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?

I blinked awake to the sound of the ocean waves gently lapping outside and the warm sunlight streaming through the windows. I felt cozy and content, and it wasn't until I realized I was still in his arms that I understood why. I turned to look at his sleeping face, and a slow grin spread across my lips.

This was the man who had taken my virginity, even if he didn't know it. In the movies I've seen, the one-night fling isn’t always so glamorous or sexy the next day.

But that’s not true in this case, at all.

In the morning light, my stranger is somehow even sexier. My eyes swept over his face, taking in the sharp jawline, the perfect cheekbones, and the dark stubble that covered his chin. In the morning light, he looked even more handsome than he had the night before.

I turned slowly in his arms, my eyes dragging over his chest and shoulders. His body was chiseled and smooth, like it had been carved out of marble. Tattoos swirled over his shoulder and down one arm, and I felt a thrill run through me as my fingertips traced over them. He's definitely older than I thought he was at the gala—certainly more like in his thirties. His skin is olive-toned, like he might be Greek or Italian or Spanish or something.

He stirs, growling in his sleep, and his grip on me tightens. I grin, feeling the thrill of that tight grip on me. His hips shift, and I gasp quietly as I feel his big cock brush against my thigh. He’s hard, and I chance pulling away from him and glancing down between us. My jaw drops.

Jesus Christ, how the hell did that even fit in me?

He’s huge, and thick, and just looking at it has my pulse quickening and my pussy growing wetter. I grin wickedly, thinking about the idea of just reaching down and touching him, or even just sliding on top of him and teaching myself a new way to feel that cock. But first, I glance over to the bedside table.

My eyes focus on the clock there, and suddenly, I gasp as I bolt upright. “Shit!” 8am!

The birthday isn’t until this afternoon, but I’ve got a hair appointment together with Marion. Oh who is she? She's my best friend and soon to be step mother. Yes, she's getting married to my Father in three months. Weird right?

Well was at first when I found out about them. I mean, Maverick, my dad, is forty. Marion is twenty—of course that’s going to be a little weird, right? Except, it’s not really, not with them. Yes, my dad is marrying a girl my age range, and some people would freak out about that. But not once you know them.

Marion is way older than her age, and my dad is young at heart. Plus, it’s not like he’s made a habit of dating young girls or anything creepy like that. They’ve never told me the specifics, but really, it just happened. And love is love, after all.

My gasped swear stirs my gorgeous stranger awake, and he grunts as he blinks. I turn, and he looks at me as he starts to grin. “Morning, beautiful,” he purrs. His arms circle me to pull me close, and I’m so close to letting him, before I stop.

“It’s… it’s late, and I’ve got this thing.”

He frowns and looks past me at the clock before he swears and sits bolt upright. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got somewhere to be too.”

I blush. “Sorry."

“Hey,” he grins , reaching out to cup my jaw. “Just so you know, last night was… fuck, angelo,” he growls. “Last night was amazing."

I blush deeply, and suddenly, I’m falling into him. Our lips meet, and I kiss him slowly before I pull back. “I really need to shower before I leave.” He chuckles." I should get go—”

“You can shower here if you want,” I blurt out. I turn like I’m casually reaching for my phone, but it’s actually to hide the fact that I’m physically cringing at how shitty I am at this whole one-night fling thing.

“Yeah? I’d love to.”

I blink and turn back. “You would?”

He grins. “Absolutely. As long as you’re sharing it with me.”

My face burns hot, and so does the heat between my legs. “Sure,” I breathe shyly.

He follows me into the bathroom a few minutes later, giving me time to pee and start the water first. The whole bungalow is designed to look like it’s made out of bamboo and palm fronds—almost like this “glamour camping” tiki feel. Except, it’s also a five-start luxury resort, and I know these bungalows are upwards of two-thousand dollars a night. Perks of having a billionaire dad, what can I say.

The shower is open at the top to the air and covered only by palm tree fronds. I blush at my nakedness in front of him, despite everything, as I step through the glass doors into the gorgeous, huge shower. He follows, keeping close to me even though there are like four shower heads in here.

And I don’t mind one bit. I shampoo and rinse, and then reach for the soap. I glance at him as he washes his own hair, and that spark inside of me burns hot as I let my eyes drink him in. Eyes closed, he tilts his head back to rinse his dark black hair, and I bite my lip to stop the moan that wants to escape. I mean, God, he’s freaking perfect, like a freaking Armani model standing right in front of me, and totally naked. His muscles ripple, and when my eyes drop lower, I blush at the sight of his big dick.

He’s not even hard and the thing is hanging heavy and swollen between his muscled legs. Heat pulses through me, and I moan quietly. I want more of him. A lot more of him. But I know that’s stupid. I know you’re not supposed to do that with a one-night fling, right?

He opens his eyes and grins as he totally busts me staring at his cock.

“Eyes up here, Angelo.”

I blush fiercely and turn away. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“Don’t be.” I gasp at his growled words as he comes up behind me. His hands slide over my hips and then up my sides, making me shiver. They slide around to cup my soapy breasts, and his fingers roll over my nipples, making me moan quietly. But I reluctantly pull away, biting my lip.“Sorry, I…”

“We’re in a rush,” he murmurs, half smiling. “I get it.”

We finish rinsing off and step out to towel off. But the whole time, I’m still on freaking fire for him, sneaking peaks of him toweling off that body made for sin.

Out of the bathroom, I slip on a lacy black thong and matching bra, and then pull on a light rainbow coloured breezy dress. My actual dress is waiting with Marion as she had to take them for finishing touches. I’m glancing at the dress in the mirror and smoothing it out when suddenly, he’s moving behind me.

I gasp as his hands wrap around my waist and pull me close against him, and when I look back at the mirror, I moan realizing he’s still naked.

“I want you,” he growls thickly, his voice edged and primal. “I can’t let you walk out of here without feeling you again, Angelo,” he purrs.

I can feel his cock against my ass through the thin dress—so freaking hard and throbbing, and instantly, I’m soaked. I can’t even make words as I slowly nod my head, my pulse racing.

“Please,” is all I can gasp out. But it’s all he needs.