One-Night Stand
1791 Words
The smell of smoke wafted across my nose, almost suffocating, but I didn't let my seductive stance falter. At least, I believed it was seductive. God help me.
The man's eyes studied me. He looked about a year or two older than me, but the tattoos and piercings gave him a dangerous air. A couple of minutes passed, and he was still staring at me with a blank expression. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, and the confidence I had gathered was slowly slipping away. Maybe I had approached the wrong guy. Maybe if I wasn’t careful, I might end up getting raped instead of screwed. Geez! f**k that b***h to hell!
"Are you a w***e?"
It took me a couple of seconds to register that the handsome guy was talking to me. Even though he insinuated I was a prostitute, it still gave me a ray of hope that he might be interested. Maybe I would get to fulfill this dare after all. "I'm not. Well, I mean, I... am not that, but I can still perform that function."
I wanted to slap myself across the face. What the hell was that?! If he had even the slightest interest, my words would have driven it away.
Narrowed eyes stared at me with a questioning gaze. He seemed to be studying me or something. He must have assumed I was crazy by now. "I have business to do. Kindly piss off," he bit out.
I deflated. That was one hell of a way to reject somebody. My poor self-esteem was at its lowest, but I couldn't just let him stomp all over my dignity like that. Here I was, a beautiful girl inviting him to have s*x for free, and this dude just rejected me in such a horrible way.
‘I must sleep with him,’ I decided. This was no longer about the dare—it was a matter of pride.
"Listen..." I moved closer to him until we were inches apart. He was still leaning against the dirty wall, and his dark outfit made him blend well into the darkness, but his radiant face was hard to miss. I cleared my throat. "I am giving you an offer here, and I am not taking no for an answer. You are going to have s*x with me, even if it’s the very last thing you do."
He quirked a brow at me. "The f**k is your problem?"
Desperation. Desperation is my problem, and maybe just a tad bit of pride. "Sleep with me."
"Uh... no."
"Sleep with me."
"Bruh, I said no."
"I give good blowjobs."
"You are crazy. Now, f*****g get out of my face!"
I clung to him. "Just one quick f**k wouldn’t hurt anyone."
"You have no idea who you're messing with, woman."
"Why?" I looked at him with amusement. "Are you in a cult or something?"
He didn’t say anything. He just continued to watch me with an annoyed expression, but I didn’t miss the glint of interest in his gaze. He probably realized that I wasn’t going to leave him alone until he agreed to my wish. "Fine. Just one quick fuck."
"Very quick." I flashed him a smile. He seemed to be reconsidering his options. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to run away. I was ready to chase after him if he did, but surprisingly, he didn’t. He turned around, walking down a narrow path that led deeper into the alley. "Follow me."
I stared at his retreating figure, hesitating. Was I supposed to follow him down that dark, creepy alley? He could strangle me to death, and no one would notice. Was I that desperate?
"You chickened out?" He looked back at me over his shoulder, an amused smirk spreading across his lips. I didn’t know why—maybe it was the dare, maybe it was my stubborn nature, or it might just be my clear attraction to this guy—but for some reason, I wanted to follow him and see where it would go.
"As if." I walked after him. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to my sister: Go home without me. I’ll catch up with you later.
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It was a shabby-looking apartment. More of a room than an apartment, really. It was concerning why this guy had a room in a dark, creepy alley. It was even more concerning why I agreed to come into the room in the first place. What the hell was I thinking? Oh right, I hadn’t been thinking at all.
"It’s small, isn’t it?" His voice echoed from behind me. He had lit up another cigarette.
"It has a bed, so it’ll do."
"It isn’t warm and cozy, though."
"We can sleep, we can move, and we can bounce. As I said, it’ll do."
A grin stretched across his lips, displaying perfect pearly white teeth. Gosh, this man was handsome. It should be a crime to be this good-looking and perfect at the same time.
"You are one crazy chick, I’ll give you that."
"Uh-huh." I made a swift movement to take off my sneakers, then tied my curly brown hair in a ponytail. "Let’s get to it." I moved closer to him, pulling at the hem of his jacket.
"Anxious?"
"Nope."
"Have you done this before?"
"Why does that matter?"
"So I’ll know whether to go easy on you or not."
I laughed at his words. "I’m no virgin." Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I planted a peck on his lips. "Go as hard as you want."
He stared down at me thoughtfully, but then that same wide grin replaced his blank expression. It was a lucid-looking smile that sent shivers down my body. "Good to know."
A squeak left my mouth as I was swept off my feet, his mouth crashing against my own in a fierce kiss.
Wrapping my legs around his torso, I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth, sucking and licking as if to devour me. Moans poured out of my mouth. I wasn’t used to such rough handling, and all the bold words I’d said before weren’t exactly true. This was only my second time having s*x, but I didn’t want him to go soft on me—I could take it. The loud sound of tearing fabric brought me back to reality, and I realized I was on the bed. My top—my sweet favorite—was in shreds.
"Hey! That was my favorite shirt, asshole!"
"You asked for it," he muttered, smirking against the crook of my neck as he bit and sucked on a sensitive patch of skin.
“Mhm…” An obnoxiously loud moan escaped my lips as his mouth moved down to my chest. At the same time, I felt my jeans being tugged off. Everything was happening so fast, I barely had time to realize I was down to just my bra and panties. He pulled back, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him staring at my naked body. I suddenly felt self-conscious.
"What?" I asked.
He mumbled something under his breath, but shook his head. "Nothing." With one hand, he pulled off his jacket, and the black T-shirt followed. As I looked at his chiseled abs and muscular body, I couldn’t help but feel a little damp in my panties. God, why did some people have to be so perfect?
"Like what you see?"
"Yeah," I answered shamelessly. All I could think about was running my tongue over his sweat-slicked skin. I was desperate for him to touch me.
"Kiss me," I practically pleaded. He obliged, bending down and covering my lips with his, sucking and licking at my tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt like I might pass out.
"Please," I begged, wanting more. He slid my panties off and thrust his tongue into my clit. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My body convulsed, and I realized my hand had tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
"M-m-more! Mhhh... arghh..."
I pushed his head deeper, feeling myself inching closer to the edge. That was it—I was so close.
"Argh!" My body shook as I came down from my peak. My vision blurred, and my eyelids grew heavy from the intensity of my climax. I felt on the verge of passing out. He pulled back, his lips stretching into a smirk as he wiped the wetness from his face.
"So, you're a squirter. That's a turn-on." He moved up, planting a soft kiss on my lips. My eyelids fluttered shut, utterly spent. "Don't sleep yet."
I opened my eyes to find him hovering above me, something hot and stiff rubbing against my wet folds. "The real fun starts now."
Something hard pushed inside me, stretching me so much that I couldn’t help but let out a moan. It was big, and it hit every spot perfectly. This was going to be a long day, and I was ready to enjoy every second of it.
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I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but judging by how tangled we’d been in the sheets, writhing against each other with passion until we both came undone, it must’ve been a while. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was cuddled in the stranger’s arms. He was fast asleep, probably more tired than I was. For a second, I thought about staying curled up against him, but I quickly dismissed the idea.
Just one quick f**k. That was all it was.
With a sigh, I sat up, wincing at the soreness in my body. He didn’t take it easy, did he? I spotted my phone discarded in the corner and picked it up, taking a quick snap of me cuddled into him. I sent it to Amelia. That b***h—I’d done it. I’d completed my dare. So why did I feel guilty all of a sudden? My eyes drifted to the shredded top on the floor. There was no saving that. I grabbed his jacket instead. I was sure he wouldn’t mind since he was the one who ruined my favorite shirt.
To ease my conscience, I picked up his phone and quickly typed out a message:
Thanks for the quick f**k. Have a nice life.
I even added a smiley face emoji to be nice. Dropping the phone beside him, I watched his handsome, sleeping face. Too bad I never caught his name, but it was too late now. It was over, and I was probably never going to see him again
" Goodbye"
And with that, I was out of the room.
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