Chapter 4 FOUR

Rory

In a haze of intoxication, I found myself in the arms of my ideal man as we stumbled through the hotel room door. The mere elevator ride up had set my body ablaze, Cole's hands exploring every inch of me as our lips locked in a passionate embrace, like long-lost lovers finding solace in each other's touch. The taste of him was exquisite, and the scent of his cologne kept me enraptured, craving him more than I had anticipated.

His touch was both gentle and commanding as he pulled my arms above my head, his lips trailing along the sensitive curve of my neck. I struggled to keep my legs steady against the wall, his arousal pressing firmly against my stomach, igniting a desire that consumed me. This was bound to be the most exhilarating night of my life.

"Fuck," he muttered, his teeth teasing my hardened nipples. "Your moans are driving me wild. I might not be able to hold back before anyone interrupts us," he confessed in a husky voice, his desperation palpable.

I ran my fingers through his tousled, velvety hair, savoring the sensation as his eager hands found the delicate zipper of my dress. My eyes had been closed, lost in the ecstasy of his worshipful touch and the way he kissed my exposed skin. But in a gasp of air, as I fought to control myself from succumbing to pleasure just from his tantalizing caresses, my eyes fluttered open.

"Holy shit," I exclaimed, freezing in shock at the sight that greeted me in the room. "Are you the president or some foreign prince?" I blurted out, almost derailing the purpose I had for being in this opulent, ridiculously spacious room. But he didn't let my question dampen his enthusiasm. His hands glided down my sides as my dress cascaded into a heap at my feet. His lips trailed a path from the center of my stomach down to my legs, his fingertips delicately tracing the electric trails left by his kisses as they moved along the inside of my thigh, eventually reaching my ankle. Damn, this man knew what he was doing, I thought, leaning against the wall as he meticulously removed each of my heels.

Then, without skipping a beat, he swept me up into his arms, his lips reclaiming mine in a fervent kiss. Our tongues entwined with a passionate hunger as we navigated through a space bigger than my father's entire house. I was fully engaged in the intoxicating taste of his lips, but my eyes couldn't help but take in the grandeur of the baby grand piano we passed by, the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading to an extravagantly large balcony, and the other extravagant items that emphasized the significance of whoever would stay in a room like this. It was impossible to tear my gaze away.

He gently placed me on a nearby bar counter, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between them. In a whirlwind of sensations, my strapless bra was removed, and he began to nibble and suck softly on the sensitive skin of my neck, his fingers skillfully rolling my hardened nipples between them. My head fell back, my legs involuntarily spreading wider as I surrendered to his devouring presence, body and soul. The throbbing ache between my legs intensified, a desperate craving coursing through every fiber of my being. He awakened every dormant pleasure within me, with his touch setting my entire body ablaze.

"As much as I appreciate your seductive allure in that thong," he murmured, his fingers tugging at its sides, "I'm not a fan of it concealing the part of your body that I intend to pleasure until the sun rises." His eyes grew darker, his face even more irresistibly handsome-I didn't think it was possible. An enchanting melody filled the air, capturing the essence of his hotel room. It was then that I saw a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he grinned. He playfully kissed my chin, taking a step back, and the hunger in his gaze as it roamed over my fully exposed body had me on the verge of climaxing purely from his intense gaze alone.

"Give me a moment," he requested, and swiftly made his way towards the grand piano positioned at the center of the extravagant living room. With this brief intermission, my mind began to regain its clarity and functionality. I glanced over to find my torn thong discarded on the counter. How did I miss that? I wondered, contemplating when he managed to remove my underwear without me even noticing. Now that my brain was back in control, I couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable and incredibly foolish, perched naked on a bar counter. I slid off the counter, unsure of what to do next. That's when I noticed him returning with a box of condoms in hand.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, laughing as he placed the box on the countertop. "Until tonight, that butler was nothing but a damn nuisance," he replied, gripping my waist and effortlessly lifting me back onto the counter. "Wine?" he inquired, his eyes softer and filled with humor. "Yeah," I responded, seizing his silver bowtie and preventing him from leaving my bare self on the counter once again. "But I won't be the only one enjoying wine in the nude." He smirked. "Can't help it if I'm better at undressing than you are." He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Get to work," he instructed, taking a step back and raising his arms, granting me full access to undress him. I needed that wine. It had been far too long since I had been sexually active. At least since my mother passed away two years ago. I absorbed the confidence emanating from this man, using it to maintain a steady pace as I slowly peeled away his garments.

Beneath his shirt lay a set of chiseled abs, accentuating his sun-kissed, velvety skin. His muscles were a work of art, the kind that artists strive to create and models work tirelessly to achieve in order to grace the covers of magazines. He was a god, there was no doubt about it. He moistened his lips, his pearly white teeth gently nibbling his bottom lip as he observed my admiration for his perfect physique. He reached for the button of his pants-I was clearly moving too slowly for his liking-yet I swatted his hands away, savoring the sight of the veins on his biceps, prominently lining his arms in a manner that accentuated his unbelievably well-proportioned physique. After his pants fell to the floor, I fought against his erect member, aiming to liberate it from the confines of the boxer briefs he wore. Fuck me now, I thought, my dripping wet entrance instinctively clenching in response to the sight of his impressive nine inches or more. I instinctively dropped to my knees, running my hands along his muscular legs, unable to resist the urge to lick his immaculately groomed testicles. Both of his hands reached forward as he groaned, his member twitching in response to the first time I found a man's testicles to be both sensual and tasteful. "Goddamn," he exhaled. "Suck my cock," he pleaded with me.

Savoring the control I possessed over him, I continued to indulge in the tantalizing power play. He was the one now moaning in pleasure, and I relished in being the one who determined whether or not he would reach climax before having a chance to utilize the box of condoms he had somehow procured. I had no knowledge of who this man truly was, but judging by the opulence of our surroundings, it was evident that he held significant importance. The fact that we were both strangers to each other only heightened the excitement for me. I had no desire to delve any deeper into his identity, and he would only be left questioning whether or not I was a virgin after a prolonged period of abstinence.

I ran my tongue along the underside of his length, capturing the glistening droplets of precum that adorned the tip. He gripped my hair firmly, and before I could even take him fully into my mouth, I could swear I heard a guttural sound escape him, indicating that he had already climaxed. In one swift motion, he withdrew his erection from my throat and, utilizing the impressive strength of his muscles that I had been admiring earlier, Cole lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles, and eagerly welcomed his urgent and passionate kiss. He gently placed me on his bed, his body covering mine, and framed my face with his hands.

"There's no way I'm going to climax before you, Rory," he declared, his mouth fervently locking with mine as his hand descended to my drenched entrance. "You're so wet," he whispered, breaking the kiss and trailing his lips along my breast. Involuntarily, I tightened beneath him as he slid his fingers inside me. He rested his forehead against the center of my chest, skillfully moving his fingers in and out of my neglected and craving core. Each breath he took seemed to synchronize with the rhythmic motions that were gradually loosening the tightness that had persisted within me for far too long.

"You," he huskily exhaled, "are so," another exhale, "tight," he managed to utter as he slid his tongue along the curve of my breast before locking eyes with mine. I attempted to respond to his seductive gaze, but my back arched and my hips involuntarily bucked against him as he skillfully adjusted his fingers, expertly massaging my G-spot.

"Oh my God," I exclaimed, my body convulsing as I climaxed, releasing my pleasure all over his hand with just a few strokes to the elusive spot that my past partners had never been able to locate or explore.

"That's right, Rory," he gasped, his breath ragged. "You're so tight and wet," he exhaled, his voice filled with desire. "Please, tell me you're not a virgin." He chuckled, a mischievous tone lacing his words.

"I think you can easily tell that I haven't been with a man in..." My breath hitched as his thumb began swirling over my sensitive clit. "Oh my God, I'm going to come again."

He smirked, his confidence evident. "Like I said, all night." He sucked on my bottom lip as my body succumbed to yet another wave of intense pleasure.

"And I'm going to fulfill the desires that have been brewing in me ever since I heard your name at that coffee shop."

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the ecstasy that consumed me as this man's touch ignited every nerve in my flesh. My body responded to him as if he were some kind of divine being, a true master of pleasure.

"Your turn," I said, reaching for the box of condoms that had made its way into the room with us. I maneuvered his body to lie on his back, tearing a condom from the box.

He lifted his chin with a sultry grin, his confidence emanating from him. After placing the condom on him, my pussy throbbing with anticipation for his impressive length, I lowered myself onto him. The confident facade he wore quickly faltered, his eyes rolling back, and his hands firmly gripping my waist.

When he reopened his eyes, his expression was ravenous, bordering on dangerous. "Holy hell. Fuck. God. Shit," he chanted, uttering every profanity in his vocabulary as I moved up and down his shaft. His hands found mine, our fingers intertwining.

"You like that?" I raised an eyebrow, meeting the gaze of the captivating god who was now at the mercy of my tightness. He didn't respond with words. Instead, he used his strength to flip me onto my back, keeping my hands pinned beneath his as he thrust harder and faster into me.

"Tell me you can come like this," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency. Just as I reached for my clit, longing to climax alongside him, he abruptly pulled out of me.

"No fucking way, that clit's mine tonight. Turn your ass over," he ordered, his voice filled with commanding desire. "You're coming while I ride that G-spot, angel." He positioned himself behind me, his hand gliding smoothly over my lower back. "Arch that ass into me," he instructed, and I eagerly complied.

"Yes," I screeched in delight as I felt his thickness entering me, spreading me apart, and stimulating my sensitive G-spot. Waves of pleasure washed over me as he skillfully manipulated my clit with his fingers, simultaneously thrusting deeper and harder into me. His other hand caressed my nipple, adding an extra layer of sensory bliss.

He pumped himself with increased intensity, driving himself deeper into me. It felt as though his dick was reaching the depths of my throat with each powerful thrust. His groans grew raspy and breathless, culminating in a loud grunt of pleasure as he gripped the sheets tightly. He continued to move in and out of me, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders with a tender passion. Eventually, he withdrew and flipped me over, his touch gentle as he caressed my breasts and kissed my arm.

As I caught my breath, still consumed by desire, I hoped that he truly meant what he said about indulging in pleasure all night. We had only scratched the surface of the immense satisfaction that I had unknowingly deprived myself of for far too long.

"That was a lovely introduction to what we'll be up to for the rest of the night," he confirmed, aligning with my inner desires.

"Oh?" I smiled, meeting his gaze as his knuckles traced along my jaw. "What's next on your agenda?"

"To fucking marry you so we can do this for the rest of my life," he replied, his smile radiating warmth and affection.

I playfully teased him about the nervousness in his voice when he asked if I was a virgin. He pursed his lips, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You didn't feel like you'd ever been fucked," he remarked.

"That's because it's been too long," I sighed, acknowledging the void that had existed within me.

"Then I am about to take great pleasure in fucking that hot pussy back to life again," he declared with a mischievous grin.

"You think you can handle it?" I giggled, reveling in our playful banter. "It's sort of what I do for a living."

He brushed his finger over my nose, his touch tender and affectionate. "Oh?" I glanced around the opulent room. "I didn't realize a gigolo made this kind of money."

He rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. I could hear the sound of the shower turning on, and soon enough, he returned, bathed in the moonlight that streamed into the room, casting a spotlight on his perfect physique and the impressive member that had surprised me with its ease of acceptance.

"Get your sweet ass in here, angel," he beckoned, pulling me from the bed and effortlessly lifting me over his shoulder. "Round two starts in the shower, and I'm going to savor every drop of your dripping wet pussy."

I met his mouth with urgency and excitement as we entered the spacious shower. "And I'm going to drink every last ounce of cum from your hard cock," I declared, a glint of mischief shining in my eyes.

"Thank fucking God that you spilled that drink on me," he exclaimed, his hands lathering my body with soap. "It's almost as if fate intervened and brought us together like this." I turned towards him, a more serious expression on my face. "Don't get too attached," I cautioned, though a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "It's just one night. We're just strangers indulging in pleasure and reveling in the serendipity that led us to this moment."

He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, contemplating my words. "If it's just one night," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of desire. "Promise me that we won't stop until the sun rises."

"I'm down for that," I replied, my excitement matching his. And so, the night unfolded, with me spending every moment in the arms of the man who had captured my dreams. We engaged in passionate intimacy all over the expanse of that luxurious apartment hotel room, and in the depths of my being, I regretted the decision to sneak away while he slept soundly as the sun peeked through the curtains.

As my Uber drove me away from the opulent hotel, I nervously chewed on my nail, contemplating whether I should have left him my number. I knew deep down that I would never experience such pleasure again. Glancing at the time, I realized I was pushing my luck with my boarding time for the plane. Shit. Well, fate had already weaved our paths together more than once during this wild weekend in San Francisco. Not only had I encountered the most mind-blowing sex of my life, but I had also been unexpectedly rescued by this mysterious man who seemed to appear out of thin air.

It was time for me to refocus and regain my composure. I needed to return home and rejuvenate myself after a night of being worshipped by this extraordinary man. For the first time in far too long, I felt alive again, as if the world held endless possibilities. The dormant passion for my art, the paintings and sculptures that had taken a backseat amidst the grief of losing my mom, ignited within me once more. Yes, it was a one-night stand, but it was also something more. Whether or not he truly meant the words he whispered, I felt a renewed sense of beauty and self-worth.

There was something about this man called Cole, my "angel" throughout our night of passion, that went beyond mere physical pleasure. He had awakened a dormant part of me, a part that had been on autopilot since my mother's passing. Until now, I hadn't realized that I had allowed myself to die alongside her. I would always remember Mr. Gorgeous and the way he strangely served as my savior during this whirlwind weekend.

A part of me yearned to miss my flight and spend the entire day in bed with him, just as he had pleaded before we both succumbed to sleep in each other's embrace, resembling a bride and groom from the day before. But no, I had to keep my head on straight. It was just one night.

The man was clearly a smooth-talking player, and I had no intention of getting myself entangled in some kind of twisted fantasy that went beyond our physical connection. I didn't need a tumultuous relationship; what I needed was to keep moving forward now that I had been jolted back to life. I had shut myself off from the world for far too long, and last night's daring and seductive encounter was my way of diving headfirst back into the vibrant existence I had been missing.