Chapter Three - Emily
“You’ve got an admirer. And he’s baaack ,” Kiara swoons, twirling around me like a fairy as I laugh on a tipsy club high. I might not go out that much, but the one thing I’ve always been able to do is dance. And once I let loose and feel the pulse of the music running through my veins, I’ve soon forgotten all my problems.
“I know he’s looking. We made eye contact,” I remind Kiara, giggling for the first time in what feels like months. It’s nice to put my problems and guilt on the shelf for a few alcohol-enhanced hours, especially when there’s a tall, hot, shaggy-haired stranger checking out my moves.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Stacy threatens, issuing the challenge as one of my favorite tracks blends effortlessly with a DJ mix, the dance floor packing out because of it.
“I’m not going to do anything,” I tell her breathlessly, sneaking a quick glance in the hot guy’s direction. I swore I saw him earlier in the night, but he left for a little while. At least that’s what I think happened. I’ve been dancing my ass off, so I can’t recall clearly. “But I tell you what I am going to do, and that is get another drink. My throat is dry.”
“I’m coming with!” Kiara chimes in, the glitter on her eyelids sparkling through the dim lights.
“Phew! What a night,” I say as I head to the bar. We’re in close proximity to it, and so is the handsome guy who keeps staring in my direction. Even if it is darker, I can see the striking green piercing through his eyes. I like the fact that he’s tall, and that his hair hangs in his eyes almost as if he hasn’t brushed it, but I’m sure he has, and that’s just the style he’s rocking. Ordering at the bar, I don’t want to overdo it, so I try to talk to Kiara and Stacy, but they’re too busy egging me on.
“He wants you bad. He can’t take his eyes off you, and who can blame him with all the curves you have,” Kiara points out as I face with my back to the bar.
“He is cute. I wonder if he’s a hockey player or something. He’s so tall, and he looks like he works out a lot. Do you think he’s some celebrity athlete or whatever?” Stacy speculates as I tilt my head.
“Mmm, nah, I don’t think so. He probably just works out,” I reply, joining in the game of “let’s guess what the hot stranger does.”
“Maybe, but he’s wearing a jacket, and there’s a lot of muscle packed underneath it. I want him to take it off so we can see what’s going on…,” Kiara says, adjusting her position near the bar to get a closer look. She’s not being very inconspicuous, so I have to drag her back.
“Kiara Jones! Can you please stop it? You’ve seen hot guys before. You don’t need to stalk the guy,” I say, but secretly I’m enjoying the eye contact with him. There’s something about him that’s a little bit edgy, and together with alcohol, it’s the right amount of chemicals in my system to give me a high.
“Please, Emily. He’s looking straight at you, and luckily my telepathic coat request has been noted, and he’s taking off the jacket. Shit. You gotta see this,” she whispers, leaning in close as I sip on my drink through the straw discreetly looking up in the man’s direction.
A black collared shirt with something shiny and silver dangling around his neck, and he’s speaking to some guy about something or another. Squinting, I see the guy he’s talking to is the security guy. I’m pretty sure it is. Hmm, he must know him or be a frequent visitor to the club if they’re talking on such friendly terms.
He nods firmly, his friendly, open face changing for a second, but I can’t make out what the face is. Upset? Anger? He’s hard to read. My pulse thumps hard in my wrist as I slurp on my drink through the straw, watching—surveying to get a gauge on the guy. There’s something about him, and I’m curious enough to find out.
“Ah, hello! Emily. Did you not hear us talking to you?” Stacy remarks flabbergasted at my obliviousness to her.
“Sorry, what? I was—”
“Ah yah, clearly you were engrossed with the guy over there. Why don’t you go talk to him already, Miss Detective. You two have some major eye-fucking going on, and frankly, it’s becoming sickening, so why don’t you head up there and talk to him?”
It can’t be hard. I interview strangers, criminals and victims every day. Giggling, I start off with wave in the man’s direction, and he holds up his palm as a gesture of a wave back. “He should come and talk to me.”
Kiara slides a pushy hand onto my back. “No. You should go and talk to him. He probably thinks you only want to stay stuck with us. Go on, get up there and get him! You deserve this.”
Folding my bottom lip in and applying the “fuck-it” clause, I knock back my gin and tonic, but I can’t go up there empty-handed. “Hang on, hang on. I need another drink first.”
Turning to the bar, I order another drink, finding there’s already a sparkling gin and tonic sitting on the bar behind me. My mouth opens and I shut it, pointing down to the drink. The bartender is cute as well, and it’s getting steamy in this club with all the hotness here.
“You’re welcome,” he says with a wink and a bright smile as he hands Stacy and Kiara there drinks as well.
“Are these on the house?” I ask, about to graciously thank him, but he points upward to the hot, shaggy-haired guy.
“Actually, he bought them for you. Are they the right drinks, ladies?” the bartender asks.
“Yes,” Kiara says slowly with a laugh. “They sure are. Ooo, he is observant. Emily, if you don’t go talk to that man right now, I will.”
“Okay, okay, sheesh! I couldn’t go up there empty-handed.”
“Alright, you’ve got your drink. Go on up.” And I don’t know who said it because I’m already walking in a trance to the stairs, dodging other clubgoers and heading up the stairs towards him.
I take each step easily, and by the time I get to the top, a hand is outstretched to guide me to the last step. Up close he’s worth being close too. His aura is undeniable, but the smile he gives me is show-stopping.
“Having a nice night?” is his opening line, and it’s said easily with unflinching confidence.
“I’m having a great time tonight. How about you?” I ask, sincerely wondering what he’s doing at the club by himself.
“Not too bad. It’s definitely looking up now that you’re here.”
“Thank you. And thank you for the round of drinks,” I reply to him flirtatiously as his eyes openly scan me from head to toe.
“I love your dress; you’re stunning,” he confesses, leaning towards me, the scent of his strong cologne driving my cells into a wild frenzy of tingles. I look up at him, the hypnotic green glint in his eyes almost causing me to choke on my drink.
“Thank you. We’re twining tonight,” I say, flipping out the bottom of my black scoop neck dress with a twist.
He laughs low and deep, his eyes sinking into mine as his hand rests on the small of my back. He dips to my ear again, this time his mouth a little closer. “What’s your name?”
“Emily. And yours? Wait—my friends want to know if you’re a hockey player.” I giggle, finding my feet in the flirt, enjoying myself as I sip on my drink.
The handsome stranger’s eyebrow cocks up under his muss of hair, and he strokes a hand through it. Fuck me. Hot. “A hockey player? That’s funny. Nope. I don’t play hockey, but I do other things,” he says in a rich, low voice that has my pussy responding by way of tingles.
“Okay, so you’re not a hockey player. That settles that, but you didn’t tell me your name,” I say in an assertive tone.
“It’s Ryurik. I like your fire.” He doesn’t draw back this time, and in fact his hand does magic tricks sliding up my spine to the back of my neck where his strong hands knead there. God. I never knew I needed him to touch me like this, but I do. I want him to keep going. To take me to one of the bathrooms and do all kinds of things—
“Thank you. That’s nice,” I tell him over the music, finished with my drink.
“I can tell, you were moaning,” he replies silkily as he slides behind me, the hardness of his cock hard in the small of my back as his body covers the back of me like a shield.
“Sorry. Sore neck,” I croak out as I take a glimpse of my girlfriends’ fist-pumping. I’m trapped in front of Ryurik near the rail, but I don’t have a problem with it, but God, do I want to find out more about what he’s got jammed into my back. The heavenly scent of wood, spice, and cigars envelops me, and I feel as if I’m about to pass out.
“Don’t be sorry about moaning. I loved hearing it. If you want a night of pleasure with me, I’m happy to offer it. You’re fucking sexy and watching you dancing all night has been enjoyable.”
The cocksure question and the way he delivers it sends me into a tailspin, along with the imprint of Ryurik’s hands down my back.
“A night of pleasure,” I reply, feeling wild and hella bold. “That sounds like just what I need.”
Ryurik flips my hair to the side, kissing the top of my neck as my friends watch on.
“Then let me lead the way.” With my heart beating, I mouth goodbye to my friends, and they clap as I follow Ryurik’s lead. He takes my hand, guiding me through the dance floor, all eyes on us. He leads me down a narrow passageway of the club that has me discombobulated.
“It’s okay. This is the back way out. You can relax. I promised you a night of pleasure, not torture or death.” He winks as I swallow down my hesitation and my inhibitions, following him outside to an alleyway. The chill of the Chicago night air doesn’t make me shiver but thrills me, like this stranger.
He pulls up a corrugated garage door revealing a sleek silver sportscar, surprising me. Who the fuck is this guy?
He whips out his keys, his shaggy blond hair, a stark contrast to the violet streaked skyline. “This is your own private garage, right outside the club?” Impressed, I stand outside the passenger door as he grins in the night, his white teeth shining.
“Yep, friends in high places. Get in.”
The butterfly door opens, and I slide in, the leather interior immaculate, as the door automatically slides down. Ryurik starts the ignition, and my heart ramps up right along with it. He turns on the music, and the windows come down as he reverses fast out of the tight spot and into the belly of Chicago’s streets. Holy shit!
This guy is a thrill seeker; I can tell. He pushes the limits in the car until we reach the Hampton Suites on the North Side of Chicago. The ritzy side where all the millionaires live. Maybe he’s some big-time entrepreneur. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m along for the ride and the experience of being his lady for the night just one time. We arrive at Hampton Suites quicker than I can stop my head from spinning as Ryurik hands the keys to the valet, escorting me inside to the reception.
The whole scenario feels like a dream as we walk through the sophisticated and polished lobby, elevator music playing softly in the background. My ears are still ringing from the club.
Ryurik turns over the keycard that will open our room as the elevator takes us to the third floor. “Room 309. Our special room for the night,” he says evenly, the light in the elevator dancing in his eyes. There’s layers to him that I don’t know, but I can feel them. On the surface he’s friendly, his face open, his body carved to perfection, and a dimple I didn’t recognize earlier. That layer I don’t know is the one exciting me the most, but I’d have to puncture the surface to get to it. Maybe I’m reading into things too much because I’m a detective, but it’s got a blood rush going in my system.
“Mmm, room 309. Do you think they’ll have snacks in room 309?” I prompt, being goofy.
A fractured smile plays on Ryurik’s mouth. “Yes. We can order whatever you want; we’ve got all night.”
The air is thick with desire as I stare him down, studying the bulge in his pants. “You can go all night?”
“I do whatever you want me to,” Ryurik replies, his green eyes brightening as he leans forward, grazing my mouth with his. It’s not a hard, fast, against the wall type of kiss, and that surprises me. No, it’s a thoughtful promise of a wish yet to be fulfilled.
And I can’t wait. The elevator light illuminates as the door pops open and Ryurik directs me down the hall. There’s a small part of my stomach that twinges when I think about the fact, he might have brought women here before, but I ignore it.
Girl, you’re just here to have a good time with the man. Let it go.
We move inside the room, the décor exquisite, and the suite big enough to be my apartment, if I’m honest. The bed is queen size, but Ryurik still manages to hog much of the space with his raw, masculine energy.
“Drink?” He moves over to the bar, already pouring himself a drink, waiting for my response. I relax, slipping off my dancing wedges.
“Yes. But I want to freshen up with a shower.”
“Sure. Go idea. What about room service? Want to look at that when you get out?”
“Yes.” I wink, Ryurik’s eagerness to please making me feel at home as the room steams up. Ryurik’s eyes follow me as I close the bathroom door behind me. The bathroom is huge, and club buzz is wearing off, but there’s a new type of buzz replacing it—I like it. I turn the water on, watching the large mirror steam up as I peel off my sweaty black party dress before stepping into the steam of the shower, selecting a shower gel, and enjoying the small luxuries of the swanky hotel.
I might as well, I’m not going to be here again anytime soon, I don’t think. Gliding the gel over my arms, I hear the door click open, my heart drilling in my chest.
“Mind if I join you? I could use a shower too,” comes Ryurik’s voice.
“Yes. Come on in.” And that’s when I feel him, the fullness of the man behind me, his flesh sticking to my wet body as the hard strength of his cock jams into the curve of my back.
“See what you’ve done to me already?” he mock complains as I hand him the shower gel, the shards of water cascading down my back as I stick my head fully under the shower head.
“That’s a hard start,” I tell him, my laughter changing to a strange cadence due to speaking through the water.
He thrusts himself forward his hands traveling up my body with a lather, soaping up over my breasts as he tweaks my nipples. “Sure is, and there’s going to be a moan at the finish line,” he promises, his hands traveling down my front, hands sent from the gods to massage away all the stress and pressure I’ve been holding from not only the job, but because of my mom.
Letting myself get carried away, his hand slopes down between my thick thighs curving past my pubic hair, his fingers finding entry, pulling my folds apart. He pants in my ear, pressing me forward to the tile of the shower. Whimpering as his fingers find my hole, I grind against his hand.
“That’s it, give that pussy to me for the night,” he requests as I rotate my hips, forgetting about room service, only focused on the tight, lustful sensations growing by the second, between my legs.
“Uh-huh.” He withdraws his fingers, and I feel him crouch, soaping down my legs, right down to my feet.
“Turn around.” I flip over, standing behind the sheet of water, Ryurik’s thick mass of hair slicked back from his face, as his hands work at massaging with soap up from my feet. Shit. This feels too good. I didn’t know he could do this. He’s not what I thought he would be. He’s taking his time. As the water drains away the sweat from dancing, Ryurik replaces it with relaxation, my body melting as he takes the time to bring his mouth along for the trip, kissing between my thighs.
I open my feet wider, planted against the shower cubicle wall, putting my hands on his head, letting my fingers run through his slickened hair. It’s a fantasy I’ve harbored since I saw him in the club. Opening my mouth wide, I gasp as Ryurik’s fingers slip into my wet groove, and he stands to his feet, his mouth inches from mine.
Instinctively, I raise my mouth to kiss him, but his piercing green eyes investigate mine. “I don’t kiss,” he indicates roughly, his voice distorted through the water. I’m slightly surprised by his answer and in disbelief, but figure it’s a game we’re playing. Moaning as Ryurik’s fingers dive between my folds, I smirk.
“Maybe later, then,” I reply as his mouth lands on my neck instead, pulses of electricity firing through my body. Ryurik grins, his fingers moving faster inside me, and I ride my body over his fingers, but want to soap him down clean like he did to me. “Your turn for the soap,” I urge, but I’m not able to stop myself from grinding harder and wanting more fingers inside me.
“Ladies come first; pleasure is what I promised,” he whispers, his voice like satin down the barrel of my ear, the velvety thrum of his voice making my pussy want to sing. I can’t stop myself from feeling even if I want to slow down the pace. His mouth lowers to my breast, his tongue sliding over and over again, sending tiny sparks of electric current sizzling through my body. I’ve never had a man make me feel so good, and we haven’t even made it to the bedroom.
Pleasure is what Ryurik delivers as his fingers slide over my clit, his mouth teasing my nipples until I let go, climaxing on his hand. “Shit! My God,” I call out, the intensity of my orgasm overwhelming me. Ryurik draws his fingers out sucking them and handing me the shower gel bottle.
“Better than room service maybe?” He chuckles, taking the wet strands of my hair and tucking them behind my ear.
With a heavenly smile, I nod, unable to find the words for the feelings in my body. I take the bottle and soap him down, enjoying the tautness of his body, the gel being used up quickly as I progress, my body’s still in humming mode. He doesn’t have any visible tattoos that I can see, and he’s clean-shaven. Another surprise to me. I take extra care with his sizable cock, enjoying its veiny thickness in my hand, as I watch him, watching me, and it’s sexy as hell. I slide my hands over his shaft, his chest heaving as I caress his balls and let my hands wander down inside his muscled thighs.
He doesn’t let me get too far with it, drawing me back up to him. “No. Let’s take this to the bedroom where we can get a little more comfortable.”
“Good idea.” Forgetting his no kissing rule, I reach my arms around his neck feeling him stiffen, his actions intriguing me.
“No.” I draw my arms down chuckling nervously but craving more of what’s forbidden.
“Okay, okay. I won’t,” I whisper. A light flutter floats across my chest, my breath hitching in my throat at the simple request. Ryurik remains silent, guiding me out of the shower first, giving me a chance to admire his carved physique from behind, the ripples of his taut back and butt muscles making me want to reach out and grab everything.
I’m dying inside to kiss him, and the caring way he cocoons me in the towel only induces more addiction to having him break his rule for me.
Maybe he just needs to warm up, I tell myself as he walks me to the queen bed, both of us wrapped in our towels.
“Drop your towel for me and lay back.” Enjoying the game, I drop my towel, spreading myself over the bed. I haven’t once thought about my problems, and I’m giving myself permission to enjoy the night and wherever this man’s taking me.
Ryurik’s body hovers over mine. He starts from the top, the foreplay beginning again. This man is taking his time with me, and as his tongue and mouth are used on my body, it makes up for the lack of mouth-to-mouth action. By the time he enters me, I’ve already come twice. His hands pin my arms above my head as he slides his thickness inside me.
“I’m glad I took a chance with you,” I murmur, trailing my fingertips over the deep curve of his pecs, sighing as he thrusts himself deeply inside me.
“Me too, and if you didn’t come to me, I was going to come to you anyway,” he confesses, his green eyes darkening with desire, and his mouth too close to ignore.
His guttural groans give me reason to believe I’m breaking him down a little. Wrapping my thighs around his back, the bed bounces under our rhythm, his eyes squinting shut as his hips swivel. God, he knows how to work my body. I giggle out loud because he’s that good.
I’ve only had shitty experiences in the bedroom with men who didn’t know a thing about pleasure—mostly rough handling. Not Ryurik, he knows exactly how to stroke me from the inside and where his hands should go.
He struggles to keep his mouth away from mine, but it guides itself naturally until our hot mouths crash together, and the taste of his feverish kiss takes our night of passion to the next level. Yes . This is what I wanted. Needed from him.
His girth swells inside me as my walls tighten around him. “Emily, you’ve broken me,” he grunts, his voice falling away, almost as if he’s frustrated by breaking his own defenses, but the intimacy of his mouth closing over mine, only makes me want to kiss him again, over and over. I feel him climax inside me, and I rub my clit afterwards wanting to come again too.
Both of us end on an incredible high as he slowly rolls off me, both of us panting, but I’m smiling. I have my ways.
“I think I’m ready for room service now. I’ve worked up an appetite.”