My One Night: An On My Own Novel

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  But when I wanted more, I knew this angle wouldn’t work. I lowered my hands, reached for her hips, and moved to sit down. She let out a gasp and straddled me as I sat, her heat right above my cock. It didn’t matter that we both wore jeans and there were enough clothes between us that we shouldn’t be able to feel this much friction. All I could do was feel the heat of her. She pushed her hair back from her face, and I cupped the nape of her neck, bringing her closer to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hands moving to either side of me on the couch as she rocked against me. I groaned, my cock pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans. I kissed her again, needing more. She increased the friction, and I wrapped my other hand around her hip, squeezing. She didn’t stop moving. Instead, she ground down harder. I moaned and pulled away, needing to breathe.

  “You keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”

  She smiled at me. “You’re young. You could probably go again right after,” she teased.

  I growled and bit her lip again. “That’s not very nice,” I said and tugged on the bottom of her shirt. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” she panted and lifted her arms. I pulled the blouse over her head, tugging the tank that she wore underneath with it. That left her in a pale, rose-colored bra, her nipples peeking through the lace.

  “Jesus Christ,” I muttered. She blushed and went to cover herself, but I moved her hands. I pulled them gently behind her, capturing her wrists with one hand. The movement pressed her breasts closer to my face.

  “I didn’t know you had all this delicate lace under your clothes.”

  “It made me feel brave for the evening.”

  “Did you know about the dare before you came?” I asked, wanting to know more.

  She shook her head. “No. And I don’t think that Corinne would’ve actually made me complete the dare. It was just a passing joke. And yet, here we are.”

  I lifted my hips slightly, pressing against the heat of her core. “Here we are.”

  I lowered my head, capturing one lace-covered nipple with my mouth. I sucked, and she groaned, but she didn’t remove her arms from my grip. It left her completely at my mercy, yet I knew she had all the control.

  I moved to her other breast, kissing before I let go of her wrists to reach my hand up. I undid the clasp of her bra, and she helped me pull down the straps. When the lingerie was tossed to the side, her breasts were right in front of me.

  They were the perfect size for my palms—not too big, not too small—with dusty rose nipples that hardened with the attention of my gaze.

  “Jesus,” I whispered again and moved to lap at her. She moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair as I sucked on a nipple, biting down gently. “Dillon,” she panted.

  “That’s it, keep saying my name,” I teased, chuckling roughly against her as she laughed, tugging on my hair. I didn’t let go, didn’t stop. Instead, I kept kissing, lapping, leaving gentle bites along her skin as I moved back to her collarbone and her neck, sucking hard.

  My hands were at her hips and then cupping her breasts, before I slowly slid them down her belly to play with the seam of her jeans.

  “I want to see more,” I whispered.

  “You first,” she said, tugging on my shirt.

  A smile played on my lips as I pulled my tee over my head from the back and tossed it beside her bra.

  Her eyes widened, and she looked down at me and grinned.

  “Whoa.”

  “Well, then. I like the sound of that.”

  She kissed me again while I played with her nipples. Somehow, I lifted her, undid the button of her jeans, and pulled them down slightly. We scrambled off the loveseat, both of us panting with need, no words needed. I tugged off her jeans, bringing her panties with them, and then knelt in front of her.

  She was all wet and swollen, and since I was already kneeling between her legs, I leaned forward and took her clit into my mouth, slowly rubbing her swollen folds with my thumb. She moaned, her knees buckling, but I kept her upright with my hands.

  I sucked and lapped, and then looked up at her, saw her gaze darken as she panted.

  I thrust one finger into her, curling it so I could find that bundle of nerves inside, and she let out a shocked gasp before coming on my face as she nearly fell to the floor with her orgasm. I groaned and stood, moving her slightly so she was steady.

  “I just…wow.”

  “Yeah, wow.”

  She looked at me and then rubbed the long, thick line of my cock through my jeans. I groaned, undid my belt, and shoved the denim and my boxer briefs down. I toed out of my shoes and my pants and then stood naked in front of her. Her hand moved to the base of my cock, gripping.

  I put my hand over hers, squeezed harder, and met her gaze. When she slowly ran her hand up and down my length, my hand remained over hers, pressing harder and yet letting her set the pace.

  I almost came right there, right over those beautiful rose-tipped breasts, but I stopped myself, knowing that I needed a moment.

  I met her gaze, swallowed hard, then slowly sat down, reaching for my pants. “Need a condom,” I grunted.

  She nodded, then took the foil packet from my hand before ripping it open. I groaned at the sight, nearly coming again. Then, before taking the condom from her and rolling it down my length, she licked her lips again, and I held out a hand.

  “Ready?” I asked. She met my gaze before smiling sweetly and climbing onto the loveseat. She knelt, her knees on either side of my hips, her wetness grazing the tip of my cock. I groaned again and slid my hands over her hips, meeting her gaze.

  “Ready,” she whispered, and then she slowly lowered herself atop me. She was so tight, far tighter than I expected for some reason, and I closed my eyes and counted to ten. She was fully seated on top of me, my dick inside her to the point I was afraid I might break her, but she just met my gaze after I opened my eyes and slowly pushed my hair from my face.

  “Wow,” she breathed, and I grinned.

  “That’s a good word for it,” I whispered and slowly rocked my hips. Her whole body shook, and I licked my lips, slowly rotating my hips ever so slightly.

  “Whoa, need a minute,” she said, pressing her hands to my shoulders. I froze, sweat trickling down my spine. “Anything you need,” I said, my body shaking.

  “You’re just really big, and I, uh, need time to acclimate.”

  I grinned. “Well, that’s a very nice thing to say.”

  She groaned, rolling her eyes. “You must think very highly of yourself.”

  “I can’t help it. You’re tight around me like a fucking vise, and your breasts are right in front of my face,” I whispered, then reached up and licked a nipple before looking back at her. “I’m in fucking heaven.”

  “Same. Now move,” she groaned, and I nodded.

  “Anything you say,” I said and then moved as requested. She did, as well, rocking her hips and swiveling. I couldn’t help but look at her eyes and wonder who this woman was. Wonder how exactly this had happened. But I wouldn’t regret it. I couldn’t. Because there was something here. Something I couldn’t quite name. We kissed, and we touched, and the two of us moved against one another, our bodies pulsating. I couldn’t help but want more, even though I told myself I shouldn’t. This shouldn’t be more. Couldn’t. And yet, I wasn’t sure how else to feel. I swallowed hard and then kissed her again, slowly sliding my hands between us. I flicked my thumb over her clit, and she shook, her whole body bowing as she came. I pumped into her again, this time harder, and when she met my gaze, I thrust into her one last time, slamming into her, and then I came, too, groaning her name into her mouth as she kissed me again.

  After, we were both sweat-slick, shaking, and I held her close, not wanting this to end.

  I stood up on shaky legs, and she let out a little squeal. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bed, my dick still inside her. I kissed her again as I lowered us, lingering in the moment. I didn’t
want her to tell me that this had been a mistake. That we shouldn’t have done this. So, I kept my mouth on hers, kept her busy.

  In the morning, I’d watch her walk away.

  But I couldn’t do it now.

  Even if I knew I should.

  Chapter 4

  Elise

  * * *

  I slowly opened my eyes and sank into the warmth behind me. Strong arms tightened like a band around my waist, and a very hard, very thick part of him pressed against my backside.

  I froze, but the person holding me didn’t tighten their arms, didn’t move. Instead, he just breathed a little deeper along the back of my neck, sending shivers I didn’t want to think about too hard down my spine.

  I had just had my first one-night stand.

  And now we were creeping into the morning, and I would have to do that walk of shame pretty soon. If I didn’t, it would end up being a full-day stand, and that wasn’t what I had signed up for. Besides, I didn’t think a one-day stand existed.

  I let out a breath and tried not to let the memories of the night before slide to the forefront of my mind. And yet, there they were, coming full force.

  Much like I had the night before.

  I held back a groan at the horrible joke. I knew that if I was making silly puns, even in my head, I was well on my way to a nervous breakdown.

  I tried to move, knowing I needed to get up, find my clothes, and get home. I had texted Corinne the night before so she knew where I was. But she would come to find me if I didn’t get out of here soon. There were reasons you checked in with your friends, and though Dillon seemed like a nice guy and knew how to bring a woman to orgasm not once but four times in a row—maybe it was seven, I couldn’t remember—that didn’t mean he wasn’t a serial killer.

  He might just be an excellent, people-pleasing murderer.

  That time I did groan, knowing I needed to get out of bed. Dillon’s arm tightened around my waist.

  “Elise?” he whispered, his breath warm against the back of my neck. I swallowed hard, not liking how I wanted to sink into his hold. We’d made no promises, and I would not let myself get all starry-eyed over a cute guy who happened to sleep with me after treating me with respect. He’d probably done this with more girls than I could count, and I was just another on a long list that I didn’t care to dwell on. The first time I had seen him, he had been with another girl. He was allowed to be a player or whatever the hell he wanted to be. I wasn’t asking him for promises, and I didn’t have time for them. I just needed to get out of here before I looked him in the eyes and found myself wanting more.

  “I need to head home. I have to study, shower, and make sure Corinne knows I’m okay.”

  Dillon kissed my naked shoulder. I shivered and bit my lip. I could not do this. This had just been one night. I didn’t know what came next. This was my first time having a quick fling, but I knew that wanting more would break the spell and complicate things. And, as all evidence had shown, I wasn’t good at complicated.

  “Sounds like a plan.” He cleared his throat and kissed my shoulder again. “I can help you get ready. Do you want coffee or anything?” He sat up, and I looked at him as the sheet fell, showing off his waist and naked hip. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and then pushed his dark brown hair away from his face. He looked way too damn sexy with the slight beard coming in since he hadn’t shaved for at least a day. I needed to stop looking at him, or this would become a problem.

  “No, I can get coffee at home. Or pick it up along the way.”

  “Did you drive here? Hell, I didn’t even think about that last night.”

  I winced and then sat up, tucking the sheet under my armpits to cover myself. He raised a sleepy brow, but I tore my gaze away from him. Even though he’d had his mouth on every inch of my body last night, it still felt awkward this morning, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to show him everything from the night before. We might not have been drunk—far from it, actually—but there had been an intoxicating mix of something else. Lust? Need? Bad decisions? All of the above? I didn’t know.

  But this had been my one night with Dillon, and now it was over. It was time for that walk of shame.

  “I was just going to call a ride.”

  “I can drive you,” he said and looked around the room. “Let me just grab my jeans. And a shirt. A shirt would probably be good.”

  I let out a hollow laugh, feeling as if I needed to run, but I wanted to maintain some dignity. “No, it’s okay. I think it’d be best if I just called a rideshare to get home. It was my plan last night anyway. That’s how Corinne left.”

  He frowned at me, studying my face far too hard for my liking. Or maybe it was exactly to my liking, and that was the problem. “You don’t regret last night, do you? Shit, Elise. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

  My heart broke just a little, and I softened. I reached out, made another mistake in doing so, and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, away from his eyes. “Last night was wonderful. I had a great time. And you didn’t hurt me. But we both said this would be our one-night stand. All cliched and the like. That means I get to go home alone. And we don’t have to deal with a potentially awkward car ride where we say we’ll see each other, maybe be friends, and then never actually see each other again.”

  “So, we’re going to have this conversation when we’re both naked in my bed?” he said dryly.

  I stilled. “Or we can say we’ll see each other around. Maybe at the coffee place again. I had a great time, Dillon. But you explicitly said that you didn’t have time for a relationship.”

  He met my gaze, searched my face. “You said the same thing,” he said softly.

  I swallowed hard, hating myself a little, but knowing it was easier to just rip the Band-Aid off. “You’re right. Now, I am going to go make use of your facilities and get dressed. I hope that’s okay.”

  He snorted and then smiled softly. “I had the perfect time last night,” he whispered and leaned forward, brushing his mouth across mine. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I parted my lips and soaked in his taste. It might be morning breath and all the other things that came with waking up, but none of that mattered. Because this was Dillon.

  I was me.

  And I had no idea what that meant.

  He pulled away, searched my face again, and I quickly pulled the sheet off him. He laughed, then tugged the comforter over himself so both of us maintained some semblance of modesty. I wrapped the sheet around me, picked my clothes off the floor, and practically ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. My heart raced in my chest, and I looked at my reflection in the mirror, wondering who I was.

  I hadn’t been a virgin before last night. I’d had sex before. With more than one person. And yet, I felt different. My hair was a tangled mess but looked sexy, haloed around my head. My eyeliner had smudged a bit, but it gave me the perfect smokey eye that I could never attain when I tried. My lips were swollen, and I had a little bit of beard burn on my chin.

  I looked sated, pleasured, and scared out of my mind.

  I let out a deep breath and whispered, “You’re fine. Just get home.”

  And as Cinderella had to deal with a pumpkin and losing her glass slipper, I needed to get my business done, get dressed, and leave.

  When I came out of the bathroom, Dillon stood near his loveseat where we’d had sex the first time, and I blushed. He seemed to know exactly where my mind had gone, and a smile crept over his face. A knowing grin. One that made me want to press my thighs together until I told myself I needed to stop thinking about things like that.

  “Anyway, thank you,” I said, and closed my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

  Dillon shook his head as I lifted my lids again and stepped forward. He brushed my hair away from my face before handing me a hair tie. “It belonged to one of my sisters-in-law. It’s new, but she left it here when they were unpacking and helping me move in. You look gorgeous, but…just in case.”

  I blushed
and took it from him.

  “Thank you. Having sex-head hair probably isn’t a great thing.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “I think you look fucking sexy, but what do I know? I’m just a guy.”

  I blushed again. “You’re making it hard for me to walk out of this room, Dillon Connolly.”

  “I think I want you to feel that way.”

  I met his gaze and shook my head. “I should go.”

  “I think you should give me your number first,” he said slowly.

  I froze. “Wouldn’t that negate the whole purpose of what we did last night?” I asked, oddly terrified.

  He tilted his head. “I don’t know. We don’t have to have sex again if you don’t want to, but I like you, Elise. And you’re welcome to take a rideshare home so we don’t have another awkward conversation, but I’d really like your phone number. Even if it’s only so you can text me when you get home, and I know you got there safely. But I’d still like a way to reach you.”

  I relaxed marginally, knowing this was probably a bad idea, even if it sounded good in context. “Okay, so that you know I’m safe.”

  “Okay,” he said, though I had a feeling that wasn’t exactly what he had been thinking. But I would ignore that for now. It was safer for my sanity and anxiety if I did.

  I pulled out my phone and noticed I had another message from Corinne after I’d checked in when I was washing my face. She told me that I would be answering a few thousand questions when I got home. I ignored that text and looked up at Dillon.

  “Okay, I can text you now. How’s that?”

  He rattled off a number, and I texted a simple emoji, just a smiley face, not knowing what else to do. His phone dinged, and he looked down at it and smiled, then looked at me before cocking his head as he studied me. He didn’t lean forward, didn’t kiss me again.