MY ONE-NIGHT STAND SOCCER BOYFRIEND

Chapter 3: The one-night stand

After he left the club I weighed my options again, I trusted him to be harmless so I grabbed my purse and quickly followed him trying to walk carefully not to paint the entire club red. Outside, I found him standing like a chauffeur in front of a Bugatti Veyron. He flashed one of those smiles that made my knees weak in addition to the fact that I was drunk, putting on a pair of black heels and assuming a walking posture that involved keeping my legs glued together.

"You're almost there" he said getting the door for me.

The inside of the car was warm smelling new, black leather seats and matching dashboard. I kept checking if the blood had seeped through his nice jacket and was now making his leather seat dirty. He silently drove us to one of the open stores in a record time of two minutes. Not that I was checking my watch but I was not done admiring the interior of his car when he pulled over.

"Stay here am going to get you some clothes" he said getting out of the car.

"Wait!" I said rummaging through my purse.

"Don't worry about the money I'll use my credit card" he said defiantly.

Okay that was really embarrassing. A man with such car clearly had enough money to feed an entire third world country and there I was offering him my last remaining twenty dollars.

"You don't know the size I wear"

"I will approximate!" He shouted back.

Everything that was happening to me still felt like a dream. It was both too fast and far away from my perceived reality to an extent I started doubting his help, I was starting to get used to being a loner with no one looking out for me unless they wanted something in return and my biggest worry was what if I couldn’t give what they wanted? What if he wanted to kill me? Or sell me to a brothel. On the plane to Hillwood I had done some reading out if boredom and those things happened. My scared conscience was telling me to run for my life and get help somewhere else.

"Sorry I took so long" he said scaring me even more, no warning or noise accompanying his movements he just appeared like a ghost.

"It's okay I didn't even notice you were gone" I lied avoiding eye contact.

The time he was gone was enough to strike a deal with a couple buyers or human traffickers.

Jake

The girl was full of dread and she was beyond any reasonable doubt a stranger in Hillwood part of the reason why I offered to help her. Am not trying to blow my own trumpet here but most of the girls there knew who I was even when they were drunk while she seemed not to recognize me at all. A prick to my enormous celebrity ego but I could live with that. It was time I met someone who wasn't asking for autographs and selfies.

Silence graced the car as we headed to my house. The guard opened the gate and I drove in to the garage. I went to open the door for her but she was already outside the car looking uneasy.

"Are you okay?" I asked opening the door from the garage and led her straight to the bathroom which was something she really needed.

"Yeah, am good...thank you for this I..."

"You need to relax and clean yourself up" I interrupted opening the bathroom door for her.

The bright white light gave me a pellucid view of her face. Her hair was long black lustrous, tied above her head and left sprawling on her back, her eyes were warm, black pupil, dark eye lashes a thin nose bridge below it her heart shaped lips.

"What's your name?" I asked trying to make her comfortable.

"Lisa and you?"

"Am Jake kindly give me the clothes I need to dry clean them"

"You don't have to do that" she said getting rid of my jacket.

When she handed it over our hands met and I could feel how quick she retracted her fingers as though mine had just electrocuted her.

"I insist, wait a minute" I said closely looking at the stain now imprinted on my favorite jacket, "This doesn't look like blood, I mean it's red but" I smelt it.

"What is it?" She asked curiously.

"Paint!" I said surprised, "Where did you get red paint?"

We both laughed our heads off. Hers was a laugh of relief and it made her look even more beautiful. Thanks to that the tension among us was no longer there and we could talk openly and freely without her feeling blemished and embarrassed.

"Am sorry I took you through all that trouble for paint, I should be on my way thank you"

"We just got here let me at least clean your clothes before you leave and..."

She didn't let me finish. Lisa quickly cupped my face and what I felt next was her tongue dominating mine as she rolled it down my raspy throat and It was so confusing that immobilized me didn't know what to do. My arms were spread as though I wanted to grab her. When she broke free she realized I was not for that Idea and we were back to square zero. Afraid of each other and embarrassed.

"That was a mistake, I shouldn't have done that. Bye Jake and thank you" she said quickly going past me.

For a minute or so I stood three dumbstruck. That kiss was among the best I had ever shared. I followed her.

"Wait!" I said running towards her.

She was cursing and talking to herself like a crazy person.

"Lisa wait" I said catching up with her, "Am sorry I just didn’t know how to respond to that kiss but now..."

"It was a mistake please let me leave" she tried to go past me but I kept blocking her.

"It's very late and I don't want you to get hurt out there, please" I noticed a flash of light from the nearby woods that interrupted me for a second, "What am trying to say is, spend a night and I'll personally drive you home tomorrow"

Lisa

Me, myself and I went to a short meeting. What was good? Staying with a stranger who might have sold me to human traffickers or going back to my lonely apartment, cry myself to sleep cursing how men are dogs and trash, cut photos of David and I into pieces with a pair of scissors burn those of Bianca and pop a bunch of sleeping pills to catch at least a glimpse of sleep? The answer was simple. I was better off with this filthy rich handsome stranger that I had just kissed involuntarily...not really I wanted to kiss the breath out of him since I laid my eyes on him. He was like a magnet made specifically for me.

"So what is it going to be?" He asked looking as though my answer was going to decide whether he lived or died.

"It's okay, but I get to sleep in my own bed"

"I promise. Before we go there is something else I need to tell you..."

"I knew it" there it was, the reason he didn't kiss me back, "You're gay"

"No!"

Come on Lisa why do you always ruin everything no wonder David dumbed you for Bianca. In my defense, I was still drunk.

"Okay what did you want to say then?" I said dropping my guess out of shame.

"Look at me!" He commanded with his deep voice that sent butterflies in my stomach and at the same time Ice cold fear down my spine.

My guess slowly rose to look at him. Our eyes met and I was quick to shy away. If he wanted to throw me out it was all good. Once again my corky nature had cost me a peaceful night.

"Am not gay, I just didn't kiss you back because I don't want this to look like me taking advantage of you. Am just trying to help but since you kissed me first"

He now had a mischievous yet spectacular look on his face. He took my hands into his and for those few seconds our lips met again I felt my head clear out. Jake kissing me was different from me kissing him. That was a riddle for another day. The thing is with a three weeks dry spell I wanted him under the sheets so bad and he did too. He swooped me off my feet and carried me back to the house our lips still glued to each other.

In his room he gently dropped on my back on his expansive bed, spread my legs and leaned in for another kiss making me feel his body heat and his strong arms held my clavicles as I entangled my legs around his waist. He stopped abruptly forcing me to moan in disappointment.

"We should undress" he said running out of breath.

"Yeah we should" I said quickly slipping up my dress as he worked on his T-shirt.

His hairy chest and six pack left me quivering in awe as I bit my lower lip. My eyes were glued on his back as he walked naked to the drawer and grabbed some protection. When he turned around my eyes almost popped as his monster d**k led the way. It was the biggest I had ever seen.

He dropped the condoms on the bed grabbed my legs his guess's fixed on me then one by one he started working on my toes sending an electric impulse throughout my body, he started licking across them from the hallux to the pinky then he sucked the pinky on my right leg forcing my body to arc and my eyes to shut. From the toes I felt him around my inner thigh forcing them apart, the warmness from his mouth made me shiver.

"Waxed and smelling like pollen, I love it" he whispered before rubbing his beard on my clit, I screamed almost strangling him with my thighs but he overpowered me and spread them wide, his hands grabbed my boobs as he send a trail of kisses from my navel up my cleavage. He was close, he had my now sharp painted n*****s between his thumbs and forefingers while his tongue roved across my neck, my toes were buried deep in his mattress as I arced my body like a bow when his giant c**k started knocking on my super wet muff. Our lips met again.

"I want you" I said on the brink of breathlessness ruffling his hair and moaning.

He broke the kiss and looked at me deeply, gently stroking my eyes with his thumb before he kissed them quickly then transitioned to my right ear, bit the earlobe sending a jolt of adrenaline through my body. I was numb with pleasure as he licked the back of my ear.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you, you're amazing" he whispered.

I grabbed his warm veiny shaft, he released a soft moan as I stroked it gently from the tip to the base the more I did the harder it got. The using my thumb I massaged the head before slowly leading to my lubricated quim. We both moaned as he gently forced his head through my labia, my vaginal muscles stretched wide to accommodate him, all of him until I felt his balls on my asshole. I buried my fingers in his back as he gently pumped inside of me rhythmically with each stroke I answered with a weak one of mine until I couldn't anymore. He started going deeper and faster as my screams and moans got louder and wilder. When he collapsed on top of me moaning like a stuck boar I held him tight like I wanted him there forever, his warm c*m filled my kitty to the brim.

Jake was a monster under the sheets.