Wild Night: A Second Chance Romance

by Charlotte Sloan

  “When I was thinking about moving back, I heard rumors that you were working here and that the other job fell through. I didn’t really know what happened and I wanted to reach out, but you were with someone at the time and it didn’t seem appropriate.”

  “You could have said something.” Teresa looked away and saw her manager standing nearby, clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. “I mean, that job was the reason we... you know.”

  “Well, every time I thought about reaching out, I would think of how badly I was hurt and I would talk myself out of it. But last night, Mike reminded me of something.” Teresa sat forward in her seat and took her sunglasses off. “He reminded me of what I told him the first day I saw you.”

  James took another bite of his sandwich and put it back on the plate, using a napkin to wipe away some of the crumbs and butter from his hands and lap. As he finished chewing, he took a sip of his iced coffee and sat back.

  “The first day of school was the first day I laid eyes on you. One of those goofy orientation events. I was in a group with Mike and you walked by us as we were talking about god knows what and I told him: that girl is going to ruin my life.” Teresa leaned back, offended.

  “The hell, James? Why’re you doing all this then, if you think I’ll ruin your life?” She turned in her seat as if to stand up, but James reached out and grabbed her hand.

  “Because I told him that I couldn’t wait. To love unconditionally means that sometimes you get hurt. We both acted stupid. We were young though. We made some poor decisions, but we both still had so much growing to do.” He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her hand off her cup, intertwining their fingers. “I know now that I just want to continue growing with you.”

  Teresa glanced over at her manager who gave her a small thumbs-up and walked away, smiling. She looked down at her coffee and looked back up at James.

  “I was hoping you would say that.”

  *****

  James could not have driven fast enough to get back to his apartment as fast as they actually wanted to get there. Teresa had often wondered about the benefits of teleportation and if it would make sense, but after they had decided to give it another chance, the only thing she wanted was to immediately be in bed, naked, with James. It was obvious he felt the same way as well because yellow lights might as well have been green lights at the speed he was taking them, and the tires squealed on each turn, as if they were driving a race car.

  They got back to his apartment complex and sped towards a car that was backing out of a spot near the front of the building. By the time he had thrown the car into park and engaged the parking brake, Teresa was already out of the car, standing by the door to the building, waiting. She was dancing slightly, like a small child that needed to go to the bathroom. She smiled widely as he ran towards her.

  He grabbed her as he ran by; his arm caught her on the lower back pulling her along, his other hand held his keys and fob, which he waved in front of the door. Hitting the handicap door button, he spun around and kissed Teresa as the door opened. Walking backwards, lips still locked together passionately, he pulled her inside.

  Without looking, they blindly stumbled towards the elevator, hitting both call buttons. Her hands unbuttoned his top as his hands were firmly planted on her ass, squeezing and massaging. The elevator bell dinged and he pulled away, shoving her inside. Teresa playfully threw herself harder into the back wall of the elevator and James pounced inside, following her as the doors closed.

  The doors shut and Teresa jumped into James arms, her thighs wrapped around his waist; her arms pulled his shirt off his back and she threw it into the corner. James pressed her against the wall of the elevator and passionately kissed and bit her neck. Teresa loudly moaned and asked for more; his hands travelled up her back from her ass and pulled her hair. She moaned his name and the elevator bell dinged again. But this time, the doors slid open.

  James and Teresa stopped abruptly. Teresa looked over his shoulder to see an elderly woman standing in the doorway, the elevator still in the lobby. With Teresa still wrapped around his waist, James slowly turned around and looked at the lady as well. She chuckled and leaned into the elevator. She pressed the door close button and waved at them.

  “Don’t forget to hit the floor button, you two,” she called after them as the door closed.

  They both laughed and James walked to the elevator panel; Teresa let go of him with one hand and pressed the button for his floor. The elevator shook for a moment and began to ascend. They laughed for a moment to themselves before James gently slammed Teresa back into the wall, his hands now back on her ass.

  James’s teeth pulled at her shirt and kissed her neck as the elevator rose. Her nails created a topographical map of passion on his back until the elevator stopped and the door opened; thankfully it was on the correct floor this time and no one was waiting for them on the other side. Teresa let go and jumped down, snagging his shirt from the corner of the elevator. James pretended to chase her through the halls until they reached his door.

  James fumbled with the keys for a moment as Teresa unfastened his belt. She pulled it completely out of his pant loops, threw it around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss.

  “I can’t see the lock,” he mumbled, and she released him, giggling. He finally unlocked the door and swung it open. He tossed his keys in the direction of the bowl by the door, but completely missed. Teresa was pulling him now; she knocked over empty beer cans and red solo cups as she made her way across the apartment.

  She pushed into his room and he grabbed her shirt and pulled it off of her. She fell back into the bed and raised her legs and butt up so that James was able to deftly pull off her leggings. He didn’t fold them this time; instead, he tossed them onto the floor, her clothes mixed in with his own and formed a pile at the end of the bed.

  They were both naked now. Teresa splayed out in the bed, shimmying up slightly higher, but James stopped and stood for a moment, watching her intently, studying her body. Teresa looked concerned and tried to cover herself with the blanket.

  “Wait, what’s wrong? I know it’s been a few years, but I mean—” James grabbed the sheet away from her and threw it across the room towards the desk.

  “Stop; I’m just taking this in. This is better than all the fantasies I’ve had over the past two years.” Teresa relaxed and James slowly approached her, carefully sliding on top of her. He kissed her forehead gently and proceeded to kiss her cheeks, lips, and ears. She giggled and looked back at him.

  “What’re you doing, James?” Teresa asked, not irritated by the show of affection, but it certainly seemed out of place seeing the way they got into the building.

  “Just remembering your taste. That’s all.” James kissed her, their lips forming a perfect seal, as if they were made for each other; their kisses forced their bodies to contort and intertwine. One hand grabbed her by the back of the neck, just like she remembered, the other hand rested over her shoulder, holding him up above her slightly.

  He began to kiss her neck, and she kissed his as his strong hand forced her head back and forth so that he could kiss both sides. She resisted slightly, but just to tease him. After a few moments of kissing and biting, she flipped him over onto his back and mounted him.

  Her pussy was already moist by the time she started to rub herself on his hard dick. She didn’t let him slide inside her yet, but took the time to tease her own clit and the tip of his cock. His hands lifted off the bed and each grabbed a tit as they were bouncing slightly with each of her thrusts. His fingers cupped them perfectly, pinching her nipples slightly, causing her to let out a low moan.

  Teresa raised up on her knees and took his dick in one hand. She bent down and flicked her tongue on the head of his cock. James shook for a moment as a wave of pleasure swept over him. She spit on his dick and rubbed the shaft as he reached down, still grabbing her tits. Teresa took the tip into her mouth and allowed her tongue to play with his dick as she con
tinued to rub his cock with her free hand. James moaned loudly for a few moments, and with one hand, brushed her hair away from her face so that he could watch as she played with his dick.

  After a moment, she raised back up and remounted him, his hands grabbed her thighs and pulled her close. She took his throbbing cock in her hand and slid it into her pussy. She rested back onto her legs slowly and James watched as his dick disappeared inside her. Teresa very gently started rocking back and forth; her warm pussy fit like a glove over James’s dick. He joined in as well, rolling his hips into her hips.

  She arched her back in pleasure and she screamed his name. Their thrusts came faster and harder. His hands moved from her thighs to her hips, where he pulled and pushed her hips, driving her to new orgasmic heights.

  Teresa was unable to hold herself upright anymore, her body covered in goosebumps and shaking, so she fell onto James’s chest. He adjusted his position so that he was now thrusting deeper and harder inside her. Her tits bounced on his chest as he kissed her neck.

  She could feel that she was about to cum, and her nails dug into James’s skin, a sign that he remembered well. He began to slow down and each thrust became more meaningful. With each thrust, he would kiss her, and her breaths became shallower with each one. Finally, she moaned his name as he held her quivering body.

  Teresa felt her body go limp and James slowly rolled her over onto her back. He reached over her to grab the bottle of water from the bedside table. He handed it to her and she took a sip. As she swallowed the water she looked at him and laughed.

  “My god, I thought I was just getting breakfast.”

  THE END

  ******

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  Bad Boy Crush

  "They're coming,"

  "Chill baby," Simon spoke, pulling Teresa close to him. "We'll be fine."

  Teresa glared, “We better.”

  Simon took the hint and pulled Teresa close. His lean, muscular, ebony arms surrounded her and filled her with a sense of peace and wanting that she had not felt in a long time. She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest for a moment.

  The footsteps that had led them to the end of the alley began to near and with no way around, she hoped that Simon was going to find a way out of it for both of them.

  Simon looked upwards; his unkempt ‘fro and the beard that decorated his lips and chin shone beneath the moonlight. He was a strange one, very different from the men Teresa was used to, so much so that she couldn't help but wonder how someone this wise and caring could live so close to the edge.

  It excited her.

  "This way," Simon said, taking her hand now as he approached a dumpster.

  He closed the lid and hopped on the top, grabbing Teresa's hand as he helped her up the makeshift platform. Simon turned towards the wall and looked up at the ladder to the fire-escape that dangled a few feet away from his reach.

  He placed his foot against the wall and propelled himself upwards, trying to pull the ladder down, but it was no use. It was too high up.

  "They're getting closer," Teresa hushed, getting herself closer to Simon.

  Simon looked past her shoulder and saw the silhouette of the three men coming after them.

  "Can you trust me?" Simon asked

  "Why?"

  "I can't tell you," Simon replied. "I just have to know: Can you trust me?"

  "I think I can."

  "That'll have to do," Simon nodded as he took Teresa into his arms and held her up.

  She couldn't believe what was happening. It was all so dangerous, but she liked it. It was like the evening with Simon unlocked so many things that she had held back for so long that the thrill left her hungry for more.

  "Can you reach the ladder?"

  "I think I can."

  "All right," Simon spoke. "I'm going to give you a little push and I want you to reach out and pull it down."

  "Okay."

  "You can do this."

  With one big push, Simon lifted her up until she was face-to-face with the bottom half of the ladder. Instinctively, Teresa gripped her hands around both sides and felt its weight slide with her as Simon drew her down.

  "You go first," Simon said, standing over Teresa now as if to shield her. "Don't worry; I've got you."

  Teresa nodded and followed Simon's instructions, hiking up the ladder now as she held herself to Simon's promise that he had her and that she would be safe. It had a strange way of manifesting itself, but she knew she was starting to trust him.

  With Teresa halfway up the ladder, it was time for Simon to start climbing. He was quick on his feet, pacing behind Teresa as she carefully pushed her way to the third story of the building.

  "They're getting away!" one of the goons yelled.

  Simon looked down and saw one of the three men pointing upwards as the two others made a rush towards the dumpster.

  "Hurry!" Simon urged.

  Teresa climbed as fast as she could, getting herself up the third story of the fire-escape now with Simon close behind. Quickly, Simon drew the ladder up, making sure it'd be a little harder for any of the three to come up after them.

  Simon grabbed Teresa's hand and led her up the staircase to the next floor when one of the men started firing at them. Quickly, Simon pulled Teresa down and covered her as he withdrew a handgun from his back and opened fire.

  "Let's go."

  With the goons temporarily distracted, Simon and Teresa raced up the winding series of staircases until they sought shelter through an open window.

  The apartment was dark and still. “Whoever lives here,” Teresa thought, “must be a sound sleeper.”

  Quietly, Simon drew down the window and took her hand as he started to fumble to the front door. Escape, it seemed, was just moments away.

  *****

  For Teresa Sandoval, the evening was an unexpected adventure that took a turn for the worse, and that had left her feeling somewhat exhilarated. Canceled plans led her to a night alone with a bottle of wine she was supposed to share with someone else.

  It was her anniversary with Marcus. They would have celebrated four years together had his work not gotten in the way. She loved him and more than anything; she was proud of him.

  In the four years they’d spent together, he had grown from a start-up who couldn't afford to pay for his own meals into the founder and CEO for the second largest telecommunications network in the country, Telenovations Inc.

  Life was good for them; dinners in all the best restaurants in the city, an unlimited expense account that allowed Teresa to buy whatever she wanted, and vacations at the some of the best resorts in the world.

  However, the pressure of being a newly minted billionaire left a strain on their relationship. She could feel it—their romance was dying, and after having struggled so long to sustain it, Teresa realized she needed something else. Someone new who could reignite the fire that burned out.

  And this is how Simon came into her life. It started innocently enough: she was bored and alone one night when she found herself in an adult chat room.

  Being a girl in a place like that left her open to an unlimited number of prospects, most of whom just wanted the essence of her body; an imaginary plaything that left her at the whim of all their despicable desires. It was fun, but nothing seemed to satisfy her until Simon sent her a private message.

  Simon was the only person that ever talked to her. The only person that made her feel like an actual human being. Little by little, she opened herself up to him in the chat so that by the end, the stirring between her legs left her moist and aching for his touch. She didn't want a fantasy to slip herself away to; she wanted something real.

  They started off with an email exchange and before long, they were texting each other regularly. And when Marcus canceled their anniversary plans earlier that evening, Teresa knew it was time to take things with
Simon to another level.

  ****

  They slipped out of the apartment building without any problems and the moment they got in the cab, Teresa just went for it. Everything she had been through with Simon tonight had left her hungry for something primal.

  He opened his lips and accepted her, taking her into his arms now as their bodies connected together like puzzle pieces. Hot lips collided into each other with a frenzy that gave way to a passionate tug; his lips locked on her upper lip while she sucked on his lower lip.

  Simon slipped his arms around her, letting his hand curve around her ass he pulled her even closer to him. Teresa felt the weight of his bulge against her hip, erect and at complete attention. She thought he was ready to take her right then.