The Two Week Stand by Samantha Towle

twelve

Dillon

Yes? What the hell, Dillon?! You were supposed to say no.

Oh, who am I kidding? I was always gonna say yes. Look at him, for fuck’s sake. I’d have to be crazy to say no to sex with him.

Those full lips of his pull up into a smile, and I almost come on the spot. His hand reaches out and grabs hold of mine. I’m tugged inside his villa. The door is closed, and I’m pushed up against it.

My breath whooshes out of me.

I’ve never been manhandled like this before. I really like it.

West presses his body up against mine. And it’s fucking heaven. He feels so good. Hard against my soft. Except for my nipples. They’re very much hard.

West stares down at me. His lips so very close to mine. “Are you sure you’re okay with everything we discussed? Just sex and no contact after we leave here?”

I feel his warm breath against my skin.

I swallow and lick my lips. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Good.”

Then, he kisses me.

And holy hell.

We both dive straight into the kiss. There’s no sweeping brushes of lips or gentle pecks.

This is an I’m kissing you like I really wanna fuck you kiss.

The feel of his mouth against mine is amazing. His lips are soft yet firm.

He tastes of toothpaste and utter sin. He smells like sex and the ocean. He’s in all of my senses. It’s overwhelming but in the best kind of way.

Total aphrodisiac.

But to be fair, he could just stand in front of me, fully clothed, and I’d get turned on. Because hello, hotness.

When his tongue touches mine, I feel sparks shoot through me.

Kind of like when the battery dies on your car, so you put jumper cables on it and use another car to get it going. That’s what West is doing to me. Charging me with his jumper cables.

And that sounds really lame. So, yeah, never say that out loud to him.

But whatever it is that I’m feeling right now, it’s exhilarating, and all he’s doing is kissing me.

I never felt like this when Tim kissed me.

West kisses like he knows exactly what he wants … me.

Why the hell am I thinking about my ex right now?I’m wrapped around the most physically beautiful man I have ever seen in my real life. And on television.

My hands slide up that hard chest of his, and my arms loop around his neck. His skin is so much softer than I expected. But his muscles are as hard as I thought they would be.

I wiggle closer to him. Our bodies are already pressed together, but I need to get closer to him. Impossibly close.

West’s arm goes around my waist, pinning me to his body. His other hand grabs a handful of my hair, tilting my head back slightly, taking control of the kiss.

I hear a whimper and realize that it came from me.

God, I love the way he kisses. Lush and deep. He kisses with meaning. Telling me that this kiss is leading to somewhere really fucking good.

The hand around my waist slides down to my butt, gripping it, and he urges me up onto my tiptoes.

I feel so tiny compared to him.

He’s so fucking built. I’ve never been with a man as big as him. It’s probably stupid to think, but he makes me feel girlie. Feminine. And I really like it.

His other hand leaves my hair and grips my other butt cheek. He lifts me, and my legs go around his waist.

We don’t even break the kiss.

He presses me back against the door. His lips move from mine, kissing down my neck. He starts thrusting his hard dick against me, sucking on a sensitive spot on my neck. The sounds coming from me are unintelligible.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, trailing his tongue over the swell of my breasts.

My hands slide into his hair, and I tug his mouth back to mine, and then we’re kissing again.

His hand moves up my side and under my top.

His fingers trail just below my breast. My braless breasts. I came over here, forgetting that I had no bra on. Because I was in bed, and really, who wears a bra to bed? Not me—that’s for sure.

When his fingers touch the bottom of my boob, he freezes. “You’re not wearing a bra,” he says against my lips.

“I was in bed.”

He groans. “I need to see them. You. Now.” He pushes off the door, taking me with him.

He strides into the main area of the villa, and I’m lowered to my feet next to the bed. I tilt my head, staring up at him. His lips are swollen from my kisses, his hair messed up from having my hands in it.

He looks fucking beautiful.

And right now—and for the next two weeks—he’s mine.

Rough, strong fingers curl into the hem of my pajama top, and it’s lifted. I raise my arms above my head, and West tugs it off.

My hair falls around my shoulders.

Dropping my top to the floor, West takes a few steps back and stares at me.

My skin prickles under his perusal.

Normally, I feel self-conscious when I’m naked in front of a man. Even one I know well. But with the way West is looking at me right now, I feel nothing but desired.

I can’t ever remember anyone looking at me the way that he is right now. With such open hunger. Like he’s going to devour me whole. And I’m going to let him.

A shiver moves through me.

“I was right.” His voice is rough.

A gulp. “About?”

“Your tits. They’re real.”

Huh?

“You thought I had fake tits?”

“No, I thought you had real tits, and I was right.”

“Okay … question … is this what men think about when they see a woman naked for the first time—if she has real or surgically enhanced tits?”

“I don’t know what other men think about. But I’m just a tit man. It’s been a long while since I last saw a pair that hadn’t been under the knife.”

“I honestly don’t even know what to say to that.”

His lips quirk up into a dirty grin. “You don’t have to say anything.” He takes a step forward, back to me, and cups my boobs in those large hands of his.

My breath stutters.Nothing has ever felt so good as his rough hands against the soft skin of my breasts.

“They’re perfect.” He rubs his thumbs over my nipples. “You’re perfect.”

Then, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me again. His lips trace a path down my throat and to my chest. When he lowers to his knees and slides his tongue down the valley of my breasts before wrapping his mouth around my nipple, my legs almost buckle.

Holy sensations.

His hands grip my hips, like he knows I’m having trouble keeping upright, while his mouth and tongue work their magic on my boobs.

When his tongue slides lower, down my stomach, and dips into my belly button and his fingers start to tug my pajama shorts down, I know I’m not gonna be able to stand up, even with his help, if he’s heading where I’m really hoping he’s heading.

He slides my shorts and panties down my legs tortuously slow. When they reach the floor, I step out of them and kick them aside.

West’s hands slide around my calves and up my legs to my thighs, fingers curling around them.

I’m standing here, completely naked, in front of this man that I barely know, and I feel nothing but sexy and wanted.

It’s strange, yet it feels amazing.

He sits back on his heels. “Fucking gorgeous,” he says, eyes roaming my body. His voice is as rough and dirty as the look in his eyes.

He stares up at me. “Sit on the bed and spread your legs, so I can fuck you with my tongue. I wanna taste you, Dillon.”

Holy. Fuck.

He’s so demanding. His mouth is so dirty.

And I bloody love it.

I sit down on the bed. Heart pounding, I part my legs.

“Wider,” is his command.

I’m embarrassingly wet. But it doesn’t stop me from doing as he said.

I spread my legs open as far as they can go, and I let my eyes slide down his bare chest and lower. I can see his erection straining against his sleep shorts. My mouth waters.

I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to the sight of an erection before. Sure, I like cocks, but I’ve always been more concerned with just having sex with them more than how they’ll look and feel and taste.

But I really want to know what West’s cock looks like. Tastes like. How it’ll feel in my mouth.

“Like what you see?” West’s hand curls around his erection, giving it a squeeze.

My pulse races as my eyes lift to his. Inside, I’m jittery with nerves, but I give my cockiest smile. “I haven’t seen anything yet.”

His lips turn into a grin that’s all fox. “You will.”

Then, he dips his head down and puts his mouth on my pussy.

“Jesus.” My hands go to his head, gripping.

Gray eyes stare up at me. “Not him. Me.”

He slides a finger inside me, and my muscles clench around it.

“Fuck. You’re tight. Can you take more?” he asks, and I nod.

He puts another finger inside and starts fucking me with them both. The palm of his hand is pressing up against my clit with every thrust of his fingers, and it feels divine.

“Touch your tits. I wanna see you play with them.”

I cup my breasts with my hands and roll my nipples between my fingers.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he rasps and then pulls his fingers out of me. He replaces them with his tongue and starts fucking me with it.

I cry out at the sensation of his hot tongue inside of me.

My hands leave my breasts and fall back onto the bed, supporting me.

When I feel his tongue slide out of me and over my clit, I nearly come off the bed. And I almost come too.

Hey, don’t judge me. It’s been a while.

I somehow manage to stave off the orgasm because I’m not ready for this to be over just yet.

His fingers slip back inside me, and his mouth works my clit over while he fingers me.

My hands fist the duvet.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against me.

The rumble of his deep voice against my clit is too much for me to take, and I go off without warning.

“West!” I scream out his name, plus a few curse words, as my hips shamelessly pump against his mouth while I ride out my orgasm against his tongue.

The most intense orgasm I have ever had.

I collapse back against the bed, out of breath, heart pounding, like I just ran a marathon. When in fact I did nothing, except come harder than I ever have in my life. It was West who did all the work, and he was really bloody good at it.

Amazing. Incredible. Mind-blowing.

And I get two weeks of this. With him.

Sex and orgasms.

Shutting my eyes, I send up a silent, Thank you.

I hear movement. A drawer opens and then closes.

Opening my eyes, I push up to sit, just as West comes to stand before me.

He has a condom wrapper in his hand, and he’s still wearing his boxer shorts.

I look up at him. “You’re still dressed.” My voice comes out raspy. Dare I say … sexy. I sound nothing like I usually do.

Must be all that screaming I just did.

He tosses the condom on the bed beside me. Then, he shoves his boxers down his hips and …

Holy fucking cock.

There’s length. And girth. Lots of both.

I swallow down.

I’m a small woman. I have a small vagina. I don’t honestly know if it’s gonna fit in me.

But one thing I do know is that I’m gonna have fun trying.

I drag my eyes from his cock, which is right there in front of my face—I could literally stick my tongue out and lick the tip—and tilt my head back to look up at him. His jaw is clenched tight, and the look in his eyes … he looks like he’s holding back from tearing me in two right now.

And with a cock that size, he just might.

“Impressive,” I say. “Did your parents give you growth hormones as a child?”

A dark chuckle. “All natural.”

“Lucky me,” I whisper.

Then, I lean forward and lick a path up his cock with my tongue. When I reach the tip, I suck the pre-cum from it.

“You taste good,” I murmur.

His breathing stutters, and then he growls a sound so sexy that I could come again just from hearing it.

Parting my lips, I take him in my mouth, sliding down excruciatingly slow.

I want to tease him. I want to make him crazy with want for me.

I don’t know who this sexually confident woman is who’s crawled inside of me tonight. But I’m liking her a lot.

“Jesus,” he rasps.

I let his cock pop from my mouth, and I stare up at him. “Not him. Me.” I grin after giving him his words back from earlier.

That earns me a sexy smile.

I curl my hand around the base of his cock and take him back in my mouth, sliding down as far as I can go, taking as much of his cock as I can take.

I’ve never had a dick this big in my mouth before, so my gag reflex has never truly been put to the test …

It hits the back of my throat, and … nope. I can’t take it all.

I ease back a bit, knowing my limit, and then I start working him over with my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, letting his dick slide between my lips, gripping and squeezing the base.

“Fuck …” he growls through gritted teeth. “Keep doing that … and I’m gonna come.”

Well, we don’t want that, do we?

I give him one last suck and then let his dick slide from my mouth.

I reach for the condom and hand it to West. He tears open the wrapper and slides it down his dick with impressive speed.

Then, he lowers down to his knees on the floor, putting us face-to-face.

He lifts a hand, reaches out, and cups my chin. Then, he leans forward and kisses me. He slides his tongue into my mouth, and I taste myself on him from earlier. It’s such a turn-on.

His hands come to my hips, and he guides me forward, off the bed and onto his lap, so I’m straddling him.

Lips kiss along my jaw and nip my earlobe. “Ride me,” he whispers.

I rise up onto my knees and take his cock in my hand.

I press down, and the wide crown of his dick spreads me open.

I slowly lower myself onto him. He’s so damn big. Stretching and widening me. It’s a pleasure pain.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts.

His jaw is clenched tight, eyes shut. He looks like he’s in actual pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask him.

Please say no.

Gray eyes flick open and stare back at me. “Definitely fucking not.”

His hands grip my ass, and he guides me down the rest of him until I’m fully seated in his lap.

I take a moment to adjust to him. The way he’s filling me is delicious. But he’s all the way up in there, and my muscles are clenched around him.

“You okay?” he asks.

I smile at him. “I’m good. You?”

“I’ve wanted to be inside you since I laid eyes on you last night, so yeah, I’m fucking great.”

His admission sends my confidence soaring.

I bring my mouth to his and kiss him hard. Then, I place my hands on those broad, muscular shoulders of his and lift up. Then, I slam back down.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. “Keep going, babe. Fuck me hard.”

So, I do. I ride him hard and fast.

He has one hand on my ass and the other on my boob. Squeezing and tugging on my nipple, sending little jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.

Then, his hand wraps around my hair, and he tugs my head back. His mouth replaces where his hand just was, and he sucks and licks my nipple. My hands land back on his big thighs, putting me at a new angle, which feels incredible, as I continue to ride him.

The hand that was on my ass comes between us, and deft fingers rub over my wet clit.

I don’t think I’ve ever been as wet as I am right now.

He turns me on so fucking much.

With his fingers on me, it doesn’t take long before I feel that telltale tug in my lower belly, telling me that an orgasm is approaching.

“Keep … doing … that …” I pant. “And … I’ll … come.”

His head lifts, eyes meeting mine. “I don’t plan on stopping. Come for me, Dillon.”

He covers my mouth with his. His tongue licking my mouth, fucking me like his dick is, while his talented fingers coax my orgasm out of me.

“Fuck!” I cry, my head falling back as I start coming hard.

I thought the first orgasm was off the charts. This one beats the hell out of it.

My arms are trembling, and I can barely hold myself up. Sensing that, West wraps his hand around my back, holding me up as my body contracts around his.

Just as the orgasm is starting to recede, I’m moving. West stands, taking me with him. Then, we’re on the bed. His hard body over mine, he pins my arms over my head to the mattress and then starts to fuck me with abandon.

Jaw clenched, eyes bright with lust, hips slapping against me, he screws me into that mattress and looks like a fucking god while he does it.

“Dillon! Fuck!” he yells. “I’m coming!”

His hips start to jerk against mine, and then I feel his cock pulse inside me as he starts coming.

When he’s finished, he falls on top of me. His breathing is heavy. I slide my hands from his and press them to his back, holding him.

Lips press a soft kiss against my shoulder. My skin tingles at the contact.

“That was …” I breathe.

“Fucking amazing.” West lifts his head and rests up on an elbow, removing his weight from me. He stares down at me.

“Yeah,” I sigh happily. And it really was amazing.

Literally the best sex I’ve ever had. I mean, I came twice. Twice!

That’s never happened to me during sex—ever.

No man has ever bothered to try to make me come twice. Tim definitely didn’t bother. But then he was too busy—nope, not going there right now. I’m feeling great. Nothing is going to steal my glow.

Because … orgasms.

West definitely knows what he’s doing in bed. I’m guessing he’s had a lot of practice. More than me.

I mean, I’ve dated my fair share of men, but I’m reckoning that West’s number is a hell of a lot higher than mine.

Not that it matters.

Because I’m currently reaping the benefits of that experience.

I can’t believe I was even considering saying no to doing this with him. Right now, I could be lying in the bed in my villa all alone.

Thank fuck I didn’t say no. Finally, I did something smart. And now, I’ve got two more weeks of this.

I’m in paradise with the hottest man I have ever seen, and I get to have sex with him and have multiple daily orgasms.

Guess I’m not so stupid after all.