Chapter 2

ELEANOR’S POV

His mouth stayed on my earlobe for a moment longer before he dragged it down the side of my neck.

I felt his teeth bite me lightly, then the pull of his lips as he sucked my neck hard enough to leave a hickey.

A moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.

He didn’t speak at first.

He just kept going, moving his lips lower, already using his hands to push my clothes out of the way. My top came off first, then my bra.

The cool air hit my bare skin for only a second before his hands covered my breasts.

He squeezed them firmly once, then lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.

I arched my back slightly as his tongue flicked over the tip while his teeth grazed it just enough to hurt.

He switched to the other side and did the same, biting down gently before sucking again. I grabbed at his shoulders without thinking.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

He lifted his head for a second and looked at me in the dark. “These tits are perfect,” he muttered roughly. “I’ve been thinking about putting my mouth on them since you walked in.”

Then he kissed me, a deep open-mouthed kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips and I met it with mine.

He held my jaw with one hand and kept the other on my breast, rubbing his thumb over the wet nipple he had just left.

I kissed him back harder.

I was trying not hard not to think, I didn’t want to remember Ian or the loan or the way he called me cheap.

Tonight didn’t have to mean anything, it was just this.

His hand left my breast and slid down my stomach. He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down together with my underwear.

I stepped out of them. His fingers brushed between my legs and found me already wet.

He paused there, sliding two of his fingers slowly on the entrance of my pussy.

“Shit,” he said against my mouth. “You’re already dripping, is this all for me?”

I nodded, breathing heavily.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I managed.

He pushed one finger inside me, slowly. “Fuck, you’re tight. Have you been this wet since I first touched you?”

“Yes.”

He added a second finger and curled them. “Good girl.”

Then he dropped to his knees.

The first drag of his tongue over my clit made my knees weak. He held my hips steady and licked again, slower this time, then faster.

He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue while his fingers kept working inside me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against my pussy. “I could stay down here all night.”

I moaned loudly, my hand went to his hair and held on.

He fucked me with his fingers, curling them while he kept sucking. The wet sound of it quickly filled the quiet apartment.

My legs started shaking but he didn’t stop. Instead, he added a third finger and stretched me open, never letting his tongue leave my clit.

“That’s it,” he said in a muffled voice. “Moan for me, let me hear how much you like this.”

“Oh my God—”

“Cum on my tongue. I want to feel it.”

I came hard, my thighs clamped around his head and my pussy clenching around his fingers.

But he kept licking through it until my body jerked and I tried to pull away. Only then did he stand up again.

He kissed me and I tasted myself on his tongue. He pushed the taste deeper into my mouth while he undid his own pants.

“Taste how wet you are for me,” he said against my lips. “Fucking delicious.”

I felt him free his cock. It felt thick, veiny and extremely hard. The head brushed against my dripping entrance.

He gripped my thigh and lifted it, then pushed inside me in one slow, deep move.

The stretch burned me in the best way possible. A long groan left me. “Fuck, you’re big—”

“And you’re taking every inch like a good girl,” he growled, holding still for a second so I could feel how deep he was. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight already.”

He pulled back and thrust in again, slower this time, letting me feel every inch.

My hands gripped his shoulders. He held my throat lightly with one hand and kept fucking me in steady moves.

“You like that?” he asked in a low voice. “You like feeling how hard you made me?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck! Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Then he picked up the pace.

The sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the room. He fucked me harder and deeper, moving his hips forward.

My back hit the wall. He lifted my other leg so both were wrapped around him and drove up into me without mercy.

“Listen to that,” he muttered, listening to how wet I was. “Your pussy is so fucking loud for me, soaking my cock.”

I moaned into his mouth every time he bottomed out. The walls of my cunt clenched around him on every move.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Keep squeezing me like that. Fuck.”

He carried me toward the bedroom without pulling out and we fell onto the bed.

He stayed buried inside me and started moving again, harder this time. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head and the other held my hip down so he could go deeper.

“Look at you,” he said, with his eyes locked on mine even in the dim light. “Taking this cock so well. You needed this, didn’t you? Needed to get fucked properly.”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

I came a second time with his cock still pounding into me. I squeezed him tight and he cursed under his breath, fucking me through it.

“That’s it. Cum all over me, make a mess.”

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slammed back in from behind. The new angle made me cry out.

“Arch for me,” he ordered. “Let me see this pretty pussy taking every inch.”

I did. He reached around and rubbed my clit with his fingers while he fucked me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped.

“Not until you cum again,” he said, thrusting harder. “I want one more, give it to me.”

He fucked me like he had been waiting for this exact body all night and every time my pussy clenched around him he groaned louder.

“Fuck, you feel so good. This tight little cunt is going to make me cum.”

Sweat made our skin stick together and the bed creaked loudly under us. I lost count of how many times I came, my voice had even gone hoarse from moaning.

“Cum inside me,” I heard myself say.

He groaned hard at that. “You want it? Want me to fill this pussy up?”

“Yes—please—”

When he finally finished, he buried himself deep inside me and came with a low, sexy sound against the back of my neck.

I felt his cum inside me, so thick and hot. My body was shaking.

“Fuck,” he muttered, still moving through the last of it. “You took every drop.”

We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily. Then he pulled out slowly and dropped onto the bed beside me.

I lay there on my back, staring at the dark ceiling. My body felt used in the best way possible, every one of my muscles was loose.

And for the first time since I walked out of Ian’s place, my mind was quiet. That silence made me uncomfortable.

This could not become anything more than one night and I knew that.

I turned my head slightly. The stranger was already half-asleep, with one of his arm still resting near my waist. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly.

Dawn was starting to shine light through the thin curtains.

I sat up carefully, my body was aching in places I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I found my clothes on the floor and put them on as quietly as I could. Jeans, top. I didn’t even bother with wearing the bra, I just stuffed it into my bag.

I looked at him one more time and he was still sleeping and very much nameless.

I didn’t bother waking him up, leaving a note or even writing down my number.

I slipped out of the bedroom, picked up my other bag from the living room floor, and opened the front door without a sound.

The hallway was empty. I closed the door behind me and walked down the stairs.

Outside, the early morning air made me shiver a little. I pulled my jacket tighter and started walking.

Whatever happened in that dark apartment would stay there. It was just one night and nothing more.

I told myself that again and again as I put distance between me and the building.

One night I never had to think about again.