One Wild Night

by A. L. Jackson

  “Mmhmm,” I respond.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “More sure than I've ever been about anything in my life.”

  “Why me?” She stops us dead in our tracks. We stand in the dark hallway just outside my bedroom.

  “Because when something you didn't realize you were looking for falls into your lap, literally…”—I chuckle—”…and it feels, right? You don't let it go.”

  “Right?” she questions.

  “Yeah. I can't explain it.” I shrug. “It just feels right.”

  She presses her hands to my chest and over my shoulders, pushing my tuxedo jacket off my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to a pile at my feet.

  “Don't move,” she says quietly, tugging on my bowtie and tossing it to the floor with the jacket. My cock is rock hard and pressing against my pants, begging for release.

  “Kaylee,” I begin to warn her. When her palm brushes against the front of my cock, it instantly silences me. She can see her effect on me and plays into it. Her fingers work quickly as she yanks my tuxedo shirt from my pants and unbuttons it, disposing of the crisp white shirt on the floor alongside my jacket and tie.

  “My turn.” I stop her, pinning her against the wall with my hips. Two can play this game. Only she pushes back—hard—and shoves me against the opposite wall.

  “No. If we're doing this, I'm calling the shots.”

  Fucking bossy little minx.

  Every ounce of self-control I had is gone. One hand pressed firmly on my chest to hold me in place, she uses the other to unfasten the belt and button on my pants.

  “Kaylee,” I warn her again when her fingers brush against my dick.

  “Pax,” she warns back as she slips her hand inside my boxer briefs grasping me.

  “Jesus,” I hiss, and she giggles. She actually laughs.

  She urges my pants off my hips and down my legs, pulling the boxer briefs down with them. She has me totally exposed and hasn't let me even touch her yet.

  “Kaylee,” I warn, this time more aggressively.

  She pauses, but only momentarily. “Two more minutes. Just give me two minutes. I promise, it'll be worth it.”

  Before I even have a chance to reply, she's dropped to her knees, dragging her hands down my stomach along with her. Her fingernails igniting a trail of goose bumps as they travel even farther, where she finally cups my balls in the palm of her hand.

  Suddenly, warm lips wrap around the head of my cock, and nothing can stop the low growl that leaves my mouth when her tongue brushes against my sensitive skin. I reach down to lift her chin gently. I want to see Kaylee's blue eyes as she licks and sucks my cock. There is nothing sexier than a woman on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Instinctively, both hands reach for her head, finding the long strands of her blonde hair and I twist the silky strands through my fingers.

  As good as this fucking feels, it's my turn to call the shots—it's my turn to taunt, and touch, and taste. In one swift movement, my cock is out of her mouth, and my hands pull her back up to standing.

  “Turn around,” I hiss into her ear as I spin her, pressing her chest to the wall. I can hear her rapid breaths and feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

  My fingers work the long zipper of her dress where the black fabric falls to a pile at her feet.

  “This way.” I guide her carefully from behind down the hallway to my bedroom. Her bare feet slap against the travertine tile until we come to a sudden stop when her knees hit the edge of my bed.

  “Hands and knees.” I push her forward onto the plush bed. She inhales sharply but complies.

  Good girl, I think to myself with a smile.

  I turn on a small lamp that allows just enough light into the room for me to see Kaylee, but not enough to make it feel intrusive.

  She's all tan skin and black lace in the middle of my bed, with big blue eyes watching me carefully.

  “Kaylee, Kaylee, Kaylee.” I shake my head as I inspect every inch of her on display. Running my hand over the curve of her perfect ass, I make sure to rub the small satin patch that hides the very thing I can't wait to get my lips, my tongue, and my cock on.

  She gasps and thrusts as my fingers find her ready and wet. I tsk openly. “Someone is certainly ready, isn't she?” I yank one of her feet out from underneath her, causing her to fall gently to her stomach.

  “Roll over,” I hiss, and she does. Her blue eyes watch me intently, waiting for my next move.

  “Knees up,” I order her. She hesitates, but once again complies. I position myself at the end of the bed, between her knees. Her perfect tits lay across her chest covered in black lace, allowing me just the slightest peek of her pink nipples underneath.

  Reaching forward, I pull the cups of her bra down. Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath. “Look at you,” I tell her as I roll one of her pink nipples between my thumb and forefinger. “So fucking beautiful, Kaylee.”

  My fingers follow the smooth skin of her breasts, down to her stomach, stopping at the edge of her lace panties.

  She pulls her lips between her teeth and arches her back, knowing exactly what I want. Lifting her bottom, she makes it all too easy to remove her panties—the only thing that was keeping me from devouring her.

  Everything about her is beautiful and has me wanting her. I want to know this woman inside and out. The nervous look in her eyes, the vulnerability written across her face…and the way her body reacts to me, tells me she's scared, but she's trusting me. Everything about her is perfect.

  Not Hollywood perfect, but the kind of perfect a man really likes. Not cosmetically enhanced perfect. But the kind of perfect that tells me everything about her is real. Every curve, every lean muscle, every scar is one-hundred percent, Kaylee.

  My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Her knees falling apart, inviting me to touch her. My fingers find her warm and wet. She inhales sharply as my fingers touch her sensitive flesh. Her clit throbs under my touch and little moans escape her as I roll it between my fingers.

  The way her body reacts to my touch drives me wild. My cock aches as I take my time exploring her. Sliding one finger and then another inside her tells me everything I need to know—she's as ready as I am. Fuck. She’s tight and wet and I want to take her right now.

  “Pax,” she mumbles as she twists her fingers into the comforter of my bed as I hit that spot I knew she’d love.

  “Feel good, sweet girl?” I ask, moving my fingers slowly in and out of her. My thumb rolls back and forth over her clit as she gasps for breath. She nods her head frantically and lifts her hips to meet my fingers as they work her over. She exhales loudly as I pull my fingers from her and pull a condom from my bedside drawer. Rolling the thin sheath over my cock, I position myself at her center doing everything to not plunge right into her.

  “Look at me, Kaylee,” I instruct her.

  Her blue eyes meet mine, full of lust.

  “I want to see your eyes when I fill you,” I say quietly as I push inside her slowly. Her eyes flutter closed and back open as I slide into her. Her chest rises and falls with every inch until I've gone as deep as I can.

  A small smile tugs at one corner of her lips as I begin to slowly move. “Gonna make you come so hard, Kaylee,” I mutter as I push in and out of her. Her thighs shake and her head falls back farther with every thrust.

  I hold her knees apart and revel in the sight of where we connect. Her soft pink flesh, wet with her arousal, accepting me. My body fights, torn between wanting to fuck her like a wild animal, and taking my time with her—devouring her for hours.

  Suddenly, her foot to my chest stops me, and a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Lie down,” she says, catching me off guard.

  “Nope. Nuh uh. This is all me. I'm calling the shots now.”

  “Just lay down,” she says and wiggles to the center of the bed, breaking our connection. I sigh, but do as I'm told, lying down next to h
er. She rolls over, swinging a leg over me so that she's now straddling me. Using her fingertips on my chest to balance herself, she wastes no time…sliding onto me. A perfect fit. Nice and tight.

  Fuck. Oh Jesus, fuck.

  My fingers find the soft curve of her hips where I hold onto her for dear life. I can make out the smirk on her face as she begins to ride me slow and methodic.

  “Jesus, woman,” I hiss as she begins moving faster. Reaching down between us, she squeezes the base of my cock and all I see are fireworks. Fireworks and Kaylee's perfect tits bouncing in my face. Leaning forward, I'm barely able to pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth, causing her to gasp loudly as I bite.

  Only fair.

  I don't know how we manage to spend the next hour devouring each other, but we do. On the bed, the floor, and against the wall, when we both finally climax, we fall into an exhausted knot of twisted limbs onto my bed.

  Kaylee's head is curled up under my chin, and I'm able to make out the steady sound of her breaths telling me she's fast asleep. Only then do I finally close my eyes, pulling her tightly to me. What was supposed to be one wild night, could certainly be so much more.

  Chapter 7

  Kaylee

  I barely cracked open an eye. Faint hues of sunlight streaked in from the window, prodding me from sleep I didn’t want to be roused from.

  I was too comfortable.

  Too cozy.

  Too warm.

  A bit disoriented, I tried to stretch out my body.

  My sore body that was wrapped up by a body so much bigger than mine, eclipsed where it was caged.

  What the hell?

  My head popped up two inches, considering I was pinned and couldn’t rise any higher.

  Eyes widening, they wandered, trying to process my surroundings.

  The expansive, masculine room.

  A room with a view so dramatic it stole what little breath I had left.

  But what was freaking me the hell out was the bed that was not my own.

  And the man…

  Oh. God.

  The man who was spooning me from behind.

  Spooning. Me.

  In what crazy world did that happen?

  My heart rate kicked up as memories of last night came barreling in.

  Pinned against the wall.

  Back arched as I begged.

  A hot, hot mouth on my breast.

  His throbbing cock in my hand.

  Paxton Myles buried deep inside of me.

  Stealing my breath.

  Stealing my sanity.

  Pulling the most mind-blowing pleasure from my body. Again and again.

  Chills spread across my bare skin.

  Never before had I experienced a night quite like it. The few boyfriends I’d had hadn’t even come close. Couldn’t have.

  That would be an impossibility.

  No doubt, this Hollywood god had ruined me for all men.

  He’d given me a taste of fantasy when I knew I had to be stepping back into my reality.

  The problem was, I wanted to stay there for a little while longer, which was exactly why I needed to get the hell out of there.

  Holding my breath, I pried myself out from under his massive arm, careful not to wake him.

  He rolled all the way onto his stomach, his ridiculously handsome face peeking out from the pillow, the curve of those full, red lips enough to send those butterflies in my body into a tailspin.

  Flitting and fluttering.

  My mouth watered as my gaze traced down, memorizing the strength of his wide shoulders and the defined cut of his slim waist.

  A satiny sheet was pulled to above his hips.

  But I knew firsthand what was hidden underneath.

  The stark beauty of pure man.

  Bold and big and powerful.

  A shudder rolled through my senses, tingles ushered in by his phantom touch.

  I shouldn’t have been surprised. Not after last night. Only Paxton Myles could bring another rush of pleasure from me while he was fast asleep.

  I fought an affectionate smile as I looked down at him once more. Warmth welled in my chest as I tucked the memories inside. I would never forget the miraculous night this incredible man had offered me.

  My Hollywood crush.

  My free card.

  Well, I guess that was that.

  I’d cashed it in.

  I allowed myself one last glance, a barely-there caress of my fingertips across those lips that last night had devoured every inch of my body, before I slipped from his bed.

  Silently, I tiptoed across the cool, travertine floors, gathered my lingerie and wadded it at my chest as I stole out the crack in the door. I moved a little bit faster as soon as I hit the hall, even quicker as I slinked into my dress where it’d been abandoned on the floor.

  I shoved my balled-up bra and panties into my clutch.

  Classy.

  I dug my phone out of my clutch, the battery low, but it at least had enough juice for me to hail an Uber.

  Thank God.

  Snatching my heels from the floor, I unlatched the front door lock, the straps of my heels wound through my fingers and swinging from one hand.

  Harsh sunlight glared down, and I squinted against the intrusion. In the clarity of day, things became so much more obvious.

  My disheveled appearance. The hair I was rockin’ screamed I’d just spent the entire night being completely and utterly ravaged. Smeared make-up.

  I had to look like a train wreck.

  My stomach twisted at the realization.

  I was doing a straight up walk of shame.

  Never before had I felt so exposed or on display.

  Pulling in a stealing breath, I lifted my chin and marched down the long drive.

  It was time to leave this night behind.

  Toss a padlock on this sucker and let the weeds grow up around it.

  Like a beautiful old house with the windows boarded up.

  Buried but never forgotten.

  Just distant memories that could never be reclaimed.

  Ones that only I would ever know.

  Because girls like me didn’t do these types of reckless things.

  Like climb a freaking wrought-iron gate wearing this damned dress to even get out of the compound.

  I was betting that was pretty.

  I scoffed. Nothing but a poster child for elegance and sophistication.

  Yeah right.

  I dropped down on the other side.

  As soon as I saw the small black sedan slow, looking for me, I all but ran for it.

  Because I couldn’t stand to think of what I looked like right then for a second longer. I ducked into the backseat and breathed out a relieved breath.

  The car flipped a U in the middle of the road, and I chanced looking back over my shoulder.

  The tiniest flash of sadness swept through my senses.

  No man had ever affected me the way Paxton Myles had. He had ruined me in the best of ways. I honestly doubted another could compare.

  And there was just something about him...something more than that megawatt smile and his mind-blowing kisses.

  But that was the thing about fantasies. You could only live in them for a little while.

  Just before we rounded the curve, I whispered a silent goodbye to my one wild night.

  I blew out a relieved breath and sagged against the inside of my front door, reaching back to lock it behind me. I tossed my keys to the small bowl on the entryway table, tossed my clutch behind, and plugged in my dead phone to recharge.

  Forty-five minutes and an $80.00 fare later, I was home free.

  My townhouse was small, and I walked through the cozy living room with the overstuffed couch and messy coffee table, the walls lined with books and pictures and knickknacks, as I made my way into my room and to my tiny en suite bathroom that wasn’t much larger than a closet.

  Swanky, I know.

  I turned on the shower full blast, relish
ing a calming breath as steam began to billow into the small room.

  First order of business was ridding myself of the dress.

  It pooled at my feet, and I kicked it aside where it was left in a heaped-up ball. I only felt the teeniest twinge of guilt for completely ruining Elle’s dress. One I could do without knowing the price tag of.

  I hadn’t decided if she’d ruined my night or completely made it. I still hadn’t settled on whether to chew her out for not showing or to sing her praises.

  I was sure what happened last night wouldn’t have happened had she been there.

  I stepped into the warm spray. A tiny moan rolled up my throat as the pounding water began to ease my tight muscles, my hips perfectly sore from where Paxton had gripped them tight.

  An ache of pure satisfaction throbbed between my thighs. An ache I secretly prayed would never go away.

  I washed and rinsed, slowly dried and applied lotion, all the while allowing myself to savor the memories spinning through my head.

  I bit my lip, fighting a blush when I thought of all the things we’d done. My face was flushed when I looked in the mirror, and I was betting it had zero to do with the hot shower I’d just stepped from and rather the unforgettable experience from last night.

  Life was little more than a gathering of memories.

  These were memories I was never going to let go of.

  I slipped into a cozy pair of shorts and a tee, figuring after last night I was due a lazy day. I headed into the kitchen, made a piece of toast, and fiddled with my Keurig for a cup of coffee.

  Once it was properly doused with sugar and creamer, I took a sip and bit into my toast, enjoying them both as I wandered back to the entryway and fired back up my phone.

  Ding.

  Ding.

  Ding.

  I frowned.

  I had like a gazillion messages. Before I had a chance to check any of them, my phone began to ring.

  Elle’s picture and name lit up the faceplate.

  A grin split my mouth.

  I swallowed around the toast I was chewing, quick to answer the phone, my tone playful and light.

  Apparently, it hadn’t taken me all that much to decide which side I’d landed on.