I’d been without a boyfriend for about six weeks. I was horny, annoyed, and preoccupied.

I wasn’t ready to jump into another relationship, but I could sure go for a good fuck. 

I ran into him in the city one day. Literally. I was walking and looking at my phone instead of where I was going, and he seemed to be doing the same. We collided with a thud, both of us managing to catch our phones at the last second.

We stared at each other for a beat and then I said, “Sorry. Text from the ex.”

I don’t know why I said it, other than there had been an immediate lightning bolt of attraction and I liked it. He looked like a guy who could handle me in bed, that was for sure. Tall, broad, short dark hair, an easy smile, and electric blue eyes.

I noted all of that in a few heartbeats.

“Funny that,” he said. “Me, too.”

He waggled his phone and me and I laughed.

“The lonely hearts club here in the middle of the street,” I said. It was a weird conversation for two people who didn’t know each other, but I rolled with it.

He shrugged and his gaze did an entirely non-subtle tour of my body. He smiled a wicked smile.

“Eh, it’s no big deal. It’s been well over a month.”

I nodded. “No new prospects.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, and heat flooded my face and chest, then traveled like a bullet down to the suddenly wet place between my thighs.

“Not until now,” he said.

Fuck it, I thought. There could be worse ideas.

“I just got off work. Care to grab a drink with me?” As fate would have it, we were standing in front of one of my favorite hole-in-the-wall bars.

He swept an arm toward the door and chuckled. “Let’s go.”

Inside it was dark and cool. Only a few folks were at the bar so early. Most had been there for hours. The red neon gave the whole place an electric vibe. We ordered two whiskeys and sat in the corner. Within ten minutes, he had his hand on my knees.

I liked it. It was warm and strong, and the feel of his fingers slowly floating up, up, up toward the top of my thigh turned me on.

We compared sob stories. My relationship of three years ending in a blink. No time for dating. And every setup had been a nightmare. Plus, not really ready for a whole new “thing.”

His fingertips were grazing the very edge of where my thigh met my crotch. Electric pulses of arousal surged through me, so I had to focus as he talked.

His relationship of five years had ended due to disagreement about marriage. She wanted it. He wasn’t ready. He’d had exactly three atrocious dates and had stopped. Now there we were.

“Follow me to the bathroom,” I said, polishing off my drink.

I couldn’t feel my feet or my lips as I walked to the small room. I’d been in there a million times and knew it was clean and private and it wasn’t where we’d fuck but I needed to be totally alone with him for a moment.

He walked in after me and I pushed the door shut with my heel. I flipped the lock and faced him. He smiled down at me, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me forward to kiss me.

My hand went immediately to his zipper and I rubbed my palm against the hard rock of his erection. He bit my tongue and I whimpered. My pussy flexed at the sudden sharp pain.

He slid his hand beneath my skirt and slipped his fingers inside the crotch of my cotton panties. His fingertip went right to my clit and I sighed into his mouth—utterly turned-on.

“I want you do fuck me,” I said against his soft lips. “Do you want to fuck me?”

He put his hand on top of my hand, which was resting on his crotch. He pushed so my palm grinded against his hard-on. “What do you think?”

I moved back and squatted down. The motion of opening my legs allowed cool air to kiss my wet pussy. I moaned, sliding my finger along my clit.

I pulled his zipper down, freed his cock, and slid my mouth down his erection. His skin was hot and salty on my tongue. I sucked him a few times and then gingerly tried to fit his cock back into his pants.

He growled. “Hard to get that genie back into the bottle.”

“Yes, hard,” I said laughing.

He took my hand and I stood.

“Where?” he asked. “My place is kind of far.”

“Mine is a block away.”

He pushed me back against the wall and shoved his hand under my skirt. This time his fingers penetrated me, sliding deep, flexing inside my slick pussy.

“Let’s go,” he said.

We practically ran hand-in-hand, my purse and work bag slapping against my thigh as I went. My hands were trembling from the adrenaline, so he snatched my key from my hand and shoved it into the keyhole.

Once inside, I slammed the door, dropped my bags, and faced him.

He surprised me by catching me up around the waist and lifting me while kissing me. He pushed me against the wall, and I felt his dick’s hard ridge riding my pussy’s cleft. My skirt was thin, my panties thinner.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed back against the wall for leverage. He humped me slowly, kissing me, fingers rough on my skin where he held me. My T-shirt had ridden up and he used one big hand to shove it higher, pull back a bra cup, and take my nipple in his mouth. He drew on it roughly. Our balance was precarious and we were laughing.

“I’d really just like to have you naked minus acrobatics.”

I grabbed his hand and walked him to the bedroom.

I was naked before he shut the door. He followed suit. We stared at each other for a moment and then it was a full-on horny grapple.

He tossed me gently on the bed and I let out a squeal. He didn’t ask, he simply did what he wanted, and that made me wetter than I thought I could be. He laid on his back and nudged my thighs. “Straddle my face, pretty lady.”

I did. I moved so that I hovered over his handsome face. Then I lowered my mouth to his cock. Sixty-nine was a lovely number and a great way to start this.

He reached up, hands cupping my ass cheeks, kneading, stroking. His tongue touched me and my eyes slammed shut. Behind my eyelids, colors bloomed. I tried to keep some kind of sane tempo while sucking him, but it was so hard to concentrate with his hands on my ass and his tongue swirling and whirling on my clit. Then he pushed a finger inside my cunt. One finger quickly became two. I drove my mouth down his shaft, trying to keep focus. But he kept doing the exact things I needed, so then I started coming.

I stopped sucking entirely when the spasms hit me. His fingers kept gliding in and out of me. His tongue still trailed gently over my clit. When I was done, I slid my lips down his dick again. I trailed my fingers over his balls and lapped at the tip of his cock.

“Come up here,” he coaxed me. “Climb on. I want to be buried deep inside that sweet pussy.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I moved to straddle his waist, sinking down slowly. He put his hands up to cup my breasts, giving my nipples light pinches at first. Then when I was fully seated, moving and riding him, he pinched harder…and harder still.

I moaned and rocked my hips from side to side for a minute. Like scratching a deep itch, I was working that spot that needed the most attention. The one that craved the friction. The one that would make me gush like a river.

He put his hands up and I took them, pressing down, getting better leverage as we fucked. He thrusted up from beneath me, his big blue eyes heavy-lidded but curious as he watched me. He pushed up as I pushed down, my hips rolling like a wave as his cock was buried deep inside me. My wetness graced us both, gushing with every movement. And when it became blissfully overwhelming, I shuddered over him, coming hard. I sighed contentedly and kept moving until the last gorgeous spasm had passed.

He put his hands on my waist and rolled. I went from atop him to under him. He knocked my legs wide, pushed my knees high, and then drove into me fast and deep. I was drenched as he entered me effortlessly.

Every thrust drove his pubic bone against my clit, a delicious grinding sensation that had me close to coming again. He watched my face and pushed against me harder.

I gasped.

His thrust went from slow and deep to a sharp staccato beat. I could tell he was getting close. Every time he pushed into me, my nerve endings sang. If he managed a few more minutes I might actually come again.

“Are you going to come again, gorgeous? Feels like you are,” he said.

“Such a sweet talker,” I teased, but it ended on a groan. The fact was, yes, I was going to come again.

He pushed his hands against my knees and moved into me in a desperate rhythm. He grunted and growled, and finally the noise got to me and I sucked in a shuddering breath and touched my fingertip to my clit. With one swipe, I was coming. I had pushed myself over the edge so he could stop hanging on.

He chuckled and pushed into me so fast and hard it rattled me.

Then his body went taut above mine as he hit his peak.

“Jesus,” he groaned.

He collapsed next to me. “Should we exchange numbers in case we want to have another chance encounter?”

I looked at his handsome face and his sexy scruff and laughed. “I must be psychic. I think maybe we do have another chance encounter in the near future.”

“Brilliant,” he said.