Stop at nothing

The one-night stand...or not quite (Theo)

Hi guys! Just a warning to the sensitive souls out there. In between the lines is like straight-up smut.  It might help you get the dynamic between Sasha and Theo a little bit but it is not relevant to the story. Just be careful to not miss the last paragraphs after the lines. That's where shit hits the fan for Theo. 

Hope you enjoy it! 

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The moment I saw Alexandra talking to some redhead earlier, I needed to speak to her. It was as if some invisible force was forcing me to go to her. So, when I saw her alone at the bar, I took my chance and went up to her. She is absolutely gorgeous, and she knows it.

The blond hair, the full pink lips, the red minidress, and the high heels she was wearing made her absolutely irresistible. I couldn't possibly stay away.

And the way she responded to my flirting. Jesus fucking Christ. I have never met a woman who could keep me on my toes the way that she did.

And now here she was, lying on my bed, her little dress ridden up on her waist, her cheeks pink, and the look in her eyes.... fuck. She looked at me the way I looked at her; like she wanted to absolutely devour me.

The things I want to do to her. The possibilities were endless. But I needed to set priorities for myself, I had all night, but I couldn't fit everything I wanted to do to her in it, so I needed to choose.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare?" she said with a smirk as she looked me up and down and then added "Not that I'm not enjoying the view"

"I'm trying to decide, mia cara, what I shall do first" and with that I knelt in front of the bed, got a hold of her legs, pushed her towards me, and put her legs on my shoulders. This made her dress ride up even more—little victories.

She squealed but made no protest otherwise, just smiled (Jesus fuck) and looked at me as to say, "Took you long enough".

I sprayed my hands on her thighs and put her panties to the side with my teeth. I'll have fun ripping them later. Later though.

And then in a sweet moment of ecstasy, I put my tongue on her.

I am not a religious man, but I think I just saw heaven.

I lick, nip, and then just to add more stimuli I push two fingers inside her. "Such a good girl for me, already dripping. Do I turn you on, Alexandra?" I drag out her name, and her breath hitches. She looks like an absolute goddess like this, splayed on my bed, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, and her hand in my hair pushing me down.

Once she registers that I am speaking to her she opens her eyes, defiance evident in them, and then pushes herself on her elbows.

"You need to do a lot more than that, Matteo, to turn me on." The way she says my name makes me want to give her everything she could ask for. Her eyes are full of challenge so instead of answering her I drop my tongue on her clit again and start sucking.

Her answering moan is music to my ears.

Her hand is in my hair, her spine arching off the bed, as I suck, lick, and push two fingers inside her. I nip the little bud of nerves and feel her squeeze around my fingers.

And just like that she is falling undone for me.

"That's one," I say in a voice barely above a whisper. Fuck my jeans are painfully tight right now. "How many more do you think we could get to? Five? Six? Maybe more?"

She pushes herself into a sitting position, unzips her little dress, and lets it drop just enough to reveal her breasts. No bra. This woman is trying to kill me.

"Someone is awfully confident" Her eyes don't leave mine as she sits back on her knees and her hands move to my belt.

"I'm not confident without reason..." But my breath hitches on the last word as she takes me out of my boxers and gives a firm tug.

She runs her small hand up and down my cock a few times and then without breaking eye contact she lowers herself and puts the tip in her mouth. I try to keep the groan to myself but when she starts sucking there is no way to keep my mouth shut.

"Oh fuck. Yess... Fuckkk... Just like that." My hand moves to her long hair, and I wrap it around my fist a few times.

One of her hands is on my thigh for support while the other is playing with my balls. Then she starts taking even more than the tip, and after a bit, I can feel my cock hitting the back of her throat. But my good girl doesn't gag. She just keeps going, sucking and licking the underside. Her eyes are watering but she doesn't break eye contact.

After a bit I feel like I'm about to come and no, the first time I come isn't going to be down her throat. Maybe next time.

With the hand that is still in her hair, I pull her back and her noise of protest makes me want to come right there and then.

"You were about to come" She pouts, she honest to God pouts and I want to fuck her even more than before. Didn't think that was possible.

"Yes, I was... I don't want to come in your mouth the first time. Don't worry we'll have time for that later. " As I talk my hand goes to her mouth, rubbing my thumb on her swollen lips, and then travels down, wrapping around her pale throat. I can't wait to leave my marks on her.

I squeeze a little to see the way she responds, and her reaction does not disappoint. The little moan that leaves her mouth makes me even more hard, and the way her eyes roll back makes her look absolutely sinful.

I push her dress down and help her get it off, leaving her only in her drenched panties and the heels then take my clothes off and get on the bed with her.

My hand back where it's supposed to be, in her hair, I kiss her like a man starved.

My other hand is everywhere, on her breast, pinching her nipple, and then traveling down her stomach and lower, lower still.

I lower her so she is laying on the bed and I am over her, supporting my weight on my elbows.

I keep kissing her, going lowers to her neck, sucking, leaving marks that I wanted there since I saw her at the bar. But I don't leave them just on her neck, I go lower, to her breasts. I nip at her nipples, making her moan. Then I go even lower and leave them on her stomach and lower still on her thighs.

I want her to think of me every time she looks in the mirror for the next week. What can I say I am a possessive motherfucker.

Then I fall back, so I am sitting back on my knees, just admiring her beauty, my hand kneading her hip and then I say "I'll buy you new ones" as I rip her black lacy panties.

She squeals and says "Will you stop playing around and fuck me already or do I need to find someone that will" That defiance is back in her eyes again and possessive rage fills me with her words.

I grab her by her hips and pull her towards me, then take my dick in my hand and drag it across her folds. When I push inside her in one smooth motion, other than the moan that shoots tingles straight to my dick, on her face I register something akin to victory. The little minx.

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We do get to six that night, when I fuck her with her face in the mattress, her riding me, fucking her standing up against the wall, on my desk, and then in different positions in the bathroom. I think we get to ten but I honestly stopped counting after the sixth.

That night as I fall asleep, her leg in between mine, her head on my chest, I think about the ways that I'll fuck her when we wake up. Maybe wake her up with an orgasm. Not a bad idea.

But in the morning, she is nowhere to be found, no trace of her other than her perfume on my pillow and the only thing is know is her name.

Fuck.