Scotch on the rocks.

Scotch on the rocks. Scotch on the rocks.

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

The prologue to this story can be found in the short stories section of the site.
The characters and the storyline has been playing around in my head for ages, and I finally felt ready to put pen to paper.
Hope you enjoy reading, and let me know your thoughts!

Summary

The prologue to this story can be found in the short stories section of the site.
The characters and the storyline has been playing around in my head for ages, and I finally felt ready to put pen to paper.
Hope you enjoy reading, and let me know your thoughts!

Prolog (v.1) - Prologue

Author Chapter Note

I've moved the short story here as a prologue.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 05, 2020

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 05, 2020

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Prologue

I smiled at the cute bartender as I climbed onto the bar stool. My dress rode up slightly, and his eyes lingered over my bare thighs.

"Scotch on the rocks." I purred, gazing into his eyes.

His cheeks flushed, and I leaned forward. My burgundy mini dress was low cut, and his eyes lingered over the generous peek of my cleavage.

Feeling amused, I brushed my long blonde hair behind my ears. It was that easy to capture a man's attention. A flash of some flesh, and a flick of my hair. They were all putty in my hands.

As cute as the bartender was, he wasn't the reason I was here. I'd selected this bar and hotel because it was one of the most expensive places to stay in Mayfair.

I scanned the room. There were plenty of men out tonight, but no one caught my eye. Patience was a big part of this game, and I'd certainly perfected my technique over the past few years. I would wait at the bar till the right man approached me, they always did eventually.

The bartender winked as he pushed my glass forward. He couldn't have been older than twenty one, and he looked far too boyish for me to even consider him a feasible option. That didn't mean he couldn't provide some entertainment whilst I waited. I noticed that his name badge said 'Sam.'

"Cheers Sam." I breathed, raising my glass to him.

He smiled and leaned towards me. Yes, he would be a good distraction whilst I waited.

"What's your name?" He said, staring down at my chest.

Definitely too young for me. There was nothing subtle in his approach. A man called him over before I could answer.

"I'll tell you another time." I said, sipping my drink.

He reluctantly stood up, and rolled his eyes. I watched him walk over to the man I assumed was his boss, and smiled to myself. Men were so simple and predictable, that's why this was my preferred way of doing things.

I felt the familiar anticipation build in my stomach. Not knowing who I would meet, or when they would appear was exciting. Much better than spending a Saturday night on the sofa with the same man, week in and week out.

"Scotch on the rocks." A deep voice said to my left. I was trying to place his accent. Definitely American, maybe New York?

I discreetly turned to have a look at him, and my breath caught in my throat. I could only see him from the side, but he was wearing a dark grey suit. The jacket stretched over his broad shoulders and muscular arms. My eyes ran over his long legs, his tailored trousers hugging his thighs.

When I finally saw his face, he was giving me an amused look. I felt my breath catch again. Ice blue eyes burned into mine, and I felt like I was sinking into the ocean. He had the kind of face that would make any woman stop in her tracks and stare in admiration.

His chiseled jaw was covered in day old stubble, his features strong and well-defined. His hair was jet black. I noticed how it curled slightly at his collar, it was the perfect length to tug on.

Bingo, I thought smugly as I sipped my drink.

I turned away, and mentally counted down from five. He was next to me by the time I made it to one.

"Is this seat taken?"

I looked up at him, and shook my head. He sat down and held out his large hand for me to take. His skin felt smooth against mine, and my whole body heated up.

"I'm Dean." He said, his eye's staring into mine.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Close up, he was more perfect than I'd anticipated. There were a few lines around his eyes. From the expensive suit and watch, I guessed him to be in his thirties.

"Paloma." I replied, my hand still in his.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. My heart raced. In my twenty nine years of existence, I had never met a man as attractive as him. He was almost too perfect to be real.

"What an exotic sounding name. Perfect for a woman as captivating as you."

He lingered over the word captivating, and I felt a deep ache between my legs. I liked to have the upper hand, but right now I was putty in his hands.

I needed to regain control of the situation. Pulling my hand from his, I sipped my drink. My hand was shaking slightly, and I knew he had noticed. "So, what are you doing this side of the pond?" I enquired, trying to reign in my nervousness.

His leg brushed against my bare one as he turned to face me. A simple touch should not have made my head spin the way it did.

"Business. And what are you doing alone in this bar Paloma? Surely you haven't been stood up?" He said, turning the focus back to me.

I was thrown off guard again. I assumed he would have jumped at the opportunity to talk about himself. Powerful men were generally full of self-importance, and I had no doubt he was one of those.

"I was planning on having a drink, finding a bed for the night. Someone to share it with as well…" I whispered, gazing at him with a look of seduction that I had mastered over the years.

I was pleased to see it had the desired effect. Taking another sip of my drink, I licked my lips and stared into his eyes. His pupils dilated, and I knew he was thinking about me in his bed… maybe my mouth around his hard dick.

To be honest, I was as well. My imagination was going wild, thinking about all the dirty things I'd like to do with him.

I brushed my hair behind my ear. He reached forward, and I froze as he carefully pulled it back, so it was cascading down my face and shoulders. The touch of his fingers against my cheek felt electrifying. Everything between us felt sexual.

"I prefer it that way." He whispered.

We stared at each other, communicating without words.

"My room's upstairs." He drawled.

I grinned,

"I'd like to see it." I replied, my voice sounding a lot calmer than I felt.

He'd obviously played this game before, and I couldn't say I was surprised. He must have been used to women throwing themselves at him. I allowed him to help me up from my seat, and he gestured to Sam that he wanted to settle the bill.

I picked up my jacket as he paid for our drinks. Sam scowled at him as his arm wrapped around my waist. It was a possessive gesture, but I didn't care. The feel of the palm of his hand against the small of my back was far too exciting.

I felt the jealous eyes of several women on me as we exited the bar, and headed through the lobby to the lifts. I could hardly blame them, what woman wouldn't want to leave with him?

The energy between us was so intense, I'd never felt anything like it before. Never had I agreed to go to a man's room so quickly, and after such little conversation. The lift felt like it was taking forever to arrive, I let out an involuntary moan of frustration.

Dean pulled me closer so his mouth was close to my ear.

"Patience Paloma."

His breath tickled my skin, and he tugged the top of my ear with his teeth. I squeezed my thighs together, my heart racing. I was so turned on, I wanted to throw myself into his hard chest, and have him fuck me right here on the lobby floor.

My thoughts were disrupted by the ding of the lift. Dean guided me inside, still holding me close. An elderly couple followed us, both well dressed and holding hands.

"What floor would you like?" Dean asked, smiling at them.

"Ohhh, floor 10." The lady said, smiling and blushing.

She winked at me when Dean turned to press the button, and I stifled my laughter.

I looked at the panel, and saw we were heading to the penthouse. Dean wasn't just handsome, he had money. I started to feel curious about who he was, but I forced myself to stop thinking that way. It wasn't relevant. I would fuck him and then leave, that was the way I did things.

Once the couple exited at their floor, Dean punched a code in.

"It won't stop at any other floors now." He said, turning to face me.

His eyes filled with desire. I moved so I was stood right in front of him. Slowly I edged forward so my body was pressing against his. Even in my six inch heels I only reached his throat. I snaked my arms around his neck, and pressed against him. Fuck, he was already rock hard, and from the feel of it he was blessed down there as well. The man really did have it all.

He closed his eyes and bit his lip. I shuffled against him, and he moaned, his hands grabbing my waist. I was desperate to feel his mouth against mine, and as if reading my mind, Dean bent down so his lips were hovering over mine. He brushed them over my nose, then my cheek, and then finally the corner of my mouth.

I let out a frustrated cry.

"Kiss me." I pleaded, his teasing getting too much to handle.

He let out a quiet laugh and shook his head. I pulled away, feeling annoyed.

"Not till we are in my room Paloma."

I folded my arms, and leaned against the wall. I knew I was being childish and sulking, but I was used to doing things on my terms.

In fact, I'd never had a man make me feel so needy. I wasn't use to it, and I certainly didn't like it.

Dean laughed again and walked over to me, pulling me into his arms.

"Wow, you aren't use to hearing no!"

The lift doors opened, and he took hold of my hand.

"Once we are in that room I won't stop kissing every inch of your body." He whispered, his voice low and seductive.

My whole body was aching for him. He hauled his key card out of his trouser pocket and opened the door, pulling me into the dark room. The only light was from the city skline.

I stumbled, and he caught me in his arms. I had barely caught my breath when his mouth crashed over mine. We were both panting and kissing like our lives depended on it. There was nothing romantic about the frantic way our tongues clashed together. It was raw and animalistic.

He lifted me up in his arms, not taking his lips from mine. I dropped my jacket and bag as he carried me into the bedroom, chucking me roughly onto the bed.

Unzipping my dress, I pulled it over my head, making sure I threw it on the chair by the door. I went to kick off my shoes, but he shook his head.

"Leave them on." He breathed.

I stretched out and laid back, giving him a good view of my body. I knew I looked good in my black lace underwear. His eyes drank me in, and he gave me a wicked smile.

It was my turn to watch him undress now. His eyes never left mine as he pulled off his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. I knew he would have a good body, but when he pulled his shirt off I grinned.

His chest and stomach were shaped by hard muscle and covered in smooth tanned skin. I was pleased to see a dusting of black hair over his body, it added to his manliness. He undid his trousers and pulled them off. His hard, thick thighs made my heart quicken and when he pulled off his boxers I felt a deep ache between my legs.

A perfect trail of hair lead from his navel to his cock. He was hard, and of course he was bigger than average. How could one man be so blessed? He stood staring at me, letting me take in his whole body. It was a sight I knew I would remember forever, there weren't many men like him out there.

He was on me again without warning, our bodies rocking together. His cock was rubbing against me, only the thin material of my panties separating us.

"These need to come off." He breathed, wrenching them off me.

I lifted my leg, and he hooked them over my shoe. They disappeared into the darkness as he chucked them to the side.

He lightly kissed my ankle, before planting kisses up my calf to my thigh. I squeezed my eyes shut, his stubble tickling me as he kissed his way to between my legs. His hot breath made me squirm, as he breathed over my bare cunt.

Anticipation was building up inside me, and I knew he was taking his time on purpose. It only added to my pleasure, and when he finally buried his face into me, my hips jerked up violently.

This wasn't the first time a man had gone down on me, but it was the quickest I had ever felt an orgasm build.

Everything he did felt amazing. From the gentle nip of his teeth on my clit, to the way his tongue pushed inside me. I was yanking his hair, thrusting up to his mouth.

"I want to taste you as you come all over my tongue." He growled.

I gripped his hair tighter as he put his face back between my legs. Each stroke of his tongue added to the pleasure building inside me. I was so close to coming. I was finally pushed over the edge as he sucked my clit hard, two of his finger's plunging inside me.

I closed my eyes as each wave of my orgasm took me to a new level of pleasure. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and I cried his name. Holy hell, I had never had an orgasm like that before. When the waves finally stopped, he sat up, and wiped his mouth with his forearm.

His eyes were filled with desire, the look on his face so primal and sexual I was taken aback. My body raged with desire, I was nowhere near done with him yet. He stood up, and disappeared into the bathroom. Once he returned, he was holding a foil packet. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking at me.

"Get your ass over here." He said, his voice desperate with need.

I slid to the end of the bed, and took the condom packet from him. His dick was so hard, all thick eight inches of it. I grabbed his erection in my hand, and gave it a squeeze, twisting my hand over its entire length. I heard him murmur under his breath, and then he closed his eyes. Using my teeth, I ripped the packet open, rolling the condom over his cock.

I laid back on the bed as he climbed on top of me. The familiar ache had filled my body again, and I wanted him to fuck me more than anything else in this world.

He pushed inside me with one thrust, and I screamed his name.

It took a few moments for me to adjust to him. He held my hands above my head as he pulled all the way out, then thrust back in hard. Our bodies slapped together, both of us slick in sweat, and desperate for release. He pulled the lace cups of my bra down, his tongue flicking over each one of my nipples.

Pleasure was firing through my body. I sank my stiletto heel into the back of his leg, causing him loosen his grip on my wrists. I took the opportunity to move my hands to his back, pulling him closer to me. He increased the speed of each thrust, creating a knot of pleasure inside me. I dug my nails into the broad muscle of his back, the sensation becoming too much to handle.

His face was burrowed in my neck, his breath hot. We were both lost in our own pleasure, searching for release. When I felt his lips against mine, I groaned. He moved his tongue in and out of my mouth, matching the pace in which he fucked me.

His final thrust was hard and deep. He stayed still, his cock stimulating every nerve ending deep within me. The knot inside me came undone, and he captured my cries in his mouth, kissing me fervently. I felt his cock throbbing as he finally filled the condom.

Fuck.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us exhausted. After a couple of minutes, he kissed the top of my head, and moved off me, leaving the bed to dispose of the condom. I rolled onto my side, still overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasms. The chemistry between us was insane, I'd never experienced anything like it before.

I kicked off my shoes and exhaled loudly. The bed dipped, and his arms wrapped around me instantly.

"Can you stay tonight?" He whispered, pulling my hair to the side. His lips brushed over my ear, as he planted soft kisses down my throat.

I closed my eyes, getting lost in his kisses. How could I say no to that?

"Yes, I can." I said, promising myself that I would leave when he fell asleep.

I couldn't bring myself to leave yet. In fact, I didn't want to. I turned to face him, and I ran my hand down his face to his chest. His skin was so soft and warm, and touching him did crazy things to me.

"Do you live in London?" He asked, wrapping my leg over his hip.

I nodded. This was uncharted territory for me. Once the sex was done, I felt no need to hang around and talk. In fact, I didn't like telling any of the men I fucked about myself.

"Did you grow up here?" He said, stroking my hair.

"Yes, in Croydon." I replied, deciding there was only one way to stop his questions.

I climbed on top of him, and he rolled onto his back. Undoing my bra, I chucked it to the floor. He reached up to feel my breasts, but I moved his hands away.

I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, biting his bottom lip. He grabbed hold of my waist, and I moved his hands away again. An amused smile spread across his face, but he seemed to get the message. I was taking back control, unnerved by the feelings he had somehow stirred up inside of me.

I wriggled down his body; planting kisses down his throat. My tongue licked over his hard chest, and then the firm ridges of muscle on his stomach.

I reached his erection, kissing the head of his cock. I felt him tense as my tongue swirled around it, and I took it in my mouth.

He grabbed my hair, and I took him deeper. He was so big, but I managed not to gag.

"Fuckkkkk, Paloma." He moaned, pulling my hair.

I moved my mouth back up, and flicked my tongue around the head. His stomach muscles tightened, as his breathing became shallow. My tongue travelled over his shaft, and I let him pull my hair, guiding my mouth to where he needed it the most.

Making my killer move, I slowly moved my hand to his balls. I started to massage them, and he swore. Smiling to myself, I pushed my mouth down on his cock without warning. He let out a surprised cry, and I knew that the power was back in my hands… well mouth, to be more accurate.

"I'm going to come." He moaned, pushing me so that his full length was in my mouth. I clawed at his thigh, struggling to keep him inside. I didn't want to pull away, so I closed my eyes, and sucked hard.

He let out a primal grunt as he climaxed, hot liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed it, and he groaned. When he had finally finished, he let go of my head, and I came up for air.

He was collapsed on his back, panting. I could see beads of sweat on his chest, and I felt a smug sense of satisfaction. I wiped my mouth, and laid down beside him.

"You are something else." He said, holding his arms open, and pulling me against his body.

I smiled, and rested my head on his chest. His hand stroked my waist and hip, sending shivers down my spine. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, as it moved with every breath he took.

I tensed. After everything we had done, this was the moment that made me feel uncomfortable. Tears stung my eyes, this wasn't how it was supposed to feel. There was a sense of intimacy between us that I had never felt before, I wasn't prepared for it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He said, concern filling his voice.

I fought back my tears.

"Nothing."

He was quiet, and I could tell he didn't believe me. Thankfully, he didn't ask any more questions.

I must have drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up Dean was snoring beside me. I watched him for a few minutes, committing his handsome face to memory.

Reluctantly, I got out of his bed. I found my bra and dress, and pulled them on. As I picked up my shoes I looked around for my panties. Dean snorted, and rolled over in his sleep. Deciding not to risk him waking up, I crept out of the bedroom.

I quietly picked up my jacket and bag. I didn't want to linger too much, but I couldn't help but look around the penthouse in awe. Huge windows offered a breathtaking view of the London skyline. Thick carpet covered the floor, and a massive L-shaped sofa filled the centre of the room. It was pure luxury, and I wanted to know what he did to be able to afford to stay somewhere like this.

I crept out to the lift, entering the same code he had punched in. Once the doors shut, I leaned against the mirrored walls and I sighed. That was by far the best sex I'd ever had. It was a shame that it would never happen again. But those were my rules, and I'd made them for a very good reason.

I just had to remember that.


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