A Random One Night Stand

Adeline POV

“We fucking graduated!” Jane screamed, throwing her arms around me as we walked into the hottest club in Manhattan.

I laughed, already feeling light-headed from the pre-game shots we had done in the taxi.

I never drank this much …hell, I barely drank at all …but that night was different. That night was about celebrating four years of business school and finally being free.

“I can’t believe we made it through Professor Chen’s economics class,” I shouted back over the loud music from the club.

“Girl, we deserved to get wasted tonight!” Jane said, grabbing two drinks from a passing server and shoving one into my hands. “To us!”

I swallowed the cocktail in three gulps, the alcohol burned my throat.

The club was packed with beautiful people, wearing designer clothes and perfect hair.

Normally I would have felt out of place, but the alcohol was making everything seem brighter, more exciting.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes landing on the VIP section above us.

There was a very handsome man who was leaning against the railing like he owned the place.

He looked tall, probably six-five, with light skin and silver threading through his hair. He was obviously older than most of the people there …maybe forty …but that just made him more magnetic.

His shirt fit him perfectly, showing off broad shoulders and a body that looked like it had been carved from marble.

I couldn’t stop staring at him. The man was absolutely fucking gorgeous.

“Adeline at least close your mouth ,” Jane laughed, following my gaze. “Oh damn, he is fine. Like, stupid fine.”

“I need another drink,” I announced, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

“You already had three, I think you should slow down!”

“It is a celebration!” I said grabbing another cocktail from a server and drinking it like water. The room spun slightly, but I didn’t care because I felt absolutely amazing.

The gorgeous man upstairs turned towards me, and our eyes met across the crowded club.

Something electric passed between us, and I felt heat flood through my entire body. He was looking at me like I was the only person in the room.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“What?”

“He is looking at me, Jane. That god of a man is actually looking at me.”

I grabbed another drink, swallowing it fast …I know the drink was responsible for the courage I felt this night.

“Slow down, babe,” Jane said, but she was already distracted by some hot guy who offered to buy her drinks.

Within minutes, she had disappeared into the crowd with her new friend, leaving me alone at the bar. The alcohol had made everything fuzzy around the edges, but I felt incredible and fearless which was an absolutely dangerous combination for me but who cared.

I scanned the VIP section, looking for my Greek god, but he had just vanished.

“Shit,” I muttered, finishing another drink. The bartender kept them coming, and I kept drinking them. I had never felt this free in my life.

The dance floor called to me, and I pushed through the crowd, my body moving to the heavy music.

I was spinning around, with my arms in the air, when I stumbled forward. The room tilted dangerously, and I was falling backward when a pair of strong arms caught me.

“Woahhh princess ….Careful there.”

“Thank you”. I said looking up and I nearly stopped breathing.

It was him. The gorgeous man from upstairs was holding me, his face inches from mine, and he looked even more devastating up close.

His dark eyes, perfect bone structure, and lips that made me want to do very bad things.

“You looked like a Greek god,” I blurted out, my mouth filter was completely gone.

He laughed, and the sound went straight through me. “You are very drunk.”

“Very,” I agreed, not caring how that sounded. “But you are still gorgeous.”

Before he could respond, before I could think about what I was doing, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to me, crashing my lips against his.

The kiss was electric. He tasted like expensive scotch, and I melted against him completely. When I finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

“Omg…I’m sorry,” I gasped. “I didn’t usually…..”

“Don’t apologize.”

I tried to step away, to put some distance between us before I did something even more stupid, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. The alcohol had made everything wobbly.

“I should find my friend,” I mumbled, looking around the crowd.

“I think you should probably sit down before you fall down."

“I am fine,” I insisted, then immediately proved him wrong by stumbling again.

That time he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing.

“What are you doing?” I laughed, not protesting as hard as I should have.

“Taking you somewhere you wouldn’t hurt yourself.”

“I liked that plan.”

He carried me through the club, past the velvet ropes and up to the VIP section. Everything was a blur of lights and music and the incredible feeling of being held by that magnificent man.

“Where were we going?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“My suite. It is upstairs.”

I should have said no. Should have demanded he put me down and take me back to find Jane. Instead, I pressed my body closer to him.

“Okay.”

The hotel suite was enormous and elegant, but I barely noticed the décor. All I could see was him, standing in front of me like something out of a fantasy novel.

“You should probably have some water,” he said, moving toward the bar.

“I don’t want water.”

“You are going to feel terrible tomorrow if….”

“I said I didn’t want water.” I said, stepping closer to him, emboldened by the alcohol and the way he was looking at me. “What is your name?”.. I asked drunkenly.

Before he could answer, I grabbed his shirt again and pulled him down for another kiss. That one felt deeper, hungrier, and I felt him respond immediately. His hands settled on my waist, and I pressed against him shamelessly.

“Christ,” he breathed against my lips.

“That wasn’t a name,” I teased.

He started to speak, but I kissed him again before any words could come out. I didn’t want to talk. I definitely didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel that incredible heat between us.

His hands found the zipper of my dress, and I didn’t stop him. The fabric pooled at my feet, and his eyes darkened as they raked over me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

When he lifted me this time, I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively.

The bedroom was dark, but I didn’t need to see. I could feel everything ….his hands on my skin, his mouth on my neck, the desperate way we were pulling at each other’s clothes.

“Are you sure?” he asked when we were both naked, hovering above me on the bed.

“Stop asking questions,” I breathed, pulling him down to me.

I was a panting mess beneath him, my skin felt flushed, my heart was racing. And I had never done this before, but the alcohol fueled my courage, drowning out the nerves I felt.

Heat pooled between my thighs, and my nipples hardened under his gaze.

He lowered his head, I felt his breath over my chest before his mouth closed around one aching nipple.

The sudden wet heat made me gasp, arching up against him. His tongue flicked, then sucked the straining bud, drawing out sounds from me I didn’t know I could make.

One of his hands drifted lower, tracing a slow line over my stomach, across my hip, down to the sensitive skin of my thigh.

Every touch left sparks in its wake, making me shiver with anticipation.

When he gathered my breasts together and took them into his mouth at once, it sent a jolt straight through me.

A helpless moan escaped my mouth, as my legs tightened around him as pressure built inside me. And I was desperate for release.

I was about to push him away, overwhelmed by the sensation I was feeling, when his hand moved lower.

His fingers found my throbbing clit that made me jolt and cry out. Before I could catch my breath, he pressed a finger inside me, filling me in a way that made my body tense and shudder.

His mouth never left my breast, sucking and tugging as though he couldn’t get enough of me.

The combination was too much for me .. I felt pleasure in two places at once, leaving me gasping for air.

When he slid in a second finger, the stretch pulled a broken moan from my throat.

My hips bucked against his hand instinctively, chasing the rhythm he was setting. I couldn’t control it …couldn’t control myself …the pressure was building up so fast it scared me, yet I didn’t want him to stop.

His fingers worked inside me, curling just right, while his thumb pressed insistently against my clit. The rhythm built until I was writhing beneath him, every nerve strung tight, every sound I made raw and desperate.

I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, my head thrown back as the pressure coiled low in my belly, hotter and tighter with every flick of his hand.

“Please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, only that I couldn’t take it much longer.

He growled against my breast, the vibration shooting straight through me, and that was all it took.

The release slammed into me, making me breathless. My thighs clamped around his hand, my body arching as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.

I was powerless against it, gasping, trembling, crying out as he kept moving his fingers, drawing every last drop of sensation from me until I was soaking his hand.

When it finally eased, I collapsed against the sheets, shaking, my chest heaving for air.

He withdrew slowly, his fingers glistening in the low light, and the hunger in his eyes told me he wasn’t anywhere near finished with me.

His eyes locked with mine as he brought them to his mouth, sucking each one clean.

The sight alone made my stomach tighten all over again …watching him taste me, savor me, like I was something he had been starving for.

When he was done, he pressed my thighs apart with firm hands, the first stroke of his tongue was gentle, but it made me cry out, my hips jerking up against him.

“God—more please” The word tore from my throat.

He didn’t stop. His tongue circled, teased, then pressed harder, flicking over the spot that already had me trembling.

My hands fisted in the sheets, then tangled in his hair, holding on as the sensations built higher and higher.

He alternated between slow, languid strokes and sharp, relentless flicks, he covered my pussy with his mouth as he continued to suck until I was gasping, moaning, begging for release.

Every time I thought I was about to cum, he pulled back just enough to keep me on the edge, until I was desperately lost in the rhythm of his mouth.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking.

That was all he needed. The orgasm ripped through me without warning. I cried out, my whole body tightening, thighs trembling as he held me down and kept tasting me until I couldn’t breathe.

When I finally collapsed, spent and shaking, he moved up my body, kissing me deeply so I could taste myself on his lips. My legs parted for him instinctively.

“Now,” I whispered, voice hoarse with desperation.

He positioned himself at my entrance, pausing just long enough to search my eyes.

Then he pushed inside slowly, filling me inch by inch, stretching me until I gasped at the sudden fullness.

“Christ,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine.

The pain melted quickly into heat, pleasure radiating through me as he began to move.

His rhythm was steady and deliberate, each thrust was deeper than the last until I was clinging to him, moaning different names without even realizing what I was doing.

The world narrowed to that moment ….the drag of his body against mine, the sound of his breath, the way he filled me completely.

I met his thrusts, losing myself to the raw, overwhelming rhythm until another climax built, hotter and sharper than before.

When it came, I shattered around him, crying out as waves of pleasure shook me apart.

He followed a heartbeat later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, his body tensing against mine before he collapsed beside me.

For a long time, neither of us spoke. The only sound was our ragged and uneven breathing.

His arm curled around me, pulling me close, and I melted against his chest. I was definitely still drunk but satisfied in a way I had never experienced before.

I closed my eyes, drifting into sleep, until one thought jolted me awake.

I still didn’t know his name.