About That Night
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Rachel Starr was usually a positive person. She always tried to find the good, even in a bad situation, and she didn't tend to let little things get to her. But it had been a rough week, and she needed a break, so she headed off to the bar down the street from her place.
She had texted a friend in hopes she would meet her there for a drink, but something came up, and her friend wasn't able to meet up with her. Rachel didn't care, though. She needed to get away and clear her head, so Rachel sat alone at the bar and sipped her drink, barely tasting the heady blend of sweet bitterness.
Her gloomy thoughts were elsewhere, far from the raucous laughter and flirting that filled the bar all around her.
By chance, she looked up at that very moment, and for the briefest of instants, she locked eyes with a man that took her breath away. It wasn't that he was handsome, yet he did have a pleasantly arranged face. It wasn't that he had an overpowering aura of charisma about him, though he seemed to be basking in the humor that surrounded him. No, it was simply the way that he grinned at Rachel, freezing her down to the very core with just a look.
It was just a passing glance, it had to be. There was no greater meaning to it, and yet Rachel felt her heart slamming so hard in her chest that she had to turn away and stare fiercely down at her drink, hoping that everyone would just think that her furious blush was because of the booze.
She couldn't deal with something like that, not on top of her existing problems. She didn't need any more complications in her life, not this girl. She was done with the whole relationship thing. She thought for just a moment about a hookup, a one-night stand to help her get her mind off things. But she discounted the idea. She didn't really need to run off and have sex with some guy she just met two minutes ago.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the same reservations. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approach. The stool beside her squeaked as it moved, then creaked as he settled down into it.
"Something got you down?" he asked, his voice every bit as rich and dreamy as she'd feared.
Whatever she mumbled back, it clearly did the trick, at least as far as her darkest, most repressed desires were concerned.
The look that he fixed upon her was suddenly bereft of laughter, consumed by a hungry passion that she knew was rushing through her own veins. It was terrifying to see her own lust reflected so clearly in the eyes of a stranger.
Why was she allowing this complete stranger to have such sway over her? All she had to do was get up and walk away. Hell, maybe she didn't even have to do that. Really, all she had to do was ignore him, and maybe he'd take the hint.
But Rachel didn't do that. Instead, Rachel leaned over and whispered her name.
"Carlos," he whispered back, straight into her ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there.
And with not a word more, the pair rose from their stools at the bar and made their escape. There was no flirting to be had here, just absolute determination to find what small pleasures presented themselves in life.
Of course, as soon as they had finished the short walk back to Rachel's place, she was anticipating anything but small pleasure. By the way that his hand tenderly stroked her back, raising chills in every hair on her body, she was given the smallest and most tantalizing glimpse of what kind of lover he might be. There was no awkward groping here, just a barely controlled arousal that manifested in trembling fingers and a little too much distance between the two.
Once the pair were safely inside her front door, the inhibitions fell away, and the clothes soon followed. His fingers tore at her buttons with nearly enough eagerness to rip them apart, but his ardor was tempered by a discipline that sent a weakness straight to Rachel's knees. She had to brace herself against the wall to stop from collapsing into a heap of surrendered lust, but even if she had fainted on the spot, she was sure that her soon-to-be lover would have caught her with wickedly delicious grace.
His lips met her own with nothing but tenderness, at least at first. Soon enough, though, he was pushing into her, gently prying her open, demanding to experience every bit that she was willing to offer. There was only as much pushiness as she desired, always enough to keep her on edge, but never enough to summon second thoughts.
When Carlos lifted her onto her bed and knelt to offer his tongue between her thighs, Rachel had to stop him. It wasn't shame or fear that stopped her but sheer impatience. There was no need for more foreplay at this point, of that she was absolutely certain.
Thus, the gloomy girl that had been thinking of nothing but misery a mere hour before was now desperately clinging to a man, pulling and begging for him to enter her.
She needed him as much as she needed air to breathe.
"Come here," he said as he pulled her in closer. That rough sexy voice of his only pushed her need higher. His lips came crashing down on hers as he pushed her onto the bed.
His tongue swirled inside her mouth, finding her tongue, toying with it, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her.
She felt a smile against her lip and then felt something else that really caught her attention.
Rachel could feel his cock thickening against her and involuntarily shifted her body in his embrace, her hand slipping between his legs.
Realizing there was far too much fabric between them, she moved her hands to the buttons of his jeans, desperate to get them off. He stood up briefly to remove the rest of his clothes, tossing them to the side of the bed. As she did, she took a moment to appreciate the sight before her. Carlos wasn't the best-looking guy she'd ever seen, but there was still something quite impressive about him, especially what he had between his legs.
She'd seen a few cocks in her time, but this one impr essed even her.
As he stood there in all his glory, his eyes burning into hers, she noticed his cock twitch. Just the sight of it made her pussy wet.
He quickly made his way back to Rachel, crooking a finger around the edge of her panties. She squirmed with need.
She felt him slowly work the lace fabric down her hips.
As they pooled at her feet, Carlos took a hard breath.
"Sweet mother of …"
He broke off, unable to finish his train of thought.
She quivered as he slid a finger inside of her.
He slowly worked his way in and out of her folds. As he did, Rachel closed her eyes, lost in the sensation.
His finger shifted inside of her, slow and deep. Desire filled her like warm honey, making her body quiver.
As he eased another finger inside of her, Rachel feathered one hand over his stomach and traced his erection.
His breath hitched, but he didn't stop working his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Withdrawing his fingers, he lifted them to his mouth so that he could taste her juices. A small whimper bubbled out as she watched him suck her juices off his fingers.
"Christ, you're so sweet."
His words sent a shiver down her spine. "Fuck me, Carlos," she groaned, pleading for him to finally take her. She needed to feel him deep inside of her.
That was all the invitation he needed. Before she knew what was happening, he was balls deep inside her, groaning and basking in the sensations of her all around him.
His cock filled her completely, gave her a sense of satisfaction that competed with the raw lust eating away at her.
Carlos gripped her hips and pumped in and out of her with ferocious passion.
Rachel stared up into the darkness, barely able to make out the thin sheen of sweat on his broad shoulders, but the distance between them only intensified the experience. There were no strings here, nothing to worry about in the morning.
There was only the intensity of the moment, only the bliss of release.
There was no way for her to tell where one of them began, and the other ended. She shuddered and shook with pleasure.
As he twitched and spasmed, she rocked against him and pulled him close. There was only freedom, only a basic need of her body being met with mind-twisting skill.
She rippled with pleasure, an orgasm building inside of her. Rachel knew she was so close as he pumped into her fiercely, slamming into her, again and again.
She did her best to hold out as long as she could, but before long, the walls of her pussy shuddered around his cock.
Carlos thrust one last time and held her firmly against his groan, and he came, cock twitching inside of her with the force of his release.
Carlos laid down beside her, resting his hand on her hip gently. He slowly traced his fingers up and down her side, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms.
With a smile on her face, Rachel replayed the night's escapades. It had been a rough week, but in the end, it turned out rather nicely. Maybe things really do happen for a reason.