One Night Baby - A Romance Compilation

by Tia Siren

  “Why did you call me stuck up?” she asked.

  “What?” I said, glancing over at her.

  “Yesterday you called me stuck up. Why do you think that?”

  I fought off the urge not to answer her question and instead buy her a drink. “You think you’re better than us, and I guess in some ways you are better than the dirty, dusty, good ole’ boys, I said finally. “But you can’t go around saying it to people.”

  “I never said I was better, just different,” she said. “We live in two totally different worlds.”

  I tilted my bottle back and took the last sip, not wanting to leave but knowing I had made myself a promise to do so when I was done. This was dangerous territory, and I knew it, but before I could grab my tab, the bartender set a fresh beer down in front of me. I sighed and put my head down, figuring the decision had been made for me. I nodded at the bartender and pointed at Cassie.

  “Whiskey and Diet,” she said to the bartender before turning to me. “Thank you. See? That wasn’t so bad.”

  “What wasn’t?” I asked.

  “Being nice to me.” She smiled and sipped the drink the bartender put in front of her. “I’m not that bad, just not part of the crew. That’s all.”

  “I’m not really part of the crew either,” I said. “I grew up here, my dad was a crewman, but I think differently than everyone else. I kind of keep to myself.”

  “I saw that in you when I first met you,” she said. “I could tell you were different in some way. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.”

  “How ‘bout you?” I said. “What makes you so different?”

  “I guess I’m not that different than my family,” she said, looking down. “But I think I am a little more open to the world around me than you give me credit for.”

  “Maybe you’re right,” I said, thinking about how I had never met someone like her. “So, tell me a story about growing up as the boss’s daughter.”

  “Let’s see,” she said, taking another swig of her whiskey. “I used to go to the sites a lot,” she said, finally. “When I was a little girl, I found out my dad had hoped for a boy, and I wanted to show him I could be tough. So, I would go out on the sites, dressed in my little work boots, and tried to show him.”

  I smiled. “Did it work?”

  “Kind of, but he still treats me like a doll sometimes,” she said with a shrug.

  We sat there talking for the rest of the night, trading stories about growing up. She was right that we grew up in two drastically different ways, but I was starting to think we weren’t as different as she might see us as. We were both ambitious, motivated, ready for a change, trying to live up to our family’s expectations. We both wanted something more out of our lives but were trapped in the world we’d been born into. At some point her friend left, and when the bar started to shut down, we walked outside to grab an Uber.

  “We can share one,” she said, walking up to the car. “We can drop you off, and they can take me up town.”

  “All right,” I said, opening the door for her. “Ladies first.”

  We climbed into the Uber, and I gave the guy my address. He nodded his head and drove out of the bar parking lot. I looked over at Cassie sitting there in her tank top and short little shorts, and I could feel my cock harden in my pants. I wanted her. There was no way around that fact, but I knew I shouldn’t. She was bad news for me, and sleeping with her could bring serious consequences, especially from her father.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” she said without looking at me.

  I laughed. “What?”,

  “I know,” she said turning to me with a smirk. “And I am telling you right now that I am not going to go home with you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I laughed as she crossed her arms. “Why is that? Because I work for your daddy or because I’m a roughneck and that scares you?”

  Her indignance, her refusal to give in because of her preconceived notions, didn’t turn me off at all. In fact, I looked at it like a challenge—a challenge to see if I could get her into my bed. Part of me thought from the look in her eyes that was precisely the reaction she was looking for. She was telling me she wasn’t going home with me, but in reality, I think she was trying to convince herself. I smiled and leaned toward her, putting my face next to hers and my finger on the bare skin of her shoulder.

  “What’s wrong?” I whispered. “You aren’t interested in knowing what it feels like to wrap those legs over my shoulders? Or are you not interested in fucking all night until the sun comes up?”

  “You,” she said, trying to look shocked. “I—you—whatever.”

  “You know, if you just took a minute, got down off your high horse, you would see,” I said, rubbing my finger across her skin.

  “I would see what?” she said with an attitude.

  I smiled. “What it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”

  Chapter 6

  Cassie

  The front door burst open, and Scott stumbled backward inside, kicking the door shut behind us. I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, my mouth moving wildly over his. His hands ran over my body feverishly, grabbing my hair and then sliding down to my ass. I moaned, his tongue swirling around in my mouth, and I felt the passion erupting between us. He set me down on my feet, and I pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side. I leaned forward, kissing his skin, feeling his hands unbuttoning my shorts and letting them fall to the floor. He smiled, taking off his own pants as I breathed heavily and pulled my tank top off and then my bra. He stepped out of his pants and grabbed his big cock, which was bulging from his boxers. He rubbed his hand up and down as he stared open-mouthed at my tits.

  “You are so fucking hot.” He groaned, leaned forward, and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh fuck, that feels so good.” I moaned, throwing my head back.

  He kissed up my neck and shoved his tongue back into my mouth, pushing me up against the door. It was so hot, so raw, and so needy, unlike anything I had ever felt before. He gripped me around the ribs tightly, moving his mouth up to mine and biting down on my lip.

  “Turn around,” he ordered. “I want to eat that beautiful pussy.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, letting him flip me around.

  I pressed my face against the door as he pulled my panties down and off, spreading my legs apart. I pushed my ass up in the air and listened to him groan as he ran his fingers through my folds. He dropped to his knees and wasted no time pressing his lips to my swollen pussy and sliding his tongue through my juices. I cried out, running my fingers down the door, arching my back even more. He turned his face back and forth in my pussy, growling and licking as fast as he could.

  “Fuck, yes,” I moaned.

  “You like that?” he said, pulling back his head. “You like my mouth licking up those juices?”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  He dove back down, slapping his tongue against my clit over and over. He ran his hand up my ass and rubbed his fingers across my asshole. I squealed, feeling intense pleasure from that. He pulled his head back and stuck his tongue inside me, spreading my pussy lips far apart. I screamed in pleasure, feeling the fire in my stomach. I wanted to feel his dick inside me, feel him ramming it in as deep as he could muster.

  He stood up and pulled his boxers off. I turned my head and smiled, watching him standing there stroking his cock. He stared me deep in the eyes, breathing heavily.

  “You want this?”

  “Yes,” I said, almost begging.

  “How bad?”

  “Fuck, I want it so bad.” My body ached for him.

  “Yeah?” he said, smiling as he walked forward and then rubbed the tip through my juices. “This is what you want?”

  “Mmhm,” I said, feeling him slowly push just the head inside me.

  “You want more?”

  “I want all of it,” I said loudly, moving my hips toward him.

  “Like this?” he said, slamming his co
ck inside me. “Yeah, that’s exactly what you wanted, my big dick inside that tight little pussy.”

  I reached up and clawed at the door, groaning and moaning. His cock was so big, so thick, and it filled me completely. He grabbed my waist and began to thrust hard and deep. His hands dug into my sides, and I groaned as he pushed deep inside and then slowly pulled back to the tip. I moved my hand down to my clit and rubbed it furiously as he fucked me. He leaned toward my ear and breathed heavily.

  “You gonna come on my cock?” he asked, slamming it into me again.

  “Yeah,” I moaned.

  “Come on it then. Come hard,” he said, slamming into me over and over until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “I’m coming,” I screamed out, banging my fist against the door. “I’m coming.”

  “Yeah.” He groaned, not slowing the pace, drawing out my orgasm to the maximum.

  I gasped, unable to even whimper. My climax was powerful—so powerful I couldn’t do anything but stand there against the door feeling my body rush with pleasure. My pussy pulsated against him and my thighs shook wildly. When my body finally started to relax, he turned me around and kissed my lips.

  “Suck my cock,” he whispered in my ear. “Taste that amazing pussy.”

  I smiled and dropped down to my knees, grabbing his shaft and looking up at him. He nodded his head and ran his hands through my hair as I looked forward and opened my mouth. I took him in fast and deep, opening my throat until my mouth hit the base. Scott gripped my hair and growled.

  “Fuuuck,” he said. “You are good at that.”

  I smirked, coming back up to the top and reaching up, grabbing his hand and putting it on the back of my head. I wanted him to dominate me, to fuck my mouth and feel the pleasure of my throat. He gripped my hair and pushed me down his shaft and back up, slowly at first but then picking up the speed. I moaned as his cock went in and out of my mouth, my throat wide and his hand steering me where he wanted me. It was so erotic to have him control me like that, and my pussy throbbed, wanting more. He pushed me down to the base and held me there for a moment before pulling his cock out of my mouth.

  “Whew.” He laughed. “Fuck yes. Come here.”

  He leaned down, pulled me to my feet, wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, and kissed me passionately. He pulled me against him, his cock rubbing against my thighs before picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I breathed deeply, digging my fingers into his shoulders.

  “I’m gonna fuck you some more,” he whispered. He turned, biting his lip, and walked toward the back of the house. I reached between my legs and grabbed his shaft, not wanting to wait. He groaned as I pulled it up and pushed it deep inside me.

  “You just can’t wait, can you?” He chuckled, rolling his eyes as I started to rock my hips against him.

  He stopped in the middle of the hall and grabbed my ass tightly, pulling me out and then back in again. His dick dove deep inside of me as he slapped me back and forth against him. I cried out, leaning my head back and pumping my hips with the movement. He turned and pushed my back against the wall and hooked my legs over his forearms. He spread his legs apart and started to thrust hard, fucking me deeply. The pictures on the walls shook and rattled as he slammed his body into mine. I screamed, the heat building again inside me. He breathed heavily, pumping his hips before slowing down and grabbing my ass. He turned and walked to the bedroom, still deep inside me. He walked over to the bed and threw me down on it, grabbing my ankles and putting them up on his broad shoulders.

  I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, waiting for him to fuck me again. He stood there smiling, watching me pleasure myself for several moments before lifting my ass in the air and pushing deep into me again. He groaned as he thrust back and forth, his body slapping against my clit over and over. I put my hands over my head and groaned, knowing I was getting close to another climax. I looked up at him and watched as he licked his lips and grabbed my thighs, grunting loudly as he plowed into me. The lust was still as strong as before, and instead of dissipating, it was only getting stronger. I threw my head back as he went even faster and screamed, feeling waves of pleasure hit me all over again.

  “Yeah, fucking come on that dick, baby,” he said. “Oh, yeah, I can feel you getting tighter.”

  I moaned, tossing my head back and forth as my whole body shook from desire. He reached down and rubbed my clit, intensifying the climax. I cried out in pleasure, my juices flowing down his cock. I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself, but all I could think about was more. More of his cock, more of his body, more of that hot, dirty talk. I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down on his back. He laughed as I turned over and straddled him and pulled his cock inside me.

  I sat down hard and started to immediately grind my hips against him. The feeling of his body against mine sent chills up my spine. He put his hands behind his head and watched me as I moved like a wave over the top of him. I rested my hands on his knees, pushing forward and back against him. I slowly lifted myself and then slammed back down, screaming in pleasure. When I pulled myself back upright, I grabbed my breasts and started to bounce up and down on top of him. He groaned, putting his hands on my waist and picking up my speed.

  “Fuck, yes. Ride me, baby,” he said, letting out a deep growl.

  He lifted me halfway up his shaft and held me there firmly as he thrust his hips up and down. His body slammed into mine over and over as he pushed deeper and deeper. I moaned, throwing my head back and grabbing tightly to my breasts. The heat was back, only this time it was stronger than before. I closed my eyes and gave in to his hands, letting him give it to me however he wanted. I screamed and moaned, growing closer and closer to the finish line.

  “You gonna come again?”

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

  “Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled, lifting me up and turning me over onto all fours.

  He charged up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist, pushing his fingers down over my clit. He rubbed frantically against my hard nub, making me cry out in pleasure. He pushed his dick inside me and thrust in fast, short motions. I could feel his lips moving over my skin, but the only thing I could really focus on was his fingers running circles over my pussy. I gritted my teeth and groaned, dangling over the edge of ecstasy. Scott bit down on my shoulder, and my head flew back, an explosion pulsing through every vein in my body.

  He groaned, feeling me coming, my pussy clamping down on his pulsing shaft. He sat up and grabbed my waist, slapping my ass as I shook beneath him. He pushed and pulled, fucking me as fast as he could. He pushed down on my shoulders, pressing my head and my chest into the bed. He thrust deep several times, and on the fourth push he called out, holding himself as hard and deep inside me as he could. I moaned as his bulging shaft exploded with his hot seed inside me. He leaned forward, breathing heavily, and pulsed lightly until the last of his juices expired.

  That was the best sex I had ever had.

  Chapter 7

  Scott

  I rolled over onto my back and let out a deep breath, groaning as I straightened out. Cassie was lying down on her stomach and turned her head toward me, smiling and chuckling to herself. I turned to my side and kissed her shoulder, thinking about how beautiful she looked with messy hair and red cheeks.

  “What are you laughing at?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” she said. “That was just amazing, unexpectedly amazing.”

  I laughed. “It was pretty good, wasn’t it? I guess it’s better you giggle now than at the beginning. That would have put a damper on my whole night, and probably into next week.”

  “Oh,” she said, rolling over onto her back. “Who’s pretentious now?”

  “Stay the night with me,” I said, throwing caution to the wind. “I don’t want you traveling alone at night, and you can sleep in tomorrow.”

  “I wish I could,” she said, smiling, “but unfortunately, duty calls.”

  “Dut
y? You leaving for the war in the morning? I mean, I am a sucker, but not that big of one.”

  “No.” She nudged my shoulder and giggled. “Family duty. My aunt and uncle are in town for the weekend, and my father has them very busy. They are going to want to have breakfast with me at the crack of dawn. I don’t see them often anymore, but when I was little, they lived just down the street. I was very close to them, and I am home from college, so they want to see me before continuing on from here and heading to the islands for vacation.”

  I snorted. “The islands. I love how you rich people refer to some mystical rich-person vacation. What islands? The Bahamas? Hawaii? Japan?”

  “You’re silly,” she said. “I’m not really sure where. I just know that wherever it is, it will be sunny and sandy.”

  “That sounds nice,” I said. “I’ve never been outside the state, much less the country, and I’ve definitely never been on some fancy vacation.”

  “You’ve never been on vacation?” she said, propping her chin on her hand.

  “No. We were poor growing up, remember? I’m the descendant of a great construction worker.” I smiled.

  “That’s right,” she said, fading off. “I’m sorry. That was very snobbish of me.”

  “At least now you are aware of it,” I said, chuckling.

  “Okay, Mr. Laughs. What are you doing this weekend? Bellying up to the bar all weekend?”

  “Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m working the entire weekend. Can’t be lazy. I have things to save up for, places to go, nails to hammer.”

  “But there is only one shift this weekend,” she said. “The eight to twelve.”

  “Which I almost forgot about.” I laughed. “I have that and other work, but if I tell you, well, I might have to kill you.”

  “Oh, yeah? Tell me. I can keep a secret,” she said, wide-eyed.

  “Well, on the weekends, from one to six, I’m a secret agent,” I whispered. “Then on Sunday, after church of course, I am a sexual surrogate for Mrs. Hoebottom down the street.”