Cream Pie by Madison Faye

Chapter 2

Amy

I blinkawake to the sound of the ocean and the feel of the sun coming in through the windows. I’m warm and so fucking cozy and content, and suddenly, I realize why with a start.

…I’m still in his arms. I blink, half turning to look at his still-sleeping face. And slowly, I grin. This is the man who’s taken my virginity, even if he doesn’t know it. My eyes sweep over him, and my pulse quickens. In the movies, the one-night fling isn’t always so glamorous or sexy the next day. But that’s not true in this case, at all.

In the morning light, my stranger is somehow even sexier. He’s definitely older than I thought he was at the club—certainly more like mid-thirties. His skin is olive-toned, like he might be half Greek or Italian or Spanish or something. Dark stubble covers his chiseled jaw and perfect cheekbones. I turn slowly in his arms, and my eyes drag over more of him.

He’s got a body carved out of marble—perfect, chiseled smooth muscles. Tattoos I didn’t really even notice last night in the dark swirl over his shoulder and down one arm to the elbow, and I bite my lip as my fingertips trace over it. He stirs, growling in his sleep, and his grip on me tightens. I grin, feeling the thrill of that tight grip on me.

His hips shift, and I gasp quietly as I feel his big cock brush against my thigh. He’s hard, and I chance pulling away from him and glancing down between us. My jaw drops.

Jesus fucking Christ, how the hell did that even fit in me?

He’s freaking huge, and thick, and just looking at it has my pulse quickening and my pussy growing wetter. I grin wickedly, thinking about the idea of just reaching down and touching him, or even just sliding on top of him and teaching myself a new way to feel that cock. But first, I glance over to the bedside table.

My eyes focus on the clock there, and suddenly, I gasp as I bolt upright.

“Shit!”

The wedding isn’t until this afternoon, but I’ve got a brunch thing with Kendall soon, and then a hair appointment with the resort’s stylist. My gasped swear stirs him awake, and he grunts as he blinks awake. I turn, and he looks at me as he starts to grin.

“Morning, beautiful,” he purrs. His arms circle me to pull me close, and I’m so close to letting him, before I stop.

“It’s… it’s late, and I’ve got this thing.”

He frowns and looks past me at the clock before he swears and sits bolt upright.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got a thing too.”

I blush. “Sorry, I don’t mean to… you know.”

“Kick me out?”

I blush, and he grins.

“It’s fine.” He frowns slightly, like he’s thinking about something.

“Hey,” he purrs, reaching out to cup my jaw. “Just so you know, last night was… fuck, angel,” he growls. “Last night was incredible.

I blush deeply, and suddenly, I’m falling into him. Our lips meet, and I kiss him slowly before I pull back.

“I really need to shower before my thing.”

He chuckles. “Same. I should get go—”

“You can shower here if you want,” I blurt out. I turn like I’m casually reaching for my phone, but it’s actually to hide the fact that I’m physically cringing at how shitty I am at this whole one-night fling thing.

“Yeah? I’d love to.”

I blink and turn back. “You would?”

He grins. “Absolutely. As long as you’re sharing it with me.”

My face burns hot, and so does the heat between my legs.

“Sure,” I breathe shyly.

He follows me into the bathroom a few minutes later, giving me time to pee and start the water first. The whole bungalow is designed to look like it’s made out of bamboo and palm fronds—almost like this “glamour camping” tiki feel. Except, it’s also a five-start luxury resort, and I know these bungalows are upwards of two-thousand dollars a night. Perks of having a billionaire dad, what can I say.

The shower is open at the top to the air and covered only by palm tree fronds. I blush at my nakedness in front of him, despite everything, as I step through the glass doors into the gorgeous, huge shower. He follows, keeping close to me even though there are like four shower heads in here. And I don’t mind one bit.

I shampoo and rinse, and then reach for the soap. I glance at him as he washes his own hair, and that spark inside of me burns hot as I let my eyes drink him in. Eyes closed, he tilts his head back to rinse his dark black hair, and I bite my lip to stop the moan that wants to escape. I mean, God, he’s freaking perfect, like a freaking Armani model standing right in front of me, and totally naked. His muscles ripple, and when my eyes drop lower, I blush at the sight of his big dick.

He’s not even hard and the thing is hanging heavy and swollen between his muscled legs. Heat pulses through me, and I moan quietly.

I want more of him. A lot more of him. But I know that’s stupid. I know you’re not supposed to do that with a one-night fling, right?

He opens his eyes and grins as he totally busts me staring at his cock.

“Something catch your eye?”

I blush fiercely and turn away.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“Don’t be.”

I gasp at his growled words as he comes up behind me. His hands slide over my hips and then up my sides, making me shiver. They slide around to cup my soapy breasts, and his fingers roll over my nipples, making me moan quietly. But I reluctantly pull away, biting my lip.

“Sorry, I…”

“We’re in a rush,” he murmurs, half smiling. “I get it.”

We finish rinsing off and step out to towel off. But the whole time, I’m still on freaking fire for him, sneaking peaks of him toweling off that body made for sin.

Out of the bathroom, I slip on a lacy black thong and matching bra, and then pull on a light breezy dress. My bridesmaid dress is waiting at the actual venue, this is just what I’m wearing to get brunch and get ready with Kendall. I’m glancing at the dress in the mirror and smoothing it out when suddenly, he’s moving behind me.

I gasp as his hands wrap around my waist and pull me close against him, and when I look back at the mirror, I moan realizing he’s still naked.

“I want you,” he growls thickly, his voice edged and primal. “I can’t let you walk out of here without feeling you again, angel,” he purrs.

I can feel his cock against my ass through the thin dress—so freaking hard and throbbing, and instantly, I’m soaked. I can’t even make words as I slowly nod my head, my pulse racing.

“Please,” is all I can gasp out. But it’s all he needs.

Instantly, he’s kissing my neck, making me moan at the ferocity of his touch. His hands tug the straps of my dress, peeling them and the top part of it down over my breasts. One hand slides around to cup them, teasing my nipples. The other cups my jaw and twists my mouth towards him. He kisses me hungrily, his hips pressing me to the vanity in front of me.

He reaches down, yanking my dress up to my waist, and I whimper as he yanks my panties down to mid-thigh. His huge, rock-hard cock slips between my legs, and I moan eagerly. I try and spread my legs, but they’re still bound tight by my panties. But he doesn’t need me to. I’m so freaking wet that all he needs to do is push his swollen head against my lips before he begins to slip right inside.

I groan deeply, gripping the edge of the vanity as my gorgeous stranger begins to feed his cock into my aching, slick pussy. He hisses into my ear, rocking his hips forward and driving in, until with a cry from my lips, I feel his chiseled abs against my ass. He groans, flexing his cock inside of me and making me moan before he pulls out, only to thrust right back in.

His hand grips my hip, the other tangled in my hair, and he starts to fuck me. I cry out in pure pleasure, the primal feel of him thrusting and rutting into me from behind making me wetter than ever and ache for more. Over and over, his thick, gorgeous cock slides deep inside of me, stretching me so full of him.

My lips cling to him on every thrust, trying to pull him back inside, and the fire inside of me starts to build and build. I moan, turning my head as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. He tugs at my hair, making me whimper in pleasure and then cry out in ecstasy as he fucks my little pussy hard and deep.

I can feel my wetness dripping from my pussy over his balls, and I start to lose all control. I thrust back against him, one hand reaching back to clutch his hip. He pounds into me, growling in my air, and my entire body begins to tense and shiver. Over and over, he buries his hard cock in my slick, tight pussy, until suddenly, I start to fall.

“I’m coming!” I squeal. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

I scream as the orgasm rips through me, my nails digging into the vanity top and his hip. He groans, thrusting into me hard and fast, his thick cock filling me to the brim over and over. I cry out, one orgasm tripping into another and my whole world melting around me. His arms circle me, holding me tight me as he fucks me hard and fast, until suddenly, he rocks deep into me and roars.

“I’m gonna fucking come, beautiful,” he groans.

“Come in me!” I gasp. “I want to feel you—oh fuck!”

I moan as I feel him start to fill me, loving the feel of him pulsing inside of me. His hot cum jets deep into my pussy, his hips pinning me to the vanity as he empties his balls inside of me.

We stagger to a stop, panting and gasping, and when I look up at him in the mirror, I blush as I start to giggle. He grins, wrapping his big arms around me and kissing the back of my neck.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groans, kissing my skin. He grinds his cock into me, making me whimper before he slowly slides it free of my tight, clinging pussy. He reaches down and tugs my panties up, and I moan quietly as he pulls them tight against my pussy.

“This thing you’ve got to get to,” he growls. “I want you to feel me there. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of your little pussy and leaking into these panties.”

I turn in his arms and melt against him, kissing him deeply and wildly for I don’t even know how long. Eventually though, he pulls away from me to dress, which I watch eagerly like a total creep, of course. When he’s buttoning his shirt back up, he moves back to kiss me again.

“Last night was incredible,” he groans. “And today was even better.”

“Am I— I mean, am I going to…” I frown. Fuck, I am bungling this whole “no strings attached one-night fling” thing. I force a laugh to wave it off.

“Nevermi—”

He cuts me off with a soft, deep kiss.

“I already left my number on your bathroom sink,” he purrs. He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, and I stare right back at the beautiful man who’s taken my virginity.

“Have fun at your thing today,” he murmurs.

“Have fun at yours,” I whisper back.

And then, he’s gone. I take one second to quickly fix my dress and hair, and then I’m running out the door to apologize to my friend for being late to brunch.