until they reached the end of it. He fished a single key out from his jean pocket and slid it into the door handle, the little click resonating down the quiet hallway.

  Kurt opened the door and when Marisa stepped inside his apartment, she had to suppress a little gasp of surprise. It wasn’t at all the type of place she had envisioned him living in. Despite not wanting to judge people solely based off looks, it was hard not to draw up a picture of how this man might live based off how he dressed and spoke. In fact, his entire attitude didn’t lend itself to this place. It was modern and sleek, not to mention, extremely tidy.

  She had barely looked around when she felt her body being pressed up against the wall by the door and, in a second, his lips were kissing her roughly. He leaned forward until his body was pressed up against hers. Marisa broke the kiss and turned her head to the left just to catch her breath. Every inch of her skin felt suddenly hot.

  “Oh fuck,” she breathed out. He grabbed her by the cheek and brought her in for another rough kiss. It was the first time she had ever been kissed this way. She had no problem admitting she really liked it. In fact, everything about the way he had handled her so far was a bit rougher and pushier than she was used to and a lot hotter than she would have imagined. He had pretty much taken control from the moment their eyes met at the club. Saul would have never behaved this way. He had always been far too soft to get a little rough with her and she never knew just how much she wanted it until now.

  She let herself get completely lost in the moment as he forced his lips against hers. If she was going to be stupid, she was going to commit to it. She felt his hands slowly moving up her sides until his palms were rubbing her breasts over the fabric of her dress.

  She let out a quiet moan against his mouth and instinctively started rocking her hips back and forth, moaning again when she felt his hard bulge rub against her. The friction felt so good she had to break the kiss to let a heavy breath in. Kurt forced the neckline of her dress down to expose her breasts. He wasted no time in dipping his head down to run the tip of his tongue along her collarbone before continuing to close his mouth around one of her hardened nipples.

  Marisa cried out softly at the sensation of his warm, wet mouth on the sensitive nub and sharply inhaled as soon as she felt him suck on it. He reached around to her back and unzipped her dress. She wiggled her body so the dress would slip off and fall to the ground. Immediately, he pushed her back up against the wall and messaged her breasts. A breath knotted in her throat as her back smacked against the wall. He was aggressive and forceful and it made her blood boil. He licked and sucked both of her nipples in turn until each one budded into hard pebbles.

  “You ever done anything like this?” He asked with a devilish smirk.

  “What?” Marisa breathed out. “Do you mean go home with a stranger?”

  Kurt chuckled and shook his head. He took both of her wrists with each of his hands and pinned them to the wall above her head, her breasts heaved with each hot breath. He held her pinned there with just one of his hands while his other landed on her waist.

  “Like this,” he whispered gruffly against her ear before playfully biting her neck.

  She figured out what he meant and her stomach flipped. That explained why he was so in control and rough the entire time. She felt hot. She wanted it. She shook her head, “I want to do it though.”

  “You sure?”

  She nodded. “You need a safety word in case you want to stop something.”

  “Sah-ool,” she pronounced Saul’s name in two syllables.

  Kurt looked at her in confusion but nodded. “Alright.” Then he smirked and said, “I’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time.” The hand on her waist moved down to her hip before he forced it inward over her
lower stomach and slipped it under the waistband of her panties. She let out a whimper when she felt the tip of his finger run up and down along her wet slit. He kissed along her chest and neck roughly. He pushed his body harder against hers as the finger running up and down her slit applied more pressure and the tip of it just barely pushed in past her pussy lips. Marisa cried out when she felt him pinch one of her lips before slipping a finger inside her. She had never felt anything like it.

  Kurt pulled back and slipped his hand from out of her panties to undo his jeans, rapidly pulling them open. He pulled his big, hard cock out of his boxers rubbed it up against the sopping wet crotch of her panties. Her knees went weak. The tip of his cock playfully rubbed up and down her lips as she let her weight fall against him.

  He kissed her deep, each of them moaned into each other’s mouths as he continued the thrusting motion. He stopped momentarily and then jerked his hips forward with such force they both gasped out. He did it again a couple more times before finally letting go of her wrists and stepping back. Marisa immediately reached out and pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders and then grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off to reveal his ripped stomach.