Ch-3
1074 Words
Raven Blackwell
"So what's your name?"
I asked, as I tried to flirt. I didn't realize that I was that bad at it.
The worst thing was that he didn't even answer me. He just stood there ignoring me.
It was as if the ground opened up and swallowed me. Was I this down bad? Was Michael's absence really playing games in my mind?
I questioned even further. But I didn't give up. I wanted him in my bed and I was going to get him.
"Playing hard to get I see?"
I said as I gulped down another swig of beer for liquid courage.
This time he walked away. I couldn't believe it. Is it that I was not hot enough? Or was I coming on too strong?
At this point I just gave up but that was when the bartender whispered something to me as he handed me another bottle.
"You better be careful, darlin', he's dangerous."
I didn't know if that was supposed to make me lose interest but it made him sound hotter.
I watched him as he shouldered around the bar in his tight leather jeans and biker boots.
He was nothing like Michael. I just knew it.
I kept on watching him as I drank. His presence alone intoxicated me.
The more I drank the more I craved him. His denial and mysteriousness made me desire him even more.
At this point I did not have any sort of control. I was going to throw myself at any opportunity and at any chance I get.
So I turned on the music that was playing and then started dancing in the most seductive way a woman could call a man.
With enough beer in my system I was definitely a wild creature waiting to be tamed.
The more I danced the more he sat there looking at me. I could feel his gaze and wandering eyes following me with each step I took.
The more my body bent the more I could feel him. I didn't really want him in all honesty. I just wanted to forget Michael, I wanted revenge. Was that too much to ask?
When I was tired of dancing, I felt frustrated. He still hadn't made a move. Only I walked up to the bartender as I spoke.
"How much are my beers? And how much are your rooms?"
It was quite an object from the turn off of my voice that I was upset.
" $50 for the beers and our rooms go for 100 bucks"
I pulled up my wallet and removed the 200 Bill and dropped it on the counter as I walked away.
Getting into my room I banged the door and screamed out of frustration.
"Arrggg"
Why couldn't he just take a hint. Maybe he didn't want to. I sighed heavily as I lay on my bed.
I closed my eyes for a moment and then I had my door bang open.
I had a quick panic and I jumped off my bed with questions.
"Who are you?"
I asked without looking at the face. Then that was when I realized that it was him.
Immediately my lips went mute of questions. He moved close to me as he closed the door behind him.
"You like playing games don't you?"
He whispered in my ears. And that was enough to get me wet.
"Aren't you going to answer me?"
His husky deep voice echoed. It resounded in my ears.
I swallowed a bulge down my throat as he touched me. I watched his hands, tracing a line down my neck. He choked me as he asked me a question.
"Aren't you going to answer me?"
Immediately, I tried to push his hand away but he threw me on the bed. I didn't know if I was to be scared or excited but I laid down there regardless.
Apparently the bartender was not wrong that he was dangerous.
He pulled my legs forward as my body met his. He cupped my face in his palms as he kissed me.
That was the most passionate kiss I've ever gotten in my life. I wanted his tongue at the back of my throat.
Then he released me. The air between us left me gasping for more. Taking off his shirt I could see and feel his well stenciled abs.
Instantly the thong I had on was flooded. I followed him and took off my shirt as well. He snapped off my bra with just one of his hands.
My breast fell out instantly and my n*****s were in his hands. Teasing me to a point where I had to beg to take off my thong.
"please take it off"
He ignored me and continued sucking my n*****s. The more I begged the more he choked me with his other hand
Then finally he stood up looking at me. He took off his pants and then I saw his c**k.
I closed my eyes because I couldn't believe how big it was. He dragged my legs to the edge of the bed and spread them using fingers in my p***y.
I was whimpering. He buried his c**k into my p***y. His thrusts were extremely aggressive but I enjoyed it regardless.
I couldn't help but moan. Then I could feel my climax building. The more he thrust me and choked me I felt myself coming to an Abyss of pleasure.
With one final thrust, I felt the pleasure explode within me. He fell on me instantly and that was when I knew we both reached at the same time.
I could feel his energy. Looking into his eyes I knew what he was. We were the same. That could explain a lot of things. I told myself.
I wanted more, I needed more but I couldn't stay for more. I could blame the liquor or Michael, this wasn't me.
I was in here for one night stands with strangers no matter how good they sounded or felt.
I didn't even wait for a c**k to crow. I took my clothes and left. I didn't get his name, I didn't even want it. I was too ashamed.
I came here to spread my father's ashes. Not to do this.
As soon as I dressed up, I tiptoed out of the room but then I had him ask in a sleepy voice:
" Where are you going?"
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