A Night to Remember
1086 Words
Aria
My head was fuzzy and static from all the drama.
I should be scared
That’s the normal response, right? kidn*pped, drunk, strange man. Instead, I’m just... buzzy.
Like I downed three bottles of vodka. I blame the blurry madness of tonight. I blame the fact that this man's hands were steady when everything in my life was falling apart.
Yet this strange man had crossed me on the bed, and then he grabbed the blanket.
“Still think this is bad customer service?” he asked in a low voice and my stomach tightened.
“Still think this is bad customer service?” he asked in a low voice and my stomach tightened.
“Depends, what's in the suite package?” I said.
The blanket drops, and he doesn't move; his shirt rides forward.
His knee nudged against my thigh, a bit close but not close enough for a stupid drunk brain.
“You tell me,” he says.
I swallow. My throat is dry.
“I'm considering my rating,” I say while maintaining eye contact.
He leans into me, his body weight slightly on mine.
His eyes flickered over my shoulders and back to my eyes.
“Rule one of good customer service,” he said slowly, like I'm dumb. “Don't take advantage of drunk guests.”
I am drunk?. I asked
“He knows, I know, we all know, can we move on?” I asked.
“Rule number two”? I asked
“I make the rules, he said, he said, pulling back.
My hands darted out, grabbing his shirt.
“Hey, who said you could leave? “ I said.
“Don't pretend to be noble now,” I said, feeling disappointed.
He froze, looking at my fist on his shirt and said,
“You're drunk”
“So?” I tug.
“I'm drunk, I won't remember anything,” I said, sliding my hands up his chest.
His skin was warm underneath my palms. This was real
“This is a bad idea,” he exhaled.
“Then stop me,” I say.
He stared at me for three heartbeats. I count them because counting is the only thing my brain can do at the moment.
One.
Two.
Three.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and before I could react, his mouth came crashing into mine.
“Oh”, I gasped, my voice hoarse.
It wasn't sweet, it was rough, desperate, like he'd been holding back.
I tasted the bourbon he had been drinking, and it burned through my senses and made my head spin.
I tried to speak, but it came out as a whimper. All I could do was cling to him like a lifeline.
His tongue pushed into mine, attacking me with a ferocity whilst grabbing the back of my neck, his fingers scattered in my hair.
He kisses me like he's mad about it and I kiss him back as much, since my filters are offline since I had wanted it in the car, maybe even before.
My nails dug into his back, leaving red lines.
He groans into my mouth, low and rough. My back arched off the bed chasing his tongue.
“Hey,” I gasp when he lets me breathe.
“Shut up,” he says, pulling me back into him.
My legs can’t decide if they want to wrap around him or kick him off. They settle for trembling. Traitors.
He separates, his eyes burning through me, and he breaches my knees, his hands reaching for me.
“Bad idea?,” he says against my skin.
“Worst,” I agree. Then I pulled his mouth back to mine.
His hand slid under the shirt. Frantically, he dragged it across my skin leaving goosebumps.
I arch my back trying to reach him.
“You have no idea what you're asking for,” he murmured.
“I don't care,” I said.
He kisses my neck, his breath hot and the smell of brandy stronger.
He bit down, not hard enough to break my skin, but enough to make me gasp.
Wait,” I said, uncertain, all of a sudden.
“Shut up,” he said again, and this time his voice sounded broken and softer.
I felt his hands slide beneath my hips, firm and grinding as he pulled me towards the end of the mattress, leaving me completely open to him.
When he dipped his head, the first graze of his tongue sent a sharp jolt to my core.
It was hot and agonizingly slow. I arched off the sheets, my breath hitching a whimper as my fingers tangled desperately in his hair.
He moved against me with a steady rhythm that drowned out everything else.
Everything was reduced to the slickness of his tongue, building pressure deep in my belly.
Just as I felt the tremors of release, beginning to coil, his weight shifted.
He pulled back, his breathing more ragged than mine as he braced his arms to move over to me.
The anticipation was so thick I could taste it.
Bzzzt.
His phone rings, we ignore it his tongue inside me.
Bzzzt ,bzzt.
We ignore it.
Knock knock knock.
He slid the drawer open. When he took his hands, the matte finish of the handgun caught the dim light of the room.
My heart went still for a moment, fear gripping me. The buzzy heat in my veins turned to ice in an instant.
“Housekeeping,” someone said from the hall. “Towel service.”
He goes still, the guy feasting on me, stupid gone.
" Don't move,” he says, retrieving his hand from underneath me.
At 2:00 AM, the hotel was a tomb, nobody was delivering towels.
He moved towards the door, his feet sinking into the carpet without a sound.
I stayed on the mattress, my legs still parted, and my skin flushed from the damp heat of his mouth.
I felt vulnerable, still feeling the graze of his tongue still burning against my core.
Shame on you Aria, you're in danger and this is the only thing you can think about.
He looked at me, and the desperation I had seen in his eyes had been replaced by a cold, calculating demeanor.
“Change of plans?” I whisper. The drunk haze rips. Not all the way, just enough to let the cold sink in.
My voice shaky
“Stay,” he said and placed his hand on the doorknob.
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