Deepest Mark (An Obsession Born In One Night)

Liora Kane had not planned on losing her mind tonight.

She had only planned to enjoy lively music and drown herself in drinks and just have a fun time with her friends. The club pulsed around her… deep bass vibrating through the soles of her heels, bodies moving in the low crimson light, the air was thick with perfume, sweat, and expensive liquor.

Beside her, her two closest friends, Sofia and Nora, were already halfway to drunk and fully committed to the night

Sofia, all dark curls and sharp red lips, leaned across the high-top table and shouted over the music, “Liora, stop looking like you’re calculating the exact number of calories in that cocktail and just drink the damn thing”

Nora laughed, tossing her long blonde hair over one shoulder. “She’s been nursing that same drink for over ten minutes. At this rate we’ll still be sober when the sun comes up”

Liora rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. The tequila was already warming her blood, loosening the tight coil of stress she felt and making her feel lighter. She lifted the glass, drained what was left, and set it down with a decisive clink

“Happy?” she asked

“Almost,” Sofia said. Then she looked around “Now we need refills. And possibly something taller and more muscular than us to look at while we drink them”

As if the universe had been eavesdropping, three men appeared at the edge of their table.

The tallest of them was broad-shouldered, had an easy grin, with dark hair falling into his eyes, spoke as they reached their table

“Evening, ladies. You three look like you’re having more fun than anyone else in this place. Mind if we join before the night gets boring?”

Sofia’s smile turned wicked. “Depends. Do you have names, or are we just supposed to call you Tall, Dark, and Hoping?”

He laughed. “I’m Jace. This is Leo,” he nodded to the leaner man with the sharp jaw and rolled sleeves, “and that’s Ken”

Ken gave a quiet, almost shy smile and lifted two fingers in greeting

Liora felt the familiar spark of interest move through the group. She was not looking for anything serious… none of them were… but the flirting was part of the ritual, and there was no harm in flirting with the handsome dude that won't stop staring at her.

Jace’s gaze lingered on her the whole time. “And you are?”

“Liora,” she said simply

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He signaled a passing server without looking away from her “What are we drinking?”

Fresh rounds of drinks arrived… and Conversation rolled naturally.

Leo turned out to be quick with dry jokes; Ken was quiet and shy but he seemed to be more alert than his other friends. Jace kept finding reasons to unnecessarily lean closer to Liora, his voice low enough that she had to tip her head to hear him whisper in her ear… but She let him

The alcohol was doing its work, turning everything blurry. Her skin felt warmer and heer laughter came easier

When Sofia dragged them all onto the dance floor, Liora went willingly, body moving with the beat, hips rolling, arms above her head. Jace’s hand settled at her waist and she didn't mind. In fact she wanted it there

By the time the ninth or even tenth round of shots had disappeared, the room had begun to tilt in the most pleasant way. Liora’s cheeks burned. Her pulse felt louder than the music

She needed a bit of air

She leaned toward Sofia. “I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t let Nora start another round without me”

Sofia waved her off, already laughing at something Leo had said

Liora slipped through the crowd, the bass following her like a second heartbeat. The hallway that led to the restrooms was narrower since people leathered everywhere, and it was lined with black walls and low red sconces.

She was halfway down it when her heel caught on nothing at all and she pitched forward and fell straight into a hard chest

Strong hands caught her upper arms, steadying her instantly.

She caught sight of a red long-sleeve shirt, the fabric fine without even a tiny wrinkle insight. The sleeves were rolled to the forearms. His black trousers were neatly tailored and the shirt tucked in.

She looked up to dark hair, a little longer on top. A jaw that looked carved. Eyes the color of strong whiskey, currently fixed on her with calm, assessing heat

neither of them moved for some time

But then the alcohol in Liora’s blood made her move. She didn’t step back… instead, she stepped into his space all the more. Her palms flattened against the solid wall of his chest.

She felt the steady thump of his heart under her hands, the warmth of his skin through the thin red cotton shirt he wore. And without thinking, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to the side of his neck, just above the collar, Tasting salt and clean skin and something

His breath left him in a quiet rush and his hand tightened on her arms

She kissed him again, under the sharp line of his jaw, then she went lower, dragging her lips along the tendon of his throat. Her tongue flicked out, licking him. One of her hands slid up to the open collar of his shirt and tugged, wanting more skin

His voice was rough when it came, low enough that it vibrated against her mouth.

“very bold huh. You don’t even know my name”

She lifted her head just enough to meet his eyes. Her own felt heavy-lidded, glossy with drink and sudden, sharp want. “Then tell me.”

“Rhys,” he said. “Rhys Alden”

“Liora Kane” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “And I don’t care that I just met you. I want you” she really doesn't know how to explain what she was feeling that moment. All she knows is that she wants this particular man standing in from of her

Something dark and hungry moved behind his eyes. His hands slid from her arms to her waist, then lower, spanning the curve of her hips and he pulled her closer until the hard line of his cock pressed against her lower stomach through their clothes

“You’re drunk” he said, but it didn’t sound like a refusal. It sounded like a warning he was already ignoring

“So are you” she answered, and kissed him.

He pushed her back a little to look into her face “and who told you I am drunk?"

She didn't answer him. Instead she joined her lips with his again

The kiss was nothing soft . It was open-mouthed, deep, and wet. His tongue slid against hers and she moaned into it, the sound swallowed by the music still thudding through the walls

One of his hands fisted in the back of her dress, the other cupped the back of her head, angling her the way he wanted. She felt the exact moment he decided he was going to take everything she was offering

He broke the kiss only long enough to speak against her lips. “I have a private office here.”

“then take me.”

He did

The door closed behind them with a solid click. The room was surprisingly large. The desk was long and brown with two leather couches, the lights coming from the bulbs were low and casting everything in amber

The second the lock engaged, Liora was on him again. She shoved the red shirt up his torso, greedy for skin, and Rhys pulled it the rest of the way off in one smooth motion. His chest was hard, lightly dusted with dark hair that narrowed into a trail disappearing beneath his waistband

She put her mouth on him without hesitation, kissing across the plane of his pecs, licking a slow stripe over one flat nipple, and biting gently at the muscle above his heart

He cursed under his breath and backed her toward the couch

He didn't waste time in getting her naked. He dragged the zipper down, then pushed the fabric off her shoulders and he pulled it off her waste. She was in a black lace bra and matching thong. He looked at her like he was starving

“Fuck, Liora.”

He reached behind her, unhooked the bra, and tossed it aside. Her full soft breasts spilled free, her nipples already tight and dark pink.

Rhys made a low, appreciative sound and bent his head. His mouth closed over one nipple and sucked hard. Liora’s head fell back on a broken moan. He sucked stronger, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to sting

His other hand pinched the other nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until she was arching into him, thighs pressing together against the ache building between them

He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on the other breast while his free hand slid down her stomach, over her navel, and lower. He cupped her through the thin lace of her thong

She was already freaking soaked, the fabric clung to her pussy, outlining every fold. Rhys groaned against her breast and rubbed two fingers firmly over her clit through the lace

“You’re fucking dripping” he murmured against her skin. “All for a stranger you just met in a hallway.”

“Don’t stop please,” she breathed

He shoved the thong aside and slid two thick fingers straight into her cunt. Liora cried out, hips jerking.

He fucked her with them… going slow at first and letting her feel his fingers, then he went in deeper, curling to drag over the swollen spot on her front wall that made her vision spark

His thumb found her clit and rubbed in tight, relentless circles while his fingers worked her pussy. The wet sound of it filled the. room. And Her juice coated his hand, slick and hot.

“Rhys… oh God…”

The thong was ripped down her legs and discarded. Then he dropped to his knees. He pushed her thighs wide, draped one over his shoulder, and put his mouth on her.

He licked a broad, flat stroke from her entrance all the way up to her clit, then sealed his lips around the swollen bud and sucked.

Liora’s hands flew to his hair and her hips rolled against his face. He ate her like he had been waiting for the taste of her all his life. His tongue spearing into her pussy, then dragging back up to circle her clit, then sucking again until her thighs trembled.

Every time she got close he slowed, licked softer, blew cool air over her wet folds just to hear her whimper. Then he went back in harder, with his two fingers thrusting deep again while his tongue worked her clit without mercy

She came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head, her juice flooding his mouth and chin. He kept licking her through it until the last aftershock left her shaking

Only then did he stand

His belt was already open. He shoved his trousers and underwear down far enough to free his thick, long and heavily veined cock.

The head was flushed dark and already shiny with precum. Liora reached for him without thinking, wrapping her fingers around the heavy shaft and stroking from base to tip. He was so hard it must have hurt. She squeezed, then slid her thumb over the leaking slit, spreading the wetness

Rhys’s jaw clenched. “such a bad girl you are. Open those legs for me. Now”

She did. He followed, kneeling between her spread thighs, and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juice.

He started to push in but was met with some kind of resistance. Although she was dripping wet, she was so fucking tight.

When he finally pushed in, it was one long, relentless thrust that filled her completely.

The stretch was painful and burned

She yelped

But why does this pain feel so good?.

Liora was someone who hated pain in any form. She had very low tolerance for pain. She hated aggressive or painful sex. But this… this feels surprisingly good. She felt every inch, every ridge, the heavy press of his balls against her ass when he bottomed out

They both groaned

He started moving with deep, powerful strokes that shoved her up the couch with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room

Liora’s nails dug into his shoulders. She could feel her own slickness running down her butt hole, feel the way her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock every time he dragged over her G-spot

“hmm… Harder” she gasped

He gave it to her. One hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her thigh and pushing it higher so he could fuck her deeper. His hips snapped

The sound was filthy… wet, rhythmic, obscene. Sweat slicked both their bodies.

Liora’s breasts bounced with every thrust, tempting Rhys to lean down and sucked one nipple back into his mouth without breaking rhythm, teeth grazing, tongue lashing.

She came again, her cunt spasming around his cock, a fresh rush of juice coating him. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, the head of his cock battering that perfect spot inside her until she was sobbing with overstimulation and still begging for more

When he finally came it was with a low, guttural curse. He buried himself to the hilt and pulsed, flooding her with thick, hot spurts of cum. She felt every jet, felt it leaking out around his cock and dripping down onto the leather beneath them. He kept rocking into her through it, milking every last drop until he was spent

They stayed locked together for a long time, breathing hard, hearts slamming. the air smelled like sex and sweat and the faint trace of her perfume

Eventually Rhys eased out. A thick rivulet of his cum and her juice slipped from her well-fucked pussy and trailed down her butt.

He watched it with dark satisfaction and a dark hint covered his face,

He then leaned down and kissed her and then he held his cock that was already coming to life again to her butt hole and rubbed it gently there… widening her leg

He pressed the head to her tight hole and looked at her face like he was asking for a silent permission.

She didn't stop him… but her face had a horrific look

He didn’t stop.

He tried again, pressing the thick, slick head of his cock against her tight, puckered hole with more determination

Liora’s breath caught. She was still dripping and his earlier cum was making everything wet and messy. He pushed slowly, steadily, and the head of his cock began to stretch her open

“wait Rhys…” she gasped, fingers digging into the leather of the couch.

“Breathe” he rasped, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the other reached around to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. “I’ve got you”

The pressure built. Her asshole burned as it slowly yielded, the thick head of his dick forcing its way inside that impossibly tight ring of muscle

She whimpered, high and broken, but she didn’t tell him to stop. She pushed back instead, helping him, and with one more firm thrust the head popped inside.

A soft sound left her lips and he groaned

Rhys held still for a second, buried only halfway, letting her adjust to the thick stretch.

Then he started to feed her more of his cock, inch by inch, until his balls were pressed against her and every last bit of him was buried in her ass

“God, you’re taking my cock so well” he muttered against the back of her neck. “This pussy was made for me”

He pulled back almost all the way, watching the way her hole clung to him, then slammed back in

Liora cried out. The burn had turned into a kind of pressure that made her clit throb and her empty pussy clench around nothing

He fucked her ass with deep, steady strokes, then he increased the pace. The wet slap of his hips against her already red cheeks filled the room. Every thrust shoved her forward on the couch. Her blonde hair stuck to her damp face and her tits swayed with the force of it

He reached down her body, two fingers sliding easily into her soaked cunt while his cock pounded her asshole. The dual sensation made her shake

“Rhys… oh fuck. Stop… don’t stop…”

He fucked her harder, fingers curling against her G-spot while his thick dick stretched her ass open on every stroke. The wet, filthy sounds of it were obscene… her juice dripping down his hand, the slick drag of his cock in and out of her tight hole. He leaned over her and placed open mouthed kisses against her neck, biting down as he drove into her deeper

Liora came for the third time with a broken scream, her whole body locking up. Her asshole clenched hard around his cock, her pussy flooding his fingers.

Soon, he came with a low guttural curse. He buried himself to the hilt in her ass and emptied everything he had left, thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside her.

She felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling he was done

He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand stroking slowly over her clit as the last aftershocks rippled through her. Only when his cock began to soften did he carefully pull out and a thick load of his cum slipped from her stretched, pink hole and ran down on the couch.

Liora’s arms gave out.

Her eyes fluttered closed and Then she was out