THE BURNING DESIRE

Avery lifted her chin, her gaze settling on the doorstep. A tall, broad-shouldered stranger stood at the doorstep, a briefcase in hand. He had piercing grey eyes that seemed to see through people.

He was built differently, like an athlete. His face was perfectly sculpted, a sharp, chiselled jawline completing the striking symmetry.

He didn't utter a word nor move an inch, just his eyes piercing through her soul, a smirk playing on his lips.

She bolted upright, a flush of humiliation crawling over her skin.

What a mess. The last thing she would have expected was being walked in on by a stranger while pleasuring herself. She swallowed, forcing some words out of her throat. “What do you want? Why are you in my room?”

“Me?” He chuckled, pointing a finger to himself. "That should be my question to you. I'm Nathaniel Hale, and this is my room."

"No. This is my room." Avery stated in confusion. "Check the card given to you. There must have been a mix-up.”

“Looks like we both have a claim to this room. I wouldn't have been in this room if I was with the wrong card." He said, dipping his hand in his pocket and swinging the card in the air. Totally unfazed. He picked up his phone and dialled a line.

After a few minutes of what seemed to be a discussion, he signalled to her, pointing towards the room telephone.

"Hello, Miss Cole. We're so sorry for the inconvenience we caused you. We realized there was a mistake on our end, and the room was booked by Mr. Nathaniel.” A voice resonated at the other end of the call. Avery stood still, stunned.

"Is there any available room?”

"Hum… We're so sorry to inform you that the rooms have been fully occupied. We would refund your money and compensate you for the inconvenience we caused you."

Avery sighed, a frustrated hiss curling out of her mouth. This week had been the most miserable week of her life. Getting cheated on, being walked in on while pleasuring herself, and now, getting sent out of the room she had fully booked. All in one week?

“Of course.” She whispered. “This had to be included in the list of terrible things that has happened this week.”

She awkwardly picked up her suitcase and made her way towards the doorstep. The stranger was still there, his gaze steady and sharp.

"I'm… I'm so sorry for inter–rupting your–space" Her voice cracked, the pent-up emotions resurfacing.

"Maybe we could both spend the night in the room." He uttered abruptly.

Avery gaze settled on him, their eyes digging deep into each other's soul. Every second felt like it was burning through her veins.There was something different about the way he looked at her. It was magical.

"I mean, it doesn't seem like you can get a hotel by this time."

After a few seconds of contemplation, Avery agreed to stay. Not that she had a choice.

They both sat quietly in the room, the awkwardness lingering.

Nathaniel took a bottle of champagne he had brought in and took a sip, his posture calm and classy.

"Do you care?” He asked, stretching a glass towards her.

Avery hesitated a bit, then took it and gulped it down her throat in one go. She knew she needed it to get past the humiliating feeling building up within her.

"You seem to have a lot going on in your mind." Hearing this, Avery forced a smile, tears gathering in her expressive hazel eyes.

"This week is definitely not my week. From catching my boyfriend in another woman's bosom to being sent out of the room I booked.“ Avery's voice trembled, her eyes flickered on the wall, then back to him. “Not that you would understand, anyway.”

Their gaze found each other, and at that moment, the world seemed to fade around them as they were completely lost in each other's presence.

He gaze didn’t waver, it was deep, steady, and calm. "Poker game?"

Avery frowned. “Poker? Not a good player, but maybe I could give it a try.”

"Strip poker,” he corrected. "Best way to decide who gets the bed."

"For every loss, you lose a piece of clothing."

Avery hesitated for a moment. A part of her wanted to decline, but deep down, she knew she wanted this. Maybe it was the wine, or perhaps her heart wanted a little distraction.

Nathaniel squeezed the card in his hand, sitting next to Avery with his leg crossed. His shirt had been half-unbuttoned, and his sleeves rolled up above his arm, exposing his broad chest. Avery tried to keep her gaze away from him, but she couldn't. She found her gaze flickering towards Nathaniel's exposed chest every moment.

The game dragged on for minutes, with Avery constantly asking if her pairs of sevens were worth anything.

The first round went on, and Avery lost. She whined, tugging off her silver chain.

"That doesn't count,” Nathaniel scoffed, his gaze fixating on her collarbone.

"But that's not true. It's inclusive.” She argued.

"Game is game, miss Cole.” His lips curled mischievously, pointing at Avery's coat.

She obediently pulled it off, tossing it on the bed.

Avery reached out to get another shot of wine, but their fingers brushed against each other as they both reached out at the same time, sending shivers down her spine.

"Ladies first," He retracted his hand, his gaze lingering and burning through Avery's soul.

As the game went on, laughter and giggles echoed through the room, followed by the sound of clattering glasses.

Nathaniel lost his suit and his shirt while Avery lost the third round, then the fourth, where she had to pull off her dress. Avery groaned, slipping it off her shoulders awkwardly.

His eyes lingered, scanning through her flawless skin, then back to her well sculpted face. She had the lips that reek of temptation, full, tender, and heart-shaped.

"You look hot," Nathaniel whispered, carefully mapping her body. His hand found its way towards her thigh, caressing it down to her knees and back to her inner thigh.

"Is this enough to make up for interrupting you earlier?" He teased, leaning closer as he studied her face. Avery bit her lower lip, forcing back the moan that was about escaping her lips. Her pulse quickened as her breath falter. She was slowly losing it.

He leaned closer and closer, his vanilla cologne clouding her mind. She could smell the faint scent of champagne mixed with mint from his breath.

"Miss Cole," he murmured, his voice low and deep.

His mouth found hers before she could offer a reply, their lips crashing against each other. The kiss started soft, slow, and then intense. His tongue roamed her mouth, then teased her inner cheek.

A wave of sensation travelled through Avery's body, letting out a soft moan into his mouth.

Her hand found its way into his hair, down to his neck while his hand wandered towards her boobs, cupping them with her palm.

He slowly pulled out her bra, her boobs springing free, dancing as if they had been waiting. His lips moved from hers, placing soft kisses on her neck, then down to her boobs.

Avery's body trembled as he began sucking slowly, biting and teasing her nipple. She let out a hiss, swinging her head backwards out of pleasure.

"Call my name," he whispered while still sucking her boobs.

"MR…" her voice trailed off, letting out another moan.

"Call me by my name."

"Nath…aniel"

"Fuck." He lifted her, dropping her on the bed.

His hand trailed down to her tiny waist, down to her lower belly, and down to her underwear. His fingers slipped under her panties while caressing her nipple with the other.

He felt her wetness on his fingers as he gently circled her clitoris, easing one finger inside her, then slowly adding another.

She rolled her eyes, a soft gasp slipping past her lips as Nathaniel increased the pace.

She needed more, needed him closer, needed to feel him completely. She fucking wanted him inside of her, full and deep.

"Ugh… I need you—." She managed to force those words out of her mouth.

Nathaniel let out a sly grin, pulling out his fingers as he slipped down her panties and thrust his cock in her cunt, slowly, steadily, and deeply.

"Ahh…Nath…pleasss."

"Uhm… Faster," Avery let out a muffled cry, her voice clouding his senses.

"Shit," Nathaniel groaned, thrusting faster and deeper. Their eyes locked into each other.

Something about her was different. He had never been affected by a woman's moan during pleasure the way he was with her. He couldn't think straight.

It had always been sex with random women and barely enough time to figure out what they sounded like. His body shuddered as he thrust into her cunts deeper and deeper.

Avery's body trembled with pleasure as she reached climax, a thick liquid spreading all over the sheet. A chuckle escaped Nathaniel's mouth as he slowly pulled out; he had cum too.

He lay beside her, drawing her closer as he gently caressed her back until they both dozed off.