I was done for.
The stranger's lips moved to my throat, nipping, licking, sucking, biting, kissing and caressing the soft flesh as he moved deliciously slow. With my hands still in his hair, I tugged hard. The moment the growl of lust released from those lips against my neck, his pace changed. It was no longer slow, aching and passionate, it was hard, fast, rough and all types of pleasurable.
I panted hard, moaning every time he pushed to the hilt, breaking me apart from the inside.
“So. Damn. Tight.” He groaned, pushing me further to the impending orgasm that I knew would hit me like nothing I’d ever known.
“Oh god.” I felt his teeth sink in to my skin harder than he had before, bringing the orgasm so close I could almost taste it. “Shit.”
His pace, strong and hard, quickly turned frenzied, the uneven thrusts against my clit pushing boundaries. Just when I thought I couldn't’t moan any more, my orgasm hit.
I was floating.
I was flying.
I was coming.
With two last hard thrusts, he was right there with me.
A stranger I had only met merely an hour ago gave me an orgasm so fierce that it shattered my world and everything in it.
THE MINUTE MY BODY CAME DOWN from its heady high, all normal, rational thoughts quickly returned. What the hell had I just done? Not only had I been trying to spy on a stranger with a unique voice, but I had dropped my non-existent panties without a single protest.
Oh my god.
I didn't even know his name.
I was basically a hooker.
Shit.
The stranger slowly pulled out of me, the full feeling leaving my body instantly. It was only then I really took him in. Damn it, he was stunning, like a damn masterpiece. It was then I noticed a tattoo sat beneath his rib cage; I couldn’t make out what it said but the script font was beautiful.
“What does your tattoo say?” I blurted out as he placed me back on my feet, turning his back on me as he pulled his dress pants back up. “On your ribs.”
I scolded myself instantly. You asked him about his tattoo? What about asking him is name instead? No? Of course not.
I was met with a wall of silence as he moved towards another door in the far right corner of his office. Funny, I hadn't noticed it before. He stepped inside the room and I took the opportunity to clean myself up. I straightened my dress, mindful of my still shaking legs as I did so. Smoothing down my hair, I realized how epically awkward this really was. It wasn't the same as bringing a guy back to my apartment; they usually fled before I woke, cutting out the awkward morning after period.
Rocking on my heels, I wondered what the hell to do. Do I leave? This wasn't my first rodeo but what do you do in that kind of situation? Deciding to hell with it, I walked towards the small room in the back of his office. The closer I got to the room, the more I heard the distinct sound of water running. Wait, did he have a shower in there?
Standing in the doorway, I peeked in. Right there in the middle of the room was a shower. Literally just a shower. The whole room was one large wet room. The shower looked like something out of James Bond; it was clearly chrome and had more knobs on it than any shower needed. Then my eye line moved, landing on a very naked stranger.
His body glistened from the water that still clung to his skin as he pressed a button just to the right of the shower.
“There are spare towels if you’d like a shower,” he said as he started brushing his teeth at the large his and hers sinks on the far right of the room.
“I don’t even know your name,” I word vomited. I tended to do that a lot. The filter that most normal people had? Yeah, mine was non-existent.
He chuckled softly, spitting into the sink. He lifted his head a couple of inches and I found myself staring at those dark, grey depths in his reflection in the mirror. With a smirk, I watched as he ran his thumb across his plump bottom lip, catching the remaining toothpaste. “Like I said, Payton, I like my privacy.”
Of course. This night was getting better and better. I still didn't know his name and I was still standing in his office like an idiot who’d never had a one night stand before. As I was lost in my thoughts, I was caught off guard when I found him standing before me.
“Hi,” I squeaked.
Wow. My vocabulary was amazing.
“Hey.” He smirked, leaning in close, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. I shuddered as if on reflex. “You can use my toothbrush.”
I instantly melted. That voice… did things to me that should have some kind of warning label. WARNING: This voice turns women stupid.
He flashed me a wink before moving past me into his office, a towel the only thing covering his junk. I turned, finding him in the middle of his office with his back to me. It hadn't escaped my notice that he’d completely avoided my questioning about his tattoo. I tried another tactic.