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The Night

Holy cow. His hotel suite was huge- it was f*****g bigger than my apartment! Even this room was deeply touched with Italian architecture. The walls were painted in dark red hue. Even the furniture looked expensive. I rolled my eyes. What would Ii expect in Sorrento? On the other hand, I felt uncomfortable. The CEO and one of Seattle’s most eligible bachelor just lend me his suite. I wanted to hug myself. But what if he was just being good to me? What if I was reading so much to this? What if I was expecting too much from just because he kissed me? Seriously, Ron, you needed to sort your shits out.

I slowly walked towards the living room, or rather an entertainment room. Geez, an over large Smart TV was hanging in the wall, and oh- there was also a PS4, Wii, and an X-Box. Crap, how much, exactly, did staying here cost? I was afraid to touch anything so I kept my hands to myself. I wondered around the suite, so far I have opened three doors; one of them was the kitchen, the other two was spare bedroom. I decided to open the last door in the hallway− yep there was a hallway inside this suite. I was starting to get irritated, I couldn't find the bathroom, and I awfully smell whiskey. I turned the fancy doorknob, then I realized it was the master's bedroom. Crap, the bed was bigger than my kitchen itself! Whew, I was really not used to this. My gaze was fixed in the bed, it looked so damn soft. What it would feel if Dylan and I− whoa, where did that came from? I flushed suddenly. What the f**k? God, my brain was soaking in alcohol, it was already messing with my thoughts! Also, I had completely forgotten about Myrtle Williams . s**t, she might thought I was messing with her boyfriend. Damn, I didn’t want to be in Seattle Times; being in the front page for being the great Dylan Claude’s mistress while he was having an affair with the great Myrtle . I was really reading so much into this. He was just letting me borrow his suite. I rolled my eyes. I needed some ass-kicking from Jill. Thank goodness the bathroom was in the left side of the room.

I gaped when I saw the bathroom. The bathroom was as big as my apartment! Gosh, I could sleep here! Well, staying here must really cost a fortune. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Damn, my mascara was smudging in the corner of my eyes. I grabbed some tissues from the nearby table then I wiped it under my eyes. Well, since I was going home, I really don’t need to re-apply my makeup. I washed my face after. s**t− I really looked plane without makeup. My eyes bigger, my face pale. Ugh. I grabbed some tissue again, this time I dampened them and carefully wipe it across the dress, hoping that the tissue would absorb some of the whiskey. f**k, my skin felt sticky. I bit my lip. Would be Dylan coming up here? Maybe not? I had his room card by the way. I hastily undone the zipper of my dress− it was on my back. Next, I undone the hooks of the straps so I could wipe my chest this way. Adding to mental note− never drink whiskey if you were nervous. I gathered all my hair to the rights side; I dampened some tissues again. I wiped it from my chin to my chest. s**t, my tummy felt sticky too. I pulled the strap of my dress lower, so I could access more areas. I grabbed an over-large fluffy towel, then rubbed it in my chest and stomach. Suddenly, the hook of my dress’s strap tousled with the fluffy towel, then with my own stupidity, I absentmindedly pull the towel against me, then− click, the hook was harshly pulled from my strap and it slightly ripped the garment. Ohhhhhh f*****g s**t! What the hell, Veronica?! I closed my eyes tightly. Damn, damn, damn! Jill was really gonna kick my ass. How was I supposed to be going home with this? Like this? I need to call Jill so− I froze. f*****g hell, I forgot my clutch at the bar! I fist my hands tightly. Could this day get more unfortunate?

Phone. Surely this suite must have a phone.

I strolled out of the bathroom and searched for the phone. Even if no one was watching, I tried to cover myself with my arm. The phone was beside the bed. s**t. I needed to call Jill to fetch me or else Dyl−

And as if on a cue, Dylan entered the room, but his attention was outside, in the living room. I froze. Fuckfuckfuck! “f**k the paparazzi.” He yelled and slammed the door. I gasped. He turned to look at me and he froze too. Crap, please ground, swallow me up now! I slowly lowered the phone on the bedside table, but my expression remained the same. He looked surprised too, but I caught his eyes on my chest before looking at my face. I realised that my strapless bra was noticeable because of my doomed dress. Thank God I was wearing a descent black bra.

“You forgot your clutch at the bar. I brought it here.” He said, his expression blank. My jaw locked. s**t, this was really f*****g embarrassing. A knock on the door startled us both.

“Mr. Claude, everything is secured.” A deep, husky voice said from the other side of the door. Some muscles flex on Dylan’s jaw and briefly he closed his eyes. I remained frozen. f**k this. He turned to open the door. My heart skipped a beat. I thought he was going to open the door widely and let someone see me! Instead, he opened the door partially, making sure that I was nowhere to be seen form the door. “Good. Tell Maddie to accept all my incoming calls for tonight. Keep the security on check.” He said with his voice full of authority. Damn that was hot. With that, he closed the door without waiting for reply. Then he turned to me.

“Uh− thanks. My dress g-got its hook o-off…” s**t. Now I was stuttering. I bit my lip. God, this is embarrassing. He chuckled. “You’ve nothing to be embarrassed.” What? Apparently, I said that out loud. Dammit. He walked towards me, his eyes boldly assessing me. Oh God. I was positive I was blushing horribly. He gently dropped my clutch on the bed, making it bounce, and he took his seat in the nearby L-shaped sofa. He leaned against it and cross his ankle to his knee. He looked really hot. I sighed. I really needed to go.

I looked at him apologetically and tried to focus. f*****g whiskey, it was making me dizzy. He was still regarding me intently, as if I came from another planet. “Look, Mr. Claude. I’m really sorry about this evening. I knew I was being a pain in the ass for letting me use your suite.” I muttered, almost a whisper. He was silent for a second, then a smirk surfaced on his beautiful face. Don’t faint, Ron!

“Please call me Dylan; Claude is so formal. Lending you my suite isn’t a big deal. And as far as I can see, you’re suffering from wardrobe malfunction. Being a help would be a great pleasure for a beautiful woman like you.” He said in a low, seductive voice. I pursed my lips. Damn, he was really a fine specimen. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and he seemed to notice it. “Thank you− really for that. I think I should be going home.” He glanced at his watch and frowned.

“It’s already past 12. It would be dangerous for you to take a cab.” His voice was flat and his eyes were narrowed. He’s right. s**t.

“Oh− then I’ll just call Jill. Ah− my friend. Maybe she can fetch me.” I said, hoping that Jill was awake. Surprisingly, his face darkened, an unfathomable expression stretched on his face as he stand and headed to the door. Damn, had I said something? “Okay. I’ll just fetch some drinks. Stay here; the securities are patrolling around.” He said then he was gone. Crap, I scrambled to my clutch and fished out my phone and quickly dialed Jill’s. It kept on ringing. f**k, she was already asleep. I tried again, then all I got was her voicemail. Oh no. I cringed. What would I do now? I just sit in the edge of the bed and silently prayed for miracle. The door opened and closed gently and I cringed once more. Fuucck. I looked up at Dylan, who was standing in front of me now; he has two glasses on both of his hands. I held my loose dress tighter on my chest. Damn his melting gaze.

“She’s not answering.”

“Maybe she is already sleeping. Here.” He handed my one glass and I sniffed it. It smelled sweet. Maybe it was a champagne. I drunk it in silence and stared at the glass on my hand. It made my head swim once more. Geez, he was still standing in front me. “I need to do something.” He muttered then I looked up. Mush to my surprise, he bent his self in front of me then our mouth crashed. I gasped, then he took the opportunity to slide his tongue on my mouth and played with mine. Oh… He held my cheeks together with my chin with one hand, the action made my lips part more to accommodate his exploration. Damn, he was a good kisser. My head was swimming again. I closed my eyes and savour the feeling. His expert mouth nipped and sucked my lower lips making me moan. Oh s**t. I merely noticed that he grabbed the glass on my hand and set it on the bedside table. My hand snaked to his neck; my fingers curling to his curly blonde. So soft… Suddenly, I felt myself responding. s**t, I didn’t know how to do this. I just made my tongue move, mimicking his movements, then his kiss became more aggressive. It was like he was a man deprived from kiss. I felt myself lowering at the soft mattress, his weight pushing me, then he grabbed my hand that was covering my chest and pinned it against the side of my head. Now our chest collided. Hard muscle… Oh.

I opened my eyes, finding that molten green eyes were gazing me down, like I was some sort of predator. His kiss was forceful now, urging my lips to open wider for him, and I did. Briefly, our teeth clashed. Because of our closeness, I could smell his scent. Damn, so manly. Then, his marvellous lips left mine, and it travelled to my neck, nipping and sucking. s**t, this felt good. I closed my eyes once again. His kiss settled to the part of me where my neck and shoulder met. Oh f**k… He playfully nipped it and I moan. Holy s**t, it was the first time I moaned like that! It made my back arch, and it made myself wet. Damn. He urgently kissed the path lower, planting wet kisses on the top of my breast. I realized I was holding his hair tightly. I squeezed my legs tightly as he continued his sweet exploration. He was burying his face between my breasts, then he groaned. “s**t, you smell good.” He murmured, his voice was husky. Damn, the way he said that was f*****g hot. Honestly, the alcohol in my system was making me brave and unembarrassed. I was laying half naked before this one and I wasn’t ashamed even a bit. Mush to my surprise, he grazed his teeth on my breast− just above my bra! It set the fire within me. With his teeth, he bit the cap, then brought it down. Crap! I opened my eyes in shock, then I saw him sucking my n*****s! Oh ffuuucckk… My head arched back, heat flooded through me. It felt so damned good. My n*****s instantly hardened with his ministration. I gripped the bed s**t with my free hand. I moaned again. He nipped me gently.

“Ah!” I cried out.

He seemed to snuggle my breast again, inhaling me deeply. Wasn’t he getting enough of me? I felt his hand on my right thigh. s**t, it was happening. I knew where this was going; I wasn’t some kind of i***t. Stop this! My subconscious yelled at me, but my body ignored her. His hand roamed to my thigh… Upper… and upper, then back down again. His touch was hot, so sensual. He continued his frustratingly erotic exploration for some time. Just when I thought it would be all about foreplay, he stopped. I barely noticed that we moved to the center of the massive bed, and y dress was completely disheveled to my waist, exposing my panty and my bra. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. He was gazing me, his lips parted, his chest heaving. What now? “Remove your dress. I need to see you.” He ordered. Damn, even his voice was erotic! Somehow, I managed to pull the dress of me. He started to part my knees, but I hesitated, but his hands stopped me. He positioned himself between my legs. Crap, thank God the room was dimmed, I was sure I was ten shades scarlet. I lay helpless before him, then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I bit my lip. The CEO Dylan Claude was stripping before me. Imma lucky b***h. After he unbuttoned his shirt, he smoothly shrugged it off. Oh. f**k. He was perfectly well toned, from his shoulder to his arms. s**t me. The first thing that I noticed was his tattoo on his right chest. It was a cross. Crap. My eyes slowly drifted down to his torso, my lips parting with the sight of his abs and his happy trail. He seemed to notice me and he smirked.

“Enjoying the view?” Hell yeah. It’s yummy.

I bit my lip, careful not to ruin the moment with my stupid answers. He started to unbuckle his belt, and before I knew it, he was completely naked, with all his glory. Oh. My. God. My eyes widened. So that was what they were talking about. I gasped. Will it− Oh s**t. I’ve never done this before. I was a f*****g virgin, with a few steps away to spinsterhood a couple of hours ago. I mentally panicked. Would it hurt? Damn, could I accommodate him? Will− my mind thought was distracted when I felt his lips on my abdomen. f**k! He was slowly showering wet kisses to my… Holy s**t, he’s going to kiss me… there! I whimpered. Thank God I was shaved to perfection. Then OH! He nuzzled my feminine area, he seemed to absorb my scent again. Oh s**t. I’ve never felt like this before. The slowly, he licked me. I closed my eyes and surrender. He teased my clit and I started to feel funny and weird feelings on me. I moaned. He continued his sweet torture, when I felt something. I stiffened, feeling something was approaching… The funny feeling… Something strange… Then I felt myself explode. “Oh fuck.” I whimpered. It was a really delicious feeling; the kind of feeling I never felt before.

I lay on the bed, my mind shattered, my chest heaving, as if I ran a 20 kilometres marathon. Damn that was great. Dylan brought me back to the earth when he kissed me, plunging his tongue to me, then I felt the tip of his manhood invading my opening. I squeezed my eyes shut, some teardrops escaping the corner of my eyes, he kept on kissing me. Then he retreat, then he pushed his hips once more, completely plunging his length inside me, completely tearing the walls of my virginity, making my whimper loudly, but I stifled my cry, small whimpers escaping my lips. s**t, he was so big! I felt my body stretch to him. It felt uncomfortable, it was like a burning sensation, and it was stingy, given to his size. I peeked at him, but he seemed lost in the moment, his eyes closed, and his tongue stroking mine. He didn’t notice. He repeated the same process, retreating, then pushing again. “You’re so tight.” He murmured to my lips. Of course I was! My mind shouted to him. After a few moment, he started to move, the pain I felt earlier gone. It was converted into a pleasurable feeling, a feeling I never knew existed. I grasped his biceps, damn. His lips left mine, then he dropped his face to my shoulder. I heard his pleasurable moans, and it was f*****g erotic. The sound shooting libido to my drunk system. Primeval moans of pleasure escaped his lips, and I found myself doing the same. His right hand clasp my waist, then he roamed it up to my breast, kneading the soft flesh. His move started to speed up, then he braced his hands on either side of my face. I opened my eyes, and I found his staring down at me, watching my expression. From the bed side lamp, I could see his face; his brows furrowed, his lips parted, there was also beads of sweat on his forehead. His pace sped up, making both of our breathing labor. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I clutch his shoulder, my other hand raking my fingernails on his smooth muscled chest, making him groan louder. He was really fast this time.

Then I felt it again. The funny, yummy feeling on my abdomen. More… Faster… Faster… A little more… I’m coming…

With a loud groan, I came again, my muscles clenching his thrusting organ inside me. After three more short but fast strokes, he came inside me. “f**k!” he groaned through his clenched teeth. I felt his manhood stiffened, spilling its seeds inside me, shooting hot spurs.

The day’s festivities and the mind blowing, hot activity weighed me down, dragging me to the depths of slumber.