Once Upon A Time Page 5

  Rest in pieces, bra.

  Goosebumps quickly coated my skin, the lack of bra was showing just how turned on I really was.

  This was ridiculous, I thought.

  How was this even happening? Was I attracted to him? Yes. Was I turned on just from his voice? Hell yes. Would this probably be the best one night stand I've ever had and probably won’t ever forget…

  The question instantly disappeared from my mind the minute the stranger lazily dragged his tongue along my right nipple, the very nipple that had become a painfully tight bud within seconds of meeting him.

  Oh god.

  The moment hit me with force, the moment when ravaging hunger takes over your body like a freaking hurricane. I was turned on to the point of no return, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted just to get the orgasm I craved. I moaned as his lips wrapped around my hardened peak and pulled with his teeth, soothing the slight burn with his tongue while squeezing my left breast.

  A rumbling growl brushed against the nipple that was currently seized between his teeth, igniting liquid heat that pooled between my thighs. I had no doubt that if he slipped a hand beneath my dress, he would find me wet and ready for him. As if he could read my thoughts, his hand descended, landing at the apex of my right thigh.

  Shit.

  I whimpered. “Please.” There was no stopping the begging that was flowing from my mouth like a freaking waterfall. My stranger had ignited the fire but was now adding to the blaze, turning me into a raging inferno.

  Mr. TDD growled, slipping his fingers against my exposed flesh, running his fingers gently over my clit before gliding between my folds. The move caught me off guard, along with his voice, which had gone from criminal to downright deadly.

  “You’re soaking. So damn wet.” He groaned, slowly teasing my pussy before slipping a single finger inside me.

  The fullness was new. His hands were large, his fingers no different as he worked me into a frenzy. His palm moved in slow circular motions as he fucked me with his fingers. Never had I felt the sensations that were coursing through my body. His tongue lapped against my aching nipples, a second finger joining the first inside me, his palm causing friction that was so delicious I thought I might pass out from the sheer pleasure.

  The orgasm bubbled quickly, coming to the surface, ready to boil over at any moment. My hands quickly dived into his black hair. I pulled as he pushed, tugging and squeezing as he matched my movements against my aching breasts.

  Then, he stopped.

  All movement ceased and I whimpered. His fingers were immobile, his mouth frozen around my right nipple. He had stopped and I was all too willing to beg him not to stop, to carry on. The man whom I’d met no more than thirty minutes ago held the orgasm of a lifetime in his hands and he was denying me of it. I needed it, I craved it and my god, I wanted it.

  My gaze moved down, wondering why he stopped when I was hit with the dark depths of his eyes.

  “I said I’d punish you if you moved,” he ground out, his voice octaves lower than before. Standing, his fingers left my body, leaving behind the empty feeling I was accustomed to. “Knees.”

  Sorry, what?

  I stared at him in confusion, what the hell did he...

  “I said…” he paused, slipping his fingers into my hair, guiding me to my knees before him, “knees.”

  I dropped without protest; if anything, I was anxious to see exactly what had been pressing against my thigh. With deft fingers, he opened his belt, swiftly followed by the opening of his button and zipper. His dress pants dropped to his mid-thigh and right there, standing hard as steel before me, was all of him.

  He wasn't wearing boxers.

  My pussy suddenly clenched with so much force, I thought I might pass out from lack of blood flow. It took every ounce of self-control not to touch myself from the mere sight of pre-cum coating his tip. I licked my lips. So this was my punishment? With a small smile, my hand encircled the base of his cock, squeezing tightly, knowing I’d catch him off guard. The groan from his lips was the encouragement I needed as I ran the tip of my tongue from base to tip before taking him in my mouth.

  “Fuck.” He groaned, his other hand coming to my hair. “Fuck!”

  The deep gravel in his voice, mixed with the unique taste of his pre-cum on my tongue was burning me up. I needed release.

  “Up!” He pulled me to my feet by my hair.

  The minute I stood, he pounced.

  “Jesus.” He moaned, plunging his tongue into my mouth without so much as a warning, pulling back the moment I could register to respond. “It’s not a punishment when you fucking enjoy it.”

  I couldn't not touch him anymore. Screw his punishment, screw that my mind was telling me this was completely wrong. I just wanted to screw him.

  My hands moved to his suit jacket, which was hanging open, his shirt buttons exposed to my wandering hands. Without a thought, I gripped his crisp white shirt and pulled hard. The sound of tiny white buttons ricocheting from every available hard surface rained down around us, falling with ease. I gulped hard, my gaze landing on a very sculptured torso. His skin had a light tan, only helping showcase some serious abdominal muscles and pecs.

  “You have no idea what you've just done.” My stranger growled as my palms landed on his hard pecs. “I hope you know that.”

  With a force I've never experienced before, his hands moved to my ass, lifting me from the floor in one swift move. He moved forward, lifting me as if I weighed no more than a feather, thrusting me back against the door of his office. I wrapped my legs around his hard muscular hips, noticing his cock resting against my spread legs. His hands left my body as he pulled out a condom from his pocket, ripping it with his teeth and sheathing himself. I groaned as he moved forward, his hands back on my ass, providing that delicious friction, bringing back the mother of all orgasms I knew would hit the minute he was inside me.

  My mind went blank the moment he slid inside, the only thing present was the deep, carnal pleasure that splintered through from the foggy depths of my mind to the very tips of my toes.

  I was done for.

  The stranger's lips moved to my throat, nipping, licking, sucking, biting, kissing and caressing the soft flesh as he moved deliciously slow. With my hands still in his hair, I tugged hard. The moment the growl of lust released from those lips against my neck, his pace changed. It was no longer slow, aching and passionate, it was hard, fast, rough and all types of pleasurable.

  I panted hard, moaning every time he pushed to the hilt, breaking me apart from the inside.

  “So. Damn. Tight.” He groaned, pushing me further to the impending orgasm that I knew would hit me like nothing I’d ever known.

  “Oh god.” I felt his teeth sink in to my skin harder than he had before, bringing the orgasm so close I could almost taste it. “Shit.”

  His pace, strong and hard, quickly turned frenzied, the uneven thrusts against my clit pushing boundaries. Just when I thought I couldn't’t moan any more, my orgasm hit.

  I was floating.

  I was flying.

  I was coming.

  With two last hard thrusts, he was right there with me.

  A stranger I had only met merely an hour ago gave me an orgasm so fierce that it shattered my world and everything in it.

  THE MINUTE MY BODY CAME DOWN from its heady high, all normal, rational thoughts quickly returned. What the hell had I just done? Not only had I been trying to spy on a stranger with a unique voice, but I had dropped my non-existent panties without a single protest.

  Oh my god.

  I didn't even know his name.

  I was basically a hooker.

  Shit.

  The stranger slowly pulled out of me, the full feeling leaving my body instantly. It was only then I really took him in. Damn it, he was stunning, like a damn masterpiece. It was then I noticed a tattoo sat beneath his rib cage; I couldn’t make out what it said but the script font was beautiful.

  “What do
es your tattoo say?” I blurted out as he placed me back on my feet, turning his back on me as he pulled his dress pants back up. “On your ribs.”

  I scolded myself instantly. You asked him about his tattoo? What about asking him is name instead? No? Of course not.

  I was met with a wall of silence as he moved towards another door in the far right corner of his office. Funny, I hadn't noticed it before. He stepped inside the room and I took the opportunity to clean myself up. I straightened my dress, mindful of my still shaking legs as I did so. Smoothing down my hair, I realized how epically awkward this really was. It wasn't the same as bringing a guy back to my apartment; they usually fled before I woke, cutting out the awkward morning after period.

  Rocking on my heels, I wondered what the hell to do. Do I leave? This wasn't my first rodeo but what do you do in that kind of situation? Deciding to hell with it, I walked towards the small room in the back of his office. The closer I got to the room, the more I heard the distinct sound of water running. Wait, did he have a shower in there?

  Standing in the doorway, I peeked in. Right there in the middle of the room was a shower. Literally just a shower. The whole room was one large wet room. The shower looked like something out of James Bond; it was clearly chrome and had more knobs on it than any shower needed. Then my eye line moved, landing on a very naked stranger.

  His body glistened from the water that still clung to his skin as he pressed a button just to the right of the shower.

  “There are spare towels if you’d like a shower,” he said as he started brushing his teeth at the large his and hers sinks on the far right of the room.

  “I don’t even know your name,” I word vomited. I tended to do that a lot. The filter that most normal people had? Yeah, mine was non-existent.

  He chuckled softly, spitting into the sink. He lifted his head a couple of inches and I found myself staring at those dark, grey depths in his reflection in the mirror. With a smirk, I watched as he ran his thumb across his plump bottom lip, catching the remaining toothpaste. “Like I said, Payton, I like my privacy.”

  Of course. This night was getting better and better. I still didn't know his name and I was still standing in his office like an idiot who’d never had a one night stand before. As I was lost in my thoughts, I was caught off guard when I found him standing before me.

  “Hi,” I squeaked.

  Wow. My vocabulary was amazing.

  “Hey.” He smirked, leaning in close, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. I shuddered as if on reflex. “You can use my toothbrush.”

  I instantly melted. That voice… did things to me that should have some kind of warning label. WARNING: This voice turns women stupid.

  He flashed me a wink before moving past me into his office, a towel the only thing covering his junk. I turned, finding him in the middle of his office with his back to me. It hadn't escaped my notice that he’d completely avoided my questioning about his tattoo. I tried another tactic.

  Wait, why was I wanting to know more about him?

  I should leave.

  Um, what the hell did I say to him; Uh, hey, thanks for the amazing screw and all, but I've got to run. Catch you later?

  “Your awkwardness is refreshing.”

  Sorry, what? Oh, he was talking to me. My bad.

  “Huh?” Yeah, I was about as smooth as sandpaper.

  “You have no idea how awkward you look right now.” He chuckled, dropping his towel and sliding on what looked like a freshly pressed clean pair of dress pants. Where did they come from? And more importantly, Whoa, that ass! “It’s refreshing,” he repeated as he buckled his belt.

  Again with no boxers.

  Turning, his eyes quickly found mine. Then, he walked towards me. I couldn't move as I watched each sculptured muscle contract as his torso twisted deliciously. “I’m going to make this easy on you.” He smiled, placing one forearm against the wood frame just above my head, leaning in close, that autumn rain scent surrounding me. “I’m going to finish getting dressed, then I’m going to disappear for ten minutes and when I come back, my office will be empty.”

  Without warning, his mouth pressed against mine. It was the briefest of touch, a sweetest kiss that was laced with so much sin it scalded. Before I could react, he pulled back. “How does that sound, princess?”

  My mouth dropped.

  My blood boiled.

  Every nerve went on high alert.

  “Excuse me?” I grounded out, my once relaxed and sated limbs were now tense and ready to take on King Kong himself.

  “I said—”

  I waved my hand.

  “I heard what you said, you don’t have to say it again,” I muttered, moving past him and grabbing my purse from the floor by the door.

  I was a fool. A stupid fool for ever thinking that maybe once I could just feel and not think. Ha! Quinn and Kylie were going to have a fucking field day with this one.

  “Open the door,” I grumbled, my head bowed and my eyes staring at the stupid carpet. “Now.”

  “Door open,” he said from somewhere behind me, curiosity in his voice.

  The door opened and I rolled my eyes as his ridiculous panty dropping trick. I bet he showed all the girls his fancy door. What an idiot I was.

  “Payton—”

  My head whipped around so fast that I almost lost my footing. How fucking dare he! Turning, I steadied my gaze, locking hard onto those stupidly mesmerizing eyes.

  “You.” I pointed, stepping into his personal space. I was so close I could feel his warm, minty breath caress my cheek. “Are a fucking toad.”

  He smirked. “A toad? Princess, I’m more like a god.”

  I lost it. My hand moved so fast that the only sound around the room was the echo of the slap against his skin. “God my ass.”

  If he was shocked, he didn't show it. In fact, the smirk he was wearing only grew. Arrogant son-of-a-bitch. Turning on my heels, I marched out of his fancy office and back out to the bar. I kept my eyes down and my feet moving, finding myself outside drinking in gulps of air like it was water only a few minutes later.

  Pulling out my cell, I fired a text to Kylie and Quinn, letting them know I had a headache and I was grabbing a cab home. I needed to get away from that stupid bar and wallow in my own self-pity for being so freaking idiotic. Getting myself together, I flagged down a cab.

  Twenty minutes and three single tears later, I let myself into my apartment. Walking into the living room, I threw off my heels and stripped my body of the peach dress I’d decided never to wear again. Walking towards the bathroom, I threw my purse… somewhere in the room. I didn't’t care where it landed, to be honest. I just wanted to shower and rid myself of the thoughts of what happened merely thirty minutes ago.

  I turned the shower up to scalding levels, ready to wash away my stupidity. Stepping in, I didn't’t once wince at the temperature as I scrubbed my hair and body. A couple of minutes later, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body. I could hear my cell alerting me to calls and text messages but I wasn't going to answer them; I just wanted to sleep and hope that tomorrow I wouldn't’t screw up the meeting like I screwed up my freaking non-existent love life.

  BANG. BANG. BANG.

  What the holy hell was that noise?

  I groaned. Rolling over, I cuddled my pillow closer to my body.

  BANG. Something falling over. SMASH.

  Okay. I was awake. What in the hell was going on in my apartment? My eyes quickly flew open and my hand went to my head. Oh yeah, I was hungover alright. Ugh. I swallowed hard, noticing my throat resembled sandpaper and tiny little daggers impaled my tongue. Shaking my head, I tried and failed to get my bearings as I stood from the bed.

  Whoa.

  Throwing my arms out, I tried to balance against the gravitational pull that I could only assume would mean I’d face plant the floor. After a couple of seconds of closing my eyes and praying to the alcohol gods that I really didn't want to see last night’s mistakes in
the bottom of the porcelain, my mind cleared enough to hear the sound of my best friend cussing like a drunken sailor.

  “Why would you leave a cup there? Who in the right mind does that?!” Kylie whined from what I assumed was my kitchen. “I mean come on! What the hell is wrong with people?!” She sighed.

  I heard the sound of glass being scraped across the kitchen floor and decided it would be a good idea to let my best friend know that our walls are about as thick as paper.

  Opening my door, I found a clearly flustered Kylie trying to pick up the pieces of one of my coffee mugs.

  “Is there a reason why you’re breaking shit at the crack of dawn?” I groaned as I stepped over the shards of my mug, almost running for the coffee machine. Almost.

  Looking up from her position on the floor, Kylie blew a stray strand of hair out of her face.

  “If you must know, Sleeping Beauty, I woke early to come and check on my friend who conveniently did a Julia Roberts when she was supposed to be getting drinks.”

  I rolled my eyes as I turned on the coffee machine, the smell of liquid heaven permeating the air as I tried, unsuccessfully, not to think about the night before.

  “One, you lost me on the Julia Roberts thing. Two, I had a headache from the alcohol and loud music, and three, how in the world did you get in last night? I’m sure I locked the door last night and you lost your keys somewhere in here for the hundredth time.”

  Kylie swept the remains of the mug and dumped it in the trash. Brushing herself down, she came beside me, her gaze looking for something.

  “Hmm.” She pondered, her gaze moving to my coffee mug which was filling nicely with steaming hot coffee. “Just so you know, you can’t lie for shit. Also, how did you not understand the Julia Roberts reference? Hello, Runaway Bride?!”

  Well that clears up that… except for the breaking into our apartment thing, but, you know, that’s totally not important.

  “You missed the part about getting into the apartment.” I shook my head, reaching out to retrieve my coffee when, of course, Miss Burglar stole it before I could even touch the damn thing. “Hey!”