Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights

by Anthology

  “Mark, God, where did you learn to do that?”

  The preposterousness of her question struck her just as he chuckled. The vibration of his lips while her nipple was held tightly in his teeth sent her over the edge. She came, digging her fingers into his scalp and feeling muscle contractions all the way down to her toes. The wave went on and on, leaving her limp and gasping.

  He peered up at her face. “Do you always come when someone nips you like this.” He moved his mouth to her other nipple and sucked it into his mouth, biting harder this time, twisting it between his teeth.

  “No. I—don’t.” She had never orgasmed with a man, ever. As he sucked her peak farther into his mouth, the moisture between her legs ran down onto her thighs. “Is it unusual?” Her hands left his hair to stroke across his broad shoulders. His skin felt warm, and she found herself wanting to dig her fingers into the tensed muscles at the base of his neck.

  He released her nipple with a pop and pushed himself up on his elbows. “Are you serious?”

  She drew a shuddering breath. Don’t give yourself away, Julia. He may not want you if he finds out how inexperienced you are. “Yes—no, I guess not. I only know it’s never happened to me before.”

  “Me either.” His broad smile and the twinkle in his eyes captivated her, and she reached a hand to his cheek, guiding him to her kiss. He rolled to the right, taking her with him so that she was on top straddling his hips and very aware of his erection pressing at the juncture of her thighs.

  Chapter Three

  She was so wet. He pressed the length of his penis along her slit, moving his hips back and forth, enjoying the heat and the wide-eyed look she gave him. He’d been told he was bigger than average, was he scaring her? “Julia, is everything okay?”

  Her grin reassured him. “More than okay, it’s wonderful.” She bent to give him a quick kiss.

  “Slide forward.” He put his hands under her ass cheeks, guiding her up his chest until her pussy was right in front of his face. She smelled so good, and he inhaled deeply, drawing the perfume that was Julia into his chest. If ever there was a woman he wanted to taste, it was her; and he brought her to his mouth, reaching out to lap up the juices that ran freely from her soft folds. He could hear her short pants as he teased, and when he sucked right on her clitoris, she squealed. She was so responsive, he wanted to make her come over and over just for the pleasure of listening to her.

  “Mark, I want…”

  What did she want? His long slow licks were apparently rendering her incoherent.

  ”Isn’t there something I can do for you? His prick twitched in response to her incredibly sexy voice.

  “I think so.” He waited to see what she had in mind, his breathing growing ragged when she turned, facing away from him and wrapping one silken hand around the base of his rigid staff. He was only human and the things he’d been doing to her had been making him hotter and harder by the minute. Her little hand was almost too much, and he tried to distract himself. Although the view of her neatly shaved, almost hairless pussy was not helping to distract him at all. He shuddered and buried his face in her once again, wallowing in the scents and the sounds she made when his tongue stroked directly on her swollen clit. A squeal from the back of her throat vibrated her mouth over his penis and told him more about her state than almost anything else.

  He continued to lap up her juices, but he struggled to concentrate because she had moved her hand to his balls and stroked them, and her lips covered the head of his cock, slipping down over its length, so slowly, getting even for his little nipple game, he supposed. It was torture, as each fraction of an inch of skin was covered by her hot little mouth. Not moving back and forth, almost no motion at all, just a slow engulfing of his prick. He almost stopped breathing when he felt its engorged head touch the back of her throat.

  And she stayed like that, for long seconds. The woman was a witch, her cock-sucking technique different than any he’d ever felt before. Just as he thought he might explode right there, she moved, sliding back up so that only the head was in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it in slow circles.

  He wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her right against his face, and began to lick in earnest, fast strokes from front, all the way to her sweet little ass. Fast so that she would speed up, maybe meet his rhythm and ease the torment he felt. So she would pick up on his cue and they could reach their peaks together. He wanted to shoot his load down that beautiful throat, and he bucked his hips. But nothing he did made her change her slow, maddening rhythm.

  He turned his head to the side. “Julia, faster, please, I can’t stand it. Suck my cock, come on, baby. Ah, hell.” He couldn’t wait any longer to fuck that beautiful pussy. “Come here.” He flopped her beside him on the bed and turned her around so they were lying side by side.

  “Come on, Julia.” He pushed her legs apart and slipped one finger into her sopping pussy, then two. “You’re so ready for me, baby. I’m gonna fuck your brains out. You’ll like that, won’t you, baby? Tell me you want me to fuck you.” He grabbed for a foil packet on the bedside table and tore it open with his teeth, rolling the condom onto his rigid staff.

  Her voice broke on a sob, but she said, “I do, I want to feel you inside me, go ahead, fuck my brains out. It’s why we’re here, after all.”

  The very tiny part of his brain that wasn’t completely controlled by his lust registered that her comment was an odd thing to say, but it was, after all, a miniscule part of his personality. The rest was tied up in the getting his penis inside that welcoming snatch. He propped himself up on his arms, looking down at her intent face, eyes closed again.

  “Open your eyes, beautiful. I want to watch your face while I fuck you. Come, on, Julia…Julia are you okay?”

  ***

  She was more than okay. She was completely blown away by the whole experience. But she was a little scared as she felt the large, bulbous head of his penis brush against her entrance. He murmured nonsense syllables against her neck and she opened her eyes as he moved his head back. He wanted to watch her face, and she wasn’t sure she was a good enough actress to hide her fear and anticipation of an act that had taken long enough to arrive.

  She felt her channel stretching as he pushed in, pushing against that barrier that he didn’t know was there. But she did and she felt a sharp pain and gasped as he pushed through the bit of skin that blocked him from fully entering her. He held her gaze with his golden, amber cat’s eyes, and Julia was hypnotized. The pain passed, replaced by a sharp wash of pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs, and her arms around his neck, holding on for the ride of her life. She held her eyes closed for just a couple of seconds, taking it all, taking him in, and when she opened them again, she saw him staring down at her in what looked like horror.

  “Julia, dear God, you’re not, that is—you were a virgin, weren’t you?”

  “Yes,” her voice was so low even she could barely hear it. But it was pointless to deny what they both knew was the truth. “I was.”

  He froze, only part of his cock inside her, but her tight passage held it in place. “Then why?”

  She lifted her hips and felt him slide deeper. “Just fuck me, Mark. Fuck now, talk later because I’m not interested in a conversation—just now.”

  And apparently he had no compunction in following her instructions because he surged forward and buried himself to the hilt, drawing a moan from her very core. She had waited so long to feel the ecstasy of a man filling her with his rigid cock and it was more than she’d ever expected.

  ***

  For a moment he’d faltered. A virgin? On a one-night-stand? But when she’d held him in place, welcomed him, he hadn’t been able to think beyond how warm she felt around him, how wet. How incredible it felt to slide his engorged length into her tight, hot pussy. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop.

  Questions could be answered later, at the moment all he wanted was the friction that was rapidly send
ing him to places he didn’t remember ever visiting before. Stars swam before his eyes when he squeezed them closed. He wanted to stop, wanted to find out why she had spent her virginity in a one-night encounter in a strange city, but his body fought him when he tried. His body demanded he continue. She begged him to go on, holding him tightly against her and meeting his every thrust with her own. In fact, he was extremely turned on being her first, just as he’d loved the feel of her natural breasts and the little curve of her belly.

  “Come for me, Julia, can you do that, baby?” He was trying to maintain a rhythm, to keep stroking until she found her release before spilling his seed, but she wasn’t quite there, and it was a supreme battle to hold it back. “Julia, are you close?”

  Her answer was a long wail and a series of rippling contractions in the passage that held his penis. It threw him over the edge into orgasm, balls tightening and hot liquid shooting from the end of his cock, the two of them bucking and writhing until the endless ecstasy faded slowly back, leaving him skin to skin against the sexiest woman he had ever known.

  He rolled to the side, not wanting to crush her under his greater weight, and through half-closed lids, surveyed Julia’s sweat-glistening form. Her creamy skin caught the lamp’s light and he lifted his hand to trace the outline of a full breast, just touching the edge of her rose pink nipple and watching it peak instantly. He cupped its fullness, so soft, so feminine, and let his hand run down her belly, its slight roundness astoundingly sensual. His breath had slowed to nearly normal, and he had to ask….

  “Why, Julia?”

  Chapter Four

  She had known the moment would come. It was a logical question, and her once reasonable plan for eliminating an inconvenient hymen didn’t seem to pertain anymore. How was she to have known what an incredible moment it would be, the joining of two bodies, two spirits. Damn it.

  “I didn’t know it would be like this. I just kind of felt like life was leaving me behind. I was afraid to go on dates because with everyone I had to question whether to go this far, whether to make him ‘the one’ and it was making me crazy.”

  “Most girls I’ve met gave it up when they were teenagers.” He shook his head. “I am pretty sure you’re the oldest virgin I’ve ever met.”

  “Gee, thanks.” She grinned, too full of after-glow to get mad, despite the feeling that she should be insulted.

  “No, you know what I mean. I just don’t know what to think.”

  “Me either. Particularly after the last couple of hours. I’ve been missing out.”

  He grinned. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” She giggled. “How polite we are. I specifically asked for a playboy type, a guy who dated a different girl every week, so he would be experienced, but I probably wouldn’t like him that much. And look who they sent me! Madame has a lot to answer for, sending me a sweet guy like you. And incredibly talented. Oh, that feels good.”

  He was running light fingers up and down her arm, just barely touching her. But it sent chills down her spine. “You know, I feel like I could use a shower.”

  “Oh, go ahead.” She pulled her arm in to her body. “I’ll take one too before we leave.” It was over, but she was going to be brave. She’d gotten what she came for, and probably a lot more than she paid for, too. She shouldn’t be greedy and hope for more….

  He slid off the edge of the bed and held out his hand. “Don’t you want to take one together? This room has an incredible shower with jets all over the place. I looked when I first came in.”

  More! “Oh, yes, that sounds great. I’ve always wanted to try a shower like that.” As he quirked an eyebrow at her with a wicked grin on his full, sensuous lips, she smiled back. “But I think you have more than cleanliness in mind.”

  Chapter Five

  He took her hand and pulled her with him toward the bathroom. “Come with me, Miss Innocent, and I’ll show you what I can do for you with all those streaming jets.”

  Her breath caught. His naked body in the lamplight was sculpture. As if carved from warm, living marble, every plane and angle pleasing to her eye. She allowed him to lead her into the bathroom and stood back while he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature and jets. As he moved, she watched his muscles flexing under his skin. In this brighter light his olive-toned skin was perfection. Apparently there was no light that wasn’t perfect for Mark. The rear view was amazing and before she knew it, she had reached out and put one hand on each of his ass cheeks, digging her nails in slightly. God, was he built.

  “Like what you see?” His chuckle was low and vibrated up her arms.

  “That’s what did it.” Her blood sang in her veins. She wanted him again, immediately. And what did he have planned for that shower with its inviting bench on either end?

  He looked at her over his shoulder then turned to face her. My, he was happy to see her again. His cock jutted straight out from his body, already completely hard and there was a drop of liquid on the tip. She reached out a tentative finger to touch it, smoothing it around the head of his penis, then putting her finger in her mouth.

  He stared, and she wondered if she’d done something wrong, but he pulled her against him and put his mouth at her ear, warm breath caressing her skin. “That’s what did what?”

  “Huh?” She was lost.

  “You said, ‘That’s what did it.’ What did you mean?”

  Her mind was blank for a moment. What had she said? Oh, yes, a thought came through the murk. “I meant, when you chuckled, that deep sound, with your mouth on my nipple, that’s what made me come the first time.”

  “Really? I’m intrigued. I wonder where else I could put my mouth and do that….”

  Her eyes widened, and she forgot to breathe. “I can think of a place,” she said, surprising herself with her quick response.

  “Mmm,” he nuzzled her neck. “And we’ll do that, beautiful, but first let’s see what the shower is like.”

  She followed him into the shower. It was as big as her entire bathroom at home and had at least a dozen jets shooting water into the center. There was a dispenser on the wall filled with a liquid soap/shampoo and he reached over and filled his hands with the slippery substance, rubbing them together to create a green-apple scented foam.

  “Turn around.” The bubbles were spilling between his fingers, and she faced the back wall, resting her hands on its white-tiled surface. He put his palms against her upper back and began to wash her in big circles, the foam slipping down and running between her butt cheeks. When she trembled, he asked, “Do you like that?” He dropped to his knees and continued to rub the foam down her back until his fingers caressed her ass.

  His fingertips moved between her cheeks, caressing just the very top of her crack, and though she tensed, waiting for him to reach further, to her aching pussy, he just continued to wash down her legs to her feet. He stayed on his knees and gave her a little push. “Sit.”

  He was getting pretty demanding. She liked it though—she liked it a lot. She wasn’t sure what that said about her, but having a hot guy tell her what to do naked was working for her big time. She sat on the bench and he picked up one of her feet.

  ***

  The shower jets hit all over his body as he knelt on the shower floor, but it felt good, incredible really. And he was so involved with touching every inch of Julia’s skin, that he only noticed the spray in a secondary kind of way.

  He pumped more soap into his palm, and lifting one of her feet, ran his soapy hands over its top and her arch, between her toes. Her nails were painted a rose pink, so close to the color of her nipples, he thought absently, casting his eyes toward those stiff peaks above him. He held the foot and let the shower jets wash away the soapy foam, then ran his hands slowly up her calves and thighs, massaging gently and loving the feel of her soft skin under his hands. He knew his own skin was rough, but she didn’t complain. In fact, when he looked up at her face, her eyes were half-closed and looking down at him, their
blue barely showing through her lashes. He went for the other foot, slowly washing that one and moving up her leg.

  “Open your legs for me.” She parted them and he reached up with sudsy fingers and saw the tinge of blood on her inner thigh. He traced it with a slick fingertip. A virgin! He wouldn’t have agreed to meet her if he’d known. But he would have missed out on the best night he’d had in a long time. Maybe ever.

  Although she lifted her hips, and he knew what she wanted, he continued his leisurely washing of her lovely, soft skin, running his hands over the curve of belly and on to the breasts he couldn’t keep away from. Silicone was highly overrated. Soft, natural breasts like Julia’s were definitely the way to go.

  Suddenly, the quiet, the lack of conversation made him nervous. The only sound was the hissing of the water jets and their breathing. Julia was more than the body he had become obsessed with. He wanted to know what she was thinking, feeling. That was a new idea for Mark the playboy.

  “Julia?”

  “Hmmm?”

  Shit, he had to think of something to ask her, and he didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted to hear her voice.

  “Is the water warm enough?”

  ***

  Her eyelids fluttered open. “What? Yes, oh, yes it’s fine.” It was hard to form words, for some reason. Every bit of her attention was focused on following his hands as they soaped and explored her body. He was washing her arms, soaping from her shoulders down to her fingertips, and she felt completely boneless. Boneless but tingling.

  “Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You’re so quiet.”

  “Oh, sorry.” Was that the right thing to say? Damn her inexperience. Between the water hissing and her heart pounding in her ears, the shower stall seemed pretty loud to her.

  He pumped some more soap into his hand and sank down onto the bench beside her. “I want to wash your hair.” She turned away and he massaged the shampoo into her hair, then took a moveable showerhead off its hook and rinsed it away.