One-Night Stand (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 26,989
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Londi Turner just wants to move on with her life and career after a messy breakup with her boyfriend. She hadn’t counted on Rusty Fletcher, an old college flame, to reappear in her life and screw up her well laid plans. Rusty is still as desirable as he was in college. His heart throbbing good looks and muscular body have changed little over the years and Londi reconnects with him in ways she never expected. She wants to stay focused on her business and career but Rusty won’t go away and she can’t get him out of her mind.
A Siren Erotic Romance
One-Night Stand (MF)
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One-Night Stand (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 26,989
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Londi walked into the pub and waited for her eyes to adjust to the low light. It took a few minutes but she finally spotted Monica and Brad sitting at a quiet table, totally engrossed in each other, oblivious to her presence.

Fifth wheel again, she thought, but then admonished herself to put on a happy face. After all, they were trying to be nice, inviting her out for an evening of drinks and casual chat. They wanted her out of her shell. They wanted her to start interacting with the rest of the human race. They wanted her to find a guy and get laid!

She wanted to stay at the studio and get some work done.

This bar was supposed to be a good pickup spot but Londi really dreaded the onslaught of unwanted advances from slightly drunk, cologne-doused, middle-aged businessmen who just couldn’t resist trying to hit on a Latino chick like her. Monica was so sincere and insistent about coming here that she just couldn’t refuse…again. It was one of the problems of having your best friend as a business partner. Sometimes, you just couldn’t get out of unwanted shit.

She plastered on her best “happy face,” hoping it was sincere enough, and made her way to the table.

“Londi, you’re here!” Monica jumped up and greeted her. “We were about to give up on you.”

Londi gave her a big hug and planted a kiss on Brad’s cheek. “I got hung up at the downtown studio. Nothing serious, but it made me fashionably late,” Londi lied. She really had to force herself into the car and almost went home instead of coming to the bar.

“Well, you’re here now and we have a cosmo waiting for you, so sit and let’s gossip,” Monica said brightly.

“Oh jeez!” Brad said, rolling his eyes.

Monica punched him. “You knew this was coming. Don’t be a prick and get yourself in the right mood.”

“Brad, I promise we won’t talk about menstrual cramps or fashion trends all night,” Londi added.

Brad looked slightly less sulky.

“And besides, your guys are up by four in the third quarter,” Monica added.

Brad started to smile. “We have a little bet on the Blazers game tonight,” he explained. “Loser has to perform a prolonged and consummate oral service on the winner.”

“TMI, you guys.” Londi laughed. She was secretly jealous.

The conversation drifted into a hot debate between Monica and Brad about how good or bad the Blazers were doing this season, and Londi’s mind did what it always did at a time like this. It wandered.

She absently started scanning the bar, looking for interesting people to stare at and mentally photograph as she computed the number of minutes she needed to wait before leaving. Without pissing anybody off, of course.

Then she did a cartoon-worthy double take, focusing on a young man at the opposite end of the pub. His wavy shock of copper-colored hair and brilliant green eyes seemed to glow in the dim light. He was having an intimate conversation with an attractive blonde with breasts that nearly popped out of her snug sweater.

“Holy shit!” Londi exclaimed.

“What?” Monica and Brad asked in unison.

“Don’t turn around,” Londi whispered.

“Crap. Now I have to turn around,” Monica answered, but stayed put. “Who or what is here?”

“You remember Rusty?” Londi asked.

“Are we talking about Rusty from Minneapolis? The Rusty that dumped you?”

“He didn’t dump me,” Londi said defensively.

“You didn’t get invited to his party if I remember right.”


“So there you are,” Monica said triumphantly, throwing up her arms. “I’m going to sneak a look,” she added, twisting around in the booth.

“Don’t be so obvious,” Londi hissed in alarm.

“It’s him, all right. Holy shit, indeed. What do you suppose he’s doing in Portland, Oregon?”

“How should I know?” Londi answered. She noticed that her pulse rate had gone up. Then she noticed that the busty blonde had left Rusty’s table. Her pulse rate went up some more.

“Why don’t you just go over and ask him?” Brad said with the kind of nonchalant logic only a guy would have.

Londi thought about that. Why shouldn’t she go over? She could say hi. She could show him that she was still hot. She could break his heart by letting him see what he had missed out on for the past seven years.

Yeah right.

Or, she could ask him straight out why he didn’t invite her to the party.

Londi started to get up, only to have Monica’s arm shoot out, pulling her back. “Oh no, you don’t! He didn’t deserve you then and he certainly doesn’t deserve you now,” Monica said with surprising intensity. “And Brad, if you come up with another bright idea like that, the bet is off!”

Brad skulked down and sipped his beer.

“I’m going over,” Londi said with resolve.

“For God’s sake, Londi, he’s probably turned into a homeless serial killer with a bad case of herpes,” Monica warned.

“He’s dressed too good to be homeless, and he’s not carrying an axe. I’ll take my chances on the herpes because he still looks hot. Hotter than any other guy in this bar,” Londi replied, and walked purposefully away.




They wasted no time with conversation as they entered the condo. The Corvette had already set the mood for the afternoon. Londi dropped her purse on the floor and strode purposefully to the bedroom. She only turned around when she reached the door, giving him a look that was half question and half demand. She started unbuttoning her blouse as she walked in.

By the time he entered, Londi was down to bra and panties. She walked over to him and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it open and off his shoulders. She ran her fingers over his bare chest, thrilling at the touch of his hair against her palms. She kissed and nibbled his nipples, causing him to gasp and crush against her. His cock felt like a steel pipe through his slacks.

There was no need for words between them. They both knew what they wanted, what they were here for.

Londi knelt down, undoing his belt and fly. His cock sprung free, waving back and forth in front of her face when she slid his slacks and shorts to his ankles. She took it in both hands and slowly stroked its length, reveling in the heat that emanated from it. He started to moan and grind his pelvis back and forth, and she watched in fascination as it turned dark red, the tip moistening.

“Oh God, Londi, that’s so nice.”

Londi reached back and unhooked her bra, flinging it to the side. She pulled his pelvis to her chest and crushed against his organ as she squeezed her breasts around him. She rubbed his length slowly. He held her still and began thrusting up and down between her breasts, his moaning becoming more pronounced and his pre-cum dripping down the head of his cock.

She knew what she wanted to do and leaned back to study his length. She just hoped she wouldn’t gag when he filled her mouth. Would he have an orgasm if she sucked him? Did she care?

“Do it…please,” he begged. His cock throbbed with every heartbeat.

She touched his scrotum with her tongue and licked her way to the head, circling the tip very slowly. His hands slid along her ears and he wound his fingers into her hair, anticipating the next move.

Next time, I’ll wear pig tails. She took him into her mouth, breathing through her nose and sliding her lips down his shaft till she could feel his head on the back of her throat. She worked her way up and down his shaft and wasn’t surprised when he started thrusting into her.

Londi’s heart was beating like a jackhammer as she thought how lewd this was. She started moaning with him in her mouth, causing Rusty to grunt and groan with each thrust.

“Oh God, I don’t want to come yet!” he cried, and pulled away from her. His organ glistened with her saliva.

“Get over here,” he growled as he walked to the bed. He pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his slacks. He had palmed a condom earlier and was busy rolling it down his length.

She demurely walked to him, anticipating the fucking she was about to get. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her on the bed, face down.

Oh my! She slid her panties down to her thighs. He climbed on the bed and finished the job, yanking them down and off her ankles roughly. He hadn’t even touched her yet and she was already moaning, on the verge of an orgasm.

He spread her legs far apart, kneeling between them, and began massaging her bare orbs, rubbing, stretching and pulling them apart. Londi grasped the sheets in a death grip and she couldn’t hold her pelvis still. Rusty pulled her to a kneeling position with her face on the mattress. He pushed her knees further apart with his legs and began to lick her sex. He started at Londi’s clitoris and worked his way back till his tongue brushed against her anus. “Oh God!” she cried out, and thrust back against his face and tongue. “I can’t stand it anymore. Take me now!”

Her whole body was quivering and her sex was glistening with moisture. She could feel the rock-hard muscles of his hands holding her pelvis in a vise-like grip. She could feel him move closer to her, and his organ was pressed into the cleft of her ass.

She turned, looking back at him. “Fuck me!” she moaned.

He slid into her, thrusting hard. He pulled back and thrust again, then again, and again. He growled low, thrusting faster. The wet, slapping noise of their two bodies making contact finally drove Londi to the edge of control.

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