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I Don't Do One Night Stands

I Don't Do One Night Stands

One night of passion can have numerous consequences...
They always say that one night stands can lead to a variety of awkward situations. You can wake up the next morning feeling absolutely hung over and filled with regret after a night of drunken sex that you can hardly remember. You can wake up next to your best friend and feel despairing dread because you crossed a line that you can never take back anymore. Or you might feel doomed because you realize you’re in love with them.

There are other instances in which you could end up waking up next to a clingy guy or girl who will continuously try to hit you up for another scandalous booty call. And in other popular cases, there’s the occasional guy or girl who will misinterpret the sex and believe you two are exclusively dating. The thing is you never really know who you’re sleeping with when you do a one night stand. Sure, another person is willingly allowing you entry into their body, but what happens when your bodies collide without the connecting union of your soul or heart?

Will the sex lack fulfillment because there is no emotional attachment? How is it possible to separate the deepest parts of yourself in order to just fuck like animals for one night? These are questions I always asked myself before I had my first one night stand. I knew from the very first time I lost my virginity that I could never become the type of person who could easily rule out all thought and feeling from sex. I was sixteen when I first lost my virginity, and had my first one night stand at seventeen. Things didn’t go so well with ex number one to say the least. I broke off that relationship, and sometime after I ended up having sex with some guy I met at a party. I tell people it was a one night stand because it hurts to admit that I was taken advantage of while I was under the influence of alcohol.

I always felt older than my age, and wanted to assume responsibility for my actions just like any adult would. But honestly, in that particular situation, I really wish I had a friend who was able to take care of me that night. Because the following morning I felt like crap and the guy was gone. I promised myself that I would never drink at a party ever again and definitely not engage in sex with randoms.

Ex-number two really helped me learn a lot about myself sexually, but that relationship failed as well and we parted ways on bad terms because he had been unfaithful to me. The split happened almost a year ago and one my best friends really tried to be there for me. We had been friends for years and one night he told me he was in love with me when I was crying and confiding in him. I was weak and vulnerable, and in that moment I so badly wanted to feel the same way as him, because in my mind he seemed like the perfect guy. He really cared about me and loved me, so I forced myself to take him out of friend zone and give sex a shot. As soon as we were…doing it, I felt like crying, because I knew I had made the wrong decision. I knew I wouldn’t be able to return his feelings and both of us were going to get hurt and pay the consequences. I pretended to enjoy it, and while he held me and comforted me afterwards, all I wanted to do was cry and run away. I had completely sabotaged our friendship.

The next day and weeks on end I avoided him. He was confused and hurt, but so was I. I didn’t mean to break his heart. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I was at an all-time low in my life and made a bad judgement call. I eventually opened up to him in all honestly, but he was too hurt to stay friends with me. So I lost a good friend and learned another lesson. Never ever have sex with your best friend when you’re down and depressed and they tell you they’re in love with you. If you’re not sure how you feel about them, then definitely hold off on sex. That was my mistake. I wanted to feel comfort. I wanted to feel loved, but more than anything, I wanted to believe that I was still capable of loving someone because my ex left me emotionally crippled. I think that’s why I decided to sleep with him that night. But it was so damaging for me psychologically. I believe that we all have certain individuals out there, who are the missing puzzle piece to completing us. Imagine having sex with someone you don’t feel attracted to. It feels awkward, scary, and scarring on your conscience.

I’m almost twenty one now, and I’ve stayed single since the breakup because I haven’t been able to feel anything magical with anyone. My friends keep encouraging me to date and try to set me up with guys, but it always turns out to be disappointing because they’re never on my level. I’m a good looking chick, don’t get me wrong. I have long dark brown hair that reaches past my breasts, blue eyes, a 36 C chest, tan, very athletic and I’m average model height standing at 5’7. A lot of my friends tell me that I should get into modelling because I look exotic, but it’s such a corrupt industry…I don’t think I could survive it.

Most people misjudge me based on my looks. Yeah, I know I’m hot. I like to take care and pamper myself. I like to look and feel good, but I also have a descent head on my shoulders, not to mention a big heart. I’m a very caring and compassionate person, and definitely not shallow. In the past I’ve gone out on dates with guys who looked like Abercrombie models, but their personalities lacked big time. And that was a deal breaker for me, because at the end of the day personality seals the deal. I’m not desperate to be with somebody or sleep around.

But my whole world flipped upside down when I went out with my girlfriends last weekend to Niagara Falls. A new nightclub had opened on Clifton Hill called Tantra. So we all put on our shortest, sexiest black dresses, got all dolled up and decided to hit up Niagara for a weekend of wild partying. There were several well-known international DJ’s that had flown in to play that Friday night. It was a massive event and my girlfriends and I were so excited to go because we absolutely loved tech/house music. Needless to say, our night was filled with dancing and good times. I hardly drank because I didn’t need the alcohol to have a have fun. But by the time midnight came around, my friends were already drunk.

There was an incredibly hot DJ spinning that night. He went by the name of DJ IJ. My girlfriend Sarah was mutual friends with him through her brother, so I got to meet him that night. His name was Ian and he had the sexiest Irish accent, which meant he was straight from Ireland. There was this instant attraction between us when we first laid eyes on each other. That attraction physically intensified when he shook my hand. He had a light complexion, short brown hair and his eyes were alabaster grey mixed with blue and green. Ian had the most attractive smile and was definitely fit. I personally thought we would’ve complimented each other if we stood side by side.

Anyway, we ended up talking, and having a drink when he was done playing his set. He took me up to the sky bar, which was on the roof of the club. It was an exclusive area, meant for VIP only. He bought us some drinks and there was this instant connection between him and me as we sat real close and intimately on a white leather lounger. We just…clicked. I think it’s safe to say that I was crushing on him fairly fast. I had never felt such a raw attraction to somebody like that before. I kept touching his arm whenever he’d make me laugh, and I made sure to sit with my thigh crossed over the other facing towards him. And most of all, I gave him direct eye contact the entire time. Body language can say so much, and he gave me the same signals with his body while we talked. Ian never took his eyes off me. Every look, every subtle smile, the sound of his voice, was just naturally making me gravitate towards him.

By the end of the night, there was supposed to be an after party at the club owner’s mansion. Ian as well the other DJ’s were on that guest list. And well, you can only imagine how these parties normally went; drugs, alcohol, naked women, sex. My friends ended up getting invited to the party because of Ian’s connections, and I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed towards the end of the night. I was just convinced that this amazing person that I had connected with was going to turn out to be like every other horny guy following his dick. But Ian unexpectedly surprised me.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you and just tell you that you won’t like this party your friends are going to,” he stated and took a sip from his drink.

“How do you know I won’t like it? Do you already know my likes and dislikes?”

He chuckled and looked at me. “We’ve been talking for about oh—” Ian glanced at his wrist watch. “Three hours I’d say.”

“Technically two. We danced for a good hour, so that hour doesn’t count,” I smirked at him.

“Okay, well I only meant that you don’t strike me as the kind of girl who’s into nude parties and group orgies with random people.”

He was right on the money there. “Okay, now I see your point. And you’re right. Is that your thing though?”

“If it was I wouldn’t have spent all this time getting to know you.”

“Is that what you’ve been trying to do?” I looked at him teasingly.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“And here I thought you were just trying to get me in bed with you.”

Ian flashed a sexy crooked smile. “Well, I was going to ask you to come back to my hotel room, but you’d probably get the wrong idea and misinterpret my intentions.”

I stared at him long and hard, trying to figure him out. Goddammit, he was just so devastatingly handsome. I couldn’t tell if he was truly a good guy or the big bad wolf disguised as the hero.

“Suppose I did accept your invitation. Exactly what would happen inside your umm…hotel room?”

“What do people normally do when they’re getting to know each other?”


“Bingo,” he smiled wickedly at me.

“So, you just want me to come back to your hotel room to talk? Nothing more?” I watched him fold his arms against his chest.

“Look, if it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll allow my body guard to sit in with us. You can borrow him for the night if you’re worried I might jump your bones or something,” he chuckled amusingly. “Although I think I should be the one to worry. You might just end up wanting to rape me.

Wow, cocky! And I had no idea he had an entourage of body guards. “First of all, it would be your dream come true if I raped you. And secondly, exactly how famous are you?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, not to me, but I’m just curious.” I watched him finish his drink as he set it back down on the table.

“You see that guy in the suit in the corner over there?”

I turned my head in the direction he was pointing at. “Yea—”

“That’s Eddie, and do you see the other guy in the suit?”


“That’s Steve. They’re my entourage.”

“Your body guards?”

“I hate saying that word. I don’t need guarding. I can handle myself,” he laughed. “Especially not here. Back in Europe that’s another story. My PR people are still trying to promote me in North America, which is probably why you haven’t heard of me…yet.”

“Fame is overrated,” I replied with an air of attitude.

“You’re the first girl I’ve heard to say that to me.”

“What are you normally used to? Women throwing themselves at you?”

“Something like that. Comes with the territory of being a celebrity I suppose. But I didn’t get into this industry for the fame. I’m just doing what I love, producing and sharing music with the world.”

“Well, I loved your tracks. Do you spend a lot of time in the studio?”

“Yeah I did a lot this past year. My manager’s planning to launch a U.S tour for me starting in September.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“It can be a hectic lifestyle Lexi. I’m constantly on the go, from one city to another, plane trips, tour bus rides, hotel to hotel. I literally have to live out of my suitcase.”

“It pays off though in the end I’m sure.”

“It has its pros and cons. I’m almost thirty now and I haven’t had time for relationships because of what I do. I’m getting older and sometimes it sucks being single.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation at all, you look pretty young to me.”

“Hah, thanks. You’re sweet.”

“Yeah, on my good days I am. On my bad days I can be a real bitch.”

“Impossible. You don’t have a bitchy nature,” he seemed pretty confident in that.

“Do you have a talent for reading people or something?”

“No, I’m just a really good judge of character.”

“You’re making me feel naked.”

“I’m glad you only noticed now, because I’ve been undressing you with my eyes all night,” Ian teased, while my face flushed in heat.

“I didn’t mean literally!” I giggled. “You really think you’re smooth don’t you?”

“It’s just Irish charm babe. I can’t help it if you just so happen to bring it out of me.”

God, his accent was so sexy. I tried to hide my smile, but failed. He was indeed charming me.

“So, do you trust me enough to take me up on my offer?”

He had no idea just how bad my trust issues were with people, especially men. But there was something about him that made me feel like I could trust in him.

“Just to talk right?”

“And possibly order some room service.”

I smiled and studied his expression carefully. He seemed harmless, but I was in danger. I knew I was in danger from the moment we locked eyes. Guys like him are lethal for a girl’s heart.

“Okay. I’m down.”

“Awesome. Did you drive here?”

“No my friends and I arrived with a cab.”

“Okay, that’s even better. You can ride back with me,” he stood up and held out his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”


We arrived at the Marriot shortly after leaving Tantra, and headed up the elevator to Ian’s penthouse suite.

“Wow…they set you up pretty nicely,” I looked around the room. It was huge and very luxurious.

“Yeah, like I said, doing what I do has its pros and cons. This just happens to be a pro,” he disappeared down the hall while I walked over to the floor to ceiling windows to look at the city. I always loved the nightlife in Niagara and the falls looked beautiful from this view. Multicolored spot lights were reflected directly onto the water after sundown. It made the falls look magical.

“I’ve got some Spanish red wine, and it seems to be a good year. Want a glass?” Ian returned with a bottle, and two wine glasses; excluding his white dress shirt. He was wearing only a black under shirt that was a tank top. Damn…he looked good.

“Is this the part where you slip something into my drink and date rape me?”

I was expecting him to laugh, but he didn’t find my joke too funny. “I’m not some sex crazed guy Lexi.”

“I was kidding, and yes I’d love a glass. Thank you.”

He poured us both some wine, played some soft music while we sat down in the living room and started chatting. We were getting to know each other more as the hour went by. The wine had really relaxed me, because I was opening up more than usual. But I wasn’t sure if it was because of the influence of the alcohol or because of the effect Ian had on me. He really made me feel at ease.

“You’re such a strong young woman Lexi, definitely very mature for your age.”

“Ah, that’s right. We almost have a decade age difference.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he laughed. “It makes me feel like I’m robbing the cradle.”

“I’m not some little teenage girl,” I laughed with him.

“I’m glad you’re not,” he smiled at me, and there was a moment of silence between us, as we just stared at each other. I was mesmerized.

“You really do have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you,” I took another sip of wine.

“Aw, am I making you blush?”

“Definitely not,” I denied, but the evidence was in pretty plain sight.

“You still look beautiful when you blush.”

“Okay, you need to ease up on that Irish charm of yours.”

“Can’t handle it huh?”

“Not when you’re looking at me like that.”

“Like how?” he said with a smirk.

“Like…like you want to eat me,” Okay, that came out sounding wrong.

Ian laughed. “Would you like me to eat you?” his eyes darkened as they stared right through me. I could feel my heart racing.

“Stop being so naughty.”

“You’re the one flirting with me babe. I’ve just been welcoming your flirtations all night.”

“That is so the other way around. You’re incredibly cocky!” I looked at him in disbelief.

“I need to be if I’m going to keep up with her majesty.”

I laughed at our playful banter. He was definitely able to keep up with me, and was just as quick witted as I was, which I loved because it made our conversations exciting.

“I’m not royalty. I’m a divine goddess.”

“Oh, well excuse me your divine godliness, but would you mind if I converted faiths, and worshiped at your temple for all of eternity? I promise to be forever faithful and offer sacrifices in blood if I must.”

He was making me giggle, and although I knew he was only joking, it felt nice to hear a man talk to me like that. My ego was definitely being stroked. I wondered if he was able to see that only reason why I came off so cocky was because it was the only way to protect myself. My ego was like my shield, my titanium barrier.

There was a sudden knock at the door and Ian stood up to answer it because he had ordered us some late night desserts. We wound up indulging in these delicious pastries, feeding each other and laughing because we got playful with the sweets. I deliberately got chocolate mousse on the corner of his mouth and then he dipped his finger into some whip cream and wiped it on my cheek.

“Hey!” I laughed with him.

“Hold still,” he leaned in real slow and licked the whip cream off. It was totally erotic. “Delicious.”

“You’re so bad,” I wiped the chocolate mousse off of him with my finger and sucked on it really slow to tease him back.

“Look at you. You’re just as naughty,” he held my gaze and then stood up to take our empty wine glasses back into the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

I pulled out my cellphone to look at the time. It was almost three in the morning and we had killed nearly an hour.

“I should get back to my hotel. I’m sure you’re tired,” I walked into the kitchen and met his eyes.

“Stay the night with me. I mean, stay up with me.”

“I didn’t know this was going to be a sleep over.”

“It’s not. We won’t be sleeping,” he beamed. “Look, I just want to spend as much time as I can with you before I have to fly out to Montreal later today.”

“Why go through all this trouble for me?”

Because Lexi, I find you incredibly intriguing, and worth getting to know. Besides, I can always sleep on the plane. And you’re not trouble. You’re great company, not to mention easy on the eyes.”

What was his angle? What did he want from me? I couldn’t figure him out. There really was no point in trying to know each other more, because at the end of the day, he would be flying back to Europe and I would be stuck here in my boring, unfulfilled life. My girlfriend Sarah always advised me to ‘live in the moment’ every so often. I guess this particular moment was it. I was really starting to like him. Our entire evening together was incredible because we had really hit it off with one another. “If you try to seduce me I swear I will just get up and leave.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “I was hoping you wouldn’t make me bring my body guards in here.”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry Ian. I’m just really guarded.”

“I know babe. I can tell.”

“Do you call every woman that? Babe?

“Only the beautiful ones,” he grinned.

“Don’t place me under the typical hot girl category.”

He walked over to me and leaned into my ear whispering; “Would you rather I call you luv?”

My cheeks heated up. “That sounds nice when you say it, but way too personal.”

“Hmm, okay. I’ll give it a week. By then you’ll already be in love with me, and then I can have the honor of saying it.”

God, he was just completely winning me over with flattery. Of course I couldn’t show him that. “I don’t fall in love,” my voice was very flat. I was putting on the perfect poker face.

“Well, that’s about to change tonight.”

I rolled my eyes at him as he leaned against the counter and just stared at me with this cheeky smile on his face.

“I mean it Ian.”

“Oh, I’m sure Lexi. I take you very seriously.”

I couldn’t really think about his response because I was suddenly hit with a trail of goose bumps when he brushed past my arm. Ian opened the door that led to the terrace and stepped out. I followed him and found him leaning his arms over the concrete railing.

“It’s my first time seeing the falls. Too bad I didn’t have time to go and see it up close.”

“You just get wet. Trust me, you ‘re not missing out on much.” I slid in next to him and playfully bumped into his arm.

“You just can’t resist touching me can you?”

“That was an accident.” Gosh, he was so blunt with some of his questions. I felt like I was just constantly blushing around him.


“Don’t act like you haven’t been sneaking in subtle touches here and there yourself…” I arched an eyebrow at him.

“You know Lexi, if you want these sexy Irish arms around you, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh please, you wish! Why don’t you just honestly admit that you want me all over you?” There were three people standing on that balcony at the moment; me, Ian, and my ego.

“I do want you all over me,” he stared into my eyes and I froze because his answer was unexpected. The stereo changed tracks from inside playing a remixed rendition of Chris Isaac- Wicked Game.

I held his gaze for as long as I could before he turned away and looked off into the city once more. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?” I murmured softly, and glanced at the falls in the distance.

“Because I’m shy.”

I snickered in disbelief. “Shy? You have got to be kidding me. You’re a DJ, how can you get up there in front of all those people if you’re the shy type?”

He turned his face and met eyes. “Because, when I’m doing a gig, it’s just me and the music. Everything else fades and I feel free. I feel like I can be myself. No worries, no anxiety, no life problems.”

“That sounds so profound.”

“You’re speaking way too sophisticated for me at the moment Miss Lexicon.

“You mean thesaurus.”

“Whatever,” he laughed.

“I just meant that sounded deep.”

“I know what you meant. I was just joking with you.”

I felt the energy shift between us as the song continued to play on, making me feel like I was falling under some sort of spell. “So, did you just like…make a confession ten seconds ago?” I had no idea why I felt so shy asking him this, when the answer was obvious.

“Yes, I did.” Ian smiled and looked at me.

‘I do want you all over me’… I repeated his words in my head and steeled myself, because what I was about to do next required bravery. I had to throw out some pages from my rule book as I grabbed his arm and lifted it so I could slip in between his body and the railing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer to me as his hands automatically landed on my hips. “Is this better?”

“Much,” his smile was warm.

“You can hold me closer you know,” I giggled a bit and felt relieved when he enveloped me in his arms. My head was resting in the crook of his neck now, and I couldn’t help but breathe him in because his body wash and cologne smelled intoxicatingly good.

“So, may I have this dance?”

I nodded and returned his smile, and then I nestled the side of my face in the crook of his neck once more. He began to lead our movement side to side, really slow while we danced very intimately together. I can’t even describe how good it felt to feel his body heat radiating against me. It was just so romantic and perfect. I really couldn’t pull myself away from him. A warm summer breeze blew and danced in my hair, as we rocked side to side in beat with the music.


It was nearly four in the morning, and somehow I ended up lying in bed with Ian next to me. We were still up, talking and laughing all night. All our clothes were still on and nothing X rated had transpired between us. He was true to his word. He didn’t even try to kiss me while we were dancing on the balcony. We were laying on our sides, facing each other in the middle of his king sized mattress, with the lights dimmed low and music playing softly in the background. I think we were both a little buzzed from the wine, but it was a nice kind of high. His eyes looked shimmering and dark in the romantic afterglow of the atmosphere.

“So, tell me why a gorgeous girl like you is single.”

I hesitated to answer him “My track record with men is not a pleasant one.”

“So you pretty much dated assholes, I’m assuming.”

“Which is the reason why they are officially under the Ex category.”

“A girl like you shouldn’t be single.”

I let out a little laugh. “Why not? I don’t need a man to define my self-worth.”

“I didn’t mean it that way sexy Lexi. Take it easy on the defense.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Ever thought about changing your major to feministic studies?”

I quirked an eyebrow.

“Kidding babe, relax. I only meant that you’re so beautiful. It sort of shocks me that someone like you wouldn’t be taken already.”

“I’m emotionally crippled. Dating and relationships would be disastrous.”

“I’d like to beat up your ex, but at the same time I want to shake his hand and thank him.”

I furrowed my brows at him. “What for?”

“Well, I’d beat him first for being such a fuck up and losing you, and then I’d shake his hand for screwing up, because if you were still with him, we wouldn’t be here right now. I know that sounds selfish. Obviously I wish you never had to get your heart broken but—”

“How do you know I got my heart broken? Maybe I just don’t have a heart. Maybe I’m a man eater.”

“You’ve just got a huge chip on your shoulder and you mask your deepest feelings because you don’t like to be vulnerable around people. You don’t like anyone to get through that tough front you put up and see the real you,” Ian gently brushed away the hair out of the side of my face. “There, now I can see both beautiful eyes.”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he asked innocently.

“Flattering me.”

“I assumed a woman of your class and stature would be more than willing to accept a compliment. Besides, I was only being honest. You’re stunningly exotic. I definitely don’t see women like you around in Ireland.”

“I’m a very rare mix.”

“I can tell.”

I smiled, and hid my face in the pillow because he made me shy again.

“Stop hiding.”

“I can’t help it,” I turned my head and looked at him. “You’ve got me in your evil lair. I have nowhere to run or hide to.”

“I’m not evil, and you can run into my arms anytime.”

“You are.”

“How so?”


He waited for my response.

“You’re making me like you.”

“And that’s a bad thing because?”

“Because I shouldn’t like you.”

“Well, I like you. I actually really liked you from the second I saw you walk into my DJ booth.”

“I bet you say that to all the pretty girls.”

“No. Obviously my impression of you at first was, damn she is fucking hot. But within ten minutes of talking to you, I knew your personality is just as sexy and beautiful as your appearance.”

“You’re a good looking guy yourself. You’re sweet, funny, charismatic and talented. You shouldn’t be single either.”

“I’ve been burned in the love department as well. I’m not emotionally crippled like someone assumes she is, but it’s honestly because of my career and travelling that I’m not able to have any relationships. I made a choice to focus on my music, and it’s a sacrifice. But you should be happy that I’m single, otherwise you wouldn’t be here with me tonight either.”

“Giving selfish compliments isn’t my thing,” I teased him.

“You should try it sometime,” he smirked at me.

“What if you’re married and have kids and just preying on beautiful women because you’re a hot commodity?”

“Wow, you really are mistrustful aren’t you? I’m not some wanker that would lie and use somebody like that.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to grill you on the spot. It’s just that in my previous relationship, I trusted blindingly with all my heart and I thought I knew who he was, but he really pulled the wool over my eyes. He lied and hurt me in the worst ways, and now I’m jaded because of it.”

“Babe…it’s his loss. Believe me when I say that you’re too good for even someone like me.”

“How can you come to that conclusion after just meeting me?”

“Because I feel like I already know you, Lexi.”

Our eyes locked for a moment as we both just stared at one another. The sexual tension between us was unbearable. I had felt it all night. I wonder if he felt it too. I swallowed hard and reached out to touch his chest. “I feel that way you about you too. But that’s impossible, because we’ve only just met.”

“Are you a realist?”

“I’m a pessimistic realist.”

“Hmm...are you sure about that?”

“The world is a shitty place.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” he guided my hand to his lips and kissed it, as I smiled and felt my heart flutter in my chest.

“Yeah, who hasn’t?”

“You’re strong though. I can tell that about you.”

“What’s the popular saying? What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

“That’s true.”

“But some things can slowly kill you. Some people can kill you softly.”

“Are you one of those people?” he asked.

“No, why do you say that?”

“Because your eyes are killing me softly.”

“Is that so?” I half smiled and moved closer to him.


“Then it’s probably a good thing that we haven’t kissed, because you’d surely be dead in a heartbeat.”

“And what if I have this burning desire to kiss you, and wind up a lifeless corpse? Surely a goddess such as you would be merciful enough to resurrect me.”

“Well, then that’s easy. All I’d have to do is whisper in your ear and tell you that I’m naked, and your eyes would magically snap open!”

He laughed and I couldn’t help but smile and laugh with him.

“You’re sexy when you want to be, charming when you want to be, bust my balls when you want to, deep when you want to be, you’re funny, unbelievably beautiful…you’re just perfect.”

I knew I wasn’t perfect, but I just smiled softly and stared into his eyes. “I can’t believe we actually stayed up this long. I can’t believe I’m here with you. Do you always bring women you meet up to your hotel room after a big event?”

“Normally I get their number and store it in my phone to give them a ring for a quick shag when I’m in the same area code again.”

I held my breath and shot him an uneasy stare.

“Kidding babe,” he chuckled.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You should’ve seen your face.” Ian started to laugh and I pursed my lips at him, yanking my hand away from his.

“Aw, have I offended the goddess?”

“You have!” I rolled on my side, facing away from him, pretending to be upset.

“Aw, come now. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“My knickers are not twisted,” I tried not to laugh as he moved in closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. We were practically spooning now.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Yes,” I tried to sound serious.

“Then how can I get you laughing again?”

I shrugged.

“Maybe if I…”there was a pause. “Tickle you!”

I started to scream as he tickled me around my ribs and stomach. “Oh my god! Stop! Stop!” I was almost crying from laughter as I hugged my knees to my chest.

“No, I’m actually…enjoying this.”

Somehow I managed to turn around and attempted to pin his arms back, but he was too strong as we rolled around the bed, play fighting.

“You are so evil! Stop!” I giggled uncontrollably and miraculously managed to mount him while his fingers were still digging into my sides. I grabbed his wrists and pushed them back. I’m sure he had forfeited his strength at that moment because he didn’t put up a struggle. “Stop! Tickling me!” I was almost breathless.

Ian raised his hands in mock surrender. “Stopping—”

I realized at that moment that I was literally sitting on top of him, and my dress had hiked up a bit. I was still trying to catch my breath as I looked down at him with lust in my eyes. Something was hardening beneath me, and it aroused me instantly.

“You take my breath away,” he said, as he placed his hands on my hips and caressed them gently.

“Really? Because obviously you’re still breathing.”

“Don’t ruin it,” he rolled his eyes at me.

“Ruin what exactly?” I replied, leaning forward, closer to his face.

“The moment,” he clenched his jaw and looked into my eyes, then my lips.

“And what’s going on in this moment?” I teased him while I leaned forward and placed my hands down on the mattress to support my weight above him.

“We’re bonding.”

“Is that what we’re doing?” I looked at him questionably and licked my lips, lowering them closer to his.

“And possibly more…” he whispered.


“Like this—” Ian suddenly pulled my hips forward, closing that extra inch so our lips would collide. It felt like fireworks were going off inside my chest and brain as he deepened the kiss. Something woke up inside of me. My inner lioness restlessly stalked her cage, letting out a ferocious roar to be released. I bit on his bottom lip and sucked it back before I let go and crushed my lips against his again, this time more passionately.

Holy crap it was so hot. I couldn’t pull away from his lips. He knew exactly how to kiss me and to say that he was turning me on was an understatement. I wanted him so badly in that moment as he parted my lips with his tongue and dived inside, massaging and caressing my tongue with his. I could feel him throbbing against my inner thigh and it only intensified my arousal when he tightened his grip around my waist and lowered his hands to my firm, round ass.

I kissed him for as long as my lungs allowed before I pulled back for air. We stared at each other in the heat of our passion, both aware of the potential danger we were in, but completely high off the raw intensity of that sexual attraction between us. It was some sort of chemical attraction in its truest form.

“We…we should stop,” I stated, breathlessly.

“Yeah, we should,” he raised himself up on his elbows, but just as he did, I surrendered to impulse and kissed him again, harder and deeper than before. A brilliant heat exploded from our mouths as our slick wet lips move and glided over each other. He groaned in pleasure when I bit his bottom lip again.


“Just kiss me,” I withdrew for breath. “We’re not going to have sex. Just kiss me please,” I felt his hot lips devour mine as his hands slid up and down my waist, before he held them again and flipped me on my back. Ian was in between my legs now, staring back at me with lust drenched eyes.

“I don’t do one night stands,” I candidly admitted.

“Me neither.”

“And I don’t normally kiss guys so quickly this way.”

“Babe, don’t think. Please,” he supported his weight above me and kissed me again, twisting and caressing his tongue against mine. I felt him slowly rock his hips into me. His hard on was still pressing up on my thigh, and I moaned into his mouth when he kissed me deeper, pulling me into a new heightened sense of euphoria with him. I never felt this way kissing anybody before. These feelings and sensations were all foreign to me.

“Why do you feel so fucking good…on top of me ?” I managed to breathe out in between our full frontal snogging session.

“I’d feel even better inside of you,” he whispered in my ear as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him forward more.

Any trace of rational thought was disappearing by the second, the longer we kissed and explored each other through touch. I was breaking my own rules and was consciously aware of this because I was about to make yet another impulsive and drastic decision. “Ian stop, because if you don’t I won’t be able to,” I looked into his eyes and tried to calm my jagged breathing.

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he kissed me again, licking and sucking my lips, fusing our lustful kisses with fervent urgency. My nipples were erect as this wave of arousal washed over my body, causing me to feel its rippling side effects. I felt his lips brush down my jaw line until they were in direct contact with my neck. He kissed and sucked on the exposed area of my skin.

Ian…” I moaned his name, while my heart hammered in my chest, and that tightening sensation in the pit of my stomach just kept pulling.


We really couldn’t stop kissing, and our arousal only increased more so. It felt like a blaze of fire was closing in on us around the bed, and we were going to burn. Everything was aching inside me. I needed penetration and I needed it badly. He finally pulled back for breath, as I inhaled and exhaled sharply, rubbing my hands up and down his chest then back up to his shoulders. My fingers reached the bottom of his tank top and I slowly tugged it upwards. He quickly realized what I was doing, and allowed me to help him out of his shirt before I tossed it away. His chest was naked now, and it felt good to feel his skin against my palms. I ran my eager hands all over his hard pectoral muscles.

Ian kept grinding his hard on against me. It was driving me insane as he kept teasing me. I felt him lightly graze his lips against mine and then he licked them and deepened the kiss. Our tentative tongues softly touched, triggering a surge of dopamine to spread around my brain when he sucked back on the tip. We kissed like this for the longest while before we both pulled away for air. “I wish I could slip out of this dress…” I foolishly admitted out loud.

“Turn over on your tummy.”

I was hesitant at first, but obeyed him and rolled over lying flat on my stomach. Two second later, I felt my zipper slowly coming undone down my spine.

“Roll over baby.”

I turned on my back again and watched him crouch down and tug down the hem of my dress. The satin fabric slowly slipped down, revealing my black strapless bra, diamond navel piercing and black lace thong.

“Fuck…you’re perfect,” his hungry eyes cascaded over my body as I laid there, exposed and completely coming undone. I sat up and reached back to unfasten my bra, so that I could feel his bare chest against my breasts while we kissed.

This is so not going to lead to sex. No sex…no sex. I repeatedly told myself as Ian lowered himself in between my legs again and started kissing me again. My nipples were the color of beach sand and felt hard as bullets, poking against his skin while he kissed me. We were abandoning self control as teeth, tongue, and lips all collided into one. I heard him groan in pleasure when I dragged my French manicured nails down his back. My inner lioness was growing impatient as she roared and growled because she was desperate to be released from her iron prison. Our shallow breathes became louder and more laboured. We were practically dry humping each other. There were no barriers between us now except for his Levi’s and the lace fabric of my thong.


Lexi…” he growled against my lips when I dug my nails harder into his back.

I used my abled hands to reach for his belt buckle while we continued to kiss uncontrollably. Unfastening his belt, I quickly unzipped his pants and felt his raging hard-on bulge out of his black boxer briefs. I touched his long length and that only turned me on even more as a dull ache started to pulse inside of me. Ian moaned in pleasure when I pulled out his cock and stroked it slowly. I rolled my thumb over his hole and lubricated his shaft with his drizzling pre cum. We were definitely crossing boundaries now. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but it was happening. It occurred to me in that moment, that the reason why I was so apprehensive about coming back to his hotel room was because I was insanely attracted to this man. From the moment he shook my hand, to the way he danced with me and held my body on the dance floor at Tantra, made me realize that our subtle flirtation that whole evening was a massive foreplay. And it was dangerous because it was leading to this inevitable moment.

“Fuck, I want you…” he breathed against my lips, grinding his shaft in my hand while I stroked his pole and felt contraction inside me.

“Pull my thong off,” I stared into his eyes and unlocked the caged door where my restless, wild feline awaited. She emerged from her cage in all her glory, showing off the strength and dominance she carried in her paws. I watched her crouch down low, flex her shoulder blades and prepare for the capture of the hunt.

Ian slid my thong down my thighs and tossed it behind him. I spread my legs a bit and let him admire my body. I was waxed down below, leaving only a light brush of a landing strip. I couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. We had been doing it all night, unknowingly. I needed his cock inside me. “Take it all off.” I said to him, and he immediately obeyed, removing his pants and boxers. The full length and weight of his cock impressively stood out as I bit my bottom lip and stared at it. I met his eyes shortly after and sat up on my knees, motioning him forward with my index finger. He smiled seductively and reclined on the bed again.

I slowly shifted my weight over him and sat astride facing him with my fingers wrapped around his shaft. “Do you have condoms?”


“How can you not?”

“This might strike you as odd, but I was serious when I said I’m not some horny pervert. Being a man whore isn’t listed in the special skills section of my resume. My intentions weren’t to sleep with you. I was sincere about that…and also serious about not doing one night stands.”

“Then I guess we’re both breaking the rules tonight,” I lifted my weight up and held onto his dick before I lowered my tight, wet pussy down on him. Fuck it felt so good to be penetrated like that. I was incredibly tight, so I had to go down easy as he slipped inside of me inch by inch until I was completely sitting on his cock.

fuck…Lexi…you look so fucking hot on top of me.”

I ran my fingers through my hair then pressed my breasts together, licking my nipples, to tease him while I slowly rocked my hips back and forth.


“Do you like the way I grip your dick with my pussy Ian?” It was as if I had transformed into some sex crazed dominatrix. I wasn’t myself anymore.

Ye…yeah,” he struggled to speak and held my hips harder, watching me ride him, while I flicked my tongue over my nipples. “I want to suck on them,” he enclosed his arms around me and sat up into the lotus position. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him fill me to the hilt. The sensation was indescribable as I arched my back and moaned when he grabbed my breasts and teased my nipples with his teeth and tongue.

Oh god, that feels so good,” I rested my arms around his sculpted shoulders, while the sound of our shallow breathing filled the air. He throbbed inside of me and I pulsed even harder. Reaching back, I rested my hands on his legs so he could see the entire front of my body. I was exposed now as I kept grinding on him faster, milking his cock while our juices dripped and mixed together. He brushed his hand up my stomach to my breasts, massaging them slowly before sliding it down, rubbing and stimulating my swollen clit as I kept riding him.

Fuuuuck baby…you have to slow down or I’ll cum.”

Just hearing him say those words was enough to almost take me over the edge, but I listened and decreased my speed. Slowly, I began to circle my hips clockwise, and then switching counter clockwise while he stretched my walls inside. It was driving him wild. I leaned forward and coiled my arms around his neck once more, kissing him passionately. Ian grabbed my ass cheeks and fucked my tight, cock craving pussy even harder. In no time, I could feel release approaching as an unbearable tension built up inside me every time he pushed up into me, hitting my G spot. I was able to have multiple orgasms so I knew I could keep going.

Ian…I’m going to cum…”

“Cum on my cock baby, cum for me.”

I pushed him back on the bed and took control. Ian clutched my hips, as I pressed my palms flat onto his stomach and rocked back and forth uncontrollably fast until my earth shattering orgasm came.

Ooooooh ffffffffffuuuuuckkkkk!” A loud and feral moan escaped my lips as I rode out my orgasm, pulsing and contracting on his shaft while my pussy squeezed and released. I tried to catch my breath and slowly started to bounce on his cock.

“Oh shit…fuck….fuck…” he groaned in pleasure because I was even tighter than before.

Leaning forward, I supported my weight above him on bent elbows alongside the mattress. “Fuck me with your dick as hard as you like,” I said, before I licked his lips and kissed him hard. He clutched a fistful of my ass cheeks and rammed every inch to me, penetrating me in and out while his balls slapped against me. He was fucking me so fast that I felt the impact of every thrust as he destroyed my hole. I could feel another orgasm coming on when he shoved his dick in deeper, burying himself balls deep.

“Come on Ian, make this pussy yours,” I whispered in his ear while he moaned and spanked my ass. I gasped and bit my lip. “Your dick feels so fucking good inside me, I love the way you violate my cunt so deep. I’ve never had a cock this big inside me.”

“Fuck Lexi…I’m about to blow my load.”

“Fill me up,” I kissed him hard and felt the vibrating sounds of his moans as I muted them and closed my mouth over his. Slap, slap, slap, slap, he violently thrust into as we both released at the same time. My eyes rolled back from pleasure when he exploded inside of me, filling me up with wave after wave of hot, sticky cum. He sucked on my bottom lip and I pulled back to tug it free, feeling it bounce back into place below my other lip. I was still half recovering from that mind blowing orgasm and we were both exhausted of breath.

“Wow…that was…no words,” Ian smiled impishly at me and folded his hands behind his head. I sat unmoving and slowly felt his cock go flaccid inside me. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

I looked at him and felt a pull at my heart strings because he was just so handsome and I was obviously crushing on him badly. This was the part where things usually got awkward. “I’m going to go and um…get cleaned up.” I carefully got off of him and grabbed my panties before I walked into the bathroom.

What do I do now? Get dressed and leave? Oh god, what does he think of me? He must think I’m some hoe. I can’t believe we just did that. I wasn’t regretting it. Not one bit. The only thing that made me feel panicked was the fact that I knew this wouldn’t last. He would fly out the next day, leaving me with only the memory of this incredibly amazing night we both shared together. Once again, I only proved to myself that I can’t keep emotions separated from sex. They went hand in hand.

After a short while, I got cleaned up, and just walked out in my thong. Ian had his boxers on; probably got cleaned up in another bathroom. This suite was pretty massive after all.

“So umm…I guess I should get going.”

“Was I really that bad?” he frowned and walked over to me.

I knitted my brows together. “What? Are you kidding me? That was mind blowing.”

“Then why are you in a rush to leave?” he gently placed his hands on my shoulders. “Stay with me,” his voice was warm and soft as he wrapped his arms around my naked waist and pulled me closer to him. I smiled when he left a small chaste kiss on my left shoulder.

“I just thought…” I struggled to finish the sentence.

You thought wrong babe,” Ian whispered in my ear. “Come sleep with me. I want to cuddle you.”

This was all too good to be true. But I honestly did not want to leave his side. He turned out the light and led me to the bed as we both slipped under the covers. I felt his big, strong arms snake around my body as he spooned me from behind.

“This wasn’t a one night stand Lexi. I want more. I want so much more.”

There was fear in my heart, but I didn’t express it. “I know.”

His fingertips lightly traced the side of my hourglass figure until they slid under my arm and cupped my right breast. “These are so perfect,” he squeezed it gently and pinched my nipple “Every part of you is perfect.” I felt him kiss my neck softly, leaving a trail of kisses to my earlobe. I sighed softly and intertwined my fingers over his, holding our hands close to my chest. Something was happening inside my heart chamber. Huge walls of ice were slowly beginning to drip and melt.

Stupid, stupid Lexi…

Silence fell upon us when he rested his chin over my shoulder and cuddled me close. I closed my eyes and tried to surrender to sleep, while all sorts of paranoid thoughts manifested in my mind.


The sun was shining in Ian’s room as his eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the blinding light. That warm body that had been sleeping next to him through the early hours of the morning wasn’t there anymore. He turned on his other side, hoping to find her, but the only evidence that provided proof of her existence was the lingering scent of her perfume that had permeated into the pillow and bed sheets. His goddess was gone.

Ian reached for his cellphone to call her, but noticed that her name and number had been erased. She had erased it. This tremendously upset him because he couldn’t understand why she would do that. But he needed answers; he felt he deserved that much. So he got out of bed and quickly showered and dressed himself before he grabbed his wallet and cellphone, leaving his hotel room. He had no idea which hotel Lexi was staying at, so he called Sarah, hoping she would disclose that information. But she wasn’t picking up.

Probably passed out drunk, he thought. And then it hit him. She went to that after party with one of his buddies that had been DJ-ing last night. So Ian phoned his friend and hoped that he’d pick up and wake Sarah up if she was still over. And sure enough, he got lucky and was able to get the address he needed.


In no time, Ian found himself standing in front of Lexi’s hotel room. He knocked four times and waited. His heart was pounding violently in his chest and he had no idea how their conversation was going to go, but he only hoped it wouldn’t end up with him walking away wanting to punch his fist through a wall. No one was answering, so he knocked again, clenching and releasing his fists nervously. There was movement from inside and held his breath when the door slowly opened.

“Ian? What are you doing here? How did you—”

“Was last night just a onetime fuck for you?” Lexi was shocked as she looked into his face, holding a mug of coffee in her hand. She was fully dressed and was in the middle of packing her things.

“I…I just—”

“We could do this in the hallway or you could let me in,” he interjected, and brushed past her when she stepped aside.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“No, I want answers,” his voice was stern and he looked visibly distraught. “You really think I’m like every other asshole don’t you?”

“No Ian, I just—”

“Why did you delete your name and number from my phone?”

She hesitated to answer him, placing her coffee down on the table.

“Answer me Lexi!”

“Because I didn’t want to be another girl you would ring up for a quick shag whenever you’d be in my area code!”

“Unbelievable…you’re un-fuckin- believable, know that?”

“I warned you Ian! I told you that I’m a force of nature, that I’m emotionally crippled…”

“But you’re not! Can’t you fucking see it? Do I really have to spell it out for you? If you were emotionally crippled you wouldn’t have left! You left because you feel something for me,” he closed the space between them and looked intensely into her baby blue eyes. “And you feel the exact same way I feel about you. Admit it.”

She could hardly look at him; overwhelmed with a flood of emotions and physically affected by his alluring presence. The scales were tipping between love and lust.

“Say something please! Tell me to piss off! Anything!”

She tried to calm her heart rate and slow her breathing down, because in that moment she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

“It’s true. You’re right. I left because I feel something for you and there’s no point feeling it because we can never work. We’ll never work Ian! We’re practically oceans apart!”

He shook his head and grabbed her hand, placing it flat against his heart. “Do you feel that?”

She met his eyes, speechless as his heart thudded against her open palm.

“What are you afraid of Lexi?”

She hesitated at first. “I’m afraid of falling for you.”

“I’m already falling for you,” he cupped her face and kissed her with every ounce of passion he had inside of him.



Wicked Games (Richi-Hawtin Edit) Chris Isaak

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