“Ouch, Chase. Careful.”
“I’m not a gentle guy.”
Lana contemplated what I had said for a moment and then something changed in the way she looked at me. She leaned down and kissed me roughly, as her hand grabbed my cock and pulled on it hard.
Oh, she likes it a little wild and rough.
She stood up and grabbed her purse. I watched as she pulled out a condom and leaned down to pull me fully out of my pants, so she could put it on me. I loved to watch a woman take control and roll the condom down my cock. There was a delightful mastery that women had which made the act look sexy and mysterious.
Lana straddled me and sat above my cock for a minute as we kissed. Knowing her body was only inches away from me was torture. I throbbed with a desire to be inside of her. I moved my hips toward her in the hopes that she would release me from my torture and slide her body onto my cock.
Suddenly, she thrust herself on top of my cock and threw her arms around my shoulders. Her body moved quickly, and I could tell her clit rubbing against me had her totally wired. My hands gripped her hips and helped her thrust against me, as my hips moved up to fill her up totally.
Within a couple of minutes, I could tell her body was getting ready to explode with excitement. Her hands gripped on tighter to my shoulders. Her face leaned into my neck, and I heard her breathing become more labored.
I reached my hands around and grabbed her ass tightly. While I held onto her, I spread her cheeks and forced her body deep onto my cock. The movement was more than she could take, and I started to thrust in time with her so we could cum together.
Cumming with a beautiful woman riding me was by far my favorite thing to do on a Saturday night – or any night, really. I didn’t have a particular type of woman that I liked. It was different with each one. Blondes, brunettes, redheads – it didn’t matter. I just loved women.
The problem was I didn’t love them enough to want a relationship with them. Most of the time, I kept things to one-night stands only. There were a few women who I felt strongly enough for that I had started relationships with, but those were extremely short lived.
Our movements were fast and hard, and we both released a loud moan as our bodies gave in to the delight of the moment. I pulled her in close and kissed her as she stayed on my lap for a moment while we both recovered. She was a beautiful girl, but I knew I wouldn’t be calling her for another night of fun anytime soon.
It was a sweet moment. It would have been sweeter if it wasn’t in the back room of a dance club and I wasn’t about to blow her off and never see her again. I loved one-night stand sex. It was quick, easy, and didn’t come with a bunch of emotions.
I knew it was different from relationship sex. I’d been in a relationship before, a very long one in fact. But sex was boring in relationships. There wasn’t that element of surprise or excitement when you saw each other. Pretty much from the first night I slept with a girl to the day we broke up, I always thought relationship sex was disastrously boring. And therefore, I didn’t find a need for it in my life.
My life was simpler without a woman. Even the sexiest of women tend to complicate a man’s life, and I didn’t want that. I wanted fun. I wanted to travel with my friends, party all night long, and fuck amazing women. Nothing else seemed like a life worth living.
Chapter Two
Jordan
“Mom, you finally found a wonderful man. It’s time to move forward,” I told my mother, as we shopped through the local grocer for some last-minute wedding reception items.
“Darling, Daddy has only been gone five years. I still feel like I’m betraying you and him by dating Scott. I don’t know if I can accept his proposal.”
My mother was the quintessential martyr. She lost my father to illness and then spent four years in utter isolation. Only when her friends forced her on a trip to Switzerland did my mother, Evelyn, finally open up to the idea of meeting a man. Scott was the first guy she showed any interest in, and I could see why. He was extremely kind to her, and the love he felt shone through every time he looked at her. I knew almost immediately that they would end up together, even if she didn’t know yet.
Well, I’m not sure she was even that open to it, until Scott bumped into her and wouldn’t let her leave until she gave him her number. He was a traveling businessman and was only in Geneva for a couple of days. His charm and her friends convinced my mother to go on a date with him, and the rest is history.
“Mother, I will not have you sitting around here and waiting on me all the time. I’m twenty-one years old now. There is no reason I can’t take care of myself. You and Scott can go e
njoy the world together.”
“I am excited about the idea of traveling so much. It’s always been a dream of mine.”
“Yes. You’ve spent forty-five years in Schaan. It’s time to spread your wings.”
My mother and, later, myself were born in Schaan, Liechtenstein. Most people have no idea Liechtenstein is even a country and certainly have no idea where it’s located. Our little country is only about 62 square miles and has a population smaller than most cities. With only 37,000 people in the entire country, you can say we are a pretty small part of the world.
I’ve never felt like my world was small, though. My mother and father often took me to neighboring Switzerland and Austria. Plus, we had traveled to England and Spain once each on summer vacations. It was a simple life, but a very happy one.
My parents believed strongly in my education. So, I went to a private Christian school and learned both German and English as I grew up. My father always said that I would need English so I could travel to the United States someday and go to college. He also stressed that knowing English would open up many different career paths when I got older.
Although I still hadn’t had the chance to go to a traditional college, traveling to America was always a dream of mine. In fact, my best friend Ana and I often talked about what it would be like to live in a country like America. We watched American television shows, idolized their stars, and listened to their music. Both Ana and I were set on making it to America someday.
“But, Jordan, how will you ever take care of yourself?” my mother said, as a last ditch effort to try and get me to ask her to stay.