Contemporary Nights Volume One

by C. J. Ellisson

  “Yeah?” His lips curved and he smoothed his hand over her hair, his fingers threading through it.

  A dew-like bead of liquid appeared on the tip of his cock and Amy Leigh leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it. He tasted like equal parts of sin and pleasure. Delicious.

  Trent’s moans and forward motion of his hips encouraged Amy Leigh to proceed to new territory. She cupped his sack and caressed the underside of his length with her thumb while suckling him.

  “Ah!” The hoarse exclamation ended with a second moan. With slow rhythmic movements, he slid in and out of her mouth, his eyes locked on her the entire time. After several more thrusts, Trent stopped. His breathing became ragged and his flat stomach lifted and lowed with each breath. Amy allowed him to slip from between her lips but proceeded to swirl her tongue on the tip until he took her by the shoulders and lowered her backward onto the bed.

  Her bra and panties quickly disappeared between kisses and nips and the tangle of arms and legs. Trent’s hot body was hard against her softer one. Amy Leigh ran her hands down his back to pull him even closer, all the while his tongue was driving her wild with lazy swirls on the sensitive skin from throat to ear.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re driving me crazy.” The huskiness in his deep voice confirmed how much. She heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. His warm wet tongue rimmed her earlobe one last time before descending to her left breast, while he sheathed himself. Then his fingers slipped between her dripping center. “Damn, you’re so hot and ready.” Trent’s harsh breaths made her urge him to move faster. Amy Leigh covered his hand, helping to guide his hard member to her center.

  With a single thrust he pushed in, the thickness filling her completely. “Ahhh!” Amy Leigh cried out at the eruption of new sensations. She reached around him and grabbed his butt pulling him to go in deeper. He did not comply and instead pulled out then rammed back in, sending quivers of pleasure through her. The wonderful sensation of his thick length stretching and filling, to move out again, over and over drove her to a mind melting orgasm. Everything faded to a swirling blackness enveloping her, and she lost control of her body. She grabbed at Trent when the sensation of floating took her to a height like she’d never know. Amy Leigh arched into him. “Oh shit, yes!”

  Trent straightened his arms and lifted partially off her. With fluid motions he continued the fast pace, hips pumping between her legs, each stroke sending her closer to another trip to Blissville. She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and he grabbed her ass raised her from the bed. The position allowed his cock so deep, she groaned at the delicious sensations. Following his lead, she lowered her feet behind him and with his hands on her hips, he guided her movements until she took over riding his length, her hands on his shoulders for leverage.

  “Fuck yeah,” Trent’s darkened eyes met hers.

  “Oh, yes!” Amy Leigh threw her head back and moved faster, the beckoning of a crest driving her.

  “Lay back, I can’t stop,” she told him. Amy Leigh pulled up and allowed him to straighten his legs to lay on his back. Without hesitation, he pushed his cock inside her again.

  Riding his hardness, Amy Leigh pressed her hands flat on his pecs, determined not to stop until both came.

  As much as she wanted to close her eyes and concentrate on the sensations, she refused to miss the view of him. Amy Leigh forced her eyes open to admire the flexing muscular man beneath her. Bucking up to meet her steady pace, he managed to look elegant. Amy Leigh slid her palm over his broad chest enjoying the feel of the sprinkling of hair across the tops of his pecs. Between his chest muscles, the naughty trail led down to where they joined. “Damn you’re so hot.” The words seemed to catch him by surprise by the way his eyes flew to hers and the rising of eyebrows. At his hesitation, Amy Leigh slid her hips down to shield him deeper. “Don’t stop! Ignore me. Just keep going. Harder, please.”

  A wicked smile curved his lips. “I plan to.” He grabbed her hips and helped her move faster using his strength to lift and bring her back down against his thrusts. She shifted one leg up, the angle allowed him in even deeper and she cried out his name. The sounds of their moans and the slapping of skin against skin filled the room.

  When his fingers stroked her throbbing nub, her entire sex pulsed and Amy Leigh came so hard, everything went black for a couple seconds. He kept moving and when she opened her eyes she was enthralled. He parted his lips and his eyes closed, his nostrils flared at the exertion. Trent’s muscles bunched and relaxed, she lowered her head to allow her eyes to feast on the path down from his well-formed chest, past the hills and valleys of his abs to where he moved in and out of her. His thick, wet cock appeared and disappeared inside her as she reached between his legs and squeezed his sack. Yes, this was one of those unforgettable moments. They both cried out.

  Trent pulled out and maneuvered her to her stomach. His mouth closed over her right butt cheek, his teeth nipping the sensitive skin of her bottom and Amy Leigh squealed. The heat of his mouth covered where he’d bitten. “You’re freakin’ perfect,” Trent told her, his arm snaking around her hips until cupping her sex. When his fingers slipped between the folds of her sex, Amy lifted her butt toward him. “I am not done with you yet. Still have something for you.”

  The tearing of a second condom had her instantly ready again.

  The message came through loud and clear as Trent thrust into her once again, this time slower. Each inch that slid in was met with his fingers strumming her clit bringing her closer and closer to a third climax. By the time he was seated fully in, she was screaming into the pillow, her entire body racked with sweet tremors.

  Trent held onto her hips, his movements faster and more urgent until with a loud groan, he spilled, emptying completely. His large shuddering body collapsed to the side and he took her with him until they both lay on their sides, still joined.

  *****

  “Why the hell was the room spinning?” Amy Leigh groaned and rolled to her side. If only she could reach the edge of the bed and put her foot on the floor then perhaps it would stop. With much resistance, she managed to drag her eyelids open and noted from the middle of the bed, where she lay, it would take a lot of maneuvering to get to the edge. Her head pounded and she moaned. How much did she drink?

  With a loud gurgle her stomach pitched, any choice of not moving was gone. Amy Leigh sprung from the bed and darted to the bathroom.

  Finally after losing all the contents of her stomach she brushed her teeth and took a hot steamy shower staying under the stream of water as long as possible, allowing it to sooth away the dizziness. Minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom with a towel around her, glass of water in hand. The clock on the nightstand came into focus, eleven. That gave her about an hour to get dressed and ready before heading to the airport.

  Just then a blue piece of clothing got her attention. She neared a shirt that hung on the chair by the desk and picked it up. It definitely was not hers. Amy lifted it to her nose, a familiar scent of male cologne wafted.

  “Oh. My. God.” Amy Leigh stumbled back still holding the shirt. Her knees hit a mattress edge and she sunk onto the bed. Memories of every action the night before with the gorgeous Trent trickled through her dulled brain. She’d actually done those things?

  “Holy shit. I did all that?” Amy whispered before a giggle erupted. Oh yes, and it was the best sex she’d ever had. The man was definitely good. A dirty little secret she’d keep forever and now a souvenir to go with it. If her head didn’t hurt so badly, she’d do a little happy dance. Instead, she got to her feet and looked around the room. Was he still around? She scanned from the bed back to the bathroom and lastly to the closet. Nope, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tasty was definitely not there. Then she saw a sliver of paper torn from the hotel’s pad on the desktop.

  Amy Leigh Paisley? I thought your name was Leigh Mason.

  Regardless of what your name is, it is urgent we meet and

  talk. I’d like to
keep this as discreet as possible. I think your drink

  was drugged.

  Please call me at your earliest convenience. I programmed

  my number into your phone.

  Trent Mulherin

  “Drugged? Hmpf.” No mention of their time together. “How about an ‘I had a great time’ or ‘It was the best night of my life’?” Amy grumbled at the empty room.

  Why would they have to talk? It was a one-night stand and from what she could remember, it was an amazing yet embarrassing one to talk to him about. She was not about to call him anytime soon. Or ever for that matter. Although the idea of being drugged was worrisome. Perhaps she could report it. But then she would be questioned and honestly she remembered very little before coming to the room with Trent. At his name, she hugged the shirt to her and sighed.

  As she returned the note to the desk, she saw a second piece of paper.

  A marriage license.

  Amy picked it up and read it, reread it, and then read it again. In the fill in the blank lines there were the names Trent Andrew Mulherin and Amy Leigh Paisley. “Oh shit.”

  When the heck did they have time to get married?

  The water forgotten, she sat on the bed and stared at the marriage certificate. Then her lips curved. He was all hers. At least for another day or two she could claim him as her husband. “Amy Leigh Mulherin. Nice ring to it.” Of course she wouldn’t tell anyone, her mother would have a cow that she married a total stranger and if anyone got hold of the news in Sweetgum, she’d be labeled the new slut queen.

  Amy Leigh’s shoulders slumped. He wanted to meet to discuss the annulment.

  The phone rang and she jumped. She stretched toward the nightstand and picked up the receiver. “Hello?” her voice came out in uneven tones, from deep to high pitched.

  “Miss Paisley?” The woman on the other end asked, her voice tentative.

  “Yes?” Amy croaked and then cleared her throat. “This is Amy Leigh Paisley.”

  “This is your wake up call. The hotel airport shuttle leaves in forty-five minutes.”

  “Thank you.” Feeling disconnected from her body, Amy Leigh hung up. She went through the motions of dressing and packing her toiletries along with her dress and shoes from the night before. She picked up Trent’s note and the marriage license, folded them, and slipped both into her purse.

  The lobby was quiet but busy. Not everyone slept late in Vegas. Even after a cup of coffee she still had over twenty minutes to wait for the shuttle.

  “Best get this over with.” She looked up Trent’s number on her cell phone and pressed the call button. “Let’s see what the hubby has to say.”

  Chapter Four

  “Trent?” Charlie waved a hand in front of his face and he blinked at his frowning friend. “What’s up with you?” Charlie plopped down on a chair, one of the only two pieces of furniture in the office they’d be sharing, and took a swig of his Coke. “Spill it, something’s up.”

  “Yeah, I suppose I have to tell someone, this is driving me nuts.” Trent went to the door, closed and locked it. Then he pulled the strings on three sets of blinds assuring they had total privacy.

  Charlie stared at the glass wall now blanketed by blinds and whistled. “Oh shit, man, what did you do?”

  Trent took a large breath and met his friend’s eyes. “I married someone I met the night before we flew back from Vegas.”

  Coke spewed from Charlie’s mouth onto Trent’s face. The liquid dripped from his chin to his shirt, but he didn’t bother to wipe it away. His now red-faced friend fell out of the chair laughing so hard he sounded more like a wounded seal than human. After a few seconds, Charlie picked up his head from the floor and looked at Trent, only to begin laughing again. Finally, Trent couldn’t keep from laughing along. “Charlie, it’s not funny. I have a serious situation to deal with.”

  With what looked to be herculean effort, Charlie began to gain his composure but the wide grin remained. “Mr. Trent Andrew Mulherin, the first born of Trevor Andrew Mulherin, esquire, married a stranger during his first trip to Las Vegas. Wow, daddy dearest is going to have a coronary. You better get that shit annulled and make sure he never finds out.”

  “Too late.” Trent grimaced and handed his cell phone to Charlie who eyed it like it was a venomous snake and didn’t reach for it. “We took wedding pictures and sent a couple to my mother. We were drunk,” he added as a form of explanation.

  Charlie reached for the phone and peered at the picture. “You’re fucked.”

  “Yeah.”

  Trent stood and began to pace. “I’m meeting her tomorrow.”

  “Your wife is very pretty.” Charlie flipped through the pictures. “You took a bunch of pictures.” His eyes widened. “Whoa didn’t need to see that one.” Charlie turned his head sideways. “Wait. What is that? Is that your ass?”

  Realizing the nude pictures they’d also taken were still on his phone, Trent snatched the phone from his friend. “Can you be serious for a moment?”

  “Sure, but I need a stiff drink after seeing you butt naked.” Charlie rubbed his eyes. “Didn’t know you had a mole there.”

  “Charlie.” Trent couldn’t help but glance at his phone to see what Charlie spoke of. A shot of his butt greeted him and he deleted it. “My mother wants to meet Amy Leigh. I told her we’d been dating for months and the marriage was impulsive.”

  “Did she freak out?”

  Trent frowned and raked his fingers through his hair. “This is the strange part. She’s actually happy. She said I worried her by never getting serious with any of my girlfriends. Prefers we keep the marriage a secret until we can have a proper wedding so she can invite friends and family, but other than that, she was very supportive.”

  Charlie whistled. “Awesome, I’ve always liked your mom. What about your father?”

  “I don’t know, he was out of town when I spoke to Mom. She said he didn’t say much when she showed him the pictures.”

  “Interesting.”

  “Yeah, well it gets better. My mom wants Amy Leigh and me to go to her birthday party next weekend and spend the weekend there at the house. She’s planning an ‘engagement’ toast and announcement for later and wants to discuss it with Amy Leigh,” Trent said holding up his fingers to emphasize the word “engagement.”

  “So you want to stay married to this...Amy Leigh?” Charlie asked, looking around for his soda can.

  “No.” Trent looked to the door hoping no one overheard. Thank goodness most of the office personnel were not due to start for two weeks. “I don’t even know her. Other than some extremely amazing sex, we don’t seem to have much in common. She’s a party planner from Sweetgum, Georgia. I did some checking.”

  “Where?”

  Trent waved his hand ignoring Charlie’s question. “I’m going to meet with her and convince her to stay married to me for a couple of weeks. I can’t break my mom’s heart during her birthday party. Then we’ll breakup, I’ll tell Mom we were not suited and hopefully it will be resolved easily enough. Perhaps after meeting her, my mother will realize we’re not meant to be and push for the annulment.”

  “And you the ever obedient son will oblige her,” Charlie finished.

  “One more thing,” Trent grumbled. “Miranda is going to be at the party. I called her and told her I got married.”

  Once again Charlie began to laugh. “Why did you tell her? That may prove to be a bit awkward. Girlfriend and wife at the same party.”

  “I told her because she’s going to make a scene. I prefer it not be at my mother’s birthday party. You know her; it’s best to face her wrath sooner than later. Besides, Miranda is not my girlfriend. We broke up months ago, but for some reason she keeps showing up everywhere as if she’s forgotten.”

  “Probably because you keep sleeping with her,” Charlie challenged. “Deny it.”

  Trent went to the door and yanked it open. Jenny tripped in, barely catching her balance. “You almost made me fall,
” she accused Trent and frowned at Charlie. “What are you two doing with the door locked?”

  “And what are you doing eavesdropping?” Trent crossed his arms.

  “Er...I was doing no such thing,” Jenny went to Charlie and sat on his lap, she kissed his jaw. “I was just about to knock.”

  Not convinced Trent lifted a brow at her. “Oh, really?”

  “Oh, all right, I did eavesdrop,” Jenny said and jumped to her feet. She clapped and danced in a circle wiggling her butt. “I can’t believe you got married! Now we don’t have to suffer through any more Miranda double dates.”

  Both men watched her and waited for her dance to end without speaking. Finally, Trent placed a hand on her shoulder when she continued. “It’s not permanent and why didn’t you guys tell me you don’t like Miranda?”

  “Time for dinner, let’s go, honey.” Charlie performed a flawless grab and drag. Seconds later, Trent remained alone.

  His cell phone vibrated and he glanced to see his father’s number. Not ready to go down that road, he let it go to voice mail.

  When the call number faded, the picture of him and Amy Leigh lying side-by-side in bed caught his attention. The only thing they wore were silly grins. It had been a crazy night, one he’d not forget for a long time. His gaze lingered on Amy Leigh’s face. She was definitely a looker. When she called him the day before, her demeanor had been more guarded than in Vegas. From their conversation, she seemed embarrassed and not sure how to address what had happened between them. Truthfully, he’d been taken aback by her reaction to their marriage. It seemed neither of them really remembered much about it. Other than a few flashes of the ceremony, most of it was a big blur for him. Had the bartender drugged her Bellini in hopes of taking advantage of her? There was no doubt at the time of the wedding both of them were present and willing participants.

  Flashes of her throaty words and moans hit him with a lust bullet right where he didn’t need it at the moment.