Crave

- THREE -

Stacy P.O.V.

Shit, I couldn't believe I was doing this. Some of my buzz wore off during the drive and I was second guessing my decision to bring this stranger home with me. It was odd though, because Kurt didn't feel like a stranger. Shit, I didn't even know his last name. What the hell was I doing? This wasn't like me. I didn't do stuff like this and yet, one look at Kurt, and I was completely back on board. There was just something about him. I hope I wasn't a complete idiot for trusting him. For all I knew, he could be a murderer or sexual predator. Yet, I was bringing him back to my place. I was always lecturing Gloria about stuff like this and now look at me.

"Relax, Baby." Kurt told me, as he cut the engine, in the parking lot to my apartment building. I turned to look at him and he continued, "I know what I said before, but if you're having second thoughts we don't have to do this. It's completely up to you. I've taken plenty of cold showers in my lifetime, one more shouldn't kill me."

I giggled, "I would hope not, but, um, we better not risk it...just in case."

With that, I decided to stop overthinking this. For the first time in my life, I wanted a man and be-damned with the consequences. So I unbuckled my seatbelt and flew across the bench seat to straddle him. As I rained kisses down his neck, I began unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Kurt pushed my dress up and put his hands on my ass, squeezing it delightfully. I had zero experience in the sex department. My one and only sexual encounter had been in the backseat of a piece of shit car on the night of my senior prom. My date had also been a virgin, so to say the experience left something to be desired, would be an understatement.

Suddenly, Kurt moved me back to the seat, as he quickly opened the driver's side door and got out, but then he reeled me right back in. Much the same as the pool table, he began to rub his hardness against me. I glanced around the parking lot, but it was pretty dark, so I didn't worry about the fact that my dress was hiked up. Then, without warning, Kurt pulled my panties to the side and touched me, intimately.

I gasped and he growled, "You're so wet for me. We need to take this inside before I fuck you right here in the parking lot."

I nodded and took his hand. He pulled me from the truck and we practically ran into the building. In the elevator, I had barely pushed the button for the fourth floor, when he spun me, pinning me to the wall. He tugged the front of my dress open and then stared openly at my breasts, in their black lace.

"I think you're the most perfect woman ever created." He growled, before lowering his head and taking one of my nipples into his mouth, through the lace. I gasped, never wanting these delicious sensations to end, but then the elevator dinged and Kurt put my dress back in place. This time, I took his hand and did the directing. I pulled him, down the hall, until we reached my apartment. I fumbled with the key so much that he ended up taking it and unlocked the door for me.

Seconds inside my apartment, I found my back pressed against the door and Kurt was back between my legs. He ran his hands up my thighs, under my dress, and over my hips. He hooked his fingers in the waist of my pants and yanked them down. I stepped out of them, gasping as he ran his hands over my bare ass. Then he fused his mouth over mine again, all the while he ran his hands over me. When one hand kept skimming the side of my breast, I whimpered, needing more.

If he wanted to tease me, then two could play at that game. I began to run my hands over him, purposing bypassing his growing erection. I tugged his shirt out of his waist band and unbuttoned the remaining buttons, before running my hands over his naked flesh and holy abs! This guy definitely worked out. I wanted to see him. So I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he peeled it the rest of the way off, then I hit the light switch beside me and my eyes widened. Damn.

"I want to taste you." I blurted.

Kurt coughed and said, almost sounding like he was in pain, "Um, you need to be more specific."

I smirked, "I want to taste all of you, but first..." I leaned forward and licked up his abs, before swirling my tongue around one of his nipples. I wasn't sure if he would like that, but he sucked in his breath, so I was taking that as a good sign. I grinned against his skin.

"You're teasing me." He growled and jerked my dress up, over my head. I now stood before him in nothing but my bra and a pair of boots. He growled again, "My God, you're beautiful."

I grabbed his face and pulled him down for another devouring kiss. If this is what it felt like to have a one-night stand, then no wonder Gloria indulged regularly. Although, I doubted that it was always like this. Kurt was amazing. He lifted one of my legs and directed it around his back, holding it there as he rubbed his jeans against my naked crotch. I was already ready to explode and we hadn't even made it to the bedroom yet.

With deft expertise he used one hand to unclip my bra and then removed it, all the while he kept swirling his hips against me. I was so close, but I couldn't let myself go yet. How embarrassing. The option to hold off, however, was taken from me when he tore his mouth from mine and clamped it over one of my nipples. He licked and nibbled, and my body exploded with delicious spasms, as I screamed, "Oh God, Kurt, oh God, yes!"

When I floated back down to earth, I could feel him grinning. He was pretty proud of himself and I was too sated to feel embarrassed. Instead, I reached for the snap of his jeans and quickly reached inside, freeing his throbbing erection. He was huge and for a brief moment I wondered how he was going to fit, but then he guided his hardness toward me, rubbing it against my clit. I moaned, feeling sensitive from my recent orgasm.

"Fuck! I don't have a condom." Kurt suddenly growled.

I sagged against him. "Shit, I don't either. Like I said before, I don't normally do this, so I'm not prepared. Wait!" I pulled from him and hurried down the hall, into the bathroom. I dug under the sink and found what I was looking for. When I straightened again, I held up a box of condoms, smiling, "I just remembered Gloria had put these here!"

Kurt's eyes were smoldering with heat, as he leaned against the doorjamb, "You're lucky you found those, because watching you run, naked, down the hall in only those boots...I was going to fuck you, with or without a condom."

I'm not sure who reached for whom, but the next thing I know, I found my naked butt hoisted onto the counter. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing.  Kurt then kissed me while he reached between my legs and began massaging until I was close to exploding again. Then he took the box of condoms, grabbed one, tore open the wrapper, and expertly rolled it on. I felt a twinge of nerves creep back into my brain at the thought of him fitting inside of me, but Kurt didn't give me any more time to dwell. He stepped between my legs, position himself, and pushed his way inside. It was tight, but it wasn't impossible. I felt him stretching me and while it was a little uncomfortable at first, I quickly began to feel a different kind of ache.  A delicious kind of ache.

"You ok? You're so tight, Baby." Kurt grunted.

I nodded, "I'm ok. Keep going."

A second later and Kurt was buried, completely inside of me. I felt fidgety and restless, so I began to rock my hips and holy hell that was a wonderful sensation. Kurt took over after that. While he held onto my butt he began to pump his hips, in and out, creating a delicious friction. With the tremors already starting, I knew it wouldn't take long for me and sure enough a few short minutes later, I screamed out with my second orgasm of the night. Kurt didn't let up his delightful assault. He picked me up, still connected to me, and maneuvered us into the hall, where he took me against the wall. He didn't allow his own release, until we collapsed onto my bed, where he had me ride him into oblivion.

We both slept for an hour or so, before he woke me and carried me into the shower. It was different in the shower. Whereas before, we'd both been frantic for each other. In the shower, Kurt kept things more slow and sensual. It felt like we were making love, instead of just fucking. It was nice. Too nice. I had to force my heart to stop pitter-pattering for him. This was a one-night affair. Nothing more. I needed to keep reminding myself.  After making love to me in the shower, he carried me back to my bed. I didn't think I could take anymore, but his tongue between my legs quickly proved me wrong and then we made love again. This time when we fell asleep, I didn't wake up until morning and by then, Kurt was gone.