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MIA

NINE HOURS EARLIER

"It's a red flag if you hit on me minutes after watching another guy try to get handsy."

"I just need someone to talk to."

He doesn't reek of alcohol, or maybe whatever cologne he wears masks it well. His scent invades my nostrils. We reach the end of the bar and grab a stool. "Glad to know you're not trying to get into my pants then."

"Who said I wasn't trying."

His smirk screams temptation and I should run. Flirting in a bar, drunk, and aching is not a good idea. I should leave now. Find Maya and go.

"Tell me about yourself."

He cuts my turmoil. Is it sad that no one truly asked? Nick and I grew up together, so he knew me. Or so he thought, I never got the talking stage with him. For most, they've had it too many times it became predictable, I just needed the first experience.

Cute. Projecting your insecurities on a stranger.

"I should find my friend. It's getting late. I grabbed my phone to leave. "

"Don't I get a name?"

"You first."

I answered, pausing for a response.

"You do not want to know my name Red." My fingers slipped into my hair, losing the curls with my fingers.

"How mysterious, just what every girl needs. You don't get to know mine either."

I turned my back against him. "What if I already do?"

I looked over my shoulder, his hands sticking into his hair and making a mess of the curls. He screams sex. Dark. Tall. Brooding. Brunette. Possibly natural curls. I should leave yet my hormones are making me think how it'll feel to run my fingers in them while my legs struggle to wrap around his torso and his lips are everywhere. Every. Single. Place.

"Goodbye."

I run towards the closest bathroom, block myself inside then splash water across my face, smearing the makeup I had on.

That was not okay. I broke up with Nick. I can't go flirting barely a day later. That's not okay.

I call Maya. No answer.

"Fuck no."

I slip through the second door, greeted with the same loud music. My head starts throbbing and I notice he's still at the same spot.

"Do not go."

Every nerve in me screams, yet my feet are being pulled towards him. How can I explain doing it yet not wanting to? "You're still here."

"I wanted to make sure you were fine."

"Bull. No way you're here sticking around with good motives."

I roll my eyes in annoyance. "Right. I won't flatter you with the good guy script or the acting bad boy either. I stayed back because I wanted to know if you were fine so I could continue with my plans."

"You have plans?"

My brows quirked with intrigue.

"Tell me."

I added before he could respond.

"I lied. My girlfriend didn't break up with me. I did."

The swift change throws me off. "Why are you telling me that?"

"So you don't feel a shred of guilt when I'm making you scream."

"Your confidence is cocky. You might want to get help."

I turn to leave again. "It's not confidence."

"Arrogance?"

He chuckles. Cool. Calm. "I have a boyfriend."

I find my lips saying. "Cute."

His smirk is taunting and I march towards him. "You seem sick, I can recommend a doctor."

"If I kiss you right now, then pull you towards the room behind us, toss this ridiculous dress off your body, tilt your panties to the side, then sink a finger inside you. Tell me, would I find you aching for more?"

He cocks his head and the air escapes my lungs. Why do I enable him? Just leave.

"Soaked probably?"

He adds, taunting. "I don't know. I'm not wearing panties."

I bite back in frustration. His eyes darkened, throat bulged as he took a gulp. "Mouthy. How about the Uber?"

"Cute." When did this turn into a banter?

I snickered, mocking as he did.

Was it the rock music? Is the alcohol burning in my throat? His unmistakable sex appeal? Not sure. Whatever it was, I fisted his shirt around my hand and pulled him towards me. He did the rest. A smirk tainting his lips as they crushed against mine.

I couldn't taste any alcohol. Either his plan covered alcohol stench, or he was completely sober, but all I could taste was myself on him. This is wrong, but the knowledge turns me on even more.

How could he tell we were next to the rooms?

"My plan."

Some of his words danced in my head. I was too preoccupied with pulling his buttons off to register the meaning. I'm glad he wore a button down, if he had a shirt on and these hands were on display, I'd have caved much earlier.

Is it crazy to compare a kiss between your ex and the guy you're hooking up with? I've been with two guys my whole life. Matt who kissed me in grade 8 during soccer practice and NIck, of course, my boyfriend - Ex.

With Nick, foreplay came secondary, It was sex first then cuddles later on, but this man who was exploring every inch of my mouth could not care if his dick was not in me yet. And I don't even know his name.

"Lay back."

My whole body shook. The contrast should end, but how can it be when these two men are the exact opposite of each other?

Is it the thrill or do I like these?

"It's gonna be hard for you to finish if you keep using your brain. That's the entire point. Turn it off."

He sunk to his knees, one to the ground then the other quickly followed. He didn't have to stretch his arms too far to reach the hem of my gown.

I thought he'd yank them off my body by tugging at the bottom, he'd need to be harsh to take it off, but he didn't. He rolled them over my thighs, trailing kisses as he did until reaching my knee.

Pausing, I arched my head over my shoulder, taking a peek at him. His eyes stayed locked on mine. "You smell divine."

I didn't know it was possible to get turned on more than I already was. A moan slipped through my lips at his subtle praise. How ironic. The perfume. Dinner dress. Thong. All for Nick, yet a stranger was praising and currently taking it off my body.

His gentle assault passed my knees until he reached my inner thighs, sucking then laying small kisses on both sides.

"Cute."

I'd assume he referred to the thong I wore when he reached my waist, my gown pooled just above my tummy. I think I prefer men like this, on their knees with their faces buried between my legs. Much prettier.

He hadn't thought to consider himself. Nick's hand would be pulling mine to his dick so I could get him off, but that was mutual, right?

Mr. Mysterious hasn't asked for anything yet. He led me towards the bed and then cowered.

"Lift your hips."

His tone wasn't smug or mocking. His commands echoed and they were rough. I wondered what would be the consequence of defying.

"No."

I squeezed my legs between his, caging myself in. He chuckled.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

I blinked in shock, confusion brewing at what he meant.

Without warning, he shoved my legs together, leaving almost no space. I tilted my head to glare, but he was quicker. His hands went around my neck, holding me in place without putting too much pressure.

"Much prettier."

He says as though he read my thoughts. Taking his other hand, he trailed over my face, drawing lines across my lips, reaching behind my back to unclip the bra I wore, all without breaking my gaze. I held my breath, matching the dark look in his eyes.

"I'm going to enjoy this more than I imagined."

Again with words that made no sense and not enough time to process them his back bent over and his lips latched across my neck, biting and leaving his mark.

Euphoria.

I shut my eyes and moaned, praying to God since I didn't know his names for the prayers to be directed to.

I hadn't realized when one of his legs moved mine apart and then laid over it. I couldn't tell what that was for until his grip on my neck loosened and his hands drove lower, below my stomach, laying over my belly button then finally fisting the hem of my thong.

He did in fact tilt them to the side. I tried to move my hips to get his fingers exactly where I needed them.

"Don't. I asked you to lift your hips. Now stay still."

I intended to whine, but the sound my ears heard was more moans. He took the praise and resumed hoisting his finger above my entrance, pressing the pad down.

"Just..."

He wants me to beg. Torture until I beg him.

"Soaked."

His free hand reached my jaw, forcing our eyes to meet.

"Beautiful."

My face was probably flushed. My gown was still bunched over my stomach and my breasts were almost out on display.

"I don't want to be fucked like I'm beautiful."

His eyes went dark again and he pushed a finger inside me. I screamed.

"So good."

His pace was just right. Exactly how I'd like it. How did he know? He pulled out and I groaned.

Stepping aside, he took my hand and pulled me off the bed, circling me and then tugging the traps of my gown down.

As it pooled around my feet, he cupped my ass, then turned my face so he could kiss me. Harder this time, until his tongue fed into my mouth and I couldn't hear myself moaning.

My bra landed with my other clothes and we were back on the bed.

"Lift."

He repeated. I obliged. He placed both legs on each side of his shoulder.

"Good girl."

Another praise. My greatest reward was his back arched and face against my pussy. And then he started eating like a starved man.

I clung to the sheets, biting my lips so no one would hear. Although with the loud music, I doubt anyone would pay attention to us.

"Just like that." I moaned

His hands held my thighs, and mine reached for his hair, pulling at the roots as I finished.

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