The clock ticked past midnight, then one, then two.
His girlfriend's face flashed in his mind, sweet, trusting, but it blurred against the vivid image of her....those eyes, that smile. It was deadly....
the way she looked at him like she knew exactly what he wanted.
What he needed.
By dawn, exhaustion won out, but it was a restless slumber, filled with dreams that bled into reality.
He woke with a start, sweat-slicked and aching, the evidence of his late night overthinking sesh staining the sheets...he knew what he had done...he didn't want to admit it but....he had busted all over the very sheets he had washed just a few days ago.
Shame burned in his chest, but beneath it, a hunger gnawed, sharper than ever.
Work was a blur. He sat at his desk, staring at spreadsheets that swam before his eyes, his mind replaying the motel scene on loop.
The way she'd said "Hey" again, that final word hanging in the air like an invitation.
What if he'd stayed? What if he'd given in?
Lunch break came, and he wandered the building aimlessly, coffee in hand, trying to shake the fog.
But fate, or perhaps something more sinister, had other plans.
As he walked outside...he spotted it.
There she was, leaning against a lamppost outside his office building, scrolling on her phone.
Her hair caught the sunlight again, that same effortless glow as last time, and when she looked up, spotting him, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.
"Hey," she called, her voice smooth as silk, wrapping around him like a blanket.
He froze, heart slamming against his ribs. She pushed off the post, slow walking towards him with a sway that made his mouth go dry.
"Fancy seeing you here."
He swallowed hard, glancing around as if someone might save him.
"What... what are you doing?"
She shrugged, stepping closer, her perfume, something floral and heady, filling his senses.
"I saw you through one of the windows as I was walking by, said I'd wait a bit."
Her eyes dipped, tracing his body in a way that made heat in his body rise.
"You look... tense."
"I have to go," he stammered, but his feet didn't move.
She was magnetic, pulling him in despite every rational thought screaming to run.
"Do you?" She tilted her head, her gaze locking onto his.
"Or do you not want to talk? About last night?"
His breath hitched.
"There was nothing to talk about. I left."
"But you didn't want to." It wasn't a question.
She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm, sending a jolt straight to his core.
"I saw it in your eyes. Felt it in the way you stared at me."
He shook his head, but the denial felt weak.
"I have a girlfriend."
She laughed softly, a sound that vibrated through him. "And? Does she make you feel like this?"
Her hand slid higher, tracing the line of his jaw, her thumb grazing his lower lip.
"Does she leave you hard and aching, dreaming about what could be?"
She had hit the bullseye.
Ravin's resolve crumbled. He grabbed her wrist, intending to pull away,
but instead, he held on, his grip tightening.
"Stop," he whispered, but his voice lacked conviction.
"Why?" She leaned in,
her breath warm against his ear.
"Because you know it's true. You want me, don't you?... Admit it!"
The words hung between them, heavy with truth.
Before he could think, he was following her again, this time to a nearby alley, shadowed and secluded.
She backed him against the wall, her body pressing flush against his, and he didn't resist.
Her lips found his, softer this time, teasing, drawing out the kiss until he was gasping.
His hands roamed, exploring the curves he'd only glimpsed before.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands yanking at his belt, freeing his throbbing dick.
It sprang out, thick and veiny, the head glowing with arousal.
"God, look at you," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive underside in each and every direction.
"So big, so hard for me."
Ravin groaned, his hips bucking into her grip.
He shoved her against the brick wall, hiking up her skirt to reveal her soaked panties.
Already drenched with her bodily juices.
He ripped them aside, fingers plunging into her slick flaps.
She was dripping, her pussy clenching around his fingertips as he pumped them in and out, curling to hit her G-spot.
"Fuck, you're wet," he rasped, adding a third finger, stretching out her tight hole.
"Yes... oh god, yes," she gasped, her head falling back, tits heaving with each breath.
Her clit swelled under his thumb, and he rubbed it in circles, watching her writhe. "Don't stop... make me cum."
He dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs.
His tongue lapped at her clit, sucking the swollen nub into his mouth while his fingers fucked her relentlessly.
She tasted sweet and tangy, her juices coating his chin as she ground against his face, her hands pulling his hair.
"Eat my pussy, yess... fuck me with your tongue."
He obliged, thrusting his tongue deep into her cunt, feeling her walls tremble around it.
She came hard, her thighs clamping around his head, a gush of wetness flooding his mouth as she screamed, her body shuddering in ecstasy.
But he wasn't done.
Standing, he spun her around, bending her over a crate, her ass presented to him like an offering.
He rubbed his cockhead against her slick entrance, teasing her folds.
"Beg for it," he demanded, voice rough.
"Please... fuck me," she whimpered, pushing back against him.
"Ram that big dick into Maliahs tight little pussy....I-I need it."
With a growl, he slammed into her, burying his cock balls-deep in one thrust.
She was tight, hot, her walls gripping him like a vice.
"Shit, you're so fucking tight," he grunted, pulling back only to pound in again, setting a brutal pace.
The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the alley, her ass jiggling with each impact.
"Harder... fuck my pussy harder," she cried, her fingers digging into the crate.
He reached around, pinching her nipples through her blouse, twisting them until she moaned louder.
His balls slapped against her clit, the sensation building her toward another orgasm.
He felt it coming....her pussy spasming around his shaft, milking him.
"Cum for me," he ordered, one hand sliding down to rub her clit furiously.
She exploded, her juices squirting around his cock, soaking his thighs as she wailed in pleasure.
The sight, the feel, pushed him over the edge.
He thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he unloaded wave after wave of hot cum into her, filling her pussy until it dripped down her legs, some falling into her boots soaking her socks wet...the rest pooling onto the floor.
They collapsed against the wall, panting, his softening dick still twitching inside her.
The aftereffects were electric, but reality crashed back...guilt, shame, the sticky evidence of their sin.
She turned, kissing him softly, tasting herself on his lips. "See? That wasn't so bad."
He pulled out, cum leaking from her well-fucked hole, and left it limping over his thigh, heart pounding. "Haaah...haaah...that's was.... intense.."
She looked up at him, panting.
Then asked, "what's your name?"
Ravin looked down....fully grasping that he had basically fucked a stranger and cummed in her, all without telling her his name.
"My names...Ravin...and yours?"
She blushed
"Cute name...mines Maliah.."
They stared at one another for a solid minute....
Then—
A realization hit Ravin.
"Shit...I got a job to get back to!"