AMELIA
He didn't have to know my reasons. He didn't even have to know my name. When I set out for the bar that night, I had one goal in mind – to find a man to sleep with. That's all I wanted, all I needed, and all I was looking for.
I needed my rebound boy and something that was about as far from serious as I could get. All I wanted was someone to have a little fun with – someone to remind myself that I was worthy, sexy, and desirable. And well, because it had been too long since I'd been with anyone other than my scumbag ex, Charlie. I thought that maybe hooking up with somebody new, if only for a night, might help cleanse that palate a bit.
He looked a little sceptical, as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but we walked out of that bar together and he called a cab. We talked, yes – inconsequential small talk, for the most part – but I never caught his name and never told him mine. Names didn't matter. I didn't need to know anything about him and he didn't need to know anything about me. We both needed something from each other – something one hot, passionate night of sex would accomplish.
A hot, passionate night of sex with no strings or attachments, of course. That wasn't what this was about.
We got to his place – a house that seemed much too large for a single man like him. Having a house in the Bay Area was hard enough as it was thanks to the rising home values, so I was impressed. But I didn't ask him any questions. I didn't want or need to know. He was ex-military and had a smokin' hot body – that was all I needed to know. He'd been away, had probably seen some horrible shit, seemed to be having a crap night at that bar, and just needed to get laid. Nothing wrong with that.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as I stared at the fireplace.
The mantle – like the walls in his place – was empty, no pictures or personal touches in sight. It looked so barren and cold. Sterile. It was almost like he'd never moved in fully or he was hoping to move out soon. The place just had the feel of a single guy who had one foot out the door. Might be why he was alone, I thought to myself.
“No thanks,” I said softly.
He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my neck. I felt his erection pressing into my ass as he planted a line of kisses down the length of my neck. He moved slow and was cautious – almost like he expected me to stop him. But I pressed my ass into him, rubbing it against his tight jeans and felt him grow harder against me.
“You like this?” he muttered in my ear.
“Mmmm, yes,” I said.
He flipped me around so I was facing him now, and he lowered his face to mine, kissing me. The stubble along his jawline scratched at my face. I was only used to having Charlie's clean-shaven face pressed to mine, but the difference felt nice. Everything about him was different than my ex – from the way he touched me, to the way he smelled. It was an entirely different experience from the get go, and I was grateful for that. It was exactly what I was looking for.
I tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer to me as I walked backward toward the couch. I worked at his buttons as he slipped my shirt over my head, exposing my perky breasts encased in a purple Victoria Secret lacy push up bra.
“Damn, you're so fucking sexy,” he said, his gaze falling on my cleavage.
“You're not so bad yourself,” I said, undoing the last button and letting his shirt fall to the floor.
His chest and abs were rock solid. I'd never laid eyes on a perfect six pack in person, until that moment, and it was every bit as glorious as one would imagine. Tattoos covered his torso and arms - I couldn't make them all out, not in the darkness of the room, but I saw an anchor on his chest, front and center. Made me think I had a Navy boy on my hands. Charlie wasn't somebody who enjoyed working out and I couldn't recall ever being with a man this fit. But then, this was my first military man. There's a first time for everything. And I licked my lips, looking forward to indulging in new experiences.
I dropped down to my knees, just yearning to kiss those perfect abs, and worked at his belt while I was in the neighborhood. He helped me, and before long, his pants joined his shirt in a heap on the floor. I stared at his cock – long, hard and straight, poking out at me from his boxers. His delicious looking cock, like his physique, was absolutely perfect. I couldn't help but stare, my mouth agape, as I took in the beauty before me.
I couldn't help but touch him – I stared in awe as I ran my hands over those abs. Eventually, I took his cock in my hand, squeezing it tight and stroking it gently before eventually, sliding it into my mouth. I couldn't take him all the way in, he was too long and too thick, so I stroked him with one hand as I sucked on the tip. He groaned, his eyes partially closed as he stared down at me while I licked and sucked on that glorious dick of his.