One Night Stand Series

/Esme/

"Your sex life sucks, Esme. It's nothing to write home about."

I rolled my eyes and tried not to groan. "It's not that bad, girlie. Stop making it sound worse than it actually is, especially with that expression on your face."

Jane scoffed. "Really, babe? You've never had an orgasm in your life, and you're about to marry the same dude who doesn't even know how to make you cum. Really?"

I sighed. "He was my first, Jane. And I'm in love with him. He makes me happy. So fuck orgasms and all that. Being happy is more important."

"What?!" Jane looked at me like I'd grown three heads. "Sex is life, man."

"Don't you... don't you get urges?" she pressed on anyway, completely ignoring my growing discomfort.

"Just shut up now and focus on your drink," I snapped, shooting her a more serious glare. That finally did it her mouth clamped shut, lips pressed into a thin line.

The answer, though?

Yes. I did. I got sexual urges. I didn't exactly want to be twenty-six and still clueless about what real pleasure felt like, but... it was what it was. I had things complicated, dangerous things chasing after me. And Dave... he made me feel safe. He made me feel happy. That filled up the spaces where he lacked.

There was something about me. I came off bold and brave, like nothing could shake me. But inside? I was timid. Embarrassed easily. Sex? Vulnerability? The idea of being naked, open, seen it terrified me. And yet with Dave, I felt safe. Maybe that was all that really mattered.

"Come on, have your drink. You look like you're lost in thoughts."

"I'm fine," I lied, flashing her a quick smile and picking up my wine glass.

"Cheers!" May shouted, lifting her glass high. The others echoed her excitement as we clinked our drinks together.

I took a full gulp of my wine and set the glass back on the table.

"Aren't we going to dance?" Liam asked, already getting to his feet.

"Not me. I'm good," I said quickly, brushing the idea away. I was glad the sex talk had ended. I knew they said those things because they cared... but I wasn't about to throw away Dave just because the sex wasn't perfect. Or even decent.

"There she goes Miss Serious!" someone teased. "Come on, have some fun! We're celebrating you, remember?"

I nearly rolled my eyes. Yeah, they were celebrating me. But for what exactly? Getting a job at the biggest company in the country right after graduation?

The company belonged to Dave's father. So really, it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't even worth a celebration. But my friends wouldn't let it go.

"I really don't want to dance," I said.

"You can be such a bore sometimes," Jane groaned. "Come on, please?"

"Let her be," Liam cut in. "Don't force her if she's not in the mood."

"There we go. Mr. Serious defending Ms. Serious," someone muttered.

"I don't feel like dancing either," Liam added, and plopped down beside me.

"They can be so annoying," he chuckled.

"I know, right?" I smiled a little.

Liam was different from the others. I met most of these guys in uni, but Liam? Liam was a high school thing. He'd been in my life for years, always showing up, always sticking around. Always close.

"So... did your fiancé pull some strings to get you the job? That happened really fast."

"I guess he did," I said, shrugging. "I'm not really sure. He just... wants me to be happy."

"So... you're meeting the in-laws tomorrow? For real this time?"

"Yeah." I nodded slowly. "I'm finally meeting Dave's dad tomorrow. I haven't met him in the five years I've been with Dave. He was never around."

"Five years is a long time," Liam said. "Weird that he barely calls."

"Dave misses him," I murmured. "A lot."

Liam nodded, sensing the awkwardness. "I'm applying to the company too. Hopefully, I get in."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Really? You have to be everywhere I am?"

"I have to protect you," he said playfully. "I am your big brother."

I snorted. "You're a month older than me. In your dreams."

"But I do hope you get in," I added after a beat. "You being in my space just makes things easier for me."

He smiled at that, and I looked away, my chest suddenly tight. Then came the weird part.

I was feeling hot.

I let out a slow breath and shifted in my seat. Why the hell was I suddenly so warm?

"You okay?" Liam asked, squinting at me. "Your face just got really flushed."

"I'm fine," I replied quickly, too quickly. I wasn't fine. I was far from fine.

The warmth in my body had started out subtle just a tingle but now it had grown. Fast. Too fast. My thighs pressed together without me even thinking.

I was horny. Really horny. And I had absolutely no idea why.

"Are you sure?" Liam's concern deepened. "You don't look okay."

"Can you get me some water?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He nodded and stood up immediately, hurrying off.

Liam might only be a month older than me, but he played the big brother role well when it counted.

By the time he returned, I was squirming in my seat, thighs clenched so tight it almost hurt. What the hell was happening to me?

Being horny had never been my thing. I always had control weird control over my body. And every time I'd had sex in the past, it had been because Dave wanted it.

Not because I did.

And definitely not like this.

"Here's some water, sunshine."

That voice deep, a little hoarse, maddeningly masculine washed over me like heat. My nipples hardened instantly.

His voice wasn't the only thing doing things to me. There was a lavender scent in the air warm, soft, seductive. It pulled me in before I could even see him. Whoever this man was, I didn't want him to leave. Ever.

I tilted my head up and God, I wish I hadn't.

He stood tall, commanding the room without trying. Leaf-brown hair, eyes the color of spring leaves and secrets, and a face carved like he was sculpted in a dream. His eyes glowed with quiet admiration, and I was completely lost in them.

His beards were dark and finely trimmed, enhancing the edges of his already flawless jaw. A tiny stud glittered in his ear, subtle but impossible to miss.

He wore a navy blue suit, tailored to perfection expensive, rich-looking. The jacket curved perfectly around his body, hinting at strength beneath. When he undid the buttons, revealing a crisp white shirt stretched over his broad chest, I swallowed hard. I couldn't stop staring. His arms, his shoulders, that narrow waist... my entire body reacted.

God help me.

My head was spinning, not from alcohol, and definitely not from whatever it is that's in my body, but from lust. My eyes shamelessly dropped to the outline of his trousers, and I swore I could feel it pressing into me already. I wanted him on top of me, inside me. I didn't even know his name.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Looking at his face, he was definitely older maybe ten, eleven years my senior. But I didn't care. As long as he wasn't my father, he could ruin me however he wanted.

I smiled faintly, picked up the water, and drank it all down in one go. It burned down my throat like fire, but weirdly, it dulled the ache inside me. The ache from earlier. The ache that had Dave's name on it.

"Do you want more?" he asked, that deep voice laced with amusement.

I looked up, and his smile nearly undid me. His white teeth, his calm confidence... he didn't feel real. Was he an angel? Sent to erase my pain?

Since he showed up, I hadn't thought about my fiancé. Not once. Not about what Dave did to me. Not about how broken I felt. This stranger was filling up all the spaces Dave tore open.

I drank again, and again, unable to stop staring at the bulge in his pants.

"Staring won't pull my pants off," he said smoothly. "You'll have to do that with your hands."

I blinked. Wait, what?

He caught me.

Embarrassed, I looked away too late. I'd been caught red-handed or red-eyed, in this case. I tried to get up, staggering from the chair, needing to distance myself from him before I actually did what he said. My thighs were hot, my panties soaked. I still had dignity. I was still engaged and this behavior of mine is literally immoral.

Where the hell was Liam with that water? And where were my friends?

The club had emptied out without me noticing. No one around. Just me and him.

Was this a dream? A horny hallucination?

I blinked hard, pressing my hands against my eyes, trying to reset.

And then his arm wrapped around my waist. From behind. That scent lavender again wrapped around me as his body pressed into mine. I froze, every nerve in my body sparking like electricity.

I didn't need to turn to know it was him.

Why did he have to smell so good?

I wanted to pull away, to stop this madness. But then his warm breath brushed my neck, and I was melting again. He pulled me closer. We began to sway, slow and steady, as if the music had always belonged to us.

Then, he stopped. I gasped.

"Do you want to leave with me... to somewhere more private, sunshine?" he asked.

The heat between my legs surged. I was ready to tear my clothes off and beg him to fuck me.

I nodded.

"Can you walk?" he whispered.

No. I couldn't.

I shook my head.

He chuckled low and deep before sweeping me off the ground in his arms, princess-style. I let out a small, breathy cry. My soaked panties clung to me shamefully.

Outside, a silver Phantom Rolls Royce pulled up with quiet elegance. A man in black emerged, bowed, and opened the door.

"Follow the other car," my stranger ordered.

Once inside, he laid me gently on the seat, ensuring I was comfortable before climbing in next to me. The door shut, and the world faded.

His hand found my thigh. It trailed upward, slow and possessive. I shivered.

One moment we were silent. The next, I was on his lap, his arms wrapped around me, hands exploring. He spanked me lightly and chuckled when I gasped.

Our lips collided and I floated. His kiss was fire and silk, desperation and control. I felt his hand cupping my face, deepening the kiss, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

When he broke the kiss, I whimpered, only for it to be replaced with moans as he trailed kisses down my neck. He undid the top buttons of my shirt, exposing my shoulder, and kissed it gently. My hands wrapped around his neck, needing more.

His lips returned to mine demanding now. One hand slid over my breast, squeezing gently. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against me through my skirt, and I was dying to taste him. Without realizing it, my hand was stroking him through his pants.

"Yes, sunshine," he groaned into my mouth.

That voice...

I was gone.

When he broke the kiss again, I almost cried.

"Why did you stop?" I asked breathlessly.

He smiled.... God, that smile.

"Because we're home, sunshine."

Home.

I clung to him like the world would end if I let go.

And yet some part of me, some tiny voice fought to surface. You don't know this man. You're engaged.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this," I said weakly, trying to pull away.

He looked at me. Deep. Intense. Like he could see through me.

"I think you're drugged," he said calmly. "I don't fuck drugged women. I like my women sane when I fuck the life out of them. But I'll still make you cum until you beg me to stop."

His words alone made me wetter.

I kissed him again desperate, out of control.

And then, we were in his bedroom.

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I don't know when or how we got to his bedroom, but all I could feel was him ripping my clothes off like he'd been waiting a lifetime for this.

His hands started at my neck, one palm gently wrapping around my throat. Then, he let it slide lower... and lower.

In another world, he wouldn't be doing this to me.

But here, he tightened his grip just slightly around my neck, making me tremble as his hand slid down and cupped my breast. My eyes dropped, fixated on the way he groped it-claiming me, exploring me, like my body belonged to him.

His touch felt like magic, so good I almost flipped him over and shoved his face into my tits. But I didn't. I held back. I let him take control of my body... and drive me insane.

That was the goal, wasn't it?

To feel.

To be relieved of everything.

He moved to my other breast, gave it a firmer squeeze and I heard a muffled moan escape from my lips. I'd never moaned like this before. Not even with Dave. Everything felt new. Too new.

"Get your hands off your mouth. Now." His voice was firm, commanding sexy as fuck.

I obeyed without hesitation, lowering my hand from my lips, breath hitching.

My pink nipples were hard, swollen, and burning under the heat of his fingers. I felt like I'd been electrocuted by his touch. I jerked slightly at his grip.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned.

He pulled his left hand from my breast and brought it to my lips. "Open up," he whispered into my ear.

My lips parted. Slowly.

He slid two fingers into my mouth, feeling the inside wet, warm, and soft. I never imagined this could turn me on so much, but fuck, it did. It made me wild. My tongue swirled over his fingers and my mind spiraled into the image of his cock sliding down my throat.

He pulled his fingers out and smeared my spit over my nipple before letting his other hand trail down my body... down to pussy clenched before he even got there.

Then he brushed my clit and I quivered against him.

"How does that feel?" he asked, voice low and rough, his mouth at my ear as he sucked my earlobe.

"Ahh fuck... it-it feels... good," I gasped, pressing into his hand instinctively.

He brushed my clit again.

And again.

And again.

Then he pressed hard on that tiny sensitive spot, rubbing in tight, maddening circles.

"Fuck! That... I'm going to have another-" I couldn't even finish. I was too shy to say it aloud. But he knew. He wanted to hear it.

He licked my ear slowly and whispered, "You're going to cum. Right now. On my fingers."

"Yes!" I cried out as my thighs tensed and my orgasm ripped through me. He pushed my tits together in his left hand while my body arched.

"Yes! I'm going to cum on your fingers!" I whimpered again, breaking apart in his arms.

He watched me watched me come undone. It was the first time I'd ever cum like that in my life. Not with Dave. Not with anyone. With a complete stranger.

Shit.

Then he pushed his hand further between my thighs and fuck. I was dripping. The sheets were soaked.

"You're so wet, Sunshine," he groaned.

Still fondling my breast with one hand, he pulled me flush against him. I could feel his cock, rock-hard beneath his clothes, pressing into me.

"So wet... and I'm this hard for you," he groaned again, his voice thick with hunger.

He rubbed my pussy, spreading the wetness up to my clit.

"Oh my..." I gasped and instinctively covered my mouth again.

"Get your hands off," he said firmly.

I looked up at him with the sluttiest, yet shyest, eyes I'd ever worn.

He pulled my hand away, and I moaned still watching him.

"I feel so... dirty right now," I breathed as he played with my clit again, circling it before sliding down to rub along my folds.

I felt completely exposed.

Completely possessed.

And I had never felt this way before.

"Feeling dirty feels good, doesn't it? It feels so fucking good," he growled against my neck and then he spanked my wet pussy.

"Fuck!" I cried. That felt... divine.

"Liked that?" he asked, smacking it again.

More.

I needed more of that.

But I couldn't form the words. I just moaned louder this time. My body was acting slutty as hell, even though I still felt so shy.

"Do you like me slapping your pussy?" he rasped, slapping it again.

Did he really want me to say that?

"I... I..."

"Fucking say it."

"Do... Do it again. I'm going to cum again," I whimpered.

Instead of slapping me again, he slowly circled his fingers around my pussy, teasing, testing, torturing me with slow pleasure.

He kissed my neck, and the way he looked at me-it was like he was trying to resist something. Like he wanted to kiss me so bad he could hardly breathe.

But he paused.

"Look at me," he said.

I met his gaze.

And he claimed my lips, hard.

I kissed him back like I needed to taste him to survive. His lips were soft, wet, and laced with alcohol. He tasted like trouble and obsession. So addictive. So dangerous. So perfect.

I shoved my tongue into his mouth just as he slipped a finger inside me.

And I whimpered into his mouth.

Fuck. I fucking whimpered.

He spanked my pussy again and my body jerked.

"Please..." I moaned into his lips. The kiss was eating me alive, and so was the pressure building between my thighs.

It would be wrong to flip me over and fuck me right now.

Right?

That would be wrong...

"Tell me you like it," he growled.

My body begged for him. So I answered.

"Ah-yes! I like it! So do it again," I cried, trembling.

"Good girl," he moaned, spanking me one more time before pushing a finger back into my pussy.

"I-ah! Fuck!" My body thrashed against the sheets as he finger-fucked me, slow and deep.

"Cum for me, Sunshine. Like you fucking need it."

"Ahhh! Fuuuck!! Daddy I'm cumming again!" I cried out, my body clenching around him as my second orgasm shattered through me.

Two orgasms.

From his hands alone.

And did I just... call him Daddy?

"Aww... Daddy, huh?" he murmured with a teasing smirk as he kissed the corner of my mouth. "I like the sound of that."

I felt my lashes flutter, my chest rising and falling with every exhausted breath. My body felt boneless weak, wrecked, and soaked in satisfaction. I had my first and second orgasm today.

"I'm Felix, by the way," he whispered, his voice deep, gentle now. "And can I know my sunshine's name?"

But I couldn't respond. I was already drifting half-asleep, floating on a cloud of pleasure and disbelief. My lips parted to speak, but all that came out was a small breathy sigh. I just had a mind blowing sex, wait, we didn't really have sex, his cock never entered me, his fingers were what he used to take me to heaven. Just imagining the kind of paradise he will take me, made me wet.

Felix chuckled softly under his breath, brushing my damp hair away from my face with a tenderness that didn't match the wildness of what we'd just done. His fingers lingered there for a moment... then slowly slipped away.

I felt the bed shift as he got up, and I barely registered the soft sound of water running.

He was in the bathroom.

I could hear him moving, the low clink of glass, the rushing of warm water. I didn't open my eyes, just lay there, still throbbing, still buzzing, still trying to remember how the hell we got here-and how I would ever return to normal after this.

Then I heard his voice, low and rumbling from the bathroom doorway.

"Tomorrow... I'm going to enter you," he said, matter-of-factly. Like it was already decided. Like he was telling me the weather forecast. "I'll make you feel it..... every inch of me."

My eyes fluttered open slightly, my heart kicking hard in my chest despite how spent I felt.

My thighs instinctively clenched at the promise.

And then the water splashed again. The door creaked gently. The scent of soap and steam drifted into the room.

I lay there, completely undone, feeling the ghost of his hands on my skin.

Felix.

He had a name now.

But I didn't even remember giving him mine.

And yet... somehow, he already owned me.