One Night Stand

Bella

He took the wine from me and hurriedly gulped down the rest, with me still glued to his body.

I couldn't wait anymore, so I covered his mouth with mine, and he received my tongue happily. I slid my hands into the opening of his shirt and massaged his shoulders and chest gently.

I could taste the wine in his saliva, and I swallowed it without thinking, enjoying every moment of this.

He slowly unzipped my dress, and it fell freely to the floor. I was thankful for the kind of dress I had gotten because it made the session fast-paced and enjoyable.

My breasts were free, and he gasped at the sight.

“Oh, Bella. How could someone be careless with you?”

I moaned as he grabbed one of them and squeezed it lightly. He circled my nipples with one of his fingers while kissing me.

“How did he know my name?”

In a minute, his lips left mine and traced their way from my neck to my chest to my nipples.

“Mmm,” I moaned in fulfillment as he sucked and licked.

My nipples grew pink and hard as he created circles around them, leaving moist traces of saliva, which gave me chills when the wind came in through the window.

His phone rang, and he took it out but ignored it.

“Is that your girlfriend?” I asked intrusively.

“It's work,” he answered gently.

He was so patient with me, and I loved it. Hardin will probably have yelled at me for interfering in his business.

The call came in again, and this time, he excused himself to go answer it.

He moved to a corner of the room, and as I waited while hearing words that I couldn't make out, I continued creating circles around my firm nipples.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized as he returned. “But I have to go do some work in my room. It's very important.”

I bit my lower lip in disappointment.

“He can't leave me like this!”

I stood up and grabbed him from his shoulders with one hand and slowly started removing his buttons with the other, maintaining eye contact with him.

He didn't stop me, nor did he try to resist, and he just kept looking at me with his mouth slightly open.

My heart skipped a beat as his eyes darkened.

He led me to the couch and put me in a lying position.

He finally took his shirt off!

“Gosh!” I shouted in my head as I saw his six-pack abs. His chest was even bigger than I thought, and I could be here all day.

He leaned into my face; his warm breath drove me crazy.

He was so hard, and his hardness pressed on my thighs. I thought Hardin was huge, but this was massive! His fingers traced up and down my thighs, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I suddenly freaked out.

“Wait!” I said, holding his hands and stopping him.

“I don't think I can do this; I'm sorry.”

“You want to leave me like this?” He took my hands and dragged them in between his thighs so I could feel his length.

He watched my Adams's apple bob as I swallowed hard, and a wry smile played across his face.

“That’s exactly what scares me.”

“I thought you were a hard lady. Are you chickening out?” He said it with his brows raised.

“You'll be fine, okay? I'll be gentle,” he whispered into my ear, giving it a little bite that made me squeal.

The heat our bodies produced made us sweaty, and his flesh stuck to mine.

To think that I didn't even know the name of the man that was making my head swell.

I saw his pupils dilate as he looked at me.

“You're so beautiful. Even with your messy hair and washed-out mascara.”

I teared up as he said those words. I didn't care if it was his penis talking, but those were soothing after everything I had been through today. It didn't matter if this wasn't right; he made it feel perfect.

I let the stranger do what he wanted with me.

True to his words, he was gentle enough to not rip my organs apart but good enough to leave me sore and exhausted.

His thrusts were breathtaking. I mean, they left me breathless, literally.

When he was done with me, we were both completely exhausted, and I just lay on top of him as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. His chest was the perfect pillow.

“What's your name?” I asked him when I remembered that I knew nothing about him.

He chuckled deeply. The sounds were music to my ears.

“Don't you think it will ruin the whole idea of revenge sex? It's just a one-off thing, right?”

“Or would you like it to continue?” He said this, rubbing my lips with one of his fingers.

“It's a one-off thing, but I'll still like to know the name of the man I just had the best sex of my life with.”

“No surprise there,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

“Not fair!” I shouted gently, playing with his hair. “You know mine.”

“That's because this is your wedding.”

My expression changed immediately, and my countenance fell.

“I didn't want to remember all of that, but thanks.”

His large hands slid to the small of my back, and he massaged me.

I guess that was his way of saying sorry. I realized that he was never going to tell me his name, and I didn't bother him any further.

After a while, I stood up and walked to the chair where my purse was. I opened it and removed a few bucks.

“Here, this is for your service. I included a tip for doing such a great job.”

He chuckled gently, and his eyes darkened with a weird smile. He collected it after a few seconds.

I walked to the closet to wear something else because there was no way I was ever going to touch that wedding dress again.

“My name is Xander Rivera.”