One Night Stand: An Erotic Serial: Episode One

by Robinson, Sarah

  I gripped her waist with my hands and lifted her on to my lap so that she was straddling me on the couch. Her lips brushed against mine, and I nipped at her.

  “Mmm,” she moaned lightly, wrapping her arms around my neck as I slid my tongue across her bottom lip.

  She parted for me, her mouth opening as my tongue danced against hers. We tangled together, pulling tighter against one another as I circled her back with my arms.

  Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel her breath coming quicker and shallower as she started to heat up from our embrace. Placing one hand on the back of her head and the other on her ass, I leaned into her and stood up with her still in my arms. Her legs tightened around me, and I carried her down the hallway.

  “Is the bedroom down here?” I asked.

  She nodded, returning to kissing me and making every part of my body respond to her.

  My dick throbbed in my jeans and I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her. She was everything I’d hoped for tonight, and then more. Tonight I could forget my life, my problems, my vices, and just focus on her. I could give her the night of her life, and that pleasure meant everything to me.

  I wanted to see her writhing against me, coming hard and fast on my dick. I wanted to make her mine.

  At least for tonight.

  Chapter Three

  Emma

  I raised my hips to press against his as I laid back against the bed. My hands pressed against his chest, twisting in his shirt. "I don't want you to think I do this all the time,” I clarified. “Tonight is a special circumstance.”

  “Is it?” Dylan brushed his thumbs across my cheeks, holding my face in his hands. "I wouldn't be here if I thought you were the type of woman who does this every day. Anyone who sends a whale GIF as their pick up line is clearly inexperienced.”

  I laughed. “You have to admit, that was an amazing pick up line.”

  “And my response?” he asked.

  “Even better,” I confirmed.

  Dylan pressed his hips down against me, and I could feel his cock hard and full against my stomach. "This isn’t able to go past tonight, but we can enjoy it now. We can just enjoy each other.“

  My hands slid up his chest to his neck, gripping his shoulders as I ground my hips against his. “Dylan?”

  "Yes?"

  “Fuck me," she breathed. “Fuck me right n—”

  He crushed his lips to mine before I even finished speaking. I moaned against him, and I could feel him adjusting himself as he tried to keep calm. I didn’t want him calm. I wanted him wild. I wanted him loose and free to fuck me like Blake never fucked me.

  He coaxed my mouth open, running his tongue across my bottom lip again. When I finally parted, he plunged inside and took what was his. Because for tonight…I was his.

  His hands wove through my hair, pulling me as close to him as two people could be. Still, he wanted more. He wanted closer. He wanted everything.

  And I wanted to give it to him.

  Reaching down between our bodies, I unclasped the top button on his jeans and slid down his zipper. He groaned as he sprang free into my waiting hand. I slid my hand up and down his cock, pumping harder and faster as I used his own precum as lubricant.

  “Damn, Emma.” Dylan’s hands twisted in the sheets on either side of my head. “That feels amazing.”

  My fingers circled his length, smoothly sliding up and down as he pumped his hips against me. He buried his face in my neck, nipping at my soft flesh. He pulled my soft skin into his mouth and sucked, nipped, and licked his way from my jaw to the top of my breasts.

  “Ah,” I groaned, shivering at the feeling of his lips against me.

  Letting go of him, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor next to the bed.

  Dean reached behind me and unfastened my bra, throwing it on to the ground by my shirt.

  I writhed beneath him, my light pink nipples exposed for the first time. He let out a low growl, then his tongue slid across the tip of my nipple. He pulled back only for a moment and gripped his own shirt behind his neck and pulled it over his head, letting it join my clothes on the floor.

  I couldn’t stop myself from ogling him and his perfect six-pack of abs and tight pecs that I’d seen in his Tinder photos, but hadn’t even believed could be real. Oh, but it was real…he was so real. My breath quickened, my breasts lifting with each inhale.

  Dylan stood up and dropped his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them and then his boxer briefs. Entirely naked in front of me, I tried to contain myself but I was panting at the sight.

  He unfastened the top of my pants and slid them down my legs, throwing them off the bed. I was wearing a red lace pair of panties…and nothing else. His eyes grazed across me and I began panting harder.

  “I want you,” I begged him, because I needed him inside me then and there. I was on fire and needed him to douse the flames.

  “Not yet,” he teased me, a wicked grin on his lips. Dylan pulled me to the edge of the bed so my ass was almost hanging over the edge. He kneeled between my legs and his teeth grasped the soft lace.

  I shuddered beneath him, trembling and soaking the fabric.

  He pulled gently, then all at once. Ripping the panties from my body, I heard the fabric tear. I didn’t care. I wanted more.

  He pushed my legs wider until I was entirely open for him. I imagined what I must look like to him—glistening, waiting…my breath was ragged as I stretched out in front of him, fully on display.

  “Emma, put your knees over my shoulders,” he instructed.

  One hand on each of my knees, he helped me place my legs over his shoulders. I tucked my legs around his head, pulling him as close to me as he could go. He slid his palms up my thighs and over my hips to my stomach.

  I squirmed when he touched my stomach, pulling away from him. The softness of my belly wasn’t my favorite body part and Blake had loved to tease me about my love handles.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “I just don’t like people touching my stomach…” I admitted, already feeling the blush on my cheeks as heat seared my skin.

  He completely ignored me and let his hands slide over my stomach again. He brushed against the bottom of my breasts then returned to the middle of my stomach.

  I was holding my breath, focused entirely on him and the way he looked at me. His eyes were blazing and he looked…angry?

  “Whoever told you you’re less than one hundred percent beautiful is an idiot,” he said. “I love your stomach just like I love every other part of your body. Now…let me touch you and show you how beautiful you are.”

  My breath caught in my throat and I froze, watching him with fascination as he cradled every part of my body and spread kisses against my soft skin.

  “Dylan…”

  “Emma.” He looked up at me, his chin resting against my body. “Trust me. Can you do that?”

  I swallowed hard, but, honestly…I could. Something about him and the way he spoke to me was so sincere, so real, so genuine. I wanted to believe him and I found myself doubting my own insecurities. Why did I hate my stomach when he found every part of me so appealing? He was a ten, without a doubt, but here he was worshipping my body as if I was, too.

  Maybe I was.

  “Do you?" Dylan waited for my response.

  Finally, I nodded. “I trust you.”

  He returned to between my legs, spread wide before him. "I can’t fucking wait to taste you, Emma.”

  I shivered at his words then nearly bounded off the bed when his tongue flicked over my most sensitive bundle of nerves, lapping at my clit.

  “Dylan!"

  He dove in deeper, alternating between pushing inside me with his tongue, suckling me, and licking the length of my core. I writhed beneath him, pumping my hips against his face as I moaned and gasped with every flick of his tongue.

  My orgasm began to build up in me, my body trembling in response. He knew exactly what I needed
and pushed two fingers inside me and massaged my deepest pleasure point until my entire body shattered open.

  "Dylan…” I panted, my hands twisting in the sheets beneath me and my knees clutching tight against him. “Holy shit…harder.”

  He obliged, sucking harder until I fell limp against the bed, small moans coming from my lips. My climax swept over me with fury, raking through every inch of my body. A shriek left my lips as I finally fell back and let it wash over me.

  “That was incredible,” he murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh. “You completely open up when you come.”

  I covered my face with my hands, letting out a small giggle. “That was insane…”

  He’d literally just given me one of the best orgasms of my entire life. It was insanely better than it had ever been with Blake…although, Blake had never gone down on me. He always said he didn’t like that and so…I’d just gone without.

  If this is what I was missing…holy shit.

  “Feeling good?” he asked, climbing onto the bed above me and pulling me farther up onto the sheets beneath him. “You taste amazing.”

  I squealed at the sudden movement, then laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never done that before?”

  Dylan growled, fierce eyes turning to me. “What?”

  I nodded. “No one’s ever…you know.”

  “No one’s ever eaten you out before?” he asked me, looking bewildered with wide eyes and brows lifted almost to his hair line.

  I shook my head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

  Dylan burrowed against my neck, nipping at my flesh. “That’s bullshit. Every woman should be given that pleasure. I’m going to make you come more times tonight than anyone ever has.”

  “That won’t be hard,” I teased. “I’ve only ever come once during sex before…if at all.”

  He shook his head, sliding his hands between my legs. “Poor, unsatisfied little one…we’re changing that tonight.”

  I grinned, excitement coursing through my body. "I like the sound of that."

  "I like the sound of you,” he whispered so softly, I almost missed it. “The sound of you coming against my tongue.”

  He pressed me down on the bed and crawled between my legs.

  “Again?” I gasped.

  A wicked smile met me. His eyes were hooded and dark. “I made you a promise. Tonight is going to change your life, Emma.”

  I leaned back against the bed. Holy shit, what had I gotten myself in to?

  Chapter Four

  Dylan

  “Can I try something?” she asked me, pushing a hand against my chest and leading me to lay down on the bed.

  I lifted one brow, watching her with interest. “Little one, you can try anything you want on me.”

  She slid her body down mine, kissing a line from my neck down to my abs. Her fingernails scraped across my pecs and I hissed in response. But, damn, it felt good. My body was ablaze and my dick was throbbing between us.

  Tentatively, she slid her tongue down my length. I nearly jumped off the bed at the sensation of her wet mouth against me. Groaning, I lifted my hips to push myself into her. She pulled back, teasing me and making me want her even more.

  My hands went to her arms to pull her up to me for a kiss, but she pushed me away.

  “I want to taste you,” she insisted.

  Well, fuck me. I wasn’t going to argue with that.

  I leaned back into the mattress with a groan as she slid her lips over the head of my dick, sucking on the tip.

  “Oh, God…” I moaned, pumping my hips against her.

  She slid the rest of my length between her soft lips and I felt her tongue gliding along the underside of my dick. Playing with the ridge of my head, she flicked her tongue back and forth and I nearly came right then and there.

  Gripping the sheets, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down as I slid in and out of her mouth with ease. She swirled her tongue around my cock with each thrust, taking me down her throat so far I was sure she would choke. But she didn’t…she took every inch of me with a fevered excitement.

  “Holy shit, Emma…” I tangled my hands in her hair as I thrust into her mouth. “I’m so close…”

  She pulled away slightly and looked up at me. “I swallow. No gag reflex.”

  My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head at the image of her smiling up at me telling me that she wanted me to come down her throat.

  Taking me back into her mouth, she pumped her lips around me faster and placed one hand on my balls. Cupping them in her palm, she massaged ever so gently. My balls tightened as I neared the edge. Closer and closer, I thrust inside her until finally my world shattered.

  I came so hard that my vision disappeared and everything went black around me. My fists, tangled in the sheets, tightened and clutched the bed for dear, sweet life as I fell back down to the Earth from the greatest high of my entire life.

  “Fucking hell, Emma…” I gasped, trying to find air to breathe after a few moments. “That was freaking incredible.”

  She climbed up the side of the bed next to me, and laid down with her head on my chest. “Good.”

  “Where did you learn that?” I asked, amazed that someone who supposedly had very little experience could pull off the best blow job of my life.

  “That was all my ex wanted, so I got good at it,” she admitted.

  I turned on to my side to face her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Is your ex the only person you’ve ever been with?”

  She nodded, a crimson blush creeping on to her cheeks. “Is it that obvious?”

  I shook my head. “Not at all. You just come across as…innocent.”

  Her blush deepened. “Oh.”

  “That’s not a bad thing,” I clarified. “In fact, I fucking love it.”

  She looked uncertain and I could tell that there was something she wanted to say.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “I…I have a list…of…of things I want to do.”

  I lifted one brow, my interest piqued. “Like a sex list?”

  “I call it my fucking list.” She grinned, as if she had just made the funniest joke in the world. “Like bucket list, but for sex. Get it?”

  I laughed, mostly at how funny she found herself. “I get it. I’m curious as to what’s on the list though.”

  She sat up in the bed and stared down at me. “Are you sure?”

  I sat up, too. “Hell yeah, I’m sure.”

  “I’ll go get it.” She stood and walked over to her dresser. I watched her ass sway with every step and…damn, it was distracting.

  “Wait…you wrote it down?” I laughed again, because that was just so typical for the Emma I was getting to know.

  She nodded. “So I won’t forget anything.” She handed me a small piece of paper, folded even smaller.

  Unfolding the paper, I quickly read through her list. My eyes widened with every item as I read.

  Oral sex. Check.

  Anal sex. Yes, please.

  Analingus. Holy fuck.

  Blindfolded.

  G-Spot orgasm.

  Sixty-nine.

  Double penetration.

  And the list kept going.

  “Well, damn,” I said, holding the list up to her. “This is an amazing list. You haven’t done any of these things before?”

  She shook her head, bitting down on her bottom lip. “Is that bad?”

  “Of course not,” I assured her. “It just means we have a fuck of a lot to do tonight.”

  Her eyes widened. “We can’t do the whole list tonight!”

  She was probably right on that one. After all, I did have to be up early in the morning. I couldn’t be that tired going into tomorrow’s big event.

  “We can definitely do some of it,” I replied, reading over the list again. “In fact, I’d like to check another one off your list right now.”

  She bit down on her bottom lip agai
n and her nipples hardened. “Which one?”

  “Get on your knees.”

  Chapter Five

  Emma

  “What?” I squawked, pushing back farther into the mattress.

  He lifted one brow, his hands on his hips. “I said…get on your knees.”

  I didn’t know where this was leading, but I was so excited that I was already wet just at his command. Turning over on to my hands and knees, I pushed my ass up in the air. Giving it a little wiggle, I looked back over my shoulder at him.

  “Like this?” I asked.

  A wicked grin spread over his face. “Perfect.”

  His hand came down across my ass cheek with a loud slap.

  “Ah!” I jolted forward. The sting could still be felt on my skin, but I looked back at him and licked my lips. “Again.”

  Dylan grinned, letting go of another strike against my ass.

  I groaned at the delicious pain and leaned back into his hand.

  He rubbed my ass, small circles to soothe where he’d spanked me. “You drive me wild,” he said. “I don’t know if I can handle you.”

  “You better try,” I teased, wiggling my ass again.

  He placed a hand between my knees and pushed my knees apart. He then placed his hand on my back and pushed my shoulders down into the mattress. “Reach back.”

  My face buried in the sheets, I reached back and grabbed the back of my knees with both hands.

  “No. Not your knees. Grab your ass.” He moved my hands to my ass cheeks and instructed me to pull them apart. I was now completely on display for him. A cool breeze passed over my asshole and pussy and I shivered at the vulnerability of it all.

  Then I felt his tongue on my clit.

  I bucked backward against him, wanting more. He sucked my clit between his lips, flicking his tongue across the tip repeatedly.

  “Oh, God…” I groaned and pushed my face into the sheets, trying to quiet myself as I panted and moaned.

  But then his tongue moved up farther and slid between my folds. Slipping inside my pussy, he fucked me with his tongue while his thumb ran circles over my clit.