More Than a One Night Stand
One more night... and morning, he knows he'll be done with her and move on.
Joelle had a type. Bad boy with long hair, driving a motorcycle, and questionable treatment of her. Marc her one night stand from her best friend's wedding does not fit the profile of her fantasy man.
He is the man holding her lingerie hostage since she ran from his hotel room the morning after their night. It's been three months of him demanding one more night and not one man has incited her desire like Marc.
Since their one night stand was cut short, Marc has wanted Joelle. And he's not above blackmail to finish what they started. One more night... and morning, he knows he'll be done with her and move on.
One night is not enough for either of them.
Will Joelle surrender control or will she let her fears of commitment drive her away from more happiness than she ever dreamed of?
Book 3 of the More Than Series
“Is Marc coming tonight?” Joelle asked her best friend.
Chloe hummed. “I think so. Do you want me to ask Tay?”
Joelle groaned. “No, if you ask Taylor, he’ll get suspicious. Why does your awesome husband have to be friends with my mortal enemy?”
“Mortal enemy.” Chloe barked a laugh.
“He’s the villain in my story, Chloe.”
“That’s a little over dramatic, don’t you think?”
“He humiliated me,” Joelle wailed.
“It’s been two months. Let it go.”
Joelle could have let it go if she stopped seeing Marc Stebben every time she saw her friend, but since his best friend married her best friend, she couldn’t get rid of the guy. Which wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t so fucking hot. A look from his sexy eyes made her insides rage with lust despite all her hatred. She wanted another night in the worst way.
“I know. I’m trying.” Joelle scoffed at herself.
“You’ll still come out with us, right?” Chloe pleaded.
“Yes, I’ll come. I won’t meet anyone sitting at home.” The answer was right in front of her. She needed to find another, hotter guy, take him home, and purge all memories of Marc from her mind.
“See you at seven.” The call ended and Joelle went to her bedroom. She stripped to her underwear and considered having a shower. But being wet and naked while thinking of Marc was a recipe for disaster. She needed to get off before she saw him so she wouldn’t incinerate with lust.
She opened the toy drawer next to her bed and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She shed her panties and laid on the bed to think of… anyone but Marc. In three months since she banged him in the aftermath of Chloe and Taylor’s wedding, not one soul in the world made her wet. Not even her favorite porn star worked for her. He never failed — had a shitty day at work, bad hair day, and terrible date all rolled into one way guaranteed orgasm.
She balanced her phone on her thighs to watch her favorite porn. This one had to work, but as the characters on screen performed, she closed her eyes and let their moans guide her. She imagined it was her and Marc making the sounds. She tried to shove them into the fantasy, but her mind returned to the hotel room.
They were partnered for the wedding. It started as innocent flirting at the reception and dinner, but as the night progressed and the number of glasses of wine increased, the flirting turned risque, until they agreed once they could leave here, they were going to a hotel room. His, hers didn’t matter, she needed to feel his hands on her skin in the ways he promised.
Inside his hotel room, he threw off his shoes, but sat on the bed. Joelle stood, swishing the satin of the wedding dress against her legs. “Take it off.” Marc’s dark eyes dared her to comply.
“I can’t unzip it. Help, please?.” His fingers brushed her shoulders as he moved her hair aside and unzipped the back of her dress. Once he released the binding, the red satin fluttered to the floor, and she stepped out of soft fabric. She draped the dress over a chair before she turned to him in her lingerie. She was buzzed enough not to care that her thighs were pudgy and her hips weren’t proportional to her body. His heated gaze caressing her skin made her feel better. She didn’t want to cover herself, she wanted to expose more.
He circled her like a hunter circling its prey in a trap. His hands groped her skin, between the garter belt and stockings, the softness of her belly, and the swell of her breasts. “You’re an enchanting sight like this, Joelle.” He stopped in front of her and grabbed her throat lightly.
She gasped and tensed from head to toe, cold suffusing her body as she tried to decide how she was going to talk him into stopping.
“I won’t hurt you, I only want to control you.”
“I didn’t know you were kinky too.”
“Too? What do you mean?”
“Chloe and Taylor… have never told you….” she tried to step back, but he expected her withdrawal and his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist.
“You’re telling me Mom and Dad down there who just got married, are into S and M?” Marc’s top lip curled.
“Totally Mom and Dad though, right? I thought I was the only one who called them that. I figured you knew being Taylor’s best man.”
He switched from her throat to holding a handful of her hair. “No, he never told me they were kinky.”
She assumed Marc didn’t know about Chloe’s cam girl days either. Joelle figured she had better keep that secret quiet. “Well, now you know. They are as kinky as it gets.”
He maneuvered Joelle closer. “I think I might have them beat.” His lips covered hers, branding her with his tongue, waiting until she softened against him. “Turn around.” He guided her so her back was against his chest, then his hand wrapped around her throat again. His other hand groped her breasts roughly, sliding into her panties, one long finger dragging through her slit, rasping over her clit.
She moaned, her ass grinding into his pelvis against his hard cock. Joelle wanted to turn again, to kiss him again, to strip his clothes away and run her hands over whatever body he was hiding underneath his suit. Marc said he wanted to control her, that he was kinkier than Taylor and Chloe. Was that what she wanted? If she refused to submit, would he still fuck her?
“Would you let go of control?” he whispered, as the pad of his finger teased her clit.
She stretched her neck, the bob of her throat as she swallowed rubbed against his fingers holding her. He guided her head back against his shoulder, his mouth sucking her blazing skin, nipping, scratching her with his teeth. “You won’t hurt me?” Her voice sounded small, afraid.
“Not if you comply like a good girl. You seem like a good girl to me, Joelle. One who can follow orders without arguing.” His hand slithered from her throat, and unsnapped the strapless bra restraining her breasts, dropping to the carpet and he plucked her nipples with his fingers, over and over, a sensual wave rolled through her.
“I can try,” she whimpered.
His teeth grabbed her earlobe tight, not quite hurting, but it got her attention. She stiffened in his arms. Behind her, he pulled his tie free of his neck. “I can always restrain you so you can’t disobey.”
A gasp escaped her, but before she could reply, he yanked her hands behind her back. She didn’t think Marc, who worked in the same boring office as Taylor, who always seemed like he was even more boring than the Dad of her group, would be more than a quick fuck. Wham, bam, not even a thank-you before he fell asleep.
“I think this is better used elsewhere. First, we need your panties off. Please, Miss Joelle.”
Her fingers shook, and it took her ages to unhook her garter belt from her hosiery, so she could remove her panties. While she did, he sat on the bed and worked on removing his dress shirt. She caught sight of his tie laying over his lap. How did he plan to use that on her?
“Should I take off my stockings?” She pressed her lips together, so she didn’t betray her nervousness. This was supposed to be a quick, hot fuck. The hot part was happening she soaked her panties, and he’d only teased her, but what she felt in her pants. If his game was as good as his talk, he’d satisfy her. If he ever stopped fucking teasing her.
“No, reattach the garter belt. I like how it looks.”
She hooked the stockings to the belt, trying to ignore her curiosity about what his hot flesh looked like. When she stood, the sultry look from his eyes burned away any self-consciousness. Marc’s eyes roamed her body, powerful as his hands on her. His thighs parted, still encased in the gray silk from the wedding. “Come here.”
She stepped between them, blinking several times.
“I can smell how much you want me.” He looked at her face, eyes blazing with desire. His gaze dropped between her legs, and his fingers lifted to the bare velvet lips. His hand smoothed over her skin, then with both his thumbs, he peeled back her layers, baring the inner pink to the fire. “So damn beautiful, Joelle. Not just your cunt, all of you. And tonight I’m going to taste every inch of you.”
Marc laid back on the bed and tugged her hand. “Kneel over me sweetness. Let me taste you.”
There was no room for hesitation. She crawled over him, letting her hands feel the hard planes of his chest before she straddled his face, lowering her pussy to him. He gripped her ass as his mouth French kissed her. Fuck, she had to tense her thighs to keep from falling, as he buried his face in her like he was a man out of the desert and she was the closest source of liquid. Slurping should have been the least sexy thing she heard, but the way he enjoyed her pussy, his sounds made her higher, so high she could fly.
“Marc, please.” Her voice squeaked in desperation, needing to come.
“I’m doing my best sweetheart, the rest is up to you.” He centered his attention on her clit, lick, suck, nip, until her inner thighs shook. The desire he built inside her unspooled so fast, her orgasm felt out of control. She fell forward, but he gripped her, his mouth continuing to torture her in the aftershocks.
He let go, but a moment later he was behind her, his leg forcing her open. In her haze she thought he was going to fuck her, and she needed to ask about protection, but she realized he still had his pants on. Two fingers entered her, forceful, but practiced thrusts, his other hand teased her still inflamed clit.
She tried to move from his touch, but he followed her. He growled, “Stay still. You still have many orgasms to come, don’t wear yourself out fighting me.”
“Please, I don’t know.” Her head thrashed, her body unsure of itself.
He slowed his movements in her, his mouth pressing a soft kiss to her neck and shoulders. “Relax into it. Breathe slowly and I promise it will be so good for you.”
She tried to listen, but his insistent fingers demanding too much from her body tore at her resolve. How could she be calm?
“Trust me, you can handle it. I’ve never met a woman who couldn’t. You’re so much more resilient than us poor men. Most don’t know how to take advantage of a woman’s natural ability for multiple orgasms, but it’s my favorite. To make a woman orgasm for hours until you’re so deep in her pleasure you forget your name.” His voice sent shock waves through her body, or maybe it was his fingers. Whatever it was, she was coming again, her hips thrusting, grinding against him.
“Hours?” she panted, wanting to look at him, but not able to move.
“Yes, I won’t be able to here. Unless you brought your sex toys.” He kissed her cheek, and with one hand holding her close, the other took off his belt, pushed down his pants, his legs kicking them away. He unsnapped her belt and stocking and stripped them away, leaving nothing between them. Skin on skin, she loved how hot and tight he was against her, layers of hot male under a thin layer of soft skin.
Her muscles could move, so she turned over and kissed him. Her hands running through his hair and over his chest and back, nails scratching his ass and thighs. The power under her hands. When he fucked her, it would be hard, pounding if he wanted, or it could be slow and sweet, dragging out their pleasure.
Marc growled in appreciation as she grazed his cock. Would he allow her to touch him? She wrapped her hand around his impressive length, stroking him, thrilled when he didn’t stop her.
“Where’s the naughtiest place you’ve had sex?” He placed a hand on her knee, massaging her thigh.
“Public beach while I was camping. It was late, and we were quiet, but still could have been caught.”
“That sounds delightful. Having the night air lick your skin.” He traced his fingers over her clit again, pulling a whimper from her. “If you don’t mind, my cock is so fucking hard for you. Every time you whimper, it gets harder.”
“Yes, please,” she said, spreading her legs.
But he didn’t move, he teased her throbbing clit, with the lightest of brushes, as if he wasn’t sure what to do. He slid off the bed and tossed a condom beside her on the bed from his pocket, then he rolled her to her back and kissed her. Her taste was still on his lips and tongue as he rubbed against her cleft. He brushed his lips across her face and down the side of her neck. Marc licked her breasts, teasing each with his mouth, and alternating between kissing and licking until she was damp and trembling. He pressed one kiss between her legs, moving down one thigh and up the other.
Finally, he straddled her and rolled the condom over his cock. She wanted to lick it but didn’t dare deter him from fucking her. He was going to goddamn kill her with his multiple orgasms thing.
He entered her so damn slowly, she wanted to beg him to fuck her, pound her until they were both lumps of satiation. But pleading would make him prolong this moment, so she smiled at him, her arms over her head.
He laid his weight on her and put his hands under her hips to pull her to him. Priming her with small pumps, getting longer, then faster, quicker, his hips circling to grind against her clit.
“God, I can’t go slow anymore, Joelle. I need to feel how deep you are.” He pulled from her and moved her to her belly. He entered her again, so fucking deep, with a spank he grabbed her hips and fucked her like she needed. Better than anyone had ever done. He slammed into her until she saw stars, the pleasure flooding her again and again, as he took her. Goddamn, she couldn’t move, but he was still going, still moaning her name, still telling how good her cunt was.
He came, the storm coming to a sudden end, and the thrusts stopped. He collapsed next to her like the man who ran a marathon, gasping for air.
She turned and caressed his cheek. God, he was sexy, not the bad boy type she wanted, but he knew how to make her purr. With a smirk, she kissed him.
“What’s the smirk about?” he asked.
“You didn’t use the tie on me.”
He sat up and grabbed it from the end of the bed. “The night isn’t over yet, sweetness. As soon as I catch my breath, you’ll see how I want to use it.”