Faded Love [Mature Content]

C .09-One night stand

Friday nights in Exeter were more vibrant than Monday through Thursday. The citizens could barely contain the excitement of what comes after working all week. Whether in an office, being a student or even under the dangerously heated rays of the blistering sun.

Everybody enjoyed the night life of Exeter. Unless you’re over the age of sixty or rather stay at home with a book curled up on the couch.

And tonight, Juliette was doing what more than half of the town was already doing. Swaying to the beat, a little drunk and grinning because she knew it. The atmosphere reeked of perspiration, alcohol and an overly exaggerated amount of perfumes and hair products.

Waitresses dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks or empty bottles and glasses, traipsed through the crowd. At the bar, shots lined up.

Between the loud music and people screaming to talk to one another, the club was extremely hyped and so were the consumers. The DJ announcements were coming over the huge speakers.

The men were hot, just like she liked them. There, she didn’t need to talk or be charming; everything that need to be said could be done with a look. His name, her name and then they were off on the dancefloor, dancing tight against each other. The music and filtered lights turning their awkward bodies into fluid rhythm.

“Wana take a break, grab another drink?” Rebecca shouted in her ear. Juliette nodded. However long it took, they managed to make their way through the crowd and back to the booth. “Oh my God, my feet are so sore.” Juliette kicked off her stilettos and rubbed her soles together.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to get us some drinks.”

Juliette waved her off and held her head in her hands. She had admitted, for the first time in a long time she was actually enjoying herself. She had been working so much that she hardly found time to do anything like that. She pulled her soaked top away from her skin and pushed her hair back away from her ear and off her face.

Rebecca came back with the drinks and offered her another dirty martini. With two gulps, she downed the drink and slammed the empty glass back on the table. “Hey, slow down.” Rebecca warned. She took a sip of her gin and tonic.

The song changed to another upbeat song, warranting Juliette to wave her hands in the air. “I love this song, dance with me babe.” She tugged on Rebecca’s hands leading them back on the dancefloor for another round of body humping.

Rebecca emptied her glass in one gulp and allowed Juliette to drag her back on the strobing lighted dancefloor. Slowly, Juliette grinded her hips, teasing the men around her. She went down to the floor and pushed her ass in the air, while her body made a 6:30 position.

“Darm girl, you trying to make me come on myself?” A man pulled her flushed against his broad chest. Juliette tried as hard as she can to get out of his grasp, but his grip was tight around her waist. “Dance with me, hypnotize me with those erotic dance moves.” He whispered into her ear seductively.

The alcohol in her system had given her a new meaning to the word confidence. Giving into his demands, she pushed lightly against his muscled arms and wrapped one hand around his hip. She rotated her hips, slowly and totteringly on his crotch.

With one steady hand, he held her in place. “If you keep doing that, I’ll have no choice but to take you out of here and sure you just what your torment did.” He nibbled on the tip of her ear and she shuddered at his touch.

She had lost any sight of Rebecca. She looked over at the booth where they had sat and found it empty. He noticed the way she eyed the room, “Let me take you out of here.”

Juliette turned in his hold and glared at him. “I don’t even know you.” She shouted over the music. She thought he hadn’t heard her because his next words, erupted a dormant vibration between her thighs. “Let me take you to a height that no song can give you.” He crashed his lips on hers.

She fought against him for as long and as much as she could. But it was pointless. Eventually, she gave into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Take me out of here.”

“Oh sweetheart. I hope you know what you just got yourself into.”

***

Juliette had no idea the seriousness of his words held. Not until he took her back to his hotel room and stripped her out of the see-through blouse and black shorts, leaving her only in her matching lace underwear. He eyed her from head to toe, smacking his lips.

Every inch of her body screamed to be touched, to be f****d and pleasured so deeply. It had been so long she’d been with a man and she was fearing the minute this man would enter her core. “I want you to undress me.” He ordered in a sultry tone.

Juliette descended over to him and started with the buttons of his black dress shirt. One by one. She slid the shirt down his broad shoulders. Her lips were as red as berries from her constantly sucking on them. Her hands fumbled while she unbuckled his belt and then the button of his trousers and pushed them down his toned legs with her hands, never taking her eyes off him.

The excruciating beating sound of her heart pummeled in her ears. He grasped the back of her neck and in one tug, his lips were on hers. A soft blissful moan escaped her lips and he shoved his tongue deep into her small mouth. Stroking her cheeks with the back of his hand.

He positioned one hand on her ass and lifted her to his hips, she wrapped her legs around his torso. He walked them to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Even at this moment, so close and sexually intertwined with him, she had no idea of who he was or how he looked. The room was dark, not even the glowing light of the moon could define his features.

He grabbed his wallet from his pants and retrieved a condom. The sound of the squared wrapper ripping broke through the silent room. As he rolled the lubricated condom on his member, he situated himself at her entrance.

The man wrapped one of her legs around his waist and the other was left flailing in the air. No warning or hesitation, he entered her in one swift thrust and stilled. He was huge and he allowed her to adjust to his size.

“f**k!” She screamed out. From the way her voice bellowed into the room at his intrusion, one would think she was in pain, except it wasn’t. What she felt was pure pleasure.

His hand held onto her thigh for support and moved; once, twice and a third time.

She gripped the bed sheets, tightening her hold on the cotton fabric under her fingers. Her body arched off the bed as he fills her canal with the girth of his rod, erotic sounds of their heated intimacy filled her ears. He was relentless with every thrust, not holding back one bit.

“I-I’m gonna c*m!” she groaned in a lustful moan. “Not yet.” But he didn’t stop, instead he increased his torment on her walls.

He was a savage.

Callous

Aggressive

The feeling of their intimate connection wasn’t new to her, yet it made her pink pearl quiver with such force. “c*m for me beautiful.” He demanded with another powerful thrust. Juliette felt her walls contract and expand with every deliberate and rapid probe of his length.

“Oh, s**t—yes, yes, yes!” She coerced him as she can feel the muscles of his c**k pulsate inside her. He grunted out a moan, and they came simultaneously. Although his semen was furiously settling in the condom, his movements didn’t halter.

They both rode out their highs together, with her raking her nails down his back and him sinking his teeth into her neck, leaving a bruise behind.

“Dimitri.” He muffled into her neck.