Chapter two

Without hesitation, the man took her by the hand, intertwining their fingers as he guided her down the long stretch of carpeted hall, away from the loud music coming from the club. As they turned down the corner, leaving behind the vibrant sounds resonating from within the club she had just come from, they approached the elevator doors. Rebecca had totally forgotten about her friends who were still back in the club. But if they were being honest, this had been their idea in the first place, she was just seeing it through to the end.

When the elevator doors closed, and they were alone, the man turned to face Rebecca, his hands planted firmly on her hips as he pinned her against the reflective walls, his lips hovering inches from her own.

“You’re gorgeous…” he whispered. Rebecca was lost for words at the sudden compliment, and in that moment, she suddenly become aware of his presence. There was a certain charm about him that intrigued her, and it wasn’t just his looks either. She didn’t want to question the moment, but for the first time that night, she realized she didn’t know his name. But before she could ask, the elevator doors dinged open and he grabbed hold of her arm once again, and pulled her out of the cramped space.

As they walked down the hall only to stop in front of a door. Rebecca realized how different this floor was from the one they had come up from. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a key card, his eyes intense.

Rebecca felt a thrill of excitement as he slid the key card into the lock, all the while she kept asking herself If this was really happening or if it was all a dream.

When the door clicked open to reveal a luxurious suite, Rebecca felt her jaw drop. The room was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the cityscape below. But it was the bed, a massive king-sized affair with silky sheets and plush pillows, that caught her attention.

Just who was this guy? He must be rich enough to be able to afford this room.

The man stepped into the room, pulling Rebecca in with him, before Locking the doors. He impatiently took off his jacket, barely able to holdback his urge to have her body writhing underneath him.

With the doors locked, the air about the man seemed to change as his movements became more deliberate, and predatory. He began unbuttoning his shirt with slow, teasing motions as though letting her anticipate what was to come next, and it was working too well on Rebecca.

She felt her breath hitch as she watched him undress, her body already responding to the promise of his touch. She could feel the heat between her legs tingle with anticipation as the tension between them kept building like a storm about to break.

“I want you,” The man murmured, the words carrying a weight of desire that made Rebecca’s pulse race. And just like before, launched an attack on her lips, but this time she could tell he wasn’t holding back. She didn’t want him to hold back.

A sly moan escaped her lips when he trailed wet kisses down the sides of her jaw, all the way to her neck. Biting and sucking on it until the skin there turned tender, leaving behind red markings.

His kisses were like gasoline, adding flames to her already burning fire, awaking a primal need within her that she could no longer deny. She arched her neck, giving him better access as he continued to nip and suck at the sensitive flesh there, her breath coming in short, heavy gasps as the pleasure mounted.

The man’s hands roamed her body, stroking the curves of her waist and hips through the latex dress. He trailed kisses back up to her lips, his tongue darting dipping into her mouth, forcing it open as a low growl escaped from his chest.

The room was filled with the sounds of their desire, the rustle of fabric and the sharp intake of breath. Rebecca held onto his shoulder for support as he lifted her in his arms like she weighed nothing at all. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling how hard he was through the thin layer of her lacy panties, her mind wandered, wondering how it would feel to have him inside her.

As the two continued to kiss, the man moved over to the large king-sized bed, while his slender fingers skillfully unzipped her dress from behind. He laid her down on the bed, the silk sheets welcoming here. It felt like a bed of clouds. Once she was on her back, he pulled her dress over her head, his eyes raking over her body with raw hunger. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

A pleasant surprise. He thought to himself.

Having easy access to her body now, his hands shamelessly cupped both her breast and she gasped. Sighs of pleasure left her lips as his thumbs teased the pebbled peaks of her nipples.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled. “I can’t wait to have you.”

The man continued to massage her breasts, his thumbs stroking the sensitive tips as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, his tongue teasing the bud until she moaned in pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair.

“ah~” she gasped, her hips pressing into his, seeking friction. “please…”

A cruel smile curled up the corner of his lips as he pulled away from her. He was very much pleased by her reaction him. He pressed his lips into hers, the hard length of his arousal straining against his slacks’.

“Are you certain you want this? We can stop if you want…” the man said, and Rebecca who previously had her eyes closed opened them again with a frown. Was he serious? After giving her body so much attention, did he really think she would back down now? No.

How long had it been since she felt this alive? At this point, she might as well be desperate for him, she…needed him.

“…because, once we start, I won’t be gentle.” There was a subtle warning in voice that was rough with desire. He could clearly see that she wanted him. But he wanted to tease her just a little bit longer, and she hated it. Just like before, she gave him the perfect response.

Rebecca could feel the heat of his body against hers, the pulse of his body arousal calling her. She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I can handle it.”

He smiled behind her fingers on, his hands slowly sliding up her smooth thighs. Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat as his fingers glided upwards, brushing against the lacy edge of her panties that barely kept her hidden from his prowling gaze.

And with one fluid like movement, he pulled her underwear down, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.