I don’t want to admit that I live downtown, so instead I reach my finger up and trail it across his jaw. A muscle twitches under his skin as I run my finger across his stubble. The champagne and pulsing music makes me brave and I lean up to press my lips against his. For the first time today, I’m thinking about something else other than my horrible situation and I like it.
His lips are confident as he presses them on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. The noise of the club fades away and his big hands are around my waist, pulling me closer. The world slips away and I'm enveloped in his arms, drawing me to him until I'm pressed against the hard lines of his body. Every inch of my skin is awake to his touch as electricity surges through my body.
I break away for a second. “I want to get out of here. Can I come to your place?” I’ve never done this before in my life, but letting loose feels good.
“Gladly.” He stands up, reaching out a hand to lift me up from the booth.
I wink at Serenity, whose mouth pops open in surprise as we leave the club. A shiny Bentley draws up outside and Duncan holds the door open.
“Wait, you have a driver?” I ask.
“I’m drinking tonight. So, yes. And Bryan is exceptionally competent handling this monster in traffic.” His hand wraps around mine, his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist in a way that makes my stomach flutter with anticipation.
I’m quiet as we drive through the city streets, wondering what in the hell I’m doing. When we stop outside a gleaming skyscraper, that sense of unreality hits me again. I’m going to be kicked out of my tiny place in a few weeks and have to find a job, while this guy is chauffeured around town from glossy offices to expensive bars to multi-million dollar properties like this.
I text the address to Serenity. It’s always been the other way around; she’s the one who disappears with a guy and lets me know where she is. She replies instantly, sending me a stream of open-mouth emojis and hearts.
His apartment is even more impressive on the inside. The wooden floors gleam with polish, covered in places with jewel-toned rugs. The lighting is low, carefully engineered to highlight the vibrant colors of the art on the walls.
“Nice place!” I try to sound nonchalant and instead it comes out like the squeak of an excitable mouse.
“Thank you. It’s very much improved by having you inside it. Can I get you a drink?”
I shake my head. “I think I’ve reached my limit.” I stand staring at him like a rabbit in the headlights.
“Well, Margot. What would you like to do?” He walks over and sits down on the wide white sofa.
Destiny’s words come into my head again. I haven’t come all the way here with this gorgeous guy just to sheepishly take a taxi home. I reach back and unzip my red dress, so I’m only in my bra and panties, then walk forward to the sofa to stand in front of him.
Duncan sucks in his breath. “You are beyond beautiful, did you know that?”
I shake my head, putting my hands on his shoulders and straddling him. He reaches up and kisses me again, rougher and more demanding this time. His cock is rock hard underneath me and I grind down a little as his tongue explores my mouth. His hands explore my curves, every touch sending electric sparks from my core around my body. He pulls down the cups of my bra to suck on each breast, licking and nipping at me as I throw my head back and moan.
Thisis what I need. Forgetting everything apart from the touch of this man’s lips and fingers on my body. Giving into the pleasure and not thinking about tomorrow.
He stands up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carries me into the bedroom.
“Do you want this?” He asks, his voice low and growly.
“Yes. I’m on the pill.” A moment of worry intrudes into the pleasure. I’ve been lax about taking it on time, since I haven’t had sex for years. I push the thought to the back of my mind.
He lays me on the bed, kneeling between my thighs and pulling my panties off. He spreads my thighs apart and licks slowly up to my clit. Clutching at the sheets, I arch my back and moaning as he teases me, his tongue sliding around and around my sensitive nub. My orgasm starts to build inside me, my thighs trembling with anticipation. His fingers slide inside me, caressing me from the inside out as his tongue works its magic. I cry out in pleasure, my hips rising to meet his mouth. Suddenly, I'm coming, waves of pleasure crashing through me as he continues to lick and stroke me. My entire body is humming, but I’m greedy for more.
I sit up, my hands scrabbling at his pants as I push him gently back on the bed. “I want you inside me.”
His massive cock springs free and I straddle him, my core clenching again at the thought of his length inside me. I lower myself down slowly, feeling every inch of him fill me up as I slide onto his thick cock. I gasp from the sensation, my body trembling with pleasure. His hips thrust upwards to meet me as we move together in a perfect rhythm.
I throw my head back as every nerve in my body awakens with pleasure, my orgasm building. He flips me onto my back, thrusting harder into me as my breasts jiggle with each long, deep thrust. He grabs my hands and pins them over my head as he drives himself even deeper into me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When I finally let go, screaming out as the waves of pleasure crash over me, he follows shortly after, filling me with pulse after pulse of hot seed.
He kisses me tenderly on the lips while his hand lazily strokes my hips and thighs. His touch is gentle and yet possessive at the same time, sending a thrill through me as I realize that even in this moment of relaxed bliss, he is still claiming me as his own. He looks into my eyes and smiles before gathering me in his arms, holding me close as our breathing slows.
I wake up, still wrapped in his embrace. Duncan’s fast asleep with a smile on his face. I crawl out from under his arms, finding my clothes. I get dressed quickly and look for my bag, coat and phone in the other room. I have multiple messages from Serenity, excitedly talking about Duncan’s billionaire status and how lucky I am.
I shake my head and smile. This guy iswayout of my league. I bet he does this every weekend. I don’t want to spoil things by having him give me some awkward line in the morning. At least this way I can remember only how wonderful the sex was and nothing else. Keep it as a fantasy to go back to when I’m feeling low. The memory of his hands and cock makes my core heat up again as I take the elevator down to the street. I’m going to have to walk home, since I need to start saving money from now on.
One night only. I had one perfect night with an amazing guy.
Now I need to get my life in order.
