The dimly lit bar had its regular patrons, with the occasional outsider, and tonight was no different.
The ambiance was thick with whispers and faint music, and the golden glow from the lanterns created an atmosphere ripe with seduction and secrets.
Crystal, her drink poised at her lips, cast a sly glance at Brandon.
"You know, this whiskey has a way of making me… blush,"
She confessed, letting her fingers lightly trail over the back of his hand.
Brandon smirked,
"Is that so? Well, the same whiskey seems to have a way of making me... bold."
With that, he took her hand into his, tracing slow, deliberate circles over her wrist with his thumb.
Their drinks, once serving as a barrier between them, now acted as the conduit of their escalating desire.
*Clink*
Each time they clinked glasses, they found an excuse to linger just a moment too long, allowing their fingers to intertwine, each touch more charged than the last.
As the night wore on and the liquid courage took effect, their conversation took on a more provocative tone.
The rest of the world seemed to blur out of focus, leaving only the two of them in its cocoon.
Crystal's voice, a low sultry tone, pierced the haze of alcohol and desire.
"If you had to describe me with just one word right now, what would it be?"
Brandon looked her up and down, drinking in her form.
His gaze settled on her lips, slightly parted and gleaming with moisture from the drink.
"Tempting,"
He breathed out, the word heavy with promise.
She felt his fingers trace a tantalizing path up her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.
They paused there, teasing the delicate skin just below her ear, before tenderly tucking a rebellious strand of hair behind it.
"Mmm... Not good enough,"
She purred, taking another sip of her drink and deliberately letting a drop linger on her lower lip, before boldly drawing her leg over and placing it on his thigh.
The gesture was confident, yet something in her eyes betrayed her — a flicker of uncertainty, a shadow of innocence.
*Gasps*
Crystal's breath hitched as she found herself being pulled into Brandon's lap, their bodies flush against each other.
His scent - a mix of whiskey, leather, and a hint of something wild and untamed - filled her senses, intoxicating her further.
There was a tension in the air, palpable and thick, wrapping around them in intoxicating waves.
She had intended to tantalize him, but as their faces drew nearer, and the weight of the moment settled upon her, a hint of hesitation clouded her sapphire eyes.
It wasn't just the alcohol that made her bold; it was a mask, a facade.
For beneath the veneer of the seductress was a woman who'd never truly known the touch of a lover.
A fleeting suspicion dawned on Brandon, and though their lips hovered mere millimeters apart, he chose not to bridge the gap.
Instead, he drew her even closer into his embrace, his lips grazing the outer curve of her ear,
"You're playing with fire…"
The words, spoken in a voice husky with desire, sent a ripple of excitement down Crystal's spine.
Her heart pounded in her chest as his breath, warm and whiskey-laden, caressed her earlobe, followed by the teasing touch of his tongue.
"Mhhmmm!"
She let out a soft gasp, her body shivering in response.
The sensation was like a bolt of lightning, searing straight to her core.
"That's... four... words,"
She managed to murmur, the words coming out breathy and faint.
The faint throb of music, the distant clink of glasses, the low murmur of voices around them faded into insignificance.
All she was aware of was the man holding her, his scent enveloping her, his body warmth seeping into hers.
With a smirk, Brandon's free hand found its way to the small of her back, pressing her closer.
"Your turn,"
He murmured, leaning in.
His lips hovered mere millimeters from hers, their breaths mingling, the tension almost unbearable.
"Tell me,"
He whispered, each word a soft caress,
"What's your word for me?"
She bit her lip, an instinctive attempt to control her reaction, but it did little to dampen her escalating excitement.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, as if reaffirming a decision she had made.
"313"
Crystal rose and with an enticing curl of her finger, beckoned Brandon.
"Come~"
She whispered…
The undeniable pull between them, heightened by the alcohol and the intoxicating tension, was impossible to resist.
The corner of Brandon's mouth quirked up in a half-smile, and he took her hand.
Soon, the door clicked shut, leaving them enveloped in the dimly lit room.
Crystal leaned against the door behind her her face flushed red.
She reached behind and slowly began to unzip her leather suit, the sound of the zipper the only noise piercing the silent room.
The leather peeled away from her skin, revealing soft, pale shoulders and a hint of the delicate lace beneath.
She let the suit fall, pooling around her ankles, leaving her in a stunning lingerie set that clung to her voluptuous curves.
Captivated, Brandon leaned in, capturing her lips with his own, tasting the intoxicating blend of the whiskey they had shared and her unique essence.
"Nhhhghh~"
Crystal let out a sultry moan as she felt Brandon disrobe her of her lingerie while he kissed her neck.
Brandon lifted her supple naked body up and carried her onto the bed as Crystal ripped off his shirt.
The heat between them was palpable.
While exploring, touching and tasting every inch of Crystal's curves, Brandon quickly freed himself from his trousers and drove into her.
His thumbs brushing circles over her nipples, his fingers tracing the curves of her juicy hips.
Crystal arched her back as he filled her completely.
A tear trickled down her face as she winced in pain.
Looking down, Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he saw traces of crimson.
Crystal put her arms around his neck and purred,
"It's my choice, I want you~ Make me… yours~"
Soft sighs turned into sultry moans~
Moans turned into fervent cries of pleasure~
As their tongues twined togethers, Brandon pushed deeper and faster…
"Mhmmm~ Oh~ God GOD… YESS… Just like that~"
Crystal moaned, lost in the sensation of him inside her.
Hours passed as they reveled in each other's passionate touch.
As dawn's first light filtered through the window, Brandon reached out, expecting to feel the warmth of her skin.
Instead, his fingers met with cold sheets, her form absent, her scent lingering as the only trace of her presence.
The sheets beside him were rumpled but cold.
A single note lay on the pillow,
'No regrets XOXO'
She didn't even leave her name...