Taking Her on the Mattress

POV VAUGHN

I never walked into that crowded nightclub with the intention of bringing a woman home. Not tonight. I was only there because of Ronan's relentless insistence. He wanted to get drunk and have some fun, and as his brother, I felt obligated to tag along. I should have known better. Ten minutes after we arrived, some redhead caught his eye, and Ronan vanished into the sea of grinding bodies, leaving me alone at the bar.

For once, I wasn't complaining. I sat there with my drink, preparing to leave the loud venue, when my eyes caught her.

Wearing an oversized sweater and frayed denim shorts, she was underdressed for this high-end club. Yet, without even trying, she was undeniably the most stunning woman in the room. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The moment our lips touched back in the club, my self-control took a massive hit.

Now, I unlocked the door to my luxury apartment and ushered her inside. This marked the very first time I had ever brought a stranger into my personal space. As I led her down the hallway and into my bedroom, I mentally reflected on how I ended up here, breaking my own unspoken rules for a woman I barely knew.

The heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind us. Tessa stopped near the edge of the area rug and turned to face me. She peered up at me, her beautiful forest green eyes wide.

"Am I stupid for believing that you are just a random hot guy I chose to sleep with, rather than a psychopath who keeps women locked in his basement?" she asked.

I crowded her physical space, stepping close enough that her back nearly pressed against the wall. I looked down at her innocent expression, a dark smirk pulling at my mouth. "You're giving me ideas, love," I teased, my voice dropping to a rough gravel.

Without giving her another second to think, I crashed my mouth against hers. I pulled her body flush against my chest. Instead of hesitating, she responded with eager hunger, parting her lips and wrapping her arms tight around my neck. That response instantly shattered my typical emotional detachment. Hookups for me were usually detached transactions. Kissing felt unnecessary, merely a step to the main event. But right now, I found myself unable to get enough of her lips.

I broke the kiss, breathing heavily against her jaw. "Get on the bed."

My authoritative command made her swallow hard. She obeyed with hesitant steps, walking over to the large mattress and lying down on her back. I followed, standing over her. I didn't waste time. I grabbed the hem of her denim shorts and quickly stripped them down her legs, taking her cotton panties with them. I tossed the fabric aside, leaving her bottom half bare.

I hooked my hands under her thighs and pulled her body down to the very edge of the mattress. Dropping to my knees, I lowered my head directly between her thighs. I spread her wet folds and began to perform oral sex on her. I used my tongue to relentlessly lick her wet clitoris and dive deep into her slick vagina. I drank in her sweet taste, sucking on her sensitive flesh.

"Oh my—" She threw her head back, gasping for air. I kept my mouth firmly planted against her pussy, lapping at her clit until her hips bucked. Her body started to shake hard. She sobbed through an intense, mind-blowing orgasm, her thighs trembling against my face as I tasted her sweet release.

When she finally came down from her high, panting and flushed, I stood up and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. I ripped the wrapper open. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking directly at my thick, erect penis.

"That is very big," she whispered, her eyes wide.

I smirked, rolling the latex down my hard cock. "And you’re wet enough. Take that oversized top off."

My authoritative tone visibly aroused her. She didn't argue. She pulled the sweater over her head, baring her chest to me. I moved between her spread legs, lining up the head of my hard cock against her wet vagina. I gripped her hips and thrust my entire length deep inside her in one smooth, powerful drive.

Fuck. She was incredibly tight. Her vaginal walls squeezed my penis so snugly that it pushed my self-control to its limit. I had to force myself to stay perfectly still for a second, my jaw clenching as her body adjusted to my size. The moment she shifted, giving me the silent green light, I pulled back and drove my penis into her mercilessly.

I pumped my hips in a hard, rhythmic motion, thrusting deep into her tight vagina. A loud, shameless moan escaped her lips, and she immediately reached up, trying to cover her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound. I grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face, and pinned them securely above her head against the mattress.

"Don't hide it," I growled. I used my free hand to reach down between our bodies, using my thumb to rub her swollen clitoris as I continued to fuck her relentlessly. The dual stimulation wrecked her. She writhed beneath me, her breath hitching with every deep thrust.

"Please—!" Her face was flushed, tears of sheer pleasure dampening her cheeks.

"You want to come?" I grunted, slamming my pelvis against hers, rubbing her clit harder.

She choked out an enthusiastic, "Yes! Fuck, yes!"

I pressed my thumb firmly against her clitoris one last time. Tessa immediately shattered into another climax. Her tight vaginal walls clenched desperately around my dick, milking me with intense spasms. The squeezing sensation snapped the last thread of my control. I surrendered to my own powerful ejaculation, groaning as I shot my load deep inside her tight pussy.

We collapsed onto the mattress side by side, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. The air in the luxury bedroom felt thick with lingering heat.

Tessa stared up at the ceiling, panting softly. "Give me a moment. I will get up."

She spoke as if I was waiting to kick her out. I turned my head, reaching out to stroke my thumb gently against her swollen lips. I refused to let her leave. "We aren't done yet, love."

POV TESSA

My pillow was warm.

That was the very first thought that registered in my groggy brain as I woke up the next morning. My second thought was the uncomfortable realization that I desperately needed to use the bathroom. The sunlight filtered through the large windows of the unfamiliar bedroom. I tried to shift my weight and roll over onto my back, but something stopped me. A heavy, muscular hand squeezed my arm, anchoring me to the mattress.

My eyes snapped open. I realized with shock what had happened. The reality of the previous night came rushing back like a cold bucket of water to the face.

Oh my god. I just slept with an incredibly hot stranger. I had gone to that crowded club to drink away my misery immediately after discovering my fiancé Mason’s brutal betrayal, and instead, I had let a man I barely knew bring me back to his luxury apartment. Worse still, I was currently resting my cheek directly on his bare, muscular chest.

Panic flared in my stomach, battling with the intense pressure in my bladder. I needed to get up. Very carefully, I held my breath and slipped out of his warm grip, nudging his heavy arm off my body until it hit the mattress with a soft thud. He let out a low breath but didn't wake up.

I slid off the massive bed, my bare feet touching the expensive hardwood floor. My clothes were scattered everywhere. I scrambled around the floor, frantically gathering my frayed denim shorts, my panties, and my oversized sweater. Clutching the bundle of clothes to my chest, I crept out of the bedroom and ducked into his en-suite bathroom.

I locked the door and sat on the toilet, staring blankly at the sleek marble tiles. Well, he definitely wasn't a serial killer. He hadn't chopped me into pieces and locked me in a basement. But he was a literal god in bed. As I sat there, my insides started tingling just at the memory of what he did to me. The way he used his mouth on my clitoris, the sheer size of his penis stretching my vagina—it was hands down the best sex of my life.

I let out a quiet sigh. Amazing sex aside, I was still reeling from Mason's cheating. My life was falling apart, and my heart was broken. I was not willing to stick around and face the awkward post-hookup conversation with a random guy whose last name I didn't even know. He probably wouldn't want to wake up to the messy, heartbroken woman he picked up from the club anyway.

I quickly got dressed, pulling my panties and shorts on before yanking the oversized sweater over my head. I took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door, and tiptoed back into the large bedroom.

He was still fast asleep, sprawled on his stomach with the white sheets tangled around his waist. I let out a massive sigh of relief. I scanned the room for my belongings. My heartbeat picked up a frantic rhythm as I spotted my phone sitting on the sleek bedside table near his head.

I stealthily walked up to the side of the bed, holding my breath so I wouldn't make a single sound. I grabbed the phone, my fingers trembling slightly, and immediately turned it to silent mode. No unwanted calls or alarms were going to wake him up and ruin my escape.

As I held my phone, my eyes fell on his face. I couldn't help it. God clearly had favorites when he created this man. How could someone look this handsome while sleeping? He was rich, breathtakingly gorgeous, and he fucked like he had a master's degree in it. He was the closest thing to a living romance novel fantasy I would ever experience.

I allowed myself to admire his handsome sleeping face for one last short second, committing the sharp lines of his jaw and his thick chestnut hair to memory. Then, I turned around and quietly escaped his apartment, determined to leave this perfect stranger behind.