The apartment was completely still right until they came crashing through the door, fumbling to keep their balance. It was a total frenzy: hands grasping anything they could, bodies crashing together. They were inseparable. Lips locked and hands roaming, it was complete bliss. That night had brought them both exactly what they were after: a way to let loose.

It was a cool New York evening. Ruth was making her way to the club, only a couple of blocks from her flat. Tonight, she had one goal: to find a nice piece of man and to fuck the living daylights out of him.

Even from outside, one could tell that the club was packed. Once she gained entrance, Ruth took note of the many writhing bodies pressed together and moving to the pulsing beat of the ever-present bass. The young woman glided through the crowd, heading to the bar to get her night started. After downing her first few shots, the fun could begin.

When in a drunken stupor, it is extremely easy to lose track of time, especially when that stupor is coupled with dancing and flirting with numerous individuals.

Ruth couldn't tell how long it had been, but she had had the time to flirt up a storm with quite a few young men in the dimly lit room. However, none of them were the perfect candidate for what she wanted. That was slowly discouraging her.

Resigned, she slipped to the bar area of the club to take a seat, sip at her drink and gaze at the ever-dancing beings enjoying themselves on the dance-floor.

Although it seemed impossible with the loud music blasting through the room, Ruth heard the bar stool next to her creak slightly as it protested against the weight of the person who had just sat down next to her. Sneaking a look, she took in the person's profile. His eyes weren't visible, but is high cheekbones, defined jaw touched by light stubble and strong nose told her that he was most definitely attractive. Little did she know, when she wasn't looking, the handsome male stole a few glances of his own.

He could tell, she was a catch. Fuck, she's hot. He thought. Her shoulder-length hair hid part of her face, but he could still make out a small nose, plump lips and expressive eyes. Those same eyes unexpectedly met his. He'd been caught. He didn't care though, because he was frozen. The moment his vibrant emerald green eyes met her stormy gray ones, time seemed to stop. Neither could look away, too transfixed.

He's perfect, at least when it comes to looks. She thought, noticing the hint of a tattoo creeping up his neck.

"Weren't you ever told that staring is rude?" Ruth asked the good-looking young man.

"Of course, but I was also told to keep an eye on what I want," his deep voice replied smoothly, words laced with a faint brooklyn accent. Ruth could only blush at what he was implying.

"Well, big-boy, it's gonna take a little more than some smooth talking if you want this prize."

She winked at him.

"I wouldn't worry, princess, I'm sure I can handle whatever you throw at me."

He gave her a wicked look. Mr. self-righteous crossed his arms, his biceps clearly noticeable as they bulged, straining against the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt.

She couldn't help but feel even more flustered. He's so god-damn smug; what a little shit. A hot little shit.

The young woman had no idea what it was about him. Normally, she had no difficulties handling herself around flirtatious men, but this guy was an exception.

"So, do you want to get out of here? Or are you one of those people who like to do things publicly?" he asked. An ever-present smirk pulling at his lips, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"You're a conceited douche," she said with a smile as she gathered her things and beckoned for him to follow her. She had, after all, found what she had come for: a hot, willing hunk to bring to bed.

As he stalked after her to the exit, he couldn't help admiring her from behind as she sifted through the mass of dancing bodies: the soft way her hips swayed and her ass that was hugged by her tight jeans. He was already thinking of what he'd do to her later that night… Jesus, get yourself together. You're acting like a prepubescent noob. He scolded himself.

The short walk to Ruth's apartment was comfortably silent due mostly to the fact that they were both lost in thought. That silence was broken the moment they entered the elevator:

"I never caught your name… It might come in quite handy later..." he drawled mischievously.

"You're quite confident aren't you?" the young woman questioned,"I'm Ruth,"she told him.

"Raphael, but I prefer Raph."

"Well, Raphael, I couldn't give a flying shit for your preferences," she replied with a small yet coquettish smile.

"Oh really? And why is that, Ruth?" he playfully jabbed at her, amused.

"Because I only need you for one night," she declared in a rush as he slowly came closer.

She could see his eyes darkening with desire and knew her own only reflected his lustful expression. There was no hesitation, their eyes flashing with lust and their lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. Their hands were roaming, groping at whatever they could. Ruth's hooked around the back of Raphael's neck as his made their way to her ass, clutching at it and hoisting her up to hold her against the elevator wall. When the doors finally opened, her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were at war, tongues fighting for the upper-hand. Despite her efforts however, Ruth was fighting a losing battle: he was completely dominating her. She guided the handsome man to her flat. By some miracle and a healthy amount of fumbling, they made it inside, bodies and lips still pressed together, the sound of pleasured moans and groans filling the air

"This is amazing," Ruth gasped, out of breath. After the door had closed, he had quickly turned and pressed her against it, caging her much like he had in the elevator. In all her experience, making out had never been as intense and blissful as it was right then.

"Of course, you're with the best," Raph mumbled.

"Oh really? Prove it," She laughed, tilting her head back slightly and exposing even more of the soft flesh of her neck. The lustful man couldn't help himself; he bombarded her neck with pecks and light nips of her tender skin, causing her to moan. He took in her smell and got lost in it. He didn't understand why, but it's flowery tinge only made his desire grow.

By her request, he set her down which made him realise their difference in height: she only came up to his shoulder. How cute, she's tiny. He mused.

They stumbled to her bedroom, where they proceeded to continue locking lips and touching tongues. Raphael managed to slip off both their shirts, moving to work on her bra. He had to stop though, when he felt her hands roaming his naked torso, gliding over his broad chest and defined abs, tracing the numerous tattoos that splattered his upper body. The feeling of it all brought shivers to his spine.

"Fucking Lord, what are you made of?" Ruth commented referring to the hard muscles under his skin. Her comment only had him chuckling against her neck as he distracted her with more kisses and returned to taking off the rest of her garments. Now completely nude before him, he couldn't help but stare at her figure, almost growling in approval. Out of all the woman he'd been with, he'd never seen one more perfect than Ruth. She had a certain firmness hidden under those subtle curves and soft skin.

He didn't waste any more time. He gently pushed her onto her bed and began to explore her body; his hands massaging her breasts and his mouth soon following to attend to her nipples. The moans that escaped her and the feeling of her nails digging into his shoulders only added to his excitement as he continued to lavish her with affection, hovering over her.

She wouldn't let him have all the fun though. Her hands abandoned his body to reach down to grope his throbbing erection through his jeans, causing him to moan lightly. Why are these not off yet? She thought. Taking action, she started working on his belt, fumbling with the buckle, but finally succeeding. Freeing his cock, she wrapped her hand around his thick girth, making him groan against her skin. Suppressing his urge, he said: "Just so you know, my safe word is keep going."

He could only smirk as he saw the desire flash in her eyes. At his words, Ruth knew that she would most definitely get the night she had been wishing for and that the cocky fucker would probably live up to his promise of being the best.