Week 5: Strangers in the Night

Luke sat at the bar nursing a beer. It was late – maybe midnight? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that the party was in full swing around him.

He had put in some effort, not that he was sure what he aimed to accomplish as he groomed and coiffed, donning a slim fitting black shirt and one of his more form-fitting pairs of jeans. He looked decent enough that he hoped he wouldn't attract attention for the wrong reasons, even though he was pretty sure being a 44-year-old man in a college bar outside New Haven was creepy enough as is.

About 10 minutes after Luke arrived, a woman entered the bar. If it was possible for real life to shift into slow motion, it would have as she appeared. She was wearing a slinky, sparkly, royal blue halter dress that played up the cool blue of her eyes. It landed mid-thigh, showing off her long legs. Her dark hair hung in loose waves, framing her face. She was gorgeous, dolled up, clearly looking to turn some heads.

She moved through the crowd and settled at the opposite end of the bar from where Luke had taken up residence.

Less than a minute passed before she was approached for the first time. A guy young enough to be her kid sidled up behind her and actually had the audacity to put his hand on her lower back, as if he was entitled to touch her.

She laughed at what Luke assumed was not a good joke, though it was readily apparent that she was just being polite. She not-so-subtly pushed his hand away and shook her head after another come-on from the putz. The kid made a hasty exit, and Luke returned to his beer. He took a long pull and tried not to focus on the brunette who had attracted a second suiter on the tails of her first, expecting that she'd dispatch him just as abruptly.

"The woman at the end of the bar sent this over." The bartender startled Luke as another beer was placed in front of him.

"Oh, thanks," he acknowledged, swapping his half-empty bottle for the fresh one. He looked over and the woman met his gaze with a sexy grin. He nodded and held up his beer in acknowledgement.

She slipped down a few stools, coming to sit next to him.

"Hey," she greeted as she settled in.

"Hey. Thanks for the beer."

"You're welcome. I'm sorry if I seem a little forward, I was getting hounded over there and thought if I came over here they might leave me alone," she explained herself. Luke huffed a laugh.

"Glad I could help." He took another long pull. If he was going to be a human shield, at least he was getting a free beer out of it. The woman took a sip from her martini glass.

"I'm Lorelai, by the way," she introduced herself.

He offered a polite smile. "Luke."

"Nice to meet you, Luke." He nodded, just as another guy approached. He positioned himself between their stools, turning his back on Luke to address only her.

"I was just over there with some friends and thought I'd invite you to come hang out with us," he offered.

"Oh, thanks, but I'm here with my friend, so…" she gestured around him to Luke, who was fighting with every fibre of his being not to knock the kid flat on his ass.

The guy turned to Luke, noting his less than impressed expression. It seemed to take him all of three seconds to decide he couldn't take him in a fight before backing off. He shot off a quick apology before stepping away.

"I'm sorry about that," Lorelai said, apologetically. Luke snorted a laugh.

"I don't think your strategy is working out."

"Ah, well, it was worth a shot. Got me over here, anyway." She shot him a grin and sipped her martini. Luke raised an eyebrow.

"Ulterior motive?"

"Maybe. Cute guy, age appropriate, sitting here all by himself. Thought I'd shoot my shot."

He nodded, a little grin finding its way to his lips. "You meet a lot of guys this way?"

"I do okay," she countered with attitude. "How about you? I'm not the only one cruisin' the bar on a Saturday night. What are you here for?"

"Beer and a game." He gestured toward the screens behind the bar, which played a game from earlier in the day.

"You got all dressed up to drink beer and watch baseball at midnight?"

"Felt weird to do it at home," he joked. She chuckled and took another sip from her glass.

"So, are you from around here?" she asked, keeping the conversation going.

"Uh, no, not a local," he said, purposely keeping his answer vague.

"I'm not from here either. In town on businesses," she offered.

"What's your business?"

"I'm in the hotel industry. In town for some meetings."

"You work a lot of weekends?"

"Too many," she complained, before shifting into a little grin. "But I have to say, this one's starting to look up."

He grinned. "Oh yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," she confirmed. The tone of her voice made him take notice. She was watching him with a certain amount of intensity, which he couldn't help but be aroused by, though he tried to ignore his visceral response. She seemed like a woman who liked to keep men off kilter, and he was quite fond of standing firmly on his feet.

She continued on. "So, Luke. Assuming you're not actually here to watch the game, what do you think my chances are of getting you to leave with me tonight?"

Surprised at her forwardness, he stammered, "Oh, uh, I don't know."

"I mean, unless you're spoken for," she jumped in quickly and clocked his left hand. "No ring. Are you married?"

"Not married."

"Then what's stopping you?"

Luke shook his head to clear the fog. "Sorry, I'm just not used to getting hit on."

"I find that hard to believe," she said with a sexy grin, which he couldn't help but return. He was intrigued by this woman, by her aggressive nature. He wanted to know what she would say next, so he teed her up.

"Why is that?"

"Well, let's look at this objectively." She turned more fully toward him, clearly appraising him, which made him feel a little bit like a piece of meat, not that he was particularly bothered by that fact.

"You've got that scruffy, sexy thing going on, which is incredibly hot." She reached out and put her hand on his cheek, just briefly, before pulling it back and allowing her eyes to travel down his form and back up. "You look pretty solid, which makes me think you've probably got some stamina."

"I could be a chain smoker who gets winded going up a set of stairs," Luke cut in.

"Are you?"

"Uh, no," he admitted, laughing a little.

"Of course, all that stuff is surface level. You want to know what I really like about you, Luke?" she pressed on.

Curious, he asked, "What's that?"

"The fact that you're not really all that interested in me." His eyebrows shot up, and she laughed brightly at his expression. "I know, I know, there's some deep Freud-level shit going on with that, but it's true! I like a challenge."

Luke shook his head with amusement, but didn't comment, which prompted Lorelai to fill the dead air.

"I just thought we could have some fun together. No big deal. Your, uh, girlfriend doesn't have to know."

"There's no girlfriend," he corrected her.

"So… what's the problem? Are you not attracted to me? Am I wasting my time here?"

It was Luke's turn to look her up and down. He couldn't deny that he was tempted. She was stunning, as evidenced by the trail of drooling college guys she'd already let down tonight. What's more, she was interested, and for a guy like Luke who didn't get out too often, passing up an opportunity to be with a woman like her was likely to get his 'Man Card' revoked.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Look, it's not that I'm not interested. You're obviously a very beautiful woman. I just don't really do this kind of thing," he finally admitted. Lorelai perked up, sensing an opening.

"There's a first time for everything."

"You're very persistent," he noted with a grin.

"I'm used to getting what I want." She stated this as a fact.

He chuckled. "I'm getting that impression."

She caught his eye, more seriously. "I want you."

He felt that. Felt it from his cock to his extremities – an immediate twinge of desire.

She jumped back in before he could reject her. "Forget about your hang-ups. I want you, Luke. Don't you want me?"

He was caving; could feel it happening. He swigged his beer again, seeking a little liquid courage.

"Where are we going?" he finally asked. She smiled triumphantly.

"I've got a room at the Holiday Inn down the road."

"You're very prepared," he said, only half joking.

"Meet you there?" she asked, not to be distracted.

Luke nodded, finally conceding that he wasn't able, or willing, to deny her. "I'll meet you there."

XXXX

Luke pulled in next to Lorelai's Jeep at the hotel and got out of his truck. He was still a little unsure, but Lorelai was at his side before he had a chance to reconsider. She took him by the collar and hauled him down, kissing him determinedly. He could taste the gin martini on her breath, along with something sweet, like an after-dinner candy you would get at a restaurant.

He kissed her back, trying to match her intensity, feeling a little exposed making out in the middle of a parking lot, but he couldn't hold her back. She was all over him, hands coursing over his chest, grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer. He knew she could feel his erection, which she seemed fully on-board with as she pushed her hips into his.

Starting to catch up, Luke's hands found her ass and pulled her into him, letting her know exactly what she did to him. She had no cause for concern – attraction didn't begin to cover the way he felt about the gorgeous stranger from the bar. She was sex incarnate.

Lorelai moaned into his mouth and pulled back. "Come on, let's go inside."

Luke hesitated to let her back away, but did eventually unhand her, if only so he wouldn't end up taking her against his truck. He followed her into the building which was quiet this time of night, only a night auditor working behind the front desk who paid them no mind as they made way for the elevators. She pressed the up arrow and they waited silently for it to arrive at the main floor.

It dinged. The doors opened and they stepped inside.

He found himself against the mirrored wall as soon as they slid shut again.

She pushed her body into his and reclaimed his lips with fervor. He gave as good as he got, wrapping her up and hoisting her into him so he could feel the sinuous lines of her body under the thin material of her dress.

Lorelai clawed at him like she was trying to climb inside. Her desire for him was unguarded, a fact he couldn't begin to find fault with. The moment he decided to follow her into the hotel, he made the choice not to let his nerves get in the way. He was here and they were going to do this; he was damn well going enjoy the ride.

Their hips bumped and grinded, their hands groped and grabbed, all the while, their lips and tongues dueled in a way that felt primal and necessary. With his eyes shut, all of Luke's senses were taken over by Lorelai, her touch, her taste, her scent. He wanted more, and was about to take more when the elevator came to a stop and the door opened onto her floor.

Lorelai was the first to back away, but took him with her. She grabbed onto his hand and all but dragged him down the hall. Contact broke for seconds as she slid the key-card through the lock and opened the door to her room. Luke was hauled inside by his shirt.

Luke didn't even put up a pretense of a fight as Lorelai navigated them toward the bed. She shoved him down into a seated position and followed closely, straddling his hips and kissing him again, hard, as if the distance from the elevator to her bed had starved her of his touch.

Luke grabbed her ass to pull her against his rapidly growing erection, and she gasped into his mouth at the feeling of him hard against her centre. She braced herself with hands on his shoulders as she grinded shamelessly.

In this position, Lorelai's already short blue dress was pushed up further, revealing her creamy thighs that splayed wide around him. Luke took advantage of the easy access and pushed his hands under her dress, finding her bare ass cheeks and claiming them in handfuls. Curious, his thumb ventured higher, finding the barely-there elastic of her thong.

Lorelai's lips moved to Luke's throat as the pair maintained their lower connection. She kissed and sucked his pulse point as his hands stroked upward under her dress, finding her peaked nipples under a thin scrap of lace. He swept his thumbs across of each of them and she gasped against his skin. Pleased with her reaction, he tested a little further by pinching each of her nipples.

"Oh, yes," Lorelai groaned. Her pleasure was punctuated by a harder, more determined grind of her hips, bringing a similar grunt of pleasure out of him.

By now, Lorelai's dress was all but pushed away. She pulled back enough to meet Luke's gaze and shot him a sexy grin as she yanked the garment easily over her head.

"Fuck," Luke groaned at the sight before him. She wore a royal blue strapless bra, just a scrap of mostly see-through lace which did nothing to cover her peaked nipples. Eyes venturing downward, the same lace provided only the barest pretense of coverage to her mound which continued to grind against his denim-clad erection.

"Like it?" she queried, knowing the answer. Luke's eyes grazed back up her body until they settled on her piercing blue ones.

"I have no complaints."

"Your turn." She grabbed Luke's shirt at the hem and he raised his arms, allowing her to strip him of it and toss it away.

She grinned. "I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"I knew you were fit, but good God, man. Someone's been eating their Wheaties." Luke chuckled.

"Like it?" he repeated her question and she giggled, running her hands over his broad shoulders and down to his pecs. Luke sat back and let her feel him, become acquainted with his body, which he was admittedly a little proud of. It's not like he worked out constantly, but he did take care of himself, and moments like this made all those forgone calories worthwhile.

As Lorelai got to know Luke's body, he started to feel hers in earnest. Having access to this woman, to her sinuous curves, to every inch of her skin, was making him nearly delirious with need. She was beyond sexy. His mouth watered at the sight, and it was all he could do to keep from throwing her down and having his way with her then and there.

Lorelai wrapped one arm around Luke's shoulders and brought her other hand to his face, maintaining eye contact as she focused more of her energy on their connection down below. Luke found himself struggling not to look away as she did so, especially as his hands seemed to develop a mind of their own, coursing over her and touching every inch.

"Shit," Lorelai gasped, feeling an incredible intensity building. She found the play of his hard cock straining against the zipper of his jeans to be doubly arousing. She unwrapped her arm from around Luke and shoved him onto his back. Luke went easily, and she left her hands on his broad chest as she used him as leverage to grind harder.

Luke's hands took up residence on her hips. She was getting close, he knew. He could see it in her eyes, he could smell her arousal. He pushed up as she came down, doing what he could to bring her to completion. He was harder than hard and his cock screamed to be inside of this beautiful woman, but he was mesmerized as she pleasured herself on top of him. He wanted to see her come.

"Oh, Luke," she gasped. She ground almost hard enough to cause him pain, but he truly didn't care as she worked herself into a frenzy. She came apart after another minute or so of heavy grinding, curse words dropping from her mouth like a sailor on leave, her chest heaving, blue eyes clamped shut and mouth open in unabashed pleasure.

Sated, for the time being, Lorelai dropped down onto his chest and kissed the skin there. Luke let her take the lead, as she moved lower with each peck. He didn't stop or slow her as she went for the button and fly of his jeans, aiding by lifting his hips as she pulled them down along with his boxer briefs.

She stopped once they were clear of his erection, raising her eyes to his to show her appreciation.

"Wow," she said, her voice airy and impressed. Luke bit the inside of his cheek not to grin at her reaction. It's not like he didn't know he was well hung, but there was nothing that stroked the ego quite like the first time a woman became acquainted with that particular part of his anatomy.

Lorelai didn't linger, obviously reinvigorated by the promise of what was to come. She got off the bed and pulled off Luke's shoes and socks before removing his pants and underwear completely.

Luke pushed himself up onto his forearms as she looked him over, taking in the view.

"Okay?" he asked.

"More than," she confirmed. She met his smile with one of her own and went about removing the rest of her clothes and kicking off her heels. Luke couldn't look away as her breasts were revealed, followed by her sex, which he knew would be soaking wet after her first orgasm. He felt his cock twitch at that knowledge and wished, for the first time, that she'd speed up a bit to get to the main event.

Lorelai, however, seemed to have other plans. Luke pushed back up into a seated position as she dropped to her knees on the floor between his legs. He didn't have time to fully prepare himself before her lips were wrapped around his cock, her hand pumping diligently at the base.

"Jesus!" Luke exclaimed at the suddenness of her actions. The word gave way to a long, low moan as she retreated with suction.

Lorelai worked him for a while this way, teasing and licking the head, then taking him in as deeply as she could before sucking like he was a popsicle she was determined to get the juice from. The pressure and release of her mouth did wild things to him, making him feel like he could lose control at any second.

Lorelai popped off and looked up to meet Luke's intense gaze as she licked up and down his shaft, bathing the underside of it along the prominent vein. She brought the tip of her tongue to his head and tickled it with quick, sharp flicks, which elicited a groan that she was coming to love hearing from him.

She backed off, continued to pump, and looked up at him with a coquettish grin.

"So tell me, Luke," she said casually, as she threatened to push him over the edge with her hand. "You've got a naked girl here. What are you going to do with her?"

He chuckled, a little winded with desire.

"You tell me." He didn't want to be wrong.

She grinned and slowly rose to her feet before him, stepping in between his legs and taking his head in her hands. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close, moving in to lick and suck on her nipples, now the perfect height for him to enjoy thoroughly. Lorelai's hands tangled in his hair as he teased them into points, nipped and sucked until she was moaning and pleading for more.

Luke moved off her right nipple and kissed and nipped to the side of her breast, then underneath, tongue flicking along her ribs. He finally pulled back and looked up at her, eyes heavy with desire. The brief interlude had helped him regain some semblance of composure, enough that he was pretty sure he wouldn't explode as soon as he entered her, though it was still a very real possibility.

"Come down here," he instructed. Lorelai climbed back in his lap gamely, spreading her legs around him once more. She reached between them and took hold of his member again. She hit him with a grin as she placed him at her entrance.

"You know, maybe we should just watch a movie or something," she teased.

"Jesus Christ, Lorelai. You're trying to kill me," he chuckled, shaking his head. She leaned in and kissed him before beginning the slow descent down his shaft.

"Fuuuuck," she ground out as he came to fill her, and then fill her some more, and some more, until he was fully sheathed inside. Luke's hands came to her hips and helped her as she pushed back up, about halfway, and then came down again just as slowly.

"You're so tight," Luke mumbled, more to himself than her as he became acquainted with her incredible heat, her unbelievable wetness. She felt amazing, and part of him still couldn't believe that he was here with this beautiful woman and she was letting him do these things to her. He made a mental note to throw some change on the church offering plate the next day, because surely, someone was looking out for him.

After a few more moments at this pace, Luke decided he was ready to take over; she had done enough of the work for one night. He kissed her deeply and she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. She got so lost in his kisses that she didn't fully realize they were changing positions, until she was on her back with her ass on the edge of the bed and her sex was suspiciously empty.

Luke got to his feet, pulling his lips away and coming to stand at full height. Lorelai dropped her legs open, bringing them up so she was as available to him as possible, and watched him with parted lips as he re-entered her.

His thrusts came quicker than hers had. He didn't hit too hard, but he upped the intensity in a way that was welcomed by both of them. In this position, Luke could see every part of her, and delighted in that fact. This gorgeous woman was spread open for him, taking his cock with enthusiasm as she panted and writhed. She was completely engaged, completely accepting of all he had to offer. He couldn't believe how incredibly sexy that was.

"Oh, Luke," she said in a long, low moan. "Harder."

Luke grunted as he sped up his pace, hitting a little harder, a little deeper. He leaned town and braced himself with his hands next to her head, coming to hover over her body as their hips started to crash, skin slapping with each new connection.

Lorelai gasped and cried out as he hit a new angle. Her hand flew between her legs and she began to rub her clit vigorously as he fucked her. Her orgasm was coming up fast, a fact that was not lost on Luke. He drove her through it, pounding into her as she began to spasm beneath him, not relenting until she was a shivering, quaking mess on the bed.

Seeing her lose her composure was more than enough for Luke, who had been cusping since she gave him the blowjob to end all blowjobs. He shot off inside of her with a strangled grunt, not wanting to alert the neighbours, but also not able to fully contain himself as he came inside the heat of this incredible, gorgeous woman.

Luke slid out of her once he was completely spent, and Lorelai achingly crawled up the bed to relax against the unused pillows. He followed her, falling into place next to her as he breathed heavily.

A feline grin spread across Lorelai's face as she sighed, contentedly. Luke chuckled.

"What?"

She met his gaze with a self-satisfied smirk.

"I knew you'd be into role playing."

Luke chuckled and rolled over, slinging an arm across her midsection and dropping a kiss on the side of her head.

"Just needed the right inspiration."

A/N – A little bit of fun in this one. Hope you enjoyed it ;)