I scanned the crowded room, my gaze lingering on the sea of unfamiliar and phony faces. My father who had dragged me down to this gala was nowhere to be found. Probably schmoozing with the other guests, I thought, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

I took a sip of my wine, the champagne bubbles tickling my nose. I hated these events, hated the forced smiles and the fake laughter. And to make matters worse, I was stuck in a tight dress, my feet screaming in protest from the high heels. Gosh, I just wanted to have a nice time in Hawaii.

As I stood there, feeling like a fish out of water, my ex-boyfriend's words echoed in my mind. "You're such a coward, Stella." I groaned, taking another sip of my drink. Why did he have to say that? Well if I'm a coward then he's a bastard.

Scott, my very recently ex-boyfriend, was the kind of guy you look back at and sigh in relief that it ended, even if the ending was sucky. His charming smile and captivating charm was all he had. He's the kind of boy who made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

And nice and charming is what I wanted. Or so I thought. Except, it was all an act. A carefully crafted facade designed to lure me in. I remember the way my heart skipped a beat when he smiled at me, the way my friends envied our relationship. But behind closed doors, the real Scott emerged.

The problem was sex. Specifically, that Scott wanted it, immediately, and always, and I wanted to wait. No, it’s not like I’ve ever been that girl who wants to wait until marriage or something like that. But I’d gone through all of high school without doing more than freaking making out with a guy.

Scott was nice enough, but I wasn’t about to hop into bed for the first time three weeks after meeting the guy. Apparently, that was reason enough for Scott to go out and sleep with half the girls on my dorm floor, before telling me it was over.

He'd told me, “Guys have needs, Stella. I mean, if you weren’t going to, of course, I was gonna find it someplace else.” The audacity of that bitch. He even had the nerve to ask me if I still “wanted to bone.” I politely told him to go fuck his mother. But the thing is, it hasn’t just been Scott.

Before him, it was Romeo, from high school. We dated for a few months my senior year. I wasn’t ready to do anything more than kissing. Romeo, however, was ready, which is why he found time to sleep with Madison Hathway in the bathroom at a party while I was sick with fever at home.

And of course, I got the same “Scott” explanation: that I was a “prude” and that “of course” he’d gotten what he “needed” elsewhere. Before Romeo, it was Hudson, and even before that, Samir. The same story, different guy.

It was exhausting. In fact, it's exhausting to think about them all. I wasn't in love with any of those shitheads anyways.

I took a big gulp of my drink, feeling the sharp alcoholic taste burn my tongue. I wasn't about to ruin my evening some more. Just then, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I looked up, wondering if anyone was looking at me. I could feel it. And my eyes met a pair of dark grey ones.

I paused. I couldn't see his face properly but his gaze was intense and i felt a shiver go down right to my core. My face turned hot and I quickly broke the gaze. What was that? I had more drinks and when I finally got the courage to look back up, he wasn't there anymore. For a strange reason, my heart fell.

"May I have this dance?"

The sudden voice behind me made me jump in surprise. My eyes widened as I turned to look at who owned the deep, masculine voice. And I locked gazes with a stranger with dark eyes with thick dark lashes beautifully framing them. His hand was stretched forward as he waited for me to accept or decline. My eyes widened as I realised he was the one from few minutes ago. I flushed slightly. The light wasn't bright and I couldn't see his face clearly but I could tell he's gorgeous. Maybe aged twenty five. I nodded and placed my hand on his, causing my heart to skip a beat.

We walked to the dance floor where the light was even darker and his arm went around my waist. As we moved to the music, the stranger's hand rested on the small of my back, his fingers digging into my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pulled me closer, our bodies swaying to the beat.

"You look like you'd rather be anywhere else," he whispered in my ear, his breath sending a chill down my neck.

I nodded, "I hate these events."

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with this magnetic intensity. I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. What did he mean by "get out of here"? Did he mean leave the event? With him?

Before I could respond, he turned me around, my back pressing against his chest. I felt a jolt of surprise as I realized that he was aroused, his hardness pressing against my buttocks. My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a rush of heat flood through my body. Just then, he spun me around and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine.

I am being pulled out of the crowd, out of the hall filled with people. My head was spinning as we walked far away from where people might be. It was dark outside, the wind was cold and only a few lights were on. My heart raced as I realised this could be dangerous but still, I didn't stop him. I let him take me. And as soon as we were utterly alone, my back met with the wall and soft lips crashed on mine.

I eagerly moan into his mouth as his big hands slide over my waist. He doesn’t stop until he finds what he’s after, and I whimper at the feel of his strong grip as it moves to boldly cup my ass through my tight dress. He growls savagely into my mouth, both hands cupping my ass.

Our tongues dance as the music faintly played in the background, and I start to let go entirely. The gorgeous, dark stranger growls into my mouth again, and when I roll my hips, I gasp at the feel of him throbbing against my tummy. Fuck, he’s so hard, and just feeling his want for me has me flooding my panties with sticky arousal.

I kiss him harder, and his hands boldly slips lower to push up under my skirt. It’s dark out here, but my God, we’re alone. I know I should push his hand away and tell him he’s going too far, but I don’t. Because I like his hands on me like this. I like the way his pulsing erection has my knees shaking and the heat pooling between my legs.

He tastes like good tequila and bad decisions, and fuck me, I want more.

I’ve always been nervous about actual intimacy. And it’d be so easy to write all of my exes off assholes. Every single guy I’ve dated had eventually walked off to get something on the side, all because I wouldn’t do it. And the older I get, and the more this keeps happening, the harder it is to blame everyone else.

At the end of the day, it might be me. Which leaves me eighteen years old, a freshman at college, and still a virgin in every possible way. And frankly, it’s starting to feel pathetic.

So, maybe that’s how I’ve arrived here, in the arms of this absolutely gorgeous, panty-melting stranger with the dark scruff on his jaw, the haunting look in his grey eyes, the powerful grip and rock-hard arm muscles, and the throbbing erection pulsing against me. It doesn’t hurt that I’m in Hawaii, in this gala event the night before the birthday.

Not mine though. My father, Maverick's. He's turning 40 tomorrow and was planning on making it a big thing until he had a gala to attend at Hawaii. So we decided to have the party at this beautiful beach after the event.

I felt a sudden rush of liberation, a desire to shed my inhibitions and surrender to the moment. I want to try something new. I want to know how it feels.

As if sensing my thoughts, the stranger's lips brushed against mine, "I want to get out of here," he growled, his voice low and husky. "With you."

I moaned, my body melting into his as our lips clashed together. "So let's get out of here," I whispered. "My place isn't too far from here."

"I'll drive" He kissed me without another word, we stumbled away.

***

I’ve never done this. God, I’ve never even done anything close to this. But alcohol, and determination, and raw lust fuel me as I boldly lead him through the main entrance of the resort we were staying in. We stumble down tiki-torch-lit, manicured gravel paths until we arrive at the luxury cabana for one I’m staying in, with views of the ocean. Dad had spent a lot of money getting us these accommodations but I'm sure he didn't feel it.

We fall in through the front door, and I gasp as he slams the door shut and pulls me into his arms. I fall into him willingly, my pulse roaring and my skin on fire. Heat pools between my legs, and when he kisses me deeply, I know I’m not backing away from this.

This is happening, right now, tonight, with him. And I can’t fucking wait. He scoops me into his arms, and I moan as he carries me over to the bed.

He lays me down across it, and my whole body is trembling in desire as he unbuttons his white, well ironed shirt. He tosses it aside, and my eyes widen as they sweep over his freaking perfect body—rock-hard chest, chiseled abs, and sculpted arms. He’s got a Mediterranean tint to his skin, and I realize he’s actually older than I thought he was at the gala. He's more like thirty. Older than the twenty-five I guessed earlier.

For whatever reason, it only gets me hotter.

His muscles coil as he stalks onto the bed over me, and I moan as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. His hands slip under my dress and slide it up, and I whimper into his lips as he tugs it up over my thighs. He pulls away from my lips just long enough to pull it over my head before he’s kissing me again.

His hands slide down my bare torso, teasing my ribs, and he groans eagerly into my mouth when he feels the lack of bra. His hands cup my soft breasts, and when his fingers tease my nipples, electricity spikes through me to my core. I moan eagerly.

Oh, this is happening. It's really happening!

His mouth leaves mine, and I gasp as he starts to lick and tease his way down my neck. My breath catches as he moves lower, kissing gently over my breasts before taking a nipple between his lips. His tongue bats over it, making me moan, and then he starts to move even lower.

Oh, God.

His stubble teases my tummy and sends butterflies through me as he moves lower. His fingers skim over my hips and hook into my red panties, and he starts to peel them down as he lingers at my navel. He kisses lower, and I bite my lip to stop from squealing in pure ecstasy as his soft lips tease lower than, well, than anyone’s ever been before.

He brushes lower and lower, and I kick my panties away. His big hands spread my legs, opening me wide for him, and I blush in a mixture of awkward embarrassment and raw desire. He looks up at me with those gorgeous gray eyes, and his jaw tightens as he groans.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to devour you, Angelo.” He moves in, and suddenly, he’s tasting me. I yelp, my eyes going wide and my jaw falling open as his tongue drags ever so slowly and wetly over my lips. My hands clench the bedsheets, and my whole body arches off the bed as the most incredible feeling I’ve literally ever felt roars through me.

“Oh fuck!” I moan as he drags his tongue over me again. He groans deeply into me as he presses his mouth to me, and then, I’m just lost. I’m utterly lost as his magical tongue parts my pussy lips and finds my center. He pushes it into me, dragging my sticky wetness with him as he slides up to my clit. I cry out as he slides his tongue over my aching bud, and when he sucks it gently between his lips, I go to pieces.

He swirls his tongue across it, and suddenly, I’m coming. It’s been all of a minute and a half with his mouth on me, and I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I scream into the darkness of the bungalow, my entire body writhing and twisting as he just keeps licking me. His powerful hands pin me to the bed, and his tongue keeps working over my clit until with a shout, I tumble right into another orgasm.

It’s only then, that he pulls away, letting me freaking breath. But it’s only for a second, because suddenly, he’s moving back over me. I moan and eagerly pull him down to crush my lips to his. He tastes like me, and my arousal is wet on his lips, but I don’t care. I taste myself from his lips, and I kind of like it too.

He kisses me again and then pulls away to stand. I watch with wide eyes as he unzips his pants and drops them, and my mouth falls open at the size of the bulge in his black boxers.

Holy shit…

His eyes hold mine, or at least try to, because mine keep dropping to his erection. He hooks his hands into the waist and tugs them down, and I literally choke on my own tongue. “That's...,” I mumble, out loud, yet was unable to finish it. I blush, but he just grins as he moves back onto the bed. His huge cock swings heavy between his muscled thighs, and I seriously can’t stop looking at it.

Maybe I should stop here. I mean, I might not have done this before, but I know that thing is enormous. He moves back over me, and my temporary hesitation crumbles. I eagerly pull him back down to me and open my legs to wrap them around his waist.

He frowns suddenly and swears. “Shit,” he murmurs.

“What is it?”

“I don’t…” he sighs. “No condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I whisper shyly.

He groans, and when our eyes lock, I nod. “Come on.” I whisper.

He growls as he moves between my legs, and when his thick, swollen cock touches my pussy, my breath catches. He wraps a fist around his big cock and eases it against my lips. They begin to open and stretch around the fat crown, and my breath comes faster and faster as he starts to slide in.

This is it. It’s really happening.

There’s no “physical virginity” or anything like that to break through. I mean, I grew up riding horses and playing sports. But there’s still a temporary wince at the sheer tightness. But I’m so wet that even with how absolutely huge he feels in my little pussy, he starts to slide right in.

He groans, and his mouth drops to mine. He kisses me deeply, taking my breath away and swallowing my moans as he rocks his hips and pushes his thick cock into me. I cry out, clinging to him and raking my nails down his muscled back as he drives himself deeper and deeper. Fuck, it just keeps going, inch after inch, until I’m losing my mind.

And the suddenly, I can feel his big, heavy balls against me, and I know he’s all the way in.

I know I’m not a virgin anymore.

His lips never leave mine as he wraps his arms around me and starts to slide out. I whimper as the tightness gives way to pure pleasure, and as he slides back in, that pleasure swells to envelope me. I moan eagerly, my legs tightening around his muscled waist, and he starts to drive out and back into me again.

He growls, kissing me deeply and sucking on my bottom lip. His muscled body coils and thrusts, moving faster and deeper until he’s truly fucking me right into the mattress. I cry out in pure bliss and pleasure, clawing at him madly and aching for all of him. I let go completely, losing my mind as his gorgeous, thick cock plunges in and out of my tight little pussy, filling the room with the lewd wet sounds of it.

His balls slap my ass, and he rises up, one hand cupping the back of my head with his fingers entwined in my hair, the other gripping my hip possessively. He thrusts into me, muscles ripping and coiling, and I arch my hips to meet him. I look down, utterly enthralled at the pulse-pounding sight of his huge cock stretching my tight pink lips.

He grunts and thrusts deep, and my eyes roll back as the pleasure begins to spiral out of control. We move faster and faster, and God, it feels like perfection. It feels like his big cock was built to custom fit my pussy. If this is what sex is, holy shit do I get it now.

The room becomes a blur as our sweat-slicked bodies writhe and grind together. His fat cock fills me over and over, my arousal dripping down my thighs and my body trembling until I know I’m going to shatter all over again.

“Oh God! "I gasp, throwing my head back. It occurs to me that I don’t even know his name, which feels fucked up for a second, but the next, it just makes this whole thing even hotter. What is wrong with me?! He grunts deeply as he thrusts into me, and I can feel everything start to crumble.

“Oh God, oh God!” I scream. “Oh fuck, I’m… I’m gonna—!”

“Let me feel you come for me, Angelo,” he growls, thrusting deep into me. “Let me feel this pretty little pussy come on my cock. Let me feel you come, beautiful.” His hand tightens on my hip, and his cock seems to swell inside of me, getting even bigger somehow. He rocks into me, his mouth dropping to suck at my neck and growl into my ear, and suddenly, I lose it. His fat cock slides so deep inside of me, and suddenly, I’m coming.

I scream out my release, clinging to him as he fucks me hard right through my climax.

“Oh fuck, angelo,” he groans. I lean up, my lips against his ears. I gasp, feeling so fucking slutty and wild and reckless. And I loved it!

He groans, and his cock thickens even harder as he buries it deep in my quivering, slick pussy.

“Fill me up.” I don’t even know if I’ve read that line in a romance book or something, but just saying it makes me feel like such a vixen. He grunts when say it though, and suddenly, he drives so fucking deep in me and grips me tightly. His cock jolts deep in me, and suddenly, I can feel it.

I cry out as I come again with him, his groans of pleasure sending me over the edge. His hot cum jets into me, filling me up with thick pulse after thick pulse. Panting, our lips come together, and we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and heat.

We lay like that for I don’t even know how long, just slowly kissing. His fingers tease over my skin, and I shiver in heat as I melt into him. The moon illuminates the room, and the sound of the surf outside washes over us both. Only our soft breathing filled the room.

He stirs finally, raising his head up to look me in the eyes. Gosh, his eyes were mesmerising. He grins, and that smile melts me as he leans in to kiss me gently. “I’ve got an event in the morning, Angelo,” he purrs. “I should probably—”

"You can stay," I blurted out, immediately cringing at my own words. This was my first one-night stand, and I was already messing it up by inviting him to stay. Wasn't the whole point of a fling fucking like wild bunnies and then go your separate ways.

Right? No feelings, just sex?

He grinned at me, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. "I mean, if you want to, I mean... You totally don't have to—" I stuttered.

"I'll stay, beautiful," he purred, leaning in to kiss me softly as his big arms wrapped around me. I moaned into his kiss, my lips moving slowly and deeply against his. But even as I lost myself in the sensation, my mind kept repeating the same mantra: "just meaningless sex." No feelings, no attachment, just pure, unadulterated lust.

…Right? This is just something I had to do. That’s all.

As I snuggled into his chest, I didn't even realize how tired I was until my eyelids started to droop. My head lays on his muscled, tanned chest, and the sound of his heartbeat is the last thing I hear before I fade to sleep.

It's just a fling, I told myself, even as I felt a spark of uncertainty ignite within me. It's just a one-time thing. Right?