This seemed like an excellent idea. He had let me see his I.D. He had bought me a few drinks. He paid for the Uber. He asked enough about me without being too intrusive. I.D. was just for safety. I wanted to know that his name was in fact Scott and that he wasn’t some out of town loser trying to cheat on his spouse.

Scott was dressed in a navy blue business suit. He said he was at the bar with a few buddies from work for happy hour, but that I looked more interesting. And so the drinking began. I was out with a few friends who decided to call it an early night. I chose to stay behind and watch the basketball game from the bar. Getting lucky, was…well…lucky.

We had flirted over the game and how we could still make the best of the night. After asking for his I.D. and being satisfied that his information was checking out, he called the bartender to close out the tab. I slid my hand over to rest on his leg- a mere thank you for the drinks. Scott passed me a smile and squeezed my hand. Fire ignited.

I had called the Uber and requested the destination be my loft style condo. We hopped into the back of the hatchback, confirmed the destination, and then started playing. I had a hand in the middle of the seats. He grabbed my hand and teased me with his fingers. I finger walked over to his leg and began to brush the length of his quads. He sat still for a moment before turning his head to attempt to read my face in the dark car. He quietly slapped his hand to my leg and curled his fingers underneath the hem of my dress.

We let the fire slowly sizzle for the entire ride. I could feel his intensity behind me when I put my key into the lock of my door. I had no idea how this was going to go, but I was oh so willing to find out how. I stepped into my loft and was barely able to drop my purse and keys before Scott pushed the door closed behind us and pressed my back to the adjacent wall.

Our eyes were still adjusting to the dark of the loft. He positioned one hand on the wall beside my head and the other he used to guide his thumb down my jaw line. I watched his growing desire in awe. He worked his thumb to my bottom lip and traced the shape of its plumpness. I opened my mouth and let his thumb come in. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the preview of sucking on him.

He withdrew his finger and replaced the space with his mouth. He drew me in with gentle force and wildness. I pulled him into me. I could feel what was ready for me. Heat radiated from his groan. He begged to be let loose from his structured pants. Scott took hold of my wrists and raised them above my head further pinning me to the wall.

He sloppily let go of my mouth and followed the distance of my neck with his tongue. My head fell against the wall and my heartbeat quickened. He continued to travel south, lowering his grip on my wrists. He kissed my shoulders through the fabric of my dress, kissed the top curve of my breasts, and then clenched down on my nipples with his teeth. I cried out in pure euphoria.

I pulled my arms down to Scott’s shoulder and pushed him back. It was my turn to be in control. I thought back and forth of whether to go to the couch or go upstairs to the bedroom. I pushed him towards the couch and sat him down. I straddled him and used my mouth on his neck. He had a few days old scruff that scratched my cheek. I steadied myself on his muscular chest. He pulled at his tie to untie it and I pulled it over his head.

I settled into his lap more feeling him exactly where I wanted him. He shifted his hips up higher to feel more pressure. He groaned and let his head fall back into the cushion. I gyrated some more and then started to unbutton his shirt. Scott lifted his head and my dress over my own at the same time. He pulled me into him. My breasts were level with his face. He kissed their bare curves while he worked the hooks on my bra-strap.

They bounced free out of my bra. He cupped my breasts and embraced them with his hands. He used his thumb to tease one nipple while sucking the other one in his mouth. I moaned and gyrated uncontrollably. I was still wearing my panties, but I knew they were soaked. I attempted to calm myself to be able to speak. Doing so was not easy, but doing so was going to be so, so worth it.

“I want you inside me.” My head was spinning.

Scott picked me up from my ass and hurriedly laid me down on the couch. He sucked in my nipples one more time and ripped off the rest of his suit.

“Fuck, I want you,” He stared down at me, fit between my legs, and slowly showed me exactly what I had been waiting for.