Chapter 3 Moaning For A Stranger
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Hawney POV
I responded to the Kiss with moans. His warm hands slid from my waist to the back of My neck.His fingers tangling in my hair as he deepened The kiss.
The heartbreak from my ex now ceased to exist, replaced by the weight of him and the sudden electric heat radiating between us.
He pulled back for a second, and stare lovingingly at me.
“Are you sure?” He whispered.
“Please,” I breathed, my hands fumbling with the button of his shirt.
I needed to feel him inside of me,more than the hallow ache in my chest.
He didn't even hesitate again, instead, he let out a low groan, And stripped off his shirt, his muscles tensing under the dim light.
When he pressed his body against mine, I gasp, he began to trail kisses down my jawline to the sensitive hollow of my throat.
His hand slid up my thigh, brunching the fabric of my dress, I let out a Soft broken moan as he moved desperately as if he was trying to memorize the curve of My body.
He finally moved over me, parting my legs with his knees, he paused one more to look me in the eyes.
There was no more judgement, just a raw, and shared hunger.
He lowered himself slowly, filling the space between us until there was no air left.
As he thrust into me, a long, high moan broke from my throat, My head tossing back against the pillow.
It wasn't just the physical sensation, it was the way he held me, his arms locking around me as if keeping me from falling apart.
I let out a sharp moan as he increased his pace, wrapping my legs around his waist as he thrust more harder.
The combination was too much, and he didn't slow down, if anything, he pushed harder, filing me with the entire length of his dick.
His own moans joined mine,and when climax finally hit, it was like a physical blow.
I let out a desperate cry as I finally felt him cum apart inside me.
We stayed like that for few more minutes. Not uttering any more words, until Sleep finally took over me.
The sound of my alarm woke me up.
I blinked annoyingly and opened my Eyes, angrily shutting it down on my phone. I stared at the time, 5:am.
I needed to get ready for dance practice, but wait, someone was cuddling me.
I turned slowly to see him, my eyes widened as I immediately pushed him off me.
He was naked, same as I, he let out a slow groan and continue sleeping.
That was when the memories of last night came flooding back. I had sex with this handsome stranger right here.
What the hell?
I was almost floored by how Handsome he looked. His broad Shoulders and Powerful thighs.
Dylan wouldn’t hold a candle to this man.
I moved the duvet aside and stared at myself.
I felt so tender between my legs. This man here did a great job fucking the hell outta me last night.
I sat upright on the bed.
Hawney focus.
This wasn't the time to think about how good he was.
I just had a one night stand with a stranger, I had never slept with a stranger before.
How on earth am I supposed to face him?
What will I say?
I have to run before he wakes up and thinks I am just one of those cheap whore.
I hurriedly got up from the bed and quickly put on my clothes and grabbed my bag.
I walked towards the door but stopped, I brought a note from my bag, scribble something on it, place two hundred dollars on the note and dropped it on the table beside him before leaving.
Just Incase he thinks I’m a prostitute…
The silence of the hotel at 5:00 AM was deafening, broken only by the hum of ice machine down the hall.
Walk, just walk….I told myself.
I felt a strange ache between my legs, a reminder of how he had thrust into me few hours ago.
But I didn't want to stay and see the look in his eyes when he woke up.
I could still smell his scent on my skin, and for a while, it made me feel ashamed.
Fucking a stranger? How pathetic…
I passed the lobby mirror and caught a glimpse of myself.
My hair was a bird's nest,my lipstick smeared, and my eyes looked wide.
I walked out into the street as the morning air hit me. The sky was still dark.
But why in God's name did I leave that money?
He's going to think I'm insane, or worse, mocking him. But I did what I did because I was scared he would call me a whore like Dylan did.
The street was empty, my heels made a loud click click sound on the ground.
I just want to go home.
I saw a light at the end of the street, I thought it was a cab,so I started to cross the road quickly. I didn't hear the engine until it was too late.
Suddenly, briht lights blinded me, I looked to see a large black car speeding towards me.
I froze, my heart stopping, I tried to move my legs but they felt like a lead.
The car hit my side with a loud, sickening thud.
I felt the cold metal of a fender slam into my hip, the force of it tossing me into the air like a ragdoll.
For a split second, I was weightless. I saw the dark sky, and top of the buildings.
Then my body hit the hard, cold ground. A sharp pain exploded in my head. I tried to breathe but the air refuse to come.
I laid there on the ground, my vision blurry, I could see the car reverse and drove away.
Slowly, everything started to go dark, and I passed out.
