ONE NIGHT STAND TWO
BRITTANY'S POV
No fucking way, Brittany! You couldn't just walk off with a stranger.
But I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't know if it was Margie's words earlier or if it was the alcohol.
Or maybe I just wanted to make my mom squirm wherever she was.
And besides…if I was doing firsts, a one night stand wasn't so crazy. I was in the club, I was drunk, I sexy danced with a stranger.
Sex wasn't so bad. I nodded as I stared up at the hot stranger, giving my approval.
However, as we left the club, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I was getting into.
But I couldn't have said no even if I wanted to. There was something so irresistible about this man and I wanted to follow him anywhere.
If he turned out to be a serial killer, at least I wouldn't die a virgin.
The drive to the hotel was blurry. My brain seemed to have stopped working and before I knew it we were in a hotel room and things were getting pretty heated.
Thankfully, he had preferred the lights off. I would have felt embarrassed, and I still had restraints.
Restraints that melted away the moment his hands were on me again.
His kisses drove me wild. He pulled me flush against him until there was no space between the two of us.
My hands dug into his hair as I clung to him, my breathing coming in fast gasps. His hands moved to unzip my dress and I stepped out of them.
And then my bra followed. His hands kneaded my boobs, massaging them, as I let out slutty moans and held on to him.
When his lips closed over my nipple, I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He lapped my nipple with his tongue, and I almost came undone right there.
I had never felt anything like that or had anyone suck my breasts like I was food he couldn't get enough of.
One of his hands moved down to my panties, he pulled them aside and slipped two fingers into me.
My legs started to tremble as he pumped his fingers in and out of me even as he sucked my boobs.
"Oh god… I moaned. How did I feel so good already? He wasn't even in me yet and I…I felt like I was going to explode from the pleasure.
I opened my eyes to stare up at him and realized he had gotten rid of his clothes at some point.
I really wasn't thinking too clearly anymore was I?
He pulled his fingers out all of a sudden and I let out a disappointed moan.
"You like my fingers in you?" He sneered.
I nodded, "god, yes." I cried.
He started to push me against the bed in a sitting position as he got on his knees in front of me.
He maintained eye contact with me, as he spread my legs wider.
"Later. I want to taste you." He said, licking his lips. Damn, he was so yummy.
I could barely see him but his voice, heck…his voice was enough to make any woman beg him to fuck her.
And I was on the edge of doing just that. I had never been eaten out before. What would it feel like?
I had barely articulated the thought when I felt his tongue on my clit.
I bucked once, twice as his tongue slipped inside me.
"Fuck." I grabbed the sheets as he ran his tongue over my clit and inside and then his teeth came in and he was sucking and biting and god, was I in heaven?
Why was I thrashing? Oh, what was happening? My hips bucked again, as I remembered.
Why hadn't I done this since? Who knew having someone down there could feel so good?
My hands were buried in his hair and I feared I would scar him with how hard I was digging my fingers in.
When he came up and kissed me, I could taste myself in his mouth and it didn't feel weird at all.
He tasted good and I could barely get enough. And then he thrust into me and I saw stars.
"Fuck. Fuck. This feels…so…good." I cried as I clung to him, holding on for my dear life.
The world started to spin and I was tumbling over the edge as he thrust into me over and over again.
The sound of skin against skin filling the room, my moans and his satisfied grunts mixing with the sound to create a weird but pleasing tempo and I wanted to stay there forever.
It was the best night of my life but when I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the hotel room and Mr stranger had disappeared after riding me to the moon several times the night before.
As I gathered my clothes, I knew I would never forget this night.
How could I forget how he drove me crazy with his fingers and tongue? The way his body had fit so perfectly against mine and how his voice made me go crazy with desire?
I wanted to see him again. Who was he? Why did he leave like that? Did he not enjoy the night as much as I did?
The thought was too depressing and I tried to push all thoughts of him out of my mind as I slipped into my dress.
No more clubbing for me. Margie would have to deal with that. And certainly no more one night stands.
I quickly got into my clothes and looked around for my handbag and phone.
Several missed calls from Margie. I groaned and held a hand up to my head.
Ugh, I had totally forgotten about the drinks last night. Thankfully, the hangover wasn't as brutal as I expected.
Margie was so going to get it from me. After waiting ten minutes, the uber I booked finally pulled up and I got in.
And I couldn't help thinking about the hot stranger I spent the night with. Would I ever see him again?