The Path To Love

Have you ever felt the loneliest while being surrounded completely by people?

Yeah? Well, me too.

"This place is sick," he screams in my ear and I just nod my head as I keep rubbing my sweaty body on the other people.

Alcohol pumps through my veins, the beat almost destroying my hearing, but I don't care, not anymore. I feel free, free as a bird. A bird that flies. Fuck, I'm drunk.

I see Andrew smile at me through my half-closed eyes. My limps feel like concrete with every move I make, but I keep going. I have to keep going. I smile back at him, probably coming more like a grimace, but he isn't even looking at me anymore. His side is facing me as he plunges his tongue into some guy's mouth.

"Gross," I whisper before bursting into a maniacal laugh, shaking my head side to side.

Oh, shit. Bad move, bad move. I stop as I grab my stomach, covering my mouth with my hand. Okay, maybe I drank a bit too much. I turn and walk, wanting to run, but any rush movement brings everything in my mouth like a rollercoaster.

I don't even bother to let Andrew know, as I push the door to the bathroom open. It hits the wall with a loud thud, or at least I think it is loud. A new wave of nausea hits me and my vision blurs as I start running the last steps to the toilet bowl. Falling to my knees I puke everything out. Fuck, that's why I stopped drinking after college, it is madness.

I slowly stand up pressing my palms hard against the wall. My legs feel like leaves in the wind, weak and useless, but I push through, making my way to the sink. I bring my hands together to splash cold water on my face. I feel covered in dirt, and stupid, really stupid. How did I let Andrew get me drunk so easily in such a short amount of time?

"Fuck," I exhale smelling my own breath. Disgusting.

I rinse my mouth with some water, hoping the smell of drunk death would leave me alone a bit at least, before making my way back in the dark lit hallway leading me back to the oblivious people.

"What can I get you, hon'?" the bartender asks way too cheerfully as I sit down at the bar.

"Water. A lot of water, please." I lean my head in my arms praying for a magical way for the alcohol to get the hell out of me.

"Right away," he smiles knowingly and brings me a bottle. I open the cap and with thirst, I gulp it down before asking for another one.

He complies and I start drinking slowly from it, as my mind becomes clearer with every sip. I don't even understand how it happened. I had five shots, only five shots, and maybe a Martini too, but that was hours ago.

I pull my phone out of my purse to check the time. 1 a.m., great, that should be enough socializing for one night. I'm ready to go back home and fucking sleep. Now that I am kind of awake, I remember why I hate clubs in the first place. So many people, so many people touching you, so many sweaty people. But, I was losing myself slowly and my friends saw it, so they decided on an intervention as soon as I got back home.

Andrew loves clubs, so here we are. Sam started the night with us, but eventually, she left, going back to her fiance before the whole drinking thing took off completely. She wanted home the second we stepped into the club. But she has someone to go back home to, I understand why she wanted to leave. But, me? Why do I want to be even more alone? Here at least it is loud, busy, so much happier than the silence, so much easier to deal with.

My phone buzzes before I have a chance to really get sad. It's Sam.

'What are you doing?'

'The bar. Aren't you suppose to be with Julian? If you can still text me, he is doing something wrong'

'He did everything right, but I'm worried about you'

Great, just what I need, make the only people I still care about, worried. 'But I see you're fine, I mean you are still coherently and able to text'

'Yeah, the autocorrect works perfectly'

'Haha, very funny. Do you want to go home?'

'I think so. But I'm getting kind of horny right now,' I laugh, remembering our own inside joke.

'What are you waiting for? You are in a place full of people'

'And none of them are hot. It's really frustrating'

'Well, go find someone bearable that gives you the vibe of "Oh, I surely know how to use this stupid thing between my legs, sugar"' I burst laughing at that one.

'That sentence alone grossed me out on a whole new level of grossness. But I promise I'm going to try looking for that guy'

I won't, but she doesn't know that.

'Great, talk tomorrow then. Good luck and goodbye' she texts followed by kissing emojis. Yack again.

I put my phone back in my purse. Back to being alone.

I finish my second bottle, replaying Sam's words in my head. Maybe I actually need a guy, like really need one. Someone who can make me feel good, only that. No falling in love with assholes anymore. Shit, I don't t even know how I could have been so blind, so in "love" that I didn't see the type of man he is. I thought I found a good guy, a friend, somebody who cared about me, but he wasn't more than a cheater, a liar, a complete jerk.

I glance at the dance floor to see if my friend is still there and he clearly is. He's having fun, no strings attached, ending with a guy or a girl tonight, or with who the hell he wants to, before moving along with his life. I never had that. I want to. Somebody who can make me forget absolutely everything for a while, just a night without nightmares and regret. I need it, I need to find myself, once and for all, no more mistakes.

I'm about to get up when the bartender beats me to it and brings me a drink.

"From the guy over there," he tilts his head to my right before winking at me.

I smile at him politely and then slowly turn my head to the place he showed me. Dark suit pants, white shirt, the sleeves rolled up, leaving his strong arms for me to ogle at. He has the body of someone who definitely works out. Like every day, naked chest, sweat dripping type of workout. I think I honestly drool a little, but I swallow fast as I look up at his face. Messy brown hair, a perfect set of lips to kiss, and really blue eyes. A dark stubble that I wish to feel on my skin. Would it tickle making me laugh, or would it be abrasive making me wet? His jawline was prominent especially from this angle and I want to grab it hard as I hold him where I desire. Okay, maybe I wasn't kidding with the horny joke.

I risk looking into his eyes. He's smirking at me and that is when I realize I have been staring. I turn away fast, feeling my cheeks getting flushed. Stupid girl, that's not how flirting works. I am so embarrassed that I ask the bartender to get the drink back to him.

"You sure, hon'?" he gives me a chance to change my mind, but I nod positively.

Better to be over with it faster. Give his drink back and get out of here. Easy, especially when all of that water comes back.

I watch from the corner of my eye as the mysterious man takes the glass. He says something and the bartender just shrugs shaking his head before walking away. The stranger's body tenses and irritation flashes over his features. Of course, he's mad. I take my purse and leave my seat as I walk towards the bathroom, again. Though, I have to walk past him.

I feel his eyes on me, but I keep my head high and not once make eye contact with him. I'm kind of proud of myself, to be honest.

I feel high, a smile covering my face even though I'm in a bathroom peeing two bottles of water. I finish fast, ready to go find someone with who I didn't blow my chance yet. I'm gradually feeling more of the addicting power.

I open the door of the bathroom, just to collide with a hard chest.

"Oh, sorry," I murmur as I try to move away, but an arm comes in front of me blocking my way. "What the hell?" I look up furiously at the man I hit and gasp. "You?" I stare into his blue eyes watching me with mischief.

"I don't usually get refuse from people, especially from women," he puts his other hand against the wall, too, trapping me.

His voice has a rough edge to it, gravelly and masculine like he just got up from bed, and I imagine for a second how it would be hearing him moan and groan in my ear as he would push me deeper into this wall.

Fuck. I turn to the side, feeling a blush creeping up my face. Did I really just had a fantasy with a stranger?

He watches me carefully, his eyes gliding down from my face to my chest and lower to my bared legs, before coming back up to rest on my face, a soft smile playing on his lips.

I clench my legs subtlely, but he sees it and smirks confidently.

"So, what do you say? Let's get out of here and find a hotel?" he whispers with an arrogant smirk.

An egocentric asshole. Of course, just my luck. I push him away with a scowl and make my way back to the bar ready to pay the bill for the night.

"Ready to head out?" the man behind the counter smiles lazily.

"Yeah," I hand him my credit card.

I check back on Andrew as I wait. Still having fun. I smile at the sight and hear a cough from behind me.

"Oh, you're still here?" I raise my eyebrows at him, one of his hands in his pocket as he leans on the other one against the bar.

"Why are you still sitting instead of walking?" he asks glancing at Andrew.

"Oh, excuse me. Walk where exactly?" I counter flatly.

"Out of this club, in my car, ready to take this dress off for me," his hand raises to touch the strap of my dress, but I grab his wrist before he can finish the movement.

"Hands off, big guy. You don't own me, so I'm just gonna keep doing my own thing," I push his hand away. "Alone if you don't mind," I add.

He frowns as he looks at me weirdly. "Do you love somebody or something?"

I freeze as the bartender returns my card. "Not that's any of your business, but no, I don't love anyone." Not even myself.

"Then why? No woman had refused me before," he says more to himself than to me.

"Then, welcome to the real world, big guy," I pat his shoulder as a goodbye.

"Enough, what's your game?" he grabs my arm as I want to leave, turning me towards him.

"Game?" I smile widely trying to stop laughing. "I thought you are hot, then you opened your mouth. Simple as that."

His eyes darken, his hand tightening on my wrist. Then he does something unexpected, he chuckles. And that simple sound makes me press my thighs together. Okay, he's still hot even though his ego's probably bigger than his dick.

"You didn't see shit from what I can do with my mouth," he says darkly and my core tightens. Not the moment girl, I am trying to be a strong independent woman.

"I've seen enough to know I don't want to hear you talking anymore," I tilt my head higher to look into his eyes as he towers over me.

"What a coincidence, I'd prefer to see you use that pretty mouth for something else than being a brat," his hungry eyes watch my lips as I bite my bottom one under his scorching gaze.

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and I trace the movement with my eyes. Just one more asshole, one time, only tonight.

"Just to clarify, you are an asshole and I won't have to see you ever again after tonight right?" I whisper closer to him than before.

He chuckles deeply. "You keep reading my mind, baby."

"And you won't talk? 'Cause your ego is a big turn off, just so you know, " I state and his free hand grabs the back of my neck as he brings us even closer.

"You're a very annoying woman, had anyone told you that before?" his hand on my waist slides lower, stopping above my butt.

So, annoying. Was I annoying with him, that was why he chose her over me?

"Hey, you okay?" he catches my attention back and I nod. "You sure? I didn't mean to sound harsh, I was joking. You are annoyingly interesting."

I snort and he smiles, like a real smile. "I doubt that's a thing. But you are not here to worry about my feelings. You are supposed to be an asshole so don't start being sweet now, okay?"

He smiles wider. "Thank God you are not into nice guys," his hand tightens into my hair as his hard-on presses against my center and I shiver, the amusement from his eyes, replaced by pure lust.

"Why?" I ask breathily.

"Because baby," his fingers inch higher up on my inner tight making my skin tingle. "I don't make love," my breath hitches and my heart beats faster. "I fuck." His finger brushes the side of my neck and I gasp.

He takes advantage and crushes his lips against mine not wasting any time with a slow pace. He deepens the kiss immediately, pushing me as close as possible as I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back like he's my lifeline.

He starts pressing kisses from my jaw to my collarbone. I moan softly when he nips at the sensitive spot right below my ear. I can feel how eager he is from the way his fingers dug into my skin while his other hand keeps going to the zipper of my dress as if he can hardly restrain himself from taking me right there on the bar. His lips return to mine, and I kiss him lustfully before biting his bottom lip pulling his hair a bit harder, which delivers me a growl from him.

"Shit, sorry," I apologize embarrassed.

"Fuck, let's get out of here before I lose the last bit of my restrain," he says out of breath.

I simply nod and follow him. His hand rests on my lower back as we make our way outside the club towards a black car in the front with a middle-aged guy waiting to open the door for us. I should've asked this stranger's name before leaving with him.

In a daze, I grab my phone and text Andrew the car's number and that if I don't respond in the next 24 hours to call the cops.

"Are you serious?" he snorts from behind me as he closes the door behind us.

"Making sure you don't get away with kidnapping me," I shrug and he chuckles as he grabs me and makes me straddle him.

"Who knew you could be funny instead of just annoying?" he laughs.

I trace an invisible path with my fingers on his neck and chest.

"Stop laughing at me," I mumble as I start tracing the path with my lips too when I hear his driver talk.

"Where to, sir?"

My soon to be one-night stand looks into my eyes before answering with one word "Home".

"Home?" The driver asks confused.

"Yes, home. Now, drive!" The man under me replies sharply before catching my lips in a kiss full of desire.

We are in the middle of a make-out session and I don't realize the car stopped until I am pulled out by an eager stranger and led to the elevator. I'm so caught up in trying not to stumble over my own two feet that I barely look around the parking lot. The doors of the elevator close and he presses a code before turning around and pinning me against the wall taking my lips in a fiercely kiss. He moves his hands down over my butt and grips me right below it, making me wrap my legs around his waist while he starts pressing kisses along my neck biting softly my skin. I moan again as I feel his hard cock rubbing against my thigh. My body needs him. I've never been this turned on in my entire life.

The doors open and we enter still kissing each other. When we break apart for air I finally see his penthouse and wow I'm at a loss for words. It's obvious that a single man lives here, but definitely a man with a lot of money. The furniture is dark like the marble floor while the walls are light making a perfect contrast of color. The lights make the space welcoming while the pieces of art give it personality. And a wall of glass right in front of me, separating the small terrace from the inside. I cross the room in a few strides leaving my purse on an armchair and stoping in front of the glass which shows me the most breathing view that I've ever seen. The city lights seem so small from here like little fireflies lighting the cold night.

"Wow," I murmur amazed.

"Really beautiful, isn't it?" I feel him right behind my back as he bites my earlobe softly. I shiver before turning around to see him looking into my eyes.

We are so close that I can feel his hot breath on my lips and inhale his masculine scent. I am lost in the heat emanated from his body as I licked my dried lips. He touched my lip with his finger, slowly, teasing me before cupping my neck and slamming his lips on mine. I opened my mouth and he didn't waste a second as his tongue started a battle of power with mine. He kissed me and kissed me until I forgot everything except him and the desire I craved for him to take care of. I could feel it burning at the surface waiting to be unleashed and rewriting my knowledge about pure addiction. His body was the most tempting drug I've ever seen or taste and maybe I just wanted to take as much as I could, I wanted to be greedy just for a night.

I snap out of my thoughts when I feel his hands pulling down the zipper of my dress leaving me only in my black underwear and black stilettos. I smile while he continues to stare at me, his eyes darkening further. I step out of my shoes and dress and move my hands over his arms feeling hard muscles. I am about to take his tie off when he suddenly pickes me up making me wrap my legs around his waist as he starts climbing the stairs. I clench my hands in his silky hair pulling on the strands just a bit so I can kiss his neck. He grabs my butt harder and a small moan leaves his mouth as he walks faster down the hall. I can't help but smile at his loss of control.

We finally reach his bedroom and he pushes the door shut with his leg throwing me on the bed. He looks at me like he is starving, pure lust shining in his blue eyes. He unties the blue tie and puts it next to me on the bed. He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt slowly showing me more and more of his tanned skin. When his shirt touches the floor followed by his pants I can't help but gasp at the perfection of his body which really seems sculpted by a God. I've never seen a man who looks better than he does. He is truly magnificent and I can't move my eyes away from him.

"Hands above your head" he orders and I clench my legs together. Okay, maybe I like it when he talks.

"No. I want to touch you," I tell him stubbornly.

He looks at me for a second before getting on the bed above me, kissing me with the same desire as before. I pull my hands around his head but he takes them both, puts them above my head and ties them with his tie before kissing me again. He runs his lips over my neck next, going lower to my hard nipples that are begging for his attention. I feel his mouth on my left nipple, his teeth scraping across the tip before licking and sucking hard on it while his hand plays with the other, massaging before tugging and rubbing it between his fingers. I moan loudly when his other hand slips over my panties.

"Fuck, you are so wet, baby!" His voice husky as he goes lower and lower with his mouth pressing light kisses over my stomach while taking my underwear off. He spreads my legs and kisses the inside of my thighs getting closer to where I need his mouth the most. My clit is throbbing for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. And finally I feel his mouth on me. My back archea high, a loud cry leaving me at how good it feels.

"Oh, God!" My words a choked cry. His tongue laps at my lips, licking every drop of my wetness.

Goosebumps pop up everywhere on my skin, little noises coming out of my mouth as I close my eyes in pure pleasure when his tongue moves up to the hard bud of my clit, flicking it quickly and driving me to the edge so fast I am shocked.

"You're gonna make me come," I moan out.

He pulls away slightly, meeting my hazy eyes for a moment before he bends back down, taking my clit between his lips and sucking on it at the same time as he pushes a finger inside making me cry out loud.

"More," I say breathlessly and gasp when his finger is replaced by his tongue.

He keeps thrusting it faster and faster inside me until I climax without warning. I scream louder shaking in full-body spasms as the strongest orgasm of my life consumes me.

I am breathing hard, staring up at him and by the wide grin on his face, I can tell he is fully aware of what he did to me.

"You liked that, didn't you?" His voice is teasing but rough like he loves making me feel good but barely holds a grip on himself.

"I loved it," I admit, voice trembling. I palm his erection through his boxers. A painful sound leaves his mouth as he throws his head back, and he quickly grabs my wrist to stop me from stroking him. I give him a puzzled look and he shoots me a smirk.

"I didn't put up with your brattiness just to come in my boxers."

I pull my hand free from his grip before running it over his abdomen. I press my mouth to his ear and whisper softly before biting his earlobe. "The deal was, not talking."

His eyes darken dangerously and next thing I know I am flat on my stomach with my butt in the air. My left cheek is pressed on the bed and my hands are still tied above my head. I hear him taking his boxers off before spreading my legs wider.

"Dimples?" he sounds surprised and I look behind my shoulder.

"What?" I ask confused as he keeps talking instead of fucking.

"You have dimples, right here," he informs me as he puts a hand around my waist to cup my wet sex while his other hand travels down my spine to my butt stopping right above it and slowly caressing the skin there before leaning and pressing two light kisses over my-

"Dimples," he says again like tasting the word on his tongue.

"Yeah. Do you have a thing for them or something?" I ask frustrated.

A split second later, a sharp sound echoes in the room, and I register the sting a moment later.

"I do now."

"Did you just spank me?" I turn my head back to him, with my mouth open in shock while the excitement shines in my eyes. He studies my face for a moment before caressing the tender spot on my butt.

"I did, now turn around and stop talking, baby."

I turn my head back and as soon as it hits the covers, his hand lands on my other cheek. The pain is closely followed by sparkles of pleasure, different ones than anything I've ever felt before. I moan into the bed when he spanks me again.

His hand that was cupping my sex moves lower, his two middle fingers pushing between my folds so he can feel how wet he made me.

"You're soaked," he whispers while his fingers keep teasing me.

I press my hips back rubbing against his cock and thrilling at the sound he makes. He knows what I am asking for and he doesn't waste a second to give it to me.

I moan in pleasure at the feeling of his long fingers inside of me. He wraps an arm around my waist and thrust slowly in and out of me with the other hand. Every time he moves he hits a spot that causes me to close my eyes and curl my toes.

I am close again, I can feel it. His arm around me, his fingers inside me and his cock grinding against my butt are too much to handle.

"That's it, baby, I want you to come for me now."

A soft cry flies out of me as I come on his fingers. I hardly even register a package ripping before his cock replaces his fingers.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he whispers under his breath as he pushes inside completely.

I feel him still inside my body, giving me time to come back from the high he send me to. The first thing that registeres are his arms around my waist bringing me up so my back is to his front, my tied arms coming around his head, trapping him between them. Then I feel his lips on my neck biting the same spot as before probably leaving a mark but I couldn't care less right now.

He knows when I come back and he exhales in relief before asking me gently "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please don't stop," I shake my head rolling my hips for some friction.

"God, you're fucking perfect."

I let out a chuckle as he pulls out slowly. Then a loud moan as he pushes himself back into me.

"I think you need another orgasm as appreciation."

"No, I don't think I can take another one," I whine softly.

He pauses inside me then grabs my neck lightly to hold me in place as he begins fucking me at a steady pace. His other hand starts to rub my clit in small circles and to my surprise, I feel another orgasm starting to build up.

"If I want you to come for me again, that's exactly what you're going to do. Understand?"

"Ah," I moan low in response.

Speeding up his thrusts, I start pushing back on him at the same time he is pushing up, building a fast rhythm. He tightens his hand around my neck just enough so I can feel it and I answer by squeezing his cock. I feel him growl before picking up speed again and fucking me harder than before. His fingers are rubbing my clit harder and I feel my walls begin to shudder.

"Come for me, dimples. Show me you're mine tonight," he says and that'a all I need as I clench around him in a constant rhythm.

"Fuck," he swears as he jerks inside me.

I am still trying to find my voice as I am coming down from the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. He lies me down on the bed untieing my wrists before he gets up to discharge the condom.

I lean back on my elbows as I watch him come back and slowly making his way between my legs, his cock hardening slowly.

"We are not done here?" I ask with wide eyes.

He chuckles. "I'm really sorry you are used to guys giving you only three orgasms a night. I prefer to find out how many you can have tonight. Aren't you curious?" he smirks as he spins us around making me straddle his hips.

He grabs my butt, slowly grinding my core against his cock as he retrieves another condom handing it to me.

"Let's find out then," I smile excitedly as I press my lips against his.

Not alone tonight, not anymore.