One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One (6 page)

She loved the contrast of his white fingers on her darker flesh, no matter what her mother might think about it. He built up a good lather and worked it nicely into her curly thatch. He even opened her lips to let the hot water beat inside her, encouraging Lisa to melt back into his arms with pleasure.

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John transferred his attention to Lisa's neck and shoulders, kneading tension from the muscles that Lisa hadn't even realized was there. She turned around to kiss him and found his dick sticking up between them.

She giggled.

John frowned.

The giggle became a laugh.

John chuckled just a little himself, as if he was forcing the reaction. "Don't you know it's the height of ill manners to laugh when confronted with a man's erection?"

Lisa took the soap from John's hands and began to build a lather of her own. "Surely you don't have any reason for insecurity." She ran her bubbly hands up and down his length to reinforce her point. She let her other hand massage John's testicles, cleansing them, teasing them, and turning John on.

"So why the laughter?"

Lisa wondered how John could possibly be this insecure.

She decided to throw him a bone for his ego. "I was just thinking that your friend here," she squeezed John's dick for emphasis as she continued to jack him off, "is Mr.

Irrepressible. That means I can suck you off here in the shower and still get fucked good and hard another time or two before morning."

"You can get fucked by me any time you like!" John promised her.

Lisa felt a twinge of concern. John did know this was just a one-night stand, didn't he? No strings, no commitments, different cities. She hoped he wasn't going to ruin things. She decided to distract him rather than find out.

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"So are you ready for the best blow job of your life?"

John smiled. "Any time you're ready to give it."

Lisa slid down to her knees in front of him. The water beat down over her head, running rivers down John's stomach onto his dick and balls. She took one of the testicles into her mouth while continuing to pump his shaft with her hand. The water ran right into her face and up her nose.

Lisa pulled away sputtering. "This may be more difficult than I thought." She started to try the other ball, before reconsidering. "I think you're going to have to settle for a more traditional job."

"I'm not complaining," John told her. "No woman has ever made me spew twice in one night before, much less the three times you're promising."

Lisa sensed a challenge. She lifted her head high to go down on him. "Who says you get to stop at three?"

Pressing her mouth over the head of John's dick, Lisa forced her face downward and let his size pry her lips apart.

She loved the look of his hard cock thrusting up towards her.

She would love to try and deep throat John, but she had visions of the effort ending in the hospital with John's dick wedged in her esophagus.

Lisa pulled back off John's erection and licked its purple head, forcing John to groan with pleasure. She loved listening to him make that sound—loved knowing that
she
could make him feel that good. She sucked him in again. He actually grew
harder
in her mouth. The excitement went straight from her lips to the depths of her pussy. Lisa dropped one hand to touch herself. Her fingers added to the warm water were 47

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enough to make her quiver—a little aftershock of her earlier orgasms.

Lisa touched herself harder. She felt so turned on it would be easy to bring herself off. Pressing her fingers roughly against her clit, she made the quick circular motions that always stirred her fire.

Lisa's mouth was full of John. His breath a ragged pant in her ears. The warm water running down her sides mingled with her juices. Her fingers drove her button harder, egging on her frenzy. She could feel herself getting closer, closer, closer. John was so hard in her mouth. She could tell from his grunts that it wouldn't take much longer. She was nearly there herself. Just a little longer, a little closer. Lisa...was going... to come...

A buzzer sounded urgently somewhere in the apartment.

"Jesus Christ!" John threw his head back and howled.

"Fuck!"

Lisa stopped sucking. "What's wrong?"

The buzzer sounded again.

"The goddamn pizza!" John exploded. "What fucking terrible timing! If that bastard thinks he's getting a tip after this...!"

Lisa sat back in the shower and began to laugh.

The deliveryman buzzed again, longer this time.

John stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "I'll be right back!" he muttered.

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He couldn't believe how badly he had just blown things! It wasn't the pizza man's fault that John had been getting head in the shower when the food arrived. But like an idiot, John had lost his temper anyway. He had probably just frightened Lisa away. She still hadn't come out of the bathroom. Was probably hiding there from him. How typical of his luck. John met an incredible woman and blew it!

"John?"

Lisa stepped tentatively into the living room, a fuzzy blue towel wrapped around her breasts and covering her pussy.

Her glasses were back in place across her eyes. "Are you okay, baby?"

John couldn't find the words. "I..."

Lisa came up next to him, still looking very concerned.

"What is it?"

"I-I'm sorry. I guess I just have a bad temper. I guess I just made a fool of myself."

"Bad temper? Baby, that isn't a bad temper. Hell, if you didn't get mad when your cock is yanked out of my mouth,
I'd
be hurt and angry."

John just shook his head.

"Baby, you're still going to come." She dropped her towel and guided his hand to her pussy. "You are definitely
not
through coming tonight."

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Lisa reached inside John's towel and felt his rapidly hardening penis. "That's the way, baby. Get down here on the floor with me."

John felt his confidence returning with his erection. His spirit began to return as well. "I'm such an ass," he said.

"When I went storming out of the bathroom to yell at the pizza man, I thought you'd dump me for sure."

"You weren't the only one frustrated." She grabbed his stiffening cock and pulled it toward her pussy. "Now why don't you move down here and make us both feel better?

You're hard enough now, and I'll bet you'll get even harder once you're inside of me."

John knelt over Lisa and pressed the head of his cock against her lips.

"Just fuck me, John!" Lisa told him. "Fuck me this time for
you
! Don't worry about me! I can't help but come if you're inside me!"

Realizing he could really fall for this woman, John tried to thrust his whole length into Lisa's hot wetness.

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"Oh!" Lisa gasped.

John pulled out and pounded in again.

"My!"

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His testicles slapped her ass as he completed his next stroke.

"God!"

He was so deep into her, Lisa thought she would tear or burst.

"You are
everything
!" John told her, punctuating the final word with a wickedly deep thrust of his cock. "I have ever
wanted
!" He thrust again. "In a
woman
!"

Lisa thought she had just been encouraging him, but John actually
was
growing bigger inside of her. Oh God, how she loved the feel of his rigid cock! God, how she needed to keep feeling it inside her! Now, tomorrow, forever, she wanted John's dick inside her pussy edging her on toward heaven.

Lisa's eyes popped open, all too aware of the direction of her thoughts. How did this man keep getting to her? It was just sex, damn it! The best damn sex she had ever imagined, but just sex just the same!

John's passion built into a frenzy, pushing Lisa along ahead of it. She raked her nails across his back and clawed at his ass, desperately trying to find some purchase. She finally grabbed a firm hold and pulled him harder into her pussy. Her breath rasped in and out of her chest, struggling for air against John's weight and motion. She couldn't stand the pace. Her breasts heaved; her pussy bucked. His strokes grew ever harder, stretching her, filling her, lifting her, tormenting her...

"Oh John!" she shouted before clamping her teeth down deep into his shoulder to stifle her screams of release.

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Lisa had never climaxed this hard, couldn't come this hard, had to stop coming so hard. But John didn't stop thrusting—

didn't stop pushing her whole body before him on the floor and then pulling her back down to him. Lisa couldn't come down off the edge. He was too damn rigid, too damn big. She could feel the veins beneath his cock pulsing as they slid in and out of her. He pushed every stroke roughly against her g-spot and only got harder the more excited he made her. Lisa opened her mouth to breathe, but lost the chance when she began to orgasm again.

There was nothing she could do. She bit, she gasped, she prayed, she came, until finally John's iron dick spewed liquid fire deep inside her and he collapsed across her breasts.

They fell asleep with him on top of her, penis still buried deep between her thighs.

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The sun had set when John woke. He still lay on the floor with Lisa beside him. The moonlight coming through the windows offered modest illumination, just enough to see Lisa's outline and the darker patches on her flesh which marked her nipples and pussy.

John caressed Lisa's face with his right hand, letting the back of his fingers follow the contours of her cheek and chin.

She was so beautiful, so utterly exciting, and yet, despite an increasingly intimate detail of knowledge, John realized he didn't know anything about her that really mattered.

Still, real familiarity could come in time. Hartford wasn't that far away. Amtrak could get there and probably Metro North. They could commute on weekends for incredible romps of sex and spend the nights in between getting better acquainted on the phone. A connection this intense demanded cultivation. While John knew it was far too early to think about such things, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd finally found his soul mate. What other reason could explain the way Lisa got inside his mind, turned his blood to fire, and his flesh to iron?

John lowered his hand to caress Lisa's nipple. The contact stirred his poor abused dick. It felt sore in ways that only self-abuse had made it before. No woman had ever pulled this type of performance out of him.

John wet his thumb and massaged Lisa's other nipple. It quickly swelled under his ministration. He stroked the 53