One Night Stand Right After A Breakup.

For a few seconds, the man was silent and his expression unreadable. Noelle nearly thought he was going to reject, or worse, call her crazy, but then a smirk crept along his lips.

“And why would you ask me that?” He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to study her.

“Because I want to have a one-night stand and you look like the perfect candidate.” Noelle answered, bluntly, allowing her eyes take in his features once more.

He was indeed a hottie; she could admit that a thousand times without shame.

“A one-night stand, huh?” The man let out a low chuckle and Noelle found herself gulping at the sound. “What makes you think I’ll agree?”

“Well, you’re here, aren’t you? And you have been staring at me since I arrived.” She pointed out, feeling more confident than usual, thanks to the alcohol.

“Maybe I’m just a fan of beauty.” The man countered.

“Maybe.” Noelle shrugged. “Or maybe you’re interested.” She leaned forward, exposing more of her cleavage than the low cut dress she wore for her stupid relationship anniversary, already allowed.

The man's gaze flickered down for a second before meeting hers once again.

“So, what do you say, Mister? This is a win-win situation, Yes?” She pressed, holding his gaze.

The man was silent for a moment, as if contemplating her offer. The silent lasted longer than she would have liked and just when she had began regretting and blaming this new bold attitude of hers on the alcohol, the handsome stranger spoke up again.

“How can I say no to a beautiful woman such as yourself?”

His answer surprised her, but before Noelle could respond, the man got up from his seat and offered his hand.

“Let’s go then.”

Noelle hesitated for a brief moment, still not sure if she should actually go through with this, but then her rationale came to a screeching halt and in one swift motion, the night’s event flashed in her mind, reminding her of the pain she wanted to forget.

And that was all the push Noelle needed, her doubts forgotten as she grasped the man’s hand and stood up, ready for a night of fighting pain with pleasure.

~•~

From the outside, the hotel was small and discreet, but the room was like of that befitting a king, which was exactly what Noelle wanted.

As soon as they entered the room, she turned to face the man.

“So, Mister, how should we do this?” She asked, seemingly calm on the surface, but her heart was racing under the influence of alcohol and first time trial at something like a one night stand.

The man took a step towards her, looking down at her with an unreasonable expression. “Why don’t we start by getting to know each other’s name.”

Noelle blinked, caught off guard. “Name?”

“Yes. If we’re going to have sex, I’d rather have a name to go with your face.” The man replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Noelle stared at him, wondering if this was a joke, but the man’s gaze never wavered, and his expression remained neutral.

Finally, she decided to give in.

“Noelle.” She said curtly.

The man smiled, his blue eyes flashing with something akin to amusement. “Noelle.” He murmured and she felt her body shiver ever so slightly from the way he had called her name.

“It’s a beautiful name.” He complimented, before adding. “Wally.”

“Alright then, Wally,” Noelle began. “Shall we get started?”

“If you’re ready.” The man responded.

With that, he reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm.

Noelle shivered at the contact, a tingle running down her spine. She bit her lower lip, her eyes locked on his, silently anticipating his next move.

The man's lips curved Into a small smile, his blue eyes darkening with desire. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her cheek, before capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

The sensation of his lips against hers sent a jolt through Noelle, and although stiff and hesitant at first, she later moaned softly and pressed her body closer to his.

Her hands came up to rest on his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt, while his hand travelled down to the small of her back, pulling her even closer.

She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and it sent a rush of excitement through her body.

Noelle parted her lips, allowing the man’s tongue to slip into her mouth and explore. His kisses were soft and teasing, and soon she found herself moaning against his lips, her body arching into his touch.

Before long, they had ended up in the bedroom, the lights dimmed and the air filled with the sound of heavy breathing.

Noelle’s back hit the soft bed and she gazed up at the man towering above her, a sense of anticipation coursing through her.

He gazed down at her with a mix of lust and reverence, his blue eyes darkening even further. He slowly began to undress, his movements slow and sensual, revealing a body that was all hard muscle and tan skin neatly covered in captivating tattoos.

Noelle swallowed, her gaze roving over his toned chest and abs. She had seen plenty of attractive men in her life, but this one, even when he looked like he was in his late thirties, took the cake.

She bit her lower lip, a surge of heat rising in her core as she imagined what it would feel like to have his body pressed against hers, his skin touching hers.

The man chuckled, a low and sexy sound, and Noelle realized she had said her thought out loud. Immediately, her face flushed, but she didn’t look away.

“Like what you see?” Wally asked, his voice low and husky, while his hands got to work, slowly and derisively stripping her.

Noelle nodded, her breath catching in her throat as his fingers grazed her sensitive skin. She let out a moan when he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“It’s good to know,” He breathed, his lips ghosting over her neck, trailing a path of fire with each kiss. “That we share mutual thoughts.”

He took his time, savoring the taste and feel of her skin, and Noelle could do nothing but arch into his touch, her body craving more.

Soon, she was completely bare, her clothes scattered on the floor. Wally’s gaze raked over her, taking in her nakedness.

Noelle felt a rush of excitement and self-consciousness, her cheeks heating up at the intensity of his gaze.

For a split second, she wanted to go back on her offer and hide behind the sheets. But as soon as his hands brushed over her clit, every and all thoughts of that regret, went flying out the window.

Her head tipped back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers slid over her slick folds, teasing her, and driving her wild with desire.

“Quit being such a tease,” She hissed. “It’s driving me crazy.”

“Let’s fix that then.”

Wally shifted, and Noelle felt his cock pressing against her entrance.

She inhaled sharply, anticipation and need coursing through her. Wally held her gaze, his blue eyes dark and full of desire, before he slowly pushed himself into her.

Noelle moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as his thick cock filled her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but grip the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric.

Wally moved slowly at first, his thrusts long and deep, and his movements deliberate. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her body, her toes curling in delight.

He picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent and needy, and Noelle matched him, her hips bucking against his.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the scent of their sweat and passion.

The pressure inside her was building, and soon Noelle could feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing and her toes curling.

Wally grunted, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

Finally, Noelle let out a cry as her climax hit her, waves of pleasure washing over her, and her whole body trembled with ecstasy.

Wally grunted, his grip tightening on her hips, and she felt his cock pulsate inside her, before his release followed.

But he did not pull out, rather, his member seem to swell even bigger, surprising Noelle.

“W-what are you doing?” She stammered.

“Well, you made an offer, right? One night stand, and last I checked, the night still pretty young. So,” hooking her leg on his shoulder, he pushed himself even deeper and smirked when a strangled gasp slipped out from Noelle’s throat. “Let’s make the most of it.”

~•~

The morning light streaming through the curtains was enough to wake Noelle. She groaned, her head throbbing with a dull ache. She rolled onto her side, her eyes fluttering open, and the memories from the previous night came flooding back to her.

With a start, she sat up and glanced at her side, frowning when she saw the peaceful sleeping figure of the stranger she has slept with last night.

With a more sober mindset, Noelle realized that the stranger…whatever he said his name was, was much more handsome than she gave him credit for. She would have taken the opportunity to drool over his handsomeness, had it not been for the internal conflict she was having.

A one night stand right after a breakup?

What had she been thinking?!

Noelle cursed under her breath, berating herself for her foolishness, as she slipped off the bed and quickly gathered her things.

As she was getting dressed, her eyes landed on a piece of paper and pen.

An idea popped into her head, and she quickly scribbled a note, leaving it, along with a few dollar bills of gratitude, on the bedside table.

As she walked towards the door, Noelle stopped and glanced back at the sleeping man.

One last time, her eyes travelled over his features, his handsome face, tousled hair and well sculptured body. He was definitely her type.

Perhaps, if they had met in different circumstances, they could have had a chance. But as it stood, their relationship was based on nothing but a one night stand, a transaction of pleasure.

And that was all it was ever going to be.

She turned away, leaving the room and the man behind, never looking back.

Unbeknownst to her, the moment she stepped out, the eyes of her mystery one night stand, opened.