Page 32 of One More Night
A woman has needs.
“Wondering what this would have been like all those years ago.”
A little tighter, I imagine. “Decidedly off-limits,” I remind him. “And undoubtedly illegal.”
“Of course.” He teases my pussy with his fingertips. “But still fun to think about.”
I make a mental note to purchase a schoolgirl outfit online as he pushes up on his toes and lines himself with my entrance. He takes what’s his with a single forceful thrust, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel wholly and completely claimed and I can’t say that it’s a feeling I don’t like.
He could collar me, and I’m certain I’d purr in response.
The position I’m in forces compliance as he pulls my backside clean off the counter and thrusts deep and hard. Any movement will either send me ungracefully to the floor, or further into his assault. The slick sounds of his cock entering my pussy are punctuated by his heavy breaths, his eyes hard as he concentrates on where we meet.
“Goddamn I love watching myself fuck you.”
His arms flex and bulge as he takes my weight, the veins in his forearms clear with the effort he exudes. I grapple across the counter for something to steady myself with, and knock the wine bottle to the floor.
It smashes with a resounding crash.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t deter in the slightest from what seemingly matters most to him: me.
There’s nothing left to do but give in and trust he has me. I pay attention to the only thing I should in this moment: the pleasure that courses through my body as he lifts my hips the slightest inch to drive in on the perfect angle.
I came here for a reason—a senseless fuck to let go of all responsibility. Because, if I’m to fall from grace then why not do it spectacularly, right?
Yet, as I look at the man who pulls free to help me from the counter, I realize something pretty damn important that I’ve overlooked until this point.
He didn’t judge me. Didn’t kick me out the door with disgust, reminding me that I was nothing more than some emotionless fun. He listened. He listened and after everything I accused him of, reminded me there’s more to life than a job title and made me feel optimistic.
I wasn’t looking for this new chapter. I coveted the page I was stuck on, petting the same old familiar lines that I’d re-read day in and day out for years.
But on the other side of that familiarity lay an adventure. I don’t know what happens next, I don’t know how this ends. But isn’t that the thrill of the journey?
I smile like a giddy little girl as I follow Jordan down the hall to his bedroom, viewing the man who takes the lead with my hand in his in a new light.
He was a mystery for years, the unknown. So what if he stays that way a little longer? He’ll tell me what he does, what his life entails when I need to know. Until then I can enjoy this fantasy a little while longer. I can imagine whatever the hell I please about the man and make the most of the mystique.
My handsome dark stranger.
My smile fades into a frown as we pass his bedroom, turning in to a second, more formal living room. He smiles over his shoulder, tugging me past plush armchairs that look more than suitable for our escapades, until we stop at a set of French doors.
“Where are we going?” The fact I’m dressed in only my bunched skirt and manhandled bra isn’t lost on me.
“Humor me.” He unlatches the door and pushes it open.
I’m immediately assailed with the sweet scent of roses. Perfectly trimmed bushes line a stone patio, the steps leading down to an expansive lawn with a lake in the background.
Holy hell. I knew by what area he lived in he was near the water. But I had no idea his property literally backed on to it. He’s closer to my parents’ house than I realized. Possibly right across the damn lake from it. Intentional?
“You want us to go out there? Half dressed?”
He gestures to the left as we move again. “The neighbors on this side are both lawyers, both at their office in the city.” He nods to the right. “Mrs. Adderson is as blind as they come, so the old girl wouldn’t know what was going on if she were to look right at us.”
“I feel so much better,” I sass.
The grass tickles my feet as we head across the lawn. I fix my bra and then keep my free arm to my chest to give myself some sort of modesty despite what he said. Jordan’s hold on me flexes, the excitement pulsing through his hand into mine.
He’s taking me to a boathouse.