One Night Stand (The Complete Story) (2 page)

As soon as the doors opened, Lorenzo grabbed my hand in his and pulled me into the hallway. I crashed into him, giggling as he fumbled with his key in the lock. Finally, the door flew open and we tumbled into the apartment.  I got a glimpse of the huge open space that was elegantly, but sparsely decorated before Lorenzo pushed me up against the wall.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he groaned in my ear as his strong hand gripped the bottom of my dress and yanked upwards. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, then peeled the tiny dress off my body so I was standing in front of him in my heels and lingerie.

I suddenly felt self-conscious standing there nearly nude in front of this incredibly handsome man I had only just met. I crossed my arms over my boobs protectively.

“Hey, don’t cover those,” Lorenzo laughed. “I like them.”

“No fair, you should have to take off your shirt too,” I replied with a shy smile.

“You make a good point. It is very ungentlemanly to leave my clothes on.” Lorenzo quickly yanked off his shirt, revealing the sharp outlines of his washboard abs and a deep v-cut leading down to the top of his jeans.

I didn’t mean to moan audibly…I just couldn’t help it. He was so fucking hot.

Lorenzo grinned at me and then quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, along with his socks and shoes so he was standing there in only his boxers. Fuck, he was so damn hot. His muscles large and lean, the perfect manly physique. I looked down to see the bulge of his erection and sighed at the hot sight but…what the hell?

“Orange?” Really?” I asked, looking at the neon orange color of his boxers. I cringed. Orange was my least favorite color and it made me irrationally annoyed to see it on his perfect body.

“Hey, I’m almost naked here and
that
is what you are paying attention to?” Lorenzo asked with a mock wounded expression. “Plus, what is wrong with orange?”

“You are hot as fuck, but those boxers hurt my eyes. Orange makes me gag,” I told him, planting my hands on my hips.

“Well, I don’t want you gagging at the sight of me. I’ll fix this right away.” Lorenzo yanked down his boxers and tossed them across the room.

My jaw dropped as I stared at his now completely naked body. The sharp v-cut below his abs lead down to a trail of short, curly, dark hairs that culminated at his huge erection. And it was seriously massive! His long shaft curved upwards and ended in a thick, reddened mushroom tip that looked too big to fit inside of me.

“Holy…crap!” I stared wide-eyed at his cock, unable to articulate just how hot and terrifying I found it.  I had been with a few guys before, mostly boyfriends, but none of them had been anywhere near as big as this. How could he possibly fit it inside me without breaking me?

“Now I get to see all of you…fair’s fair.” Lorenzo eyed my body hungrily and stroked his cock as he watched me.

The desire in his eyes erased my insecurity. He wanted me, just as I wanted him. And that sexual power gave me a burst of confidence. I gave him my most seductive smile and reached up, slowly, teasingly lowering one bra strap down my arm. Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed with lust and he licked his lips and watched intently as I moved the other strap down my arm.

Lorenzo stepped towards me. As much as I wanted him to take me right then, I was enjoying the power I held over him with my striptease. I shook my finger at him warningly, then spun towards the wall and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I put my arm across my breasts and turned back towards Lorenzo who was looking at me with a pained expression.

“I need you now. No more teasing,” he growled.  This time I didn’t stop him. Nothing could have stopped him. Lorenzo reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling it from my breasts.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as my breasts sprang free. His hands gently cupped their weight, gently squeezing and bouncing up and down. “You have no idea the things I’m going to do to you…”

He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and pulled it into his mouth. His tongue gently flicked until my nipple hardened and lengthened against his lips. My body was melting at his touch, but he was far from finished with me. As his mouth worked my nipple, I felt Lorenzo’s hand move down my body. His touch was slow, deliberate, and gentle. His fingers danced down the curve of my side, to my waist and down my hip. When his fingers found the nub of my hipbone, his hand moved inward, torturously slow.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. My legs felt unsteady, a heat boiling in my core that made all other thoughts and actions impossible. Lorenzo was coaxing a need so deep inside me that I hadn’t even realized was possible.  His fingers lingered at the lacey top of my panties, teasing my skin lightly with his touch.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I need…it…you…please.”

“Not yet. I like hearing you beg. I’m going to make you beg some more to punish you for teasing me,” Lorenzo replied, a devious smile playing at his lips.

Oh no. He was going to torture me.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before my body exploded. I needed his cock. I needed to be filled. Mercifully, Lorenzo’s fingers were still anxious to play with me. He brushed two fingers gently under the thin cloth of my panties, caressing the smooth, sensitive skin. 

I could feel my pussy heat at his touch. He was coaxing a wildness out of me that had been buried for far too long. I needed his touch. I pushed out my hips, pressing my pussy hard against his hand. Lorenzo’s eyes locked on mine.  He looked dangerous, devious. He knew he had control of me.

Right when I thought I would die from need, Lorenzo plunged his index and middle finger into my slit. I moaned, closing my eyes again as he worked me.

“Fuck, you are so fucking wet for me,” he whispered hoarsely. I smiled. The power had shifted again. He was controlling my pleasure but I was turning him on with my desire.

His fingers explored my pussy, circling my sensitive clit and sliding down to the slick, tight hole. He pressed his thumb against my clit, applying just enough pressure to drive me wild, as he plunged his fingers deep inside me again. I moaned my pleasure, throwing my head back as he brought me to the brink of ecstasy. My breath quickened; I could feel it approaching. I was so close.

“Yes, yes…” I moaned, grinding myself against Lorenzo’s hand.

“Not yet,” Lorenzo whispered as he pulled back his hand.

I was left aching, needing, unfulfilled. “What the fuck?” I asked angrily.

“I’m having fun with you. I promise it will be even better when it comes,” Lorenzo replied. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a reassurance but I didn’t have time to think it over.

Lorenzo gripped top of my panties and yanked down, pulling them off me swiftly and forcefully.  I was finally completely naked and Lorenzo looked triumphant.

“God, you are sexy. I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he whispered in my ear as he grabbed hold of my hips. Before I could respond, he spun me around so I was facing the wall.

Lorenzo’s hands moved gently, sweetly, down the curve of my back and caressed the swell of my ass.
Smack!
He slapped my ass with just enough force that it stung, but gently enough that the pain was tinged with pleasure. I wanted more. Lorenzo had plenty more in store for me.

“I need to feel you on my cock,” he groaned, gripping my hips again. I could feel the hard swell of his erection against my ass. Was he really going to stick it in me? Would it fit?

“Will you be gentle?” I asked. “Your cock is massive.”

“I promise not to break you, baby,” he whispered, but his voice was hitched with desire and I knew he wasn’t going to wait much longer to claim me.

He positioned the thick, spongy tip of his cock right at my wet slip and gently thrust his hips forward. My entrance strained, stretched to the limit as his cock moved forward. Finally I felt a little pop as my pussy gave way and his thick shaft slid deep inside of me.
Fuck.
It felt incredible. I had never been filled so entirely, pushed to the limits, the way Lorenzo’s cock stretched me.

“Fuck, you are tight, Emma,” he groaned. “Your pussy is so warm, it feels like you are giving my cock a tasty little hug.”

He grabbed my hips tightly and started to pump. He thrust hard and fast, with an unmatched athleticism.  Each thrust of his cock shot a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. I was melting, falling to pieces from the magic of his cock. The only thing keeping me upright was the firm pressure of his hands on my hips.

My pussy was turning into a river, my wetness poured down my thighs as Lorenzo continued to hammer me. Fuck, it felt good. More than good. My drunk, sex-crazed brain couldn’t even find the necessary words to describe how incredible Lorenzo’s cock felt inside me.

Just as I was approaching the height of my pleasure, Lorenzo pulled back, slipping his cock out of me and leaving me empty and trembling with need. “No!” I gasped.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Lorenzo laughed. He reached one hand around my waist and the other grabbed my legs behind the knees. He hoisted me up effortless, flexing those perfect muscles and showing me that there was real strength behind that gorgeous physique.

He planted a quick kiss on my forehead as he carried me through the apartment, past the walls of gorgeous paintings I hadn’t even noticed earlier, to his luxuriously manly bedroom. He gently tossed me onto the huge bed that was covered in grey silk sheets and a thin, black quilt. Everything about the room was modern, crisp, and masculine, just like Lorenzo. I didn’t have time to study it any further, because Lorenzo reached over and smacked my ass, then jumped onto the bed next to me.

His erection was still massive and hard as a diamond, sticking straight as if pointing to the ceiling. I was mesmerized, staring at his cock as he shifted into a seated position.

“Come here and sit on me, pretty girl,” Lorenzo laughed, noticing my rapt attention. “I owe you a killer orgasm.”

I didn’t need any further prompting.  I crawled over and Lorenzo gently took my hand in his, helping me balance on the soft bed as I swung my leg over his lap. As soon as I was straddling him, Lorenzo took back control. We were sitting face to face, my breasts pressed up against his chest and my pussy hovering just over the tip of his huge cock.

Lorenzo gripped my waist gently but firmly, then pulled me down, pushing my pussy onto the hard tip of his erection. My entrance strained once more, but I was already so wet and turned on that his cock burst right into my, sliding into my pussy without any pain. I wanted to take a minute to revel in the delicious sense of fullness, but Lorenzo was done being patient. He took charge of my body, picking me up so I was hovering over him, just the tip of his cock still inside me, then slammed me down on his lap so he was buried in me to the hilt. Over and over, he thrust me onto him, harder and faster with every stroke. He was making me ride him and I was losing myself to the pleasure.

“Come for me now, baby,” he growled, as he pushed me onto his cock again. My body complied. It had no choice. My pleasure crested as his cock slammed deep inside my channel once again and I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as the wave ripped through me. I cried out a garbled version of his name as Lorenzo continued fucking me relentlessly. As my pussy trembled around him, Lorenzo gripped me tight and pulled me down one final time. He held me there, his hands gripping me tightly as his cock pulsed inside me, shooting thick streams of warm, creamy seed into my core.

Our orgasms lingered, our bodies quivering together in a sweaty, sticky mess as we silently caught our breaths. I leaned heavily against Lorenzo’s hard chest, feeling the swift beat of his heart against my breasts.
Damn, that was fucking incredible.
I had never been fucked like that before. Lorenzo knew exactly how to treat my body, how to coax out my pleasure. I found myself wishing we could do this again, and again. I wanted more.
Stop being silly
, I told myself. This was just a one-night stand, nothing more. Lorenzo didn’t seem like the kind of guy who was looking for anything long-term.

I got up and started looking around for my clothes, but Lorenzo grabbed my arm. “What are you doing?” he asked, looking into my eyes. His bright eyes held such an intensity. It was as if fire was always burning just behind them.