He's leaning against the bar, black t-shirt stretching across his chest, his muscles bunching against the sleeves as he surveys the club. The music is thumping loud and my shot of tequila is burning hard in my veins and I dance in the middle of the crowd on the dance floor. The beer next to him is untouched, condensation running down the side as it sits almost forgotten on the bar top beside him.

I feel his stare alight on me as I move on the dance floor. I know that I am being a bit of a tease now purposely swivelling my hips and rolling body suggestively as I turn to meet his stare. The intensiveness of his gaze catches me by surprise – I was used to having guys staring at me tonight– I knew that my skirt was slightly too short and my top purposely too tight. It had been a long week and I needed to let off steam – may be that is the reason that I move out of the crowd of people, grabbing my bag from my booth on the way towards him. He turns his body slightly towards me as I move to him sidestepping a duo of drunk and handsy college frat boys that make a grab at me. I lean my hip against the bar and move to take a sip of his beer all the time holding his eye. He doesn't say a word as he watches me sip the beer before placing it back down beside him.

"Like what you see?" I cock my head to the side waiting for his response. The silence from him is unnerving – maybe I had misread the situation. Just as I make the decision to turn away and walk away – he speaks his voice low and gravely but sexy as hell:

"I'd like it better naked, on my bed"

I feel a moan involuntarily come out of mouth at that – it was such a good line and the intense stare was making me hornier that I had been in months.

"All talk no action"

His eyes move down my body taking me in and then as they move up again he says

"It's been a hellish week love – I'm gonna rough, I'm gonna be demanding, you don't look like you can handle that. I will break you – go find someone who will treat you right huh."

He begins to turn away from me to survey the crowd again.

"You have no idea what I can handle! Its been a hellish week too and I could use some good stress relief. Bring it!"

were the next words out of my mouth before I even think - I don't know this guy was I really about to let him take me back to his place? It wasn't a smart move on any part yet I felt safe with him. He didn't seem like a serial killer or rapist, he seemed normal – they all seemed normal I beret myself especially the crazy ones. A hand wrapping around my wrist jerks me out of my self-admonishment at my brazen behaviour as a small smirk flitted across his lips.

He turned then pulling me behind him as we move towards the nearest exit. The door bangs loud behind me echoing around the empty street – a shiver moves down my spine and maybe it isn't just because of the cold. The dark envelopes us and I am very aware of the idea that we are the only ones around. I have no-one waiting up for me and with no idea of where we are going. The cold air causes the airs on my arms to stand up on end and I move slightly towards this stranger seeking some kind of body heat. He turns then as if sensing my moving into his space. I feel a wall press against my back and realise he has been backing me up.

His hand moves to stroke the side of my face before it moves quickly to my neck – not pressing down to block my airway but just resting there. A flit of panic washes over me before he leans in to kiss me. His body is suddenly pressed hard and warm against my front, his lips expertly move across mine – slightly biting before he moves backwards a little. He then descends again to my lips this time forcing his way in to my mouth his tongue coxing mine out to play as he dominates. Pushing my tongue down every time I try to join this game, his hand is still around my neck just resting there but the heavy heat of it is turning me on. His mouth then leaves mine as he moves his mouth down to the side of my neck, his slight scruff scratching against my skin. He presses kisses and nips down the column of my throat to the base and then back upwards again until he finds that spot behind my ear, which causes me to buck upwards against him moaning like a common whore. However, I guess that is what I must look like as he moves his head again.

His lower body is keeping me pressed against the wall – all hard muscle. My hair is mussed, my lips are slightly swollen from his kisses and nips, his hand is still at my lower throat and my nipples are now swollen, hard pressing through my tight top towards him begging for attention. His hand moves away from my neck and I suddenly miss the warmth and weight of it as it moves to grab my wrist again. My panties reveal themselves wet as he pulls me away from the wall and towards a dark sedan that is parked on the street. The lights flash and he lets go of my hand to usher me in to the car. There is no going back now as I climb in and pull my seatbelt across. As he rounds the car to the driver side, I squirm slightly in my seat, the ache between my legs intensify as he climbs in and starts the car. The ride is almost silent, as he pulls to a stop at a red light, I felt him slightly shift in his seat and flick a gaze across.

Unfortunately, my gaze moves to his crotch were I see a sizable bulge. He is clearly packing something there – all I hope is that that is not padding. I feel his hand on my thigh making me jump slightly, his chuckle at my jumpiness echoes loudly in the car as his thumb moves in circles on my thigh to try and calm me down. It almost works until he begins to glide his hand up of my thigh to where my skirt is barely covering me. His hand moves underneath to find the edge of my panties. He traces the edge moving across the lace front of the sheer underwear and then down the other side. I can't control my hips canting upwards towards him silently begging for him to touch me. The ache intensifies and I am desperate as his hand slowly trails down the front of my underwear towards my clit when the hand disappears. I almost sob in frustration as I feel the car start up again, the light turns green and he drives the car away from the intersection. Again we hit traffic lights but this time there is no build up – his hand is directly back under my skirt and moves down to my hard aching nub. His thumb circles around it teasingly – not touching it directly, moving in scorching circles that have me aching and biting my lip to try and muffle the ever present moans that threaten to fill the car. Then just as I think he may take pity and touch me properly the light turns again and his hand moves back to the gearshift.

Luckily, for me there is very little stops between the club and his flat. He pulls in to the car park and we move quickly in to the elevator. Once the doors close and we find ourselves in the empty elevator though – it is diffent story. He moves to back me into the wall as his hand migrates to my nipples. They are hard from the pleasurable torture he had been giving in the car on the way over. He gently thumbs one and I keen quietly – pleasurable pain slices through my body down to my aching pussy. I meet his eyes for the second time since this all had begun. The dark brown orbs suck me in and one of my hands move to touch him for the first time. It alights on his chest – all hard muscle curving under his t-shirt before it moves downwards to cup the bulge in his jeans; that defiantly isn't padded. His head drops to my neck as his hands move to cup my ass before suddenly lifting me again the wall of the elevator. My legs wrap around his waist to try to balance before his hand moves my left leg back down to the floor. I am spread at an obscene angle against him with his hard crotch pressing against my core. I can feel the heat of his hard cock against me through my underwear and the thick denim of his jeans. I moan out loudly as it feels so good after so long with no touches from him. He begins a slow grind into me, his cock providing delicious pressure against my clit for the first time. His lips lock onto my neck as he sucks hard marking me as my head is thrown back against the wall. I could cum just from this – the slow rhythm of his hips in to mine, the way his lips feel against my neck and the feel of his hand on my hip. The bing of the elevator getting to the right floor brings us back to the present. He moves backwards. I quickly try to fix my skirt to provide at least some modesty as I follow him down the hall to his apartment.

I hover in the hallway in his apartment as he locks the door, setting his leather jack on the hook beside. He then stalks towards me backing me against the wall as his fingers trail up my leg to my core again. I bury my head into his shoulder whimpering as the ache intensifies to an almost unbearable level.

"You need to cum babe?"

His voice is loud in my ear, I moan wantonly as I push downwards on to his hand, chasing my orgasm that is so close now. His finger moves my panties aside and I feel his finger enter me suddenly. I am on the precipice of an amazing, earth-shattering orgasm when he stops moving. I sob suddenly, moving my hands to his chest unsure whether I am trying to hit him or push him away but they end up twisted in his t-shirt.

"Please… god... Uh... Please"

brokenly fills the air as I beg. I feel his finger come out of me and an actual tear slides down my cheek. His hand moves to wipe it away almost tenderly as he moves to pick me up again. This time both of my legs wrap around his waist we move down his hall in to a room on our left. As my feet touch the floor, his hands are on me again – my top is pulled over my head leaving my boobs bare and nipples pointing outwards begging for attention. I push my skirt down my legs and step out of it and my heels but become distracted as he shucks off his t-shirt to reveal a toned chest and toes off his socks and shoes.

I move closer, running a hand down his smooth muscles almost trancelike until his hand catches mine. He is standing there with his black jeans hanging low on his waist. I move suddenly surprising as the need to see his cock takes over. I slid to my knees on the carpet. His eyebrows arch as my hand move to his flies. The button and zip are undone and moved down before his hands move. At first, I think that he is going to stop me yet one tangles itself in my blonde hair moving it out of my way to grip it tightly at the base of my skull. The ache is pleasant, yet it means that I cannot move me head further towards him. His other hand moves to pull his cock out of his boxers. It is long at least 10 inches erect, thick and dripping pre-come. I try to move my head forwards to suck it but I find his hand gripping my hair stopping me. I groan, I want it in my mouth, I want to taste the pre-come that it dripping slowly down the length of him; feel the veins with my tongue.

I tilt my head to look at him and his thumb moves across my lip suddenly. I suck it in, twirling my tongue around trying to break him, entice him into letting me suck his cock - it works. With a groan, he moves my head forwards enough that I can take the head of his cock into my mouth, He curses above me and his hold loosens a little casing me to move forward further. His hips stutter a little as more of his length disappears into my mouth before he tightens is grip again, controlling my movement slowly and carefully getting me to take more and more of his cock until with a push my lips are pressing against his pubic bone. I try to suppress my gag reflex as his thick cock presses into my airway. He holds me there for a few seconds before moving me backwards again. He does this a few more times helping me adjust to the lack of breathe before his hand at the back of my neck lets go of my hair and moves to my cheek, the other follows suit and he holds my face still and begins to thrust harder, quicker into me. I kneel there as he thrusts in and out harder and harder and pushes more and more of his cock into my mouth, using me. I feel the ache in my core return as he uses me. The past week's stress begins to fade away as I kneel there taking what this stranger will give me.

I suck hard, hollowing my cheeks out and he curses, sharply pulling me off his cock. I felt myself being pulled up off the floor and pushed onto the California King. I am pushed back as his hands link through the sides of my thong before pulling it down and off my legs. I am bare but have little time to worry as he moves to lie between my legs and my brain short-circuits as his mouth closes upon my pussy. His tongue flicks hard against my clit and I buck upwards against his mouth yet hands clamp down on my waist and hold me down against the onslaught of pleasure that he is bringing me. His scruff brushes a flick of pain across my upper thighs as his mouth sucks hard against me, broad licks up my pussy lips and then a quick flick across my clit. Teasing, before his teeth are brought into play. They slid deliciously against me and I arch again. All of the teasing in the car and then in the elevator and now this – I shatter. Crying out loudly, one hand tangled in his hair as he sucks hard against my clit prolonging my orgasm so long that I think I may pass out. Just as my body settles back on to the bed, I feel him move up me to bite a hickey on the side of my breast. His fingers suddenly push into me and I arch upwards, they move hard against sensitive skin as the palm of his hand brushes against my clit. It's too much too fast - I beg.

"You can take it for me; come on love just a little more and you will feel so good"

Was the only response in my ear as I don't know whether to try and move away from the pain or move towards the pleasure that he is bringing to me. His fingers crook inside me brushing my g-spot and causing a wave of pleasure to course through my body again. Just when I think that he cannot possibly make me feel any better, one of his hands drifts to my breast and twists a nipple 90 degrees just as his fingers press hard against my g-spot. The pain and pleasure mix well and he continues to torture my breasts switching between right and left as I move towards the precipice of another orgasm quickly. I am nearly there when he pulls away. I try to grab at him to move him closer again but he pushes off his jeans and boxers and pulls a condom out of the side table before moving back towards me again. His hand moves to my pussy again and is gently toying with my clit as he looks up at me.

"Ready love?"

He moves to kneel over me, both hands situated by my head holding the majority of his weight as I nod. He pushes in past the ring of muscles fluttering hard to eject him. I moan with ecstasy as I feel full to the brim. My walls flutter around his cock trying to accept the too big intrusion as he slowly stops as he bottoms out. He stills above me, he mouth again slotting over mine in an unhurried kiss that feels very out of place in our rough, frantic sex so far. My hands tighten on his back; my nails dig in as he begins to move. He begins slowly pulling out all of the way until only the head of his cock is sheathed in me and then roughly thrusting back in hard. I arch with a cry at every slow thrust as the head of his cock hits my g-spot with precise accuracy. He continues this slow torture again building me further and further towards an unreachable orgasm. Just as I think that I cannot take anymore. I feel his hips begin to stutter as I clench and unclench around his cock. With that, he lowers on to his elbows as he increases the pace of his thrusts. He is hammering into me now with a new angle as he stimulates new muscles inside me ; my cries are getting louder and louder as he jackhammers as hard as he can. He is moving faster than I think possible and I am riding wave after wave of pleasure.

He moves one hand to my hair pulling my head back so that he can place another hickey on to the junction between my shoulder and neck. I am heading towards that precipitate again, the coil in my lower belly is tightening and with every thrust against my g-spot, I feel that I am about to combust. I know that this orgasm will be the best of the night as I head towards the flaming white edge however I can't tip over the cliff. I need more, I try to move one of my hands from his back down to touch myself however as soon as he sees what I'm doing a feel a sharp slap on my thigh and my hand is forced upwards in to the grip that was holding my hair. I test his grip but he is strong – stronger in this position as most of his weight is resting on this hand. It sends a spark more pleasure down my spine as I realise that I am trapped between his hands and body.

"Don't even think about it. You come when I say so"

Were distinguishable between his grunts as he worked his abs more in slamming in to me. After a few more minutes of his unique style of torture as I teeter on the precipice he stutters in his pace. Suddenly he moves his free hand downwards to quickly stroke my clit once, twice and on the third, he catches my clit between his ring and forefinger and twists sharply. The pleasure overrides my brain and with another sharp cry, I tip over the edge. As the whiteness engulfs me, I hear his guttural cry as he also finishes, his thrusts becoming shallower and weaker

When I come around he has moved to lie beside me, the blankets pulled up around my shoulders and he is passed out asleep. I gently roll to sit on the side of the bed and carefully stand up on to my jellified legs. I move to pick up my discarded underwear and bra. On picking up my skirt, I see myself in the mirror at the side of the room. Fingerprint shaped bruises mark my hips and left wrist, hickeys adorn my neck and shoulders, a red handprint is decorating my thigh, my hair is a mess and my makeup has run. I smile to myself as I gently twist my hair into a bun with a hair tie from my bag and fix my makeup as best I can in the half-light.

I slip out of the apartment and in the light of the creeping dawn, I call for a cab. As the cab drives away from the apartment I think back to the sleeping man in the bed upstairs and I smile to myself. It is going to be one hell of day trying to explain the amount of hickeys that I have on my neck to my boss; on second thoughts I may just call in sick I think as my pussy twinges – still sore from the treatment it has received. I turn to watch the streets of Chicago pass by. No regrets surface though – that was one hell of a night.

As the daylight creeps in to the apartment Jay finds himself drifting out of sleep. He pulls himself up to sit on the edge of his bed and looks around. The girl from the night before was no-where to be seen. Not a trace of her remained – maybe she didn't exist Jay muses, maybe I dreamt the whole thing yet the smart of scratches along his back and the ache from his abs tells him otherwise. That is when he spots his Detective pad open on the side table with some scrawled writing. He moves wincing at the pull of aching muscles and pulls the pad towards him –

I'm still in one piece – you didn't break me.

Better luck next time you have a bad week?

002-554-73725

Ashley xx

Jay's laugh echoes around the apartment as he pulls his tired body out of bed and towards his shower.

As Erin waltzed into the CPD Intelligence Squad room and her weekly cock-tease/cock-blocking started again, Jay looked at the number in his Detective pad and quickly saved it in to his contacts – he had a theory that he may need that sometime soon.