One night stand with the handsome stranger

Chapter 3

BIANCA'S POV

Twenty minutes later, we were already at a motel. He didn’t spend more than a minute on the receptionist desk which made me think he already had a room reserved. Perhaps, he was a visitor in the city and was living here. He did look like one who could afford to live in a hotel his entire life.

We rode the elevator to another floor, but I couldn’t keep track because I was laughing uncontrollably, feeling like I was on a rollercoaster. It suddenly dinged, and we stumbled out like drunk teenagers about to go on a joyride. Well, mostly me; he was more concerned with keeping me from falling. He was my ride, and I planned to enjoy every moment with him tonight.

People passing by glanced at us, mostly me, likely assuming I was acting crazy with my hysterical behaviour. But I couldn’t care less.

Inserting his keys into a door labelled Room 152, he opened it and led me inside. Taking me to the bed, he had me sit on the edge, then knelt to take off my shoes.

“You should undress and relax first, or do you prefer…” he began to say but stopped as I went ahead with my plan to seduce him.

I preferred him to relaxing first.

I grabbed him greedily by the back of the neck and jammed my lips to his forcefully, passionately like I had been waiting a lifetime for those lips.

His lips were so warm and moist and succulent I could bite into them all day long. And the inside of his mouth, minty fresh and soft against mine. Though it took him by surprise, he didn’t pull away. He seemed like he was enjoying it as much as I did. And despite the fact I was drunk, the kiss still affected me – it sent the pit of my stomach swirling wildly, new spirals of ecstasy running through me.

After a while, he eventually pulled back and said, “Wow. That was quite a kiss.”

He held my shoulders, breathing as if he had just had a run. Clearly overwhelmed.

“You’re drunk,” he whispered hoarsely. “Trust me, you don’t want to do this.”

“Trust me, I do,” Gently, as I rose, I slid his hands down to my hips, then around the firm curves of my butt cheeks.

Standing on tiptoes, I planted peppery kisses on the sides and hollow of his neck. It was as challenging as it was rewarding.

I went ahead and started taking off his clothes, surprising him, but he didn’t stop me. Unbuckling his belt, I pulled down his pants, and when I saw the prominent bulge straining against his stretchy underwear, I gasped, pure desire gleaming in my eyes. I gently massaged it, observing his reaction as a muffled moan slipped from his lips. I smiled, happy with what I was achieving.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked again, his breath intense as I felt his bulge expanding underneath my hold. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I’m so fucking sure,” quickly, I pulled off his underwear, trying to control my reaction when I saw him fully exposed length. My entire body was aflame with desire, and at this point, I just wanted him to get on with it. “Now, can you stop talking already and get into action.”

I turned around and pushed my hair forward, letting it fall on my chest, signalling for him to help me in undressing.

He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the zipper. Then he warned, “Then don’t beg me to stop later.”

A seductive grin spread across my face as he undressed me entirely. The next thing I knew, he lifted me like Superman did whenever he saved Lois and laid me on the bed. And my reality transformed into a dream in the next moment.

*****

The constant buzzing and ringing of my phone in my purse rudely jolted me awake from my peaceful sleep. The noise echoed, and I grabbed my purse from where it was on the floor below me and rummaged through to find the noisy device, trying to silence the disturbance in the early morning calm.

I was about to turn off my phone and go back to sleep when I noticed Nina was the one calling. It turns out she had been trying to reach me since last night, with a whopping thirty-seven missed calls.

Feeling tired and annoyed, I reluctantly picked up the call. I was still upset with her for ditching me that night at the club for that male stripper.

“Hey, B,” she said quickly, sounding a bit scared and annoyed. “Where were you all night? I was worried sick. I’ve been calling since last night. At least, you could’ve answered or called me back to let me know you’re safe.”

I sighed deeply before replying.

“Sorry girl. I slept off. I was dead drunk and had to go home immediately before I passed out in the club.”

“You’re at home, right now?” She cut me short and sounded surprised, as though she wasn’t expecting me to be at home.

“Yes,” I fibbed. No chance I’d spill the beans about spending an amazing night at a motel with a handsome stranger. She’d freak out and want every detail. I didn’t have time for that as I had to get home and get ready to meet my future husband and his family. They were coming today, this morning to be exact.

“Ok,” she said, not completely convinced, but going along with it anyway. “I’ll come over to see you later. Goodbye, enjoy your day,” she quickly blew kisses into the phone and hung up.

“Bye,” I hung up too and tossed my phone on the bed.

Suddenly, I realized I was the only one in bed, and the hot stranger had disappeared. Wow! that quick? He didn’t even say goodbye. But whatever, I didn’t need it.

I saw I was wearing his shirt, feeling a small smile. I got up and faced the full-length mirror in the room.

I’m pretty sure it’s his shirt from last night. It’s big on me, but I kind of like that. It still smells nice, like soap and pine – the scent I now associate him with.

Last night was really great – one of the best I’ve had in a while. It felt like a dream, maybe even more. Only the love bites on my body showed that we had very passionate sex. Remembering more details of it, made my face heat up. But whatever, it was just a one-night thing. I was drunk, and I won’t see him again.

My phone rang again, snapping me out of my reverie. I groaned in annoyance. Who could it be now? I sighed and rolled my eyes when I saw it was my dad.

Heavens please let him tell me what I wanted to hear – something like due to some reason, my future husband and his family couldn’t make it today and will come back…never!

As my dad’s cheerful, slightly hoarse voice echoed from the phone, my face soured like vinegar.

“Hello honey, where are you? Come back quick and prepare, your husband and his family will be here soon.”