She noticed him as soon as she sat down. He was sitting alone at the bar, watching her. He had that bad-boy look about him. Dark hair, dark eyes and wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. He was quite good looking and several girls had made their way over towards his seat during the course of the night. Beautiful girls with smoking hot bodies but he hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she walked in. She wondered why, she wasn't even close to being as pretty as most of the women here.
She looked away, convinced he must have been staring at someone behind her or maybe there was a clock over her head. She turned to look and when she turned back he was there, standing beside her chair.
"May I join you?" he asked. His voice was deep and husky with a thick accent she couldn't place, and he smelled divine. She nodded and he sat across from her. She was mesmerized and quite unable to speak. He was even more attractive up close. Could this really be happening to her? Her heart started to beat faster and she hid her hands under the table so he wouldn't see the slight tremor. She was nervous.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Charlotte" she whispered. She couldn't seem to make her voice work properly but he apparently had no problem hearing her.
"Charlotte. That is a beautiful name. I am called Stefan" His voice, his eyes, everything about him was hypnotizing. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to speak but nothing came out. He merely sat across from her and waited. After a few moments of looking like a dying fish, she finally blurted out;
"Where are you from?"
"I am Romanian…and you are beautiful Charlotte" he said. The corners of his mouth turned up in a tiny smile as she blushed.
In an effort to cover up her nervousness she reached for her drink, but her shaking hands were unreliable and instead she knocked it over. In the split second it took for her hand to hit the glass, she got that tightening in her chest that you get when you've done something stupid. As she started to gasp his hand shot out, lightening-fast, and grabbed the glass before even one drop spilled.
"How did you do that?" she blurted out. He just smiled and set her glass back in front of her.
"What brings you here tonight Charlotte?" He asked her. Why did it affect her so when he said her name? She had heard stories from her friends of meeting a man who they had instant sexual chemistry with, but it had never happened to her. Until now. She knew nothing about this man and yet if he asked her to leave with him right this second, she would go. A brief thought crossed her mind about how this was probably the way serial killers found their victims.
"I just came to…" she trailed off. She could hardly tell him she came here to pick someone up. It was the reason, she was recently divorced and had decided that what she needed was the feeling of someone wanting her. She hadn't felt that in a very long time, but it wasn't exactly something you could admit to, not if you were a woman.
"I-I just came for a drink" she said. The smirk on his face told her that he knew exactly why she was here.
"Well I hope I'm not disturbing you then" he said, his eyes boring into hers. It was dark in the lounge and kind of hard to see, but she could swear his eyes were tinged with red. Not bloodshot, but the actual color of his eyes. It must have a been a trick of the light.
"May I buy you another drink?" he asked her, but more alcohol was the last thing she needed so she shook her head no. Somewhere deep inside of her she was berating herself for not talking. She feared he would find her boring or uninterested and she did not want him to leave.
"I'm sorry I'm usually better at this" she managed to say, at last.
"Better at what?" he said.
"Better at holding a conversation" she replied "I don't want you to think I'm…. well, what I mean to say is, I don't want you to…" and again she trailed off, unable to say what she meant. He reached across the table and took her hand, running his thumb over her skin softly and sensually.
"You don't want me to what?"
"Leave!" she blurted. "I don't want you to leave" She looked down, embarrassed. He still had her hand in his and his grip tightened until she looked up again. He was smiling, not the half-smile that said he was amused, but a full smile that made his eyes sparkle, even in the dark.
"When I leave here it will be with you" he said. Oh that accent was driving her wild. She wanted to kiss him so badly she almost forgot where she was. She started to lean towards him before catching herself. They chatted for a while, small talk that she forgot immediately. All she could think about was being alone with him. After some time, he finally said;
"Shall we go?" It wasn't really a question, there was no way she was going to say no and he knew it. Who was this guy and how did he have such power over her when they had just met? He kept his hand on the small of her back as they left. She could feel his touch through her clothes. He was cold but it felt good against her flesh. She wanted him bad.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"That's up to you" he said as he steered her towards his car.
It was low and sleek, some sort of sports car and she was suitably impressed. It was expensive and she wondered what he did to be able to afford it. The soft leather seat seemed to envelope her as she got in and she ran her hands over it near her thighs. He got in and before she could speak, before she could even think, he leaned over and kissed her. A hot, passionate kiss that left her breathless. His hands were in her hair and he pulled her close as his tongue parted her lips and entwined with hers. It seemed to go on forever but it was really only a few seconds. He pulled back and looked at her. She was panting slightly and her face was flushed. He lips still parted slightly, she looked sexy as hell, though she didn't know it. She wanted him to kiss her again but instead he slid his hand down her body, over her breasts and belly and slowly slipped under the waistband of her pants. She gasped and her eyes widened. Never in all her life had she felt a touch like that. He ran his fingers over her mound so softly she barely felt it, and yet it made her break out in goosebumps all over her body.
He smiled as he watched her. "Where shall we go" He said, taking his hand from her pants and gently cupping her breast instead. He ran his thumb over her nipple and it hardened under his touch. She closed her eyes and mumbled her address, it was hard to concentrate when her body was on fire. He took his hands from her to drive and she made a small noise in the back of her throat. He drove fast and she did something she had never done before. She reached over and ran her hands over the bulge in his pants and then she unzipped them. Taking his member in her hand she gripped it firmly and rubbed, up and down, over and over…smiling as she felt him harden. A secret thrill went through her knowing that he was hard for her, that she was the one to make him hot.
They parked and went to the elevator. When it came they got in and as soon as the doors closed he started to kiss her, running his hands over every inch that he could reach and every place he touched made her want him more. She was incredibly turned on; her ex-husband had never made her feel the things she was feeling. They finally got into her apartment and she had barely closed the door before his hands were at her waistband again. This time it was to undo them and slide them off. She was wearing purple silk panties with black lace trim, her sexiest ones. He slowly slid them down her thighs, kneeling as he pushed them down. He looked up at her, his smoldering gaze held her mesmerized. The red in his eyes was definitely more pronounced but she couldn't think about that when his tongue snaked out and licked her. Just once, long and slow. He flicked the end of it up in a quick motion that made her gasp and then he stood.
He leaned in and kissed her. Softly at first but then more insistent. His hands were on her shoulders but as he pressed her back against the wall they slid slowly down her arms, finally grabbing her hands and twining his fingers in hers. He brought her arms above her head and held them there as he pressed his muscled body against her. She could feel him getting hard and she moaned softly against his firm lips. In one quick motion he flipped her around so now her cheek was pressed against the wall. He brought her hands down behind her back, still holding them firmly as he leaned in, his tongue tickled the back of her neck and she shivered.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel me? Can you feel how hard I am; how much I want you?" He whispered it right into her ear as he rubbed his rock hard member on her buttocks. He had a tight grip on her arms with one hand, the other slowly ran down over her hip and thigh, and then he reached around. She spread her legs, not even knowing she was doing it and he ran a finger lightly over her labia, sending lightening bolts of pleasure through her. The sensation of his cold hands on her heated skin made her moan again and she spread her legs wider, wanting more…wanting him inside her. He licked her earlobe as he ran his fingers over her again, just as softly as before, the barest tip of his finger parting the soft skin. When he touched her clit she gasped and tried to thrust her pelvis forward; but he was quicker and pulled his hand away.
"Please" she whispered. He chuckled.
"When you're ready" he said. And suddenly he was gone.
She stood there for a moment, waiting for his touch. When it didn't come she turned to look but there was no one there. She made a sound of longing. He had made her feel things she'd never felt before, her nipples were hard and tingling and she was so wet. She reached down and rubbed her clit, barely touching it before exploding into orgasm. She slid down the wall as her body shook with pleasure and release. When she felt she could walk again, she stood up and looked around for her underwear. Scooping up the bit of silk and lace, she headed to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. Her mind repeatedly returned to the mysterious man with the cold touch.
The next day she felt like she was in a dream. Everything would go normally and then without warning she would flash to his hands, his eyes, the cool touch of his skin on hers. She could barely concentrate. She went back to the lounge that night; and the next and the next. For an entire week she returned to the place she met him, hoping that he would be there again. But he never showed up. She had gone there that night with the intent of meeting someone she could have sex with and never see again, and instead she had met someone she didn't technically sleep with and all she wanted was to see him again. She spent the next couple of nights at her apartment, lounging around in her comfortable clothes and mindlessly staring at the television.
When the weekend arrived her friend Samantha showed up at her door.
"That's enough self-pity. You are going to get showered and dressed and we are going out" she said by way of greeting.
"Go out where?" Charlotte asked, secretly hoping it would be the same place she had met Stefan.
"There's a new club over on 11th" Sam said "Go put on your tightest dress and let's find you a man!"
The only man Charlotte wanted had disappeared but explaining that to Samantha was not something she was interested in. That in itself was odd, usually talking about these kinds of things with your friends was just instinctive, but she wanted to keep Stefan all to herself. There was just no way to explain how she felt when she wasn't even sure herself.
And so she got ready and they called a taxi. When they got to the club it was jumping. There was a line-up but Samantha went out a lot and she knew the bouncers so they were let in right away. After making their way through the crowd to the bar, they ordered drinks and then Charlotte looked around for a corner to back herself into. She loved Samantha dearly but she had been out with her before. When Sam said 'let's find you a man' what she really meant was 'lets find me a man…or a woman…or both'. She was one of those girls you see that you instantly want to hate. Tall, blonde and thin - she was absolutely gorgeous and everywhere she went she was usually surrounded by guys. Sex was sex as far as she was concerned and she didn't seem to care about gender…or numbers. Charlotte had seen her leave with more than one person before. There were a lot of people who didn't like Samantha and her lifestyle but Charlotte could look past all that. Sam had a good heart and that was all she cared about.
She found a quieter spot along the wall and stood there, drink in hand and watching the amusing dance that people in clubs like this did. Despite their demeanor and bragging about scoring, everyone here secretly wanted the same thing…. love. Deep down everyone just wanted to be held and to feel safe. When you find the person that makes you feel those things then everything else seems to fall into place. When she had met the man she eventually married that was what she was looking for, and he fit the criteria perfectly. He was strong and determined and loving and she tried so hard to be content, but something just wasn't quite right. She had talked herself into falling for him because all of her friends had gotten married and started families and wondered why she hadn't too. She loved him but wasn't in love with him and so she left before it was too late for him to find someone that he could make a life with. It made her look like the bad guy but she didn't care. He deserved to be happy and she knew she wasn't the right person.
She sighed and shook her head to rid it of thoughts of the past and turned her attention back to Sam. People called her names a lot, slut was the most popular, but Charlotte knew that Sam was just a free spirit. She wasn't hung up on what society thought and just did her own thing. It was great as far as Charlotte was concerned. Several people brushed past her as she watched the room. It took her a few moments to realize that the last person to squeeze behind her was still there. She would have caught the scent sooner if there hadn't been so much perfume and cologne in the air but a momentary swirl of clean air let her smell him. She caught her breath and before she could turn, he was pressed up against her.
"Hello Charlotte" he whispered as he nibbled at her earlobe.
"Stefan" she said as a shiver ran over her.
"I've been watching you" he whispered as his hands circled her waist, pulling her closer. His tongue danced across the soft skin of her neck and she suppressed a moan as she leaned her head back on his shoulder. One touch from him and she forgot where she was, the crowd of people she had been watching suddenly seemed like they weren't there. She stayed like that until Samantha suddenly came into view. The illusion dropped and her brain managed to start working again. Sam was giving Stefan the side-eye, trying to determine if he was safe. He still had his arm circling her waist as he introduced himself to Samantha. His charm was lost on her though and she made a joke about girls being unable to pee alone as she pulled Charlotte from his grasp. She started to push her towards the bathroom but Charlotte stopped and turned to Stefan.
"Please don't leave" she said.
"I'm not going anywhere" he replied as Sam tugged on her arm. Would he be there when she returned?
They made their way through the crowd and Sam gave her a gentle push through the door as Charlotte attempted to turn and see if he was still there.
"Alright, spill" Sam said when the door shut. "Who is this guy? Do you know him?"
"I met him a while ago" Charlotte replied
"Met him where? And how come I've never heard of him?"
"I went out for a drink by myself, he was there and we got to talking"
"Just talking?" Sam asked. She raised an eyebrow and looked at her friend, waiting for an explanation.
"Well…" Charlotte said, unable to continue. It was strange, how much she felt like she needed to keep this a secret.
"I don't trust him" Sam said suddenly. Charlotte was taken aback by that.
"What do mean? You don't even know him" Charlotte said.
"Neither do you. Look Charlotte, I love you to pieces you know that, but when it comes to certain things you are kind of naïve"
"Like sex?" Charlotte replied. "C'mon Sam. I've watched you pick up total strangers for years. Why is it okay for you and not for me?"
"My radar is better. This guy seems kind of…"
"Kind of what?" Charlotte said. She was starting to be annoyed with this whole conversation.
"Kind of dangerous" Sam looked at her friend, the concern clearly showing in her eyes.
"Exactly" Charlotte replied with a smile. "Not to mention a bit unpredictable. Now if you don't mind I want to get back to the table before he disappears again"
Samantha sighed. She was concerned but she had never seen her friend like this before. It was nice to see her excited about something, or rather someone.
"Alright, but we are not done talking about this. Tomorrow you and I are having lunch and I want every single detail"
"I promise" Charlotte said with a bright smile. They hugged and then she hustled out the door, almost running as she peered through the crowd. Her heart thumping in her chest in fear that he would be gone, but he was right where she left him. She smiled as she reached him and he returned it. She was hoping he would ask her to leave but he only ordered her another drink and stood behind her, him arm circling her waist again. She was confused but too shy to say anything and so she merely stood with him as he watched the people. She did the same and her gaze came to rest on Samantha, who seemed to have picked her conquest for the evening and was sitting at the bar flirting with him.
The second Charlotte was distracted enough to relax, Stefan started to move his hand from her waist to the small of her back. Slowly and relaxed, as if he were merely shifting positions, he moved it down over her ass, squeezing it before slipping it under the hem of her dress. Anyone that looked at them simply saw a couple standing together.
"Don't move" he said as his fingers slipped under her panties and pulled them to the side. He ran his fingers over her again and again, barely touching her each time until she couldn't stand it anymore. She shifted her feet as subtly as she could, trying to open herself to him without making it obvious but there was no fooling him. As soon as he felt her muscles tighten his hand stopped and he leaned in.
"I said don't move" he spoke directly into her ear and the commanding tone of his voice made her freeze in place. She wrapped her hand around her drink and gripped it as tight as she could. She stared straight ahead again, hoping he would continue but he removed his hand and settled it back on her waist and watched the crowd, just like nothing happened. She wondered if she had blown it completely, and just as she decided she probably had, he moved his hand, again so quick she didn't have time to acknowledge it, he reached down beneath her dress and ran a finger over her mound. She was wet, she had been wet since she heard his voice in her ear. He only did it once and then he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it, his eyes boring into hers as he did so.
"You taste delicious" He said and then once again turned away as if nothing had happened. They stayed at the club for the next two hours and the rest of the night was a blur of him touching her just enough to keep her on the edge, then pulling back. Reaching under her dress when no one was looking, "accidently" brushing his hand over her breasts, occasionally nuzzling her neck when she wasn't expecting it. Every touch, every second she got more and more excited so that by the time he asked her if she was ready to leave, she would have jumped him right there in the club in front of everyone.
She waved at Sam as they headed to the door to let her know she was leaving. Sam made the "call me" gesture as they left and she nodded. Stefan kept his hand on her back as he guided her out to the parking lot. The dive to her place was exactly like in the club. He kept reaching over and running his hand over her leg, sliding it up toward her thigh then stopping just short of touching her wetness. He had her so wound up that the drive seemed to take hours. When they reached her place he once again acted as if they were nothing but a couple on a date. He walked with her through the lobby of the apartment and they waited in silence for the elevator. Thank god there were only six floors and the ride up was quick. They entered the apartment and he closed the door. And then he was on her so fast she didn't have time to think.
He pinned her against the wall, kissing her so hard he bruised her lips. His tongue danced around hers as he lifted her dress and tore off her panties. And then he was inside her in one quick hard thrust and she gasped as she felt him finally. He was wild, like an animal as he pounded her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around him and reveled in the waves of pleasure that coursed through her with each thrust. He had teased her for so long that it only took a few minutes before she screamed with release as an orgasm more intense than she had ever felt before shot through her. Her body quivered as wave after wave of bliss coursed through her. He must have been just as turned on because it wasn't long before he let out a growl and exploded inside of her. They stayed like that for a few moments, her legs slowly losing their grip from around him. He was still inside of her and still hard. Somehow they made it to the bedroom, though she had no recollection of walking there. And within minutes he was ready again. He took her over and over that night. She lost count of how many times she came. They talked in between. She was enchanted by his voice and even though he didn't really reveal much about himself by the time morning came she knew she was falling for him.
And that was where the true danger was. Could she stop herself from feeling something for him? She didn't know how he felt about her other than he seemed to be enjoying the sex. She closed her eyes and fell asleep as he held her and when she woke a while later, he was gone. In the light of day, she had to wonder if she was doing the right thing. Oh but the way he made her feel was too wonderful to be denied. To hell with it, she was going to run with this as long as she could. Provided he came back.
…to be continued