The One Night Stand

Elena's POV

The kiss started as an accident, a brief brush of lips fueled by too much wine and something unspoken in the air between us. But the second one—that wasn’t a mistake. That was deliberate. Slow.

Adrian’s hand curled around the back of my neck, drawing me closer. His lips moved against mine with a confidence that made my stomach clench. I could taste the wine on his tongue, warm and heady, mixing with my own.

I should have pulled away. Should have remembered who he was, where we were. But logic was a distant whisper, drowned out by the thundering of my pulse.

Somewhere in the background, a polite cough broke through the haze. I pulled back slightly, my breath coming too fast, my skin too hot.

Adrian’s gaze was heavy-lidded, unreadable. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured.

A warning bell rang faintly in the back of my mind, but it was overpowered by the way his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against my thigh.

I exhaled shakily. “Where?”

His lips curved into a smirk. “Somewhere more private.”

The bartender, clearly pretending not to have noticed anything, set the check down beside Adrian’s empty glass. He slid a crisp bill onto the counter without breaking eye contact with me.

Outside, the city was buzzing—yellow taxis streaking past, neon lights bleeding into the night. The cool air did nothing to calm the heat crawling up my spine.

Adrian’s hand found the small of my back as he guided me toward a sleek black car idling by the curb. “My place?”

I hesitated for half a second, but when his fingers brushed against my wrist, something in me made the decision before my mind could catch up.

I nodded.

The car ride was a blur of city lights and tension so thick it was suffocating. We didn’t speak, but the air crackled between us, every stolen glance, every shift of his fingers against the leather seat a silent promise of what was to come.

And when we stepped into his penthouse—when the door clicked shut behind us—I knew there was no turning back.

“There’s only one thing I’m thirsty for tonight.” Adrian said gently, biting his lower lips as his gaze fell on me.

“Took you long enough to catch on.” my silk dress slipped from my shoulders as I leaned back against the headboard. “Still hiding behind that gentleman's act?” I asked with an alluring gaze.

“Watch yourself, princess,” he rasped, the mattress creaking as he crawled toward me. His eyes devoured the redness spreading down my neck. “You’ve been dangling that patience of mine all evening.”

Adrian didn’t wait for a response. His mouth crashed against mine in a searing, dominant kiss. our tongues tangled—wine and my arousal blending into something headier. When we broke apart, gasping, my heat seared through his clothes.

He shoved me down, hands already beneath my dress. My breath stuttered as his palm skimmed my thigh, hips jerking when his thumb found my clit. “Christ—those cunny fingers,” I choked, voice shaking. “Should’ve…ah!…done this ages ago.” I said, my pupils dilating

A dark chuckle rumbled against my inner thigh as he lowered his mouth. He removed his finger, replacing it with his tongue tracing every curve, savoring me, my nails tore the sheets. “You couldn’t handle my bedside manner,” he muttered, teeth scraping my hip bone. “Tell me. Exactly. What. You. Want.” he said, his voice sounding muffled as it's caught in between my thighs.

“Screw your—oh!” I arched my back as his tongue dug dipper, I was trembling beneath him. He worked my clit with practiced strokes, drawing whimpers until his name escaped from my lips. “Adrian, please, I need—”

“LOUDER!!”

Adrian commanded, dragging me to the bed’s edge. “Let the entire city hear who this perfect cunt belongs to.” he said in a muffled voice as his tongue danced inside of me .

My moans pitched higher, desperate, as he buried himself between my legs again. “Deeper! God, yes—there!” my fists yanked his hair, pulling him closer. The vibrations of his moan against my skin made me scream. “Gonna make me cum—oh god oh GOD!”

When my thighs clamped around his head, Adrian withdrew, my slick glistening on his stubble. He stared down at my heaving chest, my wild eyes.

“Look at you,” he taunted, unbuttoning his shirt one-handed while pinning my wrists. My eyes were locked on Adrian's bare chest.

“Filthy mouth, filthy mind.” His abs tensed as my teeth grazed his navel, his smirk widening. “Think you can handle what’s here?” he asked, stroking himself through his trousers, his huge di*k bulging out intrusively.

My gasp caught as he freed his cock, thick and straining in my grip. “Fuck! Fuck!” I said, my hands wrapping around his di*k. My tongue swirled the tip, and he hissed.

“Easy,” he warned, hips twitching as I took him deeper. The wet heat of my lips threatened his control. “Unless you want this throat ruined.” he said, letting out light moans.

I hummed, vibrations shooting up his shaft, and Adrian's groan escaped. I quickened my pace, friction building, until his restraint frayed.

“Promises, promises,” I taunted, fingers squeezing his balls. “C’mon, jerk—prove how you…mmph!” my voice muffled as he thrust his di*k into my mouth ruthlessly, my choked sound fueling him.

“Take it. Every drop,” he growled, sac tightening as release coiled. “Swallow or wear it. Your choi—fuck!” Adrian screamed, releasing a cum load inside my mouth and over my face.

My throat worked greedily as he released, my tongue licking him clean. “Underwhelming.” I said with a smirk on my face.

Adrian's grin turned feral. “Still sharp-tongued, huh?” He gripped my waist, fingers digging in. “Let’s test how long that lasts.” he said, slowly deeping his finger in and out of my pus*y.

Before I could snap back, he flipped me, one hand between my shoulders, the other hooking my knee. I gasped, knees sinking into the mattress. Adrian loomed over me, breath scorching my ear. “We’re not finished,” he growled, palm cracking against my ass. “Bet on it.”

He pushed his dick inside of me slowly, my body stretching around him. A moan tore from him at my tight pus*y. “Again,” I demanded, arching to take him deeper. “Harder, you bas—oh!” my words were taken away by Adrian as he sheathed himself fully in one brutal thrust.

“Faster!” I cried, slamming back against him. Adrian went faster, his thighs and balls slapping against my ass.

“Don’t you dare…hold…ah! AH!…hold back!” I screamed. Adrian quickened his pace as his di*k strode in and out of my pus*y.

Adrian's moans crescendoed as release neared, thrusts turning erratic. When he spilled into me, he collapsed on top of my sweat-slicked body, ourbreaths tangled.

Afterward, his thumb circled my clit lazily, prolonging my shudders. “Gonna drain me? Hmm? Make me…fuck…beg?”

My scream muffled into the sheets as I cum, muscles fluttering around him. “Adrian, I’m…I’m—!”

“Not yet,” he growled, yanking me up by the hair to watch himself slide in again.

“Please,” I sobbed, nails carving his thighs. “Let me…need to…”

He bit my shoulder as I cum again, body quaking. He collapsed beside me and pulled me against his pounding heart. “Next dose in twenty.”

My laugh melted into exhausted kisses. “You’re not a bad fucker afterall.”

“Worth the risk,” he said, nuzzling my damp neck. “You’re a walking outbreak.”

Adrian's arms locked around me as our breathing steadied. The room fell silent save for the AC’s hum and rustling linen. my head rested on his chest, fingertips tracing idle shapes.

“You’ll be my ruin,” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep and alcohol.

“Already am,” he answered, hand drifting down my spine. “You wrecked me right back.”

I smiled against his skin, body going slack. He kissed my forehead, fatigue pulling at him. My weight, the warmth, the scent of sex—it felt like an unexpected truce.

“Sleep,” he murmured, voice gravel-soft. “I’m here.”

I didn’t protest. My breaths evened, limbs heavy. Adrian watched me—the flutter of lashes, the rise of my chest—and something unfamiliar clenched in his ribs.

With a quiet exhale, he closed his eyes, letting my rhythm pull him under. The world beyond these walls could wait. Here, there was only my heat, my pulse, and the quiet truth that, for now, he wasn’t alone.