Nameless

It was chilly night outside although the alcohol fueled, pulsing lust that was thumping through the bar had created an intoxicating heat that surrounded all of us. And amongst the hundreds of 20 something year olds dancing their hearts out I sat in one corner of the bar staring down my half empty drink. My feet tingling with the desire to join the horde but my innate shyness overwhelmingly keeping me rooted to my chair. And after over 20 minutes of almost managing to walk towards the dance floor and then quickly giving up I was ready to surrender to this night being a complete failure when suddenly from all the way across the room I locked eyes with someone unexpected.

I had seen him enter the bar over an hour ago with a large group of friends when they loudly took over the bar, downed a bunch of shots, and then dominated the dance floor. So I was more than taken aback when I found him looking straight at me, steadily holding my gaze. After a few too many beats where I was almost incapable of looking away he cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrows questioningly which obviously had me devolve in involuntary blushes as I quickly bowed my head. Before I could even consider the meaning of this unexpected attention I felt a presence right beside me, looking up found him standing close to me with a large grin lighting up his face.

"Hi there!"

"Hey!"

"Here on vacation?"

"Yeah"

"Me too. Are you here all alone?"

"Hmmm, I may have lost track of my friends at some point."

"Ah, I wish I was that skilled. So what do your friends call you?"

I opened my mouth about to respond to his fairly innocuous query before I snapped it shut. I may be in a foreign land having a normal conversation with someone in a bar but even then disclosing my name was never a good idea.

"I'm not sure you qualify as my friend for you to know."

"Is that so? Not a problem, I am always looking for a little mystery to spice my night up. And you look like you would suit my taste just fine."

Was he flirting with me? Of course he was. Why else would he leave his clearly more entertaining group to come hang out in my boring corner. We chatted a little more. About this and that. Places we had visited, restaurants that we liked, harmless conversation without giving out any personal information at all. And throughout the banter he had moved closer to my seat, looming over me until I could clearly smell his perfume mixed rather intoxicatingly with his musky, sweaty scent. He nonchalantly placed his arm over the back of my chair, further decreasing the distance between us, lowering his voice to a husky growl before he continued.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"This is my first. Why?"

"Good. Cause I very much want you sober when I fuck your brains out."

"Wh...what?"

His smile got wider when he saw the blush creeping up my face at catching me completely off guard with his shocking statement. He bent lower towards me, his mouth making its way towards my ear, his whispered breath tickling the edge of my ear.

"I said I would prefer it if you could remember in detail the mind blowing sex we are about to have."

I could feel the shiver run down my spine at his soft, erotic words that almost immediately resulted in the tightening of my pants. I can't believe this complete stranger, with barely a few words had me so turned on. This wasn't something that was an everyday occurrence for me.

"I...uh...don't think so. I don't sleep with someone I met less than 5 minutes ago."

"Of course you don't. But that's only cause you hadn't met me until 5 minutes ago."

His lips were still extremely close to the shell of my ear, his tongue reaching out to flick the lobe, softly sucking it between his teeth, testing the boundaries I was already permitting him to push.

"Do you want to sit here all alone or do you want to have one spectacular night moaning with pleasure under me. No names. No strings attached. Tomorrow we go our own way after satisfying all our desires."

I wasn't really drunk. I was barely intoxicated, but somehow that sounded like rock solid logic. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain by allowing this gorgeous man to show me how he intended to make our night spectacular. He had by now begun dropping soft kisses behind my ear and down my neck, and as soon as I let out a quiet moan, tilting my head to give me better access, he pulled back, lacing his fingers through mine and pulling me off my chair.

"C'mon we are getting out of here."

"Where?"

"I have a room in this hotel."

He kept a firm grip on my hand as he dragged me quickly through the bar, towards the lobby, finally halting his urgent steps in front of the elevator. I have no idea how he managed to stand so casually with one hand linked through mine, the other shoved into his pocket, like he wasn't about to do the dirty with someone he had literally just met, while my heart thrummed loudly against my chest, the adrenaline rushing through every vein in my body.

As soon as the elevator dinged and he confirmed it to be empty, he rushed inside, pushed the button for the top floor and shoved me against the wall, crashing his mouth over mine. Devouring my lips with his teeth, prying them open and shoving his tongue into my mouth, exploring every hidden crevice he could possibly find. And while I was losing my grip on reality under his passionate assault, he ran both his hands down my body to roughly squeeze my butt, grabbing my left thigh to lift it high and wrap it around his waist. Immediately grinding both our hardened erections together, while my back involuntarily arched at the sudden stimulation. I was almost lost in the sensations between our grinding hips and his relentless mouth when I finally snatched away long enough to barely get my voice back.

"Wait, there are cameras in here."

"Even better. Let's give them a show they won't forget."

And before I knew how to respond he had run his hand down my right leg and effortlessly lifting me off the floor to have it also wrapped around his waist, both his hands palming my butt while he continued grinding our hips together. By now he had somehow managed to claim my neck, leaving large, very conspicuous bites all over my skin. And if he wanted me sober to remember this night in detail, we had failed miserably since I have pretty much no recollection of how we had managed to reach his room, or when he had torn away all the buttons of my shirt leaving my chest exposed to his hungry eyes. By the time I finally found the way to my thoughts his naked torso was looming over me, while he left a scorching path of hot, wet kisses down my chest. Nibbling on my nipples briefly before running his tongue over my abs. Dropping quick pecks around my navel while his deft fingers made quick work of unzipping my pants and stripping me off the last of my clothes.

Now ideally I am sure I would have paused atleast a moment to analyze the entirely new sensations I was experiencing but before I could form a coherent thought he had closed his mouth over me. His tongue greedily lapping over my length, his fingers having found their way to fondle my balls while I felt myself growing and hardening even further as he continued sucking me.

I had already been writhing under his several ministration when the tip of his tongue erotically slid against my slit and I couldn't help but arch my back wanting to shove myself further into his warm, inviting mouth and a low moan escaped me.

Just as my balls had begun tightening under his very skilled lips he popped me out from his mouth and crawled up my body to look down at my intensely aroused face with his wide grin. He captured my lower lip between his, chewed on it patiently, slowly, his tongue running over them, leaving a moist path of saliva before he pulled back. His index finger quickly replacing his mouth, tracing the outline of my lips.

"Suck on it."

Which I did. Gladly. Lapping his finger up like it was the sweetest candy I would ever taste, and without warning he plunged his second finger in my mouth, soon followed by his third. And when they were thoroughly soaked he slowly withdrew them, nudging my legs apart with his knee as he positioned his digits right at my entrance. Circling it in an excruciatingly intoxicating manner, never once breaking eye contact.

"Ready?"

"N...no."

"Why not?"

"I haven't done anything like this before."

"I promise it will be worth the wait."

And then without warning he plunged one of his fingers into me, my walls simultaneously rejecting the intrusion as well as fighting against the friction to urge him deeper. This alien sensation filling my core to the brim. Not only the skin of my walls acutely aware of his every move but every last cell of my body bursting in response to even his slightest push. And even though I was almost entirely prepared for his next action, when his next finger slowly pushed its way through I could not help but throw my back in a painful arch, about to let out a loud, growling moan when he closed his mouth over mine. Swallowing my lust filled declaration of the threads of pleasure he was spinning around me. His tongue shoving itself down my throat, overpowering every last corner of my mouth, as he finally let his third finger joined in the act of stretching my opening. Scissoring me non-stop, each intruding movement ending with his tips caressing my glands. Every plunging depths pushing me slowly and steadily over the edge. By now he had managed to get me so hard it was almost painful and I desperately wanted to reach my climax.

"Not so soon baby"

I was so close. Right at my brink when he removed he fingers completely, leaving my feeling oddly bereft. Like something that was keeping me whole was suddenly ripped away from me. I was about to grovel, beg him to continue endlessly when he rolled off the bed and dropped the rest of his clothes. Grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me upwards, positioning me in a way that had me kneeling on all fours towards him as he carefully caressed my face. Bending down to give me a spell binding kiss before straightening up and lightly pressing his tip against my lips when I hungrily pushed my mouth over him, taking him as deep as I possibly could.

Perhaps I should have paused for a second to wonder how I managed to find myself in this position. I had never before sucked off another dick. Never had someone brutally finger fuck my ass. Never been completely naked moaning under an absolute stranger allowing him any and all liberties he wanted with my body. But I doubt even in the harsh reality of the following morning I would ever regret his massive erection filling my mouth, pouring deep into my throat, him roughly gripping my hair to make me take him even deeper.

The room was filled with my slurping sounds as he ravaged my lips and his low, not-so-silent grunts, clearly indicating his pleasure at dominating my very virgin mouth. And when I could almost feel the muscles around his pelvis tighten, he too reaching a point of no return, he ripped himself out of my mouth and roughly pushed me back on the bed, crawling over me, keeping a firm grip on my calf. He was obviously much more skilled at this then I would ever be since I was barely orienting myself to being manhandled by him when he had slipped on a condom and managed to expertly fling my leg over his shoulder, ramming into me without a single word, without a warning of any sort.

And surprisingly that's exactly what I wanted. What I needed on the most carnal level. Him filling me with his throbbing length. Slamming into me with a force that had me hanging onto the bed for my dear life. Each pull dragging my walls with friction that were driving me slowly insane. Each push hitting my gland repeatedly to the point that I wanted to scream in pure ecstasy.

And that's exactly what I did when he pushed my legs so far up, nearly folding me half while he angled himself to impale me to my sweet loving end. Electricity rode up the tips of fingers, the edge of my toes, crawling insanely fast and yet excruciatingly slow till it hit the core of my being, reaching my spine and then bursting simultaneously till every last cell in my body could feel my earth shattering climax. Which must have come almost exactly in sync with his since he had stopped all movement and held onto my body like his life depended on it.

It took us a few too many minutes before our high slowly began dissipating and we finally found ourselves back on earth, lying buck naked next to each other in a foreign land, in a strange room, shrouded in darkness. Our heavy breaths breaking the dead silence around us. And as the heat from our intense activity began receding, and the chill of the night started seeping through, my body gave an involuntary shiver as I became intensely aware of my utter nakedness. Especially, since I was lying next to someone whose name I didn't know. And nor did I intend to find out.

Before the awkwardness replaced my overwhelming euphoria and I began regretting what up until now was spectacular, I guess he more than kept his promise of mind blowing sex, I started moving in order to roll off the bed and hopefully leave the room without being asked to.

"Hang on. Where are you going?"

"Back to my hotel."

"Why?"

"Isn't that how this works? Two people have sex and then one of them leaves."

But instead of replying he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me back on the bed, with me tumbling backward, my back now pressed against his chest. He began raining multiple kisses down my neck and shoulder, his newly formed erection pressing firmly against my ass.

"If this is the only night I get to have you, I plan to fuck you till the sun comes up."