Last Night

A/N: I’ve been having writers block with one of my stories so I decided to write a ONE SHOT for the hell of it. I hope you like it.
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Warning: this story contains…sex.
*gasp*


Last Night.


I had been staying at this stupid hotel for the past five days. Why? That’s another story to which I don’t have the time nor patience to go into right now. The air conditioner so far had gone out three times, the shower pressure sucked and of course the hair dryer didn’t work properly. Things were going great.

But on the plus side, there was a bar -well stocked and there was even a little band that played. It was relaxing after a long day at work, to say the least. I had gone down there every night after work, had a couple glasses of wine and listened to the band play the island music that was clearly out of place at the hotel. But who am I to complain?

Today was awful too. My boss had been riding my ass all day about a stupid project that HE should have been working on in the first place and I heard nothing but complaints about my workers. So, I made my way down to the bar and slouched in a barstool, cradling my aching head. It was like a damn screwdriver was being lodged into my temple. Such a lovely feeling.

“You look like you could use a shot” someone said quietly beside me. The voice was deep and penetrating, touching the base of my spine and spread goose bumps along my arms.

I looked up and bit my bottom lip, smoothing my hair out of nervousness. I had seen him down at the bar a few times when I had been there. He was usually in a dark corner, nursing a beer and watching the patrons. Last night we made eye contact and it felt like he was undressing me with his baby blues, touching me and flooding my body to the point where I had to look away, embarrassed that I was probably flushed. He was gorgeous.

“I guess you could say that” I tried to reply as coolly as I could. He smirked his damn near perfect lips and slid an arm around my shoulders, dipping in next to my ear.

“I’ve seen you quite a few times here. How long are you staying?”

“This is my last night” I whispered back.

His lips pressed against the shell of my ear, he nipped gently at the lobe and ran his fingers down my arm. I tensed slightly, aware of some of the patrons staring and the fact that I didn’t even know this man’s name and he was coming on so strongly! He finished with a kiss on my neck and dropped his hand to my waist.

“You seem tense”

“Well, I don’t even know your name and you don’t know mine.” I replied sharply, trying so desperately to convince myself that I wasn’t enjoying this. “I’ve had a long day and I want to sleep”

“Then why are you down here?” he motioned to the bar with his free hand.

I didn’t reply but asked the bartender for a mixed drink. Something fruity and strong- I was going to need it. “I wanted a drink before heading up to bed”

The man stood up and grabbed my hand gently, making me stand to my feet as well -he had to be well over six feet tall. His sculpted frame grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and my drink, paying the bartender without a word then looked expectantly at me. What was he on about?

“I’ll help you to your room”

But we didn’t make it to my room. As of now he had me pinned up next to the ice machine, one of my legs draped over his hip, the other held by his arm. He was assaulting my neck with his lips and tongue, while pushing his jean clad erection against my center. A jolt of electricity surged through my body as I whimpered for more, practically clawing at his covered back, trying to get some kind of release. He pushed against me harder, biting my neck a little rougher and I cried out louder than expected -he quickly hushed my lips with his, kissing me deeply. His tongue mimicked the movements of his hips in a deliberate promise of things to come -pure primal lust and satisfaction.

And I still didn’t know his name.

I felt my toes tingle, the sensation going up my legs, spreading throughout my whole body as I clung to him desperately, rocking my hips against his, feeling that sweet feeling in my gut as I arched my back and groaned, my body letting itself go as he gripped my breasts through my blouse, licking and sucking my neck; it was amazing.

“Where’s your room?” He grunted out, slowing down his movements and touches… denying me of an orgasm. I shuddered and sighed in disappointment.

“310” I whispered.

It was all a blur. I barely recognized the hallway as I pressed my body close to his, getting as much friction as I could. It was almost as if I were in a trance state while I handed him my key to my room. He pulled me inside and pushed me against the closed door, fumbling to get my dress pants off.

I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his hard chest and arms. I grinned. Tracing his collarbone with my tongue and gliding my fingernails down his sides. He tasted good and reacted to my touch in a way that had me power-tripping like crazy.

My pants slid down my legs, making a polyester puddle around my ankles before I stepped out of them. Leaving me in my blouse, white lace panties and heels. He smirked devilishly, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, button by button, his pelvis pushed against mine in a deliciously evil sort of way. I wanted him too much. He was torturing me.

And I didn’t even know his name.

There went my blouse. Silk. Expensive. I didn’t care. It fell to the floor, sliding off my arms like liquid before I led him to my temporary bed. Its funny how I always got grossed out by hotel beds anyways, just because everyone knows what goes on in hotels.

I felt his hands trace over my thighs and stomach after he pushed me gently onto the bed. His tongue eased over my skin, dipping and flicking in the most erotic ways, making me react and run my fingers through his hair. He was so good. I closed my eyes as he slid my panties down my legs and tossed them behind him, now devouring me with his lips and tongue. A loud moan escaped my lips as he continued teasing me beyond belief, his hands sliding up my body to grasp my full breasts.

It was the most depraved, wrong thing I could have done in my family’s eyes. And I was loving every minute of it.

“Flip over.” he said softly, as he pulled his pants and boxers down his legs.

I bit my lip and flipped over, resting on my hands and knees as I heard him open up a condom. When he slid into my tight heat, I moaned and arched my back, falling to my elbows. He was so thick, touching me in places that I had long forgotten about -it had been a while since I’d been with a man. I could hear him panting behind me as he gripped my hips tightly, holding still within me as I stretched to fit his size.

He pushed in and out of my heated body, grunting and moaning softly in contrast to my crying out and whimpering rather loudly. His hands were touching me everywhere -cupping my breasts, grabbing my hips and shoulders and in my hair, tugging gently. My toes curled deliciously when he reached around teased my aching clit with his fingers, still pounding into me deep.

It felt so good, I sat back on my knees, grabbing him by the back of the neck and cried out, moving against his hand with every one of his thrusts. His breath was hot against my neck and ear, making a tingle go up my spine as he whispered vulgar, depraved things in my ear. Yep, my family would definitely have a heart-attack if they found out, being the good Catholics they are.

He held me flush against his front, sliding in and out of me slowly now, but as deep as my body would let him, hitting my cervix every time. I closed my eyes and let my head loll back, gasping for breath, and reached one hand down to cover his, which was still working vigorously on my abused little clit. We probably looked like a scene right out of one of those cheesy porno’s. I couldn’t get enough of this man -whoever he was.

When my climax hit me, it took me by surprise, and I cried out, clutching the back of his neck tightly and tensed up, my toes curling tightly and I screwed my eyes shut. He pounded up into me, manipulating my body with his hands while I rode it out, moving against him and feeling my body heat and tingle everywhere. God it was good.

And I still didn’t even know his name.


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