DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS

ONE NIGHT STAND

AVA

I jumped, turning towards the man now sitting across from me. I hadn’t even noticed him approach. He looked older. Tired but not in a weak way. He had the type of presence that demanded attention.

His voice was smooth, but his eyes had so much behind it.

“Which do you think I am?” I asked warily.

He smiled faintly “Genius. Definitely.”

I laughed, surprised by myself.

“ Do you always sneak up on sad women in bars?” I asked raising a brow.

He held up his hands. “ I was minding my business, until you started mummering various things into your whiskey glass.”

“I wasn’t-“ I started, but I stopped myself, maybe I had been.

“I’m not here for anything,” I warned him. “No saving, no flirting. Just trying to forget.”

His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Same.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes, just breathing in the noise and heat of the club. For the first time that night, my heart didn’t feel like it was suffocating me.

Then I let it out.

“I’m tired,” I admitted. “Tired of trying to be something I’m not. Tired of pretending it doesn’t hurt, when it does and they look at me like a stain on their perfect world.”

I looked down, my thumb tracing the rim of my glass, my sight gradually turning blurry.

“But I’m not giving up. Even if they break me. Even if the world spits me out. Giving up isn’t just in me.”

His gaze sharpened.

He listens, He listens.

“I’d rather burn than be silent,” I added.

“No matter how many times they try to put me out.”

I’d said it all, the thing I never dared to say out loud.

He didn’t speak right away. He just stared at me, as if he was observing me. Something unreadable flickered in his expression.

“ I used to be like you,” he said finally. “Foolish, Brave.”

“What happened”

His lips twisted. “I stopped being Foolish.”

That answer hurt more than I thought it would. I didn’t want to end up like him…Numb, surviving instead of living.

I studied his face, trying to know what he was thinking.

“Sometimes, the only way to survive, is to carve out your meaning from the ruins of what they have expected”.

The drinks kept coming. We talked more about nothing, about everything. He never asked too many questions. Neither did I.

It was like we existed only in that space, in that moment.

Somewhere between the fourth drink and the last, the air between us changed. We stared at each other, getting drunk and lost.

He reached across the table, fingers brushing mine.

I didn’t pull away.

I leaned in for a kiss, I didn’t think about tomorrow, I didn’t care that he was older, or that I didn’t know his name. I only cared that for the first time in forever, Someone looked at me like I wasn’t a burden.

I moved to sit by his side.

His hands on my Waist felt solid. Safe, Real.

“He stood up slowly. “Come with me,” He said. He didn’t plead. And I didn’t question it. I didn’t care about tomorrow.

I followed him out of the club. The cool night air sobered me just a little, but not enough to make me turn back.

A black SUV waited outside. He opened the door for me, and I slid in, heart pounding so loud it drowned my thoughts.

The drive was silent. His thigh brushed mine and I could feel the electricity between us sharp and undeniable.

A part of me felt that I would regret all this and that I was making a mistake.

But when we reached the hotel and stepped into the penthouse suite, all those thoughts disappeared.

He opened the door and stepped aside for me to enter. As I walked in, I was barely able to breathe.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his voice was low and laced with restraint.

I met his gaze. “Yes.”

The moment the door shut behind us, it was like the air shifted.

He moved slowly like he was giving me a chance to change my mind, but I didn’t. I didn’t care.

His hand cupped my cheeks, thumb brushing away a stand of hair. His lips hovered just inches from mine, waiting for a sign.

So I gave it.

I closed the distance between us.

His mouth crashed into mine, desperate and aching, and I melted into him. It wasn’t gentle, nor slow. It was a heat of hunger and everything I’d been bottling up for months.

Slowly, my clothes came off in a trail between the living room and the bedroom.

His hands were everywhere waist, my back, my thighs. His hands ran through my hair as he touched me like he was trying to memorize me.

And I let him.

He pushed me back against the sheets and hovered above me. Then I saw the look again, the broken buried part of him that he was trying to mask.

He kissed my collarbone, slowly biting me causing me to let out a moan.

“Mmm”

He moved his other hand to my hips, as his other hand played with my n*****s. Slowly they were replaced with his mouth. He licked, bit, and sucked my n*****s like his life depended on it. Each touch left a fire trail on my skin. Each moan that escaped from my lips wasn't just pleasure, it was release. Freedom. Surrender.

He unfastened his pants, as the length of his c**k brushed my inner thigh.

He pulled me up as he took off my panties.

I nodded, signaling him to continue.

Slowly, he inserted it in.

I yelped in pain at first

He paused and waited till I could get used to the size. Then he continued. He slapped my inner thigh causing me to feel pain and pleasure.

He started slowly, nibbling on my breast as he pounded into me. His pace increased, and so did the pleasure. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me closer for a kiss. The kiss was full of hunger, from two people who just wanted to forget.

Before I could realize it, I had lost myself in it. I squeezed my eyes shut as the orgasm washed over me. I clamped my thighs together, but not for once did he pull out.

We went several rounds before my body froze. All the muscles in my thighs, belly, and bottom were tense and quivering. Slowly I passed out, and he followed suit.