You, Me, and Forever (Blushing)

I was doing this.

I was going home with a random guy that I’d just met in a bar.

A ridiculously good-looking man. One you’d expect to see on the cover of a sports magazine.

I was extremely attracted to the man. But I knew nothing about him.

Am I really doing this?

He took my hand after he’d closed his tab and led me out of the bar. When we stepped outside, he turned to look at me.

“I get the feeling you don’t do this often?”

“That’s—true.” I cleared my throat, trying not to appear nervous. “You know, with all the imports and exports, I keep very busy.”

One side of his mouth turned up, he had a prominent dimple on one side of his face, and he was incredibly attractive. Tall, with dark hair, green eyes, broad shoulders, and just the right amount of scruff peppering his jaw. He wore a white button-up and a pair of dark jeans.

“I’m sure it keeps you very busy. Listen, there’s no pressure here. If you want me to walk you to your hotel, I’m happy to do that. If you’d like to come home with me, I’ve got an Airbnb around the corner.”

Shit. I’d told him that I was from out of town, so taking him to my house wasn’t an option. It would be obvious that I lived there.

This was going to be a one and done.

A hookup.

A one-nighter.

It was better to keep it casual, and not tell him anything.

“What would going home with you entail?” I looked up at him.

I wanted this.

If I were to ever have a fling, this would be the guy. He was almost unfairly good looking. There was an edge and confidence to him that made him appear very off limits. And I was drawn to him.

So why not throw caution to the wind and spend one night with an unattainable, sexy man?

I’d never see him again.

I was twenty-seven years old, for God’s sake. I’d only been with two men in my life up until now. Both long-term relationships.

Why not live a little?

“Going home with me means whatever you want it to mean.” He leaned down, tucking my hair behind my ear as he moved closer.noveldrama

Do it.

Kiss me.

Please kiss me.

His green eyes locked with mine as if he were reading my thoughts, and then he closed the distance between us. His mouth crashed into mine, and my lips parted immediately as his tongue slipped in. He was gentle at first as he explored my mouth, one hand in my hair and the other on the side of my neck. He tilted my head to the side to take the kiss deeper.

I’d never kissed a man that I didn’t know well.

I’ve also never been kissed like this, so maybe I’ve been doing it all wrong.

My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he groaned into my mouth.

Voices came from behind us as a group of people left the bar, and he pulled back and looked at me. “The ball’s in your court, beautiful.”

“I’d like to go home with you,” I said, blowing out a breath because I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

He took my hand and started walking.

“You’re not married, are you?” I asked. I’d obviously already checked his ring finger for any jewelry or tan lines, and neither were there. But one can never be too safe.

He chuckled. “No. You?”

“Nope. Do you have a girlfriend back home?”

I doubted this was typical one-night stand conversation, but I was nervous.

And this was what I did when I was nervous.

He walked up the steps of the gorgeous home on the water and pushed the door open. It was the Johnson estate, and I was shocked a single guy would rent this place. He obviously had money if he could afford this.

Once we were inside, he turned me so my back was pressed to the door, and he placed a hand on each side of my face. “If I had a girlfriend or a wife, I wouldn’t be taking you home. That’s not my style.”

“Okay,” I whispered as my heart thundered in my chest.

“How about you, Dominique. Do you have a boyfriend back home, where you import and export all the diamonds?” His voice was gruff and laced with tease.

My legs and hands were tingling from the buzz running through my body, and it was hard to think straight.

I shook my head. “My last boyfriend just got engaged to another woman—one of his coworkers.”

“His loss.”

“I don’t know about that. She teaches yoga on the beach in California, and she’s really pretty in that ‘I don’t even have to try’ kind of way.” A nervous laugh left my lips.

I was oversharing. This was what I did.

“You’re beautiful. Personally, I think most would find a diamond dealer to be way more exciting than a yoga instructor.” He smiled, and I desperately wanted him to kiss me again.

“She’s probably super bendy,” I said, and my voice was barely recognizable as it came out all breathy.

“How long ago did you and he break up?” he asked, the question surprising me as his thumb traced the length of my jaw.

“Six months ago. You should probably know that it’s been a while for me. You know, with having sex. I’ve been sexless for a while now.” I looked up at him before reaching for the button on his jeans. I was done talking about my annoying ex and the lack of sex I’d had. This gorgeous man was here and ready for whatever I wanted to do—so I was going to do it.

His hand wrapped around my wrist, and he stopped me. “There’s no rush. I plan to take my time with you.”

Yes, please.

The next thing I knew, he was lifting me off the ground, and my legs wrapped around his waist, my jean skirt bunching up high on my thighs. He carried me down the hallway to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed with a little bounce.

“If this is too much, you just tell me, okay?” he asked, hovering above me.

I could still taste his whiskey from our kiss on my tongue.

“I’m ready for too much,” I blurted out, and he chuckled this gruff, masculine laugh.

His fingers traced up my calf, my thigh, and moving beneath my skirt as I sucked in a breath. His lips were on mine, and he kissed me as his fingers continued to run up and down my leg.

We kissed for the longest time, and my body was on fire. I tried to thrust forward to get him to move his hand where I wanted it. I finally pulled back, unlocking our lips long enough to look at him. No words were exchanged, as if he knew what I was asking for.

His hands teased the outside of my lace panties, and I gasped.

He stroked me over the fabric, slowly, as his lips found mine again. Our tongues tangled as his fingers stroked me between my thighs.

I was bucking into him, desperate for more, when his fingers slipped beneath my panties.

“You’re so fucking wet, beautiful.” He pulled back, his heated gaze on mine. “When was the last time you were touched?”

“I told you that I broke up with my boyfriend six months ago,” I said, feeling mortified and pathetic at how desperate I sounded. My body was betraying me, letting him know how much I wanted him. My hands covered my face, and he tugged them down.

“You don’t hide when you’re with me. I don’t care when you were last touched—I just want to know what you need and how to make you feel good.”

“It’s been a long while. We weren’t really doing great before we broke up, so even when we had sex, it was pretty rushed and uneventful those last few months.” I shrugged. I was never going to see this man again, so I had nothing to lose.

I was just a sex-deprived diamond dealer from Chicago where he was concerned.

“That’s a shame,” he said. “So how about I make you feel good tonight?”

I nodded. He stunned me when he grabbed my hips and flipped me over quickly. I laughed as he unzipped the back of my skirt, and I lifted just enough for him to tug it down my legs.

“Good Christ. This ass is a work of art,” he said after tossing my skirt on the floor. He ran his fingers over my butt cheeks. He took his time kissing each side before slowly rolling me over so I was facing him again. He tugged off both of my cowboy boots and let them fall to the ground.

I’d never been undressed by a man before, and taking off my own clothes moving forward would be a disappointment.

I just watched him as he leaned down on the bed and kissed my calves, taking turns as he gave his attention to each leg. And then he was kissing my thighs, and he paused when he got to the apex, pressing his nose to my core and groaning. He spread my legs wide, and he buried his face between my thighs, right over the lace of my panties.

I couldn’t breathe. I pressed myself against him, wanting the lace gone.

Wanting his mouth on me.

His lips on me.

His tongue on me.

As if he could read my mind, he tore the side of my panties and tossed them on the floor. I pushed up on my elbows and looked at him. No man had ever ripped my panties from my body.

“I’ll replace them. I need to taste you right fucking now.”

I nodded. The hell with the panties.

And then he licked me from one end to the next, and I fell back against the mattress. The sensation was so overwhelming that I couldn’t stop the moan that left my lips.

Has anything ever felt this good?

I tangled my fingers in his hair as I bucked against his magical mouth.

And he teased me with his tongue and sucked my clit, taking me to the edge so fast I did everything in my power to hold on.

I squeezed my eyes closed, my fingers tugging at his hair, as I continued riding his face. My breaths were the only audible sound in the room.

I was panting and moaning, and I couldn’t stop myself.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he sucked my clit hard just as a finger slipped inside me.

My entire body tingled as I bucked against him with a desperation I’d never experienced.

He slipped in another finger, and that was all it took.

I lost any sense of control.

Bright lights exploded behind my eyelids, and I went right over the edge as I cried out his name.

And he just kept working his fingers in and out, his mouth sucking harder, as I rode out every last bit of pleasure.

And when everything slowed, he pulled back and smiled up at me. His lips shiny from my pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and slipped them into his mouth and sucked.

Oh. My. God.

“You’re so fucking sweet. I could stay between your thighs all night.”

No man had ever spoken to me like that.

But he had no hesitation. There was not a self-conscious bone in this man’s body.

Speaking of bones.

He was pushed up on his knees, looking down at me, and I reached for the button on his jeans, and he didn’t stop me this time. Once I’d maneuvered through the button and the zipper, I shoved the denim down along with his boxer briefs. My eyes widened at the sight of him.

Long and thick and hard.

“Have you never seen a dick before, Dominique?” he asked as a lazy smile spread across his face.

“Not one that looks like that.”

He chuckled as his fingers moved to the hem of my white tee, and he tugged it over my head and tossed it on the floor. I struggled to get the button open on his dress shirt before he tore the shirt open, followed by the sound of buttons clanking against the wood floors.

“You’re not the most patient man, are you?” I gaped at him as he pulled the shirt from his body and let it drop to the floor.

“Patience isn’t my strength.” His hands moved behind my back, and he unbuttoned my bra before gently sliding it down my shoulders. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Has anyone ever looked at me the way this man is looking at me right now?

It wasn’t that I thought I was unattractive, but this man was looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Maybe this was just how people acted with one-night stands. All the flattery and all the praise before you walk away and never speak again.

And I’m here for it.

Yes, I was still slightly intoxicated.

Yes, I would probably be mortified tomorrow morning that I’d done this.

But right now—I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

How long had it been since a man had made me feel good?

Since a man had made me feel wanted?

Since a man had made me feel anything?

He leaned down and flicked my hard peaks with his tongue before swirling around the tip and then covering each breast with his mouth. I was floating on air from my orgasm, and this was almost too much.

“Myles,” I groaned. “Do you have a condom?”

He pulled back to look at me, studying me like I was a puzzle that he wanted to solve, which was making it hard to focus on the giant penis that was pointing right at me.

There was something in his gaze.

Hesitation, maybe.

My heart raced because I was fairly certain that he was about to reject me.

“You’ve never had sex with someone that you weren’t dating, have you?”

Um . . . hello, buzzkill.

“What? That doesn’t matter, I want this.” I reached out and wrapped my hand around his erection and stroked him a few times, and he groaned. My mouth watered at the sight of him, where he hovered on his knees above me. I’d never been a big fan of the blow job, but for whatever reason, I was desperate to wrap my lips around him.

“You can’t look at me like that, with your hand wrapped around my cock, and lick your lips.” His voice strained as he spoke.

I shifted down lower on the bed, positioning myself just beneath him, before angling him toward my lips.

I wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled him forward as I took him in between my lips, inch by inch.

This was by far the most erotic thing I’d ever done. I watched his arms flex above me as he held himself there, and he shifted his hips forward and then back.

Slowly at first.

He let me set the pace as I kept my hands on his hips and guided him.

In and out.

His breathing escalated, and a groan left his mouth.

And I took him deeper.

Faster.

His tip hitting the back of my throat each time he thrust forward.

Over and over.

His breaths were labored, and it turned me on. I wanted to pleasure him the way that he’d pleasured me.

It made me feel powerful and sexy and I took him deeper.

“Fuck!” he shouted as a guttural sound left his lips.

He pulled out before I could process what was happening as he stroked himself with a few quick motions and he came on my chest.

I’d never been more turned on in my life as I ground up against his thigh.

His free hand moved between my legs, and he rubbed little circles along my clit while he continued to stroke himself.

And that was all it took.

I followed him into oblivion and went over the edge for a second time.