One-Shots

I sighed as another guy tried to pick me up. This bar wasn’t doing me much good. That was the fifth one tonight and I was beginning to think that I would be going home alone. All I wanted was to grab a guy, have sex, and then go home. Work has been hell for me for the past week and I was in dire need to release my frustrations.

“Hey, darlin,” a man in flannel said to me, “Can I buy a drink for a pretty face like you?”

I looked him over. He had short, blonde hair, thick muscles, and he was wearing cowboy boots and jeans.

“What sort of car do you drive?” I asked him.

“A Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG. We could go for a spin if you want to,” he offered.

“No thanks, but I appreciate the offer,” I told him.

He looked like he had been slapped in the face. He grimaced, then got up from the bar stool. I was grateful that he didn’t push the subject further. That was seriously compensating for the absence of anything to offer by driving around an expensive-as-hell truck.

I brushed away a wild strand of my black hair and asked the bartender for another drink.

“Hey, Jack,” a man from behind me said to the bartender, “Her drink will be on me.”

I whipped my head around to see who it was and recognized the leather clad man with long, black hair and war paint, and a cross necklace hanging from his neck as Ashley Purdy. I recognized him from some music videos I had come across online. My best friend was a huge fan and if she were in my shoes, she would probably collapse.

“Thank you,” I said to him.

“No problem. I’ve noticed you’ve been turning down quite a few guys,” he noted.

“Oh, so you’ve been watching me?” I smirked.

“Well, you caught my attention.”

“I’m flattered. My name is Viccy by the way,” I said as the bartender handed me a margarita.

“So, what brings a beauty like you to a place like this?” he asked.

“I’ve been overworked and I’m looking for a guy that can pleasure me for a night.”

“Well, I’d love to be the guy you take home.”

“Do you think you can handle me?” I flirted.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

I bit my lip and said, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“As you wish,” he smirked.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and we exited the bar. We walked for a block, aimlessly chit-chatting, until we reached my black Lincoln convertible.

“Damn, that’s a great car. How’d you afford it?” Ashley asked.

“I have my ways,” I laughed.

Ashley slid into the passenger seat and I got into the driver’s seat. I put my keys in the ignition, started the car and started to drive the ten minute drive to my house. Ashley turned on my stereo and played whatever CD that I already had in. ‘American Idiot’ began playing and I was filled with nostalgia of the first time I ever heard this song. I was a lost teenager, not knowing where I fit in, and this album changed everything for me.

Ashley and I started singing along and it eventually morphed into us shouting the lyrics at the top of our lungs. I rolled our windows down, letting our ridiculous sing-along be heard by the rest of the city. We got a few weird glances or middle fingers from people driving their cars, but it was fun anyway.

I pulled into my driveway and turned the stereo off. Both Ashley and I got out of the car and walked up to my front door.

“You know, I’ve never had this much fun in one night with a guy before,” I told him.

“Well,” Ashley said as I opened the door, “things are just about to get a lot more fun.”

He picked me up bridal style and I laughed. I kicked off my shoes and he did the same. He kicked the door shut behind him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.

“Up the stairs and it’s the last door on the left,” I said.

He started running up the stairs and I giggled when he almost tripped. He only stuck his tongue out at me and I did the same in return.

He nudged open my door with his foot and dropped me down on the bed.His lips crashed down on mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He grinded himself against me and I moaned against his lips. He began to kiss my neck, causing me to arc my back. His teeth bit down and I grunted. To sooth the pleasurable pain, he dragged his tongue across each bit mark. The wetness made me gasp.

“Mmmmm. More…” I moaned.

He lifted up my blouse and flung it into the corner of my room. His hands slid themselves underneath my bra and he massaged them while simultaneously kissing my neck. My nipples hardened and I just wanted him to get the damned bra off of me.

“Take it off of me,” I mumbled into his ear.

His hands reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He threw it in a slowly growing pile of my stripped clothes. Ashley kissed down my neck to my breasts. He bit down on one of my nipples while pinching the other.

“Ashley!” I moaned.

He got off of me to strip off his shirt and take off his belt. He placed his hands on my stomach. He trailed his fingers down to the waistband of my skirt. He yanked my skirt and my panties off of me. He grabbed my hips and plunged his tongue into me. I arced my back and wrapped my legs around his neck. His tongue reached deeper and deeper into me. I felt a fire growing in my stomach.

“Ashley…I need you in me,” I begged.

He slid his tongue out and kissed me passionately. He slid out of his leather pants and boxers, exposing his erection. I bit my lip.

He positioned himself correctly and thrust his length into me. I moaned in pleasure as he found his pace and thrusted farther into me. I felt his erection throbbing and it drove me over the edge. I climaxed and he did soon after.

I dropped my head back on the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. Damn, that was good. I rolled over onto my side and laid my head down on Ashley’s chest.

“You were great,” Ashley said.

“I’d have to say the same about you.”

Ashley laughed quietly and I found myself lulled to sleep by the vibrations of his chest.
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I woke up the next morning incredibly sore.The bed felt cold, so I opened my eyes. Ashley wasn’t there. Ashley’s side of the bed was made and my clothes from last night were folded on the foot of the bed. On his pillow was the cross necklace that he wore last night. I picked it up and walked downstairs. He was probably in the kitchen or something.

I padded down the stairs with the necklace still in my hand. He wasn’t in the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, or anywhere else. The whole house was completely silent. I looked down at the necklace and I felt tears stream down my face.

Why should I have expected him to stay? He was a big shot musician and I was just a chick he picked up at a bar. I had only knew him for a night, but I could feel a connection nonetheless. The necklace was the only thing I had that would confirm that last night wasn’t a dream.

My heart felt broken, but I suppose love isn’t always fair.

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