When the cab driver dropped me off, I stood in front of a tall building in Miami Beach. It was a tower of luxury apartments.

I told the doorman who I was looking for, and he phoned up. I waited until he told me I could go up.

My luck, he’ll have a girl here, I thought, as I rode the elevator to nearly the top of the building.

Part of me told myself that would be a good thing—it would pop the fantasy bubble I’d been living in. But another part of me—and probably the more realistic part—told myself that would be a very bad thing. A thing that was more devastating than it probably should be, considering that Hanson and I had only slept together once.

So far.

Okay, I definitely didn’t want him to be with another girl. I needed him to be available to make me feel good.

When I stepped out of the elevator, Hanson’s front door was open, and he stood there in his boxers. I looked him up and down. Every inch of his body was sculpted and muscular, and his hair was tousled like he’d been pushing his hands into it.

“You naughty girl. It’s late,” he said.

“I know.” 

I tried to nod very somberly, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Then he did too.

I walked toward him, focusing on putting one foot straight in front of the other. When I stood in front of him, Hanson looked at me very closely.

“Are you drunk?” he asked.

I didn’t know why I shook my head. I smiled at him, feeling like a teenager who had been up to no good.

Hanson’s eyes rested on mine. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I stepped closer to him, brushing my hands against his cock through his boxers and kissing him lightly on the lips.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t do this,” he said.

He was saying no to me? But his pupils were dilated, and when I glanced down, his erection strained against his boxers.

“Since when have you listened to me, or anyone for that matter?” I asked him.

I stood on my toes and pressed my lips against his again, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing the length of my body against his.

“Good point. That was supposed to be my line. But you knock me off my game.”

From that point on, he didn’t hesitate. He wrapped one arm around me and dragged me into his apartment, shutting the door behind me. He kissed me hard, his hands in my hair and his hips pressing against mine.

“God, Lacey,” he mumbled against my lips.

“Take me,” I whispered.

He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I didn’t have a lot of time or the mind to look at my surroundings. I was aware of a lot of square feet and expensive furniture.

In the bedroom, Hanson turned and kissed me again. I pulled off my shirt and took off my jeans, stripping off my clothes to offer myself to Hanson.

“I thought you were only seeing me on Friday,” he said when I pulled down his boxers.

His cock sprang free, and I wrapped my fingers around him. I had been missing it. I needed it. He groaned.

“Shut up, Bell,” I said, and moved my hand up and down, mimicking sex. “I need something from you. I need this.”

I couldn’t do it for very long before he pressed himself against me, making it hard for me to move my hand. He moved forward until my back hit the wall. I shivered, the cold concrete against my back giving me goosebumps. I didn’t think about it for long.

Hanson hiked up my leg again the way he had before. This time, I was naked. He put on a condom while I waited impatiently.

Finally, he bent his knees a little and pushed his cock right into me. I cried out. He had me pinned against the wall, a little off balance with just one foot touching the ground, and he started pumping into me. The sex was rough and fast and about nothing more than getting off.

It was exactly what I needed.

He played with my clit while his cock fucked me. His fingernails gripped into my ass cheeks, desperately, frantically. An orgasm built up in me hard and fast, and before I knew it, I was tumbling into climax, gasping and crying out, clawing at his shoulders.

I was barely done when he swung me around, pulling out long enough to get me on the bed before he was on top of me, pushing into me again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, absorbing his movements as he pumped into me.

“I love to look down at your hot little pussy,” he said, and both of us watched him go in and out of me.

“I love watching your big cock fuck me,” I told him.

I orgasmed again, falling apart beneath him, trusting that he would pick up the pieces. Finally, he orgasmed, too, his body jerking inside me, emptying himself out. He groaned in my ear, and his body was taut. His muscles flexed as his body spasmed.

When he was done, he shuddered before he rolled off me, slipping out and then taking his condom off. He lay next to me and traced my body with his fingertips. He ran his fingers over my nipples, which responded by tightening up. He traced my ribs, slid his hand to my navel, and then to my hip bone before he moved back up again to repeat the pattern.

I looked at him. His eyes met mine, and we looked at each other without saying anything for a while. I moved closer, kissing him again.

We made out like teenagers, doing nothing other than tasting each other, our tongues rolling around and around. Slowly, I felt him harden against my body, getting ready for round two.

And I was right there with him. He rolled onto his back, and I got on top of him, straddling him. He handed me a condom and I rolled it onto his cock. Then I lowered myself so that I was on his cock, but he wasn’t inside me.

I kissed his chest, moving my body, teasing him. I slid up and down, rubbing myself against him. I listened to his breathing. It became shallow and quick. He was rock hard beneath me again.

I reached between our bodies and held him, positioning him before I sat down on him. I groaned when he entered me. My body was sensitive after round one, but I wanted more. I moved back and forth slowly, picking up the pace. I moved my hips back and forth, rocking my body and working up an appetite for another orgasm.

Hanson’s eyes were on my breasts. I leaned forward so they swung back and forth while I bucked my hips. He stared at them like he was hypnotized. There was something powerful about being on top of a man, being in control.

I found a rhythm and something primal took over. I rocked harder and faster. My knees rubbed on the sheet, the skin getting sensitive. I didn’t care. I was going to see this through.

The orgasm built, slowly this time. My clit rubbed against Hanson’s pubic bone, and it pushed everything into a new gear.

Waves of ecstasy washed over me, and I struggled to keep myself up. My core clenched, and the orgasm took over. I curled into a ball on Hanson’s chest. He put his hands on my hips and bucked beneath me, pumping into me.

I cried out. The sudden speed kicked my orgasm up to new heights. Hanson let out a cry and exploded inside of me, with the condom forming a protective barrier as his body was  jerking and spasming beneath mine while we came together.

I collapsed onto his chest, and Hanson’s arms wrapped around me, holding me there. Fatigue overwhelmed me, and I rolled off Hanson, lying in a ball next to him. He nudged me so that I rolled over.

Then he pulled me against him so that my back was against his chest. He pulled the sheets over us. I closed my eyes. He took off the condom.

The alcohol and orgasm had taken over, and I was spent. I let sleep engulf me.