Billionaire's First Mistake

Encounter with a Stranger

Chapter 2

Aisling POV

As soon as we walked into his private room on the top floor of the club, he turned to me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. "Let your hair down," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding, yet there was a softness to it that interested me.

I raised a curious eyebrow at him but obediently reached my hand back at a slow momentum and pulled out the tie, keeping my hair up in a ponytail.

A quick assessment of my surroundings made me dumbstruck. This room's peaceful privacy was the direct opposite to the club's loud, active atmosphere. The stylish, modern design was warmly covered by the gentle light from outside, which was faintly lighted into the room. The city below was breathtaking, which was obvious through the windows, with the captivating backdrop of glistening lights. It was the kind of room that transported you to another dimension, a world where time stood still.

I slowly and seductively shook my head, letting my red hair fall down to the middle of my back in loose coils and the stranger's blue eyes filled with heat as he stared at it. His action made me catch my breath.

"So damn beautiful!" he muttered, more to himself than to me. The way he said it, with a raw, almost desperate edge, sent a shiver down my spine. The way he had said; I was beautiful was different from the usual compliments I received from men I had been with, which felt rehearsed and meaningless. Like they were saying it just to please me. But this was different; this felt real. He said it like he had tried to keep the words in but failed.

For a moment, I just stood there, unsure of how to respond. Compliments were something I was used to, but this…this felt different. His gaze held me captive, as if he was seeing something in me that I didn’t even see in myself. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored my own, and it made me feel exposed, yet strangely drawn in.

"Well…..."

He didn't let me finish my sentence, he crossed the room in one long strand and reached for me. And then his mouth was on mine, hot, hungry and insistent, catching me off guard. The world seemed to stop, I moaned into the kiss, my hands grabbing at the front of his shirt. I felt him press against me and I rubbed him like a cat in the heat.

The heat from him surrounded me as our tongues tangled against each other. Time seemed to blur as we stumbled backward, our bodies pressed together in a heated embrace.

He pushed me back into the bed, his mouth never leaving mine.

I could feel the tension in him, the pent-up energy that crackled between us like live wire. His hands roamed over my body, exploring, teasing, but always stopping short of where I wanted him most.

I gasped as he pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "You're so damn perfect," he whispered against my skin, his voice rough with desire. His words, though simple, ignited something deep within me; a longing, a need I hadn’t known was there.

But just as quickly as the moment had ignited, it began to shift. He looked into my eyes, his gaze searching, as if trying to memorize every detail of my face. There was something almost tender in the way he touched me, which was a total opposite to the intensity of his earlier actions.

His hand gripped my thigh and began to slide up, dragging my dress higher and higher.

"Oh God," I cried as his hands cupped my inner part through my soaked underwear.

"You're dripping for me, Red."

"Yes. Yes!" I gasped as his mouth trailed down my jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses across the planes of my jaw and down my neck and collar bone.

He dragged the thin straps of my dress down my shoulders and arms, mouth pressing against each inch of revealed flesh.

"Please!" I moaned, unsure what I was begging for. My body was a mess of nerves and aching needs and I needed him to stop teasing me.

His wicked mouth covered one of my boos and my back arched at the sensation that coiled up my spine.

"Arrgh," I let out a scream as his other hand began to knead the other, his fingers plucking against the hardness while his teeth scraped over the other.

I rocked my hips up, grinding my bottoms against his hardness. I had never needed anything as I needed this stranger at that moment.

I needed to feel him, skin against mine. My clumsy hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them jerkily. The blue-eyed man pulled away to toss the shirt off his body and I sucked in a breath as his muscled shoulders, pecs and row of abdominal grooves came into view.

The man undressed, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. He bent over me and took my mouth for another searing kiss, with teeth nipping at my bottom lip. His kisses were drugging, so intoxicating that all my senses went flying.

"You taste so good," he murmured into my mouth, "I'm going to find out how you taste everywhere."

"Oh God." This man I go good I chanted inside me.

Then finally, I got what I wanted, as he took me over and over again until I lost count of the number of times he gave me my satisfaction, as I trembled, but yet I found myself wanting more.

"More, more, please." I asked again and again.

"I'm going to give you much more than more, Red. I'm going to give you everything."

No man had ever taken me as he did before, and I couldn't believe my first experience was with a perfect stranger.

As we laid there, our breathing heavy and our bodies still pressed together, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions within me. This man, a stranger not long ago, had managed to stir something deep inside me; a mix of desire, curiosity, and a yearning for something more. But what was it that I was truly yearning for? Was it more of him, or was it the idea of escaping the reality that awaited me outside these walls?

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say, what I could say. All I knew was that I was caught in my emotions, swept up in something far bigger than myself. My heart ached with the knowledge that this moment, no matter how fleeting, was something I’d held onto for a long time.

Then, without warning, he pulled me close again, this time with a gentler urgency. His lips found mine once more, but now the kiss was different; slower, deeper, as if he was savoring the moment. My heart beat in my chest, the sound almost deafening in the silent room.

When he finally pulled away, I was left breathless, my mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings. He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, and for a moment, we just stood there, holding onto each other as if afraid to let go. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way he held me as if I was something precious, it all felt so real, so intense, different from my previous encounters.

"That was really something," I croaked after a long silence.

"We're hardly done yet," his voice promised that he was hardly done with me. I didn't know whether to be afraid or excited.

After another intense moment, we both lay breathless. At this moment, all of me was trembling with desire.

"I…" I began, but he placed a finger against my lips, silencing me.

"Don't say anything," he murmured. "Just be here with me." With his encouragement, I melted into the puddle of desire beneath the blue-eyed stranger.

And so I was. In that room, high above the city, I let myself get lost at the moment, in the warmth of his embrace, and the strange, inexplicable connection that seemed to bind us together. For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to just be.