More Than One Night

“What’s your name?” I pant, hurrying to bring his shirt over his head.

“Ethan,” he answers.

“Now make me scream it.”

He only smirks before his lips crash down on mine. Unlike the kiss we’d shared earlier in the bar before coming to his hotel room, this one is far less tame, our tongues clashing in our rush to finish undressing one another. I shiver as his hand slides up my skirt to push the fabric covering my pussy aside so his fingers can trail through the wetness I know is there.

It’s been there since we locked eyes an hour ago. His, intense and hungry, had trailed down my body until they settled on my bare thighs. Maybe it was the way I rubbed them together in need that had his eyes snapping back to mine. And in them, I found everything I needed to know about how the rest of my night would go.

And I was right. His gaze promises passion. His hands on my body betray the feral need driving him to give me exactly what I want. Their rough hastiness tells me he’ll not only take me high but keep me there. His fingers moving against me, one at my clit and the other thrusting inside me, brings the promises his eyes made me to life. As he starts rubbing my clit harder and faster, I reach into his pants, wrapping my hand around his cock and feeling him jerk in my hold.

“Shit,” he hisses, breaking our kiss. “That feels so good.”

I can only moan because words are beyond what I can give right now as he strokes me closer towards an orgasm. His lips go to my neck, kissing and sucking the skin there, and at his first bite, I fall apart, my hand tightening on him as my breaths come heavy and fast, pleasure coursing through me. When my eyes finally open again, I find him with a small smile on his face, watching me. He gives me one more kiss before removing his hand and stepping back. My own hand falls away from him and he reaches for his pants, removing them and his boxer briefs.

I bite my lip at the sight of his cock, hard, a drop of pre-cum already glistening on the tip. Pushing him backwards, he collides with the bed and falls into a seated position. I drop to my knees between his thighs, leaning forward to lick the drop off him. The groan that leaves him is music to my ears, making me smile around him before I suck the head of his cock into my mouth.

Circling my tongue around it a few times, I move further down, taking him in until he hits the back of my throat. I moan around him, the vibration making his thigh muscles clench under my hands. I bob on him, alternating between fast and slow until his hand in my hair tightens and he pulls me up for a hard kiss.

Our lips never break apart as he uses his hand to guide me up until I’m hovering over him. He pushes my skirt down, and then the thong underneath, making it easy for me to grind down on his cock when he reaches over to the nightstand to pick up the condom he placed there. His hands fumble with the wrapper while I grin at the way his teeth bite into his bottom lip, loving the effect I have on him.

He gets the condom out and I lift so he can roll the latex down his cock. His hands are quick to go to my hips, moving me back where we both want me to be. Positioned over him, and ready to slide down. I don’t waste any time doing just that. Even with the bite of him stretching me, I move down him all at once, until every inch is inside me. My head falls back at the feeling of being so full, at the way his hands tighten on me to the point of pain.

My hands go to his chest, and I begin riding him, rising and falling, slow at first, and then speeding up as the need to come intensifies. My head falls forward and I look down at him. I’m unsurprised to find him watching me with the same—even more so, really—intense look from the bar. As if his only thought is how he can make my body want to belong to him. As if he’s learning every little thing that will make me moan and gasp. And I’m so, so close to giving him what he wants.

He sits up then, his mouth going to my breast, tongue licking around my nipple, then flicking it as I speed up. His hands go to my ass, gripping me tightly and making me slam down harder on him.

“Oh God,” I breathe.

“Give it to me,” he demands.

I can only whimper, my body so close to the edge that I can taste the bliss I know is just beyond it. Then, he sucks my nipple into his mouth and I’m there, gasping my release, staying as close to him as possible so I can grind my clit against him. I hold his head to my breast, the sensation of him filling me and sucking on me taking me higher and higher. Feeling myself tighten around him, he groans against my breast, giving short thrusts into me, holding me to him by wrapping his arms around my back. As if I was going to climb off him, anyway. Not a chance. Not when my orgasm is only just now receding, but I’m still seeing the stars from how powerful it was.

When I finally release his head, he lets go of my nipple with an audible pop, bringing his head back until he’s staring into my eyes. Then, his lips are on mine, gentler now, exploring as our bodies move together slowly. My arms wrap around his neck, content to use this moment to catch my breath before I get more. Because I definitely want more.

Our lips break apart and Ethan stands, his hands going under my ass to hold me up. He turns so he can lay me on the bed, and I let my hold around his neck go. He slips out of me, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.

“You’re not done with me, are you?” I ask.

“Not even close. You haven’t screamed my name yet."

 "Turn around.”

I hurry to do as he tells me to, getting onto my hands and knees. He puts pressure on my lower back, pushing me down even further until I’m on my forearms, my chest touching the sheets beneath me. He slides his cock through my wetness a few times, rubbing the head of it against my too-sensitive clit, making me shudder in anticipation. Then, he’s at my opening, the head teasing me before he drives inside me with one thrust.

I gasp, my body trying to move up the bed. His hands are there, grabbing onto my hips to bring my body back into his as he begins pounding into me. I say his name over and over, first like a prayer, but then louder like a plea. It’s still not good enough for him. He wants my scream.

He leans over me, tongue licking up my spine, making me shiver. Using his thighs, he widens my own until my entire front is against the sheets. I arch up for his quick, hard thrusts, his arms going under my body, one up high so his hand can wrap around my throat, and the other across my breasts, holding me impossibly close to him. It’s his hand on my throat though, that has my eyes closing as the tension in my clit reaches an unbearable point.

“Please,” I beg.

“There we go. Now you’re ready to scream,” he whispers gruffly in my ear.

He bites the tip of it before licking around the shell while he gives me a brutal thrust. A few more of those and I give him exactly what he knew I would. My scream.

I scream, I shout, I yell his name, no thought of the fact that the people in the next room over must be hearing us. No thought except that my body has never felt such pleasure, has never reached this height before, and I never want it to stop. His hand tightens on my throat, and I find myself stretching my neck, wanting more of his hold. Then, he groans, burying his face in my hair and slamming into me as he comes. Our bodies slow down gradually, and we get the last of each other for a little while longer before he stops.

“Maybe I can know your name now?”

I chuckle. “Better late than never, huh? Alana.”

“That’s beautiful.”

A contented silence fills the room then. We stay the way we are, lying there with him atop me, and me beneath him. I’m not ready for him to move. I’m not ready for this to end. But it does, in the most unexpected way.

“Uh, I think the condom broke,” Ethan says when he slides out of me.

Well, there’s nothing like those words to break you out of all the bliss you just experienced.

I shout again, but this time it is not in any type of pleasure. “What the hell do you mean?”

“I don’t see anything in here, at least, definitely not as much as there should be.”

I turn over and look between my thighs, at the clear evidence that, yes, the condom broke. Trying to stay calm, I move off the bed. Running a shaky hand through my hair, I stare at him, my eyes narrowing.

“How old is that freaking condom?” I hiss.

“I got it like three weeks ago.”

“Oh, you take women back to your hotel room that often, huh?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t even go there. I was safe. It’s not my fault the condom broke.”

Taking a deep breath, I nod. I know he’s right, but fuck. This is a complication I really don’t need. This was supposed to be a carefree night. Something I desperately needed after spending the weekend at my parents and having them criticize every single area of my life from my lack of husband, child, or a parent-approved career.

I walked into the bar, needing a drink and a moment to unwind before I finished my long car ride home. But then I’d seen him, felt an attraction I never had before, and acted on it. And this is where it got me. Standing in a hotel room with a complete stranger, a broken condom in his hand, and us staring at each other like one of us will have some magic answer for what the hell to do about it.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, still trying to think straight.

I look down at the ruffled sheets, our time spent messing up the bed seeming like it was hours ago instead of minutes.

“Look, we can go to the clinic together, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he offers. “I’m clean, but I get that you don’t know me well enough to take my word for it.”

“Good to know, but I’m more worried about what could happen nine months from now because of that broken condom.”

He nods. “We can get you the morning after pill. Just…” He throws the utterly useless condom in the garbage and walks towards the bathroom. “Just let me get cleaned up and we can go together.”

He hesitantly goes into the bathroom, like he knows I’m ready to bolt at any moment. And he’s right, because the second the door closes, I begin getting pulling my panties and pants on. I can handle this myself. I don’t need a man I barely know, well beyond our kisses in the bar and what we just shared in this room, to go with me to the pharmacy. I pull my shirt over my head, and with one last look at the bathroom door, I grab my bra and purse, and walk out of the room.

Closing the door softly behind me, I regret it the moment the door closes. The moment I can’t go back into the room and act like I never left. Because if I’m being honest with myself, there was something there. The moment our eyes locked in the bar, there was something. Yes, attraction, lust, and need, but underneath all that, there was a stirring inside me that this man was different, that he was someone I wanted to know and wanted to learn about.

Everything we just did in that room has only made my interest grow. It’s only making the decision to leave the room, and him, behind that much harder because somewhere inside of me I know—I know—that if I stayed, this could be something. We could be something. He would take me to the pharmacy, but then he’d take me out to eat, he’d ask all the right questions, and give all the right answers. He’d smile more, and give me more kisses, he’d give my body more pleasure. He would make me want to stay here with him. And I can’t.

My parents’ words are still too fresh in my mind. Their ridicule and disappointment in me and my choices still hurting too much for me to forget them just yet. Those words ringing in my mind are what finally has me taking my hand off the doorknob. I step away from the door and walk the three blocks back to the bar, to where my car waits in the parking lot.

I get into the vehicle with a huff, dropping my head back on the headrest. Knowing I need to go before Ethan realizes I’m gone and comes looking for me, I start the car. Convincing myself again that this is the right choice, I pull out of the parking lot. Just as I turn onto the road, I see a figure running down the street, and even from our little time together, I know it’s him. I don’t stop, instead pressing down on the gas harder as he waves him arms over his head, trying to get me to let him catch up.

I keep driving instead.

The next morning, regret in my every step for leaving the room, I go to the pharmacy and call the doctor to make an appointment for a check-up while I wait in the checkout line. Once I’ve got the morning after pill, I pop it out and swallow it with a mouthful of water.

“I should be fine now.”

Famous last words, right?