One Night Only

Guilty Pleasure

“Been a long time since I last saw you.” He said, still smoking whatever he held between his fingers.

“Yeah.”

I could feel his gaze on me, lingering more than necessary.

His eyes eventually dropping to my soggy shirt.

“Someone’s been drinking?”

“Oh no, not mine.” I said quickly, gesticulating.

Silence stretched between us.

”Where have you been?” I asked, cutting through it.

He exhaled slowly.

“Taking my time to reflect. Trying to figure out if I made the right choices. If leaving it all behind was worth it.”

I frowned.

“The company,” He continued. "Everything I was.” Then his eyes met mine. “You.”

What?

What the hell did he mean me?

My expression must have given me away because his jaw tightened slightly.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean, Ella.” He said, his tone firmer now. “It’s always been you.” He edged closer.

“Liam…..please, this isn’t a good time.” I said, shoving his words aside before they could settle.

He didn’t argue. He simply held out the blunt.

I took it.

Not because I wanted it but because it was the easiest way to quiet him down.

We stayed there in silence. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t restless.

It was calm.

I’d always felt safe around him, respected in ways i don’t think Raymond ever managed.

i exhaled slowly, his eyes watching me longer than necessary.

I choked on the smoke.

"You don't like being looked at for too long." He said with a smirk.

I laughed under my breath, but it didn't reach my chest.

He stepped closer, not enough to touch, just enough for me to feel him.

Then my phone buzzed.

Beth.

She was asking where I was.

She probably got lost trying to find the exact balcony I was.

"You never stayed." He said, like he already knew I was about to leave again.

Our eyes locked, more intense than before.

I didn't move, his words opening a part of my heart I never wanted to be unlocked.

My heart betrayed me before my mouth could.

My phone buzzed again.

Elara?

I glanced at the screen, then at him.

His gaze had drifted, eyes now fixed on the sky, like he'd already stepped away from the moment.

"it's Beth. I should go." I said.

He didn't answer, the cloud seemed more interesting.

Poor Beth.

To think she's dressed up for him.

All that effort.

He doesn't deserve her, I thought.

I stepped back, turning away from him.

"Be careful." He murmured.

He didn't try to stop me, somehow that made it worse.

My chest ached, but I kept walking before I did something reckless.

Burying my desires so deep.

The club swallowed me again.

Bodies, heat, noise.

I searched for Beth everywhere.

Finally, I found her sober at the bathroom door.

She tugged me into a hug like nothing happened.

Her feet unsteady, eyes glassy like she'd been holding something in for too long.

"There you are." She said, her voice crackled. "I was starting to think you left me."

"Now why would I do that?" I replied, reaching for her arm when she swayed.

She laughed.

A sharp, broken sound.

I could tell she'd been crying.

"Do you know how long I waited for him?"

I didn't answer.

"He said he'd meet me. He said he'd be back in a jiffy." Her arms swayed up again, letting out her frustrations. "He said just one drink with his friends, one. I kept checking my phone like an idiot."

My chest tightened.

I guided her towards the exit as she kept talking.

My focus on getting her home safely.

Her steps unsteady.

"I don't ask for much, do I?" She sniffed.

"No, you don't." I said softly, already pulling out my phone.

"Well he makes me feel like I do........I just wanted him to show up, just once." Her eyes watered again.

Outside, the night mist had become thicker than what it was before.

It started to drizzle.

It hit her. Exhausted, weary, defeated.

I ordered an Uber, keeping my arm around her while she rested her head against my shoulder.

Her tears ruined my already ruined dress.

"Text me when you get home, okay?" I told her.

She nodded weakly. "You are a good friend Elara."

The car pulled away, taking her pain with her but leaving something heavy behind.

I stood there for a moment, contemplating whether I should turn back.

The club’s music echoing faintly in the distance.

My phone warm in my hands.

My clothes were soaked again, for the third time this night.

I hesitated.

What kind of friend would that make me?

Going back inside with the intention of making out with my friend’s situationship.

Wanting Liam.

I exhaled slowly and turned away from the club.

The music faded with every step. The drizzle had thickened.

My heels clicked against the sodden ground as I walked back toward where I’d parked.

Too far, too quiet.

Maybe I just need to go home.

I was reaching into my bag for my keys when I saw him again.

Liam.

A few feet away, standing under a shed beneath a dim streetlight.

He wasn’t alone, voices surrounded him, laughter filled the atmosphere.

Still somehow, he felt separated.

Like was already halfway gone.

He always did have a way of showing up at the worst possible time.

I didn't stop.

Pretending like I didn't see him at all.

I grabbed my keys from my bag and kept walking toward my car.

I reached my car, mishandling my keys.

My back turned against him.

Then I heard footsteps, quick, almost like it was deliberate.

"Hey." He said

I froze.

I didn't turn around.

"You did not have to come out in the rain." I blurted. "You'll get your clothes soaked."

"I don't mind." He said easily as he walked to the passenger side.

He paused, then added. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I nodded.

The car door opened and we both slipped inside almost at the same time.

I turned on the heater immediately, I was freezing.

He leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on the windshield.

Then he pulled out a cigarette, like he needed it to steady himself.

The lighter clicked, the glow briefly softened his face as he exhaled slowly.

"So?" I asked.

“Whatever that was earlier, it shouldn’t have happened.” He stopped, almost like he was reconsidering his next words. ”I respect your marriage.”

A pause.

”It won’t happen again.”

It felt like we were playing two truths and a lie. Like I was meant to uncover the lie.

His tone was light, almost convincing.

But his eyes……..his eyes told a different story.

I hovered between his lie and my refusal to believe it.

He couldn’t mean it.

Not with the way he looked at me.

I felt restless.

The car suddenly smaller than it was moments ago.

Liam seemed closer with every glance.

“You always sound calmer when you are lying.” I managed to say.

His eyes drifted away from the windshield and to me, his face now close enough.

“What I did was wrong.” He admitted.

”Well, is it wrong if we both know how right it feels?” I asked.

The desire I thought I’d buried found its way, settling at the forefront of my heart. This time without remorse, without the urge to turn back.

I leaned in for a taste of him, his head tilted back instinctively, like he already knew what I was about to do.

His gaze searching my face like he was trying to read something final. The expression on his face gave a questioning look.

”Are you sure?” He asked quietly. “Because if we do this,…….there’s no pretending after, no walking back.”

I didn’t answer, I closed the space he’d created between us.

Slow and deliberate, leaving no room for doubt. Whatever hesitation lived in him moments ago dissolved the moment he understood.

I was sure.

Our worlds collided. Not abruptly, but unhurried and intentional. The kind of kiss that takes time as if every second mattered. Every moment did.

My hands slid into his hair, drawing him close with every movement.

This wasn't just a kiss. It was a recognition.

A need.

And in his arms, I felt wanted.

I kissed him again, deeper this time. The hesitation faded, replaced by something warmer, heavier, hungrier.

My hands found his chest, firm now. I hurriedly worked at the button of his shirt, my fingers clumsy with need. Trailing my nails across his skin, feeling every muscle tense under my palm.

I felt his breath stutter against my neck, his body responding before his words could catchup, forgetting to pretend he didn't want this. I liked how easily he gave himself away.

I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. "Back seat?"

I was asking for more and he knew it.

I let out of his grip and moved toward the back seat, waiting for him to follow.

Rain tapped against the window.

Droplets sliding down like it was there to cover us.

Ready to swallow every sound that we might give it.

Everything outside the car faded, leaving only us in the moment.

He didn't take long to join me in the back seat, the decision already made.

His hands crawled underneath my soaked shirt, taking it off abruptly and advancing towards my t**s. His fingers circled my already hardened n*****s from the rain.

Feeling every curve, every succulence.

He placed his cigarette against them. The burn slight but intentional. He licked off the ash, leaving behind a stinging sensation.

I smirked, fully aware it was only just the beginning.

I yanked down his trousers and took his c**k full in my mouth, promising myself I wouldn't stop until he was undone.

I placed my tongue in it, licking every c*m that came out of him as I caressed his balls.

Laying tender kisses against them, appreciating how good he tasted.

My hands followed instinctively, tracing, exploring, leaving nothing untouched.

He growled, his mind too foggy to comprehend what I was doing to him.

Sinning never felt this good.

I shifted onto his lap, slipping his c**k into me, welcoming him deep.

I felt him grow inside me with every stroke, my hips moving provocatively.

Raw.

My hands explored while my body pressed against his.

I had all the control and he gave it willingly.

"Ahhh Ella." He groaned with pleasure. His hands rooted to my hips like they belonged there.

"I want your c*m deep inside of me." I said, biting his lips, just enough to make him inhale.

He penetrated in deeper, emptying himself inside of me, spurts of c*m filled my p***y, followed by a splashing sensation.

My body tingled, filled with a deep sense of fulfillment.

I stayed there for a moment, completely satisfied.

Deep in my heart, I wished I didn't enjoy it this much.

But I did.

I knew who would bleed for it, and still, I chose myself.