Chapter 2 - One night stand

"You're beautiful." He broke the awkward silence in the car.

"Uhm, thanks." I hoped he did not notice how nervous I was.

"What are you and your friends celebrating?"

I couldn't say it was our graduation because he would figure out am just eighteen, so immediately my brain began cooking out a lie, "it was one of my friend's birthday."

"You look young." He turned his face from the road to look at me then quickly looked back on the road.

"That's what people always say." I tried to read the expression on his face but he was so good at hiding anything he felt.

We engaged in small unimportant conversations until we reached a very expensive exquisite hotel.

It seemed like he was really rich. His composure, his car and this hotel was screaming money, I couldn't help but appreciate it.

He came down and opened my door for me. "Thanks."

"Don't mention." He dismissed it and led me to the entrance.

It was like he owned the place, the receptionist did not stop him when we passed her to the elevator, the few workers in uniform stopped to let him pass as a form of respect, I was tempted to ask who he was, ask his name but those information was not important because when am died I won't remember it.

The elevator took us to the last floor and when we walked out, it was coded. He typed in a password and the door opened, revealing a beautiful, luxurious pent house.

It took me a moment to realize I was standing still, "it's okay, you can come in." He noticed I was shocked.

At least I was relieved that I was not making the mistake of following a serial killer from the club or a kidnapper. He must be a really big businessman, I bet if he told me his name it would be familiar but there was no need.

He turned a glass of wine for me, "try this, you will love it." He was being too nice to me.

"Thanks." I tasted the wine and it was blissful.

He poured a little for himself and went to turn on some music. It was a slow and sensual one, no doubt making the atmosphere ready for sex. He was good at it.

"How old are you?" The stranger asked, my face turned as red as a tomato and I swallowed.

"Uhm old enough." I forced a smile, my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it loud in my ears.

"Good." He dropped our glasses on the counter, closed the gap between us, and kissed me. In that beautiful moment, I forgot completely about my suicide mission.

I moaned and he deepened the kiss. His hand wrapped tightly around my waist to pull me closer while his other hand ran through my hair. He trailed kisses over my jawline down my neck and sucked in the sensitive spot between my shoulders and neck and my mouth fell open.

He drew another moan out of me when his hands found my hard nipples and circled them. My mind became hazy with his touches and kisses. A few moments later, he stopped the kiss and went behind me to zip down my dress. Slowly he removed it and took me to the front of his mirror, "fuck, you're beautiful." His dark eyes drank in my naked body like a tasty man given water.

He took me to the bed and laid me down gently. I was tempted to cover myself because this was the first time someone other than my mother was looking at my nakedness, I didn't want him to notice how naive I was.

He stripped and joined me on the bed. "You're so wet and ready for me, let me see what you taste like down there." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He trailed kissed from my lips to my cleavage and went lower until his hot soft tongue licked my clit and I moaned loudly. "Sweet." He smirked and continued the torture.

My finger curled in his hair as he kept feasting on my pussy. When I was close to my orgasm he stopped.

"You can't reach there yet." He licked his lips, his eyes watching me as if he was still starving and wanted more.

"Spread your legs." I don't know why the command in his tone made me feel more turned on than I was.

I did as I was told.

His signature smug smile curled up on his face, "Are you on the pills?" He asked referring to contraceptives.

"Yes." I lied but that was not the issue, the way my voice sounded was foreign. I sounded like a needy whore. The truth is, I don't think someone that is about to commit suicide like me needs contraceptive.

He pulled out a condom but I stopped him. "No need," I assured him.

"Good, I promise am clean." He seemed to like my idea of raw sex.

He kissed me again, this time with more intensity, passion, and warmth. Surprisingly gentle. As he was about to slide into me, he caught the tight look on my face and stopped.

"Don't tell me." His eyes widened.

"Tell you what?" I pretended to be ignorant.

"That you're a virgin."

I swallowed hard and wanted to lie again but he saw through me. As he was about standing up, I pulled him back.

"Please, I need this." I made sure to give him the cute puppy eyes to look convincing.

He stared down at me for a long while, probably thinking if he should go through with it or not.

He sighed but gave me a nod to continue. I kissed him happily and he deepened the kiss.

He took more time turning me on and worshiping my body after finding out I was a virgin before he finally gave in and pushed himself into me.

He was slow and gently, it was bitter sweet and I loved it. I didn't expect it to be this good but he made sure I enjoyed myself. In those moments as he slid in and out of me, I never thought of ending my life in-fact I wished we won't stop.

He rode me to oblivion and back from cloud nine. "So fucking tight!" His breathing was uneven as his movement became unstable too. Then, he cum inside me.

We were both breathing hard until he fell asleep and I made my plans on how to commit suicide in his pant house.