Nights of Temptation

Aria Groft pressed her glass of champagne to her lips, not to drink but to mask the boredom tugging at her. She had high expectations for this party but now she just wanted to leave. The rooftop pulsed with loud music booming from invisible speakers, overshadowing the shallow conversations circling around her. She had dressed the part tonight. A red silk slip-on dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, diamond pins glittering in her hair. She looked like she belonged, but her spirit already wandered elsewhere. Aria set her untouched glass down and slipped away. She didn't expect anyone to notice her absence, because they never did. The cool night carried with it the scent of rain from earlier in the evening and she leaned against the glass railing, exhaling slowly, letting her mind quiet down. On the balcony next door, a man stood alone. He didn’t belong to the party, his side of the building was dark except for a low lamp glow spilling from inside his apartment. He was leaning casually against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers, the orange tip of it glowing every time he brought it to his lips. His eyes found hers almost instantly, as if he had been waiting for her. He wasn’t dressed for company with a black t-shirt, grey lounge pants that hung low on his hips. He had dark hair, slightly ruffled and he refused to look away. “Enjoying the view?” he asked, his voice roughened by smoke. Aria tilted her head slightly, “Depends. Are you part of it?” That earned the faintest twitch of a smirk from him as he tapped ash over the railing. “Maybe. You look like the only interesting thing at that party.” Her laugh slipped out before she could stop it. “And you look like you’d rather be anywhere else,” she returned. He shrugged one shoulder. “I’m exactly where I want to be.” His gaze lingered on her, slow and deliberate. “But you? You don’t fit there.” He was right, but he was just a stranger. She held his stare, adrenaline rushing through her. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Julian.” Smoke floated from his mouth. “And you?” “Aria.” “Figures,” he said, as if her name explained something about her. Her fingers traced the balcony railing. Rationality told her to laugh this off, to return to her champagne, and forget about the stranger who saw her like he wasn't supposed to. But her body leaned forward, curious and restless. “You always smoke alone while watching other people’s parties?” she teased. “Only when someone makes it worth watching.” Aria’s lips curved wickedly. She looked at the slim railing dividing her balcony from his and felt a rush of excitement. “Hold that cigarette,” she said. He raised a brow and stepped back as she raised her dress slightly and swung a leg over the railing. Her heart hammered in her chest as the air rushed against her thighs. One wrong move, and she’d be another story on tomorrow’s headlines. But then her heels touched solid ground on his balcony and she exhaled triumphantly. Julian’s eyes danced with mirth as he took her in, “You’re insane.” “Maybe,” she whispered, brushing against him as she steadied herself. “But it’s better than being bored.” For a moment, neither of them moved. She could feel the heat of his body, the faint smell of tobacco and cologne emanating from him. Then he reached out, his fingers brushing her skin. “You don’t even know me,” Julian murmured. “Exactly,” she said, tilting even closer. "That's what makes it perfect.” And his mouth was on hers before her last word faded. The kiss was hungry. His hand slid into her hair, angling her deeper, while her fingers held on to his shirt, pulling him closer. Aria moaned into his mouth, her body pressed flush to his, silk against cotton, heat sparking wherever they touched. His lips trailed down her jaw, his rough stubble grazing her sensitive skin. “Someone could see,” she gasped, though the thrill only heightened her desire. “Let them,” he growled against her throat. His hands slid down her back, gripping her hips, pulling her against his already hard c**k. She bit her lip, shivering at the raw hunger in his eyes. Julian spun her around, pressing her against the railing. Her breath faltered as his palm slipped under her dress, moving until he found the thin bit of lace covering her. His fingers pressed against the damp heat between her thighs, and she gasped, clutching his shirt. “You’re already soaked,” he whispered as his tongue traced her ear. “You want this as much as I do.” Aria bit her lip, but a moan escaped her. She wanted him with a desperation that burned away every trace of reason. He hooked his fingers into her panties, dragging them down her thighs until they tangled around her ankle. She kicked them aside, her heart racing at the thought of her underwear lying abandoned on a stranger’s balcony. Julian untied his lounge pants, and her breath caught at the sight of him. He was hard and thick with big veins protruding from the head of his c**k. He stroked himself once, his eyes locked on her flushed face. “Turn around,” he ordered. She gripped the railing and obeyed, as he lifted her dress, leaving her bare to him. Julian pressed against her, his chest to her back, his c**k teasing, sliding between her slick folds. She whimpered, rocking back against him. “Please,” she whispered. He growled low, gripping her hips, and pushed inside her in one deep thrust. Aria cried out, the sound swallowed by the wind, her body stretching around him. “f**k,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. “So tight.” She clutched the railing, her knuckles turning white, as he began to move. Slow at first, then faster, harder, each thrust jolting her against the glass. The danger of being so exposed and vulnerable made her wetter, her arousal slicking his length. “Julian,” she gasped, her voice breaking on his name. He pounded into her, his rhythm rough and urgent, as if he couldn’t get deep enough. His hand slid up to pull down the front of her dress to free her breasts. His fingers pinched her n****e, twisting it until she moaned loudly, arching into his touch. “Look at the city,” he growled into her ear, his huge balls slamming against her ass. “They could all see you.” She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. “I don’t care…” His thrusts became frantic, almost punishing, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the night. She was dizzy with sensation, every one of her nerves alive with the reckless delight of being claimed by a stranger out in the open. His hand slid lower, between her thighs as his fingers found her c**t. She jerked, crying out as sparks shot through her. “That’s it,” he hissed, stroking hard and fast while he drove into her. “Come for me, Aria.” Her body clenched around him, the pleasure building until she couldn’t hold it back. With a loud scream, muffled as he covered her mouth with his hands, she came… hard and violent waves crashing through her as her legs threatened to give out. Julian groaned with the tight pulsing of her walls dragging him over the edge. He buried himself deep one final time, spilling inside her with a guttural moan, his grip bruising on her hips and for a moment, neither of them moved. Slowly, he pulled out, and she whimpered, her thighs slick and trembling. Her dress was wrinkled, her breasts still exposed, lipstick smeared across her swollen lips. Julian turned her, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her slowly, savoring her taste. Without a word, he went inside the apartment and came back holding a folded piece of paper, then he slipped it into the front of her bra, his fingers brushing her n****e deliberately before withdrawing. “Call me,” he said softly. Aria could barely breathe. She adjusted her dress, her body still humming, and with one last look at him, she swung herself back onto the party balcony. The music swallowed her up instantly. No one even glanced her way as she reached for another glass of champagne, her lips tingling, her thighs still trembling. She felt his c*m dripping down her inner thighs, hidden beneath the silk of her dress as Julian’s number burned against her skin like a secret brand.