If Only For One Night

by Brenda Hampton

  Between the two of us, there was an almost deafening silence for a few seconds, until finally Jaylin broke out laughing so loudly people were looking in our direction. Needless to say, I wasn’t too happy with him at that moment. “Okay, are you done now?” I asked, visibly irritated.

  Jaylin was still laughing like it was the most hilarious thing ever. “Hell, no, I’m not finished. That is some of the funniest shit I ever heard! Thirty seconds ain’t even enough time for me to get my dick wet! And you put up with that shit for five years?”

  “Yes, Jaylin, I did.”

  “Why in the hell would you do that?”

  “I didn’t think you’d understand,” I remarked, my annoyance with his questions apparent.

  But Jaylin wouldn’t let the subject go. “Try me.”

  “Because I loved him, and it wasn’t all about sex with us.”

  “Sounds to me like it wasn’t about sex at all. Did you even get off when y’all had sex?”

  “Sometimes I did, sometimes I didn’t,” I replied, becoming exasperated.

  “Do you want to know what I think?” Jaylin asked. I was pretty sure it was a rhetorical question.

  On a loud exhale, I replied, “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”

  “You’re right, and I’m probably going to piss you off by saying this, but since we’re keeping it real, here’s my take. You may have loved your ex, but I don’t think that’s the only reason you stayed with him for so long. I think you felt sorry for the brotha because he sucked in bed, and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings by kicking him to the curb. You sacrificed your own pleasure just to make him happy.”

  “Thank you for that colorful psychological commentary, Dr. Phil, but you don’t know me, and please don’t presume that you do.” Problem was Jaylin was right. I did stay with my ex all that time because I didn’t want to hurt him. I mean, he was a good guy and I did love him, but I also believed that my breaking up with him just because the sex wasn’t up to par seemed, well, shallow. When I actually did end the relationship, it had very little to do with sex, and a whole lot to do with the fact that I couldn’t see myself spending the rest of my life with him because of other issues we had.

  Jaylin continued his unsolicited assessment. “Sorry, baby, but your ex was slackin’ on the job. If the dick wasn’t gettin’ the job done, his face should’ve been in the pussy all day long. No woman should ever leave a man’s bed unsatisfied, especially a woman as fine as you are. If I was him, I would have done whatever was necessary to please my woman.” I wanted to be mad at Jaylin for grilling me the way he did, but after what he just said I found it difficult to remain angry.

  “Thanks, but can we please change the subject now?” I had had enough of this discussion. “I am definitely ready for another drink,” I voiced. The mimosa and two Moscatos I drank did little, if nothing, in the way of a buzz for me, and I needed something a little stronger. “Order me a kamikaze, please.”

  Once Jaylin got the server’s attention, he ordered drinks for both of us. I needed a breather, so I grabbed my purse and stood up, intent on heading to the ladies’ room. “Will you excuse me for a minute?”

  Jaylin stood and queried, “Are you alright, baby?”

  I put on the biggest fake smile I could muster. “I’m fine. I just have to go to the ladies’ room.” I turned and headed off in that direction. I wasn’t really good at covering up my feelings, so I knew Jaylin could tell I was lying, but at that point I really didn’t care. Once I reached the ladies’ room, I stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes for a second, reflecting on what Jaylin had said. I wanted to hate him for being so observant and on point, especially for someone who just met me a few hours prior, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t fault the man for being honest, no matter how crude and unwanted his honesty was. If anything, I was disappointed with myself for staying so long in a situation that I could, and should, have ended years ago.

  But I was done with my pity party. I was determined to enjoy the rest of my evening. I got myself together and walked back over to where Jaylin was sitting. He stood up, again, as I reached him. I noticed he had taken off his suit jacket and had laid it neatly on the back of the couch. Jaylin looked good without that jacket, really, really good. We both sat down, and he handed me my drink. “Thank you,” was all I could muster to say at that moment.

  Jaylin and I sat in silence for a few minutes. I still felt a little unsettled by what he said earlier. The DJ was ending a house music set and started playing reggae music. I was wrapped up in my own thoughts when I heard Jaylin call my name. “Giana.”

  “Yes.”

  “Dance with me,” he said, his hand held out to me as he got to his feet.

  I had to get out of my own head, and took Jaylin’s offer as a much-needed diversion. I took his hand and stood up. We could have walked over to the dance floor, but instead we stayed right where we were. Jaylin put his arms around my waist, and I put mine around his neck. He pulled me close to him, my body flush with his. We started to move in rhythm to Maxi Priest’s Art of Seduction. I loved reggae music, possibly because I have island roots in my blood. Problem with dancing to it is it usually requires intimate contact, something I wasn’t comfortable with when it came to dancing with a stranger. Some men took it as an opportunity to feel you up or try to have sex with you through your clothes. But I didn’t mind with Jaylin, despite the fact that I felt his hard-on pressing against me.

  Jaylin was a good dancer. He actually knew how to move his hips to the music. Some men didn’t. The way he was pressed against me, his penis was rubbing against my clitoris, and I felt myself getting wet. I was trying to keep my mind on the music, but it was becoming a task. Luckily, Jaylin started talking. “You haven’t really said anything since you came out of the bathroom. You mad at me because of what I said earlier?”

  I looked up into his beautiful gray eyes. “No, I’m not mad. Thing is, you were right about everything. I just don’t like admitting it to myself, that’s all, let alone talk about.”

  “Okay, let’s talk about something else then. So you really ain’t had no dick in six months?” Jaylin asked again.

  I laughed despite myself. “We’ve already established that, but just to reiterate, no I have not had sex in six long months.”

  The song changed to “Give It to Her” by Tanto Metro and Devante. Gee great. This music was not helping at all. Jaylin shifted his position so that his penis was now not only stroking my clit, but my already wet folds as well. It felt so good I bit my lip to keep from moaning. “Let me get this straight, no dick in six months, but in reality no GOOD dick for five and a half years.”

  “Can you make my sex life sound any more depressing?” I asked, leaving one of my arms around his neck, and placing a hand on his chest. I placed my head on his shoulder because I didn’t want him looking in my face and seeing how much I was enjoying this little dance of ours. I knew it was just a dance, but I hadn’t felt anything like this in a really long time. My walls were having a dance party of their own, and try as I might, I couldn’t make them stop.

  “Sure I can, but I won’t. Instead, let’s think of a way we can make it better.”

  I knew where this was going. And as if on cue, the next song said it all. It was Sean Paul with Keyshia Cole belting out “When You Gonna Give It Up to Me.” The way Jaylin was working me, I felt like I was going to have an orgasm any second. I couldn’t let that happen. I freed myself from his grasp, and turned around, backing myself up to him. I took a deep breath, and continued dancing, grinding my round derrière against Jaylin’s rock hard penis. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

  “You, me, and my hotel room for the rest of the night. Baby, I guarantee it’ll be much, much longer than thirty seconds. I’ll make it a night you won’t ever forget,” Jaylin said into my ear, his soft lips brushing against it. His hands found their way down my thighs, pulling me
even closer to him.

  “Awfully smug aren’t you?”

  “Not smug, confident. Confident enough to know that I can give you exactly what you want and need,” he replied, turning me back around to face him.

  Smug, confident, or whatever you want to call it, this man was really getting to me. I was almost ready to give in to him; almost, but not quite. “I don’t know, Jaylin, I want to,

  but . . .”

  “But what? What are you afraid of?” he questioned, looking me squarely in the eyes.

  “I’m not afraid of anything.” I lied. I was afraid. Afraid of what Jaylin would think of me if I slept with him tonight, that I would have major regrets, and that I wouldn’t respect myself in the morning.

  “Then if you’re not afraid, why are you depriving yourself of something you want? Tell you what; I’ll give you a few minutes to think about it while I go to the men’s room. When I get back, I’ll ask you what you’ve decided. I hope your answer is yes.” Jaylin released me from his grip, and made his way towards the men’s room.

  No pressure there! I had all of maybe five minutes to decide whether or not I was going to have a one-night stand with a man I had just met a few hours ago. Five minutes to decide if I would go for one night of pleasure or go home with all this pent up sexual energy. What a choice! I sat down, contemplating my next move.

  After what seemed like the shortest few minutes in history, Jaylin came back over to where I was and sat next to me. “So, Giana, are we going to do this or not? Your move.”

  I took a deep breath and gave him my answer. I simply said, “Yes.” From that moment on, I had decided to drop all my misgivings and let nature take its course.

  A smile crossed Jaylin’s face. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. Once I settle up this bill, let’s go, before I change my mind.” Not that I would have changed my mind at that point, but he didn’t need to know that.

  “Tabs already taken care of,” he said. Without another word, Jaylin grabbed his jacket and my hand and we exited the building. He walked me to my 2010 blue graphite metallic Volkswagen Jetta TDI. I deactivated my car’s alarm, and Jaylin opened the door.

  “What hotel are you staying at?” I asked.

  “The Siena Hotel in Chapel Hill.”

  “Really? The Siena Hotel is only a few minutes from my house. You can follow me there to drop off my car and I need to pick up a few things.”

  Jaylin agreed and followed me to my condo. I quickly ran upstairs to my bedroom, going between my walk-in closet and bathroom, packing an overnight bag with toiletries and some clothes. I was about to walk back downstairs when I realized I had almost forgotten the most important reason for stopping home in the first place. I ran back into the bathroom, looked in a drawer, and pulled out a box of unopened extra large condoms. I made a habit of buying them for my ex and me. Needless to say, this box had been sitting around for a minute. I checked the expiration date, and once I saw they were still usable, I threw them in my bag, and took off for the stairs.

  Once I turned off the lights, I reset the alarm via the front door keypad, and exited through the front door. After I locked up, I walked towards Jaylin’s car, which he was leaning up against, arms folded across his muscular chest. “What took you so long? I was beginning to think you changed your mind,” he smirked, taking my bag from me and opening the passenger’s side door.

  “Impatient much, Jaylin?”

  “Possibly,” he said, shooting me a megawatt smile. I got inside, and he closed the door. Once he placed my bag in the trunk, he got into the car, and drove the short distance to The Siena Hotel. When he pulled up to the hotel, I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. In the very front of the hotel was a lighted 4-tiered fountain surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges. The hotel itself was a four story off-white brick building with off-white columns and a red awning at the entrance.

  Jaylin parked the car, grabbed my bag out of the trunk, and opened my door for me. As we walked towards the hotel entrance, I remarked, “All this time living right near this place, and I never really paid attention to it. It’s really nice.”

  “If you think this is nice, wait until you see the inside,” Jaylin stated. He wasn’t lying. When I stepped inside, The Siena definitely had the look and feel of a world-class luxury boutique hotel with European-style furniture and antiques, Italian marble floors, and majestic columns decorating the brightly lit lobby. And to think, I lived right down the road from all this!

  Jaylin and I walked to the elevator, which luckily for us, was already on the first floor. We stepped inside, and he pressed the button for the fourth floor. When the doors closed, I turned around and leaned against the elevator wall. Jaylin boxed me in, pressed his body against mine, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Last chance to change your mind, baby. Once we get inside that room, it’s you and me for the rest of the night.”

  “No chance of that, Jaylin. I’m in it for however long it takes,” I said, returning his gaze. When the elevator doors opened, Jaylin backed up, and stepped out, with me following. We walked down a long hallway, stopping once we reached the last room at the end of the hall.

  Jaylin took his keycard out of his pocket and opened the door. When he let me enter the room first, I realized that it was obviously a suite. I had to stop for a second to admire the surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the large sitting and dining areas. To the left of those were the French doors leading to a private balcony. To the right of the sitting area was an alcove leading to a huge king-sized bed.

  I was in such awe of the room that Jaylin had to get my attention. “I take it you like the room,” he said.

  “I definitely like the room. I might have to check in here one night just because,” I replied.

  “Nothing wrong with that. Do you want something to drink?” he asked, as he took off his suit jacket and shoes, placing them in the closet.

  “A bottle of water, if you have one.” I had had enough alcohol for the night, and needed to keep a clear head.

  Jaylin placed my bag on a chair, and got me a bottle of water. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a minute.” He walked into what I assumed was the bathroom.

  I took my shoes off and also placed them in the closet. When I did, I noticed how orderly everything was arranged. And I thought I was a neat freak! I made short work of that bottle of water, then removed my bag off of the chair and placed it on the bed. I took out the box of condoms, and placed them on a nightstand. I then took out something more comfortable to change into.

  Jaylin finally came out of the bathroom, and when he did, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. The only thing he had on was a pair of black boxer briefs. All I can say is that man’s body was a marvel to behold! Nothing but pure muscle for days! My eyes traveled up and down his body, and settled on the massive bulge in his underwear. My walls started having that dance party again, and I had to pull my eyes away. “See something you like?” Jaylin queried with lust in his expression. I’m pretty sure he saw the same look on my face.

  “Absolutely.” I bit my lip. “Hold that thought though. I’ll be right back,” I said, taking my clothes and bag with me into the bathroom.

  Jaylin walked to the closet with his clothes. “Alright, but hurry up. Don’t make me come in there and get you.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, closing the bathroom door. I quickly shed my dress and lace boy shorts, put some lotion on my body, and donned my Victoria’s Secret Sexy Little Things red sheer babydoll with matching bikini. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. I threw my clothes in my bag, and opened the door. I couldn’t have been in the bathroom for more than two minutes, but there he was standing by the door leaning against the wall in all his sexiness. “Now, I know I didn’t take that long,” I said, dropping my bag in front of the nightstand.

  “No you didn’t, but I’m not a patient man.” Jaylin was giving me the same look I gave him not five minutes ago. I was glad I worked out re
gularly and kept it tight otherwise I might have felt insecure at that very moment.

  “You see something you like?” I asked.

  “You’re damn right I do,” he replied as he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to him. “Damn, you are really short,” he teased.

  “Yeah, well, good things come in small packages,” I replied, standing on my tiptoes and putting my arms around his neck. Before I was able to get out another word, Jaylin’s lips were on mine. His lips were so soft and tasted so good. His tongue entered my mouth, while his hands explored my body. From my locks all the way down to my shapely rear, his hands were everywhere.

  I braced myself and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. Jaylin traveled the short distance to the bed, and lowered us both down onto it. His tongue continued to explore my mouth as one of his hands moved down to my shaved kitty. His fingers stroked my wetness through my panties causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips into his mouth. Jaylin’s hand found its way into my bikinis. His thumb began caressing my already swollen clit, as he inserted one finger between my soaked womanhood. My back arched as his finger delved deep inside me.

  “It has been a long time hasn’t it?” Jaylin remarked, my juices saturating his fingers. “Damn shame you letting all this good pussy go to waste. Let’s see what you taste like.” He reached behind me, untying the satin ribbon to my teddy, and lifting it off of my body. His lips moved down to my neck, while he fondled my 34-B cup breasts in his hands. He brought both of my breasts together and teased my nipples with his tongue, then closed his mouth over them, sucking on them. When he finally released my wet nipples, he kissed down my torso to my belly ring, stopping long enough to remark, “Somebody has a little bit of bad girl in her.”

  “Oh, you have no idea,” I said as he removed my panties.

  “No, but I’m damn sure gonna find out, starting with seeing how this juicy pussy tastes.”

  Jaylin had a filthy mouth, but right now I was turned on by it. He pushed my legs apart, positioned himself, then plunged in. His tongue brushed against my clit, sending shivers throughout my body. I moaned out and held on tightly to the pillow behind my head as he continued to flick his tongue. The more I moaned, the faster his tongue went. He placed his mouth over my bud and gently sucked on it. What Jaylin was doing to me was about to have me lose my mind. He then moved to my drenched pleasure palace plunging his tongue inside of me. I placed my hand on top of his head, my fingers running through his curly black hair, my hips moving in rhythm with his tongue thrusts. Jaylin must have sensed I was close to reaching my peak, because he grabbed me by my thighs and pulled me closer to him. My whole body began to shake as I started to climax, and Jaylin slurped up my nectar. He didn’t stop until I was finished. When I did, he kissed his way up my body all the way to my lips, my essence on his mouth and tongue.