It was well past one in the morning, the night air warm and silent as Lyla made her way along the deserted street. It was the last day of her vacation, and things had been amazing up until an hour prior to this moment, when she got into an argument with her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now. For months she had suspected he was cheating on her, and receiving screenshots from her friend of texts he had sent her, it verified her worst thoughts were true. When she confronted him on it, this lead to a huge fight between them, and after spewing insults at her he stormed out of the club, leaving her alone and stranded in a city she was unfamiliar with. Terrified, and with no way to contact anyone, she simply wandered down the darkened sidewalk, silently begging to find some sort of solution to her current situation.
When the sound of a second pair of footsteps caught her attention, she glanced up, and immediately grew nervous when she saw a man walking towards her. Lowering her gaze back down to the sidewalk, she hoped he would simply walk past her as a normal stranger would. "Hey there sweet thing," she heard him say as she walked by him, and cursed inwardly. "What's a fine thing like yourself doing out here at night? You lost?" Not saying anything, Lyla continued making her way forward, hoping her lack of response would be the end of it. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Come on, let me walk you to where you're going."
"No, thank you," she finally replied politely over her shoulder, and yelped when suddenly a hand was spinning her around as it tightly grasped her arm.
"You really shouldn't be out here alone," the guy commented, his voice suddenly low and not as friendly. "Don't you know there are weirdos out there?"
"Please, you're hurting me," she whimpered, trying to pull her arm away but only received a tighter squeeze.
"Someone didn't teach you manners. When someone talks to you, you respond, and when a guy offers to walk you somewhere you accept his offer like an obedient woman should."
"Okay, I'm sorry, please...I appreciate your offer, but I really just want to go."
He sneered at her. "You think you can get off that easy with what a little bitch you just were? I was going to offer you a night you'd never forget, but it looks like now I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson," he replied, and she gave a small cry when he suddenly yanked her off of the sidewalk and into the darkness of the alley next to them.
"Please let me go," Lyla begged, tears forming in her eyes by this point. She again squirmed in his grip, but with now having both arms pinned down her ability to move away was slim to none.
"You ain't getting away that fast, you little cunt," he snapped, and she cried out when he suddenly shoved her hard, making her fall to the ground and her head smack against a wooden crate. Groaning, she went to reach for her head as everything began to spin, when he quickly moved over her.
"Please...don't..." she groaned, feeling as though she were about to pass out.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, and slapped her hard across the face. "This is going to go a lot easier if you just shut your fucking mouth and do what I tell you." When she felt him tugging on the waist of her pants, this made her become more alert, and again she squirmed against him. She cried out when he again slapped her, and in a panic began to scream for help. "I will slit your fucking throat if you don't shut your stupid fucking mouth," the guy hissed as he undid his jeans, and as she watch him do so she could feel her chest tighten with fear.
"Please don't do this," Lyla begged, when suddenly his hands were around her throat, squeezing hard.
"You talk too fucking much," he commented through gritted teeth, blocking off her ability to breathe.
"Hey!" someone behind him suddenly yelled out, making the guy turn around. "Let her go!"
"Fuck off, man, this doesn't concern you," the guy snapped, bringing his attention back to her as he continued to keep his vice grip on her neck.
"Get your fucking hands off of her!" the second person yelled, this time closer. Clawing at her predator's hands, she attempted to cry out for help, but all she received in return was his hands tightening even more. Just as her vision began to darken, and her consciousness slipped away, vaguely she could hear movements along with curses. Suddenly, the grip on her neck was released, and coughing she struggled to regain her breath as footsteps ran away. "Hey, are you okay?" the second voice asked as a hand brushed her hair back from her face. As she continued to struggle with catching her breath, tears once more came to her eyes as a strong pair of arms helped her to a sitting position. "It's okay, breathe," the person coached her, as a large hand began to gently rub her back. When she finally managed to somewhat calm down, she finally glanced up at the person who had just saved her, his face hidden by the shadows. "You okay?" he repeated.
"I..."she tried to start, but could not seem to form words from the shock of what just happened, and looked back down at the ground.
"Where were you going? I'll help you get there." When she looked back up at him, something did not sit right with him, and when he noticed how badly she was still shaking he added, "Let's get you somewhere safe. I'm going to bring you to my hotel room so you can sit a minute, okay?"
"I...I'm okay," Lyla finally managed to get out. "I'll be fine."
"No," he said in a soft but firm voice. "Look, you're obviously in shock. I'm not going to let you keep walking around out here alone. Let me at least get you off the streets." Lyla hesitated, before finally giving a small nod of accepting his help. "Come on," he added as he stood up, and held his hand out to her. Again she hesitated, before accepting his hand and allowing him to help her to her feet.
"Shit, I hit that crate harder than I realized," she commented when her surroundings began to spin, and reaching up carefully rubbed the back of her head. As she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get the dizzy feeling she was experienced to leave, a hand carefully cupped her elbow.
"Do you need to sit back down?" he asked, his other hand resting on her shoulder.
"No, I'll be okay," she reassured him, and keeping an arm securely around her he led her back out into the glow of the street lamp.
"Fuck, did he slap you too?" he asked when he could better see her, and as he examined her cheek she did the same to him once she finally saw his face. He was one of the most interesting looking people she had ever encountered...and yet, despite his 'interesting' appearance, she found herself immediately attracted to him.
Touching her cheek, she winced at the spark of pain which greeted her. "I guess he did," she replied, everything which had just conspired a blur in her mind. He simply shook his head. "Thank you...I literally owe you my life."
He gave her a small smile. "I only did what any decent person would have done." It was her turn to smile. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
There was something about the way he called her 'sweetheart' which made her flush. His voice was so warm, and soothing. "It's Lyla."
He made a small noise in the back of his throat. "I like that. It suits you," he commented, smirking at the expression which came to her face. "My hotel is right over there," he added, pointing to a brightly lit building diagonal from where they stood.
"Oh wow, that's a beautiful place," she commented as she looked at the hotel, and finally they made their way across the street toward it. "May I know what your name is?"
"So proper," he stated, smirking down at her. "It's Brian." When she suddenly giggled, he gave her a look of surprise. "What's so funny about that?"
"I'm sorry, it's just...the name and the face don't quite match up. No offense."
He laughed in return. "What do I look like, then? A 'Manson'?"
"Like Charles? God, no, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."
He chuckled again. "It's okay, I hear that a lot. I get it," he reassured her as they approached the front doors, and as they slid open the two of them continued on into the building. Lyla admired her surroundings as they walked through the spacious lobby, and toward one of the elevators. During the short ride in the small compartment, he could feel the tense energy coming off of her, and made sure to keep a respectable distance to avoid causing any further distress than what she had currently experienced.
"Wow," she whispered in awe as she looked around the elegantly decorated hotel suite, noting to herself it was bigger than the apartment she lived in. "Did you take out a small loan to afford this?"
He was both amused and relieved by her obvious lack of awareness when it came to his alternate persona. It was not often he came across someone who saw him as simply another person, and when it happened he welcomed it willingly. "I had a couple extra dollars in the bank lying around," he quipped, making her flash one of the sweetest little smiles he had ever seen. Damnit, if she was not both adorable and sexy as hell. Walking over to the refrigerator in the room, he got out a Coke and one of the single shot bottles of whiskey the hotel provided. Mixing the two together in a glass, he carried the drink over to her and held it out. "Here, drink this. I'm sure you're still shaken up, it'll help with your nerves."
"Thank you," she replied with a small smile, and taking the glass from him took a drink, welcoming the immediate warmth which spread through her chest and the burn of the alcohol going down her throat.
"So where were you heading?"
Her face immediately growing serious, she gave a small shrug. "I'm not sure," she admitted, looking down.
He was confused by her statement. "Want to explain that one to me?"
Continuing to look down, she took another drink before finally stating, "I got into an argument with my boyfriend, and he left me alone at the club we were at. My phone is dead, and I have no idea where I am or where I need to go, so I just started walking. I didn't know what else to do."
"Jesus," he muttered under his breath. "I'm assuming you're not from around here if you didn't know where you were?"
She shook her head. "We were supposed to be on a vacation, so we were just visiting. It was his idea, and he said he wanted to keep what we did a surprise, so I legitimately have no clue where we were even staying."
"What a sack of shit," he commented with a shake of his head. "Do you need a charger? You should plug your phone in so it can charge."
"I don't even have that," she said with a small laugh, an embarrassed look coming to her face. "I'm really sorry for bothering you like this, you didn't have to get involved."
"Hey, you're not a bother. I can only imagine what would have happened had I not been walking by," he replied as he made himself his own drink. "I'll do whatever I can to help out, it sounds like he left you in a fucked up position."
"That's putting it mildly," she muttered, taking another drink.
Unsure of what else to say, he commented, "You should really plug in your phone so it can charge. My cord is over on the table."
"Thank you," she quietly said as she stood up and walked over to where the charging cord was he was referring to.
Watching her, he could still feel how tense she was, and with the way her night had went he did not in the slightest bit blame her. Taking a large swallow of his own drink before placing it on the stand by him, he quietly walked towards her, and hesitated before placing his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," he quickly reassured her when she jumped and immediately stiffened. Gently, he kneaded the tense muscles beneath his hands, his fingers trying to soothe the tension he could feel in her shoulders and neck. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked, wanting to ensure he was not adding to her discomfort, and was relieved when she shook her head. Leaning down into her slightly, he breathed in the scent of her hair, admiring how sweet and floral she smelled. How could someone even consider hurting her? She was so small and dainty, and exuded such a pure innocence, something he was quickly growing addicted to.
"That feels good," she quietly said, her head falling to the side when his hand slid closer to her neck. Gazing at the smooth curve she exposed, he allowed his hand to slide up the pale skin, the quiet noise she made making the ball of lust forming in his core quickly expand and rise to the surface. Pushing her hair over her shoulder to further expose her neck, his hands continued to knead at the soft flesh of her shoulders as he leaned down to softly kiss where her neck met her shoulder. Never having been the type to act this way with someone she just met, part of her instinctively wanted to push him away, but there was something about his warm touch, and musky scent which had her turning to putty in his hands...
"Want me to stop?" he murmured in her ear as his hands slid down to her biceps, softly squeezing where his hands landed. She simply shook her head. "Still not uncomfortable?" he added, wanted to ensure he was not forcing himself on her, and was grateful when she again shook her head. He had not meant to let this happen, knowing she was still in a vulnerable state, but was so intoxicated by the tiny little thing standing in front of him he could not hold back his urges...
"Turn around," he quietly requested, and not needing to be told twice she did as he asked. Not saying anything, he simply gazed at her, his eyes wandering over her face and leaving her feeling exposed under his intense gaze. When their gazes finally met, she looked up into his eyes, her insides quivering at the feel of his soft hands cupping her face, and watched his gaze go to her mouth before he leaned into her, his lips caressing hers softly. She breathed in sharply at the spark of electricity she felt from his kiss, and reaching up she grasped his forearms as she opened up to him, the passion between them mounting. "You taste so sweet," he whispered, his thumb lightly running along her lower lip, and again kissed her, this time deeper and more possessive. When he pulled back, she looked back up at him, noticing his eyes had grown dark with passion. She felt his fingertips trail along the bare skin above the waist of her pants, slowly pushing the material upward, and quietly gasped when suddenly the article of clothing was being slid up and over her head. Never losing eye contact, he undid her jeans, and pushed them down her hips and thighs, before kneeling before her to gently pull them the remainder of the way down her legs. As she stood there nearly naked, she could not help but to note to herself she was grateful in that moment she had chose her nice lingerie that day...
Standing back up, he cupped her face as his mouth moves over hers, kissing her thoroughly before pulling back. Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair as their eyes met once more, before again leaning down into her. "Brian," she sighed when his mouth this time went for her neck, planting wet kisses along the curve which led to her shoulder, and moaned quietly when he both sucked the flesh there and tightly grasped her hips at the same time.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he breathed as he inhaled her sweet scent, the feel of his breath on her making her skin break out in goosebumps.
"Touch me," she quietly pleaded, and held onto him when he suddenly forced her to walk backwards as he led her to the bed. As soon as her calves touched the mattress, he gently but firmly pushed her down onto the plush comforter and followed her down, stalking over her with every movement as she made her way up to the headboard. As she sank back against the pillows he settled between her thighs, the weight of his hips pressing into them making a flutter go through her stomach. Reaching down, it was her turn to grasp the hem of his shirt, and was taken back when his hand suddenly grasped her wrist.
"Don't," he said in a low voice, and when she looked back up at his face she was surprised to see a hint of a nervous look in his eyes.
"Please?" she whispered as her hands slipped beneath the material to touch his surprisingly soft skin, pulling a nearly inaudible gasp from him. Leaning up, she playfully nipped at his jaw, before adding in his ear, "I want your skin on mine." He shuddered at her words, and hesitated before sliding his shirt up and off with her help. Immediately, her hands slid along his smooth chest as she admired the now exposed artwork on his body. "You're beautiful, Brian," she commented, looking up at him with adoring eyes, before leaning up to press a kiss to the center of his chest. Taken back, his eyes slipped shut as she peppered his chest and neck with kisses and ran her hands along his sides and back, on occasion going back to his nipples to lightly tease her tongue along them. He could not remember a time when someone showed him such sensual affection, the emotions it gave him both foreign and welcomed. Eventually, he gently grasped her chin, and before she could try to go back to her administrations he kissed her slow and thoroughly, his tongue caressing in a soft manner.
"You are so addicting," he murmured before trailing his kisses down her body, making sure to explore every curve of her body. At first glance, she would have assumed he were the type to have rough, hard sex, but up until now he had proven to be the most tender lover she had ever encountered. Reaching beneath her, he quickly unfastened her bra with a pinch and flick of his fingers, and tossed it aside as he admired her breasts. Reaching up, he lightly squeezed one of the mounds, before leaning back down to take her free nipple into his mouth. She gasped at the feel of his tongue caressing the pert button, and his teeth teasingly giving a soft bite. As he alternated between each breast, she could feel the tingling between her thighs intensifying, until her hips were squirming and she let out nearly audible whimpers. Moving back up, he purred in her ear as his fingers finally found her clit, "You're so wet...is that for me, princess?"
She gasped loudly at the sudden contact, and quickly nodded. "Yes...it's all for you," she whispered, making him give a noise of approval.
"I want to know if you taste as good as you smell," he added in the same low tone, and again slid back down her, this time stopping at her waist. Getting up on his knees, he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her panties, and idly toyed with the garment as his hands smoothed over her skin, before finally pulling them down her legs in a painfully slow manner. Tossing the offensive article of clothing aside, he grasped one of her ankles and lifted it up to kiss the inner part, moving higher up until he reached the inner junction of her thigh. She gave a quiet whimper of protest when he pulled back again, but simply watched as he repeated the process on her other leg, finally settling back down between her thighs to where he was eye level with her most feminine area. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he pressed hot, open mouth kisses and playful nips along her inner thighs, moving close to where she wanted him the most but never quite reaching there. Looking back up at her, he studied her as he continued his torture, and when he felt her legs beginning to tremble slightly he finally gave in and covered her mound with his mouth.
"Shit," she gasped, her fingers knotting in the comforter when his tongue immediately began to explore her aching clit, her head falling back against the pillows. As soon as she heard him make a noise of approval, and felt the vibration from his groan, she was abruptly falling over the edge, her body tense and her face scrunched as she came on his tongue. He continued to lap up her sweet nectar until he felt her relax, and pulled back slightly.
"Already done?" He teased, and grinned when she gave a sheepish look.
"I couldn't help it...fuck, I don't think I've ever been this turned on before," she admitted, her entire body on fire and still begging for more.
"Want me to stop?"
She immediately shook her head in protest, making him chuckle. "No, no, please...please don't stop what you're doing," she begged, and gave a mewl of approval when he went right back to teasing her clit with his experienced tongue. Again, he made her explode in pleasure, before adding in the use of his fingers. She cried out when she felt him slide two thick digits inside her, and her eyes rolled back when he immediately began to curl them up just right. "Jesus fucking Christ," she groaned after the fourth orgasm he gave her, somehow still desperate for more from him.
"I don't think Jesus is in this room right now," he commented when he pulled back, making her laugh.
"Come here," she quietly requested, her arms reaching out to him. He kissed her inner thighs, before moving back up her, immediately kissing her deeply once they were eye level with each other. "I want to taste you now," she whispered against his lips, her hands going to the waist of his pants to undo them. Giving into her wishes, he moved off of the bed just long enough to remove his pants, before rejoining her. He chuckled when she pushed him to where he was on his back, amused by her eagerness. When she finally brought her attention to that special spot, her eyes grew wide at the size of the bulge straining against its cloth restraint.
"See something you want?" he asked in a playful manner, but immediately grew serious when she went to remove his boxer briefs. "They stay on," he stated in a quiet but firm tone, grasping her wrists to stop her. Taken by surprise, she quickly nodded, and not wanting to spoil the energy between them he added with a crook of his finger, "Come here." Willingly, she crawled closer to him, and grabbing her face he crushed his lips against hers, making her let out a noise in the back of her throat. As his mouth demanded hers, he freed his cock, and pulling back he again grasped her jaw as he demanded in a low voice, "Suck my cock."
Not needing to be told twice, she slithered down between his thighs and admired the huge cock he presented her. "Is this for me?" she asked, echoing his previous comment and making him chuckle.
"Every inch, princess," he murmured, the situation quickly growing serious as she slowly stroked him. She gazed at his thick length for a moment, before locking eyes with him as she slowly took him down her throat. "Fuuck," he groaned at the feel of her hot mouth enveloping him, his hand tangling in her hair as she set in a steady rhythm. Watching her, he admired the way she used her hand and mouth to pleasure him, his hips beginning to thrust up when she applied more suction. "You're such a good little girl," he quietly commented, tightening his hold on her hair when he felt her massaging the underside of his cock with her tongue. When he began to feel that familiar tingling deep in his groin, he gritted his teeth as he pulled up on her hair, making him fall from her mouth with a quiet 'plop'.
She gave a small frown. "Something wrong?"
He reassured her with a shake of his head. "No, I just didn't want to come in your mouth...now get up here, and sit on my cock."
Biting her lip, she crawled back up him, kissing him desperately as she straddled his waist. Kissing her back with just as much need, he gave himself a couple of strokes before positioning just right, and pulled away to watch her face as he had her sink down onto his cock. Her eyes grew wide as he smoothly eased into her, before slipping shut once her pelvis was flush against his. "Holy shit," she gasped, making him grin smugly, and straightening up she braced her hands against his chest as she started moving on him.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he hissed, his nails digging into her hips as he arched up into her. Looking up, he watched her as she rode him, admiring how she looked with a look of pure pleasure covering her face. Reaching down, his fingers found her clit, and as he began to stroke it in form circles her eyes rolled back, the site of it making him grow even harder. He groaned when she quickened her movements, his free hand sliding up her back to cup her head, and pulled her back down to kiss her heatedly.
Holding onto his shoulders, she moaned into his mouth as they moved faster against each other, the way her clit rubbed against him making her quickly coil up. "I'm gonna come," she whispered against his lips, a hint of pleading in her tone.
"That's it, come for me princess. Come on my cock," he murmured, desperate to hear and feel her.
"Fuck...Brian..." she whined, and burying her face in his shoulder she cried out as she fell apart, pressing harder into him to draw it out as long as possible. Gritting his teeth, he stifled a groan at the feel of her clenching him, and wrapping his arms around her he rolled them over to where he was above her. Before she even has the chance to come down from her climax he was moving fast, his hips pounding into hers desperately as his own pleasure continued to mount. Feeling one of his hands cup her cheek, she reopened her eyes, and was greeted to his intense gaze, his eyes slipping shut when she scratched at his sides. "I want you to come," she whispered, her legs winding tighter around him.
He gave a quiet groan. "Yeah?" She nodded. "Where?"
"Wherever you want," she sighed, her hands going back up to grasp the back of his head and neck.
Shuddering inwardly at this, he once more kissed her deeply, one hand knotting in the sheets while the other slid up from her cheek to tangle in her hair at the nape of her neck. Deeper he plunged with each thrust, each stroke bringing him higher. "Come for me again," he panted, determined to get her there with him. After a few more thrusts, he could feel himself starting to fall over the edge, and just when he was about to pull out her legs locked tighter around his waist as she cried out for him, preventing him from going anywhere. "Ohh god," he moaned as it shot through him, burying himself to the hilt within her as they came together. His breathing heavy, he stayed up on his elbows as he allowed his heartbeat to slow, his forehead rested on her shoulder as her hands idly ran along his back. Finally, he carefully pulled from her and tucked himself back in his briefs before rolling onto his back again, the two of them staring up at the ceiling in silence.
"I should go get a room," she quietly stated, making him finally look over at her, and he smirked when he could tell she was quickly falling asleep.
"Come here," he said, and making no objections she curled up into his side. "Don't worry about getting a room, you can stay here tonight if you want."
"I don't want to bother you," she commented, her words becoming a mumble.
"Damnit, quit saying that," he chuckled. "I'm doing this of my own free will, and I happen to prefer to cuddle after sex rather than sleep alone. Now get under the covers with me." She grinned sleepily up at him, before doing as he asked, the two of them slipping beneath the plush comforter. "Come back over here."
Reclaiming her spot, she curled back up into his side, staring at the wall as she took in everything which had conspired just in the last two hours. "I just...I don't know-"
"Shhh," he softly shushed her, kissing the top of her head as he started to stroke her hair. "I'll help you figure it all out in the morning. Just...stay with me. Please."
When she heard the tiniest hint of pleading in his tone, she knew she could not say no, despite him being a complete stranger. "Okay," she whispered, and pressing a kiss to his chest nuzzled her cheek against the smooth skin, lulled to sleep by the heartbeat of a man she still did not know, yet already felt so connected to...