Alice's POV
I stared at him, my chest heaving, and my mind screaming at me to stop. But then… why did I feel a pull so strong I couldn't resist? My divorce had just gone through. My husband was gone. My life felt like it had collapsed into nothing. And now here I was, in his room, inches away from a man I had no right to touch.
"Stop," I whispered, shaking my head. But it wasn't him I was thinking about; it was me.
It was this sudden, reckless urge that had taken over. A fleeting thought whispered in the back of my mind:
"It's just one night, just tonight. It won't matter."
He took a step back, giving me the space I pretended to want. But instead of stepping away, I found myself moving forward. My hand reached for his chest, feeling the warmth under my fingers, tracing the lines of his muscles through the fabric. I closed the distance, pressing my lips to his.
He froze at first, surprise flashing across his face, but he didn't pull away. That was all I needed. I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding over his shoulders, tangling in the fabric of his shirt. He let out a low groan, and it sent a thrill through me.
I guided him toward the bed, my fingers curling in the back of his shirt, pulling him down as I straddled his thighs. His hands landed on my waist, but I didn't let him take the lead. My dress was already loose, slipping from my shoulders. I let it fall completely to reveal my perfect curves. My boobs bounced as I moved towards him, and I could feel his eyes all over me.
His eyes roamed over me; they were dark and hungry, and I saw that spark of surprise again. I leaned in, kissing him harder, my hands unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as my own pulse raced. I traced the lines of his chest with my lips, sucking hard on them.
I kissed him lower, dragging my lips from his chest down to the waistband of his pants, feeling the hardness straining against the fabric. He let out a sharp breath, clutching my hips as I whispered,
"It's just tonight… just tonight, we forget everything else."
His hands roamed over my back, down to my thighs, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat pooling between us. His thumbs brushed against my hardened nipple, and I let out a moan. He came close and placed my left boob into his mouth and started sucking on it.
"Oooh," I moaned in pleasure as I pressed it closer into his mouth. He moved onto the next one and started interchanging between both, his hands playing somewhere on my clit as he carefully brushed them.
He lifted me and traced a kiss down to my clit. His breath on them could make me pass out before his tongue rolled over my pinkies as I grabbed his head and pulled it closer. His tongue circled over my dripping clit.
"Oh... Fuck," I cursed under my breath.
I traced my lips along his neck, feeling him shiver beneath me, his hands clutching my waist tighter. I leaned back, letting him see me.
He shifted beneath me, pressing into me, and I gasped, feeling him now very hardened, my hands gripping his shoulders and my body trembling.
I pressed my lips to his again, my tongue tracing his as my hands roamed lower, undoing the belt with urgency and slipping my hands inside to fill his bulge. I brushed my hands over it intentionally, and he responded with a moan that made me shiver.
I climbed from his face, dragged his pants lower, and sat on his naked cock in one thrust. He jerked his head back in pleasure as he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I felt him slide into me, and the rush of sensation was overwhelming. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and my nails grazed his skin as we moved together. I went on and on, increasing my pace.
We moved together with desperate intensity, and pleasure ran through me as I rolled my eyes over. I traced his chest with my lips, sucked along his collarbone, down to his stomach, and back to his neck, feeling him shudder beneath me, groaning and murmuring my name.
And then, when we could bear it no longer, we were going to release. My body tensed, shivering against his, and he followed moments later, our breaths ragged and our skin glistening with sweat.
I collapsed onto his chest, exhausted, with my hair plastered to my forehead and my arms wrapped around him.
I closed my eyes, letting the drunken exhaustion take over, and for the first time in weeks, I felt something resembling peace, even if it was just temporary and for one night.
I fell asleep, and the last thing I could remember was him pulling me over to the side gently.
When I woke up, my body felt heavy and sore. My arm moved automatically, seeking the warmth beside me. That's when I froze.
He was there. Still naked and sprawled beside me, breathing evenly in sleep. And I, still under the sheets, was completely exposed. My heart hammered as I quickly managed to get up.
"Oh God…" I whispered, leaping upright.
Panic surged as I grabbed the nearest clothes, shoving them on, barely breathing. My mind raced: What have I done?
I was still looking around for my panties when I heard a knock on the door. It came the first time, and just when I thought I had misheard, it came again.
I jumped, my pulse spiking, and there wasn't time to think. I grabbed my phone and a pair of shoes, and I darted toward the side door, barely remembering it was there. I slid it open and slipped into the quiet hall. My heart pounding in my ears.
"What have I done… what have I done?" I whispered to myself as I rushed out.