SOPHIE

I was heavily drunk but I knew I felt good as his fingers danced down my spine, sending shivers through my body as he unhooked my bra with a gentle touch. I fumbled with his belt, but he caught my hands, his deep voice whispering, "Slow, girl. Savor it." His index finger traced my cheekbone, down to my chin, and I gasped, my body betraying me as I felt my inner go damp. Only his sound of his voice and I was already wet!

He laid me on the soft bed, his breath hot against my neck as he inhaled sharply, taking in my scent. My body trembled beneath him, as if he held the reins, guiding my every move. His touch was a slow burn, a torturous pleasure that left me breathless.

His lips crashed against mine, the sudden intensity sending a shiver down my spine. The taste of cinnamon and a hint of smoke from his cigarettes exploded on my tongue as he devoured me with a passionate kiss. His earlier words, "Savor it," echoed in my mind, a stark contrast to the fervent way he claimed my mouth. His tongue danced with mine, the sensation leaving me breathless and wanting more.

As he broke away from the kiss, I exhaled sharply, my chest heaving with anticipation. His gaze dropped to my exposed breasts, and a sly smirk spread across his face. His hands followed, gently cupping and squeezing them, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "Damn!" I gasped, my voice barely audible. I bit my lip to stifle the moan, but it escaped anyway, betraying my arousal.

I reached for his trousers again, eager to touch him, but he caught my wrists, his grip firm. A frown creased his brow, his eyes flashing with a hint of warning.

"Don't, girl," he growled, his voice low and menacing. I froze, my words caught in my throat. He rose from the bed, his movements fluid and deliberate. As he undressed, I couldn't help but stare at the masterpiece of a man before me. His body was chiseled perfection, every muscle honed to precision. His broad chest, veined arms, and chiseled abs seemed to ripple in the dim light. And then, my gaze fell upon his lower body, and I swallowed hard, my mouth watery. He was enormous.

Transfixed, I watched as he tied his long, dark hair into a ponytail, the gesture both elegant and masculine.

He noticed my gaze lingering on his physique, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips, as if he was amused by my admiration. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my face flush with desire.

"Your turn," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He returned to the bed, his fingers tracing a path up my torso, sending shivers down my spine. As he reached my hips, he gently slid my panties off, his touch setting my skin ablaze. I was consumed by need, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, take me in." My eyes welled up with tears of pleasure, my body trembling with anticipation. He gazed at me with reverence, his eyes burning with desire. "I will," he promised, his voice low and husky. "But first, let me worship your body."

He spread my legs apart, his fingers trailing down to where I was already slick with anticipation. The touch was gentle, but the pressure built steadily as he traced slow, deliberate circles over my most sensitive spot. My breath caught in my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, a wave of pleasure surging through me. My nipples, aching for attention, tingled with a need that only he could satisfy.

"You're already dripping for me," he murmured, his voice tinged with smug satisfaction. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. He pushed two, then three fingers inside me, the stretch and fullness drawing a soft cry from my lips.

"Faster," I gasped, my hips arching to meet his hand. He obliged, his movements quickening, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right. The pleasure was overwhelming, a relentless wave that had me clinging to the sheets, unable to think, barely able to breathe.

And then he was there, filling me completely, the sheer size of him making me gasp. His hands found my swollen breasts, fingers teasing and tugging at my taut nipples as he began to thrust, each motion deep and deliberate, sending me spiraling into bliss.

He kept driving into me, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, while his hands teased and caressed my sensitive nipples. I felt the wave of my climax approaching, but there was a strange, desperate part of me that wanted to hold it back, to make this moment last. He quickened his pace, each movement more urgent than the last, his groans growing louder.

"Ahhh!"

"Ohhh!"

"Holy cow!"

"Don't stop!"

The air was filled with the sounds of passion, the creaking of the bed echoing through the room as we moved in perfect sync. Hard groans and harder moans escaped our lips.

After a while, I felt a rush of warmth inside me as he released, his body tensing with the force of it. He pulled out, his breath ragged, and I thought we might finally take a moment to rest. But then, with a gentle tug, he brought me close again, his mouth latching onto my breasts, sucking hungrily as if starved for me. My lips parted, wet and eager, as I clung to him, an intense desire building inside me. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth and return the pleasure he'd given me.

I pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, my voice low and breathless as I whispered, "Can I?" My eyes, heavy with desire, drifted down to his lower body. He looked at me with a smoldering intensity and murmured, "You can, now."

JULIAN

As I murmured "You can, now." My eyes traced her as she seductively knelt before me, her eyes locking with mine, a look of raw desire in her gaze. My breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around me, warm and firm. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she leaned in, her lips parting just before they touched my skin.

The first contact sent a jolt of pleasure through me, her tongue teasing the tip, the sensation so intense it made my knees weak. I let out a shaky breath, my hands instinctively finding their way to her hair, threading through the silky strands as she took me deeper.

She moved slowly at first, her mouth warm and soft, creating a steady rhythm that drove me wild. Every flick of her tongue, every pull of her lips had me gripping her hair tighter, struggling to stay in control. I could feel every subtle change in pressure, every deliberate motion she made, and it was driving me crazy.

The way she looked up at me while she worked, her eyes full of heat and mischief, sent a rush of desire through me. My body tensed with every motion, each sensation more intense than the last. The warmth of her mouth, the gentle suction, and the way she skillfully teased me brought me closer to the edge with every passing second.

I couldn't help but groan, the sound escaping me as she increased her pace, her mouth sliding up and down my length with an almost desperate urgency. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming every thought, every sense, until all that existed was her—her touch, her heat, the incredible way she made me feel.

I was lost in it, in her, the world fading away until nothing mattered but this moment. My grip on her hair tightened as the pleasure built to a crescendo, and I knew I was close. But she didn't stop, didn't hesitate, as her mouth worked me with increasing pleasure, I felt the pressure building, the signs of my climax nearing. The heat, the suction, the way she was driving me closer to the edge—it was almost too much. I could barely hold on, my breathing ragged, and my hands gripping her hair as I fought to stay in control.

But just as I felt myself about to lose it, the desire to be inside her overwhelmed me. With a shaky breath, I gently but urgently pulled her away, my mind a haze of need. The look in her beautiful green eyes was a mix of surprise and understanding, and without a word, I helped her onto all fours, the sight of her like this igniting something primal within me.

Positioning myself behind her, I could hardly wait another second. With one firm thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, the sudden warmth and tightness surrounding me sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. The change in sensation was electric, so intense it almost made me dizzy.

With a steady grip on her hips, I slowly pushed into her, the sensation of her warmth and tightness overwhelming. I had to fight to keep control as I buried myself inside her, the angle making everything feel deeper, more intense. The way she gasped and pushed back against me only fueled my desire.

I started moving, my thrusts slow at first, savoring the way she tightened around me with each motion. My hands slid up her back, feeling the way her body tensed and relaxed with every movement. When I tangled my fingers in her hair, a shiver ran through me, the connection between us raw and electric.

Her moans drove me on, pushing me to quicken my pace, each thrust more forceful than the last. The sound of our bodies colliding, her gasps, and the way she moved against me—it was intoxicating. My grip on her hips tightened as I lost myself in the rhythm, the sheer intensity of it pushing me closer to the edge.

Every thrust was a battle to hold on, to make this moment last. The way she clenched around me, the look of pure pleasure on her face when she glanced back—it was almost too much. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The world narrowed to just the two of us, the sensation of her body against mine, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming need to make her mine in every possible way.

The tension inside me built again, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel the heat pooling in my core, the overwhelming need to release surging through me once more. My movements became more urgent, driven by that primal desire to let go, but then I noticed her body starting to relax beneath me.

She murmured something, a soft plea for rest, and I slowed my pace, finally pulling out with a reluctant sigh. Her eyes fluttered closed, and within moments, she was asleep, her body exhausted from the intensity of our time together.

As I watched her, my desire slowly regained, I shifted beside her, propping myself up on one elbow, taking in her face in the dim light. Her breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept.

I reached out, my fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. Her eyelashes, long and delicate, fluttered slightly in her sleep, casting faint shadows on her cheeks. I couldn't help but let my gaze linger on her lips—soft, slightly parted, still flushed from our passion. They were tempting, inviting, and I had to fight the urge to kiss her again.

The desire to stay, to be close to her as the night faded into dawn, tugged at me, but I knew I couldn't. I had to leave before daybreak.

With a sigh, I reluctantly tore my gaze away and quietly slipped out of bed. As I dressed, I took one last look at her, lying peacefully in the sheets, unaware of the effect she had on me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of notes, placing them gently on the nightstand. It was more than just payment—it was a small token of appreciation for the time we'd shared, though it felt small compared to what she'd given me.

I leaned over her one last time, close enough to catch the faint scent of her skin, and whispered a soft goodbye. Then, without another glance, I slipped out of the room, the door closing quietly behind me as I disappeared from the room, without knowing her name.

THE NEXT DAY

SOPHIE

I woke with a jolt, disoriented and groggy, the remnants of sleep clinging to me. My eyes fluttered open, and I immediately noticed the cool air against my bare skin. My heart raced as I took in the sight of my naked body tangled in the sheets, a sense of confusion washing over me.

"Shit." I groaned inwardly.

Panic set in as I tried to piece together what had happened. My mind was a foggy blur, flashes of the previous night slipping away like sand through my fingers. I knew I must have been in a hotel room, but how I ended up here or who I was with remained a mystery. The disorientation was overwhelming, but I couldn't afford to linger on it.

"It's 7;09am!" I yelled as I realized I had barely enough time to get to my art class at the academy. I scrambled out of bed, the sheets falling away as I hurriedly searched for my clothes.

As I pulled on my jacket, I glanced around the unfamiliar room one last time, feeling a mix of shame and unease. I needed to get out, to get back to some semblance of normalcy. With one final, anxious look at the room, I hurried out, my steps quick and purposeful.

As I stepped out of the hotel and into the chilly morning air, the bright sunlight made me squint. I hailed a taxi and slid into the backseat, quickly unlocking my phone. The screen flooded with messages and missed calls from Elizabeth my roommate and our schoolmates. I dialed Elizabeth's number, and she answered on the first ring.

"Sophie, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you pick up?" Elizabeth's voice was tight with worry and frustration.

I winced, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I'm sorry, Liz. I got drunk at the after-party and...and ended up with someone." The words tasted bitter on my lips.

The taxi driver's eyes flicked towards me in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering a little too long. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.

Elizabeth's tone shifted, her voice now sparkling with excitement. "You got laid? By who? I knew giving you my VIP invitation card would be the right call!"

I rolled my eyes, feeling a pang of regret. "It's not something to celebrate, Liz. I don't even remember who it was." My voice dropped to a whisper. "And I feel awful. I cheated on Ryan, even though he cheated on me first."

The taxi driver's eyes snapped back to the road, but I could sense his curiosity.

"We'll talk when I get home," I said, ending the call.

****

As I walked inside the room. Elizabeth lounged on the couch, sipping coffee in her underwear, her signature relaxed attire. A mischievous grin spread across her face. "Hey, whore!" she teased, clearly amused by my disheveled state. The living room showed signs of a gathering the night before, with scattered cups and snacks.

I collapsed beside her, feeling drained and guilty. "Good morning, Liz," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Elizabeth's expression turned concerned. "What's wrong, girl?"

I hesitated, my voice barely audible. "I cheated on Ryan."

Elizabeth's brow furrowed, and she set her coffee down. "Girl, he cheated first, remember? Don't beat yourself up over it. Spill the tea – what happened?"

"I wasn't joking when I said I can't remember who I was with last night," I admitted, my frown deepening.

Elizabeth's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way! You can't remember?" She set her coffee down, her attention fully on me.

I shook my head, taking a sip of her coffee. "I don't even have a hangover, but my mind's a complete blank. Maybe it's for the best."

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the room, followed by the appearance of a well-built guy, dripping wet from the shower, with a towel tied around his waist. His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine as he greeted Elizabeth with a casual "Hey, mama."

As I stared at his hips. Memories, hazy and fragmented, began to resurface.