"Look, Brynn, I've heard some stuff through Riley. But it sounds like you and Larson hit it off really well. It's probably best if you just ask him straight up. I don't want to give you third hand information that I don't even know the whole story about, and which could be wrong."
"You mean I should ask the guy I was about to go have a one night stand with, 'Why did you run away from the law?'"
"Sure." Whitney shrugs. "If you want to know, of course."
"Why wouldn't I want to know?"
"Well, you know. Maybe you just want a wham bam thank you ma'am? You're only in town for one night…"
"So maybe I don't want to know. Maybe I just want to enjoy it. You're right."
Whitney is so goddamn smart. I don’t know why I always have to overthink everything.
"If for some reason you like him or see a future with him, then go ahead and ask him about his past," Whitney says. "But if not, then just live in the present and continue the fun night you were having with him."
"You're so wise," I tell her. "I think I'll take your advice."
"Which part?" she asks.
"I'm not sure yet. I'm going to go give Caleb a goodnight kiss while I think about it."
"Don’t wake him up!" Whitney groans. "He made me read all four of his Thomas the Tank Engine books before he went to sleep."
"Yeah, he can be demanding like that," I laugh.
I tiptoe into the spare bedroom and find Caleb asleep in his monkey costume. I know without Whitney having to tell me that he refused to take it off to change into pajamas. He loves that damn outfit so much.
I kiss him on the forehead and look down on him, instinctively knowing which part of Whitney's advice I’m going to take.
I may have just met Larson, but it felt like we had a real connection. The sexual tension is through the roof, but I thought there was something more serious lurking underneath.
But I know I need to delete that thought from my mind. As Whitney said, there's no use in prying into Larson's past if I don't want a future with him. So I will keep it as just one night of fun and remind myself not to get too nosy and ask a bunch of questions.
I can't risk involving Caleb in a relationship right now. He's still getting over the turbulence of his dad leaving. If I ever get into a serious relationship, it needs to be with someone steady and responsible. Not a bad boy biker who runs from the law.
I walk downstairs to give Whitney a hug goodbye.
I think about how nice it is for Riley to have such steady connections and how things might have been different if I had stayed here in Albuquerque after law school like she did. I even think about what life would be like if Caleb and I were to move back here now that there's no father figure in the picture, anchoring me to our life in New York City.
I shake my head and tell myself to snap out of it. My job is in New York. There's no job here that could provide the kind of life that Caleb deserves.
I don't know why I even thought of it. I was obviously just a little homesick, and probably burnt out from working so hard at my firm.
"Thanks again," I tell Whitney. "Text me if you need anything or if the police want to talk to me."
"Sure," she says.
She pauses— obviously debating whether or not to pry and then deciding to— and asks, "So, what are you going to do?"
"About Larson?" I ask.
She looks at me funny and nods, as if to say, What else could there possibly be to decide?
"I'm going to let him wham bam me," I tell her. "And then I'll be on my way back to New York, where I belong."
"I thought you'd say that," she says, with a grin. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do… with my husband who is out of town, and so I can't, of course."
"Oh, I think I probably will," I tell her, as I think about Larson's hands all over me on the dance floor. How he tried to finger me right then and there. And how I should have let him.
I have a feeling I'm in for a night of pleasure beyond anything I've ever experienced, now that those crazy clowns are out of the picture and now that I'm not worrying myself about my one night stand's past.
What a crazy, scary, fun night it's been. I just have to hurry up and get to Larson so we have enough time to continue the fun part.
Chapter 11 – Larson
"Thanks again so much for saving the day," Brynn says, once we're in her hotel room. "Whitney's really grateful too, and she's got everything handled."
I wait for her to mention the cops or ask why I'd run off, but she doesn't. And I'm glad. Because that would ruin the mood.
"That's good," I say, pulling her close to me. "Because I want to handle you now."
I don't want to think about anything that happened before her. I don't want to talk. I'm not that kind of guy. I just want to fuck her.
Sure, she smells like autumn: freshly raked leaves mixing with the cool air under a full moon. And she's probably the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.
But she's also a fancy pants lawyer who hobnobs with fucking douchebag billionaires who give her VIP service at their fancy private house parties. And I'm a biker who runs from the law. So, I just want to focus on tonight and all the things I want to do to her.
I grab her bare ass cheeks, hard, as I kiss her.
"I'm glad you're going to finally let me do what I wanted to do all night at the party," I say.
I place her hands up against the wall and shove my cock up against those red panties.
"You're such a fucking tease," I tell her, grinding against her bare ass. "But I knew you'd give me what I want."
I lift up her skirt and pull her thong to the side so that her entire pussy and ass are exposed to me. With my other hand I rip her blouse down so that her tits fall out and I pinch one of her nipples in between my fingers.
"You like this, don't you?" I ask her, as I begin taking my pants off and putting a condom on.
All the while I've got one hand on my cock, rubbing it all over her ass and around her pussy, teasing her like she teased me all night.
"Yes," she moans.
"You want my hard cock inside you, don't you?"
"Yes, please," she says, begging for it the same way she was at the party, when those pretty eyes of hers wouldn't leave mine while she sucked the lime that was in my hand.
I bend her over even more and spread her legs further apart. Now the head of my cock is right up against the opening of her pussy. I can feel and see how dripping wet she is for me.
I smack her ass once, twice, until she cries out in that way I was waiting for. The way that's something in between a moan and a whimper. The way that tells me just how ready for me she really is.
"Ouch," she says, and then, "Oh, my God," as if she likes the pleasure mixed with the pain.
She wants me now just as much as I want her. I can tell.
I slide my cock into her pussy and she gasps.
"It's so big," she says, but I take my hand and cover her mouth.
"Let me do the talking," I tell her.
I don't need her to tell me what I already know: that my cock is huge. I need her to show me how much she enjoys what I do with it.
I pound it in and out of her until she starts to scream.
"Yes! Yes! Oh my God. Larson. I'm coming!"
"That's it," I tell her. "Be a good little cheerleader slut and come all over your quarterback's big hard cock."
She leans back against me, quivering and moaning.
That's exactly the way I want her.
It's all I can do to keep myself from coming too. Those hips, that ass, those curves. I've never seen or felt so many gorgeous assets all on one woman.
But there's still more that I want to do to her.
"Larson, that felt so good," she says, panting.
"Hold on tight, because we're not done yet."
I turn her around and looking into her beautiful eyes.
I begin to realize I'm in deep trouble. Because I love fucking her, and feeling her so c
lose to me, and I don't want this night to ever fucking end.
Chapter 12 – Brynn
I can't believe this man I just met has the power to possess me to this extent. I can feel him throughout my entire body. I don't think I’m ever going to be the same after this. And he isn't even done yet.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. I love looking at his chiseled chest, sculpted abs, and colorful tattoos. Not to mention, of course, that he has the biggest, hardest cock I've ever seen or felt.
He puts it back in me and thrusts it in and out as my back is up against the same wall my arms had just been up against.
It seems like the entire room is shaking but like my body is shaking even more. He sticks a finger in my ass hole and I don't even care. In fact, I like it. I like everything he does to me.
"Tell me you're my dirty little slut," he says, as his cock pulses inside me.
"I'm your dirty little slut," I tell him.
I like doing what he says. I like that he takes charge.
He takes the same nipple he had just been twisting with his fingers into his mouth and sucks on it. A ripple of electricity shoots through my entire body. With his other hand he plays with my clit while he fucks me.
"You make your dirty little slut feel so good," I tell him.
I surprise myself with the dirty words coming out of my mouth, matching his, but I can't help it. He makes me lose all control. I must be under some kind of Halloween spell he put on me, using his cock as a magic wand.
"I'm going to come again," I say, as he moves his hand that was on my nipple back down to my ass.
"Good," he says. "Because I'm going to come too. And then the next time I see you, I'm going to fuck you even harder."
All the synapses are firing in my brain and it takes me a minute to realize what he said. The next time he sees me.
But as his cock pulses inside me and we both come together, I know that I want to see him again too. I just can't go forever without feeling his cock again. And his touch. And his warmth.
This time he lays me down on the bed and lets me pant. I'm glad, because I'm exhausted.
He wraps a strong arm under me and holds me tight. I put my face on his bicep and momentarily marvel at the fact that just a couple hours ago, I was afraid of clowns wrecking havoc outside but right now I feel safe and whole here in his arms.
Holy shit , I think.
I'm going to have to ask him about his past. I need to find out what's up with him to know if we really have a chance at making this something more than a trick or treat one night stand.
But I don't have much time to think about it, because I barely hear him say "sweet dreams, my sweet" before I drift off into a peaceful and relaxing sleep.
Chapter 13 – Larson
The next morning, I'm awake before Brynn is up. It’s an old habit of mine since basic training— to get up early in the morning, usually before anyone else. Even though I want to fuck her again, I decide to let her rest.
It's probably rare that she's able to get a chance to sleep in. And I know she's so tired from our hot fucking session last night.
I'm letting myself into the hotel room, carrying a tray of food, when she wakes up and smiles at me.
"Room service," I announce professionally.
"Aren't you a sight for tired eyes," she says. "And so is that chocolate chip muffin you're carrying."
"I can't exactly make you breakfast, so I figured that bringing it up from the hotel restaurant would be the next best thing."
I sit next to her in bed and feed her the muffin. Then we eat the rest of the food before she says, "I'd love to stay. But I need to…"
"Get back to Caleb," I finish her sentence for her.
"Yeah," she says. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I tell her. "I completely understand."
"You do?" she says. "Because I always thought that only another parent could know what it's like to…"
She stops, apparently suddenly realizing that she might have said the wrong thing.
"To worry about a child? To take care of a loved one?" I ask her.
She nods.
I turn away, the heat burning in my face.
Maybe this was a mistake. I'm not ready to talk about it. To let anyone else in. Not after what happened. I never want to get that close to someone again.
"Do I have time to shower?" I ask her.
"Sure," she says.
I walk to the nice marble tiled bathroom— Clay sure knows how to put his lawyers up in style when they’re in town for his parties— and step into the shower, glad for the chance to break away from her. But even in here, I can't stop the aching my body feels to be close to her.
Great.
I have a fucking boner.
She comes into the bathroom as if she somehow knows.
"Mind if I join you?" she asks. "We don't have to talk."
"Sure," I tell her.
She takes off her clothes so that I can see her beautiful body again. Her curves are gorgeous. I can't believe she’s doing what I would want her to do without me eve having to say a word. I'm never able to be with a woman who just lets me be me. Lets me feel things without having to talk about them, explain my feelings, or justify anything.
She joins me in the shower, and scrubs my back with the bar of soap.
"I always wonder how single people are supposed to really clean their backs," she tells me. "It's not like we can reach back there ourselves."
I begin laughing, the water streaming down my face, and so does she.
I pull her in and hug her close and tight.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better— that she couldn't be any more perfect or have any better sense of what I need and when I need it— she kneels down on the tile surface and takes my cock into her eager mouth.
I groan softly as she licks around the head and plays with my balls. Then she sucks on the tip while she moves her hands up and down the shaft.
“That’s awesome, baby,” I tell her, the “baby” slipping out without me meaning it to.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this close or intimate with anyone. It scares me. I nearly feel unable to control myself.
I want to just let go and explode in her mouth but I also want this amazing experience to last a bit longer. I take her hair in my hands and move her mouth up and down, my cock going in and out of her mouth.
“You love when my cock’s in your mouth, don’t you, my little slut?”
“Mmmm,” she says, humming against my dick as it’s crammed all the way into her mouth. “Yes, I do.”
Her face looks like she means it, and her sucking motions say the exact same thing. I look down at her big eyes staring back up at me and I can hardly stand it. I wish I could keep my cock in her mouth forever. Just jammed deep and cozy down her throat, where it belongs whenever it’s not in her sweet, tight pussy.
Holy fuck. I can hardly stand it.
I feel my cock begin to pulse. Then she puts it all the way down her throat and sucks.
"Oh, my God. Brynn. That's perfect. Just perfect."
I’m beyond capable of even dirty talking right now. I have nothing left inside me but pure, raw honesty— plus the cum I’m eager to spill into her mouth as I feel the sweet release she’s so fucking good at giving me.
I feel a twinge at the base of my balls and I start to throb in her perfect, open mouth. It’s a powerful feeling to see my cock shoved deep into her mouth, my balls on her chin, looking down at her and knowing that she’d do anything for me, that she’s literally on her hands and knees for me, pleasuring me with her lips, her tongue, her hands.
I empty myself into her mouth, moaning deep within me as she draws me out. I stay looking down at her for a second more, before taking my cock out of her mouth and rubbing it around her chin and lips for good measure.
There’s still some of my cum dripping out, and she licks up my juices. With her mouth half open, I can see my semen in there, making itself
at home, except for the parts that are spilling out because I blew such a big wad that she couldn’t swallow it all fast enough.
Finally I let go of my cock. I steady myself on the glass shower door, realizing that I’m completely fucked.
It was only a fucking blow job , I remind myself, before I get too caught up in the moment. You’ve had so many of them before.
Sure, it was probably the best fucking blow job I’d ever had. And that’s likely why I’m feeling so damn attached. I have to remember to think with the correct head, and not mix my emotions with my testosterone.
Still, try as I might, I can’t escape the powerful feelings that have washed over me just like the water just did. I’m wondering how I'm going to fucking live without Brynn when she leaves Albuquerque and heads back to her life in New York that is completely different from mine.
Chapter 14 – Brynn
I don't want Halloween to be over. But it is. I've changed back into my normal clothes, and I have to go back to my normal life, whether or not I like it.
I can't be a cheerleader forever. I can't be a biker outlaw's little slut forever either.
Why not? I ask myself, as I hold onto his waist on the back of his bike while he drives me home.
Because you don't even know who he is , I answer myself.
I never got around to figuring that out. Perhaps because I was too busy sucking him off and loving it.
I ring the doorbell and Caleb comes rushing out, reminding me for the thousandth time how great it is to always come home to him— even today when it means leaving Larson.
"Mommy! Mommy!" He screams, catapulting himself into my arms.
I pick him up and twirl him around. He's still wearing that damn monkey costume. He's going to need a bath before we leave.
"Sorry, Brynn," Whitney says, as she peeks her head out from the kitchen. "I couldn't get him to take it off."
"Don't worry about it," I tell her. "I'm just glad he had a fun time."
"And it looks like you did, too," Riley says, poking her head out beside Whitney's and winking at Larson and me. "Jensen and I thank you for the privacy, by the way. We had a great night."
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