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SARAH

SIX MONTHS LATER

I t’s a chilly December evening and the club is packed, making it the perfect place for an inconspicuous hookup. The lowlights of the club and the bass from the music vibrates through my body. I drove up to Columbus for the weekend under the guise of a ‘spa weekend’ and my friends were none the wiser. My hotel that I chose for my stay is a block away from the club that I’m at. Honestly it was more for convenience than anything.

I finish my second drink of the night and weave my way back through the crowd and onto the dance floor. The music drowns out attempts at conversation with mid-level guys and thankfully stops any logical thought attempting to run through my mind. This night is about shutting off my mind and having an orgasm or two.

I’m in the middle of the dance floor and my body sways and rolls to the music as sweat begins to form on the back of my neck while my hair tumbles in thick auburn waves around me. What I thought would be a smart choice, the black backless mini dress I’m wearing, unfortunately does little to cool my body off. Sweat sits on the surface of my skin when the song fades and bleeds into another when I feel a presence at my back. My body reactively flinches and then relaxes as I feel the weight of sure hands land on my waist and wrap around to my lower stomach.

The strangers scent of cedar wood and leather cocoons us to where the other scents of Chanel No. 5 and Dior, in the club don't invade us. His body is firm and dwarfs mine from what I can tell. No inch of space is spared as he tentatively pulls my body flush to his. My body grinds into his groin and I hear the hitch in his breath. Good god what is he hiding in his pants? He takes my hand and pulls it up, wrapping it around his neck and my fingers slide up to weave into the hair that’s at the nape and I give the silky strands a tug. His hands roam my body and down to my thighs, trailing up to the hem of my dress and I can’t stop the moan that lets free. I’m thankful for the music being so loud as he and I are the only two who know the effects of what’s taking place.

I feel the heat from his mouth on my neck and my head falls back on his shoulder, rolling to the side to give him better access. His tongue laps out and licks a drop of sweat off my neck. The noise that escapes me spurs him into action and he latches on. Trailing kisses and alternating sucks as our bodies continue to move to the beat of the music. His hands lock me in place to his as our bodies move in a way that’s reserved for the bedroom and his lips trail up before he pulls on my earlobe. My libido goes haywire when he dips his tongue in my ear.

The foreplay has gone on long enough. I turn around and wrap my arm around his neck again, pulling him down for a kiss. No hesitation, no resistance. Just pure lust fuels this kiss. Even in my heels he still towers over me and I feel him lower to my height as our lips connect. A zing that goes far past attraction moves through my body. I choose to blame it on the alcohol and music because I’ve never felt anything like this. Is what pumps through the air vents at Target pumping through the air vents in the club? His hand presses into my lower back and he rises to his full height. I slip my hand into the back pocket of his jeans as my head tips back while he devours me.

We’re no longer dancing.

We’re lost in each other as the magic in the club takes over our senses.

This is what I wanted. This is what I need.

To be devoured and treated like the goal is to make me feel like a first choice.

We dance like this for another song. Front to front. My arms around his neck. His arms around my waist. When he slides his leg between mine, my body stutters. I use the music pumping out of the speakers as a reason for my gyrating on his thigh. Each rub of his jeans against my core has my body reaching higher and higher to the peak. Before I know what’s happening, we’re moving off the dance floor and to a secluded corner of the club. We’re still in view of the other patrons but we have enough privacy to continue what we’re doing. As soon as we’re hidden away, he presses me up against the scratchy felt wall and places his thigh between my legs again. A whimper escapes as he presses firmly against my aching core.

“Is this what you want?” He huskily whispers as his lips find my neck again and he trails his hand back down my thigh to the hem of my dress. A gentle back and forth sweeping of his fingers on my upper leg has my mind short circuiting. Seriously, get it together Sarah!

“Yes.” I pant and shove my fingers through his hair. I pull him back so I can get as good of a look in the dark club as possible. “But not here.”

His hands come up and gently wrap around my wrists that are still locked around the back of his neck. “Do you have a place around here?”

I nod my head and pull my hands from his grasp, leaving our hands linked together. “Mm-hmm. I’m at a hotel a block away.”

“Okay,” he says and pulls me with him as we move out of the hideaway.

I follow close as we wind our way through the gyrating bodies and stop at the coat check before heading outside. He helps me into my coat, making sure to button it up, before slugging his on and together we fall in stride towards the doors, hand-in-hand, and out into the Ohio tundra.

I had thought his appeal would disappear when we left the club. But as I tell him which hotel I’m staying at, his allure amps up when he wraps his arm around my shoulder, shielding me as much as he can from the cold and the spectators loitering on the sidewalk. The walk to the hotel is charged with an undeniable chemistry. One I’ve never felt with any of the guys I attempted to date in college. Or even with Paul. But I force my mind to forget about anyone else as we take a slight turn to where the hotel is located and stroll into the lobby, right towards the elevator. Luckily, we have no wait and the doors open instantly. Hot stranger and I filter into the car and I press the number 8 to take us up to my room.

We both plaster ourselves to opposite sides of the car. And in this light I feel metaphorically knocked on my ass. He’s beautiful. His dark blond hair is tamed, but slightly trussed up from my fingers running through it in the club. And will probably look messier if the way we danced is any sign. I see a peek of ink trailing up his neck and it makes me wonder if he has any more tattoos or if he just decided to tattoo his neck. His dark blue eyes survey me and when our eyes clash a breathtaking smile is almost enough to make me screw the one night stand and ask if he’s looking for a relationship. Which goes against my new rule, but for his smile I would throw out every last rule I had about falling in love.

“What’s your name?” He asks as the elevator car gets closer to my floor.

“Why?” I ask because this isn’t normally what I do when I just need a release.

“Because I need to know whose name I’m going to groan out and you need to know whose name to scream when I make you come over and over.”

Well, shit.

“Are you always this cocky?” I ask and don’t deny that his words did something to me.

His answering smirk is answer enough. Usually, it’s a turnoff. But tonight, when I feel like all he needs to do is brush against my leg, his smirk does the trick.

I cross my legs in a nonchalant way but I can’t deny the way his early statement hits me right in the core. I also don’t miss the way his eyes twinkle at the movement. “Sarah,” I say after a beat. “Yours?”

“Theo,” he tells me.

God, even his name is hot. I open my mouth to say something when the elevator stops on my floor. He steps forward and takes my hand in his to drag me out of the car.

“Left or right?”

“Right. Three doors down.” I say and he drags me in that direction. I manage to fish my room key out of my small purse as we’re walking hurriedly and hand it to him .

Theo swipes the key against the door and when the light turns green we file into my room. As soon as the door closes, we’re flooded in darkness as I didn’t think to turn on the bedside light before I left. But my eyes slowly begin to adjust with the sliver of light filtering through the crack under the door and I see him still leaning against the door. I set my purse on the small table and that sound must wake him up. But I decided I need to be in charge. I move to turn on the small light that’s on the table and when he steps into my space, I hold my hands out and press against his firm chest.

In this dim light he almost looks devilish. Like he’s not so gentlemanly after all and my pussy quivers at the thought. He quirks an eyebrow at me and a smirk lifts on one side revealing a dimple.

“I’m in charge tonight.” I declare and slide my hands down his torso. The clench of his abs as I reach the hem of his shirt and trace the line where his shirt meets his jeans, has me rejoicing that I can make him feel this.

“Oh, really? And what are you going to do to me?” His question comes out in pants as I continue to lightly trace my fingers over his skin.

“I think the question is, what am I not going to do to you?”

His eyebrows raise in surprise at that. One thing I decided to change was my approach with men and hookups in general.

“Hmm.” He starts and shucks his jacket off. “What are you not going to do to me?”

“Well first, let’s get unsexy. Are you clean?”

He nods in quick succession and it’s the most serious I’ve seen him. “Yes. I just got tested last month. I even have the results on my phone if you want to see them.”

I shake my head with a slight smile that he’d go that far to reassure me. He’s been nothing but honest as far as I can tell. “Good. Me too. And I have an IUD. Next, I want you to take off all your clothes and climb on the bed.”

His movements are slow and it’s almost as if he thinks I’m not serious. But when I back away from him and lean against the wall he moves slow, but with each inch of skin revealed he becomes more determined. I watch with my legs crossed tightly over each other as each piece of clothing is removed. My earlier observation that he’s an athlete is confirmed when his pants are shimmied down his legs, revealing muscular thighs, encased in black boxer briefs, that one can only get from the gym and playing competitively. My curiosity over his ink is satisfied when I see intricate designs of tattoos on his legs that move up to his thick thighs and I can only assume that they do in fact cover the majority of his body.

My eyes eventually make it up his body and I see him watching me. Waiting for me to make my first move. I pacify him and slip off my heels. Height-wise, they put me at 5’10” and without them I’m hovering around 5’7”. When Theo stands to his full height, I have to crane my neck further to look at him. Judging by the look in his eyes he likes that.

“Shirt too.” I order and do my best to hold in a moan when he pulls his shirt off from behind him like all of the guys do. My mouth fills with saliva and I swallow it all down as his torso stretches and abs flex with the movement while I count each delicious abdominal muscle. I was right about the tattoos. His body is a full canvas and I doubt he has any room for more ink.

The sound of his shirt hitting the floor with a light thud, sends a thrill through me and I erase the space between us. I don’t know if I can wait anymore. The ache in my core has me ready to combust with each step I took closer to him. My hands land on his heaving chest and I get a closer look at his tattoos. His ink gives nothing away about who he is. Just scripts and quotes mixed with shapes and florals. Not being able to help myself, I lean forward and flick a nipple. The action earns a groan from him. My lips trail across his chest and I rise up on my tiptoes to kiss along his neck. He angles his head and allows me more room to claim his body. I dip my tongue in the spot where his neck meets his chest and kiss over to his Adam’s apple.

I slide a hand down his body, into the waistband of his briefs and my hand lands on his growing cock. My fingers encircle his thick length and I give him a firm tug. I run my thumb over the slick head, coating him in pre-cum as I run my fist up and down his length.

“How quickly can you come just like this?” I ask as I pump him with more precision.

“Pretty quickly,” he groans out through clenched teeth.

He flinches when I lighten to a feather-like touch on his cock. I look down and see his fists clenched and then look up to see his jaw fluttering from the force of keeping himself together.

I lower myself down to my knees, his briefs coming down with me, and take him in my mouth. I skip the buildup, the teasing, and the light touches.

“Jesus Christ.” Theo says and lays his hand on my head. He doesn’t force himself on me and I like that.

I take him to the back of my throat and my nose meets trim pubic hair. I moan around him and move my hand between his thighs to tug on his balls, fondling them while he swears above me. He curls his fingers through my hair and that’s one of the only signs he gives that he’s affected. My hand holds onto his thigh as I bob up and down on his length. I pull off his cock and leave the tip in my mouth, fluttering my tongue over his slit and alternate sucking.

“I’m two seconds from coming. Tell me I can come down your throat,” he begs.

I look up at him, mouth still full with the tip of his cock, and moan around him. His grip in my hair gets tighter and I feel him swell before he goes still and comes down my throat roaring my name. I work him through the rest of his release, not letting his cum seep from between my lips, and only when he’s stopped coming do I slip him out of my mouth with a pop. I kiss my way up his chest and dip my tongue back into the divot at his neck. Licking up the drops of sweat, I reach behind me and pull down the tiny zipper at the bottom of my dress. The straps fall down my arms and I let the material puddle on the floor leaving me bare except for a tiny scrap of lace covering my pussy.

Theo backs up and swears under his breath. My curves are in all the right places; to my ample breasts and hourglass shape. I’m not overly toned in the mid-section as most of my exercise is running and my go-to comfort food is french fries. But I don’t think he cares as evident by his growing-again erection. My fingertips press into my thighs the longer his gaze roams over my body. My deep breathing is almost embarrassing.

He stalks towards me and lifts me up by the back of my legs. Theo lifts me so high that my legs go over his shoulders. He presses me up against the nearest wall putting my laced covered pussy in his face. The heat from his breath has me tightening my thighs around his head and my hands fall into his hair.

Theo looks up at me with an almost too innocent look before hooking his thumb through the useless scrap of material covering me and taking a swipe through my entrance.

“Fuck,” I rasp out. His tongue flicks my clit in fast swipes and my toes curl against his back and my hands tug hard on his hair when he inserts two fingers in my opening. Theo pumps and curls his fingers inside of me while never letting up on flicking my clit with his tongue. “Theo…” My orgasm can’t be coming that fast. He can’t be that skilled.

“Come all over my face, Sarah.”

The bass in his voice vibrates through me and I shoot off like a rocket, moaning his name as he continues to eat me like a man starved. I’m floating. Scratch that, I’m moving. Still on Theo’s shoulders and braced securely with his arms bracketed around me as he walks us to the bed. His hands come up and cradle my back as I’m laid in the center of the bed.

Theo places another open-mouthed kiss on my pussy, pulling down and flinging off the scrap of fabric over his shoulder and sliding his tongue inside my opening, before he kisses up my body. He pays close attention to my aching breasts. Pulling a taut nipple into his mouth with his teeth, then soothing the sting with his tongue and then sucks, sending the signal to where I’m aching for him. I can’t close my legs as he’s cradled between them, so I rub against his lower stomach hoping for any type of friction.

“Your cock. I wanna come on your cock,” I demand, close to hysterical tears from my arousal and the need to come again. How is he this good? It must be a fluke.

“Then put it in,” he tells me while still lapping at my breasts.

I push at his chest and roll him onto his back, following until I’m straddling his hips. My mouth falls to his and our tongues tangle. I moan into his mouth as I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and suck. His answering groan at the sensation is heady. Running my hands up and down his chest, I break the kiss and follow them down. Taking my time to cherish the work of art that is his body until I come face-to-face with his cock.

“You have the prettiest cock.” I tell him and pump his length in my fist again. I hold eye contact with him as I lean down and let a drop of spit fall onto his cock. His legs tense under me as I work my fist over him and watch his eyes go from a deep sea ocean blue to a midnight black.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I bet it would look prettier with my cock inside.”

I rise up on my knees and move back up his body, rubbing the head of his cock through my opening. “Let’s test that theory.”

Theo places his hands on my hips to steady me as I slowly sink down on him. I lift up to coat him in my juices before sliding back down on his length and bottoming out.

His head flies back and the grip on my hips intensifies. “Christ, you fit around me perfectly.” Theo swears when he looks down to see where we’re joined.

“You were right,” I say and finally relax my body to accommodate him, as my hips start to move up and down his length. “My pussy does feel prettier with your cock buried inside of me.”

My hands fall to the headboard and I use that to help me ride Theo like he’s a mechanical bull. With my chest in his face Theo flicks each nipple with the tip of his tongue as it moves past him.

“Your pussy feels even better wrapped around my cock than on my face. But I think it’s time for you to come on my cock. What do you say, Sarah? ”

“Yes,” I pant out. “Play with my clit.” I order as I feel the telltale sign of another orgasm.

“As you wish.” Theo starts rutting up into me as he plays with my clit and my climax flies forward. “God damn, baby,” he grits out. “I feel you fluttering around me.”

“Come inside me.” I demand.

He pauses and looks up at me to make sure I’m sure.

“Do it, Theo. Mark me,” I wail as my orgasm doesn’t seem to end.

Theo flips us without separating and pounds into me. The headboard smacks against the wall and he holds my hips in place as he chases his release. I feel when he does. His cock swells and his strokes get more messy, more wild, as my third orgasm hits with his and he yells out my name. The sound of our cum mixing echoes throughout the room and it lengthens my orgasm. I play with my clit as another orgasm hits me and I throw my head back on a silent scream.

“Fuck, baby.” Theo’s hands fall to the sides of my head while his strokes slow.

I run my hands through his hair. The silky strands are wet with sweat and I can’t ignore that this position is more intimate than it should be for a one night stand. I get the sudden urge to kiss him and start another round while still coming down from this one. But I resist and I think he’s on the same page as I am.

With a kiss to the tip of my nose, Theo pulls out and I wince as I feel the loss of him. He rolls off the bed and I watch his very firm athletic backside move towards the bathroom. I hear the water running in the sink and two seconds later he waltzes back out with a wet washcloth.

I hold my hand out and he shoos it away to clean me up. I’ve never had anyone clean me up after sex and I can’t deny that it does something to me. The intimacy of aftercare should be studied. I watch his face while he cleans me. His mouth is set in a firm line and with his face angled down, I can see the slight tilt to his nose which tells me it’s been broken a time or two and poorly reset.

Theo tosses the towel to the side and moves to pick up his discarded jeans. The notion that he’s leaving shouldn’t have me feeling lost. It’s the orgasm, Sarah. It’ll wear off.

“I assume you didn’t want to cuddle?” Theo asks as he slips his shirt on.

I lift my hips and pull the covers out and sliding under them to give me some sort of barrier. “Nope.”

He smirks and walks over to the bed. Resting a knee next to me, he leans over and lifts my chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “I didn’t think so. Thank you for tonight.” He tells me and presses his lips to mine. His tongue traces the seam of my lips before leaving me breathless and pulling away. With a final kiss to my forehead he backs away from the bed and walks to the door. I’m still left dumbfounded by his parting kiss when I hear the door clank shut.

I fall back on the lone pillow, as the other ones were shoved off the bed, and stare up at the wall. Stumped that, in my quest for a weekend release, I had someone rock my world, if only for one night. Maybe coming to Columbus wasn’t such a bad idea. And if I play my cards right Theo and I will run into each other again.