A night away from home

230 Fifth, a renowned rooftop bar and nightclub located on top of the Flatiron Hotel, New York. 

In the VIP section of the club, a dark haired middle aged man with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, sat with his legs outstretched in front of him. One could tell from his demeanor that he was no ordinary man. He exuded confidence and authority.

Chris, a successful, highly influential and well connected billionaire was no stranger to the city's elite social scene, but tonight, he was only here for his friend. 

He ignored the seductive stares and looks thrown at him by a large percentage of the ladies around. His eyes swept the dance floor, in search of his friend who was having a dance with his female companion. 

He scowled and shifted his gaze from his friend who was still dancing with his lady friend. His eyes rummaged through the crowd, settling on the beautiful lady seated all by herself emptying glasses of tequila shots at the bar in the main hall. 

Chris watched as the woman emptied her glass in one swig and signaled the bartender for another shot. 

His brows knitted in concern as he wondered what she was trying to prove. Why was she all alone and what was driving her to drink this much? he wondered as he sipped his Champagne. He found himself drawn to the young woman who seemed to be in her own world drowning herself without restraints.

“Another shot.” Gina said to the bartender. 

The bartender, a good looking guy, was a friendly person. He smiled and expertly poured the drink, filling her glass once more. He slid it to her and shot her another smile.

“You seem to want to really let loose tonight.” He said distinctly. 

Gina looked at him for a few seconds and then proceeded to scan the entire hall with her eyes, she had a feeling she was being watched. 

Her eyes darted to the couples on the dance floor. Some were cuddled on the seats, kissing and smooching, with their hands all over each other. She saw that they were totally lost in themselves. 

“And here I was, thinking someone had been watching me.” She gave a small laugh as she picked up the glass again. Her eyes locked onto the clear liquid for a moment, and tossing her head back, she gulped it down. 

Gina winced slightly as the hot liquid burned down her throat. The loud music playing in the clubhouse was the perfect distraction from her pains and heartbreak. 

She shook her head a bit, as if to ward off the feeling of unease that seemed to creep in on her and replaced the small glass on the counter. 

“More…” She slurred. She was fast becoming drunk. Just the right thing she needed at the moment. The bartender raised an eyebrow, concerned about her rapid pace. He hesitated but filled the glass anyway as Gina had shot him a stern look. 

Gina looked away from the bartender as he filled her glass. Her eyes met with the middle aged man that had just stepped out of the VIP section. He looked like he had just walked out from a painting. A perfectly sculpted work of art. High cheekbones and a sharp jawline with neatly trimmed beards

Her heart skipped a bit as Chris flashed her a smile. Her eyes glistened under the fluorescent light as she took note of his features. 

Momentarily lost in his eyes, she did not notice him walk up to her until he took the glass away from her hand. 

He smirked. “What would a beautiful lady like yourself be doing here all alone at such an ungodly hour?” 

Gina did not respond to his question. She continued to drool over him as she fought the growing desire within her to kiss him. 

This man’s sexy as hell. She thought and instinctively reached out to touch his perfectly chiseled face. She felt sparks on the spot where her palm came in contact with his skin. Her hands rubbed his high cheekbones and sharp jawline sliding down his chest.

Chris' eyes darkened at the feel of her hands running down his chest. Was this little woman not afraid of him? He looked at the woman before him. His eyes wandered to her lips and lingered a little more than a few seconds. 

Chris quickly recollected himself, shifting his gaze away from her to the dance floor to see that his friend was no longer there. He realized that he needed to leave the pretty woman alone. This girl is young enough to be my daughter, he thought and wanted to leave, but couldn't bring himself to do so. 

He instead took a step forward and pulled her to himself. “May I have a dance with you?” he gestured to the dance floor, leading Gina towards it but she instead leaned into him, his exquisite masculine scent filled her nostrils. She lifted her face and fluttered her lashes at him. 

“You smell so delicious.”

He smirked. He bent a little bit, just enough to whisper into her ear, “I taste even much better than I smell.” 

Gina shuddered at his words as his husky voice sent shivers down her whole body. The feel of his warm breath against her skin made it burn with desire. 

Gina was surprised at her body’s reaction to the man before her. A pool had begun to form between her legs. She had never reacted to anyone this way, not even her boyfriend. Scratch that, ex-boyfriend. 

Her face scrunched up as she recalled Ethan and her sister Nina. 

Ethan had nagged her severally about his desire of being intimate with her. But she always brushed it off, asking for more time. She was going to let him take her innocence in a special way and at the right time. Good thing she held back. There was no right time for Ethan and her. 

‘I'd rather give my innocence to this hunk before me. One night of fun won't hurt after all.’ She thought with a sultry smile playing on her lips.  

“What's running through that pretty head of yours?” Chris' interest was piqued. He had observed her and so, he took note of every expression on her face. 

“Take me!” She blurted out. 

“Hunh?” Chris was uncertain about what she meant. He didn't want to mess things up by misunderstanding her words, even though this woman appealed to him greatly. 

Left for him, he would give anything to get her pinned down to his bed and fucked through the mattress like she stole some gold bars of his. He ran his fingers over his hair, sighing at the dirty thoughts running through his mind. 

Gina's brows creased as she looked up at him, her head tilting to one side. “I want you to fuck me.” Gina said a bit too loudly.  

Chris narrowed his eyes at her, “What did you say?” He was sure he had heard wrongly. This little woman before him looked so innocent to have boldly uttered such unholy words. 

“I'm afraid, you do not know what you are asking for.” He warned in a dangerously low tone. Merely holding himself back from claiming her, left him in pain. He was so hard down there with his member growing thicker as it throbbed with desire. 

Gina stood on the tip of her toes, and cupped his face, lowering it to meet hers, then she planted a kiss on his lip. Chris couldn't stop himself from reciprocating, as he crashed his lips onto hers with a possessive hunger. 

With every bit of restraint gone out the window, Chris took Gina to his private suite that was just a few levels below the rooftop bar. 

As soon as Chris shut the door, he grabbed her butt and squeezed it gently. He carried her up with her legs wrapped around his waist and dumped her on the bed, unfastening his pants hastily. In a few seconds, every piece of clothing that separated their naked bodies was on the floor. 

His hand slid in between her legs and he was pleased to find her already wet. 

“Too eager, are we?” He smirked as his thumb played with her mounds of delicate flesh. 

He grabbed her legs and spread them apart, positioning himself between her thighs. Unaware that this would be her first time, he plunged inside her eliciting a soft cry of pain from her. 

He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation that shot through him as he invaded her. Then he slowly began to move gently in and out of her, with his pace increasing each passing second. Her soft cries transformed into moans.

Chris found himself echoing her rhythms possessively, her tightness drove him insane. They went on and on at it until Gina couldn't go anymore. 

“No more please.” She said weakly.