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Rose couldn’t believe it. Less than an hour after meeting Cal, she’d orgasmed on his hand. In public.
Now that she was coming down from that high, she became aware of their surroundings. There were people on the sidewalk, less than five meters from where they stood. Cars honking. A siren in the distance. Someone let out a booming laugh from the direction of the patio.
She hadn’t even finished her drink. She’d forgotten all about it because this strong, gorgeous man wanted her. Kept looking at her like she was a plate of the world’s tastiest dumplings and he wished to put her in his month.
She gasped. Would he want to do that?
“So, what do you say?” he asked.
It wasn’t just that he was clearly attracted to her. She’d said weird things, as she sometimes did in unfamiliar situations, and he wasn’t bothered by any of it. Everything seemed to roll right off him—she bet he wasn’t an anxious mess half the time, unlike her. He’d also paid careful attention to her pleasure.
If she refused to go home with him, she figured he’d take it in stride. He didn’t seem like the sort to get mad and say she’d been leading him on.
But although Rose had never gone home with a guy she’d just met, had never really envisioned it happening, she wanted this. Oh, she did.
And she could have it.
Better to go to his place than hers. She had a roommate, who’d be getting home around now, and Sierra wouldn’t judge her, but it still seemed simpler not to have to deal with it.
“Yes,” she said. “Let’s go back to your place.”
His grin promised all sorts of wicked things. Rose felt like she must be dreaming—this was not the sort of thing that happened to her.
“I just have to text my roommate so she won’t worry,” she told Cal.
The first night that Sierra had spent with Jake, she hadn’t answered any texts because her phone had died. Rose had been worried sick, and she didn’t want her roommate to feel that anxiety now.
“Want my address so she knows where you are?” Cal asked.
Rose nodded. “Thank you.”
She texted Sierra, and then Cal grabbed her hand and they headed toward the subway. His fingers were still wet. From her moisture.
Just that was enough to make her breathing ragged.
* * *
Cal’s basement apartment was half an hour away by transit.
“I get reduced rent,” he explained, “to take care of the yard and check on the old lady upstairs a couple of times a week.”
Rose was barely processing his words as he led her inside.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company,” he said.
“That’s okay.” She’d lived in much worse conditions at the lowest point of her depression. His place wasn’t neat, but it certainly wasn’t filthy.
But her brain wasn’t focused on that.
When he moved to kiss her after she slipped off her shoes, she stepped back.
“You okay?” he asked in a concerned voice.
She was now more anxious than excited, that was the problem.
“I, uh, haven’t done anything like this before,” she said.
His brows knit together. “You’ve never had sex?”
“I have. A bunch of times. Just never gone home with someone from a bar, and I don’t have a lot of experience.”
“We don’t have to. We could play video games, or if you’d rather leave...”
As soon as he said it, she realized just how much she wanted this night with him.
“No, no,” she said, looking up at him as she moved closer. “I only wanted you to know that I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“Just let me make you feel good.”
“And now everything’s weird and I’ve ruined the mood.”
“Nah, it’s all fine.” He put a hand on her shoulder and stroked it, the pad of his thumb gently moving back and forth.
This guy really didn’t seem bothered by anything. What would that be like?
He led her to the bedroom, and when he tackled her onto the queen-size bed, she laughed.
“Too bad I don’t have one of those corset things,” he said. “I really would be happy to see you in that.”
“So, what are you going to do instead?”
Oh my. Did her voice sound sassy? Flirtatious?
Whatever it was, it wasn’t like her.
“Get you naked,” he said simply.
She felt a moment of nervousness when he pulled her dress over her head, followed by her bra. It had been a long time since she’d been naked around anyone. But those feelings soon fled as he ran his hands all over her body, like he couldn’t get enough of her, and fastened his lips to her nipple.
She hadn’t realized she enjoyed nipple play so much. Not until tonight.
And now that they were all alone, she could get him naked, too. She pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it on the floor, reveling in the chance to touch him everywhere, from his strong muscles down to the slight swell of his stomach.
Yeah, he was certainly gorgeous, and she pressed her thighs together.
As his mouth moved lower and lower, he tugged off her panties, but before he could set his mouth between her legs, she jerked up. “Wait!”
He lifted his head. “Not your thing?”
“I think it could be, but I’ve never done it before.”
“No one’s ever gone down on you?”
She shook her head. Though she’d had penetrative sex with three guys, she’d never received oral sex. She’d asked one of them, but he hadn’t been into it.
“Well, that’s a shame,” Cal said. “You want to try it tonight? I’m game if you are.” The corner of his mouth kicked up.
“Yeah.” She lay down, anticipation now overtaking her nerves.
He bent his head again and gave her pussy one long, slow lick. The sensation was a little odd, but in a good way.
Next, he licked her clit, which was even better.
She lost track of what he did after that; she just knew that it felt really, really good. As wonderful as she’d imagined it would feel—no. Even better. She gripped the sheets and bucked her hips toward his face.
Dear God. She’d never gotten close to orgasm this quickly before.
Rose squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the sensations coursing through her body. She even found herself pinching her nipples as her breath quickened.
“Cal!” she cried out, unable to stop herself.
He crawled up her body with a satisfied look on his face, and then he kissed her.
Since no one had ever gone down on her before, no one else had kissed her when her moisture was on their lips. It turned her on, this proof that he’d had his head buried between her legs. She pulled him close, his hairy chest against her, and groaned into his mouth.
Oh, yes. This was going to be a good night.
She fumbled with his belt, shoved down his shorts and boxers, and took his cock in her hand. It seemed sizable.
He hissed out a breath, and it delighted her how much he liked her touch.
With her other hand, she pulled out his hair elastic and set it on the bedside table. “I love your long hair,” she said as she ran her fingers through it.
He rolled over and lay on his back next to her. “I hope you love other parts, too.”
“Oh, yeah. Your baby toe. Your pinky finger. Your...” She laughed when he slid his smallest finger inside her.
“You were saying?” he asked.
“I told you I like it!”
He removed his finger when she slid downward and licked his cock. She lifted her gaze to watch his face, and the heat in those brown eyes...it nearly undid her. Although she’d come not long before, she was aching for him to fill her.
He was already reaching for a condom.
Good. She watched eagerly as he raised himself up on his knees and rolled it on. He looked strong. Powerful. Capable of bringing her even more pleasure than he already had.
For a split second, she felt like she was watching this scene unfold from far away. It was still hard to believe it was really happening to her. She was in this hot guy’s bed, and he was preparing to fuck her.
Her inner muscles clenched.
“Cal,” she moaned, now very much in the moment.
She lay on her back, and he lowered himself on one arm, using his other hand to guide his cock to her entrance.
“You good?” he asked, his voice unsteady, as he began pushing inside.
“Yeah.”
Though he wasn’t all the way inside her yet, she already felt very, very full.
But she took more of him.
And more.
And when he started thrusting, her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head.
Oh, yes, she was very, very, very good.
She clutched his back, loving his weight on top of her, and kissed him; his lips still tasted faintly of her juices, and that was still a turn-on, though how anything could make her more aroused when she was practically vibrating with pleasure, she had no idea.
She wrapped her leg around his and lifted her hips to meet his over and over again.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he said.
Rose, on the other hand, was at a complete loss for words. She just held him tightly and kissed him and met his thrusts, her body building toward its inexorable release.
When he came at the same time as her, growling in her ear, she was suffused with joy.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so close to someone.
* * *
Rose wasn’t quite sure what was supposed to happen now, but she did know that she should use the washroom to prevent a UTI, and when she came back, she was more conscious of her nakedness than she’d been a few minutes ago.
Cal took his turn in the bathroom, and then he returned to bed and wrapped an arm around her. He had a dopey smile on his face, and his hair was a bit frizzy. She still thought he looked absolutely gorgeous naked, but she was no longer consumed by desperation.
Now, she could enjoy him in other ways. She curled up and rested her head on his chest.
“How was doing something you’d never done before?” he asked.
“Ten out of ten, would do it again.”
He pulled her closer, and suddenly, there were tears in her eyes. Being in his arms when she was used to being alone...this just felt so damn nice. It was a relief to be able to touch someone like this.
But she didn’t want to seem unstable, so she refused to let those tears fall; she was practiced at holding back her tears, after all.
“You want to stay the night?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Would you like something to wear to bed, or are you good sleeping naked?”
“A shirt would be nice.”
He walked toward the dresser, completely unselfconscious in his nudity. She wondered what it would be like to have this view every day. To be that lucky.
He tossed her a plain white T-shirt, which smelled of laundry soap. She pulled it over her head; it wasn’t too tight, even if she was hardly a small woman.
And though five minutes ago, she’d been on the verge of tears, now she felt like laughing. She’d actually had a one-night stand and—
Wait. Was this a one-night stand?
She didn’t like the idea.
It was rare for her to feel this kind of connection with someone. She’d grown up thinking that when she was older, she’d go on tons of dates. On sitcoms like Friends, the characters always seemed to be going on dates with someone new.
But her life hadn’t been like that.
In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help worrying that what Cal wanted and what she wanted were very different things. Usually that anxiety would snowball, but perhaps due to all the orgasms and the warm comfort of his presence, she was able to keep those thoughts at bay.
And a little while later, she enjoyed yet another orgasm.