One Night in London (3 page)

“Take off your dress and let me see that gorgeous body of yours,” he spoke in a low voice as he broke our kiss.

He took a step back and watched as I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my dress. A growl escaped him as I stood there in my cream-colored lace panties and matching strapless bra. He walked over to me with a hunger in his eyes. Placing his hands firmly on my hips, he turned me around so I was facing the window.

“Don’t worry. Nobody can see anything up here,” he spoke as he unhooked my bra and slid his tongue along my spine while his hands firmly grasped my breasts.

My body trembled beneath his fingers as my heart pounded in my chest. A pool of warmth engulfed me down below and the throbbing became fierce. After exploring my ass cheeks with his mouth, he turned me around so I was facing him. He was on his knees and his eyes met the top of my panties.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he moaned while his fingers gently took them down. His tongue licked up my inner thigh while his fingers drifted across my opening. “You are so wet and so beautiful,” he whispered as his tongue slid up and down my most sensitive spot.

I no longer cared about anything in the world. I only cared about how good he made me feel and how I’d probably never recover after being fucked by him. My hands ran through his hair as he dipped his finger inside me while his tongue circled my clit. I could feel myself swelling against him. My breath hitched as an explosion of pleasure erupted and I felt like I was going to collapse. He stood up and, in one swoop, I was in his arms as he carried me over to the bed. Gently laying me down, his eyes never left mine as he stripped out of his clothes. His body. My eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from his toned and muscular form. From his biceps to his chest, his washboard abs and his perfectly sculpted V-line sent my body into hyper drive. When he pulled down his underwear, I gulped at the sight of him. He was perfectly shaven and his cock stood tall, thick, and proud.

He walked towards the bed and climbed on top of me, taking my hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping before moving over to the other one. His fingers dipped inside me once again, moving easily in and out, causing the wetness to pour out of me. His tongue slid down my abdomen and stopped at my belly button as it made circles around it, causing spasms so severe I thought I was going to die. Words weren’t spoken. We were both caught up in the heat of the moment, a heat that radiated from the both of us. His mouth made his way down to my pussy as he took hold of my legs and spread them wide. I threw my head back in appreciation at how this man made me feel.

“You taste so fucking good, and as much as I would love to sit here and devour you all night, I have to fuck you.”

He stood up and reached inside his wallet, pulling out a condom. Tearing the corner with his mouth, he removed it from the wrapper and gracefully slid it over his throbbing cock. Nothing had ever turned me on as watching him do that did. He climbed on top of me and kissed me before thrusting himself inside me, inch by inch. We both let out a moan as he buried himself deep within me.

“God, you’re tight. Ah. You feel so good.” He thrusted in and out of me. “Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?”

“Yes,” I wailed as his thrusting became rapid.

Our mouths met once again and our tongues tangled with passion as low moans escaped us.

He rolled over on his back, pulling me on top of him effortlessly.

“Sit up and fuck me,” he commanded. “I want to see that beautiful body ride me.”

I sat up like he asked, my hands firmly planted on his chest as he grabbed hold of my breasts, kneading them and fingering my nipples while my hips ground into him.

“So beautiful,” he moaned.

Our eyes locked onto each other as I moved back and forth.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me nice and hard.”

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down as he passionately kissed me. Breaking our kiss, I sat up and circled my hips as my body went into an orgasmic state and I let go, giving into another orgasm. He quickly flipped me over and took me from behind, pounding into me with long, deep strokes as his hands firmly grasped my ass. A hiss escaped him as he halted and then slowly moved inside of me as he came.

He collapsed on top of me and softly kissed my shoulder as we both tried to regain our breath. My world had just been rocked by this one man. A stranger whom I’d just met a little over an hour ago. A stranger that I’d never see again but who had done something to me that I couldn’t explain.

He climbed off and threw the condom in the trash.

“You can get under the covers,” he spoke as I lay there, unable to move.

“Yeah, but I can’t move.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked as he ran his hand down my back.

“No. You didn’t hurt me at all. I just feel paralyzed at the moment.”

He chuckled as he took hold of my hand and helped me up and under the sheets. I turned on my side, facing the other way. I wasn’t sure why I did. I just couldn’t bring myself to face him after what we had just done. Maybe it was the fact that if I looked at him, I would cry with happiness at the experience he gave me. Or maybe if I looked at him, I would become emotionally attached. As I lay there, his arms wrapped around me.

“Good night, beautiful strange girl.” He softly kissed my shoulder.

“Good night, handsome strange guy.”

Tomorrow morning was going to be awkward and I needed to make sure I escaped before he woke up.

Him

S
he refused to tell me her name. Normally, I wouldn’t care. But something inside me needed to know who she was. She was stunningly beautiful and a name would complete her. It didn’t matter anyway. In the morning, I’d be gone before she woke up and I’d never see her again. It was probably for the best anyway. I would hurt her and she would ultimately hate me. It’s what I did. It’s all I knew. This feeling inside me as I held her scared me. I didn’t know this girl at all and yet, I felt compelled to. I got the feeling she had never done this before, not with a total stranger. She was nervous. That much I could tell. She still was nervous. I closed my eyes and I could still see her. The way her body trembled with the mere touch of my hand excited me. Her blonde hair with the curled ends that draped over her shoulders looked like silk and her green eyes that looked like jade stared into mine as I fucked her. Her body: slender, toned, yet fragile. She was the perfect height at five foot seven and even more perfect in those sexy stiletto heels she wore. Her scent infiltrated my senses. She smelled liked roses, a scent that would always remind me of this night.

The next morning, I quietly climbed out of bed and put on my clothes. If I showered, it would wake her and I needed to leave before she awoke. My suitcase was already packed and ready to go. As I grabbed my watch from the nightstand, I stared at her. She looked like an angel, sound asleep and exhausted from last night when we fucked again. I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but for fear of waking her, I didn’t. I grabbed a piece of paper from the desk and jotted down a few words.

“Good bye, beautiful stranger,” I whispered as I grabbed my suitcase and quietly walked out the door.

Chloe

M
y eyes flew open and, for a second, I couldn’t remember where I was. I looked over to the other side of the bed; it was empty. I sat up and looked around. There didn’t appear to be any sign of him. Climbing out of bed, I slipped on the robe that was hanging on the back of the bedroom door and quietly walked into the living area of the suite. He wasn’t anywhere. I noticed when I walked back into the bedroom that the suitcase I saw sitting in the corner last night was gone. He had left. Glancing over at the dresser, I saw a note. Picking it up, I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you for a beautiful night. Have a safe trip home.”

I took in a deep breath and let it out. I picked my clothes up off the floor, grabbed my purse, and headed back to my room. Just as I inserted the card key, I heard Sienna coming down the hall.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing.” I opened the door and stepped inside.

“Why are you wearing that robe and why are you carrying your—Holy shit on a cracker, you had sex last night!” she yelled.

“Shh.” I held my finger to my lips.

“Don’t you tell me to shush. You better tell me who, what, when, where, and why, right now!”

“I will. Can I make a cup of this pathetic shit they call coffee?”

“Hell no! Fuck the coffee. You are telling me exactly what happened right now!”

Sitting down on the bed, I cupped my face in my hands.

“Chloe, he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Shaking my head, I looked up at her.

“No. Just the opposite. I can’t explain how he made me feel.”

With a small smile, Sienna sat down on the bed and hooked her arm around me.

“It was that good, huh?”

“Mind-blowing. Superb. Breathtaking. Fantastic.”

“Okay. Okay. I get it. Now tell me who this mind-blowing man was.”

“The most incredible and perfect-looking man I’ve ever seen in my life,” I spoke as I looked at her.

“Name?”

“I didn’t get his name. No names, remember?” I cocked my head.

“Shit. I didn’t teach you right. If he’s that incredibly good-looking, it’s always good to put a name with the body.”

Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “We didn’t exchange names. We just exchanged passion and, oh my God, Sienna, he was—I’d never felt—the orgasms were—”

“Wow. I have never seen you like this before. What the fuck did he do to you?”

I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to start the shower. She followed behind.

“He was gentle and sweet and he said things to me no other man ever had.”

“You made sure he used a condom, right?”

“Yes. He used a condom.”

“How many orgasms?” She smiled.

“I lost count.” I bit down on my bottom lip.

“So how did you leave it with him this morning?” she asked, leaning up against the sink.

“I woke up and he was gone. I found this note on the dresser.” I pulled the note from my robe pocket and handed it to her.

After reading it, she looked at me and clasped my shoulders.

“Congratulations, Chloe, on becoming a full-fledged woman.”

“Get out of here,” I lightly smacked her hand.

“Don’t be too long. We have to pack and head to the airport.”

Stepping into the shower, I realized I had forgotten to ask her about Sam.

“How was Sam last night?” I yelled.

“Nothing like I expected. A bit disappointing. He’s rather sloppy in bed. I had to take control and I wasn’t happy about it.”

I laughed as I shampooed my hair. There was nothing sloppy about the man I was with last night. He was perfect and always in control.

****

L
anding in Boston, Sienna and I hugged good bye. She had a flight to catch back to New York and I had a flight back to L.A.

“I hate leaving you.” She pouted.

“I know.” My eyes began to tear. “I wish I could move back to New York.”

“Then do it! Besides me, your parents would be thrilled.”

“There aren’t any jobs available. I’ve been looking.”

“Then maybe you need to switch careers.”

“You know I can’t and won’t. I love art too much.”

She looked at her watch and gave me another hug. “I’m boarding in five minutes. I’ll skype you later tonight.”

“Bye, Sienna. Have a safe flight.”

“Bye, sweets. You too.”

Dragging my carry-on behind me, I headed to my gate. My flight didn’t board for another hour, so I stopped and grabbed a coffee. I moved to Los Angeles a year ago when I landed a job at an art gallery as an assistant art curator. I had just graduated with my master’s degree, and the owner of the art gallery that I interned for in New York offered me the job at his L.A. gallery. I really didn’t have a choice. There was no position for me in New York and I needed a job. Leaving Sienna and my parents behind was the hardest thing I had ever done, but being on my own in L.A. was a great experience. I had always been independent and I adapted quickly and made a few new friends. But Sienna and I would be best friends for life. She was like my sister. We shared everything and we skyped every single night or facetimed. That was what calls were: facetime. We very rarely did regular phone calls.

Stepping off the plane at LAX, I headed to baggage claim and saw Corey standing there holding up a sign with my name on it.

“You dork.” I smiled as I hugged him.

“How was London?”

“Fabulous. We had the best time, and the galleries and museums over there are to die for. You would have loved it.”

“I’m sure I would have,” he spoke as he grabbed my suitcase from the belt. “So did you meet any hot Englishmen over there?”

I shrugged. “A couple but—” I smiled.

Corey looked over at me with a small grin. “But?”

“I met an American man. A really hot and sexy American man.”

“Oh. His name, please.”

“I didn’t get his name. We just had wild and amazing sex and the next morning, he was gone.”

I continued walking and then stopped when I noticed Corey was no longer next to me.

Turning around, I spoke, “What? Why did you stop?”

“You, Chloe Kane, had sex with a man and didn’t get his name first? What’s the matter with you? Who are you?” He smiled.

“It was on my list.”

“What was on your list?” he asked as we continued walking.

“Sex with a stranger in a foreign country.”

He slowly shook his head. “You’re weird. He could have been dangerous, Chloe.”

“Oh, he was deliciously dangerous.” I grinned.

****

I
t felt good to be back home. After I showered, I made a cup of tea and curled up on the couch, still thinking about the man from last night. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or the feel of him on my body. Every time I touched my lips, I could still feel them trembling from his kiss. As I was fantasizing about him, my phone rang with a facetime call from Sienna.