2
THE HOOK-UP
Before I knew it, we were making out outside my penthouse suite. His lips crashed passionately into mine as he pinned me against the wall, his hands running through my loose tousled hair and his tongue forcing on mine, fighting for control.
I fumbled, trying to find my key card from my purse which made him chuckle, the feel of my hands rummaging on something that wasn’t him. I couldn’t even remember how this had started, but this was the most reckless thing I had ever done.
I finally grabbed the key card that was shoved in the bottom of the bag, under the rest of the junk and pulled away slightly in an attempt to take a breath and open the door, my nerves getting the better of me. The stranger just smiled at me; breathless, darkened eyes and lips plumped in a deep crimson from our kiss, accompanied by a small smear of my red lipstick smudged around his mouth.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confessed breathlessly. I wasn’t sure why I had just blurted that out. I began to blush a little, looking away from his piercing eyes, glazed with lust, in an attempt to conceal my embarrassment.
“Oh, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be gentle” he teased, stroking his finger over my cheek before dragging my bottom lip down, keeping his darkened lustful eyes on it.
His features were a little dim in this hotel light but his confidence and dominance radiated, which only turned me on more. I scanned the card and flicked on the lights. Before I could say anything else, he ripped my handbag from my grip and tossed it to the side of the room, key card not long followed, as he picked me up and resumed the passion from the other side of the threshold. Lips back to mine but now met with even more force than before, his hands resting on the back of my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist. This stranger was intoxicating. He kicked the door closed behind him, keeping me pressed to him the whole time, not wanting to break apart.
He slowly moved his lips to my neck, with one hand running it up to my hair, grabbing my soft curls in his fist and giving a slight tug to expose my neck a little more. He was in control and my body followed his movements.
He shuffled over towards the window, pressing me against it before setting me back on my feet. He was so beautiful. I had read about these kinds of men but never in my life had I encountered one until this very night. ‘The Gentleman experience’ my best friend Ivy had called it and bragged about many times before. This was where rich men would wait for a young woman. He would dress up in a designer suit, offering to give them a night they will remember forever. The sex was average but the chance of a spontaneous helicopter ride or a rendezvous in Paris under the stars, that’s where the magic was.
The adrenaline from a dip in the pool of the luxury lifestyle and then after the intimacy, which you get so caught up in, that sex isn’t off the table, they disappear onto the next victim, in the same place the next night. A man who didn’t want commitment but had more money than he knew what to do with.
I moaned as he began to suck a small patch on my neck, clear that he wanted to leave his mark.
“You like that?” he purred in my ear, amused by my reaction, his deep husky voice vibrating like soft music to my ears, it made my body melt within his grip.
“Yes,” I breathed, I couldn’t get any more words out. A cocky grin plastered on his face as he pulled back to look into my eyes, making sure my words and my eyes matched. You could tell everything from someone’s eyes, window to the soul and all that mumbo jumbo.
“Good girl,” he praised. I had never been praised before, it was different, it made my stomach flutter; I kind of liked it. “I know something else you’d like,” he growled, his grip on me tightening. My heart jumped out of my chest; he was driving me insane and he knew it. He placed his hands gently on my waist.
A softer touch, contrasting to the primal touch I’d briefly encountered from him. “But right now, I want to take this all in… the view.”
He took a deep breath, taking a moment before he gestured behind me at the illuminating city below. He knew the game; he was playing with me, fire me up and pause, leaving me desperately wanting more so he could drag this out all night.
“And this-” he said, taking a step back, removing his touch from me, his hands rubbing over his stubble as his eyes ran up and down my figure, like I was a statue on display in a museum. His game was good, it was working; I wanted more. This definitely wasn’t a first time for him, maybe more of a regular occurrence; the chase, the prey, but for one night I was going to play along. A woman has needs too.
His hands returned to tease me, slowly skimming across my body and caressing my cheek before working his way down. My breath caught in my throat as he continued to graze over my sensitive nipples with his fingertips, causing me to jolt. His touch sent electric sparks flying all over my body. He watched in amusement as he retraced his hands over my hourglass figure making sure he felt every curve, finishing on my ass as he cupped it, pulling me close to him so I could feel him against me. His suit pants pulled tight as his bulge swelled with arousal and he gave me a rough squeeze, pushing himself into me a little more.
“Turn around,” he instructed, a harsh tone in his voice like a drill sergeant commanding his troops. It took me by surprise but gave me a thrill at the same time.
He pushed into me, his chest pressed against my back, until my torso rested on the window, his knee positioned between my legs to guide them open slightly.
He was spreading me out for everyone to see. He gently swept my hair to the side as he kissed my exposed shoulder, brushing his hands softly down my arms before unzipping my dress.
Deliberately, with force, he pushed the straps down my arms allowing the velvet fabric to drop to the floor. The crumpled fabric that was now resting on the floor around me left me exposed in my black lace lingerie. My apricot curls cascading roughly down my back, rough from the fall out of the tight spirals this afternoon. He spun me around to face him, licking his lips as he displayed me in the window with the city below.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he complimented, I couldn’t help but blush a little, the thrill of being positioned like this aroused me even more. “Do I get a name?” he asked, “I want to moan your name as I cum inside you.”
“No names,” I chuckled; it was better if we didn’t know. “This is a one-time thing, a mystery.” I smiled and he chuckled, nodding in agreement but seeming a little disappointed.
“Shame, I guess I better make it memorable then,” his ego grew, just as the sexual tension did. He seized my jaw and crushed his lips back into mine. I removed his blazer and started to unbutton his shirt as quickly as my fingers would let me. It revealed a beautiful olive six-pack. I admired his gorgeous physical appearance, wanting to burn this into my brain.
He guided me away from the window and back to the bed, kissing my body as he gently lay me down. The electrical currents inside me ignited again as his lips grazed every inch of my skin. The scent of his cologne, Hugo Boss, intoxicated me as I inhaled, squirming beneath him. His lips felt incredible on my skin and my body knew it.
He paused as he saw my underwear soaked, with a devilish grin he peeled my black laced panties off my body and slid them slowly down my legs, flinging them to the other side of the room. He teased me a little by running a finger through my juices, feeling me before a low rumble escaped from his lips as he dove his head down and into the gap between my thighs. He kissed the skin around the area and then his lips found the part I wanted him to focus on the most, my pussy. My hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the ends as his tongue traced circles on my very sensitive clit; I wanted him to explore me.
I arched my hips upwards begging him for more. It felt incredible, he was right, this was definitely not going to be a night I was going to forget. My body trembled at his every touch, at every stroke of his tongue. I pleaded for him to keep going but he stepped away when I got close, leaving me frustrated but also crazed, like an addict; I needed more.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he tutted. He climbed off the bed and searched his trouser pocket, pulling out his wallet for a condom. Good, a guy that takes responsibility. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was just clarified that this was a usual night for him and I was the meaningless, naive victim. A slight tightening in my chest appeared as it became apparent I was a toy to be used and disposed of. I had to remember this was a one-night stand for me too, no strings attached. After this I would never see him again. I could live with that; this was the new me. I was going to have fun with this meaningless one-night stand, it was time to break some old habits.
The space felt cold with his body inches away, the heat simmering down a little. He freed himself from his pants and my eyes widened at the sight, confirming the big dick energy. He smirked when he noticed my reaction.
“As promised, I’ll be gentle,” he said as he slid the condom on. He returned to focus on me, warming me up a little more until he gradually pushed himself inside me, observing me take his length. At first, it was an adjustment but after a second, it felt so good, hitting spots I didn’t know I even had.
Our bodies moved together in sync as we found the perfect rhythm, tender at first, before increasing the speed and roughness as we got ourselves close. We didn’t stop until we were both finished and satisfied. Sweaty and exhausted, he collapsed on the bed beside me. We giggled as our eyes met. It was the best sex I had ever had in my life. We decided to go again another couple of times. By the time we were finished, it was 1am; we had spent hours together. First meeting and drinking at the bar, then he took his time pleasuring me, over and over again. We both laid in silence settling our bodies, not able to go again. We caught our breath before my brain asked a stupid question.
“So, what now?” I asked confidently before internally scolding myself, not really sure what I was expecting from this. The stranger made me feel surprisingly comfortable with him, as if there was no judgement, which made my brain unfiltered.
“Well, this is where I leave like a douche and you’ll never see me again,” he chuckled.
“Perfect,” I smiled, but my heart hurt a little at the thought. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from this interaction. Some kind of fairytale? Get real, Gi. This is also why I never did casual; to me this kind of intimacy always had meaning to me. Maybe I was one of those women who couldn’t just do this, maybe I needed more, this intimacy level for me was more than just sex. It was connection, admiration, and love.
“Great,” he smiled back, but it felt a little forced. Maybe this wasn’t a regular thing for him either, maybe he was just confident. He scrambled out of bed, placing his suit back on perfectly as if nothing had happened. He fixed his hair in the vanity mirror, gaze meeting mine. I dragged the duvet up to cover my body, I didn’t need to be exposed anymore, the moment was over. My cheeks flushed; I may have been confident as this happened but now, I was a little more apprehensive, more exposed and vulnerable than I needed to be.
“Don’t wait for a call! I won’t call you, you know,” he grinned at me as he broke the tension. It was a comfortable tension, there was nothing awkward. “Don’t worry, I won’t be waiting,” I chirped, matching his playfulness “See you,” I finalised, wanting him to leave asap, not letting this get any more awkward.
“Bye, stranger,” he smiled tenderly, glancing over at me one more time. My eyes followed him as he let himself out.
When the door shut, I climbed out of bed, tossing on a dressing gown and raiding the mini fridge to pour a hefty glass of wine, taking the edge off. My lips tingling from his kisses, my legs throbbing, feeling a little sore. I retrieved my phone out of my purse and strolled out to the balcony to be met with the warm air.
The city was still alive below even though it was peaceful. I kept thinking to myself should I have got his number or at least his name?
My anxiety slowly getting the better of me, I began to read into the events of the evening, mainly because it had been a while since I last had sex and even that was in a serious relationship. I wasn’t a casual or one night stand kind of girl, I needed it to mean something.
I was still coming down from the high he made me feel. I sat in the lounge chair that overlooked the horizon before snapping a quick photo for my Instagram account. The snowy fabric of the dressing gown elegantly exposing my shoulders, messy orange curls tumbling over my shoulder, my skin with the post-sex glow, lips fully plumped and a deep shade of red. Finally, the view of the city behind me was accompanied by a glass of wine in my hand. I looked incredible and I felt beautiful. He made me feel beautiful. Caption; Living my Best Life.
The sound of the post uploading and notifications coming in fast and frequent didn’t fill the empty void that consumed me. The fake online presence tugged at me as I looked back at the post not recognising myself, this confident version of me. I sat for a while drinking, thinking, admiring the view before I had to return home and back to reality. Back to my mundane life where this would all feel like some crazy dream.