One Night

I walk into the pub heading straight for the bar, not even looking around to see if I know anyone here tonight. That’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about drinking, drinking until I can’t feel anything. Drinking until I can’t remember anything. Drinking until all the stress I have been dealing with for the past month is all but forgotten.

“Spiced rum and Sprite, please.”

The bartender nods at me and quickly makes my drink, catching on to the fact that I am in no mood to make small talk. As soon as she hands me my drink, I take it and search the room for the most secluded spot in the place. As I am looking, I catch the eye of someone near the end of the bar.

He’s cute. Very, very cute. No, that’s not what tonight is about, Evette.

In fact, that’s not what I am looking for in my life at all. Right now, I want to drink all alone and forget the rest of the world. I finally find a spot and quickly walk over, never taking my eyes off the table. I make it over in time to save the space and get started on drinking. About five drinks in I decide that tonight is also about dancing. I go out onto the dance floor and find a spot where I can dance with my eyes closed and not worry about stepping on anyone. I’m not sure how many songs I dance to before I hear someone clearing their throat in front of me. I open my eyes to find the attractive man from the bar.

“Mind if I join you?”

I stare for a second deciding if I actually do want to make tonight about this as well.

“Not at all.”

The next song starts and it’s a slow and sultry beat. He puts one hand on my waist and slowly walks around me dragging his hand across my stomach until he is standing close behind me. A shot of heat shoots straight through my entire body. He places his other on my waist and pulls me in so close that there is no room left between us, and we dance. We dance to the next three songs.

We’re both sweaty by the time he leans down and says to me, “Wanna get a drink?”

I stare again before shaking my head no and saying, “Take me home instead.”

He looks slightly taken aback before he gives me a blindly good-looking smile and asks, “You sure? We don’t have to, that’s not what I’m after.”

I’m a little surprised, I figured that was exactly what he was after and would jump at the chance. I nod and grab his hand, leading him toward the door. He pays for both of our tabs, buying us both bottled water to go, before we leave, and he calls an Uber for us to ride to his place. On the way there we barely speak, except for me asking a few questions and him answering.

“Do you live in an apartment or house?”

“House.”

“Do you live on your own or have roommates?”

“I live on my own. I bought my own house about a year ago.”

“Girlfriend or wife?”

“Completely single.”

He keeps eye contact with me the entire time I am asking him questions. I fall silent for the rest of the ride, but I can still see him staring at me from the corner of my eye. When we reach his house, I let him lead the way, and as soon as the door to his house is shut and locked I spin and pull him flush against me, kissing him with everything I have. He doesn’t hesitate, he puts his hands behind my thighs and lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he starts to walk. I’m expecting him to go straight to his room, but he only walks a few paces before I feel him lie down. I open my eyes to see that we are in his living room on the couch.

He pulls away from our kiss and starts to trail them down my neck. Once he reaches my cleavage he leans back and looks down at me.

We’re both breathing hard as he asks, “One more time, are you sure this is what you want?”

Instead of answering, I push him up and off me, so he is sitting upright on the couch, and climb over until I am straddling his lap. He chuckles and reaches out to pull me back in for another kiss. My hands thread into his hair as he reaches behind me and squeezes my ass in his hands, grinding his hard length into me. I moan and start to move my hips to keep the friction going. He moves his lips down my neck again, and when he reaches my cleavage this time, he doesn’t stop. He pulls back and in one swift motion, he rips my shirt up and off. He takes a minute for his eyes to scan my body, then leans in and runs the tip of his nose along the edge of my bra. Once he has traced the length of it, he bites my nipple through my bra, and I throw my head back moaning at just how good it feels. I grind my center down on him once again, and he moans this time. He scoops my breasts out of my bra and sets them on the cups, pushing them up. He groans and leans down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasp at the heat and writhe on top of his lap. Holding on to his head so he doesn’t move away, I relish the feel of his hot mouth wrapped around me. He moves his mouth to the other nipple, bringing his hand up and squeezing the breast he abandoned. I’m panting and wiggling on top of him, wishing for this to never end. When he pulls back, a smirk on his lips, I shove him back onto the couch and take his shirt off before licking my way down his neck, chest, and nipples before giving him the same treatment he gave me, all the while unbuckling his belt and jeans. When I have them undone and start working them past his hips, he puts his hand on my arms and pulls me back up to his lips, laying me back down on the couch and climbing on top of me. He rests on his elbows and grabs both my breasts in his hands, squeezing them and pushing them up.

“I want these in my mouth again.”

His words make me moan and pant with the amount of want coursing through me.

“So, do it.”

Before I can finish my sentence, his mouth is on me, and he sucks as hard as he can. I arch my back moaning louder, wrapping my legs around his hips and rolling mine up to meet his, hard. Through my loud panting, I manage to say,

“If you…don’t take the rest of….my clothes off and let me take off yours, I’m going to lose my mind.” He chuckles before releasing me from his mouth and pushes himself up to look down at me.

“You wanna see me, huh?”

Before answering, I reach down into his jeans and boxers, wrapping my hand around his length, and say over his hiss, “I wanna feel you.”

He moans loudly before getting up and reaching to push his jeans down his legs. Before he can do the same with his boxers, I sit up quickly and place my hands over his. Looking up at him, I move his hands aside and trace one finger along the rim of his boxers before slipping both hands into the sides and slowly pulling them down while keeping eye contact with him. The lower his boxers go the faster his breathing picks up, once they hit the floor, I drag my eyes down his body until they land on his erection, standing long and hard. I can’t help the moan that slips past my lips, as soon as the sound reaches his ears, he pulls me up and starts to work on my jeans. He follows the same pattern with my lace panties as I did with his boxers. Groaning at the sight of my bare slit, he lightly runs his hand up my leg, across my hip bones, and down to trace over my lower lips and cups me. By the time his hand is encasing me, I’m shaking with how much I want him.

“Fuck baby, you are so wet.”

Moaning at his words I can’t help but move my hips and grind into his hand. He stands and brings me into another kiss picking me up and turning to sit back on the couch with me in his lap. Taking my bra off before he pulls back and says.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

I lean back, and he reaches to the floor for his jeans, going to the pocket and pulling out a condom. I lift and watch as he slips the condom on getting more and more turned on. When the condom is fully on, he pumps himself a few times, making me groan at the sight and he chuckles in return. He flips us over so I’m on my back and he’s over me, looking at me once more, making sure this is what I want. I reach between us grasping his length in my hand and guide him to my entrance. He takes a second, then thrusts into me in one pump.

I gasp out.

He stills once he’s all the way in and just holds for a moment, letting us both adjust. Without pulling out he jerks his hips forward hitting a spot deep inside me, making me moan loudly and arch my back with the pure pleasure that courses through me. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in, hard.

“Yes!”

He continues this, slowly building up speed. We’re both starting to sweat, panting with pleasure. I match his pace, thrusting my hips up as hard as I can as he thrusts his down. Every thrust in he hits that spot, making me see stars. I scream out every time he thrusts into me. I can feel the coil deep starting to build. Slowly at first, then faster and faster.

“Yes! Oh yes…yes...yes...yes!”

It all explodes, and I throw my head back screaming, “YES!” as my orgasm shoots through me. I hear him follow close behind moaning deep in my ear as he comes thrusting deep inside me once more before stilling.

He lays on top of me mumbling, “Fucking hell.”

I wrap my arms around him and run my fingers through his hair as we both come down. Shock waves still run through my legs.

He lifts just his head to look at me and asks, “Good?”

I smile and give him a slow, sexy kiss, showing him just how good I thought that was. I stay with him until late the next day. We spend some time talking but most of our time is filled with seeing just how many surfaces in his house we can have sex on.

Against the wall.

On his kitchen table.

In the shower.

Bent over his couch.

We don’t sleep, we only take breaks to eat then we go right back to attacking each other.

Whatever way we can take each other we do.

All over his house.

It is the best sex of my life and when we finally tire out and he falls asleep next to me on his living room floor, I quietly get up and leave.