“Guys, I don’t want to go out there.”

My three best friends forced me out of the house tonight, but I can only think about going to bed. This week has been hell and I just need to relax.

“Come on, Valentine! Just one song.”

“No! You guys go ahead. I’ll be at the bar.”

They giggle and make their way to the dance floor as I push through a sea of people to buy a drink. When I finally make it, I realize that the guy who was there before is gone and has been replaced by a scantily clad girl in tights and a mini-dress. I try to yell over the music, but she doesn’t even acknowledge me. The man was much nicer. This girl is only talking to the guys at the bar and they’re eating it up. I wonder how much she makes in tips a night. Suddenly, I feel someone push past me and a dark shadow is cast over the counter. I turn my gaze and make eye contact with the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He’s clean cut, but disheveled at the same time. His fitted suit covers a loosened black tie and a white shirt that’s unbuttoned just enough to see some ink peeking out from his chest. He grins at me and turns his attention back to the bartender with one hand in his pocket.

“Sarah! Two B52 shots.”

She smiles brightly at him and immediately attends to his drinks.

“What the hell? She won’t even look at me.”

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got it.”

Wait. One of those is for me? I don’t even know what a B52 shot is. I don’t know who this man is. Why is he even talking to me? I feel uncomfortable, but just the fact that he took notice of me makes me feel pretty good. Hot doesn’t even begin to cover what he is. It’s safe to say that he’s the best looking guy in this club. Scratch that. Best looking guy I’ve ever met. The girl, whom he called Sarah, brings over two shot glasses with layered liquid. The man pushes one toward me and I pick it up, smelling it before bringing it to my lips.

“Just drink it.”

It smells strong. Irish cream maybe? I shrug and toss my head back, feeling the liquid fall down my throat, burning the whole way. I slam the glass onto the bar and shake my head in response to the taste. It’s good, but very strong.

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter. D’ya like it?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright. Sarah, keep ‘em comin’.”

He turns to me again and leans against the bar on his elbows. His eyes are dark and mysterious; his grin is devious and sexy.

“I’m Zayn, by the way.”

“Valentine.”

“Wow, that’s a beautiful name.”

“Umm. Thanks.”

After about five more shots, I’ve learned hardly anything about this beautiful stranger. He’s called Zayn and he’s very cheeky.

“That dress is gorgeous on you. It’s the perfect amount of sexy. It tells me you’re hot, but leaves me wanting more.”

My face grows hot at his words. I’ve never had a man be so forward with me like this. Even worse, I’ve never liked it so much.

“Same with that shirt. What are your tattoos of?”

“Well, I’ve got quite a few.”

“I’ve always wanted one, but I’ve never been brave enough.”

He leans into me and I feel his lips brush my neck before he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

“What else haven’t you been brave enough to do?”

He pulls away and I feel my mouth water. I clear my throat and remember that he asked me a question.

“Welll, I’ve always wanted to smoke. Call in sick for no reason; just to have a lazy day. Skip one of my Uni classes…”

My voice trails off as I try to decide if I should continue. He looks at me inquisitively and my mouth moves faster than my brain.
“Have a one night stand.”

He chuckles and takes the last shot on the bar, throwing it back with ease, not even cringing as he sets the shotglass back down.

“I wanna show you something.”

Before I can react, he grabs my hand and pulls me away from the bar, wrapping his arm around my waist as the crowd clears a little. We start to walk up stairs past a guard in front of a red velvet rope. We’re going to the VIP room. I overlook the dance floor as we walk up the stairs and quickly find my girlfriends. They are having the time of their lives, dancing with drinks raised in the air. I chuckle lightly and feel Zayn push me carefully in front him as I walk through one of two doors. The other has music booming through it, but the one we enter is almost silent. I can hear the noise from downstairs, but it’s muffled. There are couches and comfortable chairs scattered in the large room, which is covered in dark red carpet. Zayn walks over to the glass wall and I follow him. Below is the dance floor. I can see the girls again. Chelsea is dancing on some guy. He’s really not that attractive. None of them are compared the man standing next to me. No one seems to even see us up above them; even the people looking up.

“It’s a two way mirror. They can’t see us.”

It reminds me of dance class. Suddenly, I feel Zayn’s two large hands wrap around my hips, turning me to face him as he presses his body into mine. I look up at him with fear in my eyes, but I don’t dare stop him. He leans down and places a surprisingly soft kiss on my parted lips. As soon as our lips meet, I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. I push my hips forward to feel his slacks tighten. At that moment, I know I’m not leaving this room without taking his clothes off. There’s simply no way in hell. I moan into his mouth and he breaks away, running his lips down my jawline and onto my neck. I tense up a little as he starts to suck at my neck, pulling blood to the spot and leaving a bruise. Something about that spot on my neck felt so good under his lips. He holds tightly around my waist and presses my back against the glass. I turn my head to grant him better access to my neck as he soothes the sensitive spot with his tongue. I can see the people partying below and the near silence in this room is eerie. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I’ve never done something like this. I’ve only ever slept with my ex and even then, it was boring.

“I can already tell you’re more experienced than I am.”

“Don’t worry, love. That’s the way I like it.”

He kisses my mouth again, this time with more force, his tongue slipping between my lips and sliding across the roof of my mouth. He pulls me away from the glass and starts to unzip my dress. I feel exposed even before he slips it off of my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. I consider kicking off my shoes, but I’m at the perfect height right now. He holds me tightly again, guiding me toward the middle of the room, finally pushing me down onto the couch. Instead of joining me, he slips off his jacket and pulls his tie off, unbuttoning his shirt all the way. He wasn’t kidding. He does have quite a few tattoos. He slides the shirt off of his shoulders and sits by my feet. He crawls on top of me and I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to my lips again. He rolls onto his side a little and his fingertips brush down my stomach, only stopping at my panty line for a second before sliding his hand under it. I buck my hips into his touch as he finds my clit with ease. He starts to rub circles over it while kissing me passionately.

After a few minutes of extreme pleasure, he slips one finger into my entrance, watching me to gauge my reaction. When I whimper in response, he grins, pushing it in farther as exhale.

“Please.”

“Please, what.”

“Move, anything!”

He starts to pump his finger in and out slowly, adding a second and quickening the pace. I feel as though I can’t breathe and he kisses my neck again in the same spot as before. I moan loudly and immediately, he stops.

“No-“

He presses a finger from his other hand to my lips.

“Shhh. I want to take you against the glass.”

My eyes widen and I nod in complete agreement as he stands up, pulling me off the couch with him. He picks up his jacket and retrieves a silver packet before dropping the coat to the ground again. I try my best to walk in my underwear and heels to the glass without falling. The longing for his touch rippling through my body doesn’t help.

“Now, hold on to the ledge.”

I comply with his every word, pressing my hands onto the ledge that sits at my hips.

“Don’t let go, alright?”

I nod impatiently as I hear the zipper of his pants and the ripping of foil. A few seconds later, my body warms at his touch. He slides his hands from my bra, down to my hips, looping his fingers under my underwear and yanking them down roughly. He pushes my back forward and I lean my chest and cheek against the glass. His knee pushes my legs apart and I spread them about a yard apart to give him room. I feel his breath on my neck and goose bumps rise all over my body when his member meets my entrance. He ever so slowly pushes in until I feel his hips meet my ass. He slides his arms past my waist on either side and rests his hands between mine on the ledge as he pulls back, only to thrust in again. He keeps a slow pace, speaking softly into my ear.

“How does that feel?”

“So fucking good.”

Who am I? That doesn’t even sound like me. He chuckles and starts to thrust harder, pushing my body into the glass more each time. I can see the people below, dancing and having fun, but I know none of them feel as good as I do right now.

“Zayn. Faster!”

I feel like he’s teasing me at this point. I need more friction.

“You asked for it.”

Suddenly, he starts to move at a much faster pace, roughly shoving himself into me and nibbling at my shoulder. I moan and tighten my grip on the ledge, trying to balance myself. I start to move in his rhythm, backing myself onto him as he pushes in, deepening his length inside me. Now, it’s his turn to moan.

“Valentine. Ughhh! Shit. You feel incredible.”

His words bring me closer to climax and after his handiwork on the couch, I know I won’t last very much longer.

“Harder, Zayn. Harder!”

He strengthens his movements, still keeping the quick pace and I start to lose my breath. His moans are raspy and fill me with even more desire. I break my promise, taking one hand away from the ledge and raising it to wrap around his neck as I turn my head enough for him to reach my lips. The kiss is lustful and messy, but I could care less. He pounds into me over and over and I lose control of everything. Yells emit my mouth and my vision blurs as I regain my balance on the ledge as he slowly pulls out and hammers into me one last time to make me come. My body shakes as he releases into the condom, resting his forehead on the back of my shoulder. I lean against the glass as I try to regain my mind and he pulls out. Before I know it, his pants are back up and his arms are around my waist. My skin is sticky, but so is his. He turns me around to face him and I rest my back against the glass as he kisses me.

“I’ve never been with someone as skilled as you.”

As soon as I say it, I feel embarrassed. Why should I though? He just fucked me in a club against the glass.

“You really know how to ask for what you want.” He grins deviously before mimicking me. “Harder, faster!”

I playfully hit his shoulder and he holds grabs onto my wrists, holding them above my head and kissing me again.

“I don’t know about your one night stand, but I can make all of your fantasies come true.”

Is he serious? He wants to do that again? Who am I to deny that?

“I’d like that.”

It’s all I can choke out.

“You can have whatever you want if you come back to my place. Ever played with toys?”

Notes

Whew.. That was hot. Okay, hope you liked it!! <3 haha