Did You Want To Go To My Hotel Room?

Cassie's POV

“I'm sorry, but I hope I'm not ruining anything?” He asked, with a flirty smile, and I slapped myself back to reality. “No,” I slurred, as I looked away from the man, but my hormones were having a field day with the man around. I haven't dated properly in years, which means it has been years since I haven't had sex. Perhaps that was the reason I felt this sudden thirst for this man in front of me.

“Something going on at work? "You look distressed,” he said, but I was too focused watching the way his mouth moved, and I couldn't help but wonder what else they moved on.

“You are good with your fingers,” I blurted, looking at his large fingers that were circling his glass, and I didn't understand why I found his fingers attractive…could it be the liquor?

“Wow! You are checking me out?” He asked, staring intensely at me, and I didn't look away from his gray eyes that were making my pussy sizzle with juice. “Yes, can't I do that? If you might know, I'm crazily curious about you, not just your fingers.” I rasped, gulping my drink, and I didn't know if that was too bold.

I didn't know what was going on with me, but I wasn't just interested in the man's fingers; I wanted to know everything about him while I still wanted us to remain strangers that we met at a bar.

“What did you want to know then? I can tell you anything, but not my name,” he said, and I knitted my eyebrow confused. “Why not your name, then? Are you like a grim reaper?” I teased, and the man chuckled loudly, but I just watched him laugh.

Even his laugh sounded sexy, and I couldn't help wondering why someone was so perfect.

“Grim reaper? That's far-fetched, princess. But I just think it won't be fun if we know each other. I mean, you can tell me your most embarrassing moments, and even if we bumped into each other tomorrow, we are still strangers that don't know each other's names.” He said, and I loved his logic.

“That's fine; I don't need to know your name, and you don't need to know mine.” I pouted, and he urged me to tell him what was wrong at work, while I watched the bartender pass us awkward looks as we got invested in my sob story.

I told him everything about work, and we both cursed my superior, while he joked about how he would have hired me if he had a broadcasting house, and I felt better. I couldn't believe I found such a listener at a bar.

“Thank you, this makes me a bit lightheaded.” I breathed, as I chuckled lightly, while I looked at the man. I felt at peace talking to a stranger, but I couldn't deny the desires I had for the man. I had imagined how good it would be moaning out his name as he pounded into me; apparently I was fucking him in my head when he was cussing out my boss.

“It's nothing, anything to make you feel good.” He breathed, patting my back, and I felt my back on fire with his touch, and I knew I just had to get laid by him. Perhaps this would be my consolation after I lost my job.

“Do you know what else will make me feel better?” I whispered as I shoved my head forward, our lips almost grazing, and I almost leaned in to kiss him, but I resisted. “What?” He asked; his eyes darkened as he gazed at my lips.

“I want you to fuck me.” I breathed, not mincing words, and I saw shock flash through his eyes as he looked at me, but I waited for his reply, which didn't come for a long time, and I felt like a fool.

“I'm sorry, I said nonsense…blame it on the alcohol…” I stuttered, but he cut me off as he placed his finger on my lips.

“Did you want to go to my hotel room?” He asked, and I found myself nodding, but I knew that wasn't an invitation to check the interior of his hotel room.

“Mhmm!” I moaned into the kiss as the man slammed my back against the wall while we engaged in a hot, passionate kiss. Immediately we got to his hotel room, we didn't waste time, as we started kissing. The kiss turned fierce as we both fought dominance with our tongues, and we only disengaged from the kiss as we both caught our breath, panting heavily.

“That was intense.” He breathed with ragged breath as he looked at me, and it was as if I were on fire with his gray eyes on me. “I want you... fuck me, please!” I blurted, without thinking, but I didn't regret it a bit. I wanted him badly.

“I want you too, princess. I have wanted to fuck you the moment you walked into the bar,” he replied, and before I knew it, our lips were locked again, with our hands exploring every part of our bodies, and I couldn't help but smile into the kiss, wondering how the night changes... Today, I quit a job I slaved for, and tonight I would fuck a stranger.

What a day!