One Night Stand(6)

“It’s nice.” I looked around, barely breathing. The room was huge and decorated like it was a Pottery Barn display. “Is this the penthouse?”

“Junior Penthouse.” He nodded as he stepped towards me.

“Very nice.” I swallowed hard.

“Are we done with the small talk?” His arms went around my waist and pulled me towards him.

“I didn’t know that we were—”

“Shh.” His lips touched mine gently as he kissed me. “Let’s not waste our time with talking.”

“I don’t even know your name.” I pulled away from him slightly.

“Does it matter?” He replied, his eyes light, as his hands fell to my ass.

“I guess not.” My face burned in shame. Not because he didn’t care about my name, but rather because I didn’t really care about his either. I was going to sleep with him either way. We both knew that. His tongue had been the appetizer and now I was ready for the real thing. I knew his main course was going to fill me up. I giggled at my thoughts. I wasn’t sure when I’d become so dirty minded, but I loved it.

“What’s so funny?” He pulled me towards him and I felt his hardness against my stomach. Oh boy, I’d ordered an extra big helping and I hadn’t even realized it.

“Just thinking about dinner.” I said inanely, feeling like a fool.

“Steak and fries.” He licked his lips slowly. “I’ve got a steak in my pants that wouldn’t mind being eaten?”

“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows at him and he burst out laughing.

“Okay, that sounded a lot cooler in my mind.”

“I sure hope so.” I laughed. “Because it didn’t sound as cool out loud.”

“Are you saying I’m not cool?” He teased me as I followed him into the living room of his hotel room.

“I’m saying that you’re no John Travolta in Grease. You know, you’re not cool like Danny.”

“Well, I take that as a compliment, Sandy.” He popped open a bottle of champagne. “A glass?”

“Yes, thanks.” I took the offered glass and sat down on the couch and took a small sip. This isn’t awkward at all, I thought to myself as I sat there staring at him. I was still in my dress and he was still in his suit, only his jacket was gone. His white shirt clung to his frame as if it were a second skin and I was dying to see his chest. I knew he had to be toned. I could tell from the way his biceps bulged in his shirt. The only question in my mind was does he have a six pack or an eight pack?

“What are you thinking?” He sat next to me on the couch and stared over at me. “Your dress is very beautiful by the way.”

“Uhm thanks.” I took another sip of champagne. Oh my God, why was he so hot? “I’m just thinking that you’re really cute.”

“Thank you.” He put his glass down and moved closer to me. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”

“What’s that?”

“I’m wondering what you’re going to look like without that dress on. I’m wondering how quickly I can make you come tonight. I’m wondering if you’re going to try and mark me again. I’m wondering if your breasts taste as sweet as your pussy.”

“Oh.” I squeaked out, my face hot at his words. He was not playing and I loved it.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He stroked the side of my face softly.

“No.” I shook my head as his fingers ran across my lips and he pushed his index finger into my mouth. I sucked on his finger gently and he stared into my eyes intently as I nibbled. He pulled it out slowly and then stuck it into my glass of champagne, his eyes never leaving mine, before putting his finger back in my mouth. I sucked hard this time, licking the champagne off with my tongue. The expression on his face changed as I moved closer to him and rubbed my hand over his crotch as I sucked his finger. I smiled as I felt the bulge in his pants. He was turned on already. It made me feel powerful to know I could do that to a man as handsome as he was. It didn’t even matter to me that this was a one night stand. It didn’t matter that it was just sex.

“You enjoy being a tease?” He pulled his finger out of my mouth and his hands fell to my breasts. “Stand up and take your dress off.” He commanded me and I looked over at him in surprise.

“What?” I asked, still rubbing his now hard cock.

“Take your dress off.”

“The magic word?”

“My cock is hard.” He grinned as his eyes challenged me.

“I was thinking more like please.” I licked my lips and stood up in front of him.