He pulls my panties aside. Just a fraction. Just enough to let the air sweep in across my clit. Just enough for the tip of his tongue to find its mark. Just enough to—
“Oh,” I moan. Fuck, yes. “Ohhh,” I groan out again. I grab his hair and push his face deeper into me.
My back buckles and my hips thrust up, like I’m the one fucking his face now. I rub myself along his scratchy chin, angling my body so that he hits me as I reach that climax and then sail away into the moaning of the most exquisite release I’ve ever experienced.
He licks me a few more times and then nips my inner thigh until I squeal. “Miss Preston,” he whispers, “I do believe I owe you a taste.” He scoots up my body, dragging that still very hard cock along my belly, right up my two-thousand-dollar pristine white dress.
Then his tongue is in my mouth. It’s sweet with my own desire. It’s tangy, tasting of the most sexual moment I’ve ever had with a man.
“We’re not done yet,” Fletcher says, taking my hand and pushing it down onto his cock. I squeeze him, then flick my fingertip over the little bead of liquid, smearing it across his head as I close my eyes. “Have you ever had multiple orgasms?” he asks.
“No,” I mumble sleepily.
“You’re about to.” He eases off me, flips me over on my stomach, and drags the zipper down my dress.
I don’t care what he does at this point. I just want more. I have never had sex like this. Ever.
He slips my arms out of the dress and then slides it down my legs and tosses it aside. When I look over my shoulder, he’s standing up, kicking off his boots. I watch him from that position and he grins as he takes his faded and ripped jeans off, one leg at a time.
I close my eyes as he eases himself over the top of my back. I open my legs to give him access, but he slaps my ass and says, “Close them back up, princess. I’ll tell you when I want you to move.”
Jesus. He’s got my full attention once again. And I obey without questioning him because he is clearly the expert here.
He reaches down between my now closed legs. He fingers my asshole, just briefly, and then he thrusts his fingers inside my pussy, pumping in and out—quick and rough. He drags the pool of come and saliva up my ass crack, and then I hear the tell-tale sound of another condom being ripped open. He slaps it on and positions the tip of his hard cock between my cheeks.
I look over my shoulder nervously. “I’ve never—”
“Shhhh,” he says. “I know. Just trust me.”
I don’t trust him, not for a second, but his cock eases past my asshole and slips right up into my pussy like it was meant for him. He reaches around my hip and lies down across my back, tilted to the side a little so he can continue playing with me as he eases his cock in and out. So slowly, I’m moaning for more without even realizing it.
It feels so amazing. My virgin ass is so sensitive to all the new touching. And even though this is just plain old pussy-fucking, it’s new in every way possible.
The hand underneath me finds my clit and starts strumming in the same rhythm as his hips.
I lose it before I even know what’s happening.
“You needed a good fuck, Tiffy. But holy shit, woman, you’re driving me nuts with your little moans and squeals. I’d fuck you all day if I could. I’d eat your pussy out so much, you’d be sore. I’d fuck your ass and your mouth next.”
I come. I come hard. Then he’s flipping us over, positioning me on top of him. I lift up a little and he shoves his cock inside me.
“Ride me, princess.” He reaches up and squeezes both my tits in unison, then tweaks my nipples until I gasp. “Harder,” he commands, as I move slowly. “Faster.”
I obey. I rock on top of him and then fall forward, drained beyond belief. He slaps my ass, and the crack of the smack wakes me up.
I push myself down into him. And he fills me up so much, I cry out from the pain.
“Shhh,” he says, kissing my mouth. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I just want to be inside you. All the way inside you.” And then he pushes my exhausted upper body off him, so I’m sitting on top again, and twists my nipples until I groan. “Fuck, yeah,” he says. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”
I mumble out a, “Yes,” but before I can say anything else, he tugs my upper body back down to his chest and starts hammering into me from below. His balls slap against my asshole so hard, I am breathless.
Utterly breathless.
He holds me down as I struggle to sit up so I can fuck him back. He grabs my hands behind my back and grips my wrists with fierce determination as he continues to pound. The little room fills with the noise of skin slapping skin and that’s it. That added sensory input is all I need to wail out my third orgasm.
Fletcher comes at the same time, grunting into my neck. He releases my wrists and slaps my ass, then grips both cheeks as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together.
Chapter Nine
When I wake up, he’s gone.
I almost smile. Like for real. Jesus fucking Christ. That was amazing. My first one-night stand. Only it happened in the middle of the day. I have to laugh at that.
Fletcher Novak. He made me come three times.
I roll over and have a moment of fear that he might still be here watching me. That’s enough to make me sit up and cover my bare breasts with my arms.
But he’s really gone. And I breathe a sigh of relief until I spy a note on the footlocker.
Shit.
I reach for it and then squint my sleepy eyes at the sloppy writing.
Hey, princess,
It was fun and all, but you know me. I’m only into the one-time thing. So don’t take it too hard¸ OK? Just accept it for what it is. And hey, I get points for leaving a note, right? I left the roof doors propped open with stones so you can get out of there all covert and shit.
Love ya,
Fletch
Holy hell. Thank God. I had a moment of fear that he might actually be interested in me. Sex on the roof is one thing, but dating an asshole like Fletcher is not in my future. At all. And I’m a little bit amazed that I feel this way. I mean, aren’t girls supposed to feel used after this sort of thing? And I admit, there were a few moments during that whole thing where I might’ve felt a little vulnerable. But not now.
I feel… satisfied. And happy. And ready to try out my new moves on the guy I really want.
Cole.
Shit! I scramble for my bag, dropped carelessly on the floor as I entered the little shed, and check my phone for the time. One o’clock. I have to meet Cole in an hour.
I jump up and find my clothes and shoes, then shrug into them as I grab my bag and stumble my way to the door.
Wow. I had a one-night stand.
I grin a little at that idea. I mean, I have never done that before. But Fletcher Novak was the perfect guy to do it with, right? No-Strings Novak. It should be tattooed on his chest. Plus, he really did give me some tips on how to seduce Cole. I need to make a change. Cole just doesn’t see me as girlfriend material and I think if I sexy myself up a little, I might be able to go from little sister to hot prospect.
I open the door and skip down the steps. I have not felt this good in so long I can’t even remember. Sex. Who knew it was just what I needed?
I giggle a little at that as I get to the door that leads out to the penthouse hallway. I open it just a crack, peek out, and then slip into the corridor and power-walk to my room.
Jesus, I sure hope Claudio hasn’t been looking for me. Fletcher was fun, but I’m never—like ever—gonna tell anyone I had sex with that slut.
I key the door, open it, listen, get silence, and then scoot inside, closing the door softly just in case.