FicWad

So first I have to say that this is one of my most favorite things I've ever written....hope you like...I know that this chapter might seem out of nowhere, but trust me it is going somewhere! just gimme time.



I stood outside the Caesar, looking up at the brightly lit Billboard. I tugged at the bottom of my blue sequin dress, wondering whether I should go in. My body longed to feel him inside me again, even though it had only been three days since our last meeting. My heart thumped faster at the thought of how amazing the sex had been. But on the other hand, I knew getting it wouldn't be easy to get out of him.

I looked down at my phone; it was 10:55. Maybe he had already left, in which case I would just meet up with some of my friends at a house party. But I knew I had to go in. I took a deep breath, shook out my dark brown hair and squared my shoulders. The bouncer smiled as I walked up to him, looking me up and down.

"Hey honey, how you doing tonight?"

"I'm alright Dante," I answered, looking down at his name tag. "Listen, I'm running sort of late. I was supposed to meet my friend awhile ago. Any chance I don't have to wait in line?" I had leaned forward a little, my arms pushing my breasts together to create more cleavage. He looked down at them and licked his lips.

"Anything for a beautiful woman he answered, removing the velvet rope and letting me pass him; he didn't even bother to check my ID. the people in line started groaning, but once the music enveloped me, the scene behind me was forgotten.

I stood just inside the door, not quite sure what I should do. People manoeuvred around me, some stopping to take a look at me, before being hustled away by following females. Moments after I elected to head over to the bar, someone grabbed me and whisked me across the club. I looked over to see Brendon.

"Oh?"

"You're late. Ryan doesn't like to be kept waiting, it makes him nervous."

I stamped my feet on the ground, not allowing him to pull me any further.

"What the fuck happened on Tuesday Brendon?"

"Can we not talk about that?" He turned his head away from me.

"Did you not want to have sex with me?"

"Listen," he said sternly, pulling me aside. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you. Finishing myself off wasn't nearly as satisfying as it should have been, especially knowing that you were on the next room with Ryan. By the sounds of it, you had a better deal. I've never been able to make a girl moan the way Ryan made you."

"Well," I said, leaning into his neck. "We could test your theory right now." My lips connected to his jaw, but he gently pushed me away.

"I can't do that to Ryan. Now come on, you're late enough." He tugged on my arm, and I followed him towards the back of the club. We passed a large man, blocking a section of the club I had never seen before.

"Where are we going?"

We arrived at a room that was enclosed with glazed glass doors. He opened the door, and gave me a little push. I looked about the dark room and heard the door close behind me. The room I stood inside was dark and quiet, save for the small vibrations coming from the music. A small candle sat in the middle of a marble table, which was surrounded by a large leather seat. It was then that I finally noticed Ryan.

"You're late."

"I didn't have to come at all."

He smirked. "We both knew you would come." He motioned towards the seat. I obliged, but was a little weary. There was a pink bag sitting next to him, with white tissue paper poking out of the edges. I raised my eyebrow and was about to ask him what we were doing there when he answered my question.

"I gave you what you wanted last time, and while that was fucking amazing, we're going to do it my way." He ran a hand through his hair and leaned forward. "I know it doesn't look like it, but I could keep you going for hours. So if you want that, then you'll sit here and tell me about yourself. And you can start by telling me your name."

"Ryan, if you’re going to make me jump through hoops just to sleep with you, then you can think again. I can get sex whenever I want."

"I doubt that you'll find someone who can make you feel as good as I can. Trust me, you haven't experienced anything yet." His confidence was something he had not displayed before, and it made him more attractive. "I think we could work out a pretty good situation if you just do what I say." I slowly realized that I had lost all control of the situation, and that was a feeling I was not used to.

"My name is Valarie."

"Valerie," he repeated, and smiled. "That's a lovely name. Thank you for cooperating. I intended for this meeting to be a little longer, but because you were late, we've got to get moving along. I have something for you.". He pulled up the pink bag and placed it in front of me. "I've reserved us a room upstairs. I want you to go upstairs, change into what is inside that bag, and wait for me. Check in under the names Bonnie and Clyde." I had to give it to him, he had piqued my interest, and I was beginning to look forward to the night.

I hesitated only briefly before I grabbed the bag and exited the room. It took me only five minutes to reach the check-in desk of the hotel.

"How can we help you today?" asked the clerk.

"Um, I'm checking in."

"Name please?"

"Bonnie and Clyde." My cheeks flushed red at the name, but the clerk smiled and said, "We've been waiting for you." She waved to someone behind me, and they were immediately at my side.

"Let me show you to your room Miss." He led me to the elevator, which we took to one of the highest levels of the hotel. We got off, and walked down a hallway that had velvet walls.

"Here we are." He pushed the room key into the slot, and swung the door open. "Please enjoy your stay." He handed me the key and left me to enter the room alone. Slowly, I made my way into the large suite, absolutely at a loss of words. The white carpet was littered with red rose petals. I followed the trail into the bedroom, where candles were scattered throughout the room. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene. Why had he gone through all this trouble for me? He didn't even know who I was. I could feel myself start to well up, but I reminded myself why I was there and quickly hardened my shell again.

Suddenly remembering the bag in my hand, I reached a hand in and pulled out what appeared to be a red, see through lace camisole with a matching thong. I stripped out of my dress, neatly placing it on a chair in the corner, and put on what Ryan had bought me. With nothing to do but wait, I laid myself down on the bed.

Maybe five minutes later, the door to the bedroom slowly opened and in walked Ryan. His shirt was already unbuttoned, revealing his pale skin. He stood in front of the bed, his eyes roaming over every part of my body. I felt self conscious all of a sudden.

"If you could see the way you looked right now," he whispered. "I know you like getting fucked, but you need to know the difference between fucking and making love." My heart began to race at his words. No, that's not what I wanted. I never wanted that again. Rough, dirty sex was all I ever wanted to experience ever again. I couldn't do intimate, it would hurt me to remember. The words caught in my throat as I tried to tell him that it was a mistake to be there with him. My eyes fought back tears as he joined me on the bed and took my face in his hands and slowly brought his lips to mine. His soft lips moved against mine with perfect skill. I could feel his tongue move along my bottom lip, silently asking me to open my mouth. I did so immediately, but I was still trying to fight back tears as Ryan brought a hand to the back of my neck and deepened the kiss. One of his other hands slowly moved down the curves of my body where it came to rest just above the fabric of my thong. Slowly, as if to gauge my reaction, he pushed the fabric aside and roamed his hand over the bare surface. Then he slid a finger along my moistened slit, causing me to break away from our kiss and moan.

"Touch me," he whispered as his finger moved up and down my increasingly wet lips. My hands immediately came up and roamed his torso. His lips were now attached to my neck, slowly going lower until they reached the top curve of my breast. With his fingers still massaging my lower region, his teeth bit on the top of the camisole, pulling it down to let my breasts become free. He took his time looking down at them before kissing each one. His tongue darted along my nipple and across my chest to the other. My hands involuntarily left his torso and came up to grab his hair. His hand disappeared from between my legs and I opened my eyes to see him lick his finger.

"Fuck, you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." His voice came out raspy and uneven. His hand went back down, but this time, he pushed his fingers inside me. This unexpected gesture caused me to arch my back and moan louder. Ryan smiled at me before he dipped his head back down to continue his work on my chest.

"Oh god Ryan," I whispered, getting a tighter hold on his hair. He was nibbling on my nipple, pulling it and twisting it gently with his teeth. "Oh fuck."

After a few minutes of his fingers moving in and out of my slit and his mouth making my breasts raw, he licked his fingers again and closed his eyes.

"You have no fucking idea," he said in the same raspy tone as before. He moved down the bed, hooked his fingers over the elastic of my thong, and pulled it off. His face hovered inches above my area, I could feel his warm breath against the skin. He parted my lips with his fingers, and without further hesitation, buried his tongue inside. My entire body burned with an unfamiliar sensation of lust stronger than anything I had ever felt before as his tongue darted all around, leaving no space untouched. My back arched once again, only this time it stayed that way.

"Holy fuck," I groaned, holding onto the side of the bed. Any feeling of not wanting him to make love to me vanished. my body and mind became so engrossed in this new sensation. My skin became sensitive to every touch, as if I could feel it in every part of my body. It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm coming. My insides began to tighten, I awaited the feeling to take over my body, but I felt Ryan stop.

"No, please, don't stop," I pleaded. He crawled back up my body and then placed his hands on either side of my face.

"I want to be inside you when you cum," he whispered. His thumbs rubbed my cheeks and he smiled. "Besides, we have all night sugar."

"Please!"

His lips silenced me immediately. My taste lingered in his mouth: this made me even more aroused. My hands searched for the button to his pants and successfully undid it. He helped me push them down his legs, and then sat up to take his remaining articles off. Then he took my hands and pulled me up, holding me against him. His legs were on either side of me, and his hard member was pressing against my stomach. One of his hands went up to hold the back of my head, while the other pressed me close to him. We sat like this for a long moment, his chest against mine. I thought for a moment that I could feel his heart beat. Then he let me go, kissed me, and began tugging the camisole up. I lifted my arms over my head so that he could slip it off easier, and when it lay crumpled beside the bed, my arms came down behind his head. He lowered me to the bed carefully, and kissed me again. His knees pushed my legs apart, and my chest heaved. I felt him press his head against my opening, and closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes." I obeyed, looking up into his beautiful eyes. "I want you to look at me when I enter you." Slowly, he pushed himself inside me, driving my senses crazy. I had to work extra hard just to keep my eyes open, but I managed. Once fully inside me, he stopped for a moment as his eyes stared deeply into mine. This made me blush and I had to look a way, but he pushed my chin so that I had to look at him.

"Don't you ever think for even a second that you deserve anything less than this." With that, he slowly began pumping himself into me. His eyes never once left mine as he sped up, though he did break eye contact to lean his head down and capture my lips.

It took him only a quarter of an hour to get me to my first orgasm, another quarter to my second, and ten minutes after that to get me to my third, when he finally climaxed too.

Ryan collapsed on top of me, his heart once again pounding against mine. I had never felt so exhausted, but then again, I had never had three orgasms in one session of sex before. I felt myself drifting off into sleep, and before I knew it, my eyes flew open to the sound of a voice.

"Good morning," Ryan said, gently sweeping a hand across my face. "You're still here." My eyes found the clock on the wall, and I started panicking. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and I usually liked to be gone from a one night stand at three. I jumped up and rushed into the bathroom without a word, making sure to grab my dress and shoes. A quick glance in the mirror told me that my face was still decent, except for a tiny bit of smudged liner underneath my eyes. I fixed that, threw on my clothes, rinsed my mouth, and stepped out of the bathroom. Ryan had put on his pants and sat at the foot of the bed.

"I should be going."

He didn't look angry or upset like I had expected, in fact he was smiling a little.

"At least I got you to stay this long this time."

"Ry-"

"Valerie," he interrupted, standing up. "I'd really like to take you out sometime."

"I told you before, I don't do relationships."

"Well who’s talking about a relationship?"

"I really should go." I started towards the door but remembered a question. I turned around to find him only a few steps away from me. "Ryan, what was this all about? You went through all this trouble, and you don't even know me."

"But I do know you."

"Knowing that I sleep around doesn't mean you know me."

He stepped forward and took my face in his hands. His eyes searched mine; looking for something I didn't understand.

"I do know you Valerie. I can't tell you how just yet, but believe me when I say I know things about you that you probably don't talk about to anyone. I know you, and one day I'll prove that to you. But for now, I can only tell you that I am here to help you and to protect you from yourself." He kissed me, and then disappeared into the washroom. I stumbled out of the room, trying to hold myself together, but once I was out of the suite and in the hallway, I fell against the wall and started to cry.