M.Leon: One Night Stands

"Thanks for tonight." You smiled, pulling your trousers up and fastening the button."Are you sure you can't stay?""No, I have things to do today. You were great, Emily." You reassured the naked blonde who was giving you those eyes."Ellie. My name is Ellie.""Sorry. What did I say? I'm so sleepy."

Yet another save after yet another passionate night.

"You should go. My parents will be home soon." You panted."Your parents live with you?" The brunette raised her eyebrows."Yeah, didn't I mention that?""No, but I should go in that case. Can I get your number?""Sorry, I'm not looking for another serious right now.""It's just last night you said...""Yeah, but I feel like you deserve so much more than what I can offer right now. I know where to find you if I ever feel like I'm in a better place." You smiled, irritated at her persistence.

Yet another regret after another passionate night.

"Where are you going?" The voice beside you croaked."I've got to go. Family emergency.""Oh, is everything okay? Do you need anything?""No, I'm good. Thanks for last night.""I really hope you'll be okay.""Should be fine."

Another excuse after another passionate night.

You were an expert at this by now. Perhaps it wasn't fair to these women, and sometimes you genuinely hated yourself for it. Some of them had been looking for the same thing as you—just a one-night type of setup—but some of them had been so hopeful that you wouldn't walk away the following morning.

Maybe it was a little narcissism in you, but you didn't blame yourself for being so emotionally unavailable. No, you blamed no one but your ex.

You'd been together just over a year, and you were sickeningly in love with every aspect of her being. The two of you just couldn't stop arguing, though, and one day she vanished. Well, from your life, not completely. You spent months trying to work out what her motive was, only to be dealt a devastating blow one night at a crowded house party when a friend of a friend told you that she had already begun another relationship before she left you.

So, rather than telling her what you thought of her or being the mature adult you thought were and attending therapy, you decided to prove that nothing could hurt you... because you simply didn't care enough about people.

Your friends came to terms with the new you pretty quickly, wanting to support you in anything that prevented you from going back to your ex.

The only time they had ever intervened in your night-time rendezvous was when you attempted to sweet talk one of their boyfriend's cousins into coming home with you. They had immediately halted your actions, not wanting you to cross the line between it being none of their business and your actions having a direct impact on your friendships.

Holidays were the worst. They went the same way every year: you'd all travel to the destination together, and you'd spend your daytimes being your old self with them, but come the evenings, you'd head to the local clubs, and you'd disappear until they covered their ears heard you that evening or they witnessed you coming back to the apartment after doing the walk of shame pride the next morning.

This holiday in Ibiza had been no different. Having arrived just three days ago, you'd spent two nights elsewhere and one night causing them to have to put their pillows over their heads in an effort to not get a running commentary on your love life.

But you'd promised them at least one girls night.

Girls night was essentially code for you not fucking off at some point of the night and ignoring their existence in an attempt to up your body count further.

As much as you pretended to enjoy the life you lived, you didn't really. You craved some kind of affection that didn't come in the form of a hand on your shoulder to steady themselves or something deeper than an awkward conversation the next morning.

That was on the inside, though, and that didn't count. That's what you told yourself anyway.

As usual, your presence in the room attracted attention when you entered the club. You batted it off, though, knowing that if anything in your life had your undivided commitment, it was your friendship with the group of girls that had helped you through everything you had ever faced.

You spent the night laughing and dancing with your friends, sharing genuine smiles with them, and feeling the sense of freedom that came with being able to be your true self for one night.

Until you went to the bar for refills.

A brunette you wished you'd set eyes on during any other night than girls night came flying into your back. You noticed the tattoos first, particularly the one spread across her neck. Then muscular legs. Then the fashion sense. And then... the voice.

"Sorry about that."

She wasn't sorry at all.

"It's fine.""Did I hurt you?""No."

Kinda.

"Can I buy you a drink to make it up to you?"

And then take you home.

"It's fine." You smiled."Your eyes are beautiful. I've never seen eyes so bright."

She used that line on everyone.

"How many people have you said that to?" You chuckled."Just you."

She was lying but tonight wasn't about that.

"Well, I'm flattered but we're having a girls night so no such luck for you."

She pulled a sad face, still following through on her offer of buying you a drink anyway, before turning to walk away and leaving your eyes to follow her across the room.

You shook your head in disbelief that you seemed to have met your match and then returned to your friends, who were standing with their mouths agape.

"What? I told her it was girls night. I swear!" You protested."Do you know who that was?" One of your group practically screamed."No?""Mapi fucking León!""I'm not following?" You chuckled."Spanish player? Barcelona? Literally took the biggest stand against the Spanish federation and refused to go to the World Cup? How have you not seen this?!"

You continued handing out the drinks around the group, your eyes trailing over to the brunette in the corner discreetly as she made no secret of the fact she was looking right back at you.

"Oh my god, she's staring at you. Why did you fob her off?!" Your friend groaned."It's girls night." You shrugged."Exactly. And we are your girls. If you think we're going to stand in the way of you and Mapi, queen of Spain, you have seriously underestimated how much we love you.""Is this a test?" You chuckled."No!" They shouted collectively.

You sighed, confused at the logic they had. They had reminded you all week that tonight was the one night you were forbidden from doing this, yet here they were pushing you into the arms of someone who looked to be just as much of a player as you were.

"Look, for the last few years we've watched you leave clubs with people like Taylor who works in finance. Forgive us if we want to have a person to be excited about for once." Your best friend rolled her eyes."What was wrong with Taylor who worked in finance?" You raised an eyebrow."Apart from the fact that she spoke about tax brackets and interest rates as some kind of foreplay on the dance floor?""Yeah. That was weird, I guess."

You continued with your night, this time not batting away the attention of Mapi when it came again. She wasn't pushy, which you liked. She just made no secret that she still thought you were the one she wanted to take home from this club tonight. You knew you had to invite her to make a second attempt with you, heading to the bar for another drink when you saw she was standing there too.

"I can get that for you, no strings. Just a drink for the most beautiful person here." She smiled."You really think I'm falling for your charm, don't you?" You laughed sarcastically."My charm? I mean every word." She looked at you through hooded eyelids, the same look you gave people who questioned your authenticity."And let me guess... you can't wait to cook me breakfast in the morning? We don't even have to do anything because you just want to spend time with me alone? You feel this instant attraction to me and you don't know why but it's giving you butterflies and you really want to explore it?"

You'd caught her. She could maybe salvage this, though.

"You sound like someone who thinks they're the best at that." She smirked."That? You can't even say the word but you think you might be better than me, yeah?""I can say the word." She protested."Doesn't seem that way.""Fucking. Fucking fucking fucking."

Your hand snapped towards her mouth to silence her, shushing sounds leaving your own lips.

"Are you embarrassed? Don't you want them to know I'll be fucking you soon?"

God, you hated that you probably sounded like her when you interacted with women.

"Who said you would be?" You scrunched your nose up."That's okay. I guess that settles it, I'm obviously the better of us. I don't blame you for not wanting to embarrass yourself, though."

She was good.

"I didn't say no." You answered sternly."I can't leave with you. It's too risky. I'll give you my address?"

You scoffed at her assumption that not saying no meant yes but realistically, in this instance, it did. This would be okay, right? You could just give your friends the address before you left so they'd know where you were?

"Okay fine, if you're that desperate to have me." You chuckled."Oh, babe. We don't even have to do that, I just want to fall in love with you." She replied playfully.

She wrote her address in your phone before turning away, like she didn't even know you. She made no urgent move to leave, instead just enjoying the end of her drink with her friends at an agonising pace. You slyly gave the address to your friends; better safe than sorry.

When she did exit the club, your own stubbornness kicked in. You ordered another drink, requested a song from the DJ, and pulled your friends up to dance. You didn't know exactly how long you had dragged this out, but you were sure it had been at least half an hour. You finally headed for a taxi, your friends telling you to give the performance of a lifetime.

You intended to.

The taxi took you to a secluded house a few miles outside of the town centre. Had it not been for the celebrity status she clearly held, you might've feared for your safety being somewhere so remote with a stranger. The house was big—not flashy—but not smaller than you expected either. You paid the driver, stepping out of the cab and noticing as the front door opened slowly before the brunette appeared in shorts and a sports bra.

You knew then not to expect any small talk.

And you were right. No sooner were you through the front door before she had crashed her lips against yours and was making quick work of pulling your top upwards and your trousers downwards. You pushed her shorts off her hips, listening as the fabric hit the floor with a gentle thud, and she stepped out of them.

You fully intended to take control, but before you could even think, Mapi had pushed you into the downstairs bedroom and had you pressed against the wall, feet dangling off the floor.

"We need a safe word." She husked.

You were caught unaware with that one; she had come across as such a dick that the idea that she took time to think about you both feeling safe was unfathomable to you. Pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah, that's a good idea.""Should we just use..." Her eyes searched around the room."Medal?" You cut in, noticing the various medals on her walls."Okay, medal. We stop immediately if one of us uses it. Anything you don't want?" "I'll tell you if there is." You smiled, feeling a little more like towards this girl."Okay. Me too."

The undeniable desire that was simmering between the two of you was on the verge of igniting into a fully-fledged blaze. The overwhelming bubbling of your body's need for her became increasingly impossible to hide with each passing second. Your dilated pupils met hers, both mirroring the attraction. The heat from your body radiated towards her; she could almost taste the pent-up frustration you felt, and she knew she would taste it soon enough. You were certain that, with all the will in the world, the second she removed your underwear, the visible signs of excitement would dismantle any claims of not being bothered you made.

"You're really beautiful, by the way. I'm not sure I've told you that yet." You smiled.

She broke character for a minute at your sweet reassurance, giving you a chance to regain control as you pressed your lips forcefully against yours. You licked into her mouth, and she moaned before regaining her dominant mindset and shoving her tongue past yours. You grabbed hold of her hands, leading them to the places that were begging for that touch that you were sure would be intoxicating.

Once placed on your body, her hands moved slowly (painfully slowly) across each part of you. She brought them from your neck to your back, around to your stomach, teasingly skipping out where you assumed would be the next destination and instead moving to your thighs.

"You seem a little frantic there, everything okay?" She whispered against your lips."Stop stalling." You rolled your eyes."Do I need to shut you up, beautiful?" She teased.

Before you had a chance to respond, her hand came to your neck. Your heart fluttered slightly at the gentle caress she seemed to be giving you before she exerted an unannounced pressure that sent shivers down your spine. You knew you shouldn't, but you wanted more.

"Harder?" She panted, bringing her lower lip between her teeth.

You nodded, worried your voice would betray you. It was exhausting trying to focus on making your face align with the level of dissatisfaction you were attempting to fake. She squeezed harder, and you sensed her subtle attempt to gently part your legs with her knee, and you willingly obliged, allowing her to come closer this time. A soft whimper escaped your lips as her thigh delicately brushed against your most sensitive area, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body.

You craved more, your desire insatiable, as you pressed against her, feeling the power of her quad flex against you. The prominent bulge of her muscle heightened the friction between you, causing a surge of pleasure to escape your lips and your hips to thrust like they had a mind of their own.

"You've soaked right through your underwear." She husked."I'll be soaking more than my underwear if you stay still."

She emitted a low, seductive hum at your words as she pressed her forehead against yours. The delicate symphony of your own soft moans filled the room, the two of you sharing air as your shallow, quick breaths enveloped the limited space between your faces. You smirked, satisfied that this was just as delightful for her as it was for you. You found yourself desperately holding onto her strong shoulders, your fingers digging into her pressure points with such force that she felt she might crumble at some point.

"Think you can come like this?" She grunted, throat betraying her."Yes. Yes! Stay like that, please, please don't move." You begged embarrassingly, orgasm impending.

She moved her free hand to your shoulder, pinning your upper body more securely against the wall to let you move your hips more freely without the fear of falling. The dampness between your core and her leg made the glide across her skin even more enticing. With each deliberate grind, the tension intensified, leaving your jaw hanging open in anticipation. The noises leaving your mouth became louder, and each thrust of your hips angled to allow more focus on your clit as you waited for the imminent release of your orgasm.

The profanities that left your mouth when you came were some of the most aggressive words in the dictionary. Had you been at all cognisant, you probably would've been a little disgusted with yourself. You were responsive enough to feel Mapi's touch turn more delicate as you came down from your orgasm. She pressed soft kisses across your collarbone, a far cry from how she had been just seconds before.

"You still with me?" She murmured, forehead against your bare shoulder and lips brushing over your skin."Just about." You laughed quietly."Do you need anything? Water? A break?" She asked attentively."Me? I need you to set me down so I can return the favour." You leered.

She complied with your request, gently placing you on the floor, her touch lingering as she stood close to you until the jelly-like unsteadiness in your legs had subsided. You began to guide her backwards towards the bed, letting her flop onto the mattress with a gentle spring upwards. She used your hands to pull you on top of her, reconnecting your lips as if she had gone months without them.

Your hands sensually slid up her thighs, not needing much effort to spread them apart. You thought carefully about your next move, deciding that the best way to ensure she let you wear the strap you were sure she possessed later was to show her what you would do with it.

You could see her impatience growing as you settled yourself between her legs. She reached her hands to the back of your thighs in an attempt to pull you closer, but you dug your knees further into the mattress and tensed your muscles to keep yourself exactly where you were.

"You don't call the shots. Got it?" You added a small smile at the end incase this kind of talk wasn't her cup of tea."Say it again.""I'll move when I'm ready, got it?" You repeated with a little more firmness."Got it, I'm sorry."

You could see the shock in her own face that she had enjoyed that. You knew she had likely spent her previous endeavours playing the role of a dominant expert, and here she was melting underneath you.

Deciding not to hold off any longer, you swung your hips back, eagerly colliding yourself against her centre. You were sure she could feel the wetness of your previous orgasm intertwining with the wetness that witnessing that orgasm had given her. You also knew that the intense rubbing and teasing of both your bodies being covered by the thin materials of your underwear would drive her wild with desire, making her even more desperate for pleasure.

You continued with the action for a while, her body in such a state of arousal that it was unable to make noises. Instead, her head was arched backward, her neck almost bent in two, her legs had wrapped themselves around you, and her mouth was wide open. The crinkles around the edges of her eyes when she squeezed them shut drove you crazy.

"You feel so good beneath me." You panted into her ear."I know." She managed just the faintest sound of cockiness.

You chuckled as you moved off her just long enough to pull her underwear down her legs. She licked her lips as she watched your gaze fall to her centre, which was glistening so much that you were tempted to just dive into it with your tongue. But no, you had to make her fall apart like she had done with you.

She stopped you as you began to reposition yourself between her legs, hooking her fingers inside your underwear and sliding them down your thighs. You made quick work of lifting your legs up to remove them from your lower legs before feeling your cheeks go red at the sight of your own juices dripping onto the bedsheets.

She reached out to you, keeping the fingers of her left hand together and sliding them between your legs. She didn't attempt to do anything, really; she just let her flat fingers glide across the pool of wetness in between your folds. She let out a satisfied groan, her face contorting in pleasure as if she had never felt anything like this before. As her hand glided upwards, her middle finger made a little too much contact with your sensitive nub, causing you to jolt and tense your glutes in an attempt to dismiss her touch.

"You're sensitive, aren't you? You thought you were so..." She began, face smirking at you.

Knowing you were quickly turning to jelly again at her touch, you made the snap decision to plunge two fingers inside her without warning. The noise that came from her mouth was nothing compared to the wet, slapping sounds that were coming from further south.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed, voice croaky."Who's sensitive now?" You jeered.

You slowed your fingers down, letting them almost come to a halt inside her as you searched around for that spot of treasure. You knew you'd found it when she tensed her stomach, a shriek of excitement leaving the back of her throat.

"Here?" You wanted confirmation, not wanting to waste energy on the wrong place."Yes, but I can't do that. Many have tried." She chuckled."Many have told me they cant do that." You smirked cockily.

You let your wrist lock in position, moving your hand slowly up and down at first. You knew that the key to this was to take things slow, build her up to orgasm, and then hold off. Of course, you worried that you'd implied you would be the first to make her squirt, and perhaps she was part of the percentage that genuinely couldn't achieve that.

"Yes." She whispered faintly, hand coming to wrap around the side of your neck.

It didn't take many repetitive strokes before you felt her clenching around your hand. You stopped your movements, drawing your fingers out of her and pushing them back in. You had never witnessed someone so overcome with pleasure before. It wasn't the usual loud noises with her; she honestly seemed to just live for the feeling of sex. She didn't need to vocalise it; her face told you everything you needed to know. It was mesmerising.

Once she had calmed down, you pushed your fingers deeper inside her again. You located that spot much quicker this time, letting the tips of your fingers glide gently back and forth. Again, you switched to just sliding in and out of her when you felt she was getting too close.

The third time you pushed your fingers in deep, you attacked her with such strength and urgency that you were more focused on listening out for the safe word than you were on her face. She brought her hand to your wrist, and when you misread her intention and came to an abrupt stop, she had given you a resounding keep fucking going. That's when you knew you had succeeded; she was going to explode over your fingers, and you were about to witness it from directly above her.

"I think..." She breathed out, hips now rocking relentlessly with your thrusts."You aren't going to wet yourself. Just go with it." You chuckled gently, giving her a reassuring and heartfelt smile.

Within seconds of your promise to her, she finally let herself go enough for her body to live the mesmerising experience of that kind of orgasm. You continued to fuck her through it, being rewarded with another surge of liquid spilling from between her legs for your troubles.

She was spent, and you were thrilled. Her body lay almost lifeless beneath you, her chest rising and falling in laboured but deep breaths. You could see the beads of sweat on her forehead and the way her hands trembled as she brought them to her face to slick her hair back.

"I can't feel my body." She tremble and for a second you felt somewhat concerned."Are you okay?" You asked softly.

You weren't sure where it came from, but your hand came up to cup her cheek, your thumb grazing over her cheekbone. She closed her eyes at the feeling, letting out a content sigh.

"I thought you didn't do affection." She chuckled, eyes still closed."You looked like you needed it."

She relished the feeling of someone actually caring for her afterwards, even if she was always the one to prevent that happening. You relished the undeniable comfort of some form of non-sexual physical touch. Her breathing slowed gradually, her eyes finally prising open as that cheekiness appeared again in her eyes.

"You've used a strap before, right?" She stuck her tongue out at you playfully."I have, and I was so hoping you had one."

That surge of heat between your legs was back again, hand snapping back from her face and body rolling off her in hopes she would move with urgency to pull it from whatever drawer it was stuffed inside. You watched as she roamed her room completely naked—no insecurity in sight. She reached into a drawer on the opposite side of the room, laughing to herself as she dug through it.

"What?" You asked, feeling slightly attacked by her laughter."I was going to ask if we needed this but I don't think we do." She held up a bottle of lube.

You moved your hand between your legs, biting your lip seductively as you touched herself for her viewing.

"No, I don't think so." You smirked.

Suddenly, she was fumbling with the straps, unable to do anything as quickly as she wanted to.

"Take your hand away and lie the fuck down." She demanded.

You were in for the ride of your life... literally.