On a consistent basis, he was the best, but I’d had better one-night stands. There’s something about the explosion of passion that happens when two strangers get together and there’s an undeniable attraction. Clothes get torn, bodies get bruised, and everyone walks away with exactly what they wanted to begin with—a quick fuck, no strings attached.
“Gimme those lips,” he said, leaning over me as he stuck the tip of his cock inside me.
“No,” I whispered, turning my head.
He stopped all movement. “No?”
“Your breath.” I laughed, but it was more than that. It felt too personal, and the last thing I wanted was anything that involved feelings.
“Gotcha,” he replied as he jammed his dick inside me, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
“Jesus,” I mumbled, pushing my head into my pillow and arching my back to give him better access.
“So fuckin’ good,” he whispered, rocking back and forth.
I sighed, letting myself get lost in the pleasure and blocking everything out. As his thrusts grew more punishing, I dug my fingers into his skin, trying to ground myself.
Closing my eyes, I listened to our moans as he moved. The sound of our bodies connecting filled the room, mingled with our breathing. He drove me closer to the edge. Each thrust hit my clit, bringing the orgasm just within reach.
Within minutes, I was flying off a cliff. A kaleidoscope of colors filled my vision as the orgasm that tore through me stole the air from my lungs. Flash had that ability. That’s one reason why I always welcomed him into my bed.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed, meeting his thrusts as the orgasm waned. I wanted more, needed more. I wasn’t done, and neither was he.
He stared down at me, his eyes blazing as he gritted his teeth, chasing his own release. Picking up the pace, he grabbed my ass and tilted my hips, causing him to slide in farther.
“Right there!” I screeched, kicking my feet against the bed.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his momentum quickening to an impressive speed.
Moments later, his movement stuttered as he groaned though his release. Sweat dripped from his chin, landing on my breast and sliding down to rest in between my tits.
The very last thrust he gave me sent me over the edge. The second orgasm was just as intense as the first and left me a puddle of jelly.
We lay there panting, sweaty, and exhausted. Trying to gulp air as if we were fish searching for water as we flopped in a new atmosphere. I wanted to fall back asleep. My eyes felt heavy as the tiredness I felt went bone deep.
Just as my breathing slowed and my mind started to turn off, my phone beeped.
“Fuck,” I muttered, reaching out and feeling around my nightstand. Cracking one eye, I brought the phone to my face, too tired to open both.
Joe: Be on time today.
I rolled my eyes, tossing the phone to the floor. Yawning, I moving away from Flash and snuggled with my pillow. I had hours until I needed to be there for dinner. It was a holiday, for shit’s sake, and I needed rest after having listened to Flash snore all night.
Comfortable and sated sleep took me quickly. Everything faded away.
“Izzy,” a voice said inside my dream, but I ignored it. “Izzy,” the voice repeated.
“What?” I mumbled, annoyed to have my darkness interrupted.
“Izzy,” Flash said, shaking my shoulders. “What time do we have to be at your brother’s?”
“Two,” I muttered, placing the pillow over my head.
“It’s one thirty, babe.”
I jumped from the bed, my heart racing at the thought of being late. “Fuck. Why did you let me sleep so long?” I grabbed my jeans off the dresser, slipping them on and quickly fastening them. Then I turned to see Flash staring at me. “Get your ass up. We gotta go.”
“Is someone scared of her brother?” He smiled, stretching out across my bed.
