In The Arms Of My Mother's Fiance

Chapter 2 - A Night With The Stranger

Nina's POV:

"f**k," He moaned against my chest, "They are soft." He groped them after pulling away his way. "So damn soft." He rasped.

"You like them?" I asked, feeling the tension between our bodies rising like a burning furnace.

"No, I love them. And I wanna taste them." He replied and pulled my face down, capturing my lips into a kiss I halfly saw coming.

Oh damn, were my one-night stand fantasies slowly coming true? Am I going to have a wild night with this stranger?

The kiss sent fiery tingles through my bloodstream, making me so heated all over my body. He kissed with intentions, one of them being to get me weak in the knees, and to also soak my panties. And he was seamlessly achieving that goal.

"Oh my god," I breathed as our lips parted.

"Let's get out of here." He almost growled out those words as he got on his feet and lifted me on the bar counter top.

"Yeah?" I smiled.

"Yes." He replied and kissed me ferociously again, until we ran out of breath and needier than before.

~~~

Since we alighted the cab that drove us to this hotel, our lips haven't parted. He kept leading us up, from the elevator till we got to the tenth floor and stopped in front of the room labeled 105.

I couldn't even care about where a stranger brought me. I was a bit tipsy with the alcohol in my system to be bothered. It boosted my nonchalance.

"God, you are like a f*****g drug." He groaned, fumbling with the key card to open the door.

"I want to taste all of you." He breathed against my face as the door simultaneously opened.

We both rushed in, the tension was about to cut and diffuse into desires that could drive one mad.

Once the door shut close behind us, I let out a sigh, one that meant I will finally be getting what I want.

I pushed him to the door, he was a muscular man that towered my not-so petite figure, so the strength must have come from the scotch I downed without regrets.

I had low alcohol tolerance, so just one shot was enough to get me this way. Tipsy.

“You seem to be tipsy, I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of you.” He rasped with heavy-lidded eyes that glimmered with lust.

“I'm no f*****g baby. I was twenty-one just last week. I fully consent to you f*****g my brains out.” I slurred, my confidence was shooting off the roof with the choices of my words.

“Are you sure?” He asked in a strained voice because my hand had cupped and now squeezing his hardened length that was being sheltered by his jean pants.

“Yes. f**k me like you mean it.” I whispered and the next thing I knew was that I was picked up and thrown on the bed.

Everything was happening so fast, that before I could even comprehend what we were both doing, our clothes were gone, and he was pushing into my warm and slicky hole with his mouth sucking my n*****s.

“f**k, you're so tight.” He groaned, stilling his hip as if he didn't want to hurt me.

“It's been a while.” I murmured and used my hands to push him from behind into me, making him hit my hilt on the first thrust,causing my eyes to roll to the back.

I felt full. And I felt so ready for what tonight has to offer to me.

Our moans and groans collided. My mewls and his growls clashed in the air, creating a particular symphony of pleasuring sounds.

I felt like I was being elevated to different realms each round we went on until my brain got foggy, and my thoughts got mushy.

The orgasms were body-racking.

And at the end of it all, what was vividly clear was that we had a good marathon of pleasures, a memorable night I don't think I'll ever forget.

~~~

My phone's ringtone blared loudly, jerking me awake from my peaceful sleep. When I cracked my eyes open, I realized I was in a room that wasn't mine. And slowly, all the memories of last night flooded in like a crashing wave on the seashore.

I blushed profusely, biting my lips as I felt the familiar tingles rush around my body.

Expecting to see the man that rocked my world last night, I turned to my right and realized the bed was empty.

He had left.

And I felt a tad-bit disappointed, even though I had wanted it to be a one-night stand, somehow, I wouldn't have minded a second time.

But fantasies don't last long. I was even lucky to have experienced one of my fantasies in real life.

Groaning from the soreness and ache between my legs, I lifted myself off the bed and my phone blared loudly again. I picked it up and saw it was my mother calling.

“s**t!” I muttered under my breath. I never told my mum that I wouldn't come home last night.

I have to come up with a lie. But I also needed to answer the call. So I swiped the accept button and put the phone to my ear.

“I've been calling you like crazy, where are you, Nina? Why didn't you come home last night?” My mum said immediately.

“Uhm, at a friend's, mum. I'll be home soon.” I quickly lied.

“Cara said you are not at her place. So which other friends do you have, Nina?” My mum questioned and I almost cussed out loud.

Why would Cara not cover up for me if she was the one who suggested what I did last night?

I pushed that thought down my mind and replied to my mother, “I'm not a child mum. I'll be home in thirty minutes or so.” And I hung up before she could say any other thing.

I puffed out a huge breath, plopping down on the bed.

If my mother knew I had a one-night stand with a random stranger from the bar I worked at, she could pass out from shock. Because I was always and will continue to be her good girl.

This recklessness won't happen again. It's just a one time thing.

“s**t, we didn't even use protection. What if–”

No, no. I'm safe. Nothing happened.

I repeated that in my head like a mantra as I walked out of the hotel, heading home to my oblivious mother.

“What a fantastic goodbye to the city of Texas!” I mumbled to myself as I hailed a cab with a sigh.