Chapter 3: One Night Stand

"Let's go," he invited with sa cold voice. 

His hotted hand slightly trace my hips to my waist before draping it over so he can guide me out of that place. I was a bit drunk and tipsy so I would easily stumble to some things. 

He's tall and very manly, his hair was longer that the normal haircut for boys but it only made his face more perfect. His jaw was sharp and grayish with the obvious shaving of stubble. His nose was tall and complimented his high cheekbones. I don't know if I'm still at my own self but I never felt this heated before.

I giggled even if nothing was funny. All the alcohol I drunk was dominating me and making me do a lot of crazy things. 

"What's funny?" 

We both stppped at the fire exit and I reached for his face again so I can feel his lips for a kiss. I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and he was unresponsive at first, but when I start humming and loving how he tastes, I felt him grip my waist, pulling me closer to him until we were literally making out with clothes on. 

"I'm just wondering if you have a girlfriend, fiancee or a wife to cheat on." I trace my lips from his cheeks to his jaw and just stopped when I didn't received an answer. "What?"

"Do I look like the kind to cheat?" His grim expression and cold voice could've frighten me if I was in my right state. 

"All men are. That's why I jate marriage. Other than is sucks and won't give me the freedom I deserve, it is so rare to find a partner who will never cheat on you." I bit lower lip and stared at his eyes for too long. 

"What about you? Are you also using me to cheat?" He slowly let his fingers glide from my waist, up to my stomach until it reaches my ribs and chest. 

I closed my eyes when I felt an unfamiliar sensation that I didn't felt whenever Louis and I kiss each other. I was waiting for him to touch my sensitive spot that was desperately waiting for attention, and when his thumb finally caressed the nub on my left breast, I shivered. He massaged it slowly using a single finger yet it was sending me to bliss.

"So… are you cheating?" He asked again and danger was visible in his voice. 

"What if I am?" Those words slip out from my lips as a moan. My hand was gripping his shirt tightly as I held unto him for my dear life. "Ohhh!" I moaned when with one smooth move, he finally freed my breast from my dress and now both of his hands are doing wonder on my sensitivity. 

"Then let's use each other and cheat together." 

After his statement, I opened my eyes and saw him leaning down to lick my earlobe. He gently trace his hot tongue from the side of my cheeks down to my neck and suck it deliriously like there's no tommorow. I'm sure he was leaving a lot of marks on my neck but I couldn't care less. 

"Let's continue this somewhere else." He let go of me and pulled me by my wrist.

Disappointment and emptiness filled me when he also fixed my clothes and made me wear his button down shirt to cover my nakedness. We ride his car and we couldn't stop ourselves from touching each other until we finally arrived at his unit. We were still at the door, entering, when I grip my butt and told me to wrap my thigh around his waist. 

We shared a ferocious and wild kisses until we're inside his room. It was immediately filled with my moans and his grunts. I felt his other hand behind me, stopping me from falling on the bed even when I was so ready to bend for him.

I wasn't only cheating with my boyfriend but also to my future husband, which my really my plan. Louis and I didn't have a proper break up but our last conversation was when I couldn't escape the mansion and he was sick of waiting for me. He told me that he wants to break up but I begged him to wait for me so we can talk. 

I was panting and moaning loudly when I felt him rip the shirt he made me borrow. It didn't hurt me particularly because of his lips, averting the pain to pleasure. He started sucking and licking my nub, giving it all the attention it deserve and I writhe in pleasure. 

I grip his hair and press him more to me especially when I felt his left hand caressing the center of my thigh and feeling my wetness. 

He groaned while my nipples are still inside his mouth. "Fuck, you're dripping wet." His teeth slightly caressed my tips as he talked and it added more to the sensation.

"I know, continue, please." My mouth gape open and my eyes shut close when he started drawing a circular motion at my mostly sensitive spot. I was biting my lower lip to avoid my loud moans. 

"Are you on pill?" He asked darkly as he smoothly pulled my panty off. 

I was on the verge of coming when he asked that question. His lips stopped working on my breasts but his fingers was already pushing inside, collecting my juices and using to make me droll. 

My perfectly manicured nails scrape his back before it buried down as I embrace him after I felt my body trembling when I felt my first release. "Ohh… oh my gosh." 

He cursed on my ear when he felt me shaking while his finger was casually gliding in between. I was breathing heavily when he stood from on top of me. I followed him as he went to the bedside table and took a condom. 

"Do you want me to use?" He showed me the packet and I nod. I am not taking pills and I don't want my parents to know about this rebellious thing I was doing. 

He opened his fly casually and let his jeans and boxer fall down on the ground. My eyes widened and the urge to back out woke me up. Shit! It's so huge! From looking at his perfectly aroused and hard manhood, I averted my eyes to him and danger was visible in his gorgeous eyes. 

"W-Will it fit me?" I nervously asked, causing him to let out a fit of laughter. He used his teeth to open the packet of condom before putting it on his own length.

I swallow the lump in my throat when he started massaging his own and then hovering on top of me, back to his position earlier.

"As long as your flexible, it'll fit." 

If I doesn't get to choose who to marry, then I won't let them choose whom I'll be giving myself to either. Hugo Warren might be something who can have whatever he wants, but I'll make sure that he won't get my virginity.

Or I was just really eager to pull my pride up after my parents crushed it in front of me.

***

Disrespectable.

That is the only word I could use to describe the pleasurable night I shared with a stranger. It was torrid, alright. But the way he stopped and cursed after knowing that it was my first time was so embarrassing. He was too hard and ready to even stop pumping at my clenching and tight womanhood. But it wasn't what made the whole night a havoc because after the night we shared, he doesn't look happy and was disappointed that he did it with me, a virgin. 

Reaching out for my phone on the floor, I check the time and saw that it was still five in the morning. He didn't say that je didn't like it but his whole face showed. Though we ended up after three rounds and he didn't even give mercy at his hard and intense thrust. He was irresistible.

"I need to go." My sex still hurt and my head was spinning dizzy. 

He raised a brow at me as he stood beside me naked, I have to avoid looking at his still engorged morning wood and busied myself with checking the messages my brothers and parents sent me, looking for me. 

"Are you sure? Don't you want to cuddle? Cuddling is important for first timer." He doesn't sound sincere and it's insulting me. I felt like a junior student who was being bullied by seniors. 

I should call this as the biggest mistake that I made but I really can't call it that way. I did enjoy everything that happened to us last night. I can still remember his skin on mine and the way he pound on me–

"Shit!" I shook my head to get the thoughts off and swiftly took my clothes from the floor. 

I heard him whistled when I collected my clothes naked, my tips were still hard and my freshly trimmed sex was on view. I lift my dress and lacey panty up, only to see all of them ripped and broken. 

I glared at his direction and was welcome with a boyish grin on his lips. "Look what you did!" I showed him my ripped clothes, leading him to let out a sexy chuckle.

"Oh, so you're blaming everything to me? May I remind you that are the one who initiated." He pointed out and used both of his arms as pillow.

That's when I noticed how great his body was. The way his triceps moved and stretched. The muscles on his abdomen and his ripped chest that was pressing unto me last night. His lower body was covered with a thick comforter but even that couldn't hide his enormous beasts in between his thigh.

"But I didn't tell you to rip it off!" I shouted again as soon as I woke up from reverie. I give my attention back to my clothes with a hope that I can still fix it, but a minute has finally come to an end and it was literally broken. "Ugh! I hate you!" 

And because I was so pissed, I threw my clothes towards him. My dress landed at the bed but my panty landed exactly on his face. I cursed myself inside when he casually lift it up with a smirk.

"Give it back." My whole face was literally red from blushing and embarrassment. 

I heard him click his tongue with a chuckle but I keep my eyes piercing and glaring at him. 

"Nah, I want to keep it as a remembrance for my first virgin."