Chapter 4

Danielle's POV 

My surprise echoed through the dimly lit room, the shadows playing tricks on my already blurred vision. Confusion and disorientation mingled with the remnants of alcohol in my system. 

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed again, my tone a blend of astonishment and frustration. Her head spun, struggling to make sense of the unexpected stranger.

The room remained shrouded in semi-darkness, making it difficult to distinguish details. But amidst the dim light, a voice emerged from the shadows, gruff and filled with equal parts surprise and irritation. "Who the hell are you?"

"No, who the hell are you?" The man asked. 

A sudden and brazen idea occured to me. Slowly I stood from the bed and walked towards the man slowly, trying to be as seductive as I could in my state. The man immediately caught me as I stumbled before him. 

He grabbed my waist and brought me to the bed, setting me on it gently. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you're definitely drunk. You need to sleep it off."

"No, I don't." I murmured and grabbed his bare shoulders, pulling him forward till we were practically nose-to-nose. "Make me forget tonight."

I could feel his shaky, husky breath on my face. And without warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

He tasted of whiskey and toothpaste, the weird blend making me even more horny and brazen than I already was. I was vaguely aware of his hands feeling their way around my body. The edges of my consciousness were still blurred by the effects of the drinks, and I tried to raise my head but couldn't. I felt like I was being held down by the gentle, yet powerful force of his body.

He forced his lips away from mine with a gasp, then went for the strap of my dress. Soon I felt the soft satin fabric of my dress slip from my body and his warm pair of hands cup my bare breasts. The hands began to knead gently, sensuously. I moaned in pleasure and squirmed, trying to get a stronger hold of my consciousness. His hands moved from my breasts to my nipples, rubbing them in soft, circular motions and I gasped, still reeling from the alcohol.

I felt my panties being pulled down my legs and I gently parted them to give him space. The stranger's hands gently stroked my crotch and all rational thought left me as a moan of bliss escaped my lips. The fingers moved from the outside and found my clit between the folds of skin, giving me stroke after stroke of pure pleasure. My back arched as the fingers dipped into my wet pussy, stroking once, twice, thrice as I sighed in pleasure.

The hands slid out of my pussy and I whimpered in protest, hearing a muffled groan and the sound of a zipper as if from far away. Soon I felt my knees being jerked upwards and a heavy weight in between my legs. Before I could gather my thoughts together, the weight was deep inside me.

I let out a groan that sounded distant as the weight tore through my virginity. A small stab of pain hit my lower belly but it was gone almost as soon as it came. I began to move involuntarily as the weight continued thrusting and pulling out again and again.

Our tempo increased, my hips moving with his as I clawed at the bedcovers in pleasure. In a matter of minutes, my body started to stiffen and quiver with building climax as the person continued to thrust. I held on to his shoulders, feeling all thought of Davis leave my head as I approached orgasm.

Soon the quivering reached an uncontrollable level and I heard myself scream out in pleasure, a sound that was strange and distant to my ears. The man on top of me began to let out groans of pleasure and I felt a rush of liquid leave my body, climaxing forcefully and gripping the bedcovers.

I was still panting, trying to slow my breathing and my thumping heart. My thoughts were all over the place. Wow… that was astounding. What was more, it had taken the edge off the pain and hurt I still felt from Davis' betrayal. I opened my eyes, or tried to, and winced at the sudden light. My vision was still blurry, and I tried to raise my head but was suddenly attacked by a splitting headache. I fell back and closed my eyes again, feeling the man shift beside me.

Before I could get my wits together, I felt the man's breath on my face. "Do you want to continue?" He murmured.

"Yes, please." I whispered. His strong hands turned me around on my face suddenly. His hands moved down, lightly touching my waist, my hips, and down my thighs to the back of my knees. With a deft motion the hands pushed my knees up higher, so that my behind was up in the air. 

The weight I'd felt before was back again, between my legs and pressed against my lower back, and the hand traveled up again, over my thighs to my behind. He caressed my butt cheeks slowly, and then skimmed until his fingers came down between my legs. Long fingers began to dip in and out of my pussy, slowly massaging my clitoris till I was dripping wet and ready to go again.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the delicious pleasure coursed through me and tried to call out again, but could only release a soft moan. The man leaned down, his weight on me again, and grabbed my hair, holding my head firm.

And slowly he eased into me from behind, taking me slowly, slowly, until he was completely buried in me. Stretching me, delectable and relentless. I groaned loudly into the pillows and tried to raise my head again. The weight felt deeper this time, more pleasurable. I groaned again, and he deliberately circled his hips and pulled back, paused for a while, and then eased his way back in. His thrusting and pulling out increased in tempo and he let go of my hair forcefully, muttering fuck! over and over again. 

I heard my butt cheeks slap together, amazed that my body could react like this. I began to tense again and I felt the man's body react the same way. My body convulsed uncontrollably as I came loudly, screaming in pleasure into the pillows. The man suddenly stiffened and moaned loudly, pouring himself into me as he had his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of me, his face in my hair.

“Damn." he whispered. He pulled out of me immediately and rolled over to the other side, leaving me to my scattered thoughts. I was so tired and drunk that I barely looked at the man on the bed beside me and rolled over too, so that my back was facing him. I sighed peacefully and hugged my legs close to my chest, utterly tired, and fell into a dreamless and exhausted sleep.

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When I woke again, it was already bright. Sunlight filtered from the open window above me and I turned, then groaned in pleasure. The effects of the drink I'd had last night had worn off, to be replaced by a splitting headache.

I let out a sullen "Ugh!" and sat up, then looked around slowly. Like a tidal wave, the memories of the previous night came washing over me. My mind went in a loop, replaying the events over and over again.

The dance.

Davis and Annabelle.

The after-party.

The stranger in the room.

Fuck!

My eyes widened and I sprang from the bed, staring at the man who was sleeping peacefully on the other side. I suddenly became aware of just how naked I was, and what had happened betwern us the previous night.

I couldn't wrap my mind around it all.

I stared at the man: he definitely looked older than me, by five years if not more. And while he was heartbreakingly handsome—with the sunlight warming his face—I definitely wasn't planning my virginity to be taken in this manner..

Suddenly a clocked beeped four times and I glanced up. The time read: 11:00 a.m. Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew that something wasn't right. It took me several groping and introspection to realise that I had an appointment today. 

Suddenly I sprang from where I stood and reached for my cell phone, which was on a nearby table. Heart thudding with fear, I turned the device on and checked my notifications.

My alarm had gone off four times already, telling me to prepare for my scholarship exams.

With trembling fingers, I opened the notes app on my phone, then scrolled down to when my exams was supposed to start.

It was due by eight a.m.

I'd missed my scholarship exams!