Smuttily Ever After
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Dialing my parents’ number to check on the girls, I think of how lucky I am to have such great friends. There for me from the beginning, my friends have been a constant support in my life.
My mum finally answers, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Hi Mum. I just called to check in and see how the girls are settling in for you. I know Lena and Joy took care of everything but you know me.” Quietly laughing, she reassures me, “Lia, don’t you worry about a thing. Enjoy your weekend with your friends, you deserve to have some you time. I’m so glad they organized it.”
She sighs, “Lia, I want nothing more than to see you happy, I know you are but you’re still so young my love, don’t you forget that.”
Stunned by her revelation, I am speechless, “Umm, okay.”
Lena and Joy must sense that my cheerful mood is quickly evaporating. Taking matters into their own hands, they turn up the volume, and music blares throughout the car. I quickly tell my mum that I have to go and for her to call me if she needs anything. She laughs, wishes us well and we both hang up.
Well, I have the feeling she is not so innocent in this little getaway.
Now that we’re all settled, Lena and Joy let me know what the weekend will consist of. And honestly, it is going to be amazing. I’ve been so busy taking care of my girls, taking a break from my ‘mummy’ role will do me a world of good. We’ll start with some relaxation and massages at Zeïn Spa in our very posh hotel, then mani-pedis, and they even booked a hair/makeup artist to come to our room and help us get ready for our night out! I just cannot wait.
***
The afternoon has been pure bliss, I feel like a new person. It was truly an out-of-body experience.
And I’m feeling much more like myself. How good it is to indulge in little pleasures like having your hair done. I haven’t had anyone looking after me for so long, I’d forgotten how wonderful it feels.
I truly think that my friends’ intervention was long overdue judging by how pretty, relaxed, and sexy I now feel.
Heading to Revolution, a well-known nightclub in town, our stilettos and short dresses prove we are here to impress. Not that I’m always in my PJs or yoga pants, but still. Tonight, I feel like a princess. A very sexy princess.
Revolution is packed, the music blaring, the bodies on the dance floor undulating and grinding against each other. I feel like we’ve just entered the scene in Dirty Dancing when Baby sees the staff dancing for the first time. Talk about hot.
We head to the bar and order our drinks. It’s not often that I get a night out, so I am adamant about paying for the first round, and that we should try some of the shots and cocktails I’ve read about in the romance books I devour. I choose a tequila shot and a Pussy on Fire. Well, make that three Pussies on Fire seeing how good the first one was and how fast I drank it.
Feeling the buzz, I scan the dance floor and my eyes widen when they lock with those of a gorgeous man across the room. His lips curling to form a devastating smile, he mouths «Wanna dance?» and proceeds to gently thrust his hips toward me. This little act should disgust me, but in my inebriated state, all it does is turn me on and make me giggle like a schoolgirl.
Gathering my courage, my purse and my pussy (Come on, I’m talking about my drink, you perv!) I step slowly toward him. Now that I’m closer, all I can see are his hands. I’ve always had a thing for hands and trust me, his deserve an award, or at least a sex toy replica. They are strong and rugged; surely he must do manual labor. A leather band with an intricate design adorns his right wrist and it’s all I need to fuel the inappropriate thoughts in my head. His face is still partially hidden in the shadows of the club, but I swear his smile makes my heart beat faster.
Feeling brave, I take his offered hand in mine and move to the middle of the dance floor. He smirks and brings me closer to him. I’ve never been one to make the first move. I flirt, I tease, but if someone wants me, he has to work for my attention. But being here, in a city where no one knows me, I get a sense of boldness and embrace my inner goddess with reckless abandon. My hands go to his ass, grabbing it to fully connect our bodies. There’s not one inch of air between us and I can feel him. Oh boy, can I feel him. One of his strong hands is spread on my ass, applying pressure so I can’t move while he grinds the bulge in his pants against my pussy. I swear if he carries on, I might drag him away from the dancefloor and maul him without any care in the world that we’re surrounded by hundreds of people.
Our eyes do not leave each other’s and I know he wants me as much as I want him. The way his breathing changes when I press myself even more forcefully against him is all the proof I need to offer him my mouth. This is an invitation; I softly lick his lips and wait for him to take charge. His whole demeanor changes immediately, I guess he must realize that I am not shy when it comes to sex. I know what I want and I want it now. He lowers his mouth to mine and proceeds to kiss me. No, scratch that, he fucks my mouth with his tongue, in and out, languidly. His hands are in my hair, not to refrain from doing other things with them, but more to assure me his focus is only on giving me pleasure with his kiss. Our mouths are one, our tongues battling, and that alone succeeds in shattering all my reservations. He slowly ends the kiss, but the way he keeps caressing the back of my neck and how he looks me straight in the eyes is the most sensual thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Hi,” I shyly say.
“Hi yourself,” Mr. Panty-Melting-Smile answers. He’s cocky and confident in the way he looks at me. There’s a fire in his eyes, fueled by lust. And that adds butterflies to my tummy. There are no doubts in my mind that I will end the night in his bed. But that can wait. I want to play a little first.
CHAPTER II
I take my mysterious partner’s hand in mine and motion towards the back room. He simply nods, seeming lost in lust-land. Good, I can at least say I have the same power over him that he has over me. Before we reach the room, he backs me up against a wall and plays with the hem of my dress.
“What is it, Beauty? Someone wants to have some fun tonight, uh?”
I hear humor in his voice, but also hope. He doesn’t seem like a player, though they say to never judge a book by its cover, right?
“Yes,” I whisper, playing with the collar of his shirt. “Yes and you look like you could help me make this night memorable.” Maybe my shy little girl act will work tonight.
“Let me get you a drink first, then you can show me how naughty you are.”
Not wanting to wait any longer, I pull him to me, answering his offer with a kiss. Not just a little peck on the lips, but a slow movement of my tongue traveling over his top lip, his bottom one, and finishing by caressing his tongue with mine. I can feel the predator in him wanting to unleash.
Grabbing me by the hips, he stops the kiss and restrains me. His lips are a delicious torture. Starting at the base of my neck, he just blows on the soft skin making his way up to my ear. He licks it, gently biting the lobe, until he hears me pant. My breath is shallow, like I need a deep intake of air to expand my lungs. Every single part of my body feels like it’s shrinking, eagerly awaiting his next move, and anticipating it.
His hand is now pulling on my hair, just enough to give him access to my jaw. He nibbles on me. It seems that he wants to swallow me whole. I recklessly offer my body for him to feast on. I’ve got no shame, no reservations.
My brain is clouded by PURE LUST.
Hell, I don’t even know this man’s name, but it’s not important right now. All that matters is that I need his caress, his breath, his hands and his tongue on my body. His touch is so reverent and yet dirty. I feel like a diamond in his strong hands. I won’t break under his touch, but I’m not sure he’s realized that yet. I like it a little bit rough. Pulling his finger between my lips, I suck on it, biting him hard, letting him know all the dirty things I’d like to do to him. Our bodies start a dance on their own. I don’t even know who’s leading, but I know we’ll both be winners in this game.
One, two long deep breaths later, he starts turning toward the bouncer, when I grip his cock through his jeans and start rubbing it.
Trying to find the sweetest voice I can muster, I shyly excuse our behavior to the bouncer, “Oh God, this is embarrassing. We didn’t know, Sir. We’re leaving.”
The man, probably surprised that we are not making a big deal out of it, turns his back to us and shouts, “I’d better not see you here when I come back in five minutes!”.
My mysterious partner looks down at me questioningly, one of his eyebrows rising.
“You naughty girl, you know what you are? A dirty little minx. Nice act by the way, all sweet when you were being so dirty, rubbing your greedy hands on my cock… But you know what? I think you need a little taste of your own medicine.”
His words might have scared me if it wasn’t for the hint of humor in his eyes. And I love that. I love that he knows he can add a little playfulness in his game, that he understands it won’t scare me, that it will most likely turn me on to no end. We are already attuned to each other. This is crazy.
“Oh come on, you big bad wolf, what are you going to do? Spank me?” I ask, laughing.
“Now you’re talking,” he says chuckling, “but before you interrupted me, using my own body against me no less, I was kindly offering you a drink, remember? So… drinks?”
CHAPTER III
Asher
Say yes, say yes.
I chastise myself for being under her spell. I don’t even know even her name; I just know I noticed her as soon as I looked up from the dance floor.
She was beautiful, but that’s not what made me stare at her for so long. It was her confidence. She was standing tall, a huge smile on her face. She wasn’t looking for anyone in particular or so I hope, but a look from her and I felt like she owned me.
I’ve never met a woman with such charisma.
She’s the kind of woman you want in your bed every night, and in your life every day.
But who am I to know? Yes, she’s funny, sweet, but under all this I can feel a tigress hiding. And I like that. A lot.
I came here with my friends tonight because they didn’t want me to spend the night alone. After a whole month spent with Raphaël during the school holidays, my plan for a Saturday night home alone while he was with my parents, was to watch a movie and clean up the house. Exciting, right?
But it seemed the guys had other plans for me. I must say, it wasn’t too hard to convince me. Who in their right mind loves to clean their house?
So here I am, wondering why I feel such a pull to this beautiful woman when I don’t even know her. But the night is young and I plan to have some answers by the end of it.
“I’d love a drink. But can we just go see my friends first? They must be wondering where I am,” she says in her sweet voice. “They’re over here.”
Oh the motherfuckers. Paul and Louis are shamelessly flirting with her friends. I know my friends love to have a good time, but who would have thought we would meet three friends in this club. Chuckling, I let her know that the guys with her friends are the ones I came here with. Taking my courage in both hands, I offer, “You know, we have a room at The Silver, maybe we could all go there to have a drink. Their bar is open all night… What do you say?”
***
Cécilia
“That, my dear, is a good fucking idea.” I nod and take his hand. My answer must have surprised him, judging by the way his eyebrows rise just as he starts laughing. A real, manly laugh. Swoon….
Lena and Joy are at the bar, chatting with some guys I now know are Mr. Mysterious’ friends.
“Lena, Joy, this is …”
“I’m Ash, nice to meet you ladies. I see you’ve already met Paul and Louis.”
I’m looking at Lena who gives me a ‘I’ve been watching you, you naughty girl’ smile when a tipsy Joy cheerfully slurs, “Oh, of course Ash, your French friends are mes amis maintenant.”
I hear Ash laughing behind me, and trust me when I say, his laugh alone could make my panties disappear. Turning toward him, I look up as he says, “Well, Lena, Joy, I was just asking if you’d like to join us for a drink at The Silver?”
“THE SILVER? Oh Mon Dieu, Ceecee, I’ve always wanted to go there. That’s the best hotel in town! They even say some rooms have their own swimming pools!”
Right. I forgot. Joy thinks she’s fluent in any language when she’s drunk.
“So, what do you think girls, should we head there?”
CHAPTER IV
Cécilia
Joy wasn’t lying when she said that this hotel was luxurious. We’re now in their suite, a three-bedroom suite with a hot tub and a small swimming pool. Of course, they happen to be in the penthouse with a phenomenal rooftop patio. We’re all enjoying a glass of champagne and the beautiful city view.
Ash takes my hand carefully, just caressing the inside of my palm with his fingertips. Bending to whisper in my ear, he says, “I’m trying to be all gentleman, babe, but you should know that I really want to do naughty things to that hot body of yours. Though first, I thought that maybe we could chat and relax a bit by the hot tub. I’d love to get to know you better…”
I decide, for once in my life, I should enjoy the present without thinking of the future. He’s not promising me a wedding or even a tomorrow. He just doesn’t want us to be a meaningless fuck. I could say no, this is just sex, a one-night-stand. I don’t need to know him but I swear, his wink seals the deal.
He stands up and I follow him, knowing my friends are having the time of their lives with Paul and Louis. They seem to be great hosts judging by the laughs.
The hot tub is in a secluded room, with low lights and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. It is magnificent. Huge oval black mirrors hang on the wall behind me and chandeliers adorn the ceiling, their reflection in both the windows and the mirrors giving the room a neo-baroque feel. Next to the tub are two chairs and a small table on which sits a beautiful bouquet of white roses bound by a black ribbon. I don’t know how things escalated so quickly, nor what will happen next. All I know is, as long as I have something so lavish at my disposal, I won’t let the opportunity to have a good time go to waste.
Still in my thoughts, I feel Ash come up behind me and dip his head into the crook of my neck. He breaths in and licks the outline of my jaw, his hands desperately roaming all over my body.
“Ash… babe, is this what you meant when you said you wanted to get to know me?” I say, giggling.
His answer is not at all what I expect. “Cee, I have no restraint when it comes to you. I swear, I am not the kind of man who picks up women in bars. Call me a prude, but I have my reasons as to why I asked you to join me here to talk. I haven’t been with a woman for so long. I don’t do one-night-stands… Not anymore. But now… with you, here, all for me, I want you so damn much. Your beauty and the way your body seems to be so in tune with mine makes me reconsider things I swore I would never do. I need to have you, to feel you. There’s something telling me this is not a mistake. I don’t know, call it what you want, but I know our meeting was far from accidental.”
This is exactly what I am looking for: a man who wants me; a man who can’t control himself; his need so palpable. At first he tentatively plays with the stretchy fabric that covers my legs, slowly dragging his fingertips over my curves until he hits the soft skin at the junction of my thigh and ass cheek. And the ache between my thighs just grows and grows. I feel hot, needy and desperate for release.
I grab his shirt, bringing him closer to me, licking his throat. I can’t resist biting him. Oh… he loves that. Interesting. I slowly undo his buttons and let my fingers explore the chiseled and ripped man before me. Strong defined shoulders and a chest that invites you to cuddle and maul him at the same time.
A little nail play in his hairy chest gives him the same shudders I experienced earlier. He pushes me against the door and yanks my dress up and over my head. I’m left in my underwear and stilettos. I want to cover myself, but the look in his eyes prevents me from doing it. It’s ferocious, predatory even. There’s this fire inside me and I cannot wait another minute to feel him, see him, touch him.
“Ash…” my voice is hoarse, “take off your clothes. Let me see you. I want to feel you.”
“Someone is in a hurry.” He chuckles but it’s humorless, lust enlacing his words like honey. “Let me get you a drink, the tub is almost ready. I’ll be back in a minute.”
As promised, Ash is back within a few minutes, drinks in hand, wearing only a towel around his waist and a devastating smile on his face. I guess it must be because I’m lying on the chaise lounge by the tub. With very little on. Well, nothing on to be exact. I’m the prey, he’s the predator and the feeling I’m experiencing right now is the most exhilarating one ever. He slowly approaches me, sets the glasses down on the table and bends to kiss my lips.
“Make me yours, Asher.” My bold words are a whisper by his ears.
“Fuck. Stop. Ahhh. Fuck!” He runs his hands through his hair and kneels beside me. “Cecilia, you shatter my resolve. Every time I want to try to behave like a gentleman, you just whisper such dirty things, I swear, you’re trying to kill me… I just can’t resist you.”
“Then don’t,” I say. Standing up, I make him sit where I was. Maybe a little seduction will help him unleash the beast. I start to run my hands from my neck to my breasts, across my stomach towards my legs, but he won’t have it.