Hot Night With A Stranger

Chapter 003

Aurelia's POV

“Come on, Lia! We're getting late!” Bella shouted from downstairs.

“I’m coming!” I yelled back, grabbing my purse before hurrying down the stairs. 

Bella was already waiting by the door, dressed for the night, her excitement impossible to miss. “Finally!” she exclaimed. 

“I thought you changed your mind.” She laughed. 

“I said I was coming, didn't I?” “Good. Tonight, we're forgetting Asher exists.”

The moment we got into her car, Bella turned the music all the way up and drove onto the highway. She sang loudly along with the song, waving one hand in the air while I laughed at her terrible singing. 

“Bella, please! You're going to make us crash!” 

“Relax! I know what I'm doing.” She screamed the next lyrics even louder, and soon I found myself singing along with her.

The drive to the club was filled with laughter, music, and Bella's endless stories. She kept reminding me that I had spent three years chasing one man and that I needed to remember how to have fun again. By the time we arrived, I had almost forgotten why I had been so miserable earlier.

The club was crowded, the entrance glowing with colorful lights while loud music poured through the doors. Bella stepped out of the car and adjusted her dress before looking at me.

 “Ready?” “Let's go.” 

We walked toward the entrance together, and within seconds, men started turning their heads.

Bella noticed immediately. “See that one?” she whispered, pointing at a handsome man standing near the entrance.

 “He's cute.” I laughed. “You haven't even entered the club.”

 “And?” She walked past him with a playful smile, and when he smiled back, she winked. A few steps later, another man caught her attention. “Okay, that one is even better.”

 I shook my head. “You're impossible.”

Inside, Bella quickly disappeared into the crowd after spotting a group of handsome men. I found a quiet table and sat down, watching her flirt without shame. A waiter came over, and I ordered a drink. I did not come here to think about Asher, so I decided I would drink until my mind stopped bringing him up.

One glass because of it, then three. The music grew louder, the lights blurred together, and my body slowly relaxed. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the drink in my hand. “Goodbye, Asher,” I muttered before finishing it.

Bella returned a while later and stared at the empty glasses in front of me. “Lia, how much have you had?” I counted on my fingers, lost count, and shrugged. 

She laughed. “You're drunk.” “I'm fine.” “Do you want me to find you a man?”

 “No.” 

“A handsome one?”

 “No.” 

“Muscular?” I waved her away. 

“Go enjoy yourself.” She laughed. 

“That's my girl.”

A few minutes later, I suddenly needed the restroom. I stood up, but the floor seemed to move beneath my feet. I grabbed the table for balance and took a deep breath. “Easy, Aurelia.” I followed a sign toward the restroom, but somehow, I ended up in a quieter hallway.

I looked around. “Where is the bathroom?” 

The club was connected to a five-star hotel, and without realizing it, I had wandered into the hotel's room corridor. I walked farther, searching for another sign, when a strange sound caughtt my attention.

Heavy breathing came from one of the rooms, followed by what sounded like someone struggling. One of the doors was slightly open, and my drunken curiosity made me stop. I peeked inside and saw a woman dressed in sexy lingerie trying to get close to a shirtless man.

“Get out!” the man shouted, pushing her away.

The woman stumbled backward, and I quickly looked away. Then I noticed the bathroom door inside the room.

My bladder won the argument in my head.

Without thinking twice, I slipped inside and hurried toward the bathroom. A few minutes later, I stepped out feeling relieved. I washed my hands and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was messy, my cheeks were flushed, and my eyes looked heavy.

“I am never drinking again,” I muttered, staggering backward. 

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and the shirtless man rushed inside, gasping for breath. I turned toward him and froze.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and ridiculously handsome. My eyes traveled down his bare chest before slowly returning to his face. I blinked several times, but he did not disappear.

Oh.

I swallowed and quickly looked away, hoping he had not noticed me staring.

“I was drugged,” he said between breaths. “I don't know what they gave me, but I need to get out of here. I will repay you for helping me.”

I frowned, trying to stand properly. "Drug? Help? Is that an artist name?"

He looked at me as if he was trying to understand whether I was serious. Before either of us could say anything else, his eyes met mine, and the room suddenly felt too quiet.

He stepped closer, and I did not move. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the strange pull between us, but when his lips brushed against mine, I kissed him back.

The kiss quickly deepened, wiping every thought from my mind. Asher disappeared from my thoughts completely. There was no engagement, no heartbreak, only the warmth of his arms around me and the feeling of finally forgetting everything for one night.

His hand settled at my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss grew more heated, and somewhere between one breath and the next, the rest of the night became a blur.

I had no idea who the man was, and I certainly had no idea what I had just gotten myself into.

All I knew was that I had gone to the club to forget Asher. Instead, I met a man who made me feel horny.

My lips pressed firm and warm, tilting my head back with the sheer insistence of the kiss. My tongue swept past my teeth, slow and deliberate, tasting me like I had all the time in the world. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. The room tilted. I stopped thinking about where I was, stopped caring about anything except the heat of my mouth and the way my hand slid up my ribs, palm settling over my breast and pressing soft, testing, the heel of my hand grinding against me until my back arched into my touch.

My calves hit the edge of the mattress. I walked myself backward, never breaking the kiss, and when my shoulders met the duvet, I followed myself down, my weight settling over my hips. I lay sprawled beneath me, chest rising fast, as my fingers found the zipper at my back and dragged it down in one long pull. 

The dress loosened. 

I peeled it off my shoulders, then reached behind me and unclasped my bra with a practiced flick. Cool air rushed across my bare skin for exactly one second before his hands covered my boobs, squeezing, kneading, thumbs dragging across my nipples until they hardened.

What's this?! Why am I getting hotter?! I want more!

"Hmm!" A moan escaped my mouth. 

Then his mouth dropped to my right breast and sucked hard, wet, relentless. I gasped, fingers tangling in my hair. His left hand rolled my other nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to send a jolt straight between my legs. I writhed beneath me. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my underwear, and two digits pushed inside me, slow, curling upward, stroking that spot that made my hips buck off the mattress.

"Fuck!" I choked out.

He withdrew his fingers and moved lower, spreading my thighs apart with both hands. My breath ghosted over my slick heat before his tongue pressed flat against me, dragging upward in one long stroke. He licked into me, slow and thorough, lapping at the wetness gathering there, his mouth working me with a patience that made my thighs tremble. My hand fisted the sheets. 

I was close, so close, when he pulled back, chin glistening, and looked up at me.

"Can I?"

Why the hell is he asking me that right now? He started this; he must finish it!.

Please." My voice came out wrecked, barely above a whisper.

"Please what?"

"Please, fuck me."

He positioned myself between my legs. The first thrust buried him fully inside me, and my mind went white. I cried out, fingernails raking down my back. I set a rhythm, deep and relentless, each stroke grinding against that spot until my vision blurred.

"Fuck! Yeah!!"

I've never felt this way before, even though I had a couple of rounds with Asher; he is too stiff and cold. However, this man treated my boobs like candy; he made me feel his touch in every way, and now I want more of it.

"Give it to me"

"Yes! Right there! "

I shoved my shoulder, rolling him onto his back, and straddled him. I sank onto his cock and rolled my hips, fast, hard, chasing it. My breasts bounced with every movement, and his hands came up to grab them, fingers digging into the flesh, thumbs flicking my nipples as I rode me. My moans tangled together, filling the room, raw and unrestrained.

"Hummmm yeah!" I could hear my moans. I shut my eyes and I increased my pace, riding him like my life depended on him.

"Ouch!"

He spanked my ass, holding my waist tightly as I continued to ride. I don't know when this will stop, but I don't mind riding him forever.