About Last Night Page 4

“Yes,” I moan. “I want it. Please. Make me a wo-”

  I don’t even get to finish my sentence before he’s easing his cock inside of me with one big, shattering push. An atom bomb blast of pleasure is exploding inside me. Oh my god, he fits. All my fear is melting away while he’s pumping his hot, hard cock into my moist, willing pussy. I can’t believe I waited so long. My cunt is singing with a lusty pleasure I’ve never known, and every touch sends me flying. I feel every vein and delicious ridge on his cock while he’s sliding in and out of me. This beats sugar cookies and Jane Austen any day.

  His big, muscular body is pushing me down into the bed. I feel the whole solid weight of him on top of me. His hands grab at my hips and ass and squeeze them tight against him. I reel from the hot spasms of ecstasy taking over my entire body.

  I’m not a blushing virgin anymore. I’m greedy now. I want another gushing wet orgasm like the two I had before.

  “I can’t wait to bathe your cock in my juice,” I moan, not believing what words are leaving my mouth. I push my pussy against him as hard as I can and roll my hips, thrusting his exquisite shaft against every sweet spot inside me.

  He growls at the extra stimulation and buries his face in my neck. “Patience, my darling,” he pants. “Good things come to those who wait. And you’re just going to have to wait.” He nips me, hard, just above my collarbone. The sudden jolt of pain makes me gasp and stop rolling my hips for a moment.

  “You want to make me come as quickly as you can? Well, two can play at that game,” he smirks. Then he pounds into me so hard I see stars. He is as deep inside me as his cock can go. I can’t tell if what I feel is pleasure or pain. All I know is that I don’t want him to stop.

  “Yeah? You like that?” he growls. “Tell me what you’re feeling. I want to hear it come out of that luscious mouth of yours.”

  “I . . . I . . .” I can’t even form a full sentence. My clit jolts with sweet electricity every time his hips pound against me. I spread my legs even further to swallow all of him. He grunts with animal pleasure as my voluptuous thighs wrap around the small of his back.

  He gets that wicked look in his eyes again. I can see how badly he wants me, and it’s exhilarating because I’ve never been wanted by a man my entire life. I can’t decide what feels better, being the focus of that desire or his magnificent cock stroking inside me. He’s all the way to the hilt inside, probing secret spots I’ve never known. I feel my cunt flexing and tightening. I can’t believe I’m going to come again, oh my god, this can’t be happening …

  “Ooooooooohhhh!” I cry out as my snatch spasms in a cataclysmic, gushing orgasm. My shuddering pussy clamps and clenches ecstatically on his cock.

  That’s when I feel him get suddenly harder than he was before. Is he about to come? I’ve never experienced that before. What will it be like? But all my fears disappear as his knotted shoulders tremble and tense under my palms, and then it happens. He lets out a low roar and spurts hot juices inside me. The stranger shoots his cum so hard against my tender walls that I can actually feel it, and it makes me shudder deliciously.

  Suddenly I realize an intense feeling is overwhelming me. I don’t know whether I want to laugh or cry. That shared orgasm knocks something loose in my heart, and suddenly I realize my pussy isn’t the only wet part of me. A tear of joy rolls down my cheek, and I clasp the broad stranger closer.

  6

  Trevor

  “Hey,” I say. “Are you crying?”

  I don’t really have to ask, because there are obviously tears rolling down this beautiful woman’s cheeks. Tears are the last thing I want to see on a woman’s face after I’ve taken her within an inch of her life. I know I reassured her she could take my oversized cock, and I wasn’t wrong about that. But crying? Now I’m concerned.

  “I’m sorry,” she says in the quietest of voices as she fans her face with her hands. “I’m so dumb.” She sniffles and tries to wipe the tears away but I don’t let her. I stroke her cheeks gently with the soft edge of my fingers and wipe away all the saltwater.

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask.

  “No. Oh, no. Are you kidding me?” She’s giggling. “You did the exact opposite. I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

  I can tell she’s embarrassed. I understand a lot about women, but I’ll never get why they’re ashamed to cry. It’s just another part of their passionate nature, and I love that about them.

  “What is it, then?” I ask. “You can tell me.”

  “I honestly don’t know,” she says, genuinely confused. “We were having such good sex . . . and then I came . . . and then you came . . . and I guess I just got overwhelmed?” Her eyes are all red and she’s sniffling. “Is crying after great sex normal?”

  I smile. “Come here,” I say, and pull her close to me on the bed. I hold her and stroke her gorgeous chestnut curls until her breathing is slow and she’s not blinking back tears anymore.

  She looks into my eyes. There’s something still hungry and searching in them. She wants something. But she’s not going to admit she wants it because she doesn’t want to look like a fool. The woman is someone men have humiliated before, and she’s bracing for it again.

  “I guess you’ll want to go back down to the party now,” she says, her voice quavering.

  “What for?” I answer.

  “Well, you know, it’s a sex party, and everyone’s here to get as much sex as they can, with as many different people as possible. So I guess that’s what you’re here for, too?”

  I pause with my eyebrows raised.

  “Is that why you came to this party? To have sex with as many people as possible?”

  She starts.

  “Oh my god, no,” she laughs lightly. Good, that’s an encouraging sign. “I have officially had sex with more people tonight than I thought I was going to. Or ever going to.”

  I nod, looking over that luscious, curvy body.

  “Did you enjoy it, sweetheart?”

  She looks up at me with warm brown eyes that just slay me.

  “I’ve never felt so good in my entire life,” she says, her voice full of vulnerable sincerity. “Before I met you, I thought no one would ever want to make me feel that way, ever.”

  “Don’t sell yourself short,” I say, nuzzling into her neck. My hands crest over her outrageous curves. Even though it’s too soon for me to make love to her again I can’t keep my hands off her lush body. She’s like something out of a Renaissance painting, all pillowy curves and a glowing complexion, with the innocence of a young Aphrodite.

  “You’re a very beautiful woman,” I tell her. “And I’m not going downstairs for more sex because I’ve got everything I need right here.”

  I can feel her body relax as she snuggles into my arms. I’m suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of wanting to protect and defend her. After all, she’s a goddess, and I want to worship this curvy form.

  But I don’t say anything because I’ve also been burned before. There’s more than one woman who’s suddenly turned crazytown on me after a passionate night of sex. They get expectations and things, so I hold back, swallowing the words. She’s obviously young and inexperienced, and I don’t want to get her hopes up, seeing that we just met.

  “We had a good time,” I whisper gently into her ear. “I’ll make sure you have a good time again.”

  I kiss her ear gently, but she doesn’t say anything.

  I brush the woman’s hair back from her face. Is she ok?

  And then it comes: she lets out the most delicate and ladylike of snores.

  She’s asleep.

  I smile to myself. Must have tuckered her out. She’s actually quite adorable sleeping. Maybe her sleeping next to me is something I’ll get to see more often. What was her name, again?

  Missy.

  But Missy what?

  Is she from this small town? And if she is, this town is too good for her. Missy’s the most exciting thing I’ve seen all day – or in a while, to be honest. I want t
o know more about her, even as I devour this creamy body again and again.

  But for now . . . let her sleep because for what I have planned, she’s going to need it.

  I slide into my own clothes and slip out the door. There’s a key in the lock. Once I’m in the hallway I lock the door behind me and palm the key. I don’t need any other degenerate at this party disturbing my angel while she’s resting

  I walk down the grand staircase at the center of the great hall. Now that I’m in my clothes again, I’m the only person dressed at this party. The orgy is still in full swing, even at this late – or early? – hour. The partygoers are still exploring every sensual delight their bodies have to offer, but I don’t want any of it. Not anymore. I’ve had what truly satisfies me.

  And I never settle for anything less than total satisfaction.

  Monica corners me at the base of the stairs. She’s lost her red merry widow and is now completely nude. She shakes her tits at me playfully, making them jiggle.

  “I heard a rumor you found someone to play with,” she coos. “It’s not so scary once you get started, hmm? Maybe you’re ready for another round?” She examines the butt plug in her hands. “I’ll flip you for who gets treated to this first.”

  I couldn’t be less interested, and brush her aside. There’s only one person at this party that I need to see.

  “Um, thanks but no thanks,” I say, my eyes already looking past her shoulder.

  I walk through the dark, elegant rooms, and there the tangles of people vigorously making love on every conceivable surface. Some of it’s pretty naughty, but some of it is regular vanilla sex too. I pay no attention. I’m looking for something very specific.

  I finally see it in the far corner of the library. A powerfully built man is lying on top of a woman lying on the floor near the roaring fire in the fireplace. It looks like a nice cozy place to enjoy a leisurely session, and they’re certainly enjoying it given the rhythmic grunts and her parted thighs. I hear the woman purring soft, startled gasps of pleasure with each stroke of his massive cock. Circling around them, I see it. Yep, his cock is pushing into her wet cunt as it pulses and glistens around the hard shaft.

  A flash of pink hair. Bingo, it’s Missy’s friend, Jane.

  “Excuse me,” I say to the man on top as I grab his shoulder and pull him off of her.

  “What the?” he grunts. He rears back to throw a punch at me but I see it coming. I intercept his fist in my own and squeeze a little, just enough to make his knuckles hurt. He winces with pain.

  “Listen buddy, your hard-on can wait,” I tell him through clenched teeth.

  I feel a small foot kicking my ankle. “Hey!” It’s Jane, still lying on her back on the carpet. She’s mad that I interrupted them. “We were having a good time, buster. And I was so close. If you want to fuck either of us, you have to wait your turn.”

  I lean in towards the scrawny pink-haired scrap.

  “Your friend is in the bedroom upstairs,” I tell her. “Asleep. Make sure she gets home safe.” I drop the key into her hand.

  Jane’s eyes narrow. “What’d you do to her? Did you drug her or something? I’m going to kill you if you did.”

  The suggestion angers me. “No,” I reply, my voice full of warning.

  “Then why is she conked out upstairs?” Jane waves her hand at the sexy scene all around us. “Pretty hard to sleep at a party like this.”

  My face pulls into a frown.

  “That’s between her and me.”

  The expression on Jane’s face changes from concern to naughty glee. “Hot damn,” she said. “So you’re mister numero uno. Nice to meet you, cowboy. I was wondering when you were going to show up for her, if you catch my drift.” She smiles at me. “Thanks for giving my bestie something to write about in her diary. I bet she’ll use the pink glitter pen for this entry. Special occasion, dontcha know?” She winks.

  I have to admit, this woman is absolutely cuckoo – but I can see how she’d make a great best friend. I can guess whose idea it was to come to this party, too.

  “I want to see Missy again. Where does she live?”

  Jane hesitates.

  “Errr . . . should I be telling you that? That’s the point of these parties, so you can hook up in a safe space and not be dealing with shady stalkers. Not that you’re a shady stalker,” she adds quickly. “I mean, I’m sure Missy’s very appreciative about what you did. But I wouldn’t be any kind of a best friend if I told you her name, rank, and serial number right now. Even if you did make her see stars.”

  I sigh. She has a point.

  “Then when’s the next one of these parties?”

  “Next Friday. At the Chancery Estate, on the mountain road off Willows Avenue.”

  “Then get her there. Promise me. I’ll be there, too, but don’t tell her why. Keep it a surprise, okay?”

  The pink-haired girl winks.

  “Roger that, sergeant.” She salutes me. “Can I go back to getting my groove on with this dude now? I’ve only come twice with two different men tonight and want to get as much under my belt during the time we have. Do you mind?”

  I just smile and shrug. Hey, to each their own. I’m no one to judge anyone’s lifestyle. And before I’ve even turned away, Jane and the burly man are at it again, entwining their limbs for more sensuous play.

  Meanwhile, my thoughts go up to the slumbering woman upstairs. She was fantastic. Missy was gorgeous, giving, and so sweet. I can’t wait to see her again, and the next party can’t come soon enough.

  7

  Missy

  I sleep as soundly as someone who’s just run a marathon. My dreams come in one crashing, sensuous wave after another, full of soft kisses and hard cocks. I try to keep this dream going for as long as possible because it’s that good. Screwing my eyes up tight against the dawn light, I chant to myself. “Come on, back to sleep, back to sleep.”

  But wait a minute – I’m not alone in this bed! My heart leaps at the realization that there’s someone warm curled around the covers next to me. My fairy godmother must be looking out for me, because the wishes just keep on coming true. I’ve secretly dreamed of sharing a bed with a lover, just as much as I’ve dreamed of having a handsome stranger ravish me. They might seem like contradictory impulses, but can’t a girl have it all? It thrills me so much that he decided to stay the night with me that I impulsively throw my arms over him.

  I coo, “Good morning, handsome.”

  “Good morning yourself!” chirps Jane.

  I jump upright. I’m no longer at the party house. I’m in my own rosebud canopy bed at home. And my best friend, thankfully now dressed in a pair of my jammies, is rubbing her eyes and yawning next to me.

  “Jane, what are you doing here?” I say loudly, before I catch myself. My mother’s probably home and I don’t need to create reasons for her to ask about my personal life.

  Jane is still rubbing her eyes but I’m now wide awake.

  “What’s going on? What time is it?” I don’t bother to wait for her answer and glance at the clock. It’s almost noon. I notice for the first time that I’m also dressed in my favorite flannel cupcake jammies. I’m grateful, but who put me in these?

  “Hey, sleepyhead,” she smiles. “Sore yet?”

  As soon as she says it, I can feel it. Yes, I feel deliciously, achingly sore in all kinds of new places. I bet I’m going to walk funny today. I wriggle a little, just to do an inventory. My lips feel tender from his fierce kisses and my flesh a little creaky. I wouldn’t be surprised if I have a couple hickies. Uh oh.

  But there are also phantom handprints on my hips and the sense memory of a mouth on my nipples. Best of all, I feel a deep ache in my pussy, right where his cock touched me until I couldn’t even remember my name anymore. Is it wrong to love that feeling of being taken, while a man pants your name feverishly?

  But as I start to remember how that man – Trevor? Was his name Trevor? – left all those souvenirs on me, I shake my hea
d in disbelief. I can’t deny that I was there and I really did those things. But I’m in a state of numb astonishment that that was really me. I was doing things I’d only fantasized about, with the kind of man that deep down I didn’t believe was real. I pinch myself on the arm once, just in case.

  Nope. Not dreaming.

  “I can’t believe that happened,” I murmur to myself.

  “Oooh, can’t leave that hanging.” Jane grabs a pillow and plunks herself on top of it, looking up at me like it’s story time. “What, pray tell, is this ‘that’ you can’t believe? And honey, don’t even think of leaving out any details.”

  “Oh my god, Jane.”

  “Hey, if you’re not too shy to do it, you’re not too shy to talk about it,” she says in a sing-song voice.

  “I don’t even know what to say,” I sputter. “One minute I was standing at the party, choking on a cracker and wishing I could go home. The next minute, I’m –” I blush at the memory. “I’m upstairs in a strange bedroom making love to a beautiful man!”

  Suddenly, I remember something and my face flushes.

  “What?” Jane immediately says. “Why are you as red as a tomato?”

  Oh my god, can I tell her? I’m almost too embarrassed but then again, my friend already knows everything about me.

  “I think I … well, I think I squirted in his face,” is my timid confession.

  My friend’s mouth drops open before snapping shut.

  “What? You can squirt?” Jane punches me in the shoulder. “You never told me that!”

  My mouth opens and closes a few times before I speak.

  “Well, there was nothing to tell. It never happened before, and I had no idea that I could. This guy just turned me on so much, and worked me like an expert, and I just . . . let go?”

  My friend chuckles.

  “Your face is as red as a lobster now, you know that?”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Cut me some slack, Jane!” Now it’s my turn to punch her in the shoulder. “This might be an average Friday night for a wild child like you but I am definitely in new territory here. You’re talking to someone whose definition of safe sex meant making sure the bedroom door was locked before reading some Anais Nin.”