Hidden among witches

Ryder's POV

I didn't want to think. That was the whole point of being here.

This was the first time in a long time that I was somewhere that my father, or my bodyguards, who shadowed me like trained dogs, or the lady I was meant to put a ring on her finger tomorrow, didn’t know of.

Yeah. Tomorrow.

My birthday and my engagement party. The grand double celebration of a life I never got to choose.

My "wife" had been handpicked like she was a business transaction. Pretty. Proper. CEO of the biggest marketing firm in the country... and all wrong for me.

I didn't want to be the CEO's son tonight. Or the future CEO. I just wanted to breathe.

Where else could I blow off some steam if not in a bar filled with loud music and dangerously good drinks?

The smell of the drinks was so compelling I didn't know when I downed three bottles before finding my ass on a barstool.

The place was alive, just as I liked it.

Buzz! Buzz!

My phone vibrated in my pants. I held it up and it was my bodyguard calling me, and I quickly turned it off, as well as my GPS.

"Drinks on me!" I yelled, raising my glass high, and the crowd cheered in approval.

The bar attendant shot me a hard glare, and immediately, I reached for my pocket and gave him my credit card. That was when a smile appeared on his lips.

I took another glass of drink from the bar attendant and finished it in one gulp.

Turning to my right, I saw a man, leaning on a wall with a glass in his hands.

Even with the distance, I couldn't help but notice his enchanting grey eyes and his muscular frame.

He had a sharp jawline, and in that moment, our eyes met and something in me snapped—or rather, clicked.

Without thinking, I started walking toward him... staggering and losing my balance, bumping into people and having drinks spilled on my outfit, but I didn't care.

As I got to where the mysterious man was standing, I didn't know what the hell got into me, and I grabbed him by the collar and placed my lips on his.

The kiss wasn't gentle nor clean. I kissed him so hard I almost bit his lips. But then it felt wrong, and I pulled back, regretting my actions.

"Fuck... I didn't mean to," I mumbled, my heart pounding against my chest. "I should probably leave," I said and turned to leave, but he held me back with a smirk on his face.

"Do you always kiss strangers in bars and apologize after doing that?" He steadied his grey eyes on me, and I almost melted.

"Let's say, only on nights I don't want to exist," I replied, trying to match the energy.

He finished his drink in one gulp and dragged me along. "Come with me."

"Where?" I inquired.

"Anywhere but here. You know any hotels around?"

"Yeah, I own one," I responded.

"Perfect. Now let's go do things other than accidental kisses." His lips stretched into a mysterious grin as he walked out of the bar, his hand still holding mine.

I followed him like a child scared of being left behind as he stopped a cab and asked me to take over.

"Me–Meshely Hotel," I said to the car as we entered it.

The ride to the hotel was a strange one. I fought every nerve, every muscle in my body to keep my hands to myself.

To avoid rubbing my hands on the pants of the man seated beside me.

The grey-eyed man, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. He just kept his eyes out of the window, and I couldn't help but admire how handsome he was.

"We're here," the driver said, and I quickly paid as the two of us headed straight to my room in the hotel.

"Nice place," the grey-eyed man said as he walked in and began to unbutton his shirt.

I didn't know what was happening, or better, I was too drunk to understand what was going on.

All I could do was make sure the door was locked and no one would walk in on us.

Realizing I wasn't ready to take the lead, he walked up to me and began to help me unbutton my clothes.

I was afraid at first. I was about to have sex with someone I didn't know. It could be a reporter, for crying out—

His fingers grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine and burying the thought I had in mind. Before I could tell what was going on, his lips had met mine.

It started off gentle, not like the one at the bar.

I felt his hands around my neck as he began to kiss me deeply, his tongue teasing mine, his teeth playing with my upper lip.

He kissed my cheeks, licked my neck, nibbled the skin at my shoulder blades, and in no time, he pushed me to the bed.

He took off his shirt completely and stayed above me, his knees on the two sides of my thighs.

His tongue trailed down to my nipples, and then he kissed them and flicked his tongue over the tip.

I nearly lost it. I didn’t know that it was my weak spot until that moment.

"Oh, yeah, I love that," I moaned as he sucked and licked my nipples... Every flick of his tongue drew out a sound I didn’t recognize from myself.

I loved how he paid attention to the most sensitive part of my body, and I wouldn’t deny I could already feel him getting hard under me.

He knelt upwards, then took off his belt and pulled his pants down, revealing his massive dick.

It wasn't porno-huge, but just perfectly fat and artistically veiny, and it was leaking pre-cum.

Without thinking... well, I hadn't been thinking all night, I went down on him and began to take him in slowly.

After loads of moans and grunts, he pulled me up to kiss me, dropping his hands to my ass, which he squeezed mercilessly.

He bunched my cheeks up in his fists and worked them back and forth, with and against each other, my asshole burning from the friction.

I hadn't been fucked in a long while now, and hadn't ever wanted to get fucked as badly as I wanted it right then.

Suddenly, like he read my thoughts, he threw me to the bed and turned my ass up to face him.

I went on all fours, and shortly, I felt his face press into my ass. I whimpered softly as his tongue probed between my tight cheeks.

I parted my legs slightly, giving him better access, and like he loved it, he plunged his tongue deeper, accessing my hole unimpeded. I gasped as his warm, wet tongue caressed me.

I took deep and slow breaths, relaxing my body and sinking into the bed.

As my muscles relaxed, I felt his tongue slip just inside my opening, the nerve endings exploding with pleasure in my brain.

He moaned into me, sending shivers through my pelvis. Then I felt him plunge his finger inside my hole, moving in a particular rhythm to lubricate me enough to accommodate him.

"Oh, motherfuck!" I called out, seeing stars and losing control. Almost immediately, he inserted his second finger right up my ass.

Fuck!

"I know, right..." I heard a deep chuckle as he wiggled his fingers inside me. "This ass is mine today," he whispered, and I shut my eyes, bracing for the impact.

In an instant, I felt the throbbing, purple head of his cock pressed against my hole, meeting little resistance. Slowly, he slid inside me as my muscles relaxed to accommodate him.

The stretching sensation was pleasure enough on its own, even as he plunged further into my pelvis.

He moaned softly as well, as he felt my tight muscle squeezing him. Further and further, he entered, until finally, I felt the press of his pelvis against my glutes.

He started pumping up and into me while I held onto the sheets of the bed.

He held my nipples, pinching them hard enough to burn, while he thrust his hips up, fucking me frantically.

I knew I’d probably wake up sore the next morning, but right now, this was the perfect escape I needed. Because tomorrow, I might be a husband, but tonight, I was his.