When wrong feels so right

by Mia Ford

  “Four years, so a long time ago.” She gives me a weak smile and a bit of a giggle. “Long enough ago that Doreen doesn’t have to treat me like a child anymore.”

  “Oh I think she just cares about you… to be honest, this does seem like the sort of place where everyone’s a bit like family. In a good way.” I think!

  “And yet you want to come along and want to build all over it,” Lola says, but with a hint of teasing so I know it isn’t about to descend into an argument. “Just bloody marvelous. It’s always the big city types that want to wreck everything, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know. We have no soul or heart, all we want to do is make money out of everything.” I say this as a joke, but actually it’s much closer to the truth than I’d like it to be. At least for my father, if not me. I’ve never cared too much about making heaps of money but that’s because I’ve always had it. “Anyway, it might be an improvement, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you? In two months you might change your mind completely.”

  “Hmmm, we’ll see about that one. I don’t think I’ll agree until I’ve seen it for myself.”

  “Or maybe you won’t be here… maybe you’ll be a famous singer by then!”

  I am only teasing with my remark, but judging by the way Lola looks crestfallen I know I’ve said something wrong. Only I don’t know what so I can’t even make it right. All I can do is squeeze her fingers between mine and hope that whatever I’ve said doesn’t put her off me. She’s the most interesting woman in this town, I don’t want to push her away already.

  “So, this is my home,” she suddenly blurts out, making me jump. I got so lost in worry then that I forgot we were even walking! “That little cottage, right there.”

  She points to a small, wooden type building that can only be made for one. It’s sitting on the edge of a farm that looks like it was bustling and full of life once upon a time, the sort of place you might see in a children’s picture book, but now it’s failing. Not quite post apocalyptic, but certainly not thriving anymore. The animals appear to be few and far between, the equipment is rusty, the house at the other edge of the farm is crumbling and falling apart. It’s not the sort of home I would have pictured for Lola.

  “Oh right, it’s nice!” I lie a bit too enthusiastically. “It looks really, erm, homely.”

  “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better,” she replies dryly while unlocking the door to her home. “I know it isn’t much, but it’s all we have at the moment.”

  I want to ask her more. I want to pry further into her life and find out all about her but I don’t know if I can. This isn’t even like a first date or anything, just a chance encounter than neither of us were expecting. I don’t know what the rules of privacy are, but I’m sure if she wanted to offer me an explanation, she would.

  Instead of probing her, I step inside behind her and glance my eyes everywhere inside, which doesn’t take long because there’s hardly anything; a tiny kitchen with a tabletop oven and a microwave, plus a couple of drawers to store everything in, then a small table in the same room. There’s a partition separating a couple of chairs and a TV in what must be the living room, and two doors. I presume one leads to her bedroom and one to a bathroom.

  Wow, she really doesn’t have much. Money must be the issue here. No wonder she doesn’t want some big shot billionaire coming into her town and telling her what it does or doesn’t need. We couldn’t be further apart in our worlds if we tried.

  As I walk through and I take one of the chairs, I think about my own home back in the city. I have a massive, luxurious three piece suit in my living room and a massive flat screen television with all the extra gadgets a person could ever want surrounding it. Three of this cottage could fit in that one room. Then I have a kitchen with all the cooking equipment known to man, and I don’t ever use it, I just get take out. I have four bathrooms and five bedrooms. Plus a games room and a reception area. It’s ridiculous really, far too much for just one person. I’ve never seen it that way before, not even once.

  “Why don’t you live in the other building?” I ask without thinking as she hands me a drink. A mug filled with wine so cheap it’ll probably make me sick. Not that I care about that. “I mean, you do have it lovely here, it just seems like there would be more room there.”

  “That’s my dad’s house,” she replies quietly. “I live here so I get my own space and I can practice my music without disturbing him. It’s just easier, and I like it.”

  Oh God, her dad must be a bossy bastard like mine. Maybe he runs a tight ship around here when it comes to the farm, which makes Lola’s life difficult. I shouldn’t have said anything to get involved with family stuff. “Fair enough, I like it too.”

  We sit in silence for a few moments, both lost in our own thoughts. Inside my mind I’m trying to work out just who Lola is. She’s clearly a girl with fire, but that’s been dulled by her circumstances, which is a real shame. I know I can’t do much for her since I’m not exactly going to be around forever, but it’d be awesome if I could show her a good time while I’m here. For the both of us. I’m not usually a big believer in fate but it kinda feels like we’ve met at a time when we both need some fun and company, making it perfect.

  “I have to tell you, I like those shorts,” I say with a wink, amping the tension back up to a sexual one. I think we need to put the serious conversation topics of family, death, and exes to bed for a while. It’s time to be flirty and fun instead. I even add in yet another wink, because she seems to really like them. “They make your legs look very long.”

  “Oh yeah?” She stands up and twirls around, giving me a glimpse of them from the bottom to the top. “W0w, thank you very much. I’m sure you have nice legs too.”

  “Do you want to see?” I join her by standing upwards. I shake off my suit jacket and toss it to the ground as if it didn’t cost me seven hundred dollars. Then I fiddle with the button on my trousers as her eyes bug out of her head. “I have runners legs.”

  “Do you run?” she gasps out, clearly struggling to breathe because I’ve stunned her so much.

  “Nope.” I pop the P teasingly. “Just got the legs for some reason.”

  I think she thought I was joking because she makes a noise as the trousers drop. I have to really stifle a laugh. If that’s stunned her then she’s going to be in with a shock when it comes to me and her. I think we’re going to have a whole lot of fun.

  “Wow.” She gulps loudly. “You really do have runner’s legs.”

  I step closer to her, closing the annoying gap between us. Her flushed cheeks and wide eyes tell me that she’s ready for this. She might not know it herself yet, but she is. I just need to ease her in gently.

  I cup one hand around her cheek, enjoying the warmth of her skin and I direct her gaze up to me. She might not be able to vocalize what she’s feeling with words, but her baby blues say it all. She’s craving my touch, she wants me to kiss her, she brought me back to her home for only one reason.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I bring my head in closer. “So very beautiful”.

  I pause for a moment with our lips almost touching. There’s something that I love about this moment, the anticipation before our first ever kiss. I breathe her in and she does the same to me, both of us with hot anticipation racing through our veins. The moment is coming, we can both feel it, and we know that once our mouths connect nothing will ever be the same between us again.

  Any minute now…

  Chapter 5 – Lola

  Oh my God, what am I doing?

  I’m kissing Brandon, this man that I only saw a moment ago in the bar. I never behave this way, this isn’t like me at all, but damn it, it feels so good. It feels incredible to just let lose and to have some fun. It feels good to act out of character just for once. This man is just a stranger anyway, just some guy who is rolling through town. Never to be seen again.

  And now his trousers are down and his hands are tangle
d up in my hair. Also he’s kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. This certainly isn’t how I thought this night would end.

  The fire that ignited in my belly earlier is fully alight, and the pulsing in my panties is killing me. Half of me wants to close my legs together tight so I can’t get carried away and the other half me wants to open my legs wide so he can drive me wild.

  “Oh, Lola,” Brandon groans into my mouth. “You feel so good.”

  His hand clamps around my back and he grips me to him hard. I can feel every inch of his hard muscles under his shirt, and I can also feel a hardness somewhere else… it’s been such a long time that I’ve found a man equally as desirable as he finds me, so this feels utterly phenomenal. The sensation of his body next to mine almost makes me want to scream.

  Brandon pushes me back until I hit the wall behind me and I go willingly. I’m so swept up in the heat of the moment that I’m happy to go along with anything right now. As long as I still get the feel of his needy fingers grasping at my skin. That causes a warm pool of desire to form in my stomach that I want to remain forever.

  “Oh, Brandon.” As his mouth moves from mine and it travels down my neck, I let my eyes fall closed and my head loll to one side. Every part of my body that he even lightly brushes with any part of him sets me alight. I’m burning, flaming, all over. “Oh God.”

  Brandon yanks at my shirt, pulling it open. Some of the buttons pop on the way down but I don’t care. I don’t care if he rips it clean off my body, I just want it gone. All the material that’s left between me and him is hell bent to torture me.

  As his fingers reach behind my back and he fiddles with the clasp on my bra I notice that he’s actually trembling. To think that this overly confident, amazingly sexy, business man might actually be so turned on by me that he’s shaky makes me want to growl with my sexual prowess. I feel like a feral animal that’s been unleashed from a cage that I’ve been trapped in for far too long. I need this, I have to have him right now or I might just go insane.

  Eventually my bra flutters away from my body, and Brandon steps back just enough to watch it fall to the ground. My chest heaves and my breaths fall raggedly out of my mouth. My nipples stand to attention, begging for attention. As Brandon cups underneath my breasts and he slowly brings his hands up over them, he rubs his thumbs over my nubs a couple of times causing me to gasp desperately. I’ve never felt so many sensations from my breasts before, and it’s incredible.

  “Oh shit.” All of a sudden, Brandon changes things up by dipping his mouth down and wrapping his lips around my hypersensitive nipples. “Oh my God.”

  His lips, his tongue, and then even his teeth. He grazes them over me, giving me the most incredible mix of pleasure and pain all at once. I grab onto his hair, I tug it and yank it as he drives me wild, but that just makes Brandon even more crazy. He speeds up and tugs harder until I just can’t take it any longer.

  Then, just as he pulls his mouth away, leaving my nipples exposed to the cold night air, he hooks his hand into the waistband of my shorts and he pulls them right down. This action is so rapid and fast that my lace panties fly down with them, leaving me with only my cowboy boots on. I move to kick them off, but Brandon stops me.

  “Hold on,” he whispers breathlessly at me. “Leave them on. Let me take your underwear off over them.”

  I find it very exciting to be a part of his little cowgirl fantasy so I do as he asks. I’ve never been anyone’s fantasy girl before, and to be honest he’s mine as well. The tall, dark, handsome stranger that sends me to heaven and back and vanishes in the middle of the night… we’re both fulfilling a role here and it’s really kind of fun.

  Once my underwear is gone, Brandon hooks his hand under my left knee and he bends it so my foot is pressed up against the wall. Then he nudges my knee so my legs fall further apart, allowing him to move in between my legs so he can press up against me.

  Holy hell. Oh my God.

  His thick, throbbing erection that’s pressed up against my core is intense. I can already tell that he’s absolutely massive and he’s definitely ready for me. The only question is am I ready for him? I’ve certainly never had anyone so large before and I have no idea what he’s going to do to me. Will I be able to handle it? I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out. I owe it to the girl who sat up on the stage not so long ago fantasizing about what this was going to feel like.

  I slowly and tantalizingly unbutton his shirt as we kiss, running my fingers over his thick, strong muscles as I go down. He has an actual six pack which is amazing. Not something I’ve ever experienced before. As I touch it, I can’t help thinking that he should be gracing the pages of a magazine, not messing around with me in my cabin.

  I get his shirt off so far but Brandon takes the final steps by shaking it off his shoulders. As he does I actually gasp loudly at the sight of him. He’s so damn gorgeous that it’s freaking me out a little. Then, he curls his fingers around the waistband of his boxers and he pushes them all the way down. While he bends down to pull a condom out of his pocket, I can’t seem to stop myself any longer. I trail my fingers downwards, edging further and further until I feel my own wetness.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan as I touch myself. “Oh shit.”

  Brandon’s eyes get heavy lidded with desire as he watches me intently, He rolls the condom over his cock but doesn’t connect with me right away. He stands there watching me as I run my hand up and down my soaking slit. This is probably something that I should be a little shy about, I’m certainly not usually so sexually adventurous, but with Brandon looking at me like that, and safe in the knowledge that this will only be a one time thing, I can just be as sexually liberated as I want.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Brandon rasps as he finally makes his way back to me. The fact that he said beautiful rather than sexy touches me, and makes me even more crazy.

  Brandon grabs my hand away from me and he holds both of my hands above my head. He pins them there with one hand, then he uses the other to continue on what I was doing only moments before. As he does I buck and I roll my hips towards him. My touch was good, but fuck me his touch is incredible. His rough, yet velvety fingers feel incredible as they slide in and out of me, massaging my insides. I almost can’t contain the pressure that’s starting to build inside of me, it’s nearly too much…

  And then he pushes me even closer to the edge by rubbing his thumb over my clit at the same time. My body is overloaded with sensations, I don’t know if I can stand it much longer.

  Then Brandon’s hand moves away from me and I feel his tip teasing my entrance instead. I try to encourage him inside of me, I want to push him deep into me, but since he has complete control of my body I can’t. But that doesn’t stop me from bucking like crazy against him.

  It’s been far too long since I’ve done something wild that’s just for me. This feels so damn good. It’s freaking incredible, I want more, I need more…

  I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep myself away from the rest of the world if I’m honest. It’s seemed so easy to not go near any man, but that’s got to be because none of them have sent me anywhere near as wild. This… this is something else.

  Eventually Brandon gives me what I need and he slides all the way into me, stretching me around him as he fills me up completely. I’m so damn aware of every inch of him, more than I ever have been with any man before. He slams into me pressing my butt hard against the wall as he thrusts over and over again. With every stroke he gets harder and faster as the animalistic side of him gets the better of him too. It’s too much for me, so much that I lift my other foot off the ground too and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, driving him in even deeper.

  This might be wrong, I might never usually act like this, but my God it feels so right. My head is spinning, I can practically see stars, and the pressure is still building.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry out as the pleasure intensifies. I’m not usually so vocal, but today I can’t stop the
words. Luckily my cottage is too far away from anyone so no one will be able to hear me no matter how much noise I make… which is a truly liberating thought. “Oh fucking hell.”

  Brandon grinds, continuing to hit all the right spots, sending me ever closer to the edge of desire… and then I’m falling. The moment simply crashes into me hard and shakes and shatters through my body. I buck and thrust back as hard as I can, just trying to extend the most amazing pleasure that I’ve ever experienced in my life. It has never been as intense as this before. The orgasm is like a tsunami of bliss that continually crashes over and over me until there isn’t anything of me left. Just a shuddering, sweaty, but very satisfied mess.

  “That was amazing,” I gasp into his mouth once the bliss has shot through him too. “Oh my God, I don’t think it’s ever felt so good before.”

  As Brandon drops me to my feet and he pulls away from me, I wonder if there should be some regret coming to me now. There isn’t, I’m still fully basking in the post orgasmic glow, but there probably should be. I’ve just had my very first one night stand after all!

  But then Brandon smiles at me, and I realize that it’s silly to feel that way. We’re just two consenting adults that met and decided to have a bit of fun. Now, we will part ways. I’ll go to bed and he’ll head back to wherever it is he’s staying and we’ll never see each other again. Well… I’ll probably see him in a lot of my future fantasies, but that’s it.