…against the brick wall in a dark alley on the way to his car. The walk to his truck and the way they were lightly touching one another and stealing quick glances at the other revealed one thing, the two of them couldn't wait. She wanted no strings attached, no names provided, no numbers swapped, and no identifying information given, stranger sex. She didn't want a relationship; she just wanted this handsome man to make her feel good. It wasn't asking for too much. She was in need of a one night stand, of a night where she can forget about her career responsibilities and familial obligations. And when they both made the mutual decision to slip into the alley to ravish one another, they found themselves excited for the night to come. It was only the beginning. The warmth of his body led her back as his hands circled her slim waist. When her back hit the wall, she didn't notice, she was too intoxicated by a unique scent that only he carried. How she looked at him, the way her hazel eyes turned black with lust and the smile on her lips stretched far enough to flash those dimples he adores, they both knew, they weren't going to regret this. At least, they hoped when the alcohol left their bodies, her emotions balanced out and his libido was satisfied, that they wouldn't come to regret it.
The way he tore open her blouse caused buttons to scatter to the ground. It was no repairing that shirt; it was too far gone and damaged. He looked like a man starved. And he kind of was, considering he couldn't even remember the last time he had this type of release. It felt forbidden which only made him want her even more. For once, he saw the good in Abby's idea to take a break. The way his mouth latched onto her clavicle with every intention of leaving a mark, his mark. When he hitched her leg up, that heel of hers fell off and it only made his craving for her increase when he saw her foot, her muscular calf that all led to her core that was craving him, it reminded him that it's been too long since he's done foreplay. He slowly lowered himself to his knees, stooping down low enough to be eye level with her core. He leaned forward and kissed it earning a reactionary moan. It was music to his ears. Another moan slipped through her lips when he placed a kiss against the inside of her thigh, "Fuck," she exhaled the second his hand moved the thin lace of her panties to the side, "You don't have-"
"I know," he interrupted; the warmth of his breath ghosted against her core had managed to turn her on more, "but you have no idea how much I want you, how much I want to taste you," and he didn't wait for her to respond because he tossed her leg over his shoulder and claimed her with a renewed fervor. He ate her like a man starved. The brick wall may have been uncomfortable against her back, may have scratched against the fabric of her already mangled white shirt, but the way his tongue and fingers filled her, moved against her, and stretched her to her capacity made the discomfort nothing but an afterthought.
…on the leather in the backseat of his truck. Once he had her, he had to have her again. It's like he was addicted. And the two of them couldn't even wait to get to his apartment. He needed this release. She did too. So the second he took her hand and led her to his truck, she opened the backseat and pushed him in, hinting for him to climb back to allow her to climb over top of him. She didn't even bother to close the door behind her, knowing that the two of them were going to work up a quick sweat; they cherished the outside breeze that nipped against their hot flesh.
The way she cupped him through his pants made him close his eyes and catch his breath. She couldn't wait because now it was her turn. She cupped him again, massaging her hand against his covered length, smirking deviously, as if she's a girl who knows she's doing wrong. She bit her lip, chewing onto it as she unbuckled his pants, following that move up with the undoing of his zipper. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace; his heartrate was thumping so hard he thought he would go into cardiac arrest before the night is over. She pulled his pants down to his knees, choosing to leave them on him so she didn't have to remove his shoes.
"Uh," she could sense that he was about to intervene, to tell her that he didn't go down on her because he expected her to do the same. He wanted to do it. He actually wouldn't mind doing it again.
"It's my turn," she released her bottom lip before running her tongue over the top one; "you've had yours. Just lay back and enjoy." And before he could voice his approval, his acceptance of her command, she was wrapping her mouth around him, taking him in with such passion and determination that he knew that once this night was over, this mysterious woman was going to be impossible to forget. The leather of his backseats cushioned his back as she ravished him from above. This was his car; it was his first big purchase as an adult and he's never done something like this in the back of it. She was his first, and like the saying goes, you never forget your first, especially when she's this fucking amazing. She was taking him as far into her mouth as possible, pushing him so deep that it almost initiated her gag reflex.
Now that did something to him. That gave him a feeling he can honestly and affirmatively say he's never had or felt before. This woman is determined to be the death of him. And without even knowing, she was determined to make him forget all about his girlfriend and the break they're taking in their relationship.
…in the elevator while going up to the fifth floor of his apartment building. Neither of them had any intention of escalating things in the elevator. It was supposed to be a quiet ride filled with sexual tension on their way up to his floor. But, the moment they were safe from prying eyes, she couldn't contain herself. She initiated it by crashing her lips against his as he crashed her against the mirrored wall in the elevator. When she moaned into the kiss, lifted her leg and curled it around his waist, he knew in that moment that this would soon turn into round three. And round three was going to involve penetration. And he was all for it, -so was she. It didn't take long for his straining erection to press into her front as their kiss turned ravenous and hungry, their teeth clacking together and biting along lips and tongues until their mouths were red and swollen. Time was of the essence as they neared his floor and he didn't need further push or provocation to turn her around, and flush her chest against the fogging mirror.
To know that at any moment, anyone could walk in, anyone could catch them in the act of shoving her skirt up and pounding into her against the mirrored wall of the elevator made the thrill and suspense of it all the more appealing. Her warm breath continued to fog the glass.
"Look at you;" he said through gritted teeth, "I want you to see what I see. Keep looking at what I'm doing to you, your flushed cheeks, your dark eyes, your swollen lips, fuck you're gorgeous!"
Her chest was against the mirror and he was thrusting into her from behind and the entire time, he covered her mouth with his hand to smother her moans and he watched her face in the mirror, taking in her facial expression every time he pounded into her from the back. He stretched her, the girth of his length providing a pleasurable burn as he stretched her with each thrust.
"God you feel so fucking good," she pants, "you feel amazing!" And he met her eyes in the mirror, the two of them peering into each other's souls as they brought each other to completion just as the elevator reached the floor of his apartment. He pulls out just as the doors start to open.
…on the balcony of his apartment where the Chicago skyline surrounds them. Before tonight, it's obviously been a minute since the both of them have had sex. Neither of them knows how they ended up outside on the balcony with him sitting on his outdoor balcony chair and her sitting atop of him, riding him with a pace that makes this round last shorter than the previous ones. She's rocking back and forth and he's holding her hips, guiding her movements, and silencing her moans with his lips. He has elderly neighbors and the last thing he needs is for one of them to hear her and walk out onto the balcony next door to inspect the noise. She quickens her pace and he finds himself pulling his mouth away from hers and latching on to her hardened nipple. It only makes her moan louder. And the sound of it, the volume of it, turns him on more.
Fuck it all. He was willing to risk it all for this woman riding him to oblivion.
She throws her head back the second he pulls away to give her other breast the same attention he gave the first one. He didn't have favorites. He loved them both. And if he were to think long and hard about it, he would realize that there wasn't a part of her body that he didn't love, that he didn't find attractive, that he didn't crave. If this wasn't a one night stand, he would worship it every day of his life. She had the body and the confidence of a goddess. She's arching her back as she increases her pace and it's when he starts to rub his thumb against the nub of her core, the quickie they started, came to an end with the two of them riding out their release in a slow and gentle rock beneath the stars and the half-moon that lit the night sky.
…and it ended in his bedroom, on top of the mattress on the floor. The two strangers had finished off the night in a simplistic way. Facing each other, standing in his bedroom, her hands go to the belt and zipper on his pants. Within seconds, they drop and pile around his ankles. And the seconds that followed found the remainder of his and her clothes taken off and thrown and scattered around his empty bedroom. This was the first time they stood before each other fully nude, from head to toe. All articles of clothing are discarded around his room. And she stood beautifully poised; she wasn't covering herself because she was confident in everything about her. Her head was held high and she met his eyes, smirking flirtatiously, as she watched him take in her naked body. The way the moonlight shined through his bedroom window -he didn't have curtains yet- they cast an ethereal glow around her. And he couldn't stop himself from reaching out, grabbing the back of her head and bringing her towards him.
He nibbled on her bottom lip. And she opened her mouth and allowed for his tongue to caress hers. He never got tired of the way her lips felt against his, the way her tongue felt against his, the way her body felt against his, the way her body moved against his. It was all so much. It was all so perfect. And even though he didn't have a mattress frame and it was pretty obvious that he had just moved in due to the line of boxes and the air mattress blown up and centered in the middle of his room, it didn't stop them or slow them down from their night of passion. Her hands clutched his shoulders as his mouth went to her collarbone, kissing and biting against the soft, exposed skin as his hands wandered her backside.
In the time that followed, he guided her down onto his air mattress and crawled above her and neither wasted any time in ravishing one another, in exploring each other's bodies and kissing every inch of exposed skin. Who was this woman? Where did this beautiful man come from?
Wild, hot, exotic and explorative sex; he learned what she liked over the course of the night, she taught him things, positions and angles that he's never attempted. Their bodies joined, they rolled and tumbled off the air mattress but the fall wasn't too great considering it's sitting on the floor. It doesn't stop her from riding him in both directions, one facing him and one with her back to him. And his length never falls out. It's like her core was the perfect fit for all he had to offer. From below he watched her arch her back, run her hand through her wild hair before speeding up the pace. He encouraged her, matching his speed and intensity with hers. And the night doesn't end until the missionary position is in full effect and for some reason, being above her, taking her with every plunge and thrust felt different, it felt new and it felt wild. This was the one position he's always done yet with her it felt like unchartered territory.
This woman, this goddess who rocked his world, gave him a piece of something that he honestly has never had before and it helped him forget about his shitty day and his complicated life. She was a good distraction, not only because of her beauty, but because of her confidence, her sex appeal and her wit. She was different than any girl he's ever dated, wanting to stick to a cardboard cutout of a woman that was safe, yet here this woman stood, able to turn him on just by the sound of her voice. She was able to keep up with him. She tried to take charge, to take the lead in their wild night of sex and fun –and he liked that. It spiced things up.
He thought about the last few hours. She did things to him; she made him feel a way he has never felt before. He wasn't a talker during sex, or maybe he was, but Abby just didn't like it.
And for her, he was amazing. She made the best decision when she decided to go to the bar at the last minute. It was either a drink at Molly's or a drink at Kim's now that they're roommates. She thought about the last few hours; she thought about the way he made her feel, the way he made her scream and moan and she's been adventurous in the bedroom before but never outside of it.
The night ended with her sitting above him, impaled on his length as she rode him one last time. It was bittersweet. Here, he didn't know this woman. And she didn't know him. They didn't share any personal information and he knew without asking that it was on purpose. They were on the same page; they left the bar with an unspoken understanding. His thoughts were now jeopardizing that. This was meant to be a one night stand but the way she made him feel in this night had him hoping that maybe it didn't have to be; maybe it can be a two night stand. Does that even exist? He saw something flash in her eyes, a familiar look, one that he's positive he's sporting, but he doesn't call her out on it. And he appreciates her for not calling him out on his matching expression. That mask of confidence takes over her and the look is gone almost as fast as it had arrived. She rocks herself against him until she reaches her climax and he finishes up by grabbing her waist, bending his legs and pounding up and down until he found his own release, filling her body once again with his warm seed.
He was spent. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath. He needed to sleep for a week.
After she caught her breath, she leaned down to press her lips against his, wrapping her tongue around his, before pulling back and sliding off of him. Suddenly the two of them felt a coldness envelope them at the physical disconnect knowing that was their last rodeo of the night, their last romp in the sack forever. The sex was great, but it was obvious that the two of them weren't happy about it being over yet neither one of them said anything about it. She kissed him one more time. It was slow. It was sensual. It was a goodnight kiss, one to symbolize that she had a good time, one last time. She didn't stay the night. And he didn't ask her to. It was understood on both sides that this was a one night stand, no feelings are involved, names weren't dropped and numbers weren't shared. She didn't know him. And he didn't know her. They had no way of finding each other. And it was understood that neither one of them will even attempt to try. He still, technically, kind of, had a girlfriend. And they never went over the details of their break. He is still in a relationship…technically. And he just had sex multiple times in one night with another woman; he just had unprotected sex. Fuck, he drags his hands over his face. What the fuck was he thinking? What the fuck has gotten into him? He's so screwed.
"Shit," he hits his forehead with the opened palm of his hand, "Shit," he hits himself again, "Shit!" He does it again, half expecting the action to knock some sense into his head.
And it's in that exact same moment that she's leaving his apartment, not paying attention to the address as she slides inside of the Lyft when she realizes the exact same thing. He's finished inside of her at least three times and with that thought going through her head, she scans herself, from her feet to her chest, feeling irresponsible and reckless and she shuts her eyes and flops back in her seat to pray that nothing diagnosable will come from this night.