Jessie cringed. Getting her coat from the coat check girl, she stuffed the condom inside her bag and made sure her phone was turned on. Even sloppy-drunk, she was still sort of cautious.
As she put on her coat, the bottom still slightly damp from her incident earlier, uncertainty hit, and she began to wonder if going off with a stranger was a bad idea. But then she stepped out into the frigid air…and saw him.
He was standing with his back to her, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans and his shoulders bunched up like he was extremely cold, even in his thick, dark jacket. Leaning on one hip, he looked out over the street, watching the cars and people. His faded jeans perfectly highlighted his backside, and desire instantly trumped every other emotion in Jessie’s head. As if he felt her approaching, her date turned, and those sea-green eyes locked onto hers. She knew right then, only good things were going to happen tonight. Really, really good things.
He smiled when he saw her, relief over her showing clear on his face. She walked up to him, as seductively as her drunken steps allowed, and tossed her arms around his neck. Their lips reunited, cold from the outside weather, but warming with their hot breath and needy, frantic movements. His hand slipped inside her trench coat while hers ran though his hair. She groaned when his palm cupped her bottom. If only their clothes weren’t in the way.
“Where?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. His response was a rough grunt as he started pulling her up the street.
It was the longest couple of blocks that Jessie had ever walked with someone. It didn’t help their progress any that they often stopped to lean against walls or railings, or in some cases, shop windows. And it didn’t help that every time he pressed against her, he seemed to be even harder, even more ready for her. And God, was she ready for him too.
Just as she was considering pushing him into an alley and having her way with him right there, he pulled her toward a flight of steps leading up to an apartment building. He fumbled in his jacket for his keys, his mouth still firmly locked on hers. Somehow he managed to open the entryway door and step inside. They walked into a nearby elevator, and Jessie immediately began taking off his jacket. As the metal contraption lifted them into the air, he pressed her against the back wall and nuzzled her neck.
His jacket in one hand, he pulled her out of the elevator when it dinged open. As she leaned against him, rubbing the front of his jeans, he tried to unlock his door without closing his eyes. Grunting in frustration, he nearly broke the door in his eagerness to open it. Jessie gasped when he roughly pulled her through it, and then groaned when he immediately closed the door and pushed her back against it.
After her coat was ripped off, Jessie unslung her bag and tossed it somewhere into the apartment. His hands moved over her body, clenching and unclenching the fabric of her dress like he wanted to tear it off her as well. Eyes and voice needy, he exhaled, “God, I want you.”
Alcohol, anticipation, excitement, and a surge of lust rushed through her. “I want you too.” Bringing her fingers to the waistband of his jeans, she muttered to herself, “God, I hope you’re packing. I don’t need another Jeremy.”
He only had time to murmur, “I…um…”, before she had his jeans unzipped and her hand inside his underwear. Much to her relief, he was hard, thick, and delightfully sized. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed. Her philandering ex-boyfriend had frequently been none of those things.