One Nightstand Gone Wrong

Chapter 4: Give her what she want

Raven Monroe’s POV

I carried her to my hotel room. Why was she so heavy?

I didn’t intend to hold her by the way. I knew lots of eyes were watching but damn, this girl was so damn hot and beautiful even under the heavy clothing that appropriately covered her.

In my room, I took her to the bathroom and she peed as she had requested. I brought her over to the bed and made her relax.

I looked into those deceptive sexy green eyes as she gazed them at me with lazy speculation. Why was she so beautiful even when it was apparent that she had taken more alcohol than she could handle?

I turned around, trying to avoid the temptation in front of me. “Come over here, fine gentleman,” I heard her mumble drunkenly.

I winced and turned. Was that for me?

She gestured with her right hand for

me to come over to her on my bed— my bed. I took in a deep breath, trying to close my eyes against all odds.

My little boy hidden under my trouser had started answering the call of nature, rising hard against the jeans I was wearing.

What the f**k! Not now, d**k.

I looked into those deep sexy green eyes which had turned somewhat maroon red. I looked at her cheeks too, they shone red and her face appeared dead drunk. Amid all these awful circumstances, she still had those sweet maroon eyes focused intently on me. She had her lips parted seductively in such a manner that suggested that she wanted more than I was willing to offer.

Wait, was she exactly thinking what I was thinking?

"Come," she whispered, moaning.

I pretended like I didn't hear that. I didn't want to take advantage of the situation because she was drunk. At least not until I am convinced that she needed me, I thought.

But then, the situation at hand would be very hard to resist if I didn't do something about it on time.

I closed my eyes, tightening them. I tried to turn around, probably bounce off to another room and enjoy the rest of the night.

“Oh, sh*t.” She giggled behind me, her laughs were again enthralling. “Don’t tell me that you ain’t man enough.”

What the hell! I turned around and frowned my face at her.

She giggled again and looked me straight in the eyes. Her red maroon eyes had turned into something else again I couldn’t just describe with words anymore. “Come here,” she whispered finally before she lazily began to remove her trouser.

I froze as I watched her remove her clothes. It took her more than a minute to remove her trouser— it was expected anyways. A red pantie was the only thing covering her waist now.

Jeez, what an ass—curvy.

So she had all these endowments concealed in her trouser? I couldn’t wait to see her remove her shirt too, I wanted to see those melons hidden there. I waited for a few more seconds but she didn't. I was disappointed.

She relaxed back on the bed and giggled again, her green eyes flashing sexily. She lay on her back, both legs raised, supporting her weight with her elbows. Her gaze fell between her legs before she glanced up at me, smiling crazily. Wait, did she just look at her p*ssy? “Yeah, that’s exactly where I need you to be,” she moaned. D-did I hear her well?

I couldn’t take it anymore. If I leave such gift alone, who will then enjoy it?

As I stood in shock watching her,

I started sweating. It didn’t bother me, of course. I removed my shirt and flung it somewhere across the room. I grabbed the AC remote control and increased the speed— I needed as much air as possible.

I began to lean closer to her and she began to giggle as I make each step toward her. I covered the distance between us and placed my knee on the bed. She allowed herself to rest, her elbows relaxed flat on the mattress. She opened her legs wide and placed one hand on top of her pantie, covering her p*ssy surface and at the same time, rubbing it.

I felt all the hair on my body rose. I inhaled a deep breath and looked at her face. She wasn’t looking at me. She had relaxed her neck and closed her eyes. I didn’t know exactly the amount of alcohol she had taken that had rendered her this useless but I could smell it almost all over her body.

My c**k still maintained his madness under my trouser and I couldn’t just control him anymore. I certainly didn’t have a condom with me and heaven knew that I couldn’t just go f**k a random stranger without one.

I changed my mind. I kept my hand on top of her hand that she had kept on the pantie and caressed it small. I loved her Olive skin, it was just too fresh and soft.

She removed her hand, leaving the whole area for me to enjoy. I hesitated for a while before I kept my right palm on top of her cunt— she was already wet down there.

I began to caress the tip by starting slowly. "Ou—ch," she moaned. I looked at her eyes, but she had closed them, possibly enjoying what I was doing to her.

I maintained the slow rubbing but she seemed to be whining her waist now so I had to increase the speed. There was a strong desire burning inside my stomach, asking me to f**k this beautiful stranger.

"Oh sh*t," she said, trying to shift her hip away. I held her and maintained the circular movement of my hand on top of the underwear but it got wetter as I grated the surface.

Finally, I shifted the pantie sideways and inserted my right index finger inside her p***y. She jerked, she was so tight. Why? "Ouch," she cried out. She held my hand tightly, trying to stop me. A few seconds later, she got comfortable and she released her hand, relaxing them on the bed.

I looked at her but her eyes were closed. "Do you like it?" I asked her but she ignored the question.

I continued with my slow but steady fingering. Since I had already noticed the tightness, I lessened the intensity of the fingering.

"You have not said anything, pretty."

I didn’t want to scratch anything that would disturb her or make her get off the mood. Why was she not shaking anymore? Why was she not answering my questions? Was I forcing myself on her? A thought crossed my mind: what if she doesn’t really want this?

I frowned. I stopped the fingering and raised my head before I raised my body away from her. “Are you sure you want this,” I asked her, looking into her closed eyes. She didn’t respond. Why? I bent down a little to listen to her breathing. Wait, why was she snoring? Was she sleeping on duty?

Damn.

I have not had enough. My c**k was still hard. What was I supposed to do? I stared at the girl, Nicole if I remembered her name correctly. I knew that if I continue, I would expect little to no resistance. It was going to be a free f*ck but I just didn’t know why I was resisting pushing forward with my sinister plan. It was not as though she was not beautiful, gorgeous, and seductive but my mind didn’t just want to push forward with this plan. What then should I do?

I was lost. I have not done anything yet. I couldn't just let go while still hard.

I remembered what to do. I removed my trouser, leaving only my boxers. It hung on my waist, protecting my angry c**k.

I put my hand inside the boxers and grabbed the crown of my c**k and held it with my finger. I pressed it so hard until I winced to the point that I almost screeched. It was so painful but yet I didn’t care. My c**k immediately began to calm down, losing all the power it had amassed with the muscles under it. I glanced at her again, her pantie was still the only thing hanging around her waist, covering the thing in between her super sexy legs. It was just a matter of time before she seduces me again, I thought. Though she would do that unknowingly. I leaned closer and grabbed the mattress and covered all her legs. I grabbed the whisky bottle I had left atop the table kept adjacent to the bed. I poured in some inside a glass cup. I sat on the chair, made myself comfortable, and then began to drink.

Three hours later…

Nicole jerked as she woke up. I watched her carefully, my glass cup in my grasp and my legs crossed. “Hi,” she said to me, holding her head as though she was having a slight headache. Her voice was a little bit different now.

“Hi dear,” I replied. A smile crept into my face. “You are awake beauty?”

She hesitated for a while before she said, “Yes." She frowned. "What’s the time?”

I picked up my phone from the table and looked at the screen. “It is 2:42 am,” I told her.

“Jeez. And you are still awake?” she asked, staring at my cup, “drinking?” she raised a brow.

I chuckled. “Yes. No offense,” I rasped. “I just needed to be alone and do some rational thinking for myself. Sometimes a man needs a quiet moment in life you know.”

She shook her head and pouted her lips. “Am I disturbing you?”

“Oh no. Not at all.” I quickly shook my head.

“Okay,” she said and nodded. She looked around the room. I followed her gaze. First, her eyes fell on the wooden wardrobe and then quickly at the AC which was wheezing, coughing out cold, and then back at me. “If I am not disturbing you, then come to bed.”

Did I hear that well? “Excuse me." I narrowed my eyes. "You said what?” I asked. Maybe I didn't hear her well, I agreed.

She hit the bed with her hand softly. “I said, come to bed. Join me.” She reiterated.

Wow.

She invited me herself.

Wow.

First, I looked into her face, her eyes, it was as though she was talking with her senses this time than she had been three hours ago. “Sure.” I nodded quickly and dropped the cup on the table. I climbed to the bed, sitting beside her.

Her eyes fell on my chest and she stared at me right there until it was obvious she wanted something. At this time, I could no longer consider her gaze a mere mistake. I tried to distract her. “You were heavily drunk last night,” I told her. “Remember?"

“Oh,” she mumbled, scratching her head. “Oh yes. I am sorry. My, my first time.” She rubbed her fingers together nervously, looked down at the floor, and refused to look at me.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

She returned her gaze to me. “Really?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

She sighed and then remained silent for a few seconds. She raised the mattress covering her legs. Her jaw dropped as she held the mattress with both hands, her gaze under it. What could she be thinking looking at her nakedness?

She flipped her neck back to me, her super sexy green eyes wider than normal. “D-did you. . . did you remove my trouser?”

I let myself breathe through the gap in-between my front teeth, slowly and quietly. “You did,” I answered her.

“What?!” she widened her eyes more.

Oh jeez, what have I done?

“Yes.” I managed to respond to her. I didn’t know exactly what she was going to say. Perhaps, she would sue me for taking advantage of her while she was sleeping, or maybe she might claim that I had s*x with her without her consent. I would have a difficult time trying to prove that in a competent court of law. A man's words against a drunk woman’s words. Stupid you, Raven.

That could be a very big problem and might lead me into serious trouble, I thought. What should I do?

I saw her face slowly gathering that enthralling sensuality and smile. She looked down at the mattress again, her gaze probably on her pantie. Why was she smiling?

“Was I f*cked?” she asked, excitement in her voice.

Jeez.

“Of course, not,” I declared immediately.

“Was I fingered?” she asked, putting up a little smile on her face. She didn't seem bothered at all. This was a good sign.

I think this was a point I either get to lie to her to deny any outright violation of her right as a woman or tell her the truth to know her reaction. Which should I choose?

“Ahh, yes. You were,” I said with no emotions attached.

She giggled and flashed an obvious sultry smile at me. “Then I missed it.”

“What?”

“Yes. I missed it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She gave me a crooked smile. “It means that I would need you to finger me again, right here and right now.”

Holy Cow! Was she serious?