One Night in London, Page 2

  Chapter 2

  Six nights and seven days in London were coming to an end and it made me sad. We spent hours in the museums and galleries, shopped, took in all the beautiful sights London had to offer, and ate at some pretty amazing restaurants.

  “Since tonight is our last night here, and I have unsuccessfully gotten you laid, we’re going to dress in our finest and head down to the hotel bar for a while,” Sienna spoke as she threw herself back on her bed.

  I rolled my eyes. “What time is Sam meeting you down there?”

  “What?” she asked as she propped herself up on her elbows. “How did you know?”

  “I overheard your phone conversation in the bathroom this morning.”

  “Oh. I thought you were sleeping.”

  “I was until I heard you referring to his dick as an exploding cannon.”

  “Well, tonight’s the night I will cross off on my list ‘sex with a stranger in a foreign country.’”

  “And why did it take you so long? We’ve been here a week. Where has he been all this time?”

  “He’s been busy with work and he lives an hour outside London. But tonight he’s free and he’s getting himself a room.”

  “You mean he’s getting the two of you a room.” I glared at her.

  “Whatever. We’ll still be in the hotel, so if you need me, just call.”

  “So what am I supposed to do tonight?”

  “You’re hanging out in the bar with us. Then, when we go back to his room, you can either stay down and tell the bartender what a man hater you are, pick up some hot guy, or come back up to the room and watch a movie.”

  “I like the man hater idea.” I smiled.

  She rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at me.

  I slipped into my off-the-shoulder, cream-colored, short chiffon lace dress, then stepped into my matching heels and stood outside the bathroom door.

  “Well, how do I look?” I asked Sienna, who was in the middle of applying her fake eyelashes.

  “Adorable. Did you make sure to shave down there in case you meet a man tonight?”

  I sighed. “Yes, Mother.”

  “Good girl.” She looked down at her phone. “Shit, Sam is already waiting at the bar. He said he got us a table.”

  “Then you better hurry up. You don’t want to keep your prince waiting. Oh, and by the way, Sam isn’t a stranger, so you can’t cross that off your list. You already broke your rule about knowing his name.”

  “He’s a semi-stranger. I only know that he’s twenty-eight and his name is Sam. I don’t know anything else about him, so in a way, that counts.”

  I sighed as I sprayed some of my Victoria Secret perfume across my body.

  About fifteen minutes after Sienna received Sam’s text message, we headed down to the bar. As soon as we stepped inside the door, Sam stood up and waved us over to the table where he was sitting.

  “Damn, he looks incredibly delicious,” Sienna spoke with a grin. “I can’t wait to taste him.”

  “Ugh.” I shook my head.

  After receiving a kiss on both cheeks, I took a seat across from Sam while Sienna practically sat in his lap. While I was sipping on my wine and watching the people come and go, I nearly choked to death when I spotted a man walk in and take a seat at the bar. Not just any ordinary man, but a man who was devastatingly handsome and the sexiest looking man my green eyes ever laid eyes on. He was tall, a little over six feet. His brown hair, which was styled with a matte spiked look, accented his almond-shaped eyes (too far away to see the exact color, but I was almost positive they were chocolate brown). The standard stubble he sported on his masculine jawline was pure perfection, as were his high cheekbones and perfectly straight nose. His skin was tanned and his tailored clothes left his body to the unimaginable. I bit down on my bottom lip as I stared at his back from the table. Sienna caught me and immediately took my attention.

  “What are you staring at?”

  “Nothing.” I looked at her as I sipped my wine. “I was just watching the people come and go.”

  Her right eye narrowed at me and she could tell I was lying. She looked around the area but didn’t seem to notice him.

  “Well, we’re going to go up to Sam’s room now. Are you heading back to our room?”

  “No. I think I’ll stay down here for a while and have another glass of wine. I don’t want to go up just yet.”

  Her eye narrowed at me again.

  “You’re more than welcome to come up to my room with us.” Sam smiled. “Believe me, I wouldn’t object.”

  Douchebag.

  “Thanks for the offer, Sam, but I’m fine right where I am.”

  “Okay, sweetie. Enjoy the rest of your night and don’t leave the hotel.”

  “Yes, Mother.” I smiled.

  She hooked her arm in Sam’s and the two of them left. My eyes diverted back to the mystery man sitting at the bar. My mind pondered the thought of whether or not I should go and sit next to him. As I finished the last sip of wine and started to be brave to do the unthinkable, he got up from the bar stool and left. Fuck.

  With a pout, I grabbed my wine glass and purse and sat down in the seat that was next to his.

  “Refill, please.” I pushed the glass towards the bartender.

  “What’s wrong? Your friends ditch you?” he asked in his sexy accent.

  I sighed. “Pretty much. You know what? Forget the wine. Give me an orgasm.”

  The bartender smiled at me. “One orgasm coming right up, pretty lady.” He winked.

  “Did I just hear him right?” the devastatingly handsome man asked with his American accent as he sat down next to me.

  My heart picked up its beat and my body started to sweat. He was even sexier up close. And his eyes; I was right. They were a dreamy chocolate brown that made me melt.

  “Yes, you heard right,” I nervously replied.

  “Ah. You’re American.”

  “Full blooded and all.” I smiled like an idiot.

  Why the hell did I just say that?

  He ordered a bourbon and pulled out his phone. Glancing over at his left hand, I saw that there was no sign that a ring had ever been worn on that well-manicured finger of his.

  “One orgasm for the beautiful American girl.” The bartender grinned as he set down my drink in front of me.

  “Her orgasm is on me,” the man sitting next to me spoke. “Put it on my tab.”

  “Oh no. You don’t have to buy my drink,” I spoke in embarrassment.

  “If there’s one thing I’m excellent at giving, it’s an orgasm. So enjoy.” He smiled and my panties soaked themselves.

  Shit. Why would he say that? He was definitely flirting. This could be my chance. I gulped. Sex with him would be intense. I could tell. The way he carried himself with such confidence told me he excelled at anything he did.

  “I bet you do.” I grinned as I held up my glass.

  His eyes raked over me as the corners of his mouth curved into a cunning smile.

  “Are you here with anyone?” he asked. “Perhaps a boyfriend?”

  “Nope.” I took a sip of my drink.

  “That’s a beautiful dress you’re wearing.”

  “Thank you.”

  “What’s your name?”

  Don’t tell him, Chloe. No names. No personal information. Nothing. It’s all about the thrill. The mystery man. Keep him a stranger.

  “My name isn’t important and neither is yours,” I spoke in a seductive voice.

  He cocked his head to the side with a beautiful grin across his face as he stared into my eyes. Placing his hand on my thigh, which caused my body to spasm, he spoke, “Are you staying at this hotel?”

  “Yes.” I looked down at his hand.

  “Me too.” He leaned close to my ear as his hot breath swept across my skin. “How about we take our drinks up to my room? Perhaps you’d like an orgasm or two in private.” His hand made its way up my dress and stopped when he reached the fabric of my panties
. I gasped as it felt like my heart went into cardiac arrest.

  “Sounds fun.” I smiled. I couldn’t believe I just used the word “fun.”

  Chapter 3

  He placed his hand on the small of my back as we entered the elevator and took it to the top floor. Nerves flooded every fiber of my body and I couldn’t believe I was actually going to go through with this. I needed to maintain composure and behave like a woman who had done this sort of thing before. But I hadn’t and that was the problem. What if I totally sucked and disappointed him? Did it really matter, though? I was doing this for me, not him, and I’d never see him again anyway, so who cared, right? Right, I silently thought to myself.

  Upon entering his suite, I was enthralled at how beautiful it was. My room was just standard and blah.

  “I had no idea they had rooms like this here,” I spoke as I set my purse down on the black leather couch.

  “It’s their finest suite.” He smiled as he took the glass from my hand and set it down.

  I walked over to the window and looked out over the city of London. Suddenly, I felt his hand push my hair to the side and the trail of his sweltering breath grazed my neck.

  “You are a very beautiful woman.” His lips delicately pressed against my skin, making my body quiver in ecstasy.

  “Thank you.” I smiled as I tilted my head, giving him easier access.

  His hands roamed up and down the sides of my body before turning me around to face him.

  “I want your name.” His lips brushed gently against mine.

  “No names and no personal information about each other. Tonight is my last night here.”

  He arched his brow as a small smile crossed his perfectly shaped lips.

  “Mine too.”

  “So names aren’t important.”

  “I suppose you’re right.” His mouth smashed into mine.

  The way he kissed me was not natural. Or maybe it was and I’d just been kissed the wrong way all these years. His tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth, leaving me breathless, dazed, and confused. I had forgotten I was a girl from L.A. who had just been dumped by her gay boyfriend. Tonight, I was a sexy woman, having a one-night stand with an incredibly gorgeous man in another country. A man who made me feel something I had never felt before.

  “Take off your dress and let me see that gorgeous body of yours,” he spoke in a low voice as he broke our kiss.

  He took a step back and watched as I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my dress. A growl escaped him as I stood there in my cream-colored lace panties and matching strapless bra. He walked over to me with a hunger in his eyes. Placing his hands firmly on my hips, he turned me around so I was facing the window.

  “Don’t worry. Nobody can see anything up here,” he spoke as he unhooked my bra and slid his tongue along my spine while his hands firmly grasped my breasts.

  My body trembled beneath his fingers as my heart pounded in my chest. A pool of warmth engulfed me down below and the throbbing became fierce. After exploring my ass cheeks with his mouth, he turned me around so I was facing him. He was on his knees and his eyes met the top of my panties.

  “Fuck, you are so sexy,” he moaned while his fingers gently took them down. His tongue licked up my inner thigh while his fingers drifted across my opening. “You are so wet and so beautiful,” he whispered as his tongue slid up and down my most sensitive spot.

  I no longer cared about anything in the world. I only cared about how good he made me feel and how I’d probably never recover after being fucked by him. My hands ran through his hair as he dipped his finger inside me while his tongue circled my clit. I could feel myself swelling against him. My breath hitched as an explosion of pleasure erupted and I felt like I was going to collapse. He stood up and, in one swoop, I was in his arms as he carried me over to the bed. Gently laying me down, his eyes never left mine as he stripped out of his clothes. His body. My eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from his toned and muscular form. From his biceps to his chest, his washboard abs and his perfectly sculpted V-line sent my body into hyper drive. When he pulled down his underwear, I gulped at the sight of him. He was perfectly shaven and his cock stood tall, thick, and proud.

  He walked towards the bed and climbed on top of me, taking my hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping before moving over to the other one. His fingers dipped inside me once again, moving easily in and out, causing the wetness to pour out of me. His tongue slid down my abdomen and stopped at my belly button as it made circles around it, causing spasms so severe I thought I was going to die. Words weren’t spoken. We were both caught up in the heat of the moment, a heat that radiated from the both of us. His mouth made his way down to my pussy as he took hold of my legs and spread them wide. I threw my head back in appreciation at how this man made me feel.

  “You taste so fucking good, and as much as I would love to sit here and devour you all night, I have to fuck you.”

  He stood up and reached inside his wallet, pulling out a condom. Tearing the corner with his mouth, he removed it from the wrapper and gracefully slid it over his throbbing cock. Nothing had ever turned me on as watching him do that did. He climbed on top of me and kissed me before thrusting himself inside me, inch by inch. We both let out a moan as he buried himself deep within me.

  “God, you’re tight. Ah. You feel so good.” He thrusted in and out of me. “Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?”

  “Yes,” I wailed as his thrusting became rapid.

  Our mouths met once again and our tongues tangled with passion as low moans escaped us.

  He rolled over on his back, pulling me on top of him effortlessly.

  “Sit up and fuck me,” he commanded. “I want to see that beautiful body ride me.”

  I sat up like he asked, my hands firmly planted on his chest as he grabbed hold of my breasts, kneading them and fingering my nipples while my hips ground into him.

  “So beautiful,” he moaned.

  Our eyes locked onto each other as I moved back and forth.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck me nice and hard.”

  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down as he passionately kissed me. Breaking our kiss, I sat up and circled my hips as my body went into an orgasmic state and I let go, giving into another orgasm. He quickly flipped me over and took me from behind, pounding into me with long, deep strokes as his hands firmly grasped my ass. A hiss escaped him as he halted and then slowly moved inside of me as he came.

  He collapsed on top of me and softly kissed my shoulder as we both tried to regain our breath. My world had just been rocked by this one man. A stranger whom I’d just met a little over an hour ago. A stranger that I’d never see again but who had done something to me that I couldn’t explain.

  He climbed off and threw the condom in the trash.

  “You can get under the covers,” he spoke as I lay there, unable to move.

  “Yeah, but I can’t move.”

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked as he ran his hand down my back.

  “No. You didn’t hurt me at all. I just feel paralyzed at the moment.”

  He chuckled as he took hold of my hand and helped me up and under the sheets. I turned on my side, facing the other way. I wasn’t sure why I did. I just couldn’t bring myself to face him after what we had just done. Maybe it was the fact that if I looked at him, I would cry with happiness at the experience he gave me. Or maybe if I looked at him, I would become emotionally attached. As I lay there, his arms wrapped around me.

  “Good night, beautiful strange girl.” He softly kissed my shoulder.

  “Good night, handsome strange guy.”

  Tomorrow morning was going to be awkward and I needed to make sure I escaped before he woke up.

  Chapter 4

  Him

  She refused to tell me her name. Normally, I wouldn’t care. But something inside me needed to know who she was. She was stunningly beautiful and a name would complete her. It didn
’t matter anyway. In the morning, I’d be gone before she woke up and I’d never see her again. It was probably for the best anyway. I would hurt her and she would ultimately hate me. It’s what I did. It’s all I knew. This feeling inside me as I held her scared me. I didn’t know this girl at all and yet, I felt compelled to. I got the feeling she had never done this before, not with a total stranger. She was nervous. That much I could tell. She still was nervous. I closed my eyes and I could still see her. The way her body trembled with the mere touch of my hand excited me. Her blonde hair with the curled ends that draped over her shoulders looked like silk and her green eyes that looked like jade stared into mine as I fucked her. Her body: slender, toned, yet fragile. She was the perfect height at five foot seven and even more perfect in those sexy stiletto heels she wore. Her scent infiltrated my senses. She smelled liked roses, a scent that would always remind me of this night.

  The next morning, I quietly climbed out of bed and put on my clothes. If I showered, it would wake her and I needed to leave before she awoke. My suitcase was already packed and ready to go. As I grabbed my watch from the nightstand, I stared at her. She looked like an angel, sound asleep and exhausted from last night when we fucked again. I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but for fear of waking her, I didn’t. I grabbed a piece of paper from the desk and jotted down a few words.

  “Good bye, beautiful stranger,” I whispered as I grabbed my suitcase and quietly walked out the door.

  Chapter 5

  Chloe

  My eyes flew open and, for a second, I couldn’t remember where I was. I looked over to the other side of the bed; it was empty. I sat up and looked around. There didn’t appear to be any sign of him. Climbing out of bed, I slipped on the robe that was hanging on the back of the bedroom door and quietly walked into the living area of the suite. He wasn’t anywhere. I noticed when I walked back into the bedroom that the suitcase I saw sitting in the corner last night was gone. He had left. Glancing over at the dresser, I saw a note. Picking it up, I sat down on the edge of the bed.