Belle

Belle

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

"One Night Stand, or Something More?" ~Maddie Love ( I have no clue where I shall go with this, but as soon as I do, I'll post. )

Summary

"One Night Stand, or Something More?" ~Maddie Love
( I have no clue where I shall go with this, but as soon as I do, I'll post. )

Chapter1 (v.1) - Belle

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"One Night Stand, or Something More?" ~Maddie Love ( I have no clue where I shall go with this, but as soon as I do, I'll post. )

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 11, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 11, 2014

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A/N: I know... I'm shit. I'm MIA for like a month and a half and come back with something new? It's not like that, though. I'm still writing "Clesme" scenes, it just takes longer when I have a whole bunch of ideas flowing through this brain of mind. Which brings me to my next point. I've officially joined an Erotica Writing Club/Class. GASP, I know right? But, that's mainly where all my energy has been focused lately, well there and summer classes anyways. But, we had an assignment of some sort, and we had to write a 3000 word short story or chapter or something with the theme "One Night Stand or Something More ?", and before I turned it in I juss wanted to get some critical feedback from you guys, just in case I should have the need to change something. So, without further ado, I give you Belle.

 

Chapter One: A Set-up

 

Hannah took another shot of the tequila in front of her, feeling the burning freedom in her chest. It seemed the more she drank, the more she seemed to forget her troubles. The heart-broken girl that walked into the bar an hour or so ago left 16 and a half shots ago. She raised her glass to the bartender, signaling another round, and hummed along to the song blasting in the stereo. Her mind was finally clear, and she could barely even feel herself anymore. It’s just what she wanted, not to be able to feel anything.

The seat next to her became occupied by a young dark haired fellow. She turned to him and tried to focus in on his face, but only succeeded in passing the stranger zone and getting almost nose to nose with him.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. It’s just that the room won’t stop spinning so I can see you clearly.” She slurred, her southern drawl standing out against her drunkenness.

“No, I don’t mind being the center of a pretty girl’s attention.” His voice was distinct and weird, irish maybe, she couldn’t tell. Hell, she didn’t even know what state she was in right now.

“He’s a charmer I see.” She downed another shot, and licked the salt from the rim of the cup.

“Only when I’m looking for someone to take home with me tonight.” Hannah giggled nonchalantly, she may have been drunk, but she was not in the mood for a one night stand.

“And forward too, you’re just the whole package.” She finally focused enough on him to perceive his facial features. His face was carved with skill, round and soft jaw lined, like a baby. His skin was porcelain smooth looking and fairly pale which illuminated his smoking grey eyes, and made his dark curly mess of a hair seem even darker.

“I don’t think any woman has ever been disappointed by the full package I provide.” He leaned over and nudged her, as if to send the punch line.

“I may be drunk, but I’m not stupid. Even I know not to sleep with a man I met at a cheap musty old bar, no offense Barkeep.” She threw back another shot of tequila, enjoying the burning sensation in her chest.

“And what if I didn’t want to sleep with you.” Hannah scoffed mixing around the liquid in another shot glass.

“We both know that’s a very false scenario.” She stated matter of factly.

“But, what if? What if I just wanted to take you on a date, and woo you. Would you consider it then.” His hand crept incredibly close to hers. She turned to face him head on.

“I don’t even know your name.” She squinted her eyes in the most menacing way she could, but she probably just looked like an old chinese woman.

“It’s Christian, but everyone calls me Chris. Well, everyone except for my mother.” He chuckled at the thought of his mother. Hannah gave him another once over and tried to think over the decision she was about to make, but failed to even care.

“I’m Hannah, but everyone calls me Hannah.” She hiccupped suddenly, and held her chest to overcome the hard impact. She drowned her throat in another shot of tequila soon after.

“Hannah, huh? That’s such a beautiful name.”

“What compelled you to come over here? I mean, what do you even see in me?” She blurted out.

 “Do you say that to all the guys you meet at the bar?” He looked amusingly at her, awaiting her response.

“No. I don’t usually pick up guys from bars.” She stared straight ahead, looking at the bottles of different liquors sitting on the polished wooden shelf. There was a short pause.

“I can’t really pinpoint whether it was the way your hair turns a strawberry blonde under the warm fluorescent lights in here, or the way your beautiful green eyes shimmer when you laugh and make the freckles that fall over the bridge of your nose stand out. Or maybe its just that you really make a tank top and cut-off denims look really sexy, because seeing you strut in here with your cowboy boots and county girl style definitely turns me on.”

 Hannah turned to him, looking deep into him eyes. After about an hour of having a clear mind, she couldn't seem to process all the thoughts running through it now. Right now, at this moment, she figured that he was exactly what she needed. She didn’t care that she’d just gotten out of a relationship, she didn’t care that this choice she was making was made solely on the mindset of her intoxicated brain cells. Her arms moved on their own accord to hold on to his shoulders and pull herself down and between his legs. She moved her hands up and caressed his face before pulling herself up to his ear.

 “You can do whatever you want to me.” With that, Chris glided his hands down her body, feeling her hourglass frame and nearly dying. The strain in his pants would break his zipper if he didn’t take care of it soon. Hannah glided her hand down his muscled arm and gripped his hand, pulling him towards the door.

“C’mon, I live around here.” He thanked God in heaven for tonight, and every day after. She pulled him out of the bar and into the warmness of the night. She turned and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him as close as possible finally landing her plush lips on his. As she led the way, walking backwards, she guided his hands down her body and planted them on her soft round ass cheeks. Her drunken horny laugh further turned him on.

She led them to a large apartment complex, with cottage like townhouses connected. She walked ahead of him, making sure to give him a show of her ass as she walked. Hannah got up to the door of a red brick townhome and jammed the key in the lock. Chris came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist scattering her mind again. He succled on her skin as she pushed open the door nearling falling inside the house. She laughed hysterically as Chris closed the door and pushed her into the wall, pressing his lips to hers and leading a sensual tango of their tongues.

Hannah tugged at the hem of his shirt and gently pulled it up, where Chris came in and pulled it completely off. She ran her hands over his chest letting her nails rake over his warm skin. She moaned as he bit the skin on her neck, probably leaving a hickey in its place,

“Hannah! What the hell?” Chris let up and looked over to see some blonde beach bum type of guy staring menacingly at him, like he’d snap at any moment.

“Danny, what are you doing here?” She stood in front of Chris facing Danny head on. Her mind was still reeling, and for a moment, she thought she was dreaming.

“What do you mean? I came here to see you.” He showed mock compassion in his words.

“Danny, we’re through. I told you that, you can’t keep coming here! So, get the hell out!”

“Get the hell out? Where would I go? I want to be with you.” As he said that, he peeked over her and locked eyes with Chris, sending him another death stare.

“Why don’t you go over to that bitch Kerry’s? I see she makes you a lot more happy than I do.” Chris really didn’t want to be in the middle of this, but he did want to be in the middle of those soft creamy thighs that belonged to the beautiful southern belle in front of him.

“It not what you think Hannah, believe me.” This was really turning pathetic.

 “Danny, just leave. You’re making a fool of yourself.” Hannah held her hands up to her head, eventually running her fingers through her hair.

 “Hannah, please don’t do this.”

“Dude, she wants you to leave, just go.” Chris chimed in, hoping to speed along the process.

 “Who the hell are you to tell me what the fuck to do? Huh? The one-night stand she needs to fuel away the pain?” Danny had walked around Hannah, moving in closer to Chris with each word.

 “Listen up blondie, this is how this is gunna go. You are gunna walk outta here. I’m gunna have the chance to take this lovely lady right here, who you’ve seemed to mentally fuck up for a few months, upstairs and replace you. And probably to a better job of ensuring her trust than you, in more places than one. So please, leave.”

The first punch was a bit of a shock, and Hannah wasn’t sure how to react. Danny clocked Chris in the jaw, and it barely knocked him off-balance. Chris’ throw was more professional, hitting Danny square in the nose. Blood drained from Danny’s nose as he fell back into the door letting out a cry of agony on the way down. Hannah was speechless, she wanted to yell or scream or something, but the sounds never left her throat. This wasn’t really happening, this was just her whirling drunken imagination.

Before she could even assess her own theory, Danny attacked Chris, sending them both sailing to the ground at Hannah’s feet. Danny took wild punches at Chris’ face and Chris took one skilled throw at Danny’s jaw, knocking him over.  He fell to the side sprawling on the linoleum of the foyer. He held onto his jaw and scooted away from Chris, moving towards the door.

“Yes, please leave.” Chris suggested, gesturing to the door. With that, Danny took one last lingering look at the two and slammed the door behind him.

“I-is he okay?” Hannah finally croaked. Chris groaned, massaging his face and trying to sit up. Hannah was quickly down beside him, holding his muscled back leaning him forward.

“No, of course not. He’ll be fine, I think.” Hannah moved beside him and searched his face, his eye was bruised pretty bad and his bottom lip was stained with his own blood. She felt bad, terrible, she shouldn’t have brought him here.

“God, I’m so sorry Chris. This is all my fault.” Her tequila effects were drowning her head, and she found it hard to sound as sincere as she felt.

“No, no it isn’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t cry, please.” Hannah hadn’t even noticed the tears strolling down her face. Chris pulled her into a hug, holding her tight. Hannah moved more towards him, straddling his waist. Her hands traveled down his back pressing her palms into his firm muscles.

 “You seem tense.” She whispered in his ear, moving her hands up to his shoulder blades gently massaging them. “Let me give you a massage.” Chris groaned at the thought of her kissing and massaging all the kinks in his back away. He stood and let her lead him into her bedroom, the room was warm and inviting. “Lay on your stomach on the bed.” He happily obliged, taking his shoes and socks off before settling on the cloud-like bed. He watched her scamper around the room, lighting candles and gathering oils and lotions, finally she pulled her tank-top off, kicked off her boots, and turned the overhead light off, letting the candles illuminate the room.

“Are you ready?” She asked, and he watched her nodded slightly. She pulled off her shorts and Chris admired her beautiful frame. Her skin glowed in the warm light of the candle-lit room and she climbed onto the bed, straddling his back. Her hands glided over his back and she started at his shoulders, pressing her palms into his flesh. She added some ginger smelling oil onto her hands and continued rubbing away his stress. Chris let out a pleasured groan. She continued her journey downward, pressing her thumbs in all the right places making Chris practically drool in pleasure. Being able to please him this much was arousing her more than it should. She was afraid that the wetness between her legs would seep through the skimpy thong she was wearing. She hopped off of him like hot coal.

“All done.” She tried to scamper away, toward the bathroom, but Chris caught her arm.

“Where are you going?” She turned towards him and caught his half lidded gaze. “I haven’t even repaid you yet.” Her heart raced as he circled her wrist with his thumb.

“R-repay me?” He pulled her closer and moved from the bed before bending her over the footboard. He pulled at the lacy black thong before pulling the soaked fabric up, rubbing it against her sensitive clit. She moaned, twisting the blankets under her. He drifted his fingers over her swollen privates through the fabric of her thong.

“You’re so wet.” Hannah slightly whimpered as he pushed down her thong and traced along the folds of her pussy. He dipped two of his finger into her dripping hot core and she cried out. “And so fucking tight.” Chris pumped his fingers diligently in and out of her, stretching her. He curled his fingers inside her, quickly finding her G-spot. She bucked against his fingers yelling and begging for more. Honestly, he didn’t expect for her to be a screamer. He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, tasting the sweet tanginess of her.

Then, Chris got level with her. Tracing her thighs and ass with his tongue until he reached her womanliness where he teased her, dipping in and out of her core quickly, and licking over her clit. Her moans fueled his fire for her, and they continued to grow. She was certainly at the peak of her climax. He was willing to bring her there, he dipped his fingers back into her and she arched her back, crying out again.

“Oh, Chris, please!” Her labored breathing told him that she was so close to it. He tongued with her clit and sped up his fingers, curling them once more. Hannah tightened significantly on Chris’ fingers, screaming out his name and grabbing onto anything she could get her hands on until she finally her knees buckled. Chris let up and she slid down the bed next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He had literally drained her for all she had.

“That good, huh?” He inquired, and Hannah chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, it’s that good.”

 

3 Months Later…

 

“You’re too good for him, Hannah.” Quinn, Hannah’s lifelong best friend, stated, pouting her lush red colored lips. She flipped her blonde hair behind her and took another sip of her pink lemonade.

“Quinn, you could at least be happy for me. I was happy for you when you and Eric got back together.”

“Yeah, but me and Eric weren’t fucking for three months before we decided that we wanted ‘more than just sex’.” She had a point there, but Chris really wanted to be with her more than on a sexual level. She knew that for a fact.

“You don’t know Chris like I do, Q.” Hannah smiled at the thought of him.

“And you do? You know his dick, better than you know him.” Hannah rolled her eyes.

“Speaking of him, I’ve gotta go bring him his lunch.” With that Hannah stood up, grabbing the takeaway container provided by the waiter and stepping away before stepping back toward Quinn.

“In case you haven’t realized, I’m going dutch.” And before Quinn could retaliate, Hannah took off out of the restaurant. The office Chris worked at was almost literally around the corner so she decided to walk. Honestly, she wished she’d worn her tank top instead of this plaid button up, and shorts instead of jeans. She pulled her hair to one side, and pushed opened the door to the building.

She passed the secretary with the usual nod, “Hey Aaron.”

“Miss Odair.” She strided over to the elevator, hearing the echo of her boots on the waxed floors. She rode the elevator alone, and got off on the eighteenth floor and made her way down to Chris’ office space.

Hannah knocked three times on the door, a signaling code between the two. She heard him shuffling before he opened the door.

“Hey beautiful, what’s for lunch?” He stood in the door with his curly hair in a messy ponytail, and a pencil stuck behind his ear. He moved out of the way and she slipped through the small opening he made, and palmed her ass as she did.

“Hey Sugar, I think it’s chicken salad and asparagus.” Chris moved behind her and gently tugged at the buttons on her shirt.

“God, your accent is so sexy.” He whispered in her ear before nibbling on it. Hannah only moaned in response. Chris finally got the last button and pulled the shirt from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He kissed her skin in the crook of her neck and he glided his hands down her body and to her jeans, more specifically her womanhood.

“Oh, Chris. Wait, don’t you have a schedule to keep today?”. Hannah leaned more into him, letting her hands roam up to his neck, keeping him firmly attached to her back.

“No, I don’t have another appointment until five.” He popped the button on her jeans and they both burst into laughter. Hannah pulled away from him and turned, facing him and still laughing.

“Are you serious? These are my favorite jeans.” Chris chuckled, holding her body as he walked them over to the desk behind them. He picked her up and sat her on it.

“So, I’ll get you another pair.” With that, he locked lips with Hannah, pulling her as close as possible.She locked her legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on. Moaning, Hannah pulled away.

“Wait, wait-” Hannah started.

 “What? Did I do something wrong?” Chris furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, of course not. Are we still on for tonight?” She put her hands on his chest, keeping him away.

 “Yeah, Salena’s at eight. I remember.” He exasperated.

“Good.” Hannah pulled his shirt up and off before his lips were back on hers and she was kicking off her boots and his hands were pulling the jeans from her legs. She worked on his jeans, fiddling with the metal button. She really didn’t want to wait, she wanted him. She wanted him slamming in and out of her, reaching all the places only he knew how to. She was soaking her own panties just thinking about it.

Chris unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her body, throwing it somewhere. With her perky breast exposed, he could barely think. He just wanted to lick, and fondle them, let them fill his hands.

“Chris, please.” Her voice picked him out of his imagination, and the grinding she was doing against him helped too. “Please.” God, he loved it when she begged. He drifted his hand over her panties feeling the soaked fabric. He loved how wet she got for him, he loved the way she squirmed when he teased her. He couldn’t name one thing he didn’t love about her.

“Please? Please what?” He kissed her arms up to her shoulders and back letting his hands continue to tease her.

“Please, please just give me what I need.” She pulled him close, she was aching for him to pleasure her to the nines, no, the tens. He briskly pushed his jeans and boxers down, before ripping her panties from her body.

Chris finally slammed into her pulsing core, making her cry out. She leaned back against the wall behind her and arched her back, accessing more of him. He stretched her and reached her most intimate places. He kept a steady pace, trying to be a gentleman about the situation. Hannah met him for every thrust, tightening her legs on his waist.

“Chris, please. You can use your ‘gentle card’ another time, just not now.” Chris chuckled, finding her crazy hornyness vividly humorous.

He readjusted their position before giving in to her demands. Slamming into her, he caught her holding in a scream. He leaned into her ear, placing his arms on either side of her body.

“You don’t have to be quiet, babe.” She only moaned, leaning her head against the wall. She bit her lip as hard as she could. “Come on, let it out. I wanna hear you scream.” Chris taunted her with skill, but she wasn’t giving in.

He picked up his pace a little more, and rolled his hips with each advance. Her body responded animately, arching and grasping him. She moaned reluctantly through gritted teeth, and gave in as he found the spot in her that sent her rocketing to the edge. Hannah bellowed out a moan that turned more into a shriek. She felt her body jerk suddenly and sudden wave of heat wash over her. She hadn’t even acknowledged the screaming she was doing, and honestly she didn’t even care. Chris hadn’t exactly stopped his movements, he continued to delve into her pulsing sensitive core, triggering another orgasm.

A sheer coat of sweat damped his warm skin, and his thrusts were always skillful. He could feel his own release building up. He got a little rougher with her, moving her legs from his waist to over his shoulders, going faster and pushing harder.

“Dammit Christian! More, please, more!” She was close to another climax, so close she could feel it inching more and more, closer and closer.

Chris grabbed onto her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, before pushing all of himself into her. Another pleasured moan, he pulled back and pushed again. Her muscles clenched around him, and that was all he needed. He groaned as her pulsing core milked him for all he was worth, spilling himself into her. Before he could revel in the wonderful “after-sex” glee, he pulled back, and pulled his bottoms back on.

“Shit, what time is it?” Hannah asked lazily, stretching and massaging her legs.

 “Half past four, why?” He threw his shirt back on and “re-ponied” his pony tail.

“I’m gunna be so late. Where the hell are my panties?” Chris easily spotted the ripped fabric and offered them to her. She glared at him but took them anyways. She glided her jeans on without them and threw on her button up without her bra.

“Late for what? I thought we didn’t have to be at Salena’s ‘till eight.” He walked up to her and helped her button up the shirt.

“No, you don’t have to be there ‘till eight. I’m helping decorate and cook, we wanted Mom to have a really good party y’know? Hopefully you won’t give her a heart-attack.” She stepped into her boots and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “Don’t forget, we’re wearing grey. So, put on those nice oxfords and that grey blazer. And dress it up!”

With that she was out of the door, and as if on time, Aaron the Secretary came through on his office phone.

“Mr. Davis, your four forty-five is here.” Chris sighed, and pressed the response button.

 “Send ‘em up. Thanks Aaron.”


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