Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights

by Anthology

  “Your curves deserve to be noticed, not hidden by clothing that fails to do you justice.” She stared at him but didn’t reply.

  Together they righted the tattoo chair. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as they walked out of the private studio. He could almost see the wheels churning in her head, and wondered what she’d say.

  He didn’t like her hiding behind a wall when they’d just shared an amazing round of sex. Now wasn’t the time to ask for answers. They passed Kylie chatting on the phone and he wanted to say something, to thank her.

  She waved at them then placed her hand over the receiver. “Thanks for coming, hope you come again…soon.”

  Her words prompted Cam’s face to fire up red again, a look he found erotic as hell. Jonah saluted the artist and slid his arm around his date.

  “Um. Thanks.” He loved how her tongue tripped up. She stuck said tongue out at him and he responded by swatting her ass.

  “It’s been a great experience. Thanks for the privacy and supplies.”

  “We’re here to see to our clients’ needs in any circumstance or scenario. Have a great evening. I hope you’ll recommend us to your close friends.”

  Jonah winked at her and then twined his fingers with Cam’s and left the shop.

  Chapter Four

  Cam breathed in Jonah’s spicy scent. Wowza, he packed a mighty mojo. Her girly bits ached in all the right places. His distress when he thought she was rejecting him had broken her heart. She rarely saw any man show a hint of vulnerability and had wrongly assumed him a player, with his good looks, dark skin, and keg of powerful masculinity. How any woman in her right mind could turn him away baffled her.

  As they walked, her sex pulsated in sweet twinges. He gave her a questioning raise of an eyebrow. She flashed him a smile and anxiously brushed her hair behind her ear.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he said.

  “I am thinking about my second fantasy. Or are you all fantasied out for the evening?”

  “I think we have time to indulge in a few more. What’s on your mind?” He looped an arm around her shoulders, walking them out into the open courtyard linking the shops to the private villas.

  A cool breeze blew at them. She shivered and leaned into his warm body. She’d always wanted to go to an adult toy store but couldn’t afford for her presence there to reach her parents’ ears. Due to their strict conservative beliefs, she never had an opportunity to live out any fantasy. They slept in twin beds, and she doubted they even engaged in intimacy, since they claimed it was only for the conception of children, and they were long past that. Archaic. She wanted more from a lover or boyfriend. Not his and hers beds, bathrooms, and set up date nights.

  “What’s your pleasure, beautiful?”

  “It’s a two parter. Promise not to laugh?”

  “Serious face, all the way.”

  “I have a sort of fetish. I mean, well, my friends they say it’s a fetish.” She bit her lip. “I love a man in uniform. There’s a shop here that I think has them and other items I’ve seen in infomercials late at night. I’ve never had the guts to go look at them.”

  “Let’s go explore then.” He winked at her and she exhaled. She’d feared he’d decline and that broaching the question would make the evening awkward.

  “Do you know where the shop is?”

  “This way.” Cam took charge, weaving them through the crowd in the beautiful courtyard, past the outside stage where a local band had set up to entertain guests. “We’re almost there.” GrownUp Matters sat between the spa and the winery.

  Jonah, the gentleman that he was, opened the door for her. The jingle of a tiny bell startled her.

  The first thing she noticed was a display of beautiful kimonos and robes in all the hues of the color wheel. Satin, silk…she could imagine how the pieces would feel gliding over her skin. “So pretty.”

  “You’re a conservative dresser with a flair for exotic underwear and bras.” Jonah lifted a red robe with intricate stitching off the rack. “I’d love to see you in and out of this.”

  “Of course. I have to be careful of what I wear in public, but one day I’ll buy a sexy suit. I’m all for baby steps to get there. Wearing sinful underwear and bras is my way of rebelling without the consequences. Plus, what I wear in private is no one’s business.” She lifted the hanger out of his grasp to check the tag. “My size, how did you know?”

  “I’ve had my hands all over your body the past few hours.” He took possession of the item.

  “You plan on wearing this, Mr. Dawson?” She wondered if they had a men’s section.

  “Purchasing. I’ll leave the modeling to you.”

  Cam moved through the racks of garters, thigh highs, and lingerie of various styles. She came to the back wall and a pair of iron spiral staircases “Let’s take the left one.” She headed up into the darkness.

  “Anything you say.” Jonah cupped her ass. She stopped to chastise him, but the words never made it out of her mouth. He paused directly below her, with his superior height, his impressive erection cradled between her cheeks.

  “I think the other side has the role playing costumes.” Not that she wanted to leave but they’d never make it back to the room at this rate.

  “Don’t you worry about that.” He nudged her forward. Step by step, she attempted putting distance between them to give her libido time to cool. Jonah stuck with her.

  They reached the second floor with its treasures. She inhaled a deep breath. Nowhere in her wildest imagination had she thought there’d be such an array of toys. Her curiosity got the better of her. “I’ve never seen a sex swing in person before.” In the far section, a display swing hung from the rafters. Cam cruised by all other items and took a seat, setting her heels in the stirrups. “What do you think?”

  Jonah’s chocolate colored eyes darkened, his body rigid as he stepped between her thighs and took hold of the supporting chains. “I can imagine lifting your skirt up and plowing your pussy in this. Telling you to hold on and bringing you on and off my cock.”

  “Oh.” Cream dampened her panties. “The sign says, ‘You use, you pay.’” She edged away from the swing. He assisted her, righting her clothing.

  “If I haven’t said this before, you have the most beautiful blush.” He tweaked her nipple through her blouse then stepped out of her way.

  “I…ah. Let’s go get a candle. That’s what I wanted to buy tonight.” A placard identified each display. She passed by stimulant creams, pheromone sprays, edible paints, and lube. The next display housed clit stimulators, male masturbatory sleeves and penis and pussy pumps.

  “We could pump your pretty pussy up.”

  “That sounds painful, no thanks.” In the candle section, she found herself torn between Japanese drip style and tins that melted into massage oils.

  “We want the drip ones.” Jonah picked up a trio in red, black, and white.

  “How do you know what to get?”

  “The beginners set.” He read the back of the packaging. “This product is perfect for new lovers. The low-temperature paraffin delivers just the right sting that goes away in seconds and leaves no damage behind. Use far away from the skin for a cooler drop of wax or closer for those wishing for more sensation. Warning, wax may be difficult to get off of delicate fabrics.”

  “Is it getting warm in here?” Feeling engulfed in flames, she fanned her face and eased a button on her shirt open.

  “About to get hotter.” Jonah pressed her against the shelf, seizing her mouth with his. He pressed hard against her, dropping his hands to her hips, guiding her legs about his waist, then he rocked his pelvis against hers. The rough fabric brought her over the edge, screaming in his mouth as she came. Breathing heavily, she wiggled to get down and darted a furtive glance around the room, grateful for the lack of customers.

  “Fantasy two down, one to go.” He winked and she wondered how he knew she wanted to have an erotic experience in public.

  “You ar
e something else, Mr. Dawson.” Cam thrummed with vibrant need and a burn to finish what he’d started. “Let’s go find your uniform.”

  Jonah pressed a kiss to her nape and led her to the cashier.

  “Good evening, I hope you found what you wanted. Let me ring up your purchases.”

  Cam opened her purse, but he shook his head. Whipping his wallet out, he paid with his card. “We’d appreciate discretion.” The cashier wrapped up the robe and placed it in a black garment bag, the candles into a plain gift bag.

  Jonah handed her both and gave her a pat on the behind. “Go to your room and get ready. Put the robe on and nothing else. I’ll be along shortly.”

  Wowza, he took command in a sexy, bossy type of way. Cam swallowed hard. She held onto her new purchases with one hand and fumbled in her purse for her extra room key. “Here, so you don’t have to knock. Thank you, and I’ll be waiting.”

  “One more thing.” He whipped the blindfold from dinner out of his pocket. She hadn’t even known he’d kept it. Wouldn’t that have made her even more nervous? “When you’re dressed and ready, put this on and keep it on until I say to take it off.”

  What? Cam blinked hard. Dinner had been hard enough to get through without sight. Now he wanted her to put on a mask and wait, not knowing how long he’d take to arrive. She bit her lip. Not sure she could handle being blind twice in one night.

  “Trust me. I won’t hurt you, and letting go will make coming feel so much better.”

  She flushed. Her whole purpose tonight was releasing inhibitions, after all. She accepted the satin material and shoved it in her pocket. “See you in a few.”

  He pressed his lips to hers in a brief kiss. He was good, damned good. At the moment, she loved Madame Eve for hooking her up with a man who expected her to take what she wanted. When she glanced back, he wasn’t in sight. He must have headed up the other stairs to the role play department.

  Imagining him choosing a uniform made her shiver. She’d always fantasized about being taken in every way possible by a solider, fireman, police officer, or mercenary. The last was a bit dark, but she loved the stories of covert agents finding women like her for a one-night stand. She hoped he’d find a fake gun, to make it more real. But she would take whatever he chose. Her cunt still dripped from their upstairs interlude.

  Who am I kidding? That man could make me come with just his voice.

  Her best friend who’d married a Navy SEAL had given up the goods one evening. Her husband fucked with a savage need that bordered on violence, and her friend loved every second of being taken night after night. Cam hurried into the resort and scooted into the elevator, pleased that it arrived so quickly. The ride up to the eighteenth floor took forever though. She exited, still nervous, and gave herself a pep talk about the blindfold until she reached her room.

  Chapter Five

  Jonah slid the card key in Cam’s door and let himself in. The lights were dim, the curtains closed. He padded through the sitting room to the master bedroom.

  “Jonah, is that you?”

  The unbelted red robe clung to every curve of her body. The lapels molded to the swell of her breasts, giving him a tantalizing view of creamy flesh. A triangle of cling wrap protected her new tattoo. His eyes fell upon her pretty cunt begging for a finger, a cock. Her loose hair fanned out over around the pillows tempted him to gather the threads in his hands while he fucked her to oblivion.

  “Lieutenant Colonel Dawson at your service, ma’am. I give you leave to look your fill for a moment.” Cam quickly took off her blindfold. Raw lust stared back at him. He stood at ease, waiting for her to finish her appraisal.

  “The Army uniform fits you well. So well it looks like an actual one, not some fake from a store. Even the shiny shoes. God, you are one sexy ass man.” Cam rose and sauntered over to him. The robe fell completely open, gracing him with a view of her pebbled nipples. When she reached him, she skimmed her fingers over his regulation uniform. His cock jerked in appreciation.

  “So real.” She cocked her head to the side. Jonah pushed the satin robe off her shoulders. He slid the soft barrier back over her face.

  “Cover your eyes and get on the bed. Now.” He wanted to satisfy her wax play and bury his cock deep inside her.

  “Yes, sir.” She obeyed, slipped the blindfold in place, licked her lips and crawled onto the mattress on her hands and knees. Jonah groaned at the sight of her luscious ass tempting him to enter. He hissed out a breath, clenched his jaw, and withdrew a candle from the package. As he lit the wick, she flipped over on her back, wriggled a second, and settled, her hands clenched at her sides. What on earth? He chuckled and trailed a finger up her leg. She softened to a sweet pliancy under his touch. “Why so tense?”

  “I can’t see what you’re going to do to me.”

  “Oh, I plan on playing with you and getting to know you.” He bent at the waist and ran his tongue over her cunt. “Ready?” He blew into her slit.

  “Umahg.”

  “New word for the dictionary. Relax and tell me something about yourself.” He pinched her clit between his thumb and finger. She sighed in response. Jonah tilted the candle over her breast, high enough to allow the wax to cool before contact. “Answer?” He repeated the action on her other side and watched her grip the bedclothes with clenched hands.

  “I’m…. I don’t know what to tell you.”

  “Hmm. Anything you wish.” He lowered the candle closer to her skin, dripping wax from the underside of her breast to her navel. She hissed out a breath with each drop. Her soft moans made his dick harder. With his free hand, he spread her folds and thrust a finger inside.

  “I work for my father.” She screamed when he sucked her nipple into his mouth and dropped a second drip of wax on her other breast.

  “Like that?”

  “Umhm. Feels so good.”

  He walked to her mini bar, and grabbed the container of ice.

  “What do you do for your father?” He resumed his wax play, strategically dotting her torso.

  “I set up his meetings, help run—” Jonah hit her with a drop of wax and dragged a piece of ice over her clit and into her slit.

  “Oh, my God.”

  “You were saying?” He toyed with her cool sex, fucking her with his fingers until heat built and unfurled against his skin.

  “Campaigns.” Her teeth chattered as he played with fire and ice.

  While she took a breath, he sucked an ice cube in his mouth and placed his lips over her nipple, the heat and cold water causing her nipple to draw tight. He sucked the bud and massaged the lush mound. Cam undulated on the bed as if he was buried in her. Wanting to see her expression, he ripped the mask from her face.

  “Hey beautiful, what was that?” His gaze never left hers as he toyed with her.

  “You don’t play fair, Lieutenant Colonel Dawson.” She hiccupped a sigh.

  “Hmmm.” He blew out the flame.

  “Getting grouchy, Ms. Knox?”

  “Umhm. Someone is withholding.”

  “So your father’s a politician.” Jonah stripped, grabbed a condom, and arranged his uniform neatly on the chair next to the bed.

  “Yes. That’s why I dress the way I do.”

  “Understandable.” He returned to the bed. “Do you like what you do?” Cam took the package from him and ripped the corner off with her mouth. He loved her impatience and the way she responded to him. She stroked his erection from tip to base then ran her finger around the inside of pulled skin. He shuddered at the tightness of her fingers wrapped around his cock. When she pulled back and slid the condom over the top, he hissed in relief. The barrier would make his dick less sensitive to touch.

  “Love it,” She nipped his chest and raked her nails down his back. “But I’d love it more if my officer would forgo being a gentleman and fuck me.”

  “Such dirty words from a sweet mouth. I thought you were too cultured to talk dirty.” Jonah plunged, immersing himself. Cam wrapped her legs ar
ound him. He surged within her body. Flush against him, she bucked her hips and he slid home.

  “I had a sexy man tell me to speak my mind.”

  “Nice to know you can follow directions.” He braced himself on his forearms and punched into her. The bed squeaked, and satin sheets caressed him while her silky sheath gripped him in a fiery hold. “Fuck, you feel good, Cam.”

  “You, too. Don’t stop, and harder.” Soft whimpers met his ears, the slapping of skin to skin arousing him, though he was careful not to cause harm to her sensitive mons. He rolled onto his back, allowing Cam to take charge. Her fingernails bit into his pecs while she rode him fast and dirty, her inky hair shielding her breasts from his view.

  Jonah grabbed a fistful and pulled her face down to his for a consuming kiss. “Come for me, Cam.” He thrust a finger into the striated muscle of her hole, bridged her ring, touched the erogenous spot and felt her fly apart under him. “That’s it baby, let go again.” He groaned, following close behind.

  Chapter Six

  The bedside alarm woke Cam at ten in the morning. She almost never slept past eight. What a night. She sighed and stretched. A rose occupied the empty space where she’d expected to find Jonah, along with a note.

  One night wasn’t enough. I’m enclosing my phone number in case you’d like to go out on a second date with me, or a third. Watching you bloom was a pleasure, my dear.

  Yours, if you wish,

  Lt. Col. Dawson Civic Engineer, US Army.

  She thumbed the note and business card.

  After he’d fucked her hard, they’d rested and chatted and then he started all over, softer and sensual, not so fierce. The contrast was a nice change. She’d loved every second of the evening. When he’d told her of his job and the globetrotting it required, she’d understood. She traveled the same way for her father, every four years. He’d been grooming her to be a politician’s wife, but that wasn’t the road she saw herself on.

  After years of dating men her father had either set up or approved of, she was nowhere near happiness. In one night, she had found more contentment than in five solid years. She’d ditched her list of must haves at Madame Eve’s suggestion and let fate take over. Fumbling for her clutch, she lifted her phone out and dialed his number. After two rings, voicemail picked up. She waited for the beep.