It Was Never Just One Night

CHAPTER 5

Serena’s POV

We stood there kissing on the sidewalk until we heard a sudden loud whistle and someone hollered, “Get a room!”

We pulled apart, breathing hard, and Vincent took my hand, leading me toward the waiting Mercedes-Maybach at the curb.

He ushered me into the backseat and shut the door behind us, and suddenly the city disappeared.

Vincent sat beside me with his hand on my thigh, high enough to make my breath shallow, and he didn't move it the entire ride.

I stared straight ahead and felt a deep ache in between my thighs.

He turned his head once and looked at me in the dark of the car, and I turned and looked back at him, and neither of us said a word.

The car stopped in front of a swanky building.

A moment later, he helped me out, and we passed a doorman who greeted Vincent by name. Inside the expansive lobby, my peripheral vision caught flashes of glass and marble. Once we stepped into the elevator, Vincent pressed his key card to the panel, the doors slid shut, and that was it.

He pushed my back against the mirrored wall and kissed me the way he hadn't been able to in the street, deeper this time. One hand squeezed my ass while the other tangled in my hair. I slid my hands into his jacket, needing to feel his broad chest, and moaned into his mouth.

His mouth moved to my neck, and I tipped my head back against the glass.

"Vincent," I panted.

"I know," he said against my skin as the elevator opened.

The penthouse was dark except for the city lights coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I barely noticed my surroundings as he walked me backward toward the bedroom with his hand on my waist.

I was already tugging his jacket off before we’d even cleared the doorway.

We undressed each other hurriedly down to our underwear, urgency making us clumsy with it. And when he finally laid me on the bed, the way his hooded eyes traced down my body made my panties even wetter.

"You're so f*****g beautiful," he murmured.

He kissed down my throat and my collarbone, snapping my bra open and tracing my hard n*****s with his tongue, taking his time in a way that made me grip the sheets. My legs parted of their own accord as my eyes fluttered shut.

Then his fingers grazed where I needed him the most, and my hips jerked upward, seeking more friction.

“Look at me." His voice was rough and husky.

My eyes met his, and the same desire thumping through me burned in his dark eyes too. With one hand, he tugged my panties aside and groaned loudly when his finger found my wetness.

“So f*****g wet for me, Red.”

“Yes, more please,” I whimpered.

He held my gaze as his finger rubbed my c**t. His finger initially moved slowly, then increased in speed, causing me to arch off the bed and bite my lower lips to muffle the sound.

"Don't do that," he teased my opening with his finger. “I want to hear how good I make you feel,” he added.

By the time he put his mouth on me, I had already given up any pretense of composure. One hand held my hips flat against the mattress, and the other worked itself in and out of me as he devoured my center. He was thorough and completely unhurried, and I came so hard my vision went white at the edges.

I lay there for a moment, catching my breath.

He kissed his way back up my body, and I wrapped my hand around his thick, impressive length, giving him a languid stroke. I felt him inhale sharply.

His eyes stayed glued to my face as I lowered my body to take him in my mouth…

And I couldn’t help the satisfaction I felt when he groaned as his tip touched the back of my throat.

I bobbed my head up and down, focusing on his tip to take him over the edge, but as I fondled his balls and moved to take him even deeper…

His hand fisted in my hair, and he pulled me up.

"Not yet," he said, his voice rough. "I need to be inside you."

He reached into the nightstand to pull out a condom, and I took it from him. He watched me roll it on with his jaw tight, and I squeezed him hard at the base because I felt like it.

Then he flipped me on my back, raised my leg to his chest, and slowly let himself into me.

My eyes burned as he stretched me because it had been so long. Too long since I’d been with a man like this.

“Oh, God. Vincent," I moaned.

I closed my eyes as his thumb strummed my c**t, and everything became a blur from there.

He talked in my ear, low and filthy, told me how good I felt and asked me questions he already knew the answers to. I answered them anyway because by that point I would have said anything.

His hands were everywhere.

I lifted my hips to meet him thrust for thrust as he set a hard pace. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around the room.

"It’s so good. Don’t stop," I cried.

“So f*****g good,” he grunted.

My second orgasm slammed into me harder than the first. My voice was unrecognizable from how much I was screaming his name, and at the same time, I felt his d**k swell as he came in a rush.

Vincent looked at me with an expression I couldn't fully read as we both caught our breath. "Satisfied" didn't cover it.

Then he kissed me, slow and soft, a moment of tenderness running between us.

He slowly pulled out and tossed the condom. I was totally spent and couldn’t keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember was the image of his taut ass as he disappeared into the bathroom.

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My eyes opened while it was still dark outside.

At first, I was confused, wondering whose large hand was draped over my waist, then last night came back to me in a rush.

He woke me up after our first round with his head between my legs, and we went straight into round two. Round three happened in the shower before we finally crashed onto the bed together.

I lay there for a moment as his slow, even breathing told me he was still asleep.

I had never had a one-night stand in my life. Not once. I was not built for waking up in a stranger's bed and padding out in last night's clothes.

I lifted his arm carefully.

He shifted slightly but thankfully didn’t wake up.

Then I slowly got up.

My dress was near the foot of the bed. My blazer was on the floor by the door. One shoe was by the window for a reason I couldn't explain. I couldn’t find my panties, but I gathered everything else slowly, piece by piece, holding my breath each time the floor made a sound.

Before I reached the door, I turned around.

He was on his back now, one arm thrown above his head, face relaxed. I almost slipped back into his bed, but I knew I had to get out of there before he woke up. I couldn’t do the awkward morning after.

At the elevator, I booked my Uber with my shoes still in my hand and stood in the marble corridor in my bare feet, watching the app calculate the route.

Three minutes away.

I put my shoes on and got into the elevator.

The lobby was quiet. The doorman nodded at me without expression, which probably meant he had done this before, seen women leave in the early hours, and I hated that I was now one of them.

The Uber was at the curb.

I got in and pulled my blazer tight across my chest.

This can't happen again.

He didn't even know my real name. We were nothing to each other except one night, and one night was what it would stay.

The car pulled away from the curb.

I looked out the window at the empty street and felt the hollow feeling return to its familiar place in my chest, and I told myself that was fine.

I was used to it by now.