The dim lights of the crowded bar cast a hazy glow over the wooden counter where Elena sat, nursing a gin and tonic. She was in town for a conference, far from her routine life, and tonight she craved something reckless. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her fitted black dress hugged her curves just enough to turn heads without trying too hard.
Across the room, Marcus spotted her immediately. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a day's stubble shadowing his jaw, he was a sales rep passing through on business. No strings, no expectations—that's how he liked his nights. He grabbed his whiskey and made his way over, sliding onto the stool next to hers.
"Rough day?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a spark through her.
Elena glanced up, meeting his gaze. There was something magnetic about him, a quiet confidence that made her pulse quicken. "Something like that. You look like you could use a distraction too."
They talked easily—nothing deep, just surface-level banter about the city, the drinks, the boredom of travel. But the air between them thickened with unspoken heat. His knee brushed hers under the bar, accidental at first, then deliberate. She didn't pull away. When he suggested they get out of there, she nodded, her heart racing.
They stumbled into his hotel room two blocks away, the door barely clicking shut before his hands were on her waist, pulling her close. Elena pressed against him, feeling the hard lines of his body through his shirt. She tilted her head up, and he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth with urgent need.
Marcus backed her toward the bed, his fingers digging into her hips as he deepened the kiss. She tasted the whiskey on him, sharp and intoxicating. Her hands roamed up his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, fumbling motions until she could push it off his shoulders. His skin was warm, muscles flexing under her touch as she traced the ridges of his abs.
He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Elena gasped, arching into him, her fingers threading through his short hair. "God, yes," she whispered, her voice breathy.
With a growl, Marcus spun her around, unzipping her dress in one swift pull. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in black lace panties and a matching bra. He pressed against her back, his erection straining against his pants, rubbing against her ass. His hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts through the lace, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until she moaned.
"You're so fucking hot," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He unclasped her bra, letting it fall away, and spun her back to face him. Elena's cheeks flushed as his eyes devoured her bare chest, her full breasts rising and falling with each quick breath.
She reached for his belt, yanking it open and shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Elena wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly from base to head, feeling it throb in her grip. Marcus hissed, his hips bucking forward.
He pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her and hooking his fingers into her panties. He dragged them down her legs, tossing them aside. Spreading her thighs, he settled between them, his mouth finding her inner thigh. He kissed and licked his way up, teasing the sensitive skin until he reached her pussy.
Elena's breath hitched as his tongue flicked over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He lapped at her folds, tasting her wetness, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open. She was soaked already, her arousal coating his lips as he sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
"Oh fuck," she cried out, her fingers clutching the sheets. He slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made her walls clench. He pumped them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit, building the pressure until her hips rocked against his face.
Marcus didn't let up, devouring her like he was starved. Elena's moans grew louder, her body tensing as the orgasm crashed over her. She came hard, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth. He licked her through it, drawing out every shudder until she went limp, panting.
But he wasn't done. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he rose up, positioning his cock at her entrance. Elena looked up at him, eyes dark with lust, and nodded. "Fuck me," she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He thrust in with one hard push, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight heat. They both groaned at the sensation—her pussy stretching around his thick length, gripping him like a vice. Marcus pulled back slowly, then slammed in again, setting a relentless pace. The bed creaked under them as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each deep stroke.
Elena met his thrusts, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails. She clenched her inner muscles around him, making him curse under his breath. "So tight," he grunted, leaning down to suck on her nipple, biting gently as he drove harder.
Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filling with the wet sounds of skin on skin and their ragged breaths. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, changing the angle to hit deeper, his cock rubbing against her g-spot with every plunge. Elena's second orgasm built fast, coiling tight in her core.
"I'm gonna come," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair.
"Come on my cock," he ordered, his thrusts turning erratic. She shattered around him, her pussy spasming, milking him as waves of ecstasy ripped through her. The tightness pushed him over the edge. Marcus thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot cum flooding her insides in thick spurts.
He collapsed onto her, both of them breathing heavily, bodies tangled and spent. For a moment, they lay there, the afterglow wrapping around them like a blanket. No names exchanged beyond first ones, no promises made. Just the raw, satisfying heat of strangers who found exactly what they needed in the night.
As dawn crept in, Elena slipped out of bed, dressing quietly. Marcus stirred but didn't wake. She left with a smile, the ache between her thighs a delicious reminder of their encounter.
