Reckless night
1177 Words
RECKLESS NIGHT
His eyes lock on me, sharp, dangerous, and so piercing that I forget how to breathe.
I blink a few times, trying to steady myself, but the room keeps spinning. “I… I’m sorry,” I mumble, gripping the door handle for balance. “I must’ve—uh—got the wrong room.”
He sets his glass down slowly, his gaze never leaving me. “You think?” His voice is deep, rich, and laced with something that sounds like amusement.
I swallow hard, my heart pounding. “I didn’t mean to—uh—interrupt your little party.”
He leans back on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal sculpted abs and a faint tattoo curling up his neck. The sight makes my stomach flip.
He studies me for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re drunk.”
I tilt my head, smiling weakly. “You’re drunk too.”
That makes him chuckle, low and husky. “Maybe,” he says, lifting his glass.
“Why?” I ask, stepping closer. “Were you cheated on too?”
His jaw flexes. “Drunk, yes,” he says quietly. “Cheated on, no.”
Something about his tone makes me pause. There’s weight behind it, pain, maybe anger.
I blink at him, swaying a little. “Then why drink alone?”
He lifts a brow, a faint smirk tugging his lips. “Maybe I needed to forget,” he says, voice low, steady. “And you?”
“I needed to feel nothing,” I whisper, moving closer until I can smell the faint spice of his cologne. “Mind if I join you?”
He studies me for a long moment, quiet, unreadable, then nods once. “Go ahead.”
Without waiting, I reach for the glass in his hand. Our fingers brush, and my stomach flutters. I bring it to my lips, taking a slow sip. The taste is rich, smooth, and warm as it slides down my throat.
“Mmm,” I hum softly. “Strong… but good.”
His eyes follow the movement of my lips, curiosity flickering in them like a secret flame. He doesn’t speak, just pours another drink and hands it to me.
Minutes pass. We drink in silence, the only sounds are the soft music and the clink of glass.
By the time the bottle’s almost empty, I can barely feel my legs. The world feels soft, slow, and blurry. I giggle for no reason, my hand brushing his arm as I lean in.
He watches me, not with judgment, but with quiet fascination, like he’s trying to figure out who I am and why I feel so broken.
“I think…” I mumble, laughing under my breath, “I’m hot .”
As he smiles at me, I can't help but notice how attractive he is. His chiseled jaw, his broad shoulders, the way his shirt stretches across his chest... I lick my lips, suddenly feeling very hot.
"Hey, are you okay?" The stranger asks, noticing my unfocused gaze. "You look a little flushed."
"I'm fine," I insist, even though I know I'm not. The alcohol is making me reckless and bold. "I'm just...in the mood for some fun."
He raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what kind of fun did you have in mind?"
I lean in closer, resting my hand on his thigh. "The kind of fun that involves you and me...alone. In this bed."
His eyes darken with lust as he realizes what I'm implying. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You’re drunk..."
"We are drunk, and I don’t care," I slur, reaching up to undo a button on his shirt. "I want you. Right now."
He doesn't stop me as I continue to undress him, revealing his toned chest. I trail my fingers over his abs, feeling the heat of his skin.
"f**k it," he growls, suddenly grabbing me and pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues dance as we both moan into each other's mouths.
When we finally break apart, we're both panting. "Let's continue this in bed," I say breathlessly.
He nods, helping me to my feet. We stumble over to the bed together, not caring that we're both still a bit tipsy.
Once there, we both fall onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, kissing and groping each other. I can't seem to get enough of him, running my hands over every inch of his body.
He makes quick work of my clothes, tossing them aside until I'm bare. He takes a moment to admire my naked form before lowering his head between my legs.
"Oh god," I moan as he starts licking and sucking at my most sensitive spots. He knows exactly what he's doing, driving me wild with pleasure.
When he slides a finger inside me, I nearly come undone right then and there. "Please, I need you," I beg, tugging at his hair.
“Please ,” I whimper, spreading my legs wider.”
He doesn't make me wait long. He positions himself at my entrance and thrusts in deep, filling me completely. We both cry out at the sensation, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
He sets a fast, hard pace, pounding into me again and again. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
"Yes, yes, f**k me harder!" I scream, too far gone to care about being quiet. The bed creaks and bangs against the wall with each powerful thrust.
He reaches between our bodies to rub my c**t, sending me hurtling towards orgasm. "That's it baby, come for me," he grunts.
My muscles clench around him as my climax crashes over me like a wave. "OH f**k, yes!" I scream, seeing stars.
He follows right behind me, buried deep as he fills me with his hot seed. We both collapse together, panting and sweaty.
The night slips into a blur of mistakes and longing, the kind that can’t be undone.
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A throbbing pain pulses in my head as I slowly open my eyes. The light spilling through the window blinds me for a second, and I groan, clutching my temples.
Then I notice it—
Clothes scattered across the room.
Mine.
My eyes go wide, and I jolt upright, the silk sheet sliding down my bare skin. A sharp scream escapes my throat before I can stop it.
“What the hell…” I whisper, heart pounding so hard it hurts.
I’m naked. The air smells faintly of wine and something… masculine.
…the faint trace of expensive cologne still lingers in the air.
I look around, panic rising in my chest. The room is quiet, too quiet. My gaze darts to the chair near the bed where a man’s jacket hangs, royal looking, and rich in fabric.
But he’s gone.
My breathing quickens as flashes of last night hit me in pieces, his eyes, his voice.
“Oh my God…” I whisper, covering my mouth.
What did I do?
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