Chapter 1
Brooke Holloway was one of Campbell's Real Estate's top agents in California. She started at the bottom and worked her way up the ladder to become next in line to become a partner in the company.
At age twenty-five, she came a long way from living in a tiny bachelor apartment to a high-rise apartment. She was intelligent and ambitious but hid a secret from her co-workers and friends. Brooke loved sex; it was like a drug, and she had to have it.
The only problem was she couldn't find a man who could satisfy her. It didn't help that she was picky when it came to a sex partner. He had to be attractive, single and one who wouldn't expect anything more from her than sex.
One night, she attended a party her friend dragged her to. She didn't know anyone there and was soon separated from her friend. She was leaning up against the wall, holding a glass of champagne. Several men approached her, but not liking their looks, she brushed them off.
Her eyes scanned the room when she noticed a tall, dark stranger staring back at her. She was instantly drawn to him. He was gorgeous with his broad shoulders and square jaw.
She was bored and thought it would be fun to tease him. Pressing the cool rim of her glass to her eager lips, she kept her eyes locked on his. She flicked her tongue across the rim.
Liam couldn't take his eyes off the sexy brunette. When he saw what she was doing, he knew right then that he had to do it. So, walking through the crowd, he made his way to her.
"What's a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?"
"I prefer it this way."
"What say you and I find a quiet place to be alone."
She looked at him, licking her bottom lip in a seductive gesture.
"Why the hell would I want to be alone with you?"
"So that I can fuck you." He walked behind her, leaned in and whispered. "Meet me upstairs in the bathroom in five minutes."
"You're a pig," she replied.
"I may be, but I have a feeling you like it. I'll see you upstairs in five minutes. Make sure to have your panties off by the time I get there."
His voice's vibration in her ear made her feel weak in the knees. She felt her panties getting wet, and after waiting five minutes, she slowly made her way out of the room and up the stairs. Finding the bathroom, she went inside and removed her panties.
A moment later, the door opened, and he walked in, locking it behind him. He grinned when he saw her sitting on the counter, her panties hanging from her finger. He could do so much to her if only he had more than a few minutes with her.
"Damn, you are so hot and my cock is aching to be inside you."
He grabbed the back of her head, drew her close and kissed her. It was rough and demanding as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. He could taste the champagne on her breath. His hand went between her legs, and he pushed two fingers inside her. His cock was hard and throbbing when feeling how wet she was.
Breaking the kiss, he unzipped his pants, letting them and his briefs fall to his feet and then took a condom packet from his coat pocket.
"Want to do the honour?" he asked.
Her eyes went to his cock, and she felt the heat building in her core. Taking the condom, she ripped it open using her teeth and rolled it up his stiff shaft. Her core was on fire after seeing how well-indulged he was.
Then his hands went on her legs and pulled her towards him.
So, without any foreplay, he slammed into her. With his hands on her thighs, he kept pounding away. He heard her breathing heavily and knew she was loving it.
"Pound me harder," she said in barely a whisper.
She never had a man fill her the way this stranger did.
So he did, and moments later, she came, his condom soaked with her juices. He slid out of her, removed the used condom, placed it in some paper and tossed it into the garbage can. Pulling up his pants, he checked to ensure no drops on them.
She was still leaning back on her hands, watching him. Her ass was still close to the edge of the counter, her dress up past her waist.
He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, doll. I needed that, and you were great. Have a good evening." Without looking back, he left her there.
When he was gone, she got off the counter and cleaned herself up. When she went to put her panties on, they were missing.
"The jerk took my panties," she swore to herself.
She splashed some water on her face and thought about what had happened. Even though it only lasted a few minutes, it felt amazing. His size filled her to the brim—it was so huge and hard. It was the first time she had done it with a stranger, one whom she had just met and whose name she didn't know. But that was okay with her.
Making sure she looked presentable, she went back down to the party. She intended to find him and demand that he give back her panties. She looked around, but there was no sign of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
"Brooke, there you are. I've been looking for you. Where did you disappear to?"
She turned to face her friend, Gloria.
"Around, but the question is, where have you been? I have been alone for the longest time and want to go home."
"But it's still early."
"I'm bored and don't know anyone here. You can stay; I'll take a cab home."
"Are you sure?"
"I am; enjoy your evening, and I'll see you at work on Monday."
"Wait one minute, why is your face flush? Oh my, you had sex. Who was he, and where did you do it?"
"Gloria, keep your voice down, or someone will hear you."
"Then tell me everything."
"Alright, but you can't tell anyone. I don't know who he was. We didn't exchange names, and I'll never see him again."
"Point him out to me."
"I can't, I don't see him now."
"So, where did you do the dirty?"
"In the upstairs bathroom. Now, if you're done being nosy, I'll leave."
A smile appeared on Gloria's face. "You slut," she said in a joking tone. She knew her friend enjoyed sex, and who could blame her? She was single, and men were drawn to her, so why shouldn't she have some fun?
Brooke waved down a passing taxi and gave him her address. She ignored the look the driver was giving her. He was young and good-looking, but she felt no sparks towards him.
She removed her clothes and stepped into the shower when she returned to her apartment. She thought about the stranger and how her body responded to his touch.
His fingers had dug into her flesh when he held onto her legs as he pounded inside her. It was a good thing that the other guests were downstairs and couldn't hear the moans and the sound of his body slamming into her.
Doing it there was risky, but that was part of the excitement. The thrill that at any moment they could be caught. Just thinking of him got her aroused, so after the shower, she dried off and went to the bedside table.
Taking out one of her toys, she got into bed and pleasured herself. She was picturing his face until she came to an orgasm. This was the second one tonight. But it was much better with a real man.
She found it hard to fall asleep. The stranger's face kept popping up in her mind. The way he had kissed her left her lips feeling sore and swollen. His shaft was so stiff and still had her insides aching from the pounding he gave her.
He seemed like the perfect fuck buddy. Good looks and a great kisser. He was ruthless when he entered her, and she had an orgasm as he continued pounding his meat inside her until he, too, exploded with his orgasm.
But she would never see him again and willed herself to stop thinking about him. It was a while before she finally went to sleep.
Liam: On the drive back to his place, he thought of the women he had sex with. At first look, he just knew she was a woman who loved sex and, seeing he was alone and horny as hell, decided to approach her.
She had long, brown hair and wore a slinky black dress that hugged her luscious curves. Something told him that she could match him sexually, one who could keep up with him. She was oozing with sexuality.
Most women would have slapped his face for what he had so bluntly suggested, but not this one. She was turned on by his suggestion.
Seeing her sitting with her black panties hanging from her finger was a turn-on. She was so willing to fuck him even without knowing his name. This was a pleasant surprise; most women had to be wined and dined before he could enter their pants.
He was a man who loved sex and would fuck any woman who was willing. He got plenty of ass, and that was mainly because of how wealthy he was, and it didn't hurt that women found him attractive.
But the only problem was that none of those other women could satisfy him, and he quickly became bored. He was looking for someone who enjoyed a bit of rough sex and one who liked dirty talk during sex.
He was not a man who didn't believe in love or wanted a relationship. He was a businessman who didn't have time for dating and only wanted someone to fuck with no strings attached when he was in the mood.
The problem was that the ones he met were seeking a rich husband. Now, he wished he had gotten her name so that he could have sex with her again. Something told him she would be more than willing to fuck him.
Just thinking about the way she opened her legs for him got his cock hard. Now, he would have to take a shower and relieve himself. But he would picture her while he did.
As the water flowed over his body, he remembered how it felt being inside her. She was so wet and tight, and he liked it when she tightened her vagina muscles to squeeze his penis. No woman had ever done that to him before.
If only he had more time to see her naked body, to feel her breasts and to suck on them. But that would have taken time, and they were not in the right place. He knew he'd never see her again, so he had to forget her and move on to the next woman. He hoped she would be just as good as the woman in the bathroom.
But how many would have sex in places where they could get caught? They only wanted to do it in a fancy hotel and on a bed.
After his shower, he poured himself a shot of whisky. Walking out onto his balcony, he stared out over the city and its bright lights. He had a fantastic view from his penthouse apartment.
