Only One Night (Only One 3)

“Evelyn.” I said her name as she stood at the sink, trying to wash the makeup from her face. I knew she was beautiful, but without the makeup, she was exquisite. Walking over to her, I placed my hands on her hips, and her eyes met mine in the mirror. Without her heels, she reached the middle of my chest. The way she looked at me, I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“Manning.” When she said my name, I knew at that moment I would never forget the way she said my name. She turned in my arms, and I bent to kiss her lips. Her lips opened for me, and her hands landed on my chest as we kissed each other. She let go of my lips.

“How?” she asked me. “How do I want you already?” I looked at her, my thumb coming out to touch her soft cheek, and I could see little freckles.

“I have no idea,” I said to her as I picked her up and put her on the counter. I grabbed a condom and rolled it down my cock. “But if you find out the answer,” I said, “you have to tell me.” I rubbed my cock up and down her slit. “I fucked you seven minutes ago, and I want you again,” I said to her as I sank inside her. Both of us moaned as she put her hands behind her to hold herself up. I fucked her slow, and she hated every single second of it. She begged and pleaded with me to fuck her faster. She begged me to fuck her deeper, and when I just smirked at her, she leaned forward and bit my chest.

“Manning,” she said, frustrated at this point because I was just playing with her clit with my cock. “I need you,” she said, and she knew that the minute she said that, I would snap. Picking up her leg, I put it on my shoulder, and she knew it was coming. I started pounding into her.

I shake my head of the memories and walk into the bedroom, looking at the bed. The covers are on the floor, the pillows scattered everywhere, and the only things left on the bed are two pillows and the sheet. I look over at the side table, spotting the rest of the condoms all piled together. I pick them up and throw them in the garbage.

I walk back to the couch and grab my boxers. “How did I not hear her leave?” I almost kick myself. I mean, we stayed up all night fucking each other. When we weren’t fucking, we were laughing and then telling each other what we wanted to do next. I slip my pants on and then slide my shirt on. I find three buttons missing when I start buttoning it. Thinking about it makes me smile. Fuck, everything about her makes me smile.

The way she wasn’t shy to ask for anything. The way she smiled right before she took what she wanted. The way she moaned out my name. The way she looked at me over her shoulder. The way she touched me softly, the way she cherished me as much as I cherished her. I shrug the jacket back on, and my stomach sinks.

I just had the best night of my whole fucking life. I just had the best sex I will ever have. She literally fucked my brains out, and I love every single second of it. She made me fucking feel free, and all I have is her name. I don’t even have a last name. I don’t even know where she lives or what she does. I take one look around the room again, and my heart sinks when the door shuts behind me, the click of the lock making it so final.

I hand the valet my coupon, and he nods at me when he brings me my SUV. “Good luck, Captain,” he tells me, and I don’t know if he’s talking about the game or finding the girl. I mean, how many Evelyns could there be? I put my sunglasses on as I make my way home.

I park in the garage and walk into the house, hoping that I don’t get spotted before I change. Where I was free last night, stepping foot into this house is like walking back into a jail cell.

“Well, well, well.” I hear Murielle and look over as she leans against the doorjamb of the kitchen. She is wearing a robe that is hanging open, and you can tell she isn’t wearing a bra. “Look what the cat dragged in,” she says, lifting her cup of coffee and bringing it to her lips to take a sip.

I don’t even bother answering her. I just turn and start to walk to the stairs. “Well, if that isn’t the walk of shame, I don’t know what is.” She snickers, and I stop and look over at her.