What the hell am I doing?

I’m going home with Weston. This is actually happening.

He’s practically a stranger. I don’t know anything about him. But then again, I suppose that’s how one-night stands work. Everyone gets off and goes home, hopefully happy, and then you never see each other again.

My stomach is a swarm of butterflies and misfiring neurons. Jesus, I can’t believe I let him talk to me the way he does, but I can’t help myself. There’s something about—him. It’s like he’s serious, but he’s not. I definitely believe he wants to do all the things he says, but there’s this swagger or confidence about him that’s magnetic.

As he leads me to the car waiting out front for us, I know two things. Weston is attractive, and this feels right. I need this. I want it. I want him to take me back to his place and fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. I’ve gone far too long without sex, and when it’s over I can call a cab and go home. Return to my life of routine. It’s as simple as rebooting a computer. It’ll take care of my needs for a while, give me a clean slate.

He can be the story I tell girlfriends about for the rest of my life. The one time I did so and so on New Year’s, blah blah.

Maybe all the champagne has gone to my head but when we get in the car, I slip my panties down my legs and shove them in his face.

To my surprise, he doesn’t miss a beat and takes them in his mouth. He pulls me onto his lap and undoes his zipper. He stuffs my underwear in his pocket as he smirks at me. “Dirty little girl.” His finger finds its way inside me, and I gasp when he adds a second one. I can’t believe I’m doing this. My brain tells me to slow down but my body screams fuck me right now.

He removes his fingers and I clench around the air, missing the warmth of our connection. Bringing his hand up to his mouth he licks each finger, slowly, like he’s savoring the taste of my arousal.

“You have no idea how hard I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Wait.” I stop him as his dick presses against my slit, so close to being inside me. God do I want him, but I need to stop being rash and think for a minute.

“What?” He growls the word, biting at my lip. I can taste myself on him and my pussy fucking contracts. It’s such a damn turn on.

“Condom.” I barely breathe out the word.

“Nope.”

His mouth latches onto mine. I deepen the kiss, grinding my pussy over the head of his cock, unable to resist.

“On the pill?”

“Yes.” I hiss the word as his cock parts my entrance.

He raises his eyebrows at me. No matter how forceful or dirty he’s been all night, he still waits for my reaction. There’s something extremely hot about how confident and playful he is, yet he still respects my boundaries.

I nod, unable to even think straight anyway. Fuck it. Wild night out. Bad decisions. I never do anything like this.

That smirk returns to his face.

He shoves me down on his cock as he drives up into me with his hips.

I suck in the largest breath of my life at the sudden intrusion and bite down on his shoulder. Fuck, he’s so thick and long. I’m so turned on that my body eagerly stretches for him, taking him all the way in.

His hand presses down on my shoulder as a guttural grunt catches in his throat.

His hands find my hips and he digs his fingers into them, then looks up at me with hooded eyelids. “God, I’ve been waiting for this tight little pussy.”

I whimper into his neck as he hits me with fast and deliberate strokes. He angles his cock just right, finding all my hidden spots.

I don’t know what it is that has me insanely attracted to this man. As I ride his lap in the back of his car, I don’t have a care in the world other than getting off. My orgasm rocks into me hard. A ripple pulses through my body and I shudder.

He pulls my ear down to his mouth. “Didn’t take long for you to come all over that cock, did it?”

I shake my head. It’s all I can do as I clamp down and squeeze on him. “Fuck, West—” My voice cracks.

My pussy doesn’t want to release him, ever.

Before long I’m bouncing up and down, riding him again. I want to make him come so bad.

His hand snakes into my hair and he balls it into a fist. He’s nothing but a fury of tense muscles and hard cock. I feel him twitch inside me, and he pulls it out.

I roll off to the side, and he angles himself over. “Show it to me. Show me that pussy.”

I spread my legs without even thinking, wide open and exposed. He stares at it, stroking his cock furiously. He angles his cock down and grunts, then shoots hot come straight onto it, lashing me with every spurt.

“Fucking hell.” He groans and fucks into his fist a few more times.

Some of his warm load shoots across my ass, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

He stills for a moment, chest heaving—and the way he looks at me. It’s like he just marked his territory. Something about it is very primal, raw—just a hundred percent male.

His breathing finally slows, and his gaze is still pinned right on me. He pulls my panties from his pocket and cleans me up with them. I sit there, letting him, mind still fuzzy from the ridiculous orgasm he gave me.

“Didn’t need these anyway.” He tosses my defiled underwear onto the floorboard.

I shake my head at him, and crawl seductively back onto his lap, straddling him on his seat.

Our foreheads touch as we both still struggle a little with our breathing.

“That was—”

“Perfect. But just a warm-up. When I get you upstairs I’m going to run you a bath and feed you strawberries.”

“Careful, you almost sound like a gentleman.”

“Then I’m going eat your pussy until you can’t see straight.”

“And, he’s back.” I grin and lean forward for a kiss.

I didn’t even notice the car had stopped moving. I look to the right and see we’re parked in front of that building where the cab dropped him last night.

As we exit the car, I feel a bit on the dirty hooker side with the remnants of his come coating my inner thighs.

The building he lives in is similar to Misty’s but quite a bit nicer.

A doorman gives us a nod, telling us to enjoy the rest of our night.

Blush creeps up my cheeks as I hope he doesn’t think I am, in fact, a dirty hooker.

In the elevator Weston pushes me up against the wall and slams his mouth down on mine.

He inserts his fingers in me, smearing his leftover come all over my pussy. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

I want to tell him the feeling is mutual but can’t seem to find my voice. I wonder if that’s what life is like for all of Weston’s women, nothing but gasps and orgasms? I can’t concentrate on much else other than what he’s doing to me right now.

Shock fills me when the elevator comes to a halt and we stop at the penthouse.

I push my curiosity down. This isn’t about getting to know him. This is about two strangers meeting a desire in one another. It’s a sexual contract. One night. No strings.

But, I can’t help but ask myself the same question over and over.

Will one night be enough?