The door creaked open, and I froze. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in the silence of the night. The room was dark, but my eyes had adjusted enough to make out the silhouette of a figure slipping inside. It was her—the woman from the bar. The one I’d been watching all evening.

“You didn’t think I’d find you, did you?” she whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and something darker. Her tone sent a shiver down my spine, not entirely unpleasant.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. “How did you…?”

She stepped closer, her movements fluid and almost predatory. “You left quite the trail, darling. A man who watches as intently as you do leaves traces.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, embarrassment mingling with the thrill of being caught. She moved like a shadow, her fingers brushing against the wall to find the light switch. The room flooded with soft, ambient light, revealing her in full.

She was even more stunning up close, her features sharp and commanding. Her eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, as if daring me to look away. I couldn’t. There was something magnetic about her, something that drew me in despite the danger.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a slow, wicked curl of her lips. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to see what you’re made of.”

Before I could react, her hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength. She pulled me towards her, our bodies colliding with a force that took my breath away. Her other hand snaked around my neck, pulling my head down until our faces were inches apart.

“Do you like watching, or do you prefer to be watched?” she breathed, her lips so close I could feel the warmth of her breath against mine.

I struggled to form a coherent thought, let alone a response. All I could manage was a shaky, “Both.”

Her laugh was low and throaty, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Good answer.”

With a suddenness that left me breathless, she released me and stepped back, giving me space but never breaking eye contact. Her gaze roamed over me, taking in every detail, making me feel both exposed and desired.

“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated for only a moment before obeying, my hands trembling as they fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. She watched, her expression unreadable, as I stripped down to nothing. The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but it was her eyes that burned into me, scorching me from the inside out.

“Now me,” she said, her tone softening slightly.

I moved forward, my hands shaking as I reached for the zipper of her dress. She stood still, allowing me to undress her, her eyes never leaving mine. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet, revealing the curves and angles of her form. She was perfection, every inch of her designed to drive a man wild.

And then she was naked, standing before me, her body a masterpiece of flesh and bone. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin, my arousal growing with each passing second. She stepped closer, her hands reaching out to cup my face.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice a sultry command.

I obeyed, my hands moving over her body with a reverence that bordered on worship. Her skin was smooth and warm beneath my fingertips, her curves inviting exploration. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a surge of desire coursing through me.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice thick with need.

I complied, my hands tightening their grip, my touch becoming more assertive. She responded with a gasp, her body arching into mine, pressing herself against me. The sensation was electric, a raw, primal connection that left me breathless.

“Kiss me,” she ordered, her lips hovering just inches from mine.

I leaned in, capturing her mouth with mine in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other with a hunger that seemed insatiable. She tasted like sin and salvation, a dangerous combination that left me craving more.

As we kissed, her hands roamed over my body, tracing the contours of my muscles, igniting fires wherever they touched. I could feel the heat building between us, a pressure that demanded release.

“Fuck me,” she whispered against my lips, her voice a seductive plea.

I needed no further encouragement.

I needed no further encouragement. My hands found her hips, guiding her towards the bed. She moved with a grace that was almost otherworldly, her body a symphony of curves and angles. I followed her, my desire a relentless force driving me forward. The mattress dipped under our combined weight as we fell onto it, our bodies intertwined in a desperate embrace.

Her legs parted, inviting me in. I positioned myself between them, my cock throbbing with anticipation. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, guiding me to her entrance. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot through me as she lined me up perfectly. “Now,” she whispered, her voice a sultry command.

With one swift motion, I thrust into her, burying myself deep within her warmth. She cried out, a sound that was both pain and pleasure, a testament to the intensity of our connection. I paused, giving her a moment to adjust, but she pulled me closer, her nails digging into my back. “Don’t stop,” she demanded, her voice a breathless plea.

I began to move, my hips pumping in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me, the friction between us creating a fire that burned hotter with every second. Her walls clenched around me, milking me for all I was worth, and I could feel the pressure building, threatening to spill over.

She met each thrust with equal fervor, her body arching off the bed, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, filling the room with a soundtrack of raw desire. “Harder,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need.

I complied, increasing the pace, my thrusts becoming more aggressive. The bed creaked under the force of our passion, the sound mingling with her cries of pleasure. I could feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing, her muscles tightening around me. “Come for me,” I growled, my voice thick with lust.

Her response was immediate, a shudder running through her as she climaxed, her inner walls clenching around me in a vice-like grip. The sensation was too much, the pressure inside me reaching its peak. With a final, powerful thrust, I spilled inside her, my release a torrent of heat and pleasure.

We lay there, panting, our bodies still connected, the aftershocks of our orgasms rippling through us. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, her touch soothing yet still charged with electricity. “That was… intense,” she murmured, her voice soft and content.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of what I felt. The room was silent save for our breathing, the air thick with the scent of our combined arousal. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy.

But the silence was broken by a noise—a faint, almost imperceptible sound from the corner of the room. I turned my head, my eyes scanning the darkness. There, barely visible in the shadows, was another figure. A man, watching us with an expression of rapt fascination.

My heart skipped a beat, a mix of fear and excitement flooding through me. She noticed my reaction and followed my gaze, her eyes widening in realization. “Looks like we have company,” she said, her voice a dangerous purr.

The man stepped forward, his presence no longer hidden. He was tall, with a lean build and sharp features. His eyes were fixed on us, a hungry gleam in their depths. “Mind if I join?” he asked, his voice smooth and confident.

She looked at me, a challenge in her gaze. “What do you think?” she asked, her tone playful yet laced with something darker.

I swallowed hard, the thought of sharing her sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. “I think… we could use some entertainment,” I replied, my voice trembling with anticipation.

She smiled, a wicked curl of her lips. “Then come closer,” she beckoned to the man, her voice a seductive invitation.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He moved towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her. As he climbed onto the mattress, I could feel the tension in the air, a palpable charge that promised even more intense pleasures to come.