The 7 Day Stand

Damn. Has it really been that long?

To be completely honest I’ve barely had time to breathe lately between work and all the travelling I’ve had to do. Not to mention I’ve not met anyone, nor had any desire to… until tonight. Savannah is the first woman to catch my attention in a long time and even that encounter with… fuck I don’t even recall her name—well, that absolutely sums up that experience. It was monotonous at best, more of a necessity to ease off some tension, though truth be told I would have gotten much more gratification fucking my fist.

“You live on the beach?” Savannah questions her hazel eyes wide as we pull up to my beachfront condo.

“Occasionally,” I answer, pushing the button and killing the engine. “I have a place in the city. I only come here when I need to escape the chaos of the city and I’m in desperate need of some peace and quiet to recharge.”

“Wow,” she breathes, veering her gaze toward the ocean stretched out before her, a serene look falls upon her pretty face. It’s the middle of the night, but the view is just as incredible and even more tranquil. The moonlight reflects on the surface of the water accompanied by glittering stars littered across the sky. “It’s beautiful. This right here would be my idea of heaven.”

“I like it here. Have you ever been for a midnight swim?” I question and Savannah turns to look at me and shakes her head slowly. “Well, we must rectify that immediately. Come on.”

Savannah blanches, golden eyes all wide and panicked. “Wait, now? I don’t have a bathing suit.”

I smile, taking hold of her chin I gaze into her eyes as I stroke my thumb along her jaw. “Who said you need one? There isn’t a soul around but the two of us. The couple that lives in the condo at the end over there have already flown out to Florida for the summer to see their kids and the rest are rentals.”

“So, you’re proposing we go skinny dipping at…” she voices and stops to glance over at the clock on the center console. “...one thirty in the morning?”

Smirking I inch closer until my lips are less than a breath apart from hers. “Precisely. You can swim, can’t you?” I question, slipping the spaghetti strap of her dress off her shoulder using my index finger.

“Yes, I can swim.” She answers breathily, her velvet lips parting for me when I teasingly graze mine over hers. I can sense the apprehension coming off her in waves since we left the bar. As much as she’s trying to convince herself that she’s the type of girl that sleeps around, she’s not. I’ve had a catalogue of promiscuous women in my time and Savannah isn’t one of those girls, not even close. If I had to guess I’d say she’s only slept with a handful of men at most, each one likely incompetent at pleasuring her in the bedroom. I could taste her purity the moment she walked into Q’s which is why I was surprised when she waltzed over and kissed me.

Nevertheless, I want more. I want to taint her. I want to be the one to make every sordid fantasy she has a reality. I want to corrupt her mind, so I’m all she thinks and fantasizes about.

“Good, now let go of that last thread of doubt in your mind and leave yourself to me, Savannah.” I say pushing the other strap down until her shoulders are bare. “Tonight, I want you to be mine completely, no doubts, no hesitation, only mine.”

“Okay.” She assents softly, her eyes closed, and lips still parted patiently waiting for me to close the miniscule gap and kiss her and fuck am I aching to taste those lips, but I know if I do, I’ll lose the very last bit of control I have left and pull her in my lap and fuck her till she’s screaming.

“Say it.”

“Only yours.”

“Good girl,” I praise, my tone low and deep. My wandering fingers find the zipper to her dress, and I slowly unfasten it and as I do the dress loosens before the material slides off the top half of her body, revealing the navy blue, lace, strapless bra she’s wearing underneath.

Lord have mercy I’m having to fight the urge to tear it off with my bare teeth just so I could suck at the budding nipple under the lace material. There are simply no words to describe the crass things I want to do to this woman, the countless ways I would like to defile her. “Step out of the car, sweetheart and lose the dress. Let me see you.” Savannah complies and obediently opens the car door and steps out, my eyes eagerly following her every movement. Like a depraved sex maniac, my mouth salivates when the hem of her mini dress rides up exposing smooth, creamy skin and the delectable curve of her ass. I follow suit, walking around the car toward her, watching eagerly as the dress slips over her hips, then her toned legs and eventually pools at her feet.

Fuck me.

There she stands before me in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties— and those sexy black stilettos. My step falters ever so slightly as I reach her, my eyes leisurely roam over every inch, storing every dip and curve of her perfect body into my memory bank for later because the sight before me is not one I want to forget in a hurry. “Goddamn Savannah, you’re fucking unreal.”

Savannah’s eyes that are cast down the entire time snap up and she stares back at me stunned as if hearing those words for the very first time. I don’t even need to ask because with every passing second, it’s becoming more and more apparent that she’s been mistreated in her past relationships.

Those fools she’s dated in the past without a doubt robbed her of her self-esteem which is a darn shame because she’s outstandingly beautiful and deserves so much better. And I plan to give her a taste of how it feels to be treasured, to be taken care of, to be owned. I grip her narrow hips and draw her up against me, immediately relishing the way her body feels pressed up against mine.

“This isn’t very fair, I’m practically naked and you’re still fully clothed,” she purrs with a teasing smile, “I think we should even out the playing field a little, don’t you?”

I match her smile but say nothing when her hands come up and she slowly unbuttons my shirt, pushing one button out of its loop at a time. I watch her, gauging her reaction closely and God, the red-hot desire that glitters in her eyes with every inch of exposed flesh makes my groin tighten. Especially the way she’s biting down on her lower lip. I sigh when her fingers skim down the length of my torso, her fingertips lightly tracing the outline of my abs. I take hold of her wrists and her eyes snap up to meet mine. “If you keep touching me like that, we’re not going to make it to the beach or the bedroom. I will spread you out on the hood of my car and fuck you till you’re screaming for mercy.”

Savannah smiles impishly, unbuttons my pants and slowly unfastens the zipper. My cock throbs and my hips instinctively rock up into her touch. “So far, all I’m hearing is talk, Mr. Pierce.” She states, raising a challenging brow. “When are you planning to put your words to action?”

“So eager to be fucked. I bet your pretty cunt is aching to be stretched out and pumped full of my hot cum.” I growl hooking an arm under her peachy ass and lifting her effortlessly into my arms. Savannah’s legs coil around me and she rocks herself against me and moans. “That’s it sweetheart, rub your clit up and down my cock, keep that pussy plump and juicy for me.” Savannah moans again and continues to grind herself against me while I walk up to the house. I don’t even know how I managed to get up those steps, find my keys and unlock the door with our mouths fused, kissing ardently and fuck the way Savannah is dry humping my dick is absolute torture; with each thrust of her hips she’s pushing me to the edge of insanity.

My fingers travel up from the nape of her neck to curl in her hair. I grip the roots and tug her head back so I can bite and suck at her throat emitting a melodious moan from Savannah.

“Logan...”

My body responds to her call; that all too familiar surge of heat rushes through me and pools deep in my groin. There is no way we’re making it to the bedroom, so I kick away the chair and swipe off various contents I have on the marble dining table and set Savannah on top of it. I grip her nape and draw her mouth urgently to mine and I kiss her hard and deep swallowing every one of her hushed moans. While we kiss our hands are occupied undressing one another. Savannah pulls my shirt off and her dainty hands roam free exploring my chest closely, followed by her mouth licking a trail from my pecs up to my throat, stopping to suck at the base of my neck.

“Fuck.” I groan audibly, tilting my head back to give her more space to continue peppering open mouthed kisses along my throat. My control is waning, and I can feel that untamable beast clawing its way to the surface despite my grandest effort to keep him at bay.