One Night Stand, Then My Mate

Religious

It hasn’t even been thirty minutes since I’ve been home. I can’t believe that I just up and left him high and dry without an explanation. He’s probably thinking I’m a complete whack job. I’m pacing my bedroom thinking about how crazy I am for leaving. I should’ve been a little less“why won’t you f**k me?”

Bzzz..Bzzz..Bzzz. My phone goes off. I have a text message from Miles James that reads: Hey, you left without saying anything? Is everything okay?? I decide to take a few minutes before replying because it seems like since we left the pub yesterday, I’ve been throwing myself at him. I don’t want to see too desperate. But he’s so handsome ughhhhh.

I finally come up with the urge to text him back with Hey, yeah I left because it seemed like the best thing for us right now. Or for me, anyway. It seems I’ve been reading this thing between us all wrong. Sorry, i just really wanted to get home. It was all pretty much a lie. I’m almost ninety percent sure I wasn’t reading the tension between us wrong. The best thing for me right now would be with this man between my legs. My body needs a man like him and i didn’t, for a fact, want to be home right now. Hell i even got Susan to be on call for me tonight.

I don’t get a reply. I cannot believe how I’m acting over this guy I don’t even know. He doesn’t owe me anything and he’s been nothing but nice to me. So what if he turned down my kiss and my hug. He doesn’t know me. But i want him to.

I begin taking off my outfit and my bra. Urggg this is the best feeling after a long day. I throw on an oversized t-shirt and walk into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and take off my makeup from today. While washing away my regret from trying to plant a kiss on his cheek. Gosh, why are you so stupid. I do my skin care routine because thirty is only a couple of years away and I’ll be damned if I have wrinkles.

There it is, the knock of his knuckles on my door. How do i know it’s his knock? It scares me. I don’t know why. He never texted me back so why did he come all this way when he didn’t even respond to me. Not that he even owes me that. He told me he can’t have any relations with me or anyone at that matter.

I look through the peep-hole once again, and to my surprise, it’s him. It’s Miles. I open the door and holy s**t im not wearing pants. You’ve got to be kidding me. As soon as i open the door and he see’s me, i slam the door in his face. “Hang on!! Let me grab some pants”. I take off running to my bedroom, throw on some shorts and a sweatshirt to hide the outline of my n*****s. I run back to the door, flick my hair out of my face and open it. I try to hide the fact that I’m out of breath from running back and forth across my apartment.

He doesn’t seem to care that I’m scrambled. He knows I wasn’t expecting him. “What can i do for you, Miles?”, i say to him as I’m trying to be as calm as possible. “I didn’t like how we left things. I wanted to come clear the air” he says with that concerned look again. “Well, we’re all good here. Nothing to worry about”, i say brushing him off. “I wanted to say that I enjoyed your kiss. I appreciated it, really. I just can’t chance my pack..I mean family.. finding out about you.” Wait, what the f**k did he just say? A pack? What the hell does that even mean??????

I’m trying my hardest trying to grasp the concept that he just said pack? I can’t even make sense of why he would choose that word. Before i can even think another thought he realizes he said something that he can’t take back. It made no sense to me. But for some reason I can see the worry in his eyes. I don’t say anything. I just stare at him, but somehow I’m lost in his eyes. Searching for the meaning of his words.

He stares back at me. We stay like this for what seems like several minutes. Gazing into each other’s eyes. It’s getting so hot in my kitchen right now. Did i turn on the oven?? I don’t want to break eye contact and kill the moment by checking, but I’m starting to sweat. He takes a step towards me. And i feel the step between my legs. He takes another step. We’re now only inches apart. I take a step this time and he brings his hand up to my cheek.

He lifts me on the counter and begins with kisses rolling up my neck, behind my ear, and then to my lips. Sliding my lips apart with his tongue. I feel the warmth of him inside my mouth, on my skin, with every touch. He does something completely unexpected, he slips a wad of his saliva into my mouth. God, this man is so sexy. As he showers me with kisses all over my body, he slides his hands underneath my sweatshirt and lifts it over my head. He growls. He growls. He noticed my bra didn’t make it back onto my body.

Once my sweatshirt is off my body and I’m left there sitting with only my my t-shirt and shorts. He takes his hands to my hips and slowly tugs on my shorts until they’re to my thighs. He lifts me once again. He shows such ease when he lifts me. He slides my shorts down to my ankles and I kick them off. He’s kissing my neck and up to my ear when he takes me with just his finger. Oh Jesus, another finger.

There he is now gently thrusting two fingers inside me and just went I feel the shock waves down to my toes, he pulls them out, brings them up to his mouth and cleans his fingers of me. Just when I feel like the tension can’t get any hotter, He slowly drops to his knees and takes me with his dog like tongue. licking and sucking and kissing in all the right places.

I’m going to c*m all over his face. Looking for something to grasp onto as I reach my climax, I grab him by his long dark hair pulling his head up to me, looking him dead in those beautiful blue eyes and say “f**k me now”. He pulls his shirt over his head revealing his chest full of hair. When I thought this man couldn’t be any more ripped, he proved me wrong. I take him by his jaw and notice my climax is on the side of his mouth so i lick him clean and feed it back to him by mouth. He slips his jeans off and i can see how hard he is through his Calvin Klein boxers. He moves back towards me after removing his underwear and he slides his massiveness inside me. I could f**k you for the rest of my life. You make me so weak.

We make it to my bedroom while he continues to thrust himself into me. And right as he’s about to finish, he lets out the biggest howl. HE f*****g HOWLED WHEN HE CAME. This man growled and howled. He rolls over to his back and stares up at the ceiling fan. “Wow, just wow”. Then his face flashes with regret when he realized what we had just done. He gets up, goes to the kitchen, dresses himself and walks out the door without a word.

I’m left here laying in my bed trying to figure out if I’m dreaming or if he really just hit it and quit it. I’m so confused. I check the clock on my phone as it goes off again BZZZ..BZZZ.. BZZZ with the notification from Miles James saying Hey I’m sorry I left in such a rush. I realized the time and I have a meeting at 11. I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning. I don’t even want breakfast in the morning. I text him back, It’s fine. I get it. I realized we made a mistake. You don’t have to bring me breakfast, it’s best if we stay clear from each other for a while. Have fun at your meeting.

I close my eyes and turn my phone on do not disturb. I don’t care to talk to him again. What he did was wrong on so many levels. He did all of that just to leave without even saying a word. I don’t know what he thinks that was, but it wasn’t in the slightest acceptable.