Disclaimer: I don't own Plum characters. A nod of respect goes to Janet Evanovich and her imagination for creating these characters. I'm merely messing around.

Challenge: Lorie's Round Robin

My Prompt: One Night Stand

Pairing: Bombshell (Lester and Steph)

Rating: R (Smut- at the end)

Author Disclaimer: I stated Sideshow would be filled with different pairings and writings and this happens to be one of them. The Bombshell pairing was a part of the original task for the Round Robin. The premise is Steph goes off on an adventure and has to check in with Eddie in each chapter. This is the first chapter of the Round Robin which was written to stand on it's own.

..::Lady Luck::..

"Dealer busts! Table wins."

Cheers erupted from the table and I joined in halfheartedly before picking up my winnings and slipping off the bar stool. I'd won a lot of chips from the video poker earlier and then from the slot machine. It was time to call it a night.

I moved past couples holding hands, passed people laughing and joking, having a great time. I could feel the heavy gazes of eyes running the length of my legs as I moved out to the main floor and towards the cashier. Here I was just another woman wearing a short black dress. I was just another woman, with a drink in her hand and a bucketful of chips to cash.

I took a deep breath.

I was just another woman.

I was just another woman in love with a man she couldn't have.

I weaved past a couple kissing in the archway- obviously newly married. Obviously in love. I looked away in a hurry. People were cheering and holding their drinks up in honor of them and I was bitter. I needed another drink. And I needed to cash my chips and get the hell out of Dodge before I did something stupid like go to a club and find someone to drown away my sorrows with.

I put my chips up on the counter, with my ID and casino card, and told the cashier I needed to cash out. While she was cashing my chips, I tapped my fingernails on the granite, thinking to myself about how shit had just progressively gone down hill in just a few sad weeks.

"How you want this back?"

I looked up and she smiled at me and I smiled back. My smile was a little sad and I took another drink of my mojito.

"Twenties, I guess."

She gave me a look. "You won quite a bit of money tonight, honey. You're gonna want at least hundreds."

I raised an eyebrow. Just how much money did I win? "Okay. Hundreds."

"Good luck tonight?" She said, flipping through some chips.

I glanced back up at her, "I guess you could say I finally had a bit of good luck."

She flipped out some hundreds and started counting them off, "Are you sure you don't want to stick around and try your luck some more. You could double your money. That's what Atlantic City is all about."

I gave her a rueful smile. "I think my luck has run dry. Better to go to bed now and not tempt fate."

"Ah yes," the cashier said, "probably the Mister is upstairs waiting on you. I don't blame you a bit."

"No," I said, downing the rest of my mojito. Where was a waitress when you needed one? I wasn't drunk enough to deal with where this conversation was leading. "There is no 'mister' in my life."

She clucked just like my mother would have and I cringed. "A pretty woman like you should be surrounded by offers." She shook her head and gave me a sympathetic look, "Men are pigs."

She finished up counting out the money and started flipping through it again, counting it off to me.

"One hundred, two, three, four, five, six…"

My eyes kept getting bigger and bigger and she just kept going and going.

"One thousand." She pushed the stack to the side and kept flipping the bills, "One hundred, two, three, four, five, six…"

Another stack of thousand.

She flipped out another stack and I just gawked at her.

"How much did I give you?"

She kept going, counting out and I started to sweat a bit. Holy shit! That was more money than I'd ever seen at one time. I took a deep breath. Holy shit! I was thinking that she was going to stop at any minute and she just kept going like the Energizer bunny.

She finally looked up at me and a big smile crossed her face when she recognized the shock on mine.

"You're looking at eighteen thousand, four hundred and fifty dollars." She pushed it towards me. "Just a word of advice, you need to make sure you keep better track of your money. Especially since you look like you just saw a ghost."

I looked at my purse and looked at the stack of money. Holy crap! There was no way that money was going to fit in my clutch.

"Uh," I said, "Is there some way I can vault this money until the morning? I don't think I should be handling all this tonight."

She smiled. "I was just going to offer that option, ma'am."

She called security and I watch uncomfortably. They took all my information, copied my ID and casino card, gave me a key card, compt me a suite and a free room service and pass to their exclusive night club, Silhouette. I took just few hundred for in case, flipped the cashier another hundred. I followed the security officer and watched as they put my money up, safely keeping it for another night and I mindless waiting for a concierge to escort me up to my room and take me to my suite.

The concierge grinned at me as we came into the suite, rattling off all the great amenities about the room and the spectacular view from the balcony and that if there was anything I needed just to let him know. I flashed him a smile and slipped him a hundred on his way out, telling him I just wanted privacy and lots of mojitos. He assured me that the club I'd been invited to had the best mojitos and if I chose to go there tonight, I'd have a great time.

I took a look around the suite, opened up the French doors to the balcony and stepped out, looking over the Jersey shore and at all the lights and hectic sounds of people getting drunk and spending outrageous amounts of money. It was beautiful out, just at sunset. The pinks and purples mixing with the dark horizon and reflecting back onto the water like a famed watercolor print.

And here I was, standing alone, feeling sorry for myself.

Enough of that, I thought. I'm on my own. No one knows me. I just won a ton of money and I'm going to have the time of my life tonight. I'm going to that damned club. I'm going to dance on the first hot guy I come into contact with and damn the consequences for later.

I went back inside and ordered my room service, even ordering dessert because I deserved it and flipped the TV on, to mindlessly flip through the channels. I'd finally settled on "Pretty in Pink" when Room Service buzzed.

The same kid that had been up earlier was back again, "Here you go, Ms. Plum. I put in a special order for you to have a fresh blender full of mojitos and I put it on ice so you could have it when you were ready." He was bustling about, taking the lids off the food and smiled when he'd got to dessert, "I knew you had good taste."

"Thanks." I said shyly, and went over to my purse to get him tip money but he waved it off.

"No," He said, with a smile, "Keep it. You're actually fun to be around. Not ordering me around and telling me this and that. You're a nice girl."

I laughed when he said girl. I hadn't been a girl in a good ten years. It felt good just to be around someone who had no clue that I was the Bombshell Bounty Hunter. That I blew up everything I came in contact with. That I'd been fucking my life up for so long that nothing made sense to me anymore…

"Hey," he said, waving a hand over my face, "no sad looks. You look like you need a drink and some fun. Enjoy yourself. That's what Atlantic City is all about." He headed for the door and I followed him. He turned when he'd made it out and smiled at me, "Sweat the small stuff tomorrow, but for tonight, no worries, doll."

I thanked him and shut the door behind him, turning back to my food and rejoicing in the great aromas of pasta and decadent Alfredo sauce and greasy sausage, so wonderful it caused me to gain weight just looking. Starved, I dug into the food, and watched Molly Ringwald sew her famous pink dress for the prom.

I finished the pasta and moaned in satisfaction, pleased that it had tasted as good as it had smelled and rubbed my hands together in glee over the Tiramisu. I moaned with the first bit, savoring the way it melted on my tongue and made quick work of it, unable to help myself. Then I poured myself a mojito and set off for the shower. The shower was heaven on Earth, being roughly the size of my whole bathroom in my apartment and the shower massager was just what the doctor had ordered. No denying myself tonight. I needed this.

I shaved and primped and exfoliated and lotioned and plucked… I was shining like a Goddess when I reemerged from the bathroom over two hours later. I was feeling cleansed, feeling much better than I'd felt in a couple of months. I went straight to the closet where I'd hung up my few things and pulled out the only other black dress I'd packed. It was low cut, low backed and so short that there was a good possibility that I could give a few men heart attacks tonight, but I didn't care. I'd never had the guts to wear it before, and by God, I was going to wear it tonight.

What did I have to lose?

I shimmied into a pair of black FMP's and went out the door, taking the elevator down, and made my way through the casino to the club. The line for Silhouette was already long, stretching back past the double doors leading to outside. I walked up to the VIP section like I'd been told to do and the bouncer barked for my name.

"Stephanie." I said, glancing on the list, afraid my name wouldn't be there, "Stephanie Plum."

He flipped through a few pages and smiled back down at me, "Go on in, Ms. Plum."

I walked past him and into the club, the music deafening upon entering. It was already filled to capacity, wildly dressed woman in barely anything danced on the floor and silhouette dancers posed behind rice screens along the far wall. Men, walking around in their CK boxer briefs and looking sinful enough to eat, perused the crowds of women, dancing on some, gathering drink orders and making them squeal for more. I eyed everything going on and stepped down the stairs leading over to the biggest bar. More gorgeous men in nearly nothing met my eyes and my mouth formed a little "O" as one smiled at me.

"Whatcha need, ma'am?" His accent was heavy and definitely southern.

I leaned over the bar and he leaned into me, "How about a little of you and a mojito?"

He leaned back and laughed. He probably got that all the time. I turned my back to the bar and scanned the area, looking for a free spot to sit and not finding any.

He came back and I handed him my key card to be charged and slipped him a twenty. "Thanks, sugar." He said with a smile and slipped it into the waistband of his boxers, giving me a show and I fought off the urge to fan myself. I took a long drink of my mojito to cool down and sucked in a deep breath when the alcohol burned its way down my throat.

"Whew!"

I walked around the edge of the dance floor, being careful not to spill my drink. I bumped into someone and looked up to apologize but found myself gazing into a familiar face- hard planes with laugh lines, grass green eyes, dark hair and perfect white teeth. Lester.

"Lester!" I exclaimed and he hugged me to him, "What are you doing here! It's the middle of the work week!"

He ran a hand through his hair, "Was here for a job with Ram and Zero and decided to stay an extra night and push my luck." Lester grabbed my hands and pushed me back away from him, twirling me in a circle and whistling low in deep appreciation, "Whoa, beautiful! I'm damn glad I stayed behind. You look like a million bucks."

I grinned and drank a little more of my mojito. "Me too, Lester." And then I realized what I'd said made no sense and choked a little on my drink. "I meant that I was glad to see you."

He flashed me that heart thumping, mind melting grin and I knew I was in some trouble. I shouldn't encourage Lester. He was model gorgeous with fabulously sculpted muscles and was wonderfully funny, but he was a player.

He pulled me back into him and leaned in, "The question of the night is, what are you doing here, Stephanie? Why aren't you in Trenton?"

I shrugged my shoulder and tossed him a flirty look, hoping he'd forget all about it. I didn't want to answer that truthfully because then the night would be a total waste. I just wanted to be me and I wanted him to be just who I needed to put me back in a good mood.

"Let's just forget about Trenton. You're just who I needed to see tonight!" I said, finishing off my drink. Whew… brain freeze. I swayed into him and bumped my hip into him, "I'm looking for a good time. Know where I can find one?"

The grin I got was patented Lester.

"You've found your man, beautiful." He pulled me back into him and leaned down so that his lips were a mere scant millimeters from my earlobe, "I don't know what's going on and I'm not going to ask questions. You take it as far as you want to go and I won't tell a soul." His lips just barely brushed against the outer shell of my ear and I pulsed in place that hadn't seen the light of day in month. He pulled away and looked into my eyes and winked. He still had a hold of my hand and started to pull me out to the dance floor.

I stopped him and bit my lower lip in thought. His offer was tempting, and I found myself not even thinking about it before I agreed. Just a small nod of my head and I could feel my heart beating with anticipation of what was to come.

Lester squeezed my hand reassuringly and a small smile played at his lips, "C'mon, Stephanie. I wanna feel you against me."

I gave him shy look and followed behind him, dropping my empty drink glass on a table at the edge of the dance floor. He pulled me into his arms and slid a hand around my hip, along the daring low back of my dress. His fingers danced along my bare skin, caressing in small circles, smoothing my skittishness. I took a deep breath, my breasts brushing against his rock hard abs and I felt all the air rush from his lungs. I slid my hands up his arms and across his chest until they were laying palm down just under his shoulders. I could feel his heart beating, double time, and felt better about my own nervousness.

We danced for a few songs. Then strolled up to the bar and had a few drinks and then went back out to the dance floor for a few more songs. Every time a guy would approach Lester to ask him they could cut him, he'd give them the standardized Rangeman look and the guys would quickly back away, apologizing. We were role playing; trying to make each other someone were weren't and having a great time with it. We laughed like a couple who'd been together for years. We smiled at each other like we were in love and we blended in with the rest of the crowd. It was when the night was coming to an end and the club was shutting down that I realized how the night had flown by and how comfortable and relaxed I'd been with Lester all night.

The last call for alcohol was made and Lester grabbed my hand. "Let's get out of here, Steph. Let's go for a walk."

I struggled to keep pace with him, his legs so much longer than my own and my FMP's not really working to my benefit. We made our way out the door, and I gaped at all the people still waiting in line.

"Amazing," I breathed and Lester half turned giving me a dazzling smile.

"I know."

I laughed and then ogled his ass as he continued to walk in front of me. I felt so carefree. It was drizzling and Lester kept walking until we neared the boardwalk. We stopped long enough for me to take my FMP's off and strolled hand and hand, looking out over the water, not speaking, just enjoying the silence and the buzz of a good night. It was when we got to the look out that we stopped. Lester leaned against the railing, and I leaned against the building, enjoying the scenery in front of me, heels dangling from my fingers, humming a catchy tune from the club. The lighthouse beacon would give us a glance out into the vast darkness of the ocean and then it would go away leaving us in the solitary of the night with only the pier lights to keep us company. I watched Lester stare out into the ocean like he was looking for redemption and I turned my gaze heavenward enjoying the feel of the rain on my face and crawling down my neck.

Lester glanced over his shoulder at me and held out his hand and I took it, dropping my shoes on the boards. He pulled me into him and moved us to the tune I'd been humming, slow and erotic. He glanced down at me and his eyes were as dark as midnight and I licked my lips. I was caught up in the moment, our hips moving together in the slowness of the imaginary beat, the way he felt underneath my hands, the way he held me, everything was contributing, but I felt something that was bubbling underneath the surface, something that was telling me it wasn't just all alcohol talking between us. There was something else there. A hint of attraction. Lust.

He held my gaze as we continued to dance, his eyes softer than Ranger's, less intense, but just as bewitching. I let my eyes drop from his to his lips and bit my lower lip. I wanted him to kiss me. I needed someone to remind me that I was still attractive. That someone still wanted me. And it was as if he read my mind, his head dropped, coming closer to my lips and I watched in an anticipation and fear, afraid to kiss him, for his lips to touch my own but wanting it all the same. I closed my eyes and wet my lips, the tip of my tongue darting out flicking against my lips in a last ditch effort but he hovered above my lips, his hand tipping my chin up.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart." He commanded softly and mine fluttered open slowly, blinking once and then twice. All I could think about is how his lips would feel on my own, drowning out all other sounds, all other thoughts. To me, in this moment, it was just me and Lester.

"God, Steph," Lester groaned, "You have no idea." And he tipped me up just a fraction of an inch and took my lips under his own. His lips soft against my own, nipping at my lower lip and soothing it with the tip of his tongue. His hand slid into my hairline and I shivered, pressing myself more firmly against him. He reacted by sliding his free hand down my back, flirting past seam coming to an end at my lower back, over my hipbone and sliding over my gently rounded ass. My hips cradled against him, my breasts brushing up against him, nipples hardening at the barest of contact. My intake of breath was my undoing, his tongue swept in, exploring every little inch my mouth had to offer, seeking, plundering, stroking until I was breathless. The kiss quickly escalated from there. My back found the hard wall of the building and between the wall and Lester, there wasn't a soft place touching me. Every inch of Lester was hard, pressing into me. His leg was between my own, his hand working upward, cupping a breast in his palm and flicking his thumbnail over the hardened nipple. My hands had worked there way past his tucked in shirt and I smoothed my palms over his eight pack and up over the hard planes of his chest. His mouth ravaged my own, giving me something that I'd been craving and denying myself for months and months. Passion. Living, breathing, all consuming passion. Passion for someone to touch me who truly wanted me for me. Passion for something we both wanted and couldn't have. Passion for just the moment. And it was as though the thought hit us both at the same time, Lester pulled away from me, his breath raged and his hair tousled. His lips were wet from our kiss. His eyes were dark with lust. His shirt was untucked and his belt was hanging open. And he smiled at me, just the corners of his lips tipping upward and it wasn't as light-hearted as it normally was. This was a mournful smile. This was a smile from a man who wanted and couldn't have. And once again, it was an issue of something neither of us could have or really wanted in the long run. Just another day and another person.

"I let it get out of hand." Lester murmured, his lips brushing along my jaw line. His hips danced in a delicious rhythm against my own and I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud for him not to stop. Ever. "I want you, Steph. And I think you'd want it to, but there would always be someone between us and I can't have you like that." I opened my mouth to protest and Lester kissed the protest right out of me, his tongue pushing into my mouth and making me wet in places only the shower massager had been privilege to lately, "I know you want it now but when the morning comes, you'd regret it. And I would regret it too."

The last sentence hung in the air and he was right. In the morning there would be a whole lot of regrets and a lot of wishing I hadn't done this. But I wanted to. I let my eyes rake over him. Oh God… did I ever!

He took my hand and picked up my heels, "C'mon, let me take you back to your room. It's past your bedtime, Cinderella."

It took the entire walk home for my heart rate to slow and my pulse to stop fluttering. And when we walked up to my room, Lester pressed me against the door and kissed me again in that wonderful bone melting way that he could do and opened the door, pushing me in.

"Go to bed and lock this door." He looked me over and took two steps forward but stopped. He pinned me with a look. "Don't open it again tonight."

I stood there, unable to speak, unable to move until Lester pulled me to him and kissed me again. He leaned his forehead against mine. "I'm a man, not a saint, beautiful. God couldn't turn you down with the way that you look right now."

I debated telling him to stay but before I could he was gone. The door was closing as the words left my lips. I stood, staring at the closed door. My body was on fire, trembling, knees weak. My mind was racing.

I wanted Lester.

It was a good thing he left, I told myself. I sighed, trying to relax and moved to the bedroom, trying to get Lester out of my mind. Trying to think of anything else but nothing came. Instead, I grabbed my cell phone and went out onto the balcony.

The phone rang three times and a very groggy Eddie answered, "What?"

"Eddie?" I whispered, "It's me."

"Steph?" There was a pause and I could hear him shifting in his bed, "Steph? Are you okay? Tell me what's wrong."

I heard Shirley in the background whispering and Eddie told her it was me and then I heard a kid in the background crying and Shirley whining.

"I'm okay. Tell me I'm doing this for me. That's I'm not screwing up my life."

"You called me at four AM to ask me that? Christ, Steph! I thought you were dying."

"No!" I glanced at the clock, "Damnit. I'm sorry. I'm just drunk and I won a lot of money and then I had this wonderful night…"

"Yeah. That's great, Steph but can you call me back in the morning. I love you and all, but it's too fucking early for this. You need to sleep it off."

I put a hand to my temple and sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm fine. I'll call you in a few days, okay?"

"Go to sleep, Steph." Eddie mumbled. "Good night."

"Good night, Eddie." But he had already hung up the phone.

I stood out on the balcony for what seemed like forever and moved into the bedroom. My head was no clearer than it had been when I'd stepped out there. I peeled my dress off and let it fall to the floor and moved to the closet and pulled out a black silk robe, slipping it on and tying it loosely. I poured myself half a glass of melted mojito and sipped on it and moved out into the living area. I flipped on the TV and halfheartedly looked for something worth watching, when I heard a soft knock at the door.

My heart stopped. I waited, wondering if I was hearing things I wanted to hear.

There was another knock. Softer, almost insistent than the first.

I waited. My heart pounded, humming so hard it was all I could hear. My pulse fluttered and I got butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't stand it. I had to know. I had to know if it was him. I moved to the door, equal parts dread and anticipation.

"Stephanie…"

I stood there, unable to say a word. My mouth went dry. His shirt was open at his chest and untucked, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair was mused from running his hand one too many times through it and his eyes were the darkest I'd ever seen them. If he didn't knock the breath right out of you at first glance, I didn't know what would. He was beautiful and staring right at me.

"I told you not to answer the door."

"I know," I murmured. He was in the threshold, neither of us moving. His eyes raked over me, taking in my lack of clothing, my tousled hair, the drink in my hand.

"Tell me to go."

I opened my mouth to do just that and couldn't find the words. Instead, I opened the door wider. I licked my lips and Lester groaned. I found the words to speak, but they weren't the ones I'd expected.

"Don't leave." I held my hand out to him and he hesitated. "Stay with me."

You could've heard a pin drop in the room as Lester seemed to weigh my words carefully.

"Don't do this, Stephanie. You don't realize what you're doing."

I smiled, slightly unsure of myself and what might happen. But I knew I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.

"I know what I want, Lester." I raised my eyes to his and sat my glass on an end table. The robe started to fall off my shoulder and I let it, as I took another step forward, closer to his reach. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have opened the door to you. I would've let you go and spent the night alone…"

He stepped forward. His eyes focused on my own and I lost all train of thought. Lester caught the collar of my robe and pulled me into him. His lips were hard and punishing against my own as he pushed me into the wall beside the door.

Lester worked his way from my mouth, down my neck taking his time to taste every inch of me, to savor the feel of me against him. I shoved my hands into the opening of his shirt, desperate to get my lips on him. I started ripping at the button of his shirt and made quick work of it, shoving it off him in one neat yank and I started in on his pants, flipping open the button to his slacks. My fingertips brushed along his zipper in a slow tease and I heard him suck in a breath and press into my hand. He was rock hard, and as soon as the zipper came open I cupped him and pressed against him. I sucked in a breath and gasped. He was huge.

I bit my lower lip but didn't give myself a chance to second guess. I slid my hands around his waist band, intending to shove his pants down and suck him into my mouth but Lester caught my hands in his own. He pulled my hands away from him, pinning them above my head with one of his.

"Don't rush this, Stephanie," Lester breathed along the column of my neck. "I have all night to taste you." His tongue touched the sensitive hollow underneath my ear causing my hips to buck into his. "I have all night to touch you."

His hand trailed from my neck, down my breastbone to circle each nipple with a fingernail until both were so achingly hard that I was panting. He moved his leg between my own, spreading my legs enough to the point that I was stretched against him, unable to move away while his hand continued to work it's way down to my abdomen, circling my belly button and tracing a line from there to between us.

When his fingers dipped between my folds and touched me ever-so-lightly, I whimpered his name. "And I have all night to fuck you, Stephanie. I'm going to take my time. I'm going to put my mouth on every inch of you. I'm going to know your body better than you do yourself and when I'm moving deep in you Stephanie, you'll be screaming my name." His finger slipped inside of me and he sank his teeth into my shoulder. My legs gave out and I sank down onto his finger, riding him. His tongue darted out and flicked over the spot he'd bitten. He pen mouth kissed his way along my collarbone, up my neck to my chin and finally finding my mouth. I pulled at my hands, wanting to thread my finger through his short hair and pull him closer to me; but he reinforced him fingers by tightening the around my wrists just enough so I would get the point.

He was in charge- fully and completely. He was dominating me, taking all the responsibility on his shoulders, assuring me that in the morning there would be no regrets. There was no turning back.

His tongue thrust into my mouth, stroking my own with sure strokes to match the intensity of his wicked finger working its magic. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, wanting it to be there and praying that it wasn't. I could feel my muscles tightening and feel myself get to that ledge of no return when he tore his mouth from my own. "Open your eyes, Stephanie."

His lips were on my lips, moving erotically with each word and I had to focus all my energy to flicker my eyes open to slits, just barely looking at him through lowered lashes. "I want to watch you when you come. Open your eyes, sweetheart," he murmured.

He dropped a hard kiss upon my lips and slowed his finger until my eyes opened again. "I can feel it. You're almost there, Stephanie."

I moaned in reply and he sucked on my lower lip. "You are so wet." He slipped another finger in me and pushed deep, "and so tight. I can't wait to have you wrapped around me. Moving above me, underneath me, against the wall, in the shower…" I cried out his name and pressed my lips against his, pressing every inch of myself on him. "I can feel you Stephanie. Come for me, baby. Come for me now."

I couldn't take anymore. I wanted him inside of me, but I wanted this orgasm more than I'd wanted one in a long time. I came around his fingers, sobbing his name, riding out the orgasm while he tugged on my nipples with his teeth. When I'd rode out the last wave of pleasure, Lester lifted his head from my breast and slipped his fingers from me. He kissed me long and tenderly, his tongue soothing any aches I might've started to feel with the demands he'd just made on my body.

He let go of my hands and they fell lifeless to my sides as he slid his hands into my hair, tilting my head back to get the right angle for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue coaxing me back into a readied state, my body already starting to respond again to his. I slid my hands up his arms and around his neck, pulling him down closer to me, wrapping one of my legs around his, sliding it up until he lost his balance and fell into me against the wall. He pulled me away from the wall and cupped my ass in his hands lifting me up against him until I could wrap my legs around his waist. He never broke the kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, sliding against my own, nipping at my bottom lip. He moved us into the bedroom, stopping to lean us against the wall and press into me, kissing me harder, his mouth punishing against my own, our tongue seeking, stroking, entwining. Hands were gripping, feeling, touching every inch we could reach. I tore my mouth away from his, "Now. I want you to fuck me now, Lester."

He pulled us away from the bedroom wall and moved us to the bed, laying me down in the middle. He ran a hand up my leg, fingers darting along the inside of my leg, brushing against the soft sensitive skin like a master painter on a canvas. He hooked a hand underneath my knee and pushed it forward, moving between my thighs, bracing himself on either side of me and I reached forward to pull his hips into mine but he moved away just far enough that I could barely touch him. He tilted my chin up so that our eyes met and ran his hand through my hair, past my lips, down the column of neck, between my breast and cupping each of them. He leaned down as though he was going to kiss my lips and my eyes closed, waiting for it but he brushed past them, moving to each breast and lavishing attention on each nipple until the peaks were achingly hard. His hand continued southward, running over my belly, stroking me and moving over my hip so that he could lift me up to meet his own. He lifted his head, pausing for a moment to look into my eyes as he readied himself to enter me, and I felt my heart skip a beat. The look in his eyes took my breath away.

"Look at me, Stephanie," he groaned when I pushed my hips against his own and did the slow grind against his dick, the head just barely rubbing against my clit, gliding anxiously to press against my opening. "God, beautiful, you feel so good underneath me and I've not even fucked you yet."

"What are you waiting for?" I moaned.

He groaned as he pushed his hips forward into me. He moved all in in one long hard stroke. He paused, waiting for me to adjust and I cried out feeling completely filled to the hilt and stretched almost uncomfortably. Lester came forward, leaning more into me, his lips hot on my forehead, along my cheekbone, over my nose and then soft on my lips. He moved his hips a little bit, in more of a circle motion and I sucked his lower lips into my mouth, biting down on it as my back arched against my better judgment.

"You want me to stop?" Lester murmured. He kissed me slow, his tongue helping to soothe away some of the awkwardness, "You are so wet, Stephanie. And so tight. I'm almost afraid to move." He flexed his hips and a moan escaped my lips. He moved again, shuddering and my hips followed him. So he moved slowly, just barely moving in and out while I adjusted to take more of him. He slid his hand underneath my hips and lifted me so that the angle was just perfect and slid almost all the way out, so that the tip was just poised on the inside and slid deep again, taking my breath with him in a whoosh. He was being careful, only moving his hips in a controlled rocking motion when finally slid my hands to his thighs and sank my fingernails into him, arching upward. He took that as a cue and rocked hard into me, his lips crashing down over my own in a bruising kiss as his hips continued to move against me. I could feel my orgasm slowly building, like a stroking a fire, consuming my whole body. His mouth moved from my own and he sank his teeth into my shoulder as his hand gripped onto my hip roughly. I cried out, pulling his hips back and forth as fast as I could manage and felt my toes curl into the mattress as I started to orgasm. I pulsed against him, pulling him deep within me as his hand lifted me up one last time against him and I could feel him orgasm. He groaned my name, with me still crying out, both of us pouring all our energy into that one orgasm.

And it was fucking incredible.

Lester lifted his head and rested his forehead against my own, looking into my eyes, waiting for our breathing to slow and he kissed me long and slow.

"That was incredible." I whispered and kissed him again.

"And there's a whole lot more where that came from, Stephanie. You ain't seen nothing yet."

I grinned. Oh boy.

..::The Morning After::..

I woke up slowly. The light from the balcony was streaming in through the blinds. I smiled a little to myself thinking back on the night and could find no regrets in my heart. He hadn't been kidding when he said it was going to be an all night affair. I was afraid that I'd never been able to move away from the bed ever again.

I rolled over to kiss him. Tell him how much that meant to me and how wonderful it truly was.

But he was already gone.

..::End::..

Original Posting Date: May 24, 2007

Secondary Posting Date: October 31, 2011

A/N: Thirty days and night of literary abandon (NaNoWriMo) starts tonight at midnight. I'll see you guys in December!