Saint-Rock High Book 1: When Bitter & Sweet Meet

TORY

The next morning, I wake up with a feeling I haven’t had since my disastrous would-be wedding day.

I feel good.

My foot sticks out of the comforter, and I wiggle my toes, giggling like a teenager at the sight. Scooting up until my back hits the headboard in an upright position, I lift my comforter and start—I’m naked. Utterly naked.

Fuck.

Heat blasts my face. Yep. That’s exactly what we did.

I never sleep naked.

I let my head fall back, unable to stop the smile from spreading. No wonder I feel so good today.

No, scratch that. I feel great. Maybe a little fucking was just what I needed. That and some liquid courage, which I had plenty of after my fourth drink.

I initiated it. My skin glows warm, then flushed. Me. Freaking me!

And it was amazing. Perfect. A fuck and forget, that’s all I needed.

Well, maybe not all…

The heartbeat between my legs throbs, and I reach underneath the covers, seeking to relieve it. There’s the spot. Closing my eyes, I push against the headboard, letting the memories of last night guide my movements.

Just as I’d never felt so unwanted on my wedding day, I never felt more desirable than when this total stranger fucked me good. I never felt surer of what I would do when he responded to my initial kiss by roughly pushing his tongue inside my mouth.

Rubbing slow circles over my clit, I sink deeper into the mattress as the memory of Levi’s muscular body covering me makes my back arch. Good God, his weight wasn’t the only thing I could feel.

My fingers push harder and faster around my G-spot, letting my whimpers crowd me. The hunger in his eyes was all-encompassing. Powerful. Like a wolf ready to devour his prey.

And oh, how I want to be devoured.

His mouth brushed my breast before taking a nipple into his mouth. Oh God. A moan bursts from my lips, fingers working overtime as they push faster in between my dripping folds. Don’t stop, I had moaned.

And he didn’t. My eyes roll back, reliving the way he bit and pinched each nipple between his teeth. My fingers strain to do the same, clinging to how his tongue had played them like a fiddle, flicking and licking at just the right tempo…

Look at me.

His low, dangerous voice pulses through me like the Alpha male he was. I stop for a moment, savoring the lingering touch of how his lips felt kissing their way down my body.

All the way down…and in. Just as he’d done last night, I thrust one finger inside.

“Ohhh my God!”

Already wet for me, babe, rose his edgy whisper. ~I like it. ~

Eyelids fluttering, I press my head further into the headboard, gasping now as my fingers work inside and out of my rapidly moistening folds. The memories of his dominating smile hover above me, kissing every inch of my writhing body as I thrash from side to side.

Mmm, he groaned. I thrust again, moaning with delight as my mind flashed to how he’d slowly, teasingly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. ~Divine. ~How his beautiful locks had fallen over his face, sticking to his face as the sweat between our bodies glued us together.

My cheeks flush, and I’m not sure if it’s from the memory or the stimulation. But as the image of Levi rises, pulling a condom over his thick length and spreading my legs, I add a second finger. Beautiful light gray eyes hover over me, smiling dangerously.

Every muscle in my body seizes, trembling with the effort to hold onto the dream, the reality of last night. Levi slammed into me, crushing the air from my lungs and sliding the biggest member I’ve ever had in and out, thrusting like I’d never felt before.

Oh, oh, oh!

My fingers speed up, just as he did last night with each thrust.

“Oh, Levi,” I moan aloud.

Be a good girl, ~babe~, comes his husky voice again. ~Come for me. I’ll catch you.~

The combination of his forceful command and my fingers do the trick. Moments later, my body shakes violently, spasms rolling through my stomach and legs, and another breathy, gasping moan leaves my lips shuddering.

A sweet, sticky explosion pools between my legs, leaking out from my folds as I finally open my eyes. My chest rises and falls as I suck in breath after breath, staring wide-eyed and dizzy up at the darkened ceiling.

I had only ever masturbated once while I was with Davis, and when he walked in on me, he’d made me swear never to do it again. He always said it was unbecoming of a lady.

But that was incredible. Legs limp, I let my heartbeat slow, savoring the delicious tremors still rocking my body. God, how was it that even the sheer memory of that man could induce such a response from me?

I glance from side to side as the warm fog clears and more details return. He didn’t just leave, either. He’d returned after disposing the condom, cuddling with me before we couldn’t hold back anymore. I don’t know if other people end up doing it multiple times in a one-night stand, but we sure did.

And that’s all it was. A one-night stand. No note, no goodbye, nothing. I stretch out, lazily kicking out my limbs and force a smile.

That’s all I want. That’s all he wanted too.

There’s nothing wrong with that, I tell myself as I get up, put the sheets in the wash, and scrub myself thoroughly in the shower. ~You deserve it after the hell you’ve been through.~ A fun night. A night to forget.

I’m glad for one thing; no, two things. I start my job this week, and two, I never have to lay eyes on that man ever again.