ONE NIGHT, ONE LIE

Chapter 3

Cedric swallows down the whiskey, savoring the burn in his throat. He exhaled, leaning against the private alcohol cabinet. He looked down to check his phone; no texts. No replies. The girl was running late.

He suppressed his annoyance at her leaving him hanging like this. What gave her the right?

Sighing explosive, Cedric finished the whiskey and returned the glass cup to the cabinet, then made his way to the his bed. He had a migraine now, and the only way he could relieve it was to probably sleep, since his booty call wasn't available for the moment.

He sat on the bed, then laid his back down. His thoughts were swimming, and he realized that he was probably a bit drunk. Just as he was about to doze off to sleep, he heard the sound of his door being pushed open.

‘That’s probably her.’ He thought as he sat up. Indeed, there was a woman standing in the threshold of the room. The room was dimly lit, and the light from the hallway cast her in a silhouette so he couldn’t see her clearly.

“What took you so long?” he demanded belligerently. Then he waved his hand in dismissal.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter,” he stood up from the bed and approached the woman. When he got close enough, he used his arms to encircle her waist and draw her close to him. “Let’s just get it over with.”

He leaned down to kiss her, and he smelled alcohol. He realized that they were both drunk, but he didn’t care. The only thing that matter was that the moment their lips touched, it was like fireworks went out in his brain.

“Mhmmm.” The woman moaned deeply into the kiss, throwing herself and leaning deeply into his arms. It was almost like her bones had turned to jelly, and she couldn’t support herself anymore. Cedric swept her off her feet and carried her towards the bed; the both of them were still deeply locked in their kiss. They could not be separated.

He threw her onto the bed and she bounced. She laughed breathlessly, and Cedric followed her immediately, looming over her on the bed.

“Now,” he began with a growl. “Let’s figure out how to get rid of this dress.”

He wasn’t in the mood for slow and steady, but he also didn’t want to ruin her dress, so he tried to undo it as fast as he could. When he got to her chest, his fingers stopped and instead cupped her breasts, feeling a hard n****e poking against his palm. She leaned into his touch, thrusting her chest into his hand. He leaned down to kiss her, using his other hand to continued undressing her while he started kneading and massaging her breasts. She was full and firm, while also being soft; the perfect texture and the perfect size for his hands.

When he finally pulled her outer dressed away, he knelt on the bed and looked down at her. Even through the dim light, he could still slightly see her panting on the bed, squirming under him. She was only dressed in her panties now; her bra was partially opened, allowing her breasts to spill out.

He hooked his fingers around the rim of the panties and took his time dragging them down her long, sensual legs. When he had gotten them free, he threw them away, not even looking at where they landed. His eyes were trained only on her p***y, and the small crown of hair that he could see around it. There was something arousing about the fact that she wasn’t shaved; like she had presented herself naturally just for him.

He reached down and inserted a finger into her, and she convulsed briefly. She was extremely warm and wet, showing her readiness for him. In fact, she was almost hot. He started finger f*****g her slowly at first, taking his time to build up the tempo and her pleasure, paying attention to her all the while.

When he saw that she was beginning to get comfortable with it, he inserted another finger to allow him more dexterity. He stretched her p***y and crooked his fingers into hooks, gently scraping them against her insides.

Her gasps became louder and louder, and she began to grow more and more restless. She whispered some words he couldn’t hear; he was too focused on her p***y.

Just as she began to reach closer to the edge, he stopped. She calmed down gradually, and he could tell that she was confused.

He had already been half naked before, so he only needed to pull off his pants before he c**k was springing out at attention, ready to plunder her depths. He positioned himself at her entrance, and slowly pushed his way in. She started moaning loudly so Cedric kissed her to shut her up, swallowing her moan and distracting her in the process.

When he had fully entered her, he paused for a moment to allow her to adjust to his length and girth; she was very tense, so she needed to relax. When she gradually calmed down, Cedric began to move in and out at a sedate pace, taking his time to penetrate her as deeply as he could go.

Soon enough their pace increased into something frantic, and Cedric himself began to join his moan with hers, creating a cacophony of moans and wet slaps as they collided on the bed. They began to f**k desperately, the urgency of their s*x making the bed creak beneath them.

Cedric took her n*****s into his mouth and gave them a playful flick with his teeth. The action sent a shudder all through the woman’s body, and when Cedric saw that she was reacting favorably to it, he increased the pressure on her breasts, stopping just short of biting them but making it hard enough for them to bruise a bit.

Eventually, she began to reach the edge once again, and so did Cedric. When she finally orgasm, Cedric was right behind her, releasing his seed into her with a deep shudder and a loud groan.

Now tired and spent, Cedric collapsed on the bed next to woman. He took a few breaths to calm down and rest; the alcohol was still taking its toll, however. Before he knew what was happening, he had already fallen asleep.