One Night Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend Book 3)

by Victoria Snow

  “What are you doing?” I asked. “Come on, Sasha, get out of there – you could fall down and hurt yourself.”

  Sasha stuck her tongue out at me in an adorably juvenile gesture before splashing me with some water. She closed her eyes and twirled in circles, standing under the spray of the water. Her blouse was instantly soaked and she wasn’t wearing a bra – her nipples were stiff, pink pinks through the wet material.

  My cock stiffened and throbbed in my pants, and I swallowed hard.

  God, I want her again, I thought urgently. I don’t just want her – I need her.

  “Andy,” Sasha crooned, wading and splashing through the water. She held out her hand. “Come dance with me,” she purred. “Please, it feels so nice!”

  All I could do was stare as she giggled and played in the water. She was such a sex kitten, such a cute little tease that I could hardly stand it.

  “Get out of the fountain,” I said hoarsely. “I’m taking you home.”

  10

  Sasha – Friday

  “Annnndy,” I teased, drawing out his name and pouting my lips as I splashed in the cold water. “Come on, the water feels so good!”

  Andy didn’t move. He was frozen, staring at me, as I bounced around in the water. The truth was, I knew I should have listened to him, but I was having too much fun to stop now. Red wine has always gone straight to my head, and tonight was no exception: I’d downed four glasses while gossiping with Billie before Andy had arrived at the pub.

  “Sasha, come on,” Andy said. His face was hard to read, but his hazel eyes were glued to my body and I locked gazes with him as I ran my hands down over my wet, transparent blouse. “You’re going to catch a cold if you stay in there.”

  “I’m not,” I said flippantly, going under the stream of the water and pretending I was in La Dolce Vita. “It was so hot in that bar!”

  Andy didn’t reply. I flipped my hair back over my shoulders and threw him a dazzling smile, but even that wasn’t enough to get him to move.

  “And this feels amazing,” I cooed. “Come on in!”

  I stepped closer to the edge of the fountain and got a better glimpse of Andy’s face. There was no doubt about it – he was clearly feeling just as hot for me as I was for him. Something about the serious, intense look on his face made my smile fade and that was when I knew: I wasn’t tipsy from the wine, I was merely intoxicated by Andy’s presence.

  “Come on, Sasha,” Andy said quietly. “Get out.”

  A shiver ran down my spine and I obediently climbed out of the fountain. Andy’s eyes were glued to my soaking wet blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipples were clearly hard beneath the filmy fabric. I shivered again as his eyes moved lower, down to my pencil skirt that was clinging to my ass. My nipples were tingling and stiff and I had to suppress a moan as I pictured Andy ripped my blouse off and sucking them dry.

  Andy took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

  “I don’t want you to catch a cold,” he said.

  “Andy,” I replied. “It’s like, eighty degrees out here. There’s no way I’m getting sick.”

  Andy didn’t reply, but a muscle twitched in his jaw and I got the feeling that he was only doing it because he didn’t want anyone else catching a glimpse of my soaked body. He took my arm and hustled me down the street, as quickly as he could.

  “Let’s get you home,” Andy said. He took me down a side street and took car keys out of his pocket, pressing a button. A silver sedan beeped once and Andy took me over to the passenger seat and opened the door for me, which I had to admit that I liked. Once I was sitting, he even fastened my seatbelt, and I burst into giggles.

  “What?” Andy asked. “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing,” I lied. It’s just that you’re too perfect, I thought as I settled against the leather of the seat. Andy climbed in behind the wheel and turned to me.

  “Where do you live?”

  I gave him the address of my apartment complex, and soon Andy was driving us across the city. We were silent and while it was tense, it wasn’t awkward. There were sparks flying between us and my body was tingling with anticipation. I wasn’t expecting Andy to do anything more than slow his car and show me out, but to my surprise he parked and even went around to my side and opened my door for me.

  “I’m worried about you slipping in bare feet,” he said, taking my shoes from my hand and helping me out of the car. When I felt his hand on the small of my back, I shivered.

  “You’re such a gentleman,” I said. I had meant it as a compliment, but it came out almost like I was teasing him. “I mean it,” I added. “I really do. You’re so nice.”

  Andy didn’t reply. He opened the door of the building for me and walked with me over to the elevator.

  As I pressed the ‘up’ button, I impulsively turned to him.

  “You were so nice to drive me home,” I said. “Do you want to come in for a glass of wine?”

  “I don’t know, Sasha,” Andy said. “It’s probably not a good idea.”

  “Please,” I said. “Just as my way of thanking you for taking care of me.”

  Andy swallowed hard. When the doors to the elevator opened, he followed me inside and I felt another rush of excitement. We rode up together to the fourth floor, and I took him down the hall and inside my apartment.

  “Nice place,” Andy said. He walked over to the futon, which I’d covered in a knit blanket to make it look a little classier, and sat down.

  “It’s not much, but it’s mine,” I said. “Want a glass of wine?”

  Without waiting for a reply, I went into the kitchen and poured two glasses. When I went back into the living room, I flicked on the white Christmas lights that I had fastened around the ceiling of the room and sat next to Andy. Handing him the glass of wine, I clinked my glass to his.

  “Cheers,” I said. “To getting that project done.”

  Andy smiled faintly. “I really, really don’t want to talk about work right now,” he said, sipping his wine and staring at me. “And I really shouldn’t be here.”

  I didn’t know what to say – was he rejecting me? I could feel that he wanted me, but I could also feel that he was conflicted. The uncertainty of the situation combined with my growing arousal was almost too much to take, and I took a big sip of wine so I wouldn’t say anything stupid.

  “But I couldn’t say no,” Andy continued. He took a long drink of wine, set his glass down on the trunk I was using for a coffee table, and stared at me.

  “Oh?” I asked softly.

  “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the first night we were together,” Andy said. “And as soon as I saw you again, I knew I had to taste you once more.”

  My heart was thudding fast and hard in my chest as Andy leaned over and gave me a wine-scented kiss. Instantly, I melted against him and moaned into his mouth as his tongue teased my lips. The kiss grew more passionate and Andy’s tongue slipped into my mouth, teasing me, probing me, making me so hot and horny that I could hardly stand it. His hands ran over my wet blouse and skirt and I moaned again as I felt his thumbs brush the stiff peaks of my nipples. It felt so good that I squirmed and wriggled my way onto his lap, spreading my legs and straddling him. The wet fabric of my pencil skirt rode higher and higher up my big thighs and Andy put his hands on my bare legs, grinding into my pelvis. His cock was hard and throbbing through his pants and I blushed hotly as I imagined it sliding into my pussy for the second time.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Andy groaned. He broke the kiss and tangled a hand in my wet hair, twisting my head back and exposing my neck. When I felt his hot lips and tongue on my sensitive skin, I cried out with desire. Arousal and lust exploded in my body as Andy’s mouth moved lower and lower, until he was nuzzling and biting my collarbone. Every inch of my skin, every nerve, every cell, felt like it was on delicious fire and I ran my hands through Andy’s golden hair, tousling and tangling it before moving my fingers to his muscular should
ers and squeezing hard. Andy was still grinding against me and he moved his hands lower, cupping my full breasts through my wet blouse. His touch was hot and lusty and I squirmed and moaned softly as he fumbled with the bow at the front of my top.

  “Let me,” I panted, pushing his hands away and slowly untying the fussy bow at my neck. Andy’s eyes locked with mine and I flushed hotly, loving that I was stripping for him. As I untied my blouse, Andy ripped it away from my skin and threw it to the floor before leaning closer and nuzzling my breasts. Clouds of his hot breath teased my nipples and I arched my back, pushing my boobs in his face as he moved his mouth closer to my stiff peaks. When I felt his teeth scraping my nipples, I cried out and screwed my eyes closed – it felt so good that I could have come just from him touching me. Andy worked his mouth over my tits, licking and sucking and biting them, driving me crazy with desire. I took his hand and put it between my thighs, moved it close to the crotch of my panties. He teased me, gently brushing my panties with a feather-light touch of his thumb that made me squirm with lust.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” Andy growled. He took his hand from between my legs and I cried out with frustration. As he kissed me again, he moved me off his lap and onto the couch.

  “Wait,” I panted, sitting up. “Not in here. I have a bed,” I added coyly.

  Andy raised an eyebrow at me. “How very adult of you,” he said archly.

  Blushing furiously, I took Andy by the hand and led him into my bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched intently as I lit a couple of candles on my nightstand. Then, with our eyes locked, I unzipped my pencil skirt until I was standing in front of him, clad only in panties.

  “You’re a fucking goddess,” Andy said in a low, gravelly voice. I shivered with pleasure as I walked closer and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Andy on all fours. My panties twisted and rode up my ass, and the sensation of the wet fabric tugging against my throbbing clit made me squirm and moan softly. I felt so wanton, so slutty, so filled with desire for Andy that it was impossible to think about anything else.

  “I want you,” I purred as I crawled closer. Andy leaned back on the bed and I climbed on top of him, slowly moving my way up his body like I was giving him a lap dance. He was still fully clothed and I relished the delicious sensation of my skin brushing against him, knowing that I was teasing and tormenting him, and knowing how much it was also turning me on. While I’d always been confident in my looks despite my rotund curves, it was like Andy had somehow unlocked my true potential as a sexual being, as a grown-up woman.

  And I fucking loved it.

  “Come here, baby,” Andy growled. He put his hands on my face and pulled me up on top of his body. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and his hands roamed over my ass, squeezing and parting my cheeks in a lewd manner that made me blush. He slipped his hands beneath my panties and let his fingers roam tantalizingly close to my clit, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt so exposed, so open to him that I would have let him do anything, and I moaned softly as Andy nipped at my lower lip.

  “You want me?” Andy asked, breaking the kiss and nuzzling me.

  “Oh, yes,” I whispered. “Very much.

  11

  Andy – Friday

  With Sasha naked save for a thin pair of panties on top of me, it was hard not to flip her on her back, push the crotch of those panties to the side, and fuck her head. But I wanted to tease her, wanted to play, wanted to touch every inch of that magnificent body before finishing.

  After all, this was going to be the last time that we slept together. It had to be – Sasha and I couldn’t keep this up.

  Stop thinking about work, asshole, I told myself sternly. You’ve got a beautiful woman crawling around on top of you.

  I didn’t have to tell myself twice. As I slid a finger inside Sasha’s soaking wet pussy, she wriggled and moaned. She pushed her quivering tits against my chest and arched her back, spreading her legs. I would have killed to see the view from behind – her voluptuous body in downward-facing dog, with her legs spread and the crotch of her panties twisted to the side. Sasha nuzzled my neck and kissed me hotly, then took her fingers to the buttons of my shirt and slowly began undoing them, one by one. She gasped as I slid another finger inside of her before running a hand down my bare chest and moaning softly.

  “I love touching you,” I groaned as Sasha’s hands moved lower and lower. She stripped my shirt off and threw it to the side, then got to work on my belt and the fly of my trousers. My cock was so hard that it almost ached and I groaned again as Sasha pulled my trousers down my hips and undulated her body over mine. The head of my hard dick was making a tent in my boxers and Sasha tentatively touched me through the fabric, moving her hand up and down. She shifted on top of me so that she was straddling me, still wearing those obscene little panties, and began rolling her hips like a stripper. Her tits swung in the air and I cupped them, brushing her nipples with my thumbs and then pinching them with my fingers as Sasha moved her womanly body.

  Sasha moaned and cried out, squealing with delight as I pleasured her. The room was heavy with the scent of her pussy, and I growled before pushing her off and me and down on her back. I got to my knees, then crawled between her thighs and raked my nails down the sensitive skin. Sasha yelped with pleasure and I leaned down to kiss her quivering belly before tearing her wet panties down her legs and throwing them to the side. Her pussy was so beautiful – glistening and wet, with the lips spread and her pink clit hard and throbbing for me. I dove in, licking and sucking at her as I slipped three fingers inside her pussy. Sasha went wild. She bucked and gasped and howled, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and riding my face as I flicked my tongue over her clit. I held her firm with one arm around her thigh, keeping her in place as I pleasured her.

  “Oh my god, Andy,” Sasha moaned in a high-pitched voice that drove me wild. “That feels so fucking good!”

  I grinned into her pussy before looking up and wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

  “I want you to take me,” Sasha continued moaning, closing her eyes and burying her red face in the crook of her arm. Her pale skin shivered and shook as I took one last lap at her clit, then got to my knees and crawled forward.

  “Get on your belly,” I told her, stretching up to kiss her briefly.

  Sasha flushed hotly, but she complied. As soon as she was lying face-down on the bed, I ran a hand down her back and spanked her ass. Sasha cried out and shoved her ass at me, clearly wanting more. I ran my hand between her thighs and gently slapped her inner thighs, motioning for her to spread her legs. As soon as she did, I took a deep breath and savored the scent of her pussy. I moved closer, taking big handfuls of Sasha’s ass in my fingers and nudging my cock at the entrance to her cunt. Sasha moaned into the pillows and arched her back, spreading her thighs and showing off her beautiful pink pussy.

  Bracing myself with one hand on the bed and one hand on Sasha’s round hips, I plunged deep inside of her. She squealed and moaned and shoved her ass against me, taking all of my hard cock at once. Her pussy was so tight and wet that it felt like a velvet glove sliding over my erection and I groaned, thrusting forward and burying myself deep inside of her.

  Sasha moaned into the pillows, twisting her head and pushing back against me with every thrust. As I began to ride her hard, sweat dripped from my chest down to her back. We moved together in a perfectly illicit rhythm, with Sasha’s body moving like a piston beneath mine. She felt so good, so delicious that I groaned and growled and humped her faster. I tangled one of my hands in Sasha’s red curls and pulled her head back, leaning over her body and pressing my lips to hers in a frenzied, passionate kiss.

  “Andy,” Sasha moaned into my mouth, closing her eyes and biting my lower lip as I fucked her. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so damn right that I couldn’t stop – it was like the two of us had been made for each other, like she was the only woman I could ever fuck from now on.

  I pumped harder and faster, leaning
back on my heels and knees and plunging inside of her in deep, intense strokes. Fucking Sasha from behind made her pussy feel even better as it clung and twitched around my cock, but I wanted to see her face and as quickly as I could, I pulled out, grabbed her hip, and flipped her on her back. Sasha giggled playfully at me as I spread her legs and slid into her pussy once more, burying myself in her deliciously fragrant cunt. We locked eyes and she flushed dark pink before moaning and moving her hands to her breasts. As I watched her fingers pinch and play with her nipples, I moved my hand between our bodies and began rubbing her clit. Sasha gasped at the sensation and closed her eyes tightly, moving her body against mine in a desperate bid for more pleasure. I loved how unhinged she was, how she completely gave herself over to me, and I could tell she was about to come when I leaned down and kissed her.

  “I want you to come for me, baby,” I groaned into Sasha’s mouth. “Fucking come on my cock!”

  Sasha cried out and arched her back, twisting and gasping beneath my muscular frame as her orgasm hit right on cue. She moaned louder and louder with each wave of pleasure, shrieking and digging her nails into my back, holding me deep inside of her body. Feeling her pussy clench my cock set me off and soon I was coming, filling her with my seed as my dick spurted hot cum. The orgasm was easily the most intense that I’d ever had, and I collapsed on top of Sasha, still buried deep inside of her.

  “Oh, Andy,” Sasha purred softly. She was breathing hard and her creamy, pale skin was soaked with sweat. The room smelled like sex, pure and simple, and I pulled out of Sasha and rolled to the side, my cock softening with each passing second.

  It felt so good, lying there in her bed, in her room that smelled as sweet and floral and young as she was.

  But it was wrong, and as the sweat began to cool on my body, I sat up in a panic and shook my head.