My Five Night Fling by Maci Dillon

 

 

KASSIDY

 

Scanning the apartment, it’s similar to any place you’d rent for a night. It’s spotless and stylish but severely lacks personality, even for a bachelor pad. The living area is a spacious open plan and two bedrooms and a bathroom are down the hall. There are no photos, trophies, keepsakes, or anything personal at all.

A rug under the coffee table, two cushions, and a throw on the sofa are the only décor items I see as I stand in the center of the room, except for an abstract painting in various shades of purple.

It hints at pain and torture but not the terrifying kind. It weeps heartbreak and suffering. An odd piece to have in a bachelor pad.

Jarett is in the expansive kitchen pouring a glass of wine each.

“You alluded to this being your home away from home. Do you stay here often, or is this your safe place to, you know, bring women?” I probe, smiling at him as he approaches with my wine.

He scoffs.

“Thank you.” I take my glass and follow his lead, relaxing on the sofa beside him.

“I’ve never brought a woman here,” Jarett denies, quietly rubbing his chin. I wait for him to elaborate, unsure how to respond.

Suddenly, Jarett’s attention dives. He seems to withdraw, and his eyes become distant.

I lift the glass of wine to my lips as he spins to face me and tucks his leg beneath him, creating a barrier of sorts between us. “I purchased this place about six months ago. I guess I was searching for a change of scenery.”

He chuckles softly and rubs at the base of his neck. “I’m having a tough time leaving the past behind, so I leave a few changes of clothes in the closet, the basic personal shit, and occasionally stay so it appears lived in.”

I nod as if I understand his dilemma, but I have no advice to offer without knowing what he’s struggling to leave behind, nor is it my place to advise.

What if he suffered a bad breakup recently, and I’m his rebound? Regardless, who am I to pry?

Something about his discomfort during the conversation makes my heart hurt for him.

I scan the room for the television, thinking some background noise might help alleviate the awkward silence. The problem is, this is a television-free zone.

Maybe he has one in the bedroom.

Jarett catches me searching the room. “Yeah, I need to make the place more homely, huh?”

“It will happen in time. When you’re ready to make it yours,” I offer sincerely.

“Music.” He grabs his phone and scrolls through Spotify to find a playlist.

Thank fuck.

“Sorry, I guess I kinda brought the vibe down a tad.”

I feign indifference with a shrug. “It’s been a long day, don’t worry about it.” I place my hand on his knee. “It’s been a hell of a good day, though, and an even better night. I honestly can’t thank you enough, Jarett.”

He covers my hand with his own, giving it a firm squeeze. “It’s been the best day I’ve had in the longest time.”

Reaching over to take my glass, he sets both on the side table at his end of the sofa. When he turns to me, the sorrow in his eyes has turned to stone-cold lust.

His stare penetrates my fuzzy interior and ignites a fire in the pit of my stomach. His hand brushes my hair over my shoulder, away from my face, and cups my neck. I melt into his touch and allow him to pull me closer, our lips meeting in a lust-fueled kiss.

Our tongues duel slowly in the beginning until our moans grow deeper. Jarett threads his hands through my hair, gripping the roots in his palms.

I move to a kneeling position, my hands running along the length of Jarett’s arms, massaging his shoulders as my body is drawn to his like a magnet. My fingers trace the neckline of his shirt all the way down his torso.

I grapple with the hemline of his shirt and peel it up his body and over his head as I climb over him, positioning myself in his lap. I take his mouth, and his hungry kiss consumes me. His strong hands snake their way beneath my dress, and he unclips my bra. Strapless, it falls between us, and he groans, breaking the kiss.

Pulling it free, he flicks it across the room. With his eyes focused on mine, he lifts my dress over my head and drops the flimsy material beside us.

Jarett gushes at the sight of my breasts hanging freely. His hands gently massage each of them simultaneously before he takes a nipple into his mouth. The heat of his lips, mixed with the coolness of being suddenly naked, fuels my libido. My head falls backward as he licks and sucks, alternating between both breasts.

I grip his head and hold him in place, not wanting this tease to end.

But wanting it to end all the same.

I want him all over me.

I need him to explore my body, to worship me.

My desire to also pleasure him is also high on my to-do list.

First night in London, I need to get him out of my system, so I’m free to explore more moments like this over the coming days.

Before I return home to Australia.

Without warning, Jarett grips my ass and holds me to him, standing tall in one swift movement. Two seconds pass between us.

Is he having second thoughts?

As fleeting as the moment is, so is the walk to the opposite end of his apartment. He strides down the hall, kissing my neck, my feet wrapped around his buttocks, both naked from the waist up.

Jarett places me on the bed, stands in front of me, and removes his pants. The room is dark, but with the light filtering in from the hall, the definition of his torso is evident, the muscles in his shoulders rippling as he works my legs free of my boots and pantyhose.

I lay in wait, desperate for his attention and vulnerable beneath his gaze.

His eyes travel upward from my toes, lingering on my panties. I send up a silent thank you to the lingerie gods of this world. I observe him as he swallows, the heat in his eyes liquefying my body. His nostrils flare, his chiseled jaw takes on a hardness I haven’t seen before. Slowly, he reaches for my thong, loops his fingers in the sides, and tears it from my body.

Unexpectedly, I shriek. Jarett brings the torn remnants of lace to his nose and inhales deeply. My pulse quickens as I lay here, taking in the sight of this man I need more than I’ve wanted any other human in my life.

Quickly, he releases the button on his jeans and shoves the denim past his thighs, leaving him completely exposed to me.

Mmm, commando is definitely my type.

I gulp at the sight of him as he steps out of his pants and tosses my panties on the floor. His eyes roam my body before they land on my treasure chest of glistening jewels. I enjoy the show of him stroking his cock slowly.

My thighs clench, anticipating his size and the pleasure I’m undoubtedly about to endure.

I wasn’t counting on not being able to walk tomorrow, but fuck, I’m not complaining.

Finally, Jarett approaches the bed, his knees supported at the edge, and grabs both of my feet, positioning them further apart until I’m completely open and exposed to him. Hunger radiates from him, his eyes dark and hooded with lust.

My breath hitches as he lowers his face between my thighs and... fuck.

This guy.

Sliding his hands beneath my ass, he palms both cheeks and gives them a hard squeeze. My hips writhe and lift from the mattress to meet his tongue as it runs through my folds from the bottom to the top. His tongue flicks rapidly over my clit, and he lavishes my nerve endings with the warmth and wetness of his mouth. Lips encompass my swollen lady boner, and he sucks. Hard.

I let out a heavenly sigh and clench the life out of the comforter with my hands. I force my body to stay still, not to give in to my desire.

It’s a hopeless effort—this man’s mouth is made to be ridden.

I chase my orgasm as if it’s the last chance I’ll ever have to satisfy my need. I follow it to the ends of the earth until my whole world shudders and quakes beneath me before toppling over the edge into a satiating abyss.

“Fucking hell, you taste heavenly, Kassidy.”

It doesn’t end. Satisfaction encases me, and I’m falling deeper into the bed as the moments pass, yet those words dripping from his lips ignite a deeper passion in my soul.

After rolling a condom over his length, Jarett crawls over my body until the head of his cock is tapping my entrance. I’m so fucking wet, my orgasm mixed with his saliva, I can’t resist raising my pelvis slightly until I feel him beginning to enter me.

Stretching me.

The most incredible, lip-smacking intrusion of my thirty years.

On my first night in the Big Smoke, I’m reduced to red-hot ambers of lust.

“Christ, Kassidy.” Jarett’s body is shaking above me. His need is as uncontrollable as my own.

He continues to fill me slowly. I clutch his ass and drive his hips forward.

“Fuuuck,” he whispers raggedly, holding still above me. “Careful, sweetheart, you might get more than you bargain for.” His eyes penetrate mine as he finally moves.

The air between us swirls together, our breathing harsher with each stroke of his cock hitting me deeper inside. I allow my eyes to drift close, and my head falls further into the bed, my chest rising. His tantalizing mouth is on me again, caressing my hardened nipples.

Finding our rhythm, he palms my breasts as he kisses his way across my exposed neck, leaving a heated trail of desire to my mouth. My eyes spring open as he pulls my chin forward and devours my lips.

The bed bounces beneath us, and the world closes in around us until there’s only him. And me.

Together.

As one.

On the edge of my second orgasm, he pulls out and flips me to my stomach. Positioning my knees closer to my waist and at a wider angle apart, he props me perfectly in line with his cock. I cry out as he enters me again.

Deeper than before.

His hands find my breasts bouncing beneath me and uses them to secure his body to mine as he continues to pound into me. Each movement is driving me further into the headboard until I have no choice but to extend my head backward.

Thank fuck for yoga and the inverted cat poses.

Jarett rises with me, his hand bracing the front of my throat. I push myself deeper into his palm, willing him to tighten his grip. Our bodies mash together, sweat pools between us, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs an echo in the stillness of the night.

I’m completely aware of every muscle in his body, the cologne he wears infiltrating my sensory system, the droplets of exhaustion landing on my shoulders as sweat drips from his hairline.

“You want me to choke you, sweetheart? Is that what you want?”

I nod.

Words evade me.

“Tell me, Kassidy.” His hands squeeze me harder for a millisecond, and he releases me.

Teasing me.

Riling me up.

“Harder.” It’s all I manage to say.

Both his hands grip my throat, and his palms pull tighter across the front of my throat until my airway constricts slightly.

Exactly what I need.

Everything I want. 

My need fuels him.

He pumps into me from behind, pulling me by the neck harder over his cock, threatening to break me wide open.

Like he has done with my desire.

Opening a can of what-the-fuck, I’m going to need more than tonight.

I want it.

More.

Of him.

“Come for me, baby,” he growls in my ear, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I let go, screaming out with the overwhelming pleasure this man provides. He gives in to his release seconds after me, and together we collapse on the bed.

In the silence of the night, I lay awake listening to Jarett’s breathing become steadier until it evens out, and it’s evident he’s fallen asleep.