(A/N: K. We've Reached the point where there is SEX. Before the Sex scene starts, I'll give you guys a heads up. If you don't read the sex scene, there will be a chapter after this one titled "Chapter Four Version 2.0".)
Chapter Four
"Sure. I'd love too."
I took his hand and we went out onto the dance floor. We danced through a lot of songs, grinding onto each other as the night progressed.
Clyde and I went back to the bar for another drink.
"So what went wrong between you and my ugly fag boss today anyway?" I asked him, sipping on my 4th glass of the Long Island iced tea.
"I just didn't like his attitude. He was a complete douche to you, and I don't work with douchebags. Especially not balding ones with bad hygiene," He replied, downing his Neat Whiskey.
"Tell me about it. Each time he's near me I have to hold my breath. And he's near me a lot. I'm surprised I haven't passed out," I reply. He chuckles, shaking his head and ordering another neat whiskey.
Honestly, I'm surprising myself tonight. Right now I'd usually be dancing on top of the bar, with my shoes off using some guy as a pole.
Or I'd be in a karaoke bar, singing my lungs out to the latest Taylor Swift single.
I'm a crazy, reckless drunk. Which is why I usually don't go clubbing, preferring to stay inside and drink my Vodka while binge watching Gossip Girl on Netflix.
"What's your name?" Clyde asks me, staring into the depths of my soul.
Stila. Oops, I didn't say that out loud. But I do laugh out loud. "St-Stila Banks," I manage to croak out.
He nods and continues to stare at me. We sit there for another minute, him continuing to stare at me. I avoid his gaze and look anywhere but at him.
It gets too awkward so I try making some conversation.
"Wanna know something funny?" I say, looking over at him and giggling as he takes a gulp of the whiskey.
"Sure, what's funny?" He asks after he's swallowed and has done the weird clench face thing every guy does when they drink whiskey.
"How I'm drunk and I haven't begun to sing Taylor Swift yet," I reply, laughing so hard I fall off the chair.
I was wondering when my inner drunk girl would come out, apparently she wanted to now.
"C'mon, let's go dance some," I say. He obliges, downing the rest of his whiskey while I do the same with my drink.
(A/N: THIS IS WHERE THY SEX STARTS. NOT INTENDED FOR READERS WHO ARE UNDER THE AGE OF SEXUAL READING. DO NOT READ IF SEX SCARES YOU. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SCARED OF SEX. SKIP TO CHAPTER 4 VERSION 2.0 TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THY SEX)
We get to the dance floor, and immediately I wrap my arms around his neck and grind my pelvis against his leg.
Hearing the song "Pillow Talk" come on just made me hornier.
".... bed all day, bed all day, Fucking you and fighting on, it's our paradise, and it's our war zone..." I sang into Clyde's ear along with the music.
I leaned back to see his reaction and he hungrily looked at my lips. He looked into my eyes, and then once again looked at my lips.
He eagerly pushed his mouth onto mine, his soft lips starting out slow and beginning to get aggressive.
We kissed passionately, while Clyde took his hand and began stroking my breasts, while his other hand was on my hip, leaning me towards him. His hand went lower and he grabbed my butt and squeezed, while at the same time squeezing one of my breasts.
I moaned and he reluctantly pulled away.
"Want to come to my place?" He asked me, staring into my eyes, sounding breathless.
"I thought you'd never ask," I say back to him, feeling my downstairs getting wet.
As we left the nightclub, Zayn Malik's voice floated through the air. "...I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure. Nobody but you, 'body but me, 'body but us, bodies together...."
We exit the nightclub and outside there is already a black car, obviously Clyde's. His driver opens the door for us, and we instantly scooch in.
Clyde kisses me, yet again groping my breasts and my ass. I moan into the kiss, making him deepen it to the point our tongues are intertwined together.
He continues his assault on my body until finally, we arrive at a grand, classy building. I couldn't care about the details, I could only care about the way Clyde was kissing me.
We once again reluctantly pulled away from each other, with him holding onto my hand and pulling me into the building.
We entered the lobby and he rushed me to the elevator. When we got there, the elevator opened and both me and Clyde got in.
When the elevator doors closed, Clyde pushed me into the elevator wall and hungrily kissed me, as if I was his first meal in three weeks.
The elevator dinged open, and Clyde pushes his body into mine so that we were out of the elevator and up against the wall across from it.
He kissed me deeply and passionately, using his leg to get between mine, and grinding it against my most important body part.
"Oh Clyde," I moan, interrupting the kiss.
"Mmmm, let's go to my room," He said, kissing me passionately again.
I hooked my legs around his hips, and he led the way, grinding out his erection into my core. He entered a bedroom and plopped me on a bed, so he could take off his shirt.
He climbed on top of me, and once again our lips connected. Clyde ran his hands down my body, one hand stopping to massage my breasts while the other moved farther down. Taking the end of my dress, he pushed it up. He applied pressure to my sensitive bud, moving in swift circles.
With his other hand, he moved the top of the of my dress lower until my breasts were visible, moving my bra so that he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
My panties were beginning to soak, and Clyde could obviously feel that. He removed his hand from my sensitive bud and began taking off my panties. Then he removed my dress and bra so that I was fully naked in front of him. He stood up and took off his remaining clothes so that he was fully naked with me.
I moved my eyes down to his body, first starting with his face. Those amazing, blue eyes were looking at my body and having a feast. I was right about his stomach, it was all abs. Moving my eyes farther downward, I see his erection, standing big and tall.
I moaned and, with my hands, started pleasuring myself.
"No, I don't think so Ms.Stila. When you are in my bed, I'm the only one that can pleasure you," Clyde said, moving back onto the bed and hovering over me.
He took both of my hands, and put them above my head, holding them there. With his other hand, he took his cock and placed it against my wet lips. Very gently, his cock entered me.
"Oh god, you're so tight," Clyde moaned, thrusting so his cock was all the way inside me.
He started thrusting into me; fast, hard and deep. Soon, he was slamming into me and I was on the brink of ecstasy.
"Clyde... I'm almost... I'm gonna... oh Clyde, I'm cumming," I said, my body shaking from the incredible experience.
Clyde wasn't done, though. He started picking up his pace, at the same time pleasuring my clit with soft circular motions.
By then, the bed started hitting the wall because of how fast Clyde was slamming into me. He started groaning, kissing me passionately and then ending the kiss every few seconds.
Because of his circular, thumb motions on my clit, I came a second time.
"Oh, Stila," he moaned a second later. I felt a warm goo inside of me and knew that he had cum.
We lay in bed together until we both fell asleep, with him still inside of me.
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I woke up to harsh light beating into my eyes. With my head pounding, I opened my eyes and realized that I forgot to close the blinds last night.
I looked over to the windows and realized that the windows weren't there, and instead, there was an elegant, posh looking dresser with a red wall behind it.
My walls weren't red. What the fuck.
I looked down at my body, with a sheet covering it. I looked underneath the sheet and realized that I was naked.
Well shit. I got so plastered that I had a one night stand? This is great. That means I'm going to be doing the walk of shame.
I slowly got up, groaning in pain because of a pounding headache I have. Luckily I wasn't puking like I usually do when getting plastered.
I saw my dress, bra, shoes and monsoon handbag. Sadly, my panties weren't in sight.
I put on my clothes and realized that my breath stunk. I decided to try and locate a bathroom. With a posh, giant sized room, there had to be a connecting bathroom, right?
First, I opened up two doors which resulted in my finding a closet the size of me and Theo's apartment, and another closet that was half of the size of the other one, containing only shoes.
Luckily, the next door I opened happened to be the bathroom. Walking in, I was instantly met with the extravagance of a fully decked out bathroom.
I now know for sure that my mystery one-night stand guy was DEFINITELY rich.
Or he has a rich friend.
Or he broke into someone else's house. And if that's the case, goodbye world. I look nice in orange anyway.
I go to the mega 2 sink counter and look at myself in the huge mirror that sits behind the sinks.
Don't I look dandy? Â My eye makeup is all smudged, also known as the raccoon eyes. My foundation is caked to the bone, and the contouring that I spent hours on last night was no longer visible.
Sorry to Mr.Mystery Guys sheets. I'm pretty sure that's where all the missing makeup from my face went.
One by one, I go through his drawers looking for an unopened toothbrush. 3 Drawers down, I find a drawer filled to the brim with toothbrushes, toothpaste, and floss.
Looks like mystery guy has one night stands often.
I brush my teeth, use the fantastic, seat warmed toilet, and leave the bathroom and the bedroom. As I walk out, I notice that the walls outside of the bedroom are also red, and they have no decoration whatsoever. Following the long hallway, passing at least eleven other doors, I arrive at a beautiful staircase. Looking to the left of me, I gasp in utter amazement at the enormous windows showcasing New York City's view. Before the windows are the living room, decked out in leather black furniture, with a mega 98" flat screen TV.
Walking down the stairs, I see a hallway with the elevator doors at the end.
I also hear someone singing Pillow Talk, coming from a room connected to the hallway that leads me to my safety.
I breathe in and breath out, quietly walking down the hallway. Closing in on the doorway leading into the mystery guy, I walk slower and quieter, holding my breath and hoping that I don't trip.
As I pass by the doorway to which I now know is the kitchen, I gasp (quietly) in surprise when I see who the mystery guy is.
I quickly walk towards the elevators, walking in them. When they close, I start having a mini-freak attack.
I slept with one of Forbes hottest bachelors. I slept with someone who might potentially one day be my boss.
I slept with Clyde fucking Lyles and I had no memory of it.
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Chapter four done!
As I mentioned earlier, the next part will be the aftermath (basically everything that happened after the sex scene copy and pasted). So if you read this WHOLE chapter, I wouldn't bother reading the next one. Unless you want too ;)
And about the sex scene. I don't even know man. First sex scene I ever wrote, and I'm very inexperienced with sex so like it or hate it. But at least give me feedback about what I should do better. I had to look at how to write a sex scene. Lul.
But I tried hard! This chapter, even though it's short, took me 5+ hours to write. I may or may not have been texting also, but like that's a lot of time staring at a computer screen.
Pillow Talk by Zayn MaliK! Yes. That's today's song. Pretend it's music you'd hear in clubs, k? I wouldn't know so I just figured instead of pretending to know, I'd just pick a song that's easy to work with. And Zayn's lyrics are pretty dirty so it was perfect.
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