I was going inside the club. Part of me felt a little uneasy about the whole thing and yet I was determined to find him. I couldn't get his image out of my head. He was so…James Dean I couldn't describe it. I only just saw him but I wanted more. I wanted to hear him talk. I wanted to make sure he was real, like I didn't stop traffic for what felt like forever. It seemed like something out of a dream.

I wanted to see the color of his eyes, Christ on a cross I sound like a crazed stalker and I wasn't even out of my car yet. I can't help myself, I was beyond fixated. My behavior is a thousand percent out of character but I couldn't give a flying fuck. I just wanted to know if my mind wasn't playing tricks on me again.

I didn't know where to park so I drove to the place I spotted him at. This is odd, he was gone. No! This shit always happens to me.

Someone beeped their horn loudly. I winced and moved into the alley near the club. There were no parking places; I started to panic. There was no way I lost him in two seconds. That was barely a minute. How could I be that unlucky?

I gripped the steering wheel and ground my teeth. This is pointless. I can't stalk someone if I suck at it. That's not how this is supposed to work. I banged on it and felt like I should go back to the pub and down anther several bottles. That guy was perfect for tonight. Someone I haven't been excited over since high school. Can't believe right out of high school I never did things like this. Be interested in other guys. I didn't know there was a possibility I could. I didn't want my parents to hate me if I disobeyed them.

Now I am an adult. It's just not right. John is so much older than me and he doesn't let me forget it.

I didn't feel like heading back home after the pub and I knew I was going to sulk at the bar so I made a split decision, turned around the other way and headed toward the Marriot Hotel. If I went to the Hilton John would know about it, not that I care but he does business with Hilton often, they would know me by my last name right away. What's worse is that they've seen my face. As a good little wife I had to make rounds and appearances supporting my husband in his career. I wasn't allowed to have dreams or thoughts of my own.

I stopped in the front, giving my keys to valet. I told the staff I had nothing to bring up and walked inside the revolving door leading to the lobby area. When the concierge was available I paid for a room with a queen sized bed. I knew I could get the suite if I wanted to but there was no way I was going to need it. The standard room will have to do. At least it will be less big than the rooms at the house. I smiled thinly when they gave me the hotel key and the first place I went to was the restaurant and bar.

I didn't see hardly anyone inside; the couple in the far corner was barely acknowledging each other. Yeah, I know the feeling.

That man from before came to mind again as I sat down close to the bar. I gave the barkeep my order and placed my chin over my hand, staring into space. Of course life doesn't happen that way. What are the odds I'm going to find a guy who looks like that again? The answer is a resounding never. It made me upset that I was teased and for him to just disappear like he was a ghost, how the fuck is that fair?

"Something on your mind?" A raspy, velvet-smothering British accent asked next to me.
I turned around and almost dropped my drink on my shirt. My mouth was open for what felt like long minutes. I couldn't speak; I thought I was dreaming. Shaking my head, I looked down, blushing before answering him.

"Not really." I said, with a hint of nonchalant attitude.

"Oh come on now, the most beautiful face walks in here after midnight and there is absolutely nothing to talk about?" His flirting was making my face shiver.

My legs closed together as I felt myself getting hot. This is like phase one of having me be putty in someone's hands. The tension between us was growing thick.

I sipped a long one from my drink, I was sure I finished it when I placed it down. Turns out he has the sexiest voice I've ever heard. This can't be real. I must be in my hotel room dreaming this up.

"I wouldn't say there isn't."

I side glanced at him; he looked down before smirking and moving his tasseled brown hair out of his eyes, looking at me for a moment. His mouth twitching, I also saw his jaw clench slightly.
"Someone like you looks like they have a story behind them."

I twirled the middle handle of my glass staring straight on the top. There was no way I was going to look him directly in the eyes after he said that.

Here it is my chance not to make a fool of myself with this guy and I can't even look at him. I feel like a complete nerd now.

Feeling my legs slightly shaking I shifted in my seat. I felt a hand on my thigh and stood perfectly still. The hand was warm and had a firm grip, it felt like he was claiming me. I finally turned my body to look at him and I knew this was going to be the point of no return.

He leaned close to my ear, "Feeling generous love?"

My eyes popped open. I knew exactly what he meant and my skin heated at the thrill of having him tonight.

"I...yes, I am."

I could feel his warm breath against my neck and almost closed my eyes before keeping them awake for every moment of this.

"I am too." He pulled back to look at me, a small smile on his face.

"I have a room already-did-did you want to come up?"

"Of course." He said; I didn't even know his name. This is fucking crazy!

After I paid we walked directly to the elevators and stepped inside silently. He seemed to be studying me. I don't think I've had a man in a long time do that around me. It partly made me feel uncomfortable but the rest of me was silently screaming yes, finally! This is what I've dreamed about for so long.

"You saving everything for inside love?"

"Am I?" I didn't understand the question. "Oh umm, maybe."

He laughed, I liked it. Seemed playful, like a boy but had a direct hint of masculinity laced in tone.

"Normally the women can't wait until they get inside the room." He raised an eyebrow my way, his carefree demeanor ablaze.

"The women?" I was confused again, and then I mentally hit myself for asking trying to hide my blush. "Yeah, well, I am not a PDA type of person."

"Are you now? That's refreshing. It gives the chase much more," he paused to whisper behind my neck, "heat behind it..."

I shivered as he brushed his lips against my neck. "So, are you ready?"

I swallowed; I hope he didn't hear it clearly. "Yeah..."

The elevator dinging brought me back to reality. Holy shit. My breathing sped up and I had a feeling I was going to faint.

"Are you alright there?"

I made sure to look at him, his eyes, as crystal clear as the Maldives were staring back at me in slight worry.

I nodded and was the first to walk out leading the way with him trailing behind me. I could tell he was close, an arm's length away.

As I placed the card inside the door he reached for the handle over my hand.

"Let me." He said kindly; opening the door for both of us to walk in.

I smiled slightly, walking inside to put down my stuff and take off my heels. I was aching to rub my feet but I was distracted with him in the room with me.

"It's bloody freezing in here. I can turn down the AC; is that OK with you love?"

"Sure." I replied, taking off my jacket.

Even though this was next to nothing I knew more, much more was going to come off so I told myself to just relax.

I turned around and watched as he fiddled with the dial, eventually figuring it out after a couple tries. I smiled at his antics. His coat was hiding what I wanted to see. I did want this; I just need to find a way to calm down before I become too nervous. He'll notice and definitely leave.

"Hi."

"Hello." He said, taking off his jacket.

My eyes wondered over his body, instinctively my arms covered up my own. I dropped my hands instantly and sauntered toward him until I was inches from his face. Since I knew what this was there was something I wanted to say before we did anything.

"Do we need to discuss the terms—" he cut me off mid sentence in a searing kiss that showered tingles not only to my lips but all over my body.

I tried to stand but I didn't need to, this guy was lifted and carried me to the bed gently. This is new; I thought it was going to be rough and hard. Maybe he's waiting for me to give the green light. This kiss is making my toes curl; I thought this was a fictional thing. I didn't believe you could feel this way just from a kiss.

I began touching his body when he said I could. I feel so embarrassed that I'm not as experienced as him and he has picked that up.

"Sorry—" I breathed out when we paused for a moment. "I've never done anything like this before..."

He ran his fingers along my arms slowly until he came to my neck and brushed his lips along the curve, making my skin vibrate.

"I could tell love. Would you like me to relax you?"

I backed away suddenly. I was so not prepared for this at all.

I sat up ignoring his expression and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I locked the handle and leaned against it, sliding down to the bottom. I covered my face with my hands. Why can't I do this already? I know, I just know John is cheating on me. This is a perfect greenlight for me.

I felt and heard a knock against my back and stood still.

"Hey, are you alright? Do you want me to leave?" He said, he voice sounded so sincere. Where was it coming from?

I said nothing and banged my head softly against the door. "No," my voice made the word slip out like a rain drop.

"Was I too rough?"

I opened my mouth but all that could come out was a choked sob. I tried with everything I had to hold it back; I didn't want to show weakness to a stranger. He doesn't give a shit about me, and in that moment I was crying softly.

No one cared about me. Wow. Not even my blood. This is so embarrassing. He is still out there. For what he is and what he does, I can't believe he is still out there.

"I'm sorry," I began saying and stood up from my patheticness off the floor.

I pulled the door open and saw his expression. It broke my heart. We barely know each other and he was already pulling at my heart strings. Why do I keep thinking this is all a dream? That people, real live people don't ever act this way unless they want something in return?

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, above a whisper, coming closer.

I let him and permitted him more closeness when I filled in the gap. I don't know why I felt brave in that moment but my arms wrapped around his torso, unwavering from his embrace. His arms wrapped around mine and he said nothing. All he did was hold me just like I wanted. And now, now it's time to say goodbye.

"I understand if you want to leave." I said, finding the strength to pull away from his warmth. I couldn't look at him. Hell, the entire time I struggled to look in his eyes tonight. I was too blinded by his beauty but I'm not blinded by the truth. I'm not expecting him to stick around especially after all this.

"Is that what you want?" He counter asked me.

I moved passed him and sat on the bed, huddling my shoulders. I did want him here, but I didn't want to put him through my emotions. He has better things to do.

"Yes, I do. But—"

I felt the bed shift when he sat down so he wasn't too close to me but not far away either.

"Are you married?" I looked at my finger and remembered I had taken it off at the pub. How did he know that still?

I tightened up, closing my eyes, unwilling to confront the truth but found myself still answering him, "My husband is dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

I laughed in a maniacal way, "No no, not actual death. If only I was that lucky."

When I looked at him I couldn't look away. This man is everything I've ever dreamed about. I couldn't lie to him and he knew it. Maybe he could smell it off of me or something. Something about him made me want to tell the truth. I glanced at his face, watching him watch me, this was not his business and I shouldn't make it his.

"Sorry..." I looked down immediately after realizing my staring problem. "It's complicated."

I felt his hand over mine giving me a gentle squeeze. "We can take things slow."

Who is this guy? I thought in the movies all people in his line of work would just get it over with and talking was optional if they ever did any. Why does this guy suddenly want to take things at my pace? I was flabbergasted. I didn't think this guy was for real. Maybe he's right. I just need to relax and get over my shit. I looked to the bathroom and moved to get up.

"Mind if I take a shower? Would you wait if I do? I won't be long."

He placed his hand behind my neck gently, leaning his body into mine. "Alone?"

"Am I—oh what?" I stammered as my mind had gone cloudy. Suddenly words were oblivious.

"Are you taking a shower alone?" He repeated again, more molasses to his tone.

As much as I wanted to say yes, I needed to calm down and be sane again.

Perhaps I just need some incentive to get in the mood already. "Would you mind waiting for me?"

He pulled away and sat on the bed, leaning with his elbows on the mattress looking comfortable. He gave me a look that made me want to forget about the shower all together.

"Go ahead babe." I forced myself to turn around as he said that.

I closed the door and began taking off my clothes. My skin was literally vibrating like I was struck my lightening. Getting under a nice, warm shower is exactly what I need right now. And I wasn't lying, when I stepped inside I left all my worries pass me by.

My body was healing under the warm water. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the title. I had to calm down or I was going to have a massive heart attack. This guy was a stranger to me, I shouldn't be so nervous, I should enjoy this. I deserve to enjoy this.

It wasn't to get back at John that was only part of it. I needed to do this for myself. I gave it some thought as I soaped my body rinsing away the remainder left.

After a few solid minutes I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, carrying the condensed heat with me. I felt almost a million times better. I didn't bother brushing my hair or running my hand through it. Looking in the mirror I was surprised by what I saw. Someone wild, on the hunt, feral, nearly feline-like.

I prayed that he was still in the room waiting for me. Tears were starting to form at the corners of my eyes. I blew it, I knew it. He was too good to be true and I didn't even know his name. Perhaps he found someone with more experience. Someone that doesn't make him wait to get what he wants. I learned this is how men operated. Maybe I'd bitten off more than I can chew. The kiss we shared was the worst. He hated it. I knew it. Good fucking god, and now he's gone.
I adjusted the soft towel against my body before pulling the door open. My mouth hung open at what I saw. The man was still here. He looked to be concentrating with something on phone.

The door made a small noise when it opened all the way, making me wince from embarrassment.

He sat straight up when he took his eyes off his phone, putting it to the side, forgotten.

"You look so beautiful."

My cheeks, hell my entire body was on fire when he said that to me. I still feel like this is just a dream.

Well, what am I waiting for? Shouldn't live out this dream? He's right there, looking at me like I craved a man would.

"Come here." He said, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his arms out.

Water droplets were falling off the sides of my shoulders and legs but I didn't care. That look he gave me made me come over to him without a thought in my mind. I didn't want to think, I just wanted to feel. I desired this guy and I wanted to show him how much I do.

"I'm probably not what you're used to..." I admitted, making his brows furrow in confusion.

"Well, how can I know? I haven't had you yet. You are nothing like anyone I had and that makes you unique."

"What makes you so sure?" I said softly, my eyes getting wider by the word.

He stood up, eyes stayed on mine as he moved me closer to him by my waist.

"Because I feel it."

Our faces came closer together as we shared a tender kiss, making me forget everything I've ever known, all I've been through. I feel like my life is starting right now, and I didn't want it to stop.

The way he kissed me was driving me wild with passion. He carried me to the bed, laying my body down as if I were the most fragile thing to him; and in that moment, for him I was. His motions are making me want to break inside. I didn't know how much longer I was going to hold on.

I had to slow down the kisses; there was something on my mind.

"Can you—please pretend for one night that you know me?"

"What do you mean love?"

I breathed deeply, "Pretend we aren't strangers...for tonight?"

I could feel myself begging him but he gently cupped my face in his hands, directly looking me in the eye.

"I will, for you. For tonight..." He said, almost about to say something else but I cut him off with another kiss that was tingling its way through my body.

He cupped my face again, this time bringing my face close to his. He leaned in brushing his lips over mine.

"I feel like I'm known you all my life."

The way he said that, I almost believed him, but I knew it was because I made him think that.

I smiled; it did feel good to hear it from any man though. It's been so long since I heard anything close to it. Our kisses grew hot and heavy fast, I didn't know I hungered for this so much. That it felt like I would die without it.

The towel around my body was a huge barrier for him but he refused to take it off. Was he was waiting to do something else first?

Role playing is something I could get used to. He touched me gently at first, asking permission when he moved his hand to take off the towel.

"Yes." I said, wanting him to rip it off already.

But he was being so slow, was it on purpose? I didn't know, but it was making me feel dizzy with desire.

When he slowly took it off he began looking at my body; almost looked like he was drinking in my image. Instantly I felt goose bumps and I feel like he noticed.

"Sorry...it's just, I'm not used to this, most women like the light off, I rarely get to really see their bodies." He said, more confessed I felt. "You're perfect. This body is too beautiful."

I was shocked to know he was talking about me. The lighting was dim but you could still see mostly everything in this room. Under his stare I felt vulnerable but I was so fucking determined to have him.

I moved to kiss his neck, saying nothing in response as I heard him groan softly.

I began taking off his clothes one by one until we were left with his boxers. I put my hand on the top, teasing with pulling it down. I didn't want to put my hand inside yet, I knew I was going to lose it. He's not the only one who could tease me.

"Oh bloody hell, fuck, do it already. I'm dying here babe!" He begged after a moment and I eventually pulled his boxers down to reveal his massive, rock hard cock.

I took a moment to just look at it, so hard it was stuck to his stomach; my hands barely touched him as I continued the teasing from before. There was no way I was done with it. I'm going to make him beg so hard he's going do something 10 times as rough with me.

I felt his finger slip inside me, holy shit. Now I can't concentrate on anything. He added another and began pumping them in and out of my cunt rhythmically. I was so wet you could hear noises that even turned me on more. He had this intense look in his face, occasionally looking at me with a sly smirk.

I couldn't take it anymore; I gave up the handjob and leaned back against the bed, crawling to the pillows while he followed me with his fingers still inside me. Holy fuck. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. I had so much built in me I thought I was going to explode.

And I did, my screams came out so loud he had to calm me down by pressing his lips over me, whispering against my lips as he pulled away.

"Music to my ears, love." He smirked, laughing slightly as body continued to feel like it was being electrocuted.

I felt myself convulsing out of control and until I felt it. Yes! He smashed his fingers into me to the point where it felt like I was being fisted. I felt my body respond right away. Skillfully he dipped his face down to my pussy, taking everything I could give him on his tongue, lapping my juices until I sensed I was completely clean all over.

He laid there more comfortable, playing with my cunt a little bit more, sticking his middle finger inside me gently. I was already sore and it probably showed. My pussy felt really hot but that didn't scare him. He expertly started pumping his digits using a more moderate rhythm. He was building me, I could tell he was taking note that I was basically half in a dream-like state; the other part of me was watching him, letting myself feel everything he's doing to me; writhing under his power.

"That's it. Give it to me." He cooed, I felt those words against my clit. His hot breath only made me feel the hotness feel silky once again.

My heart started to race when I felt his tongue dip inside me, he spread my clit open so he could lick inside deeper. He was fervent to get me to come again, he wouldn't stop licking and sucking until I felt myself get...oh god, holy shit!

"Oh fuck!" I shouted, unable to hold anything back anymore.

"Do it." He fired back, groaning as I felt my body react again, this time stronger than the first time.

I was panting as he took everything and more that I had to give. I couldn't take it.

I had to have him. "Oh my god."

I never had anybody be like that with me before. I lay there in complete shock until he brought his fingers up to my mouth. Instinctively I leaned close and took in them my mouth, enjoying what he was, sucking so hard I felt like I'd suck his fingers right off.

This is wrong; I had to do something for him.

I sat up but he put me back down, staying down near my pussy; he wasn't done yet. I watched him suck me so hard part of my clit was halfway in his mouth. I yelped completely unaware that I had.

I wanted to return the favor so badly. "Can I?" I started my moaned to what he was doing still. "Oh my god."

"I know you can do it again for me. Come for me." He whispered while shoving his tongue firmly in and out of my cunt.

I brought a pillow to my mouth, I couldn't control my screaming. I knew I was done for.

Then a piercing cry of ecstasy took over me and he was right there to take everything I surrendered to him.

I took a moment, oh fuck this, I didn't even know how long I took before I came to my senses again. I wasn't sure I had feeling anywhere on my body.

When I opened my eyes I saw him looking at me, a serious look plastered over his face, mixed with lust and hunger. I knew it wasn't over yet.

With all my strength I moved so I was on top of him, straddling his body so he knew I owned him right there. It's amazing I still had feeling in my knees to lock his body with mine. I bit my lip as I felt him take my breasts in his mouth, sucking urgently as if it were the last time and he wanted to make it count. God I don't wanna even think about that. I am completely in the moment right now, my mind still mixed with desire; my appetite for him was increasing by the seconds. I wanted this to last forever.

Can that be possible?

I felt his hips buck as if silently asking me permission to begin what we wanted all along. I position myself over his hardness, slowly sliding down as I reacted to him instantly. Feeling him twitch inside me was heaven. When I felt all of him I began to move ever so slowly, teasing him gently. Watching his face in pain was amusing to me. Part of me was waiting for him to take control, I was waiting for that moment when he would do it, he seemed to be letting me take the lead and do whatever I want.

"You going to tease me like this forever love?"

I smiling, moving a little faster than slowed down as I bit my lip. "What do you think?"

He smiled before reaching up to bring my face down to his, kissing me in a powerful motion that made my hips react and my riding move faster. I panted against his lips as his hips kept pumping me faster than I was moving.

That feeling came back from before and I knew it was going to be perfect. Then, out of nowhere he changed position and so he was on top. I was purring because this was everything I wanted. He was in control, calling the shots, ecstasy was dripping from our bodies as we molded together, my hands were all over his body he was pumping in and out of me as deep as he wanted.

I felt everything and I screamed it all for him. My screams were growing stronger as his groans followed and I knew I was getting close. It was then that I realized we might get there together. John and I never had this luxury. I pushed that prick out of my mind as soon as he came in and stared fiercely at the man making my dreams come true. This man is nothing like John.

I feel wanted with him, needed, personally validated. I feel like he really does know me and I him. It's interesting how one night of role play could make my mind turn into mush. This man, whoever he is, I want to keep him for a long time.

The last thing I could remember was screaming out as high I can, but it was muffled by a strong kiss from his lips; claiming me completely like he wanted to. I cupped his face and responded back as passionate as I felt in that moment.

And in that moment, I was enraptured.

Notes

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