Chapter 2 CHAPTER TWO: SECRETS AND SILK

ZARA

This mysterious bartender had been right; I needed shots. The buzz in my head made it all better. He rounded the counter and stood before me. He looked better, even closer to me than he did standing behind the counter.

My lips parted in joy as my eyes ran over his body. Even underneath the silky black button-up shirt that I was convinced only he could pull off, his muscles were bulging out as if begging for release.

I inched closer; my hand settled on his upper arm as my stomach responded with joy. His arms were firmer than I would have ever thought. I smiled and tilted my head.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” He murmured, his voice low, vibrating my core, as his eyes stayed on me, searching every inch and corner of my face.

“Already?” The word popped out of my mouth before I could control it. I was the one who suggested a one-night stand, yet why did the thought of it happening actually terrify me?

“Are you having second thoughts, princess?” he asked.

I had always hated people referring to me as 'princess' because whenever they did, it was because they thought I was some kind of spoilt brat who was handed her entire life on a platter, but the way he said it made me want to become one.

“That is not it,” I lied. I hadn’t come in there to fall into anyone’s bed, especially not the strikingly handsome bartender; it scared me.

“Are you off work already?”

He looked back to the counter that now stood empty and shrugged. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't want him to lose his job over it.

“I mean, I can wait till after your shift…” The words got stuck in my throat as his finger traced the edge of my lips gently. I couldn't wait, and I hated that he knew it.

“I have asked someone else to come in,” he said, like he owned the place.

“But your boss…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed, and I nodded. It was a one-night stand, just something to take my mind off the madness brewing at home, and then I won't have to worry about him after.

His hand gently crept onto my waist, pulling me closer to him; a gasp escaped my lips as my hand connected with his firm chest.

“Let us get out of here,” he mumbled gently.

He turned without waiting for a response from me and pulled me to the back room and then up the stairs to reveal a set of rooms probably created for nights like this. I had been to this bar a few times but never knew of the back room here.

After all, it was not like I was fucking men whenever I was in here. He opened the door and pulled me in; my back connected with the door as soon as it shut, and before I could catch my breath, his lips smashed against mine.

With urgency, as if he had been waiting for it his entire life. He tugged on my lips with his teeth lightly and pulled away, his icy blue eyes warm and peering into mine.

“Do you want to shower first or…”

I hated the gentlemanly nature he was showing. There was a beast in there, and that was what I wanted. I grabbed his collar and pulled him down, my lips capturing his mouth before he could finish the statement.

My fingers tugged on his collar as they crept up to his neck and to his hair. His hand pressed under my bum as he pulled me up to rest on him. My legs wrapped around his waist. It felt like it was made to be, and I loved it.

He spun me around, carrying me like I weighed nothing, until we were standing over the bed. He pulled off gently, and my chest heaved as I stared at his face. My hand dropped from his hair, tracing the features on his face gently.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, concern lining his eyes. My breath hitched as my head bopped with urgency.

My fingers connected with his shirt as I hurriedly undid the buttons my hand could reach, granting me access to his bare chest. The scent of his body filled my nose – a mixture of ambergris and oud and the lingering scent of aftershave.

He dumped me onto the bed, taking off his shirt before hovering over me like I was prey he was about to take. That darkness in his eyes was what I wanted.

“Fuck me,” I murmured, holding his eyes as I realised that I didn’t know this man’s name and maybe I didn’t need to know.

“You can’t back out,” he warned, and my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him down. His weight on me was what I needed, and I felt his dick press against my thigh.

He leaned in, his mouth trailing wet, sloppy kisses against my chin and then down my body. When his lips connected with the top of my breast, I felt a surge of electricity through my body.

“Ah,” I gasped as my eyes shut on their own and my legs that were tightly on him dropped to the bed. He raised himself gently as his hand worked with my gown, pulling it down by the sleeves. I sat up as much as I could with my eyes still on his as I helped him take off my dress.

I lay back in my matching underwear set. It was the only time my mother’s words seemed to make sense.

“Fuck, princess! You are beautiful.” The words left his mouth, and a smug smile climbed my lips.

He desired me as I did him. My hands touched his belt gently, circling, and my hand dropped gently to his bulge in his trousers. A single stroke from my fingers made him let out another moan to my satisfaction.

He lowered himself onto me, kissing as he went down and down my body. His finger played on my panty line for a moment, leaving hot, burning trails on it as he continued to suck on my breast. Somehow, my bra had come undone, and I was glad.

He pushed away my pants, and his hand pushed into me, one finger at a time. My eyes widened, and I bit the inside of my cheeks trying to control myself. I arched my back and closed my eyes, allowing the subtle movements of his hands to pleasure me.

He started slowly, but his tempo increased without looking up at me. He worked, allowing me to climax before he pulled his hand out of me. He raised his head and, with his eyes firmly on me, he stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked on it like a dare.

“My turn,” I declared, pushing him to the bed until I was on him. I sat on his lowered leg and took off his belt with all the urgency I could muster. His erection stood in welcome; my fingers wrapped around it delicately.

I lowered my head, taking the tip of it at first before gently easing it into my mouth inch by inch until it reached the back of my throat. The movement was slow and teasing at first until his hand pressed my head down, controlling it to his pace.

When I felt him leak, I finally raised my head, licking the residue on the corner of my lips. I held it carefully, sitting on it as he filled me. I arched my back riding on him with as much urgency as I could pull together.

Between us, no more words were spoken, only groans, moans and gasps at how skilled we both were.