Page 5 of The One You Chose

“And you were going to let him see this?” A surge of possessiveness took over me. I barely knew this woman. I didn’t even know her last name yet, and this wasn’t the time to ask. But it didn’t matter. Staring at her golden silk skin, I wanted to be the last man who would see her like this. I wanted to be the only.

“No, I told you. I don’t do this. I only wore it for a little confidence boost.”

I ran a finger over the top of her left breast, pulling her bra down to expose her bud. “And do you feel confident?”

Before she could answer me, I bent down, taking one brown nipple into my mouth. A moan sounded as I swirled my tongue around the hard nub. Her hands buried in my hair, securing me to her chest as I sucked and teased. She wrapped her legs around me, bringing my hard dick against her center.

“Take off your pants. I want to feel you.” She demanded.

I made short work of removing my pants and boxers, before grabbing a condom out of my suitcase. There were only three left. I wasn’t expecting to hook up with anyone, but I had a feeling we’d run through them all by the end of the night.

“Good goddamn.” She watched me, her eyes raking down my body like she was hungry for it. I had never been the most devoted gym member, opting for daily runs more for my mental health than fitness, under her eyes, I felt like the hottest man in the world. Her eyes left my hard cock to look at my eyes. She pulled off her underwear, throwing them to the side. “Get over here.”

Propping myself up on my arms above her, our bodies fit together. I kissed her deeply, my hard cock begging to be inside her, but I couldn’t. Not yet.

Sliding down her body, I kneeled on the floor in front of her. I ran a hand up her legs, pulling her knees apart until I was level with her cunt. As I kissed a line up her inner thigh, her hands came to rest on my hair, her short nails scraping against me. With one finger I parted her, the slickness of her wetting my finger. Plunging a finger inside her then two, I moved my hand against her. She moaned and I sped up. My thumb traced a circle around her clit and she let out an “oh my god” and I pressed harder. Three fingers inside her, I leaned forward, lapping at her slit as I pumped inside her.

“That’s right, come all over my hand.” I coaxed before sucking her clit into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it until I could feel her tense around my fingers.

She cried out, loud enough that I was sure I’d get a complaint the next day. I didn’t care. While she was still coming down from her climax, I slid the condom down my length.

The moment I pushed inside her, I knew I was fucked. Nothing felt as good as her pussy around my cock. Reaching around her body, I pulled her up to sit on my lap. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I moved her above me. As she threw her head back, I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking it as I played with her other nipple. She ground herself against me. Pumping fast, I knew I couldn’t last long. I just had to give her one more orgasm before I spent myself. The same stuttering cry she had before began and I moved faster, dragging my teeth against her tender flesh, and then I felt her contracting around me. I came right after her, holding on tight as the orgasm ripped through me. Our bodies slick with sweat, her arms wrapped around me tight, keeping me inside her.

“Oh God, oh.” She murmured over and over as her body slowly relaxed into me.

Pulling away I smoothed the little hair that fell from her ponytail from her face.

“Yeah?”

A smile brightened her face. “Yeah.”

Adjusting myself, I laid us down, side by side on the bed. One leg still around my hips and her face inches from mine.

“Stay, tonight, will you?” I asked. Already I was picturing the next day. Maybe I’d find a twenty-four-hour breakfast place. I’d feed her food and then we’d come back here and do all this over again.

In the back of my mind, I realized tomorrow was Thanksgiving. She’d likely want to spend the day with her family and I certainly wouldn’t invite myself over, but I’d claim her morning, and then we’d make plans for the rest of the long weekend. I opened my mouth to ask her but she snuggled in closer to my bare chest, her dark hair fanning out over her shoulders. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. That was a tomorrow conversation. I had a feeling we’d have plenty of tomorrows.

four

One Little Chance

Lina

Ishouldhaveknownthat it was going to be a long day. Until my mother called and woke me up that morning, I had completely forgotten about the turkey trot fun run my father signed the whole family up for. I was more of a few cocktails to get the holidays started type girl. Not the jogging in an orange tutu and turkey hat at 9 am in the few degrees above freezing rain type girl. After a recent health scare, my parents were going over the top in making fitness fun. I was signed up against my will. The only solace I had was that my 17-year-old cousin Jason would also be woken up to do the run. Seeing him in a turkey hat beside his mother, my Aunt Cathy, made the concept easier.

Three blocks into my walk to my car I wondered if I should have woken up Fitz. Something, anything. I was so disoriented when my phone woke me all I could do was get that ridiculous dress on and find my purse. I could see groups of people grouped together near the start of the race. An oversized sign with a turkey and Viking both clad in horned helmets and running shorts hung over Front Street. Pulling out my phone to check the time I saw I had fifteen text messages from Zoya ranging from excited, bewildered, and nervous. I sent her a quick message that I was fine, hungover, and now doing the fun run with my family. I knew she wouldn’t be getting up until noon today, anyway.

Stopping by my car, parked behind Sticky Cow brewery, I snagged my gym bag out of the trunk before making my way to my family huddled together. Despite rarely using the gym, I kept the bag in the car more for wishful thinking than anything.

“You can’t run in that dress,” my mother said, her hand over her heart. Lowering her voice, she bent down close. “Evangelina Grace McConnell, your cha-cha is hanging out for everyone to see.”

Suppressing the impulse to groan, I leaned forward to press a kiss on my mother’s cheek. “Thank you Mom, for saying that.” I held up the gym bag. “I have my stuff right here. But if you want me to stay back, I can...”

“No, no. Your father is just begging for an excuse to get out of this. Don’t you dare. Go into the bathroom to change. Don’t touch the toilet seat, you know there’s all sorts of nasties on that.” My mother shoved a travel pack of wet wipes in my hands. “And wipe yourself down, you smell like a bar. I’ll wait for you.”

Sweaty, I pulled my hair out of its day-old ponytail that likely smelled like sex and beer. In the metal mirror I plaited my hair to help the ridiculous hat fit over my head. My threadbare sports bra kept getting stuck on my sticky skin. Finally wrangling on the tight pants I looked at my reflection. Mascara smeared, my skin shades lighter than normal. The burnt orange color of the race tee-shirt did nothing for my complexion. I looked haggard. Was this a Thanksgiving event or Halloween? I wasn’t hungover. Wasn’tthathungover. I looked like I just had a one-night stand. My mother might not recognize it on me, but I felt like there was an enormous banner over my head that saidFreshly f’d. Just had three orgasms from a guy I just met. Didn’t even get his last name!

I didn’t regret the choice to sleep with Fitz. If anything, I wished I could have had more experiences like that before so I wouldn’t have been so awkward. I never dated someone I hadn’t known for years before. I had exactly five and a half boyfriends in my life. Had slept with three of them. Small towns weren’t known for allowing the anonymity of one-night stands. Maybe if I had slept with a few more guys, I would have known what the protocol for such a thing was.

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