Cinnamon and Bad Decisions

Chapter 2: Cinnamon and Bad Decisions

Gwen

I pulled away from the kiss, my brain screaming; “what the hell are you doing?” But I couldn't help it, his lips were warm, his grip firm—like he owned me already.

“Whoa, okay…” I shoved against his chest, but the guy barely moved. Up close, his pupils were blown wide. Definitely not sober.

I turned to the bartender, voice shaky. “Two shots of tequila and a glass of water for him.”

The bartender raised an eyebrow but slid the drinks over.

The stranger’s fingers twitched toward one, but I snatched them both. “Oh no, mister. You're drugged, drunk, or both. You get water.”

The stranger—who still hadn’t told me his name—chuckled, low and rough. “Ouuu, bossy. You’re babysitting me now?”

I ignored him and downed the first shot, I grimaced as burned down my throat. Good. Maybe it'd scorch away the memory of Anthony's stupid face and the thought of wanting to kiss this stranger again.

He watched me, amused, as I took in the second shot. My head spun instantly. I hate being a lightweight. Ugh.

While waiting for my drink, I turned to the stranger, who was watching me with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. “So, where are you…”

He shook his head, cutting me off. Then, without warning, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me off the stool, weaving through the crowd like a man possessed. My heart hammered in my chest.

“What the hell? Let go!”

He didn't, instead he pulled me through a dark hallway and into a room, he locked the door and started walking towards me, I moved back till my back hit the wall, his body caging me in.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, lips grazing my jaw.

I should’ve kneed him, maybe screamed, I should have done something.

But his mouth crashed into mine again, and by god, he tasted so tempting, like cinnamon and bad decisions and my resolve crumbled.

I would let myself loose for just one night, No names. No strings attached.

Then I kissed him back, there was no hesitation. Just heat, pressure, Need— I needed him

His back hit the door, slamming it shut, and then he spun me, pinning me against the wall. I gasped into his mouth as his hands slid over my body like he’d been here before. Like he already knew me.

“You do things I can't explain to me, Zuccherina.” he whispered, his voice low.

“I love how that sounds on your lips,” I breathed out, my heart racing as he kissed down my neck, my collarbone, his hands slipping beneath the straps of my dress.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, pausing just long enough to give me an out.

I didn’t take it. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

“I don’t,” I whispered.

That was all it took.

He pulled the dress down my body, letting it pool at my feet. My hands found his shirt, fumbling at the buttons, but he didn’t wait—he ripped it over his head, tossed it aside, and kissed me again like he needed me to breathe.

He pushed me onto the bed, and I laughed; light headed and drunk on adrenaline and alcohol and maybe something else entirely. He hovered over me, watching, waiting, teasing.

“Still sure?” he asked, his voice low.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please fuck me, I need you inside me now.” I begged, sounding desperate but I didn't care.

He immediately grabbed my breasts and played with them, giving each one a little tease before sucking on them.

“Arrggg, please…” I moaned breathlessly.

“Tell me what you want and how you want it.” He ordered, his voice low and thick with need.

“I want you to fuck me, I want you inside me, enough with the tease.” I pleaded, my body wanting more of him.

His hand left my breasts and slid into my panties, his middle finger playing with my clit.

“Let's take this off, shall we?” He whispered, using his teeth to take off my panties then he did the last thing I expected any man to ever do with me, he sniffed my panties.

“You smell so heavenly, Zuccherina.” He added, stuffing my panties into my already opened and surprised mouth.

He kissed my face all over then slid to my thighs, kissing and working his way through till he reached where he was headed.

“Now, I'll give you what you've been pleading for but first with my tongue.” He smiled at me then started to lap at my pussy juice.

My cry echoed off the walls, sharp and desperate, as he continued to eat out my pussy, I clung to the sheets, my legs trembling, my voice rising with every slow, deliberate touch.

“Ah…mmh…” My breath hitched, my hips twitching as his fingers slid inside me.

“Nngh… d…don’t stop,” I whimpered, my voice catching in my throat.

He smiled at me, “Oh hell nah, I'm going to see to the end of this.”

“Oh…God… I'm gonna… ahh…” I screamed and came undone.

There was a glint in his eyes, sharp and mischievous.

“That was just the beginning, Zuccherina, I'm not done with you.” He said, unbuckling his belt and with a swift motion, he pushed his jeans down, kicking them off the moment they hit the floor. His hard-on sprang free, thick and fully aroused.

His fingers worked the buttons of his shirt rather slowly, obviously teasing me. The fabric fell open, not with a rush, but a slow reveal. My mouth went dry. Elaborate patterns drawn with ink coiled over the defined ridges of his abdomen and chest. He stood tall, letting me take in the sight, a half-smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched my reaction. He was a fucking Greek God!

My breath hitched when his voice whispered against my ear, “Are you ready for me?”

“God. yes…” I gasped, arching into him.

He hesitated for a second, pulling back just enough to reach for his pockets. “Are you on birth control? If not, I have condoms…”

“I'm on the pill. It's fine.”

“That's perfect, you're perfect.”

He didn't wait. The moment I gave him the green light, he was inside me, and I bit back a moan at the stretch, the heat of him. He's already hard from my mouth, my hands and the way he fills me is almost too much. His hips snap forward and relentless, and I clawed at the sheets, my earlier orgasm still buzzing under my skin.

But he was close. I could feel it in the way his motion became uneven, the way his fingers dug into my hips as he forced himself to go slow.

“Fuck…” he growled, pausing, trembling above me.

I thought he wouldn't last but he shocked me when he kept going. He pounded inside me for more than ten minutes and then he thrust deeper into me with a groan that vibrated through me.

I felt him cum inside me and that made me orgasm. His body collapsed against mine as we rode out the aftershocks.

Afterward, we laid side by side trying to catch our breath, my body still humming.

He pulled me close, “that was amazing, thank you Zuccherina.”

I smiled and came to the realization… “what is the meaning? Zucch…”

“Little sugar. You're too sweet for me.” He slurred.

I smiled and looked up at him but his eyes were shut and he looked too peaceful so I didn't disturb him. Soon after, I also drifted off to sleep, safe in the arms of a man I didn’t even know.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, I blinked, stretched and rubbed my eyes, “maybe I was dreaming?”

But the lingering scent of cinnamon said otherwise and my dress was still on the floor. Then something caught my eyes, it was a crumpled note on the nightstand. Immediately, I grabbed it and it read:

“Don’t look for me.”