Strangers in the Night - by Tresca

She rolled her wrist one more time to check her watch, they were late. This of all days, they were late. She crossed her legs tugging at the hem of her knee high boot. Damn new boots, and a new dress. Everything and they couldn't even be here to help me celebrate. Just great.

She swirled the last of the Sauvignon Blanc in her glass and finished it pressing the bottom against the coaster. "Happy Birthday indeed" she muttered. Here she was sitting at a bar, alone waiting.

Let's meet there, it will be fun. The girls had all planned this for weeks, for Samantha, everyone was meant to be there. Willow, Hath, Steph, Tara, PJJ, Carol and even Venus and Tresca were making the long-haul trip across the ocean to be here. Mistress-Commiseration it was dubbed. She'd even convinced her husband to let her out for the night to be with her girls.

Maybe she'd got the wrong place? No, she organized this. There was no way that could have happened. She never missed a detail as important as this.

"Another glass Ms?" the bartender asked picking up the wine glass by the stem.

"No thank you I—"

"She will, make it a bottle of your finest Sauvignon Blanc" she snapped her gaze up at the man that had joined her at the bar. Dressed in a neat black woollen blended suit, no mistake that it would have been worth thousands. A crisp white wide collared shirt, with a blue silk pocket square.

The first thing she noticed was his eyes. Aqua blue, with depth that she could get lost in easily.

The second thing was his lips, curled in a small smirk quirking upwards at the corners.

The third-

"Now what is a woman like you doing in a place like this all alone?" his voice was smooth, his Jersey accent thick.

She chuckled, there was no denying how handsome he was, her eyes fell to the splattering of grey chest hair that peeked out the open v of the shirt. "Well would you believe I've been stood up on my birthday?" she explained letting the small smirk of her own twitch at the corner of her mouth.

He rested his hands on the bar clasped as the bartender poured two glasses of the wine "Well I find that hard to believe. Pity for them and lucky for me" his eyebrow rose as he picked up a glass and offered it to her.

She knew who he was. The minute she'd laid eyes on him. The suaveness and sophistication of the man floored her up close; people that wrote about this sort of thing had no real true idea till it was here staring her in the face. All these years and he still knew how to make her heart pound erratically inside her chest.

She took the glass and brought it to her lips and nodded approvingly. "And what makes you think that I'm going to let you be lucky" she asked. The throaty laugh rumbled from his throat.
He'd seen her the minute walked into the bar looking trying not to look annoyed and hide the disappointment that was clearly showing on the soft features of her face. The way she sat crossed legged on the bar stool showing just a little leg, just enough to evoke bad thoughts. And the black low cut dress she wore showed off her best features and settled just above her knees.
He didn't usually do this but something tonight made him take the chance. The disappointed look on her face was much too hard to ignore.

He raised his own glass to his lips turning to face her, his stare intense "Because you can't say no to me"

Sam just about fell backwards on her stool with his assertion in his statement; normally a man with such arrogance and disposition would have found his cheek connected with her hand.

But not this one.

He knew she wanted him. And he loved it.

She kept her tone cool and calm "You seem very sure of yourself there... Mr..." she trailed off and the surprise in his eyes showed.

He leaned forward, his face just inches away from hers, those lips just moments away, all she'd have to do is lean forward and learn how surprisingly soft they really were.

"Bongiovi..." he breathed. The overwhelming scent of spice and leather came over here as the spicy notes of his cologne wrapped around her. She wanted to touch. But she wasn't that girl.
"Bongiovi" she repeated locking her eyes with his. He wasn't backing down.

"And yours?" he asked his hand placing on her knee, letting his fingers bunch around the material of her dress.

"You can call me Samantha" she whispered. Cinnamon hair framed his face with little hints of grey just around his ears.

His face edged past hers and his lips brushed against her ear "Ok Samantha"

She shivered and closed her eyes relishing the heat and presence of the man now intent of seducing her. She should have stopped, but hell it was her birthday right? And you only lived once?

His nose nuzzled into her hair and a low moan came from his throat. She shifted in her seat, what was it about this man that had her hormones in a tangle the minute he breathed?

"Seems such a shame…" he drew on her lobe and sucked it into his mouth "to be here all alone on your birthday" the warm thick breath on her neck was causing all kinds of trouble. His hand rested at her hip, the pad of his thumb tracing across her cheek.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. She swallowed and couldn't help the small smile that was playing on her lips "Well what do you intend to do about that?"

His hands ran down the sides of her thighs as he pressed his body against her dipping his head into the hollow of her neck "I have one idea" his whispered.

The busy chatter of the bar faded out, with her heartbeat the only thing she could hear pounding in her ears and his lips on her neck became the only thing she could feel.

"Samantha" he breathed "My sweet Samantha" his teeth scraped up the long arch of her neck over her chin till his lips crashed down on hers. The explosion of heat and sin took over her body.
His hands snaked around to the small of her back to keep her from falling back as the pressure of the kiss intensified. His tongue plunged in, the sweet taste of wine mixed in with sin filling his mouth as his tongue probed every corner of her mouth.

"Jon, we can't—"she tried to pull away, god did she try. But he was a drug, one taste and one feel how good it felt to be in his arms and she was an addict. Why did this man have this effect on her so much? She hated he could take her from calm and collective and in control to a shaking mess in a nano-second.

One hand slid up the back of her. His fingertips dragged across the bare skin at the back of the dress right up to her neck, pulling her in closer. His arousal was obvious as it pressed into her belly.

"We can"

"We will, I'm not taking no for an answer Samantha"

Just when breathing was becoming optional he pulled away and took her hand "Come" was all he said. What did she do? She had no choice as he tugged her off the stool, the bar was a blur of lights and sound incoherent as the click of his heels followed him out the door. He pulled her into a small alleyway by the bar and pushed her gently against the wall.

She gasped at the cool brick against her burning skin, out here? Was he crazy? Didn't he know if anyone saw him he'd be a paparazzi's dream?

"Jon, we can—"

"Hush" he pressed a finger against her lips.

"No more talking" his blue eyes almost black under the darkness of the alley.

"But Jon" she panicked a little, anyone could see them. It turned her on and made her panic all at the same time.

"I mean it" he scowled sliding the strap of her dress down her shoulder. He dragged his mouth over her bare shoulder pushing the flimsy material around her breast away. A devilish grin spread across his face as he nosed into the red lace.

"You are very naughty Samantha. I like naughty"

He sucked on the lace with his mouth, edging down towards her swollen nipple.

She groaned and lifted her head up and back against the concrete. "Show me" she whispered.
The dark chuckle from his throat filled the alleyway "That's more like it. I knew you were"
The sensation of his hot heavy mouth on her breast was enough, god this was just beginning. How the hell was she going to make it through anything else? The passion and the lust already sparking through her body causing goose bumps all over her body.

As he kept sucking flicking his tongue over her peak, the sounds she made she knew couldn't be just made from any man doing this to her.

His hand drifted up her bare thigh and under the dress finding her lacy thong. He ran a light finger tip across the arch on her hip right to her centre. Once there he drew a line down the centre of her, feeling how wet she already was for him.

"Tell me you want me"

"Tell me you need me"

"Oh god, Jon—please…" she was going to cum, just at a freakin' touch none the less. She ached, throbbed for more.

"I need--" she pleaded, her fingers laced through his hair, tugging at the ends.

"Not till you tell me" his finger hooked around the line of the scrap of lace poised but didn't move.

She was crumbling, melting, and still only standing up against the wall because the force of his body was holding her there. The seduction had begun, who was she kidding? It began the minute he'd walked into the bar.

The pad of his index finger scraped her nipple again, his cock tightening at the moan she made.
She met his eyes in the darkness "I want more" she breathed.

His thumb and finger tightened around her swollen nub "And?" his lips just millimetres away from her lips.

Samantha didn't need anyone, she was always confident, independent, the natural girl that everyone had fun with… she didn't need anyone.

Until now.

Her eyes flicked down to his lips and instinctively she licked her own.

"I need you Jon" her hands shook as she reached for his shirt pulling it apart popping open the buttons, desperate to feel his warmth. Her fingers sank into his heat, the soft grey tipped fur, enough to make a grown woman orgasm on the spot. They slid slowly up over hard hours at the gym, every bump she felt till she let her thumbs brush over his nipples.

He let out a low hiss and mouthed the words "No" his hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.

Control. He wanted it.

His hand reached back down to the heart of her.

"Now tell me again" he slipped one finger into her slick heat.

Her knees were buckling, and shivers raced across her skin, her head was buzzing like she'd drunk more than the two glasses of wine she'd had. Her fingers curled around the hand that was holding her to the wall.

"I want you...god Jon..."

"So hot" he whispered against her skin, he pumped her slowly her hips rocking against his motions.

Still constricted she wanted to move, wanted to touch but still he pinned her wrists to the wall.
His mouth latched on hers, the kiss slow soft and sweet at first before it became hard, urgent and seductive. He needed the heart of her. All of it.

She forgot where they were, forgot the night and evidently forgot to breathe. Her leg lifted and her leather clad calf wrapped around his waist opening her up more for him. His thumb found the heart of her and rolled over her tight knot of nerves.

She bit her lip, desperate to break the screams that were building in her throat.

"Don't hold it in" his wanting mouth found hers in a long kiss as she screamed down his throat as it shook her body. He released her hands and she raked them through his hair pulling him closer, hungry for more.

"Jon—" her brain scrambled to comprehend what they were doing. This was wrong. Out here, if anyone saw and knew. God, the consequences for both of them.

His fingers tugged at the skimpy lace band of thong and in one quick motion he snapped it right off her body. She gasped at the devilish gleam in his eyes.

"Was in my way" was all he said.

She reached for his heavy buckle and un-looped it letting it thunk to the ground. The smell of him and the smell of her sex were heavy around them.

"Was in my way" she said back.

He chuckled darkly and his eyes fell to her hands as they dove into pants, he groaned and leaned forward putting both palms against the wall just above her shoulders to steady himself. He threw his head back.

"Sam" her hands gripped around his length, and stroked him slowly.

"More"

It was her turn to chuckle, for the man that loved the control she'd found his kryptonite. She leaned forward and kissed slowly up his neck.

"Tell me you want more" her teeth grazed over the protrusion of his Adam's apple.

He growled as she'd turned his words around on him, his hands digging into the concrete behind her as he met her eyes. "More, I want more Sam"

She cupped him in one hand using her thumb to lightly massage his sac and with the other she stroked long and methodically.

"Fuck" he muttered into the darkness, his pulse was racing and his cock thrummed under her touch.

"I want to be inside you" it wasn't a question it was a demand. He pulled up and pushed her back against the wall. He entered her swiftly, seating himself deep inside her, scooping her up to wrap both of her legs around her waist so she could arch back against the wall. His short nails dug into her ass keeping her braced.

"Jon" as she relished the full feeling inside her. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she groaned when his mouth dipped down and his tongue stroked her aching nipple.

"Yes" her fingers teased the hair at the back of his nape.

Their mouths crashed when he came back up and his hips rolled into her starting the motions that she most craved. God, what am I doing out here? This is crazy? Fuck it, for him making me crazy.

She tightened around him, the force of him overwhelming and seductive, and the first orgasm hitting her out of nowhere and rocketing through her like thunderbolt.

"Oh shit" she panted the sweat starting to form down her temples. Her nails dug into his shoulders and his further into her ass.

"God I need…." Matching him thrust for thrust. Her body was starting to vibrate with the desire to come. "Please"

His fingers dug harder into her skin as he fucked her. There was no other way of putting it than that. They were in an alleyway for Christ's sake. He tightened and then spilled deep inside her. "Shit" he muttered as he thrust through the tightness.

"Come on Sam" he whispered "Let me feel it, you know you want to" his lips teased across hers, his voice heavy and laced with sex.

The night went blurry and everything faded away except the pulsing in her ears and the man under her giving her the ride of her life. "Oh god, that's it" she whispered.

His thumb dragged around to her clit and using the tip he massaged her lightly heightening her breath till she gave in and clenched around him crying out his name over and over.
He held her tight, as he rode out the shockwaves and helped her feet back to the ground. Thank god she had him still holding her, or she would have been a puddle on the ground by now.
"Happy Birthday Baby" his smiled into the long kiss he sucked on her lips. His tongue slid in and took over every part of her. His hands rubbed down her arms as he straightened himself up, soothing the trembles her body still made.

She looked up into sea blue eyes that could command anything, "I don't know what to say....I just---" she stuttered still overwhelmed over what had happened.

He leaned in again and silenced her with a kiss "Don't say anything, just leave it there..." he scraped his lips across her jaw and kissed her on the forehead before standing back into the alleyway retrieving his belt, leaving the void between them.

She watched him turn and disappear, holy fuck. She reached for her purse which had fallen to the ground below them and shakily found her i-phone. No messages. What the hell? Where were the girls and wait till she told them? She pressed a name and was about to dial but stopped. A small grin spread across her lips as his scent was still thick on her.

She needed to clean herself up; god knows what she must have looked like, the dishevelled woman indeed. Ok, I'll go back to the suite and freshen up and then hunt these girls down.
She straightened herself up and headed back to her hotel, hopefully her husband would still be out. He couldn't see her like this.

She fished through her purse for her key card and jammed it in the door. It beeped and the door opened.

"Surprise!!" she just about lost her footing on her boots and fell backwards grabbing the doorframe for support. There they all were, all the girls every single one of them armed with champagne and gifts.

"Y'all!" she exclaimed slapping her hand against her face and then remembered what she must of looked like. Oh god, oh shit.

"You look like you've had a rough night baby" a husky voice crooned into her ear sending familiar shivers down her spine.

She turned to face her husband, the man that constantly made loving easy and effortless. The man that loved to play games and keep her on her toes.

"Yeah this guy holed me up against a wall outside and had his wicked way with me" she smiled into his lips.

A brow arched "Should I be jealous?" he asked.

"No but you're giving me a back massage later" she grinned. "Brick Walls hurt Jon"

He chuckled and snaked his arms around her in a kiss dipping her down slightly "It would be my pleasure, Samantha. Now go and enjoy your friends and later you'll get part two of your birthday gift"

She stroked her finger down his cheek and kissed him back straightening his blue pocket square, amazed he'd managed to look completely untouched and immaculate again.

"I'll look forward to it"