This is just an idea that popped into my head for a smutty, lemony one shot. Enjoy.
I'm moving my body to the beat of the bass that's thumping loudly through the club's speakers. My arms are up in the air as I lose myself in the music along with the other two hundred people filling the dance floor.
"This is awesome." Kate yells in my ear over the music.
"I know. Beats wine and board games at home."
Kate's father managed to get us six tickets to attend tonight's event so we invited some of our college friends to tag along as well, a well-known DJ is playing to entertain us as we dance our hearts away until we're sweaty, thirsty and making our way over to the crowded bar waiting our turn to be served. I gulp down a large glass of water while we wait for the shots we ordered to be poured. Picking up our small glasses, we salute each other and down our tequila. As I shake my head over the strong taste I catch a glimpse of Tom across the room. He spots me, smiles and starts approaching the bar. Dammit. I was having so much fun until I saw his ugly face.
"I'm going to use the bathroom." I let Kate know as I indicate who I see over her shoulder. She walks up to him to run interference to stop him coming closer.
That was twenty minutes ago and now my night is ruined. My stupid ex-boyfriend just won't get the hint. We've been broken up for months now because the scumbag cheated on me, what makes him think I'll take him back. It's New Year's Eve and here I am trying to hide from him instead of partying with my friends upstairs.
I am stalking the rooms and corridors of the Heathman Hotel having had to escape the ballroom which they've turned into a club for tonight after Tom cornered me exiting the ladies' room, begging for another chance and trying to kiss me. He's lucky I only kneed him in the groin.
I walk into the hotel's lounge area. There's a long wooden bar along the back of the room in front of a mirrored wall with glass shelves full of colourful alcohol bottles. The room itself is dark, lots of browns and reds with booths along one wall and a spattering of small round tables with high backed leather chairs spaced out around the centre of it. It's quiet, soft jazz music is being played with only a handful of guests seated in here. Glancing behind me I see Tom coming around the corner. Shit! Quickly looking around my eyes land on the man seated by himself nursing a scotch and looking down at his phone. He looks young but not too young, he's dressed in a white buttoned shirt and black pants. Without hesitation or any further thought I stride across the room and plant myself directly in his lap. Luckily he placed his glass down on the table before I sat or I probably would have ended up wearing it.
His face is one of surprise with wide eyes, I grab the back of his head and kiss him without warning.
What a kiss it turns out to be, he deepens it, his tongue asking for entrance into my mouth, which I grant, I taste the whiskey he's been enjoying as his hand find its way to my ass.
I pull back getting a good look at him. He's gorgeous, strong jaw with a five o'clock shadow, straight nose, gray eyes which are currently twinkling in amusement.
"Hi." He chuckles.
"Hello." I reply shyly, I have no idea why I'm shy after that kiss we just shared. I bite my lip in embarrassment. I can't believe I just did that. I kissed a total stranger.
"I'm sorry however I was desperate for someone to help me. I saw you sitting here on your own and came over."
"Has something happened?" He asks becoming concerned.
"I was at the club upstairs and my ex wouldn't leave me alone, I told him I had a new boyfriend and was meeting him here, he unfortunately didn't believe me and followed me. Just pretend you know me for a minute until he leaves please." I fiddle with the collar of his shirt, playing my role of smitten girlfriend perfectly.
He glances briefly over my shoulder.
"What does he look like?"
"Tall, sandy coloured hair, wearing black jeans and dark green shirt."
"I think I can help you out."
He kisses me again. Kissing me like his life depended on it, deep and passionate and my poor panties are drenched just from this one long never ending kiss. A couple minutes later, feeling totally breathless he pulls back and looks back over to the entrance of the room.
"He's gone."
"Thank you." I breathe out.
I try to stand but he keeps hold of my waist and legs on his lap.
"Not so fast. Since your tongue has been in my mouth I think it's only fair I know your name."
"Ana." I giggle and put my hand out.
"Christian." He shakes my hand. "Do you always go around kissing strange men?"
"Well…no."
"Let me buy you a drink."
I look into his face. His eyes are a magnificent gray, not an eye colour I have come across before. He is handsome and doesn't give off the creepy guy vibe. Why not?
"Thank you I would like that."
I rise and move to the seat adjacent to his, missing the warmth of his body immediately. I sit pulling my short black dress further down my thighs in an attempt at modesty.
He calls the waiter over, orders another scotch for himself and I ask for a vodka and orange juice.
"So what brings you here tonight?" He enquires.
"New year's eve party with friends. What about you? Why are you all alone?"
"Business, today was the last day to have a contract signed, I'm heading home tomorrow."
"Where's home, I'm sorry you don't need to answer that."
"It's fine and I call Seattle home."
So he's not quite a local then. I'm not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed.
Our drinks are brought over to us. We pick them up, toast glasses and take a sip.
"So why is this ex bothering you, is he going to be a problem?"
"No, I don't think so. I broke up with him because he cheated, he can't seem to accept that I've moved on but he's harmless really. He keeps trying to convince me to take him back."
"I don't blame him."
"Excuse me?"
"Look at you, you're incredibly beautiful, you have the body a supermodel would be envious of and your lips are full and pouty, making a man wonder what his cock would feel like between them and you certainly know how to kiss."
My mouth has gone dry, I have no idea how to respond, nobody has ever spoken to me in such a manner before that I have gone speechless and now thinking about his cock as I try very hard to not glance in the direction of his crotch. I gulp the remainder of my drink in one go. He immediately orders me another.
I'm half way through my second drink, our bodies have shifted closer as we've been talking and flirting for the past fifteen minutes, I may have only had two boyfriends in my life and not much experience with older men however he is definitely flirting with me. Foreplay is what I would call it, my thighs are rubbing together trying to gain some friction and relief. His eyes have been boring into me. His woody cologne reminding me of nature and adventure and what a man should smell like.
I wonder if this is just a bit of fun and entertainment for him for the evening or if could be genuinely interested in a college student. In have my answer once he makes his move. He runs his hand up my bare leg and under the hem of my dress caressing my outer thigh. I shiver at the contact.
"I can feel your body responding to me, I can smell your arousal, I can make you come with my mouth, my fingers and my hard cock. Can you picture it? I certainly am. I want you sweet little, Ana." His words float over my skin like a caress.
Oh my god, he's going to kill me with his words alone. This is a man who doesn't mess about.
He pulls out his room key leaving it on the small table between us.
"I'm in room 805 if you decide to join me. I'll wait for 20 minutes. If you're not there by then I have my answer."
He stands and walks away from me towards the elevators. My eyes follow his retreating back.
What are you doing Ana, don't just sit here, the man is a sex god, I mean he almost had you coming from the sound of his voice alone. Live dangerously for once, have fun, experience things. Then the logical side of my brain jumps in, I don't do these kinds of things, I'm what everybody always calls a good girl.
I pick up and finish his drink that he left behind, the alcohol burning my throat on its way down.
I sit there for ten minutes telling myself this is a bad idea, but something else is telling me to go to his room tonight or I'll regret it forever.
Fuck it. You only live once.
I text Kate so she doesn't worry about me.
A: Met someone. Won't be home tonight. If I'm not home in 24 hours come looking for my body in room 805 at the Heathman.
K: Lucky bitch. Have fun.
I get up and stride over to the elevator, my heart beating hard and fast the entire ride up, butterflies taking flight in my stomach. Outside his door I stop and take a deep breath before inserting the card and opening it. The suite is in mostly darkness with only two lamps on, on either side of the room providing a dim light.
I swallow down my nerves and call out for him.
"Christian?"
I hear his voice from the opposite side of the room.
"Stay where you are, I want to look at you."
I feel his gaze on me, I'm getting hot and bothered and he isn't even near me yet. I try to concentrate to my breathing instead. In and out.
"Take off your dress."
So that's how it's going to be? Okay.
I reach behind me, grab the zipper and pull it down, I remove my arms letting it glide down to the floor, I step over it, left standing in my matching light blue underwear.
"Turn around."
I slowly spin on my spot, giving him a look at my body.
"Come closer."
On slightly unsteady feet and still wearing my heels I take a few steps into the room until he tells me to stop once more.
"Move over to the desk, put your hands down on it and spread your legs."
I do as instructed, anticipation building as I wait to see what he does next. He finally moves, his feet shuffling along the carpet, coming to stand behind me, I twist my neck to look at him, he's still fully clothed, standing so close the material of his pants is rubbing against the sensitive back of my legs.
He leans over my shoulder and kisses me slowly. He tastes like the scotch he had been drinking.
"You are exquisite." Wow, no one has ever called me that before.
With the tip of his finger he runs his hand down the middle of my back, stopping at the point where my underwear begins. He unclasps my bra which falls forward freeing my breasts from its confines.
"Step wider." He commands and I obey. I can feel the moisture pooling between my legs. How is it possible to be so turned on by simple words?
He kneels and slowly pulls my panties down, kissing each butt cheek as he reveals my skin inch by inch until I'm entirely exposed to him. He taps my ankles so I raise one then the other off the floor allowing him to remove my underwear.
"You look mighty fine naked and at my mercy."
"I…"
My words are lost when I feel his tongue and mouth on me, his fingers gripping my cheeks as he devours me, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue into me over and over again.
"You taste divine. I could become addicted to you. " He quickly says before diving back in.
He's unrelentless, not stopping for anything, his hand makes its way to the front of my body touching my clit, alternating between circles and taps against it. He torturing me but it's a delicious type of torture, if this is what is in store for me tonight I'm glad I made the decision to come up here. I can't hold back the orgasm he is bringing forth with his mouth and fingers and I don't even want to, I want it to crash over me and take me far, far away. Gripping the edge of the table I tremble as the feeling becomes too much, my back arches as I start coming, my body shatters with a scream of pleasure although he still doesn't stop, his tongue continues lapping at me until I cry out, my skin becoming too sensitive and painful to his ministrations that I pull my body away from his mouth.
"No more."
I place my cheek on the cold wooden desk, breathing heavily. I watch him stand and remove his own clothes. I close my eyes for a few moments to get my bearings until I feel the tip of his dick at my entrance, rubbing it back and forth coating himself in my juices. I imagine the erotic picture we're creating, me naked except for my heels bent over the desk as he hovers behind and over me with the moonlight shining through the large window.
"Ready?"
"Yes." I gasp.
Even though he just brought me to orgasm with his oh so wonderful mouth I feel empty and an ache within which only his cock can fulfil.
He pushes in, stretching and filling me completely, I cry out at the initial intrusion adjusting to the size of him. Holy mother he's huge.
"You're so fucking tight and warm."
He proceeds to move against me, in and out, the size of his dick causing a wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain. I'm moaning out incoherent sounds and words while he moves hard and fast.
"I own you tonight." He grunts.
"Yes." He can do whatever the hell he likes to me tonight.
Setting a punishing rhythm back and forth, he's ramming my body so hard I feel the desk slightly move forward not that I'm complaining.
He wraps my hair around his hand pulling my head up for a wet and scorching kiss which is all tongue, the sound of grunts and slapping skin fills the suite. My climax hits me so forcefully I wasn't ready for it.
"Oh my God, fuck, don't stop, keep going, yes."
I come loudly with tears filling my eyes as he follows me with a cry into my sweaty neck right into the abyss of pleasure where nothing exists save for the two of us for a brief moment in time.
Gently he pulls out of me, helping me to stand and turns me around to face him, his large hands cradle my face before he kisses me, I taste myself on his tongue mixed with the whiskey, it's a heady combination. Pulling back he kneels to remove my shoes before rising to his full height once more.
"Are you okay, was I too rough?"
"I'm fine." I assure him with a grin.
"That's only round one."
I have no idea when he put it on but I see him remove the used condom and dump it in the trash beside the desk. At least one of us is thinking tonight.
Lifting my body into his arms he carries me into the bedroom, laying me on his large bed. There's more light in here and I finally get a decent look at his naked form. Fucking hell, he has the body of a Greek god, his abs are on fine display just for me and I want to lick them. Every single inch of them. I bite my lip to stop myself saying something embarrassing.
"See something you like?" He smirks.
"Absolutely."
He moves across the room to his luggage where he opens his suitcase pulling something out. His naked ass is just perfect. I could stare at it forever and be a happy girl.
"Want to play?" He shows me his silver woven tie as he turns back to me.
I put my arms out together in eager anticipation.
"Yes, Sir."
His answering grin is infectious that I can't help but smile back at him.
He ties my wrists together then lifting my arms up ties the long end of the tie to the bed. It's fortunate the headboard in here consists of wooden slats. Laying here naked to his scorching gaze I begin to feel hot as his eyes roam up and down my length.
"All you have to say is stop and I will."
"I understand." I'm not nervous. For some strange reason I know I can trust him to not take things too far.
Taking his time he begins kissing up and down every inch of my body, my lips and throat, licking the little pulse point which I can feel speed up under his lips, my chest as he works his way down towards my breasts, all while his hands graze up and down the sides of my torso working me into a needy frenzy, paying extra attention to my breasts he ensures every bit of skin is caressed and kissed, my nipples are straining begging for attention, finally taking one into his mouth, sucking it, I pull against my restraints lifting my hips up off the bed. He pushes me back down to the mattress, whispering to relax and breathe. I'm trying however I need more, I rub my legs together in order to gain some friction and relief, my clit pulsing with need. He lets go of my nipple with a pop gripping my thighs pulling them apart.
"Stop or I'll restrain your legs too."
I close my eyes willing myself to absorb the sensations.
He heads back to my breasts, massaging and licking meanwhile keeping a hold of my legs as he lays between them. His erection hot and heavy as it rests against me. Moving lower and lower down my stomach to my public bone, he nips at my skin. I growl in frustration trying to force him lower to my aching and seeping core but he just chuckles at me, bypassing where I want his mouth continuing down my inner thighs before changing direction back up. Just when I think he's finally going to take my pussy into his mouth he glides his body up and starts all over again starting with my lips only this time the heel of his palm grazes against my clit with one finger entering me.
"Jesus, you're dripping." He kneels on the bed between my legs, collecting the moisture of my arousal he covers his dick with it, running his hand up and down his shaft before me. Oh God, I want to reach out and touch him yet can't.
"You want this?"
Tears of frustration are forming, I'm on the edge and need to come or I think I may just die from prolonged foreplay and I'm not above begging so that's exactly what I do.
"Please. I need you inside me, I can't handle much more teasing." I let him know as I lift my leg, bringing it around and between his legs, running it against his balls.
Taking pity on me he quickly rolls a condom on then lifts my right leg up over his shoulder opening me up and swiftly slides in, right to the base of his dick until there is no space left for him to go.
"Is this what you wanted?" I hiss in pleasure and nod pulling on my restraints once more. He reaches up and unties my arms. I bring them down and hold onto his biceps.
Pounding in and out of me with a look of ecstasy on his face I can't tear my gaze away from him. My body doesn't stand a chance against him, it bends to his will. Lowering my leg I wrap them both tightly around his hips bringing him in closer to me, my hands roaming his muscular chest.
"I can feel you squeezing me, you're close aren't you."
"So close."
"Then come, come now." He demands swivelling his hips in order to hit my g-spot and drive me insane.
He kisses me capturing my cries.
I let go falling apart spectacularly, liquid gushing between us, I don't believe I have ever come so hard before, it's like an out of body experience I almost blank out. He moves his face into my neck, kissing it, his sharp rough beard growth rubbing against my skin while he continues to thrust, eventually I feel him pulse and spasm inside me before he collapses on top of my body.
The only thought running through my mind is WOW as I run my fingers through is hair that has become damp with sweat. God even his sweat smells perfect.
XXXXX
We've been holed up in his room for a couple of hours now so he ordered some food for us. We're seated at the small round dining table opposite each other, dressed in the matching white robes which hung in the bathroom after an enjoyable joint shower.
I stare at him, not quite believing how this night turned out, that a man that looks like him wants me. I admire his striking and attractive face, exposed neck, that tiny bit of skin I can see of his perfect chiselled chest. He looks good enough to eat.
I stand moving across to his side of the table and kneel.
"Can I help you?" He asks amused.
"I think I can help you. You wanted to know what my mouth feels like didn't you." I state as I reach up to open his robe. I pull it apart uncovering the taut and golden muscles of his body.
He has the biggest cock I have ever seen. Thick, with one long protruding vein running the length of it. My mouth waters at the thought of bringing him to his knees with my mouth. I dip my finger into the melted Nutella that accompanied my pancakes and lick it off teasing him. I watch his eyes widen and darken as they follow the movement of my tongue around my finger and my lips as I suck it clean. I dip it into the chocolate again, this time dragging it along his penis tracing the path with my tongue licking it clean. He twitches in my palm and hisses.
I begin to kiss the tip of his cock over and over again, pushing his foreskin back exposing the head giving it a tiny lick.
"Stop playing." He pushes his hips forward, grabs my head guiding me where he wants me, I open my jaw wide taking him in deep, hitting the back of my throat.
His taste and smell is unique, I understand what he meant earlier about becoming addicted to it.
I get to work moving up and down, massaging his dick with my tongue, I hallow my cheeks creating a vice like grip on him. He collects my hair in his hands, pulling and holding it into a ponytail at my nape, his hips making little jolts up and down in his chair in time with my movements.
"Just like that, baby."
Bobbing up and down I set a steady rhythm working him over, wanting sucking every drop out of him I can.
His laboured breathing is coming out harder and faster, it won't be long until he's falling apart. I pick up speed, enjoying the powerful effect I'm having on him as I continue sucking him in and out until with a warning of a breathy "I'm cuming," he releases down my throat with long spurts of cum filling my mouth. I swallow it all down leaving a bitter but not unpleasant aftertaste.
"Shit! Best. Blowjob. I. Have. Ever. Had. In. My. Life. Fuck!" He pants falling back against the seat.
I can say I'm very pleased with myself.
XXXXX
The man is a fucking machine, he doesn't stop, it's midnight and he's fucking me again, this time against the bedroom window in the dark, my back pressed against the cool glass, I have been so thoroughly fucked tonight that I'm afraid of how I'll be able to walk tomorrow. Each time he thrusts his hips forward he swivels them around, hitting me in just the right pleasurable spot, causing me to curl my toes and moan with each single movement he makes. I hear the cheers and fireworks from outside announcing the start of a brand new year, the variety of colours reflecting off his sweaty and taut face.
What a way to bring in the new year. There's a saying that goes, whatever you're doing on the first of January is what you'll be doing all year long. I certainly won't say no to being fucked by this man over and over again.
With a grunt and gasp he pushes in deeper, spilling his seed into me, triggering my own orgasm to follow. I collapse onto him, thankful for his strength in keeping me up. My limbs feel heavy, I can't move a single muscle. I could not open my eyes even if I wanted to.
I feel him carry me over to the bed placing me down gently, he curls up behind me and covers us with the doona before I fall into an exhausted and sated sleep.
XXXXX
The next morning I leave a note for Christian as he sleeps peacefully, thanking him for a memorable and fun night. He appears so much younger with his face relaxed in slumber. I wish him a Happy New Year, sign it and kiss the piece of paper leaving an outline of my lips with my red lipstick on it, something to remember me by. I debate with myself whether to jot down my phone number when I remember he lives in Seattle and I still have school, it's just not meant to be.
I won't be forgetting him though, he made my body sing with pleasure in a way I never experienced, I didn't know it could be that way. I will always look back on last night with fondness, he made me feel incredibly beautiful if not a little sore all over. If I'm being honest with myself I'm a little sad, I'll miss him, in those brief moments we weren't having sex he came across as smart and funny and caring but all this was ever meant to be was a one night stand.
Picking up my discarded heels I open the door and walk out of room 805 a completly different woman than the one who entered it twelve hours earlier.
Five Months Later
Years of hard work have paid off and here I am, finally graduating with my degree. Dressed in my cap and gown I feel like I've achieved something extraordinary, I didn't give up when it got too hard or became homesick. I've made lifelong friendships and lived experiences I never would normally have had the opportunity to had I stayed back in Montesano with my step-father. Seated in the large hall, lost in the sea of black gowns I sit back and wait for the ceremony to begin as teachers and guests begin to file onto the stage with proud grins on their faces. I'm smiling back until see who the last person to walk out is, in a gray suit.
Christian?
No fucking way. I had a one night stand with Christian Grey, billionaire. Christian Grey is standing on stage in front of the auditorium addressing us. What the hell is he doing here? I didn't think I would ever see him again. His eyes find mine and he actually smirks at me. I'm sure I look ridiculous with my mouth hanging wide open in shock. Images from that one night we shared together fill my mind plus he's wearing the tie he used to tie me up with. Is this some sort of joke? I barely hear anything that is said until it's my turn to go up on stage.
My name is called and I nervously walk up to where he is standing, I wipe my sweaty palm down my gown before I shake his hand as I accept my diploma.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. Nice tie." I squeak out.
"I'm very fond of it."
He leans in to kiss my cheek, his familiar cologne filling my nostrils and whispers in my ear.
"Room 805, 7pm tonight."
I give him a secretive smile, a wink and walk off the stage. Tonight is going to be fun.
At seven on the dot I'm standing outside the same hotel room door dressed in a little black dress that stops mid-thigh with a long gold zipper in the back and red heels. It feels like a lifetime ago that I lived that amazing, incredible night. It has been the star of many erotic dreams over the last couple of months. The door immediately opens following my three knocks. I step inside and take a good long look at the man holding the door open for me. He looks the same, in white shirt and pants once more.
"Good evening, Anastasia." He drawls.
"Mr Grey."
He shuts the door and with both his hands on my hips pushes my back against it. Using his knee he spreads my thighs open. Grabbing my wrists in one hand he raises my arms and holds them above my head. His free hand brushes a strand of hair away from my face and behind my ear, grazing my cheek, a tiny movement but one I feel deep in my core. That same hand lifts my chin higher until our eyes meet, His eyes are intense, all I see is desire in their grey orbs. He leans in closer and I close my eyes, overwhelmed by his enigmatic presence now that I am aware of who he exactly is. I then feel his lips brush against mine, his tongue entering my mouth finding mine where it begins a dance for dominance, God I've missed him and his kisses. The kiss goes on and on for what seems like an eternity, my knees have weakened, my breath coming out in sharp pants. He finally frees my mouth and arms stepping back.
"I want you naked on my bed." He demands in a low growl. "I brought handcuffs this time."
I kick my shoes off and sashay into the bedroom, feeling his hot gaze on me.
Let the games begin.
The End