One Night Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend Book 3)

by Victoria Snow

  In a single fluid gesture, I pushed Sasha onto the bed, on her back. The hem of her silk dress rode up, exposing her pale, creamy thighs and instantly I smelled the arousal musk of her pussy. Unlike I’d first assumed when I saw her in church, she was wearing panties – a tiny little flimsy thong, with a wet spot on the crotch where her pussy was. Knowing that she was already wet for me, soaking for me, only made me hornier and I spread her thighs and crawled between them.

  “You smell so fucking good,” I growled as I pushed the hem of her dress higher and higher, exposing her round tummy and thighs. Sasha moaned and arched her back, closing her eyes as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her thong and pulled it down her legs. Her pussy lips were plump and glistening with juices, and the little patch of red hair over her cunt looked good enough to eat. I ran my hands down her thighs, scratching her tender skin with my nails as I pushed her legs as far apart as I could.

  Sasha whimpered and moaned and thrust her body towards mine, bucking and gasping with anticipation. It was so tempting to whip out my throbbing cock and fuck her right then, but I wanted to make her wait: I wanted to worship that curvy body of hers, to make her beg for me. It would take all of my self-restraint (and then some), but I had to do it, I had to make things perfect for her.

  I crawled up Sasha’s body and kissed her again, pressing my thigh between her legs until she cried out with pleasure. Running my hands up her body, I pulled the silk dress up and over her head. Her enormously round tits spilled out, like two perfect melons, and I cupped the soft skin in my hands before scooting down and nuzzling her stiff nipples. Sasha gasped and cried as I sucked and licked at her right nipple, playing with her left in my fingers. I pinched and rolled the sensitive skin and she moaned again, biting her lower lip and writhing her body in clear ecstasy. She tasted so good: clean and sweet and salty, and I closed my eyes and groaned with lust as I flicked my tongue over her nipples again and again and again.

  “Oh my god,” Sasha moaned. She tangled a hand in my hair and yanked gently at my scalp, pushing me down between those round thighs once again. Now, completely naked, her body quivered and shook as I crawled between her legs and nuzzled the inside of her thigh. The bed under her hips was wet with her juices, and I leaned in close and spread the lips of her pussy before finding her hard clit and fastening my mouth around it.

  Sasha gasped and groaned, bucked and thrust her pussy further into my mouth. She tasted clean and salty and so delicious that my cock was instantly throbbing with desire for her. I wanted to please her, to tease her, to bring her to the edge again and again.

  “Oh my god, yes,” Sasha moaned loudly. I looked up and saw that her face was beet red with the effort of her straining body. Her blue eyes were screwed tightly shut and she had handfuls of the silky sheets clenched in her fingers. I flicked my tongue over the hard little nub of her pleasure button, teasing her, before fastening my lips around her clit and sucking while still running my tongue over the hard surface. Sasha thrashed and whimpered and arched her back, spreading her legs even wider and humping my face, covering me with her delicious wetness. With one hand, I spread the soft lips of her pussy, making her clit stick out even further. Her response was immediate: I was driving her crazy, driving her to a powerful climax, and it was a thrilling sensation. As I lapped at her clit, I slid one finger inside her tight pussy and experimentally wiggled it against her G-spot. Sasha shrieked with pleasure and buried her face in a pillow, threw her arms over her head and then moved them to her breasts where she began playing and pinching with her own nipples. The sight of her acting so raunchy was nearly enough to set me off and just as I was about to climb out from between her legs, Sasha tangled a hand in my hair and began humping my face faster than before.

  “Oh my god,” she cried in a high, breathy voice. “Oh my god, it feels so good!”

  Her cries of encouragement were all that I needed to continue. With her juices dripping down my mouth and chin, I wrapped my arms around her plump thighs and held her firmly in place as I went to town on her clit. I licked and sucked and nipped at the soft lips of her pussy before returning to her most sensitive spot, all the while holding her down on the bed. When she came, her pussy practically exploded in my face and I felt her clit throbbing and pulsing against my lips. The orgasm hit her so hard that she screamed, over and over, filling my ears with the most delicious sound that I’d ever heard. I kept licking at her, kept flicking my tongue over her sensitive clit until she gasped and gently pushed me away, panting hard.

  “It’s too sensitive,” Sasha moaned. She sat up and I saw that her whole body was shaking with the effort of her powerful orgasm. Her huge tits were heaving with every breath that she took, and she was smiling at me, looking dazed.

  I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.

  “Did you like that?” I asked in a low growl.

  Sasha blushed and nodded. “I think you know that I did,” she replied softly, raising an eyebrow at me and looking coy.

  I smirked at her. “Good,” I told her. “Because there’s a lot more where that came from.”

  4

  Sasha – Saturday

  I couldn’t believe the way I felt – my whole body was thrumming and tingling and throbbing with lust and pleasure. The insane orgasm that had just ripped through me had been like nothing that I’d ever experienced before: I’d felt like something had been gripping me hard between the legs, refusing to let go, until wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over my head and left my breathless. My inner thighs were soaked with my juices and the whole room smelled like my pussy: I should have been embarrassed but if anything, it just turned me on all the more.

  And the worst part was, I still wanted more. I’d come so hard, but I wanted Andy to go all the way: to plunge his cock into my pussy and fuck me and take my virginity, give me the best night of my life and make me his.

  Oh, god, I wanted to be his.

  No.

  I needed to be his.

  “Come here,” I said softly, beckoning Andy with a finger. He was still wearing his tux, looking more handsome than ever now that his dark blonde hair was tousled and his hazel eyes were gleaming with lust. Something about being naked while he was fully clothed made me feel both vulnerable and excited at once, like I was a play thing and he was taking his time while he decided what to do with my bare body. I shuddered with anticipation as he crawled up my body, kissing me slowly. He kissed my thighs, licking them clean of my juices and then my lower belly, moving up to my breasts and nipping and sucking at my stiff peaks. He ran his hands over me, worshiping me, making me feel like the center of the universe. When he kissed my neck, a shiver ran down my spine and I moaned softly as his mouth moved closer and closer to my own. I’d never thought that just kissing someone could be enough to bring me to orgasm but when I felt his lips against my own, I moaned again and opened myself up to his tongue. I tasted my juices on his mouth and tongue and again, while I knew that it should make me feel dirty, it just made me feel excited. I took Andy’s face in my hands and lapped him clean, sucked the taste of my pussy off his mouth until he groaned with pleasure.

  “Goddamn,” Andy breathed, pulling away and pressing his forehead to mine. I reached for his tux and began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt but he gently batted my hands away and leaned back on his knees.

  “I’m sorry,” I teased. “I’m just so eager for you.”

  “Oh, baby, I’m not done with you yet,” Andy said. We locked eyes and I felt a jolt of lust go straight to my pussy as he took off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt with nimble, expert fingers and tossed it to the ground. I couldn’t help but stare at his muscular frame – beneath his tux he’d definitely felt strong, but I hadn’t been expecting him to be so ... well, so built.

  “See something you like?” Andy teased, and I flashed back to Darla’s words about how Andy was the boring, staid type.

  Well, he certainly didn’t seem boring or staid to me. He was exciting and fun, not to
mention gorgeous.

  I’d certainly chosen my one-night boyfriend well.

  “Yes,” I purred. I sat up in bed and let the sheet fall away from my breasts as I ran a hand down Andy’s bare chest, luxuriating in the way his skin felt until my hands. Andy groaned as my hand moved lower and lower, and I brought my other hand in until I was fumbling with his pants and pulling them down his narrow hips. Andy’s cock sprang free and I gasped at the sight of it – it was so big that for a moment, I worried about whether or not he would fit inside my pussy. His cock was magnificently beautiful: veiny and thick and throbbing for me.

  “Touch me,” Andy groaned in a low voice, deep in the back of his throat. With a coy smile on my face, I reached for his dick and wrapped my hand around the shaft. I began to pump up and down, which caused his eyes to roll back in his head and a loud groan to escape from his lips.

  “I want to go all the way, boyfriend,” I teased, moving closer and brushing his lips with mine. The soft kiss was enough to jolt Andy out of his pleasure-induced stupor and he pushed my hand away, pushed me down on the bed, and crawled on top of me. He leaned down and kissed me, softly nibbling on my lower lip until I let out a loud moan into his mouth. As he positioned himself between my thighs, he steadied himself with a hand on my hip.

  “I want you to tell me if you need me to stop,” Andy said in a low voice. He kissed my neck, nudging my chin up with his forehead and I whimpered in anticipation as I felt his cock nudging at the lips of my pussy.

  “I will,” I said softly. “But trust me – I don’t want you to stop.”

  Andy locked eyes with me. He held the base of his cock in one hand as he prepared to enter me and I gasped as I felt him plunge deep inside. For a moment, it hurt – a sharp, white-hot pain that made me flinch and recoil. But it only lasted a second. Then, the pain began to melt into a warm pleasure and spread through my veins and I moaned and arched my back, opening my legs as wide as I could.

  Opening myself to Andy, and his deliciously perfect cock.

  “You weren’t kidding about being a virgin,” Andy growled in my ear and a shiver ran down my spine. He pressed his forehead to mine, panting hard, with his cock buried deep in my virginal pussy.

  “Of course, I wasn’t,” I said softly, giving him a shy smile and shaking my head. “You think I’m a liar?”

  Andy grinned at me and I felt my heart melt. “No, baby,” he said. He reached up to the side of my face and brushed my sweaty hair out of the way. “I promise that I’ll make it good for you and take it slow, as much as I want to destroy you right now.”

  A thrill of anticipation raced through my body as Andy began pumping his hips slowly against my body, fucking me with long, slow strokes that made me gasp each time he filled my pussy to the hilt. His cock fit inside of me perfectly – it was like we were made for each other – and I shivered and squirmed beneath the muscular bulk of his body.

  “Do you like that, baby?” Andy growled in my ear. His sharp teeth nipped at my earlobe and I gasped as pleasure filled my body. Andy moved his hands to my breasts and pinched and played with my nipples, making me writhe and moan beneath him. I loved the way he touched me – even though he said that he didn’t have much experience, it was like he and I had been making love for years.

  “Oh, yes,” I cried as I threw my head back. Andy dug his fingers into my hips and rolled me over in one skillful move. His cock stayed buried deep inside of me as he shifted onto his back and pulled me on top, so I was riding him with my legs spread. Andy looked up at my tits and cupped them in his hands, reaching and craning his neck until he was licking and biting my erect nipples. I began to move my hips, shifting and undulating on his cock, as if I’d been riding him for my whole life.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Andy groaned. He thrust upwards inside of me, slowly, and I discovered that with every movement of my hips, my clit rubbed against his hard pubic bone. It sent delicious shivers through my body and I shuddered and gasped as Andy moved his hands to my ass and squeezed hard.

  Pleasure mounted and built inside of me and soon, I found that I couldn’t resist. I threw my head back and howled with ecstasy as the sensations grew and grew. There was no choice – I couldn’t do anything except give myself up to him and surrender to the insanely delectable feelings that had now completely taken over my body. When my second orgasm hit, it was even more powerful than the first. Andy put his hand to the front of my crotch and rubbed my clit as I rode his cock, making pleasure explode inside of me like fireworks. I screamed as tears filled my eyes, riding him hard and luxuriating in the feel of his cock stuffed deep inside of me.

  “Oh my god, yes,” I shrieked, tossing my head and flinging my sweaty hair over my shoulders. I dug my fingers into Andy’s chest as the sensations kept coming and coming and coming, each one more powerful than the last. My orgasm set Andy off and he gripped my hips and thrust into me, filling me with his cock and his seed. As we bucked and gasped and came together, I saw stars.

  Afterwards, I lay panting in his arms. Andy was stroking my hair, brushing the sweaty strands away from my face and cuddling me with his free arm. I closed my eyes and felt that I was utterly relaxed. Everything had been building up to this: the champagne, the dancing, the flirting, the teasing, the kissing.

  God, it had been wonderful. Even more wonderful than I could have possibly imagined. I sighed happily and turned to face Andy, pressing my forehead against his. I felt so comfortable and sated that it wasn’t hard to imagine falling asleep in his arms.

  Or falling for him while being in his arms. Despite being utterly happy and content, there was one lingering thought that I had to push out of my brain: the fact that if I spent too much time around Andy, I could wind up falling for him. I’d never imagined that it could be like this with a man. Back when Darla had first slept with Greg, she’d told me that it had been the most wonderful night of her life ... and I’d believed her. Now, though, I felt like there was no one on earth who had experienced what I’d just shared with Andy. Of course, it wasn’t as if I’d had much experience before Andy: only a few tipsy kisses here and there at college parties. But those kisses paled in comparison to the ones that Andy had given me. It was funny – in a way, I’d thought that I was the one who was seducing him, what with my coy and teasing offer of his being my boyfriend for the night.

  But no, Andy was the one who had seduced me. And now, I was lying in his arms and loving every second of it. He was too wonderful – sweet and smart and so utterly sexy that just looking at him made my chest hurt.

  “So,” Andy said in a low voice, one that was almost too quiet to hear. I opened my eyes and blinked at him.

  “Yes?” I asked. “What is it?”

  Andy smirked. “Was it good for you?” He ran a finger along my bare arm, moving closer and closer to my breast until he was brushing my nipple. I squirmed and shivered as my nipple puckered once again. It was sore from all of the attention Andy had given it, but I still could feel myself getting wet from his touch.

  “Yes,” I said. I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “It was very, very good for me.”

  “I know it’s none of my business,” Andy continued, moving his hand lower and lower, stroking my belly and cupping it. “But why were you a virgin? You’re insanely hot. I can’t imagine you’d have had a hard time finding a boyfriend.”

  I rolled over onto my belly and cocked my head to the side. The truth was, I had avoided men in college because of how I’d been born: my mother had gotten pregnant with me far too young and my father had run off at the faintest whiff of needing to take responsibility for a life other than his own.

  As much as I liked Andy, I wasn’t ready to tell him the truth. That would be too intimate, that would begin to build something between us that was more than just sex.

  “I just wanted to concentrate on my studies,” I said. It wasn’t a complete lie – I’d avoided men because I hadn’t wanted to get pregnant and because unlike my mother, I had been determined to finish college
.

  But now that I’d done all of that, I was ready to explore and have fun. The only problem was that now, after having passionate Andy as my one-night boyfriend, I wasn’t so sure I could ever feel as hot for another man. He was too perfect.

  It was almost like I’d chosen too well.

  “I see,” Andy said. “Well, I have to say: that’s admirable.”

  I sat up and yawned, rubbing my eyes with both hands balled into fists. “You’ve been an excellent one-night boyfriend,” I said, as playfully as I could muster. “Thank you very much.”

  Andy opened his eyes and looked at me. “You should stick around,” he said. “Spend the night. We have this room until the morning, you know.”

  It was so tempting, but I knew that I couldn’t.

  “I don’t want Darla to miss me before she and Greg leave for their honeymoon,” I said. I got out of bed and pulled on my silk dress, trying to ignore the pang of sadness that I felt about our night together ending. When I went in the bathroom to tidy up, I saw that my skin was flushed and dewy and my red hair was wild. I did the best I could to tame it with a few drops of water, then rinsed out my mouth in the sink and left.

  I knew I should go back to the reception: it was true that Darla had promised me that I’d see her off at the end of the night. But I couldn’t go back there – it would just remind me too much of Andy, and make me want to rush back to the hotel room he’d gotten for us.

  Instead, I called an Uber and went back to my mother’s house. Thankfully, the lights were out by the time I got home and I was able to sneak into my childhood bedroom, slip out of my dress and crawl into bed.