First Time For Everything
Haruhi had never had sex with a stranger before.
She didn't even know she could be sexually attracted to a stranger. To look at someone with such a foggy, lustful stare. Her eyes baring at them from over the silver lining of her glass. Tequila heavy on her breath.
Her sigh, rooted from somewhere very deep in her chest, fogged her glass. Like she was panting, as she watched every little colored light that hung from the ceiling, dance across the glossiness of their eyes. This person, this man, was something she'd only seen in movies. Absolutely Perfect. From his perfect face to the fancy shoes he had scraping across the metal bars of his stool.
He looked expensive. She believed he probably smelt expensive too. The skin beneath his collar had been glistening. Not a lot, but captivatingly. She thought of pressing her face into the curve of his neck and inhaling. Was he hot? At one point during the evening, after holding a conversation with the bartender for a peculiarly long time, he'd loosened his tie and stuffed it somewhere In his jacket and the top buttons of his shirt were open, exposing the gorgeous dips of his collarbone.
Maybe she was just drunk -very drunk- sad and lonely, so she was hallucinating, but she could have sworn he looked her way just now. A very awkward feeling. To make eye contact with someone, especially if their sudden gaze interrupts you mentally undressing them. But she continued watching him. His eyes were polite when they met hers, but they were teasing. He knew he caught her staring.
He leaned his body across the counter, until his lips were very near her shoulder. Haruhi didn't move.
"Can I help you?" He asked, in a slow and suggestive tone. Almost like it was a genuine offer. And he seemed very much amused.
"You're very beautiful," she said aloud, unashamed.
Then the man's beautiful face faltered. His brow lowered in thought for just a moment before he smiled. Haruhi almost moaned, pressing her thighs together. He must know. He had to know now that she'd been staring at him for a very long time, and was past the point of any good small talk. She didn't want to talk. She just wanted to watch him. Fantasize. She couldn't dare talk to the same man she imagined herself grinding on just a few minutes before.
His hand reached out slowly, with that pretty pampered hand and took that stray hair out of her face she only noticed just now, and pinned it behind her ear. The gesture so personal her spine tingled.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" He whispered in her ear.
That sobered her immediately, well, almost. She was drunk but even she knew that upstairs was a hotel.
This man, who she couldn't even place a name to, just offered her the unthinkable. Was he drunk too? He must've been. Someone like him wouldn't ever imagine speaking to someone like her, nonetheless let her touch him. And oh god did she want to touch him.
"Yes," she responded, even sounding weak in the knees, but instead of moving, his hand lingered on her, disappearing into her hair. He pulled out a small hairpin, then her hair fell around her shoulders. It was dark and they shared a bench at the corner of the bar between just the two of them so no one saw when the man gently bunched some of her hair inside his fist and breathed inside her ear, softly biting her lobe between his teeth and his bottom lip. Haruhi whined with need. She wanted him to breathe on her again.
"I'm not sober." He warned. "I was drinking tonight to forget about something. So I'm not going to remember you."
"Do that again," she begged, ignoring him.
He got the hint fairly soon and took her hand and led her upstairs. It was nothing like the movies. They weren't fumbling up the stairs, or ripping at each other's clothes in the hallway. She'd never had a one night stand before, but was it supposed to be like this? So quiet.
Once the doors closed and they were alone, the man pressed her against the elevator, and their ascent up to the fourth floor vibrated along her back. She'd have collapsed from adrenaline had he not been holding her hands. He kissed all her fingers, her knuckles, then kissed her open palms before cupping them against his face. She held his face, amazed, only thinking about how soft his skin was, how kind his eyes were and how the flakes of amber in his eyes, in this lighting, made them look almost gold.
"You are," she said, as if she had something to prove. This person looked very sad. "You're beautiful."
"I don't feel beautiful," he answered, holding her much smaller face in-between his much larger hands. So petite he thought. "But if you think we should be romantic, then I suppose I should say you're very beautiful as well."
She made an ah sound, ready to respond, but then he kissed her.
"No more talking, pretty girl," he said, with her bottom lip in his mouth. "We don't have to make this more than it has to be."
The elevator doors opened and he grabbed her by her shoulders, leading her through a brightly lit hallway. His teeth were on her neck this time, scraping where he left a hickey. He'll feel bad for leaving marks on her perfect body later, but the sounds she was making, sounding so deprived and needy, forced most of his judgement to come from the boner in his pants than anywhere else, so he'd taste every inch of her now and leave his thoughts for tomorrow him to think about.
His drunk hands fumbled with his hotel key, before he pushed his back into the door to open it. He held her in his arms and made a triumphed sound behind his teeth when she finally got the nerves to hold him back. He liked how gentle she was. She didn't have long nails to scratch him with. And when he kissed her his lips weren't swollen. He could kiss her and her mouth didn't attack him like she wanted to swallow him whole, she just opened up to him, held him and wanted him to hold her back.
It was then he realized she wanted something he didn't have.
"Make love to me," she said.
"I can't." His hips held her against the bathroom door, as his hands worked diligently on the buttons of her shirt. "I can't, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were the kind of girl. What the hell are you doing in a place like this?"
His hands felt cold against her abdomen, and she grinded her hips forward until he held her waist. He was grinding her on his erection. He wasn't going to stop, and that made him feel terrible. This woman was good. One of those precious little things that don't do anything wrong. She was probably only here because she didn't know where else to go. He was nervous now. He'd never held a broken heart before.
"I'm sorry. Please. Don't stop," she said. "Please. I'm so wet, I just want you to touch me."
It was when he tried to shove his hand down her pants just then that he noticed just how unconventional her wardrobe was tonight. Her baggy white button down was tucked into her high waisted trousers, while black suspenders held up her big chunky man belt. This wasn't exactly as easy to manipulate as a silky red dress.
This girl was so beautiful, and so tender but fuck, she was a tease.
He growled and hauled her tiny frame into a mightily strong hold and her armswent around his neck, her hands ravishing through his thick gorgeous hair to press his face into her breasts. Her legs bound around his waist let his hands work freely on her belt. It wasn't made for her. The huge thing had to be looped around her pants twice. He wondered if she had any clothes that fit her right.
He laid her gracefully on his unmade bed and she grabbed at his shirt. She wanted to undress him and he let her. Honestly, he would let her do anything to him at this point. And if she asked for anything else he'd probably give it to her.
"I want to touch you, too." She asked.
Fuck "Please," he groaned.
He wanted to touch her first but her hands were faster. His belt was loosened and his pants were at his thighs before he could even figure out how to untie her knotted drawstrings, then she grasped him in her hands. Both of them, and he nearly came on her.
Thank God he found the zipper of her pants when his hands came around her back or else he would have lost his mind. In no time, her suspenders hit the floor somewhere, and her pants were lost in the blankets. He needed inside her before she figured out how to properly do a handjob, or less he'd be finished.
She gasped loudly when his hand dove inside her cute pink panties and found her aching clit. Her whole body shivered when one of his long fingers slid skillfully inside her. So fast! At the bar she imagined his hands doing a lot of things to her, this was not one of those things. No one's touched her like that before.
"You weren't kidding." So fucking wet he exhaled against her throat. "How long have you been thinking about me?"
Haruhi nearly sobbed. He knew what he was doing and he did it so well. He curled his finger up and she bucked upwards.
She made an ugly sound when he drew his hand from her and painted his wet finger across his lips, and when he kissed her again she could taste herself. It was so erotic she moaned and her boldness surprised herself when she shoved her tongue in his mouth. She felt better when he matched the sound she made. He sounded so primal. Like he wanted to devour her.
He parted her legs with his knee, and stretched her with two fingers this time. When he reached as deep he could and his palm rubbed against her clit she threw her head back into his pillows. Then he did it again, hitting that spot over and over and she grabbed at his hair, and cradled his face to her chest.
There was a small fire in her belly when she looked down and watched him suck in her swollen breast. She'd never finished as quickly as this before, if she'd ever finished in her life at all, but God, he was going to make her—
"Not yet, It feels so much better when you're about to cum," his roughened voice was suddenly in her ear again then his presence disappeared. Her vision blurry with lust but she could see him ripping a box open, and after retrieving a single condom he threw the rest on the floor.
He stood up to his full height then pulled her to the edge of the bed by her knees, then after stroking himself a few times with a fist full of lube he tested the waters and rubbed his cock between her folds, or rather she did that herself, only stopping when he held her hips down.
Yes, god this is what she's wanted all night.
"Fuck," she half gasped, half sobbed as he entered her. He breathed out slowly.
She squirmed. It was awkward accepting him inside. She hadn't done this in so long and maybe he could tell, because he was patient with her, thrusting shallow as his thumbs kneaded her thighs. But once they'd found the right angle their bodies fit against each other like two missing puzzle pieces and the rhythm of his thrusts were delicious. He withdrew fast but thust inside slowly. His hips curved, rubbing into her small pearl of nerves. One time he hit it just right and she squealed. He loved it. She made the best sounds. If he was confident enough, maybe he would tell her his name. He'd love it if she was screaming that instead. He wondered if she would. He kind of wanted to know her name right now.
Their movements grew erratic and she held onto the pillow above her head, mouth open but barely saying a word. Too preoccupied with holding her breath and feeling. She could hear the springs in the mattress every time he sunk into her. Soon it was faster, he was fucking her harder, and her hand slid slyly between them.
Fuck, he thought, leaning over her on his elbows. She was touching herself.
"I'm going to cum," he choked.
"Yes," she sighed.
Their sounds were shorter and faster, and their hands sought each other out to hold onto once the intensity reached its climax and this man thrust deeply, groaning into a fistful of her hair as he imagined himself cumming inside.
He moved in and out slowly a few times to ride out his orgasm and to rub where she was stimulated. He kissed her neck breathlessly, listening to her whimpers.
"Hold still, pretty girl." Is the next thing she heard before he pulled out and pushed her knees up.
She gasped when she felt his hot breath on her clit. "No, no no, wait, I'm-"
"I can't. I need you to cum. I want you to. I want to taste you." His teeth pinching her most sensitive parts of her made her shake. Then his tongue replaced the emptiness between her thighs and her back arched. Both her eyes and mouth lay open towards the ceiling. A silent gasp leaving her. This was the most erotic thing she'd ever done. Grabbing a man by his hair as his tongue explored inside her. Her toes curled.
But she didn't last much longer once he shoved his fingers inside and he took her entire clit in his mouth, his tongue, again, so skilled, had her cumming. But she couldn't move, his body was too strong, she could only cry out, as her thighs squeezed around his shoulders. His lips hummed against her and her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she collapsed into his covers. Sweaty and gasping and shaking.
Soon his elbows were on each side of her head, and he ducked down to kiss her again, his lips hot and wet and tangy, as his thumbs caressed her cheeks.
He raised up, looked into her eyes for a few very still moments before he kissed her again, this time with his entire mouth, no teeth or tongue, just his soft lips and a strong feeling he tried to convey without words.
"Take care, precious girl." He breathed as he pulled away and she shivered. It was cold without him.
And the room was very quiet, when he fumbled with his clothes, and then left without another word.