The beginning part 1
The mirror reflected Sarah’s hesitant expression as she adjusted the thin straps of her black dress, smoothing the fabric over her hips. She wasn’t sure if she looked seductive or if she simply felt exposed. The plunging neckline revealed more of her chest than she was used to, and the slit running up one side of the skirt teased a glimpse of her long legs. She looked… sexy. That much was undeniable.
“You’re beautiful,” Alex said softly from behind her. He was already dressed, wearing slacks and a button-down shirt that fit just a little too loose on his wiry frame. His tie hung undone around his neck like he wasn’t sure how formal this occasion really was.
“Is this too much?” Sarah asked, turning slightly and glancing at him over her shoulder. “I feel… I don’t know. Kind of ridiculous.”
“It’s perfect,” Alex assured her, his voice full of eagerness that only made her stomach churn more. “Chris will think you look stunning.”
The mention of his name made her pause. Chris. The man Alex had been obsessing over for weeks. Months, really, if she counted how long he’d been pressing her to “explore something new.” She rolled her eyes inwardly, her skepticism bubbling to the surface despite her best efforts to play along. Alex had this long running fantasy for at least the seven years they had been married to have a threesome with a black man. It's all he talked about in bed lately and frankly it got quite annoying to Sarah.
“Yeah, well, this whole thing feels pretty stupid,” she muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Let’s not pretend I’m doing this for me, Alex. This is *your* thing.”
Alex flinched slightly, but he quickly recovered, giving her a nervous smile. “I know, and I appreciate you being open to it. I really do.”
Sarah let out a sigh, tugging at the hem of her dress. It wasn’t like she hadn’t resisted. She *had*—vehemently. She’d tried everything from outright refusing to poking holes in Alex’s fantasy with biting sarcasm. Her meanest jab had been during one of their arguments a few weeks ago:
“Maybe *you’re* the one who’s into Black guys, not me. Ever think about that?”
Alex had stammered and turned red, but instead of retreating, he’d doubled down. “You don’t understand,” he’d said, his voice pleading. “It’s not like that. I just… I want us to try this. Together.”
And so here they were. After weeks of Alex playing messenger, chatting with this Chris guy online and arranging every detail, Sarah had reluctantly agreed to the meet-up. She still hadn’t spoken to Chris directly—not once. It was safer that way, she told herself. She could always back out at the last minute if something felt off. But even as she tried to convince herself of that, she couldn’t ignore the flutter of anticipation beneath her reluctance.
Deep down, Sarah knew the idea wasn’t completely foreign to her. She *had* noticed Black men before—more than noticed, if she were honest with herself. There had always been a certain confidence about them, a swagger that was both intimidating and intriguing. Still, that curiosity had been a quiet, private thing, locked away and never acted on. It wasn’t like she’d *wanted* to explore it… at least not until Alex had pushed her to.
Now, standing here in this dress, with her makeup perfectly done and her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, she couldn’t deny that there was a tiny part of her—a very tiny part—that was… curious.
“You ready?” Alex asked, interrupting her thoughts. He sounded hopeful, like he didn’t want to give her too much time to change her mind.
Sarah stared at herself in the mirror for a moment longer before finally grabbing her clutch and turning toward him. “I guess.”
As they stepped out of the house and into the cool night air, Sarah tried to push aside the nerves twisting in her stomach. The boutique hotel wasn’t far—just a short drive downtown. Alex had been insistent about choosing somewhere upscale, somewhere that would set the right mood.
“I mean, it’s not every day we meet someone like Chris,” he’d said earlier that week, his voice practically brimming with admiration.
Someone like Chris. Sarah wasn’t sure what that even meant. All she knew about him was what Alex had told her: that he was tall, muscular, successful, and very confident. Apparently, Chris had taken an immediate interest in her from the photos Alex had sent, which had only fueled Alex’s excitement.
The drive was quiet, the tension in the car thick and unspoken. Sarah stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. She wondered, not for the first time, what the hell she was doing. Was this really for Alex, or was it for herself, too? The answer was buried somewhere in the tangled mess of her emotions, too complicated to unravel right now.
When they finally pulled up in front of the hotel, Alex turned to her with a nervous smile. “You look amazing,” he said again, his voice softer this time.
Sarah forced a smile back, her fingers tightening around her clutch. “Let’s just get this over with.”
As Sarah stepped out of the car, the glow of the boutique hotel’s lights cast a soft sheen over her figure, highlighting her natural elegance. She was Asian-American, with delicate yet striking features that always turned heads wherever she went. Her almond-shaped eyes, deep brown with hints of gold in the right light, held a quiet intensity—sharp but often guarded. Her high cheekbones framed her face perfectly, and her full lips, painted in a subtle red tonight, gave her an air of sultry sophistication she wasn’t entirely aware she possessed.
Her black hair, glossy and smooth, cascaded in loose waves down to the middle of her back. It was the kind of hair that made people think of shampoo commercials, something effortlessly perfect. The black dress she wore hugged her petite but curvy frame in all the right places. She wasn’t overly tall—barely grazing 5’4”—but the confidence in the way she carried herself always made her appear statuesque. The slit up her leg revealed toned, smooth skin that hinted at her dedication to staying in shape, though she wasn’t obsessive about it.
Sarah’s body had always been a point of contention for Alex—part admiration, part insecurity. Her hourglass shape, natural curves, and strikingly firm figure made it hard for Alex to reconcile how someone as beautiful as her ended up with him. Tonight, that beauty felt amplified. The black dress, paired with delicate gold heels that added just enough height to lengthen her legs, made her look like something out of a magazine. Elegant, sexy, and effortlessly out of Alex’s league.
She took a steadying breath as she straightened up, clutching her small purse in one hand and pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Despite her reluctance to come tonight, the way she looked—the way she felt when she dressed up like this—was hard to deny. She exuded the kind of beauty that invited attention, even if she wasn’t consciously seeking it.
Still, beneath her polished exterior, there was a quiet tension in her posture, a stiffness that betrayed her uncertainty. She wasn’t a woman who lacked confidence—in fact, Sarah had always been sharp-tongued, intelligent, and fiercely independent. But tonight, as she walked toward the hotel’s entrance with Alex by her side, she felt something unfamiliar creeping in. Vulnerability. Anticipation. And, deep down, a curiosity she couldn’t shake.
The two of them walked silently, the soft click of her heels on the pavement the only sound as Alex lingered a step behind, his nervous energy palpable. Sarah could feel his eyes on her, and she knew what he was thinking. He was proud—proud to be the man who could show off a woman like her, even in a situation as bizarre as this. It was almost laughable, how eager he was to hand her off to someone like Chris, though she’d never say it out loud.
“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered again under her breath as they reached the revolving doors.
But as they stepped inside, Sarah couldn’t help but glance at her reflection in the sleek glass. For the first time in a long time, she saw a version of herself she didn’t fully recognize—still the same stunning Sarah, but with a spark of something new. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to name.
The lobby was sleek, modern, and upscale—dimly lit with polished marble floors, plush seating, and soft music humming in the background. But none of that mattered to Sarah. The moment she stepped inside, she knew. Before Alex even had the chance to point him out, she *knew*.
He was standing near the far wall, his back to them at first, but even in that simple pose, he commanded attention. Tall—easily over six feet—with broad shoulders that filled out his tailored suit effortlessly, Chris exuded a presence that seemed to shift the energy of the room. The crisp lines of his jacket and the quiet confidence in his stance made everyone else in the lobby feel like background noise. And then he turned, almost as if he had sensed them.
His dark brown eyes locked onto hers immediately, and Sarah felt something stir deep in her chest. His gaze was piercing but calm, self-assured without trying too hard. The rich complexion of his skin glowed under the warm lights, his strong jawline accentuated by a neatly trimmed beard. A faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips—not cocky, but as if he understood exactly what kind of effect he had on people. On her.
Alex cleared his throat beside her, clearly nervous, and broke the spell. He took Sarah’s hand, gently pulling her forward as they approached. Sarah was aware of her pulse quickening with each step, and for the first time that night, she wondered if she might actually enjoy this—against her better judgment.
“Chris,” Alex said, his voice coming out slightly higher-pitched than normal. He was trying to sound composed, but Sarah could feel his anxiety radiating off him. “It’s, uh, really great to finally meet you. This is Sarah.”
Chris’s eyes flicked to Alex for the briefest moment—a quick acknowledgment—before settling back on her. He extended his hand, his smile widening just enough to show his straight, white teeth. “Sarah,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, with an easy charisma that made it impossible not to notice. “It’s a pleasure.”
Sarah hesitated for half a second before taking his hand. His grip was firm, warm, and somehow electric. “Hi,” she said, her voice softer than she’d intended. She cleared her throat, trying to steady herself. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
Chris released her hand slowly, his eyes lingering on hers in a way that felt both respectful and utterly disarming. Alex shifted beside her, his movements awkward and uncertain. “So, uh,” Alex began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought we could head to the bar, maybe grab a drink, get to know each other a bit…”
Chris cut him off, his tone polite but decisive. “I was thinking Sarah and I could go to the bar alone. Get a chance to talk one-on-one.” He looked at Alex briefly but without much interest, his focus returning to Sarah as if the suggestion were already a foregone conclusion. “That sound good to you?”
Sarah blinked, surprised by the directness of his suggestion, but before she could respond, Alex spoke up. “Oh,” he said, clearly caught off guard. “Uh, yeah, sure. That’s fine. I can, um, wait here in the lobby.”
He turned to Sarah, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Just… let me know how it’s going, okay? Keep me updated.”
Sarah glanced at him, feeling a twinge of something—guilt? Annoyance? She wasn’t sure. “Okay,” she murmured, trying to sound reassuring even though her heart was pounding.
Chris held out his arm, an old-fashioned but charming gesture that made Sarah feel oddly giddy. “Shall we?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk.
Sarah hesitated for the briefest moment before slipping her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sure,” she said, her voice steadier now, though her nerves hadn’t settled.
As they walked toward the bar, leaving Alex behind, Sarah felt an inexplicable mix of emotions. She could sense Alex’s eyes on her, but all she could focus on was the warmth of Chris’s arm beneath her fingers and the sheer magnetism of the man beside her. The nerves in her stomach began to transform into something else entirely: excitement. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she agreed to meet him, but it certainly wasn’t *this.*
The bar was dimly lit and intimate, tucked into a cozy corner of the boutique hotel. Soft jazz played in the background, the kind of ambiance that encouraged quiet conversation and lingering gazes. Chris pulled out a barstool for Sarah, a small gesture that made her feel both flattered and disarmed. She slid onto it, smoothing her dress as he took the seat beside her.
The bartender approached, and before Sarah could even glance at the menu, Chris spoke confidently. “Two Old Fashioneds,” he said, his tone easy and self-assured.
“Bold choice,” Sarah remarked, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked. “I figured you might like something classic. Timeless.”
The drinks arrived quickly, and Sarah took a cautious sip, the smooth blend of whiskey and bitters warming her throat. She wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker, but tonight it somehow fit the mood. They started talking—light at first. The usual questions: what she did for work, her interests, a few jokes about the overly polished vibe of the hotel. Chris was charming, effortlessly so. He had a way of making every word feel like it mattered, every glance like it carried weight.
As the conversation flowed, so did the drinks. One Old Fashioned turned into two, and by the time the bartender brought over the third, Sarah could feel the alcohol loosening her up. She laughed more easily, leaned in closer, and found herself forgetting, even if briefly, the tension she’d carried into the night.
Her phone buzzed on the bar counter, lighting up with yet another message from Alex. She sighed, flipping it over without even looking. Chris noticed and chuckled. “Let me guess,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “Alex?”
Sarah laughed, shaking her head. “He’s been texting me nonstop since we left the lobby. Probably dying to know what’s going on.”
Chris leaned back, his smile growing. “What’s he saying?”
Sarah unlocked her phone and opened the messages, unable to suppress a grin as she read aloud: “‘How’s it going?’ ‘Are you okay?’ ‘What’s he like?’” She rolled her eyes, scrolling down. “And… oh my God… ‘I bet he’s amazing, isn’t he? What’s he saying to you?’” She laughed, but it was tinged with secondhand embarrassment. “He’s way too excited about this.”
Chris shook his head, his expression amused but composed. “Man’s living vicariously. Can’t blame him.”
“Yeah, well,” Sarah said, setting her phone down again. “He needs to chill. He’s acting like a teenager.”
Chris swirled the amber liquid in his glass thoughtfully before leaning in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. “Tell him to book a suite.”
Sarah blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“A suite,” Chris repeated, calm and matter-of-fact. “With two bedrooms. We’ll head up after this.”
For a moment, Sarah wasn’t sure if he was joking. She studied his face, looking for any trace of humor, but his expression was steady—serious, even. She let out a nervous laugh, shaking her head. “You’re not serious.”
Chris arched a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Her heart was racing now, the full weight of the situation hitting her all at once. Was this really happening? She glanced down at her phone again, still lit up with Alex’s messages.
“You want me to just… text him that?” she asked, her voice wavering between disbelief and nervous excitement.
Chris smiled, slow and confident. “Why not? Something tells me he’ll be thrilled.”
Sarah hesitated, biting her lip. The idea was outrageous, but the drinks had loosened her inhibitions, and the quiet thrill of Chris’s confidence was contagious. Against her better judgment, she opened her phone and started typing.
Her fingers hesitated over the screen before hitting send: *“Chris says to book a suite. Two bedrooms. Do it now.”*
The reply came almost instantly: *“OMG Sarah’s finally gonna get blacked!!”*
She stared at the message, equal parts mortified and amused. “Oh my God,” she muttered, covering her face with one hand.
Chris leaned over, catching a glimpse of the screen. His deep laugh filled the space between them, rich and genuine. “Man’s excited,” he said, shaking his head. “Can’t say I blame him.”
Sarah couldn’t help but laugh, too, the absurdity of the situation hitting her all at once. “This is insane,” she said, more to herself than to him.
Chris raised his glass. “Here’s to a night you won’t forget,” he said, his tone carrying just enough edge to make her cheeks flush. She clinked her glass against his, taking a long sip before setting it down.
As they finished their drinks, Chris signaled the bartender. “Put it on Alex’s room charge,” he said smoothly, his smile widening.
The bartender nodded, seemingly unfazed, but Sarah burst into laughter, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, still grinning.
Chris shrugged, his confidence unshaken. “Why not? He’ll be happy to cover it.”
She laughed again, shaking her head as they slid off their stools. As they walked back toward the lobby, Sarah’s mind was spinning. She couldn’t believe how the night had unfolded, couldn’t believe how easily Chris had taken control of the situation—and how willingly she’d let him. And as they approached Alex, who was nervously pacing near the front desk, she realized something else: she wasn’t scared anymore. She was intrigued. Excited. And maybe, just maybe, ready.
As they left the bar, the mood between them shifted, the air charged with a quiet, unspoken tension. Sarah walked beside Chris, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, her mind a blur of thoughts and emotions. The drinks had loosened her, sure, but there was something else—something about him that made her feel uncharacteristically daring. She barely noticed when his arm slid around her waist as they moved through the dimly lit hallway toward the lobby.
Then, without warning, his hand dipped lower, resting firmly on her backside. Her breath hitched, and she froze for half a second, her heart hammering in her chest. His large, warm hand cupped her ass with an ease that made it clear he wasn’t asking for permission. And then, as they continued to walk, she felt his middle finger press firmly between her cheeks, right through the thin fabric of her dress.
Sarah’s mind spun. This was the first time another man had ever touched her like this—intimately, possessively. She should have stopped him. She *could* stop him. But she didn’t. Her body betrayed her, responding to the heat of his touch and the boldness of his actions. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
Chris, for his part, was completely unbothered. His expression remained calm, composed, like this was the most natural thing in the world. If anyone noticed, he didn’t care. He continued walking, his middle finger pressing a little more insistently as they neared the lobby.
By the time they stepped into the open space, Sarah was practically holding her breath. Alex was pacing near the front desk, his phone in hand, clearly on edge. When he spotted them, his face lit up, a mix of relief and excitement flooding his features.
“Hey!” Alex said, his voice slightly too loud in the quiet lobby. He hurried over, glancing at Sarah and then at Chris. “How’s it going? Everything okay?”
Chris didn’t bother removing his hand. He gave Sarah’s ass a firm squeeze, his finger still nestled between her cheeks, and smiled down at Alex like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Everything’s great,” he said smoothly, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
Sarah didn’t dare look at Alex—she wasn’t sure what her face would give away. Instead, she kept her expression neutral, forcing herself to breathe normally as Chris’s hand remained firmly in place, his touch sending shockwaves through her body.
Alex, oblivious, fumbled with his phone, holding it up to Sarah. “I, uh, I booked the suite,” he said, his voice tinged with nervous excitement. “It’s on the top floor—two bedrooms, like you said.”
Chris nodded approvingly, his gaze never leaving Alex. “Good,” he said simply, his tone commanding yet casual. “I knew you’d handle it.”
Alex beamed, clearly eager to please. “Yeah, of course. Anything you need.”
Chris finally turned his attention back to Sarah, his hand still unmoving, his confidence utterly unshaken. “Ready to head up?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Sarah nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris smirked, giving her ass one last squeeze before finally removing his hand. She felt the absence of his touch immediately, like a spark that had been extinguished too soon. As they walked toward the elevators, Sarah couldn’t help but glance back at Alex, who was practically buzzing with excitement.
Her stomach flipped as the reality of what was happening began to sink in. She was stepping into something entirely new, entirely unexpected—and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be the same again.
As the elevator doors slid closed, Chris stepped behind Sarah and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her snugly against him. The scent of his cologne—rich, spicy, intoxicating—filled her senses, and she felt his warmth radiating through her dress. His hands wasted no time finding her hips, then sliding down to her backside, cupping and kneading her with a possessiveness that made her breath hitch.
Alex shifted nervously beside them, clearing his throat. “Uh, so, um, I was thinking maybe we should… set some ground rules. You know, before we—”
“Sure thing,” Chris said dismissively, his deep voice calm and smooth, as if Alex’s words barely registered. His hands were busy, sliding lower, his middle finger pressing firmly between Sarah’s cheeks once more. She gasped softly, her body betraying her as a rush of heat shot through her. Chris didn’t even glance at Alex, his focus entirely on her as his lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Sarah felt her knees weaken as he kissed her neck, slow and deliberate, his warm breath teasing her skin. Her pulse quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Alex fidgeting beside them, awkward and uncertain, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could think about was Chris—his touch, his scent, his sheer presence. He was in complete control, and deep down, she knew that whatever “rules” Alex came up with didn’t matter. They didn’t apply to a man like Chris.
Chris was a true alpha, the kind of man who made his own rules and expected the world to follow. And in this moment, Sarah was under his spell, caught in the magnetic pull of his dominance. She didn’t resist as his hand slid up the back of her dress, his fingers brushing against the thin strap of her thong. Her breath caught in her throat when he hooked his middle finger under the fabric, pulling it taut against her.
“You’re wearing this for me,” he murmured against her ear, his voice a low growl that sent a delicious shiver through her body. His finger slipped lower, teasing her through the fabric, and Sarah had to bite her lip to stifle a soft moan. Her cheeks flushed with heat, both from his boldness and the fact that Alex was standing right there. But Alex didn’t matter. Nothing did—not the elevator, not the world outside. In this moment, it was just Chris and his overwhelming presence consuming her.
She knew, without a doubt, that this night would go exactly the way *he* wanted it to. There was no pretending otherwise. No second-guessing. No denying the authority he exuded with every touch, every word, every glance.
The elevator chimed softly, signaling their arrival, and Chris removed his hand as the doors slid open. Sarah exhaled shakily, only now realizing she’d been holding her breath. They stepped out into a quiet, private hallway, the thick carpet muffling their footsteps. Theirs was the only room on the floor—a luxurious suite at the end of the corridor. Alex fumbled with the keycard, his hands trembling slightly, and Chris stood behind Sarah, his hand resting lightly on her lower back, keeping her close.
The door clicked open, and they stepped inside. The suite was massive, with high ceilings, plush furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. But Sarah barely noticed the details. Her entire focus was on the man beside her, the man who had effortlessly taken control of the night—and, she realized with a thrill, of *her*.
Chris closed the door behind them, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smile as he looked at her. “Shall we?” he said simply, his voice dripping with confidence.
Sarah swallowed hard, her body already buzzing with anticipation. She had no idea what would happen next, but one thing was certain: she wouldn’t be forgetting this night anytime soon.
The suite door had barely closed behind them when Chris turned to Sarah, his confidence unshaken. He stepped close, one large hand sliding around her waist as he pulled her against his broad chest. His lips met hers with no hesitation, his kiss deep, firm, and possessive. It caught Sarah completely off guard. Her breath hitched, and the room seemed to spin slightly as her body responded instinctively, her hands finding his shoulders for balance.
Alex stood a few feet away, wringing his hands nervously as if trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. “Uh, guys, I really think we should set some ground rules first,” he stammered, his voice thin and uncertain.
Chris didn’t even acknowledge him, his focus entirely on Sarah. His lips left hers only to trail down her jawline to her neck, where he pressed slow, deliberate kisses. Sarah’s eyes fluttered closed, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as a warm buzz spread through her body.
“First, um… I really must insist that we use condoms,” Alex pressed, his voice rising slightly as though desperate to be heard. “Sarah isn’t on birth control.”
Chris’s hand slid down, fingertips grazing the back of her thigh before finding the curve of her hip and slipping under her dress again. “Don’t have any,” Chris murmured simply, his voice deep and distracted as he continued kissing Sarah’s neck. His hand moved lower, over her thong, before sliding around to the front.
Sarah’s body tensed as he pressed against her center, and a shock shot through her—hot, electric, and undeniable. She gasped softly, her knees weakening as her body betrayed her once again. The thin fabric of her thong was soaked. *How am I this wet already?* she thought, stunned but unable to stop herself from leaning into his touch.
Chris pulled his hand back and, with a knowing smirk, held it up for her to see—his fingers glistening in the soft light of the suite. Sarah’s cheeks burned with equal parts arousal and embarrassment. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t deny what her body had just told him—and her.
Alex, still oblivious to the electricity coursing through the room, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “I, uh… I brought some we can share. Extra small,” he said, holding them up like a peace offering.
That finally made Chris pause. He turned his head slowly, his focus breaking from Sarah for the first time. For a split second, the room went silent, and then Chris burst into laughter—a deep, booming sound that seemed to echo off the walls. He doubled over slightly, shaking his head as he gestured toward the box. “You don’t think *those* are gonna fit me, do you?”
Sarah couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at her lips, a thrill shooting through her at his words. She glanced at the box in Alex’s hands, tiny and unimpressive, and then back at Chris—tall, powerful, and utterly dominant. The thought of him needing something *much bigger* made her stomach flip and her pulse race. Her mind flooded with images she couldn’t suppress, and she swallowed hard, her body growing hotter by the second.
“Listen, man,” Chris said, still chuckling, his voice dripping with amused condescension. “If you’re so worried about it, go across the street and grab some XXXL Magnums. That’s what I use.”
Alex’s face paled, and he stammered, clearly flustered. “Why don’t *you* go get them?” he shot back weakly. “I mean, they’re for you.”
Chris turned his full attention to Sarah then, his eyes locking onto hers with that same unwavering confidence. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking her to handle it. And in that moment, Sarah realized that Chris had completely flipped the dynamic. Alex had no control here.
She took a deep breath, breaking out of the spell she’d been under long enough to turn to Alex. “Babe,” she said softly, forcing calm into her voice, “can you just go? I mean… it’ll give me a little time to get comfortable. To talk to Chris, you know? Just us. I promise we'll wait for you to get back before taking this any further.”
Alex’s mouth opened, as if to protest, but he stopped himself, glancing between her and Chris. Sarah could see the hesitation all over his face, but his desperate need to make this work won out. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
“Yes,” Sarah said gently, forcing a small smile. “Please. It’ll be fine.”
Chris placed a hand on her hip again, his presence as steady and unshakable as ever, and Sarah felt the heat radiating through her body. Alex glanced at the two of them, clearly torn, but finally nodded. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll be right back.”
As Alex grabbed his coat and shuffled toward the door, Chris leaned down, his lips brushing against Sarah’s ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice so low that it made her shiver.
The door clicked shut behind Alex, and Sarah exhaled shakily, the reality of being alone with Chris suddenly sinking in. She turned to face him, and his dark eyes were already on her, his gaze intense and unreadable.
“Now,” he said quietly, his hands finding her waist again. “Where were we?”
Sarah’s heart raced as his lips found hers once more, and this time, she didn’t hold back. She was under his spell, and deep down, she knew there was no escaping it now.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind Alex, Chris's lips were on her again, hot and demanding. He kissed her neck with a raw hunger that sent shivers down her spine, his hands roaming freely over her body. The weight of his touch felt different—possessive, electric. His fingers caressed her hips, her back, and the curve of her ass, igniting sensations she hadn’t known she could feel. It was overwhelming, yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. She didn’t *want* to stop him.
He wasn’t just touching her; he was claiming her, piece by piece.
Amidst the intensity, Sarah’s thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of guilt, excitement, and undeniable arousal. She felt like her body wasn’t her own anymore—it was responding to Chris in ways she couldn’t control. As his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, she let out a soft gasp, her body instinctively arching closer to him.
Her mind raced. *This is wrong. This is insane.* But another thought crept in, one that she couldn’t ignore: *I’ve never felt like this before.*
She tried to shift subtly, brushing the back of her hand against the bulge in his pants. It was supposed to be accidental—just a fleeting touch to confirm what she already suspected. She couldn’t help herself; her curiosity burned too hot. But the moment her hand made contact, she froze. The heat of him was unmistakable, even through the fabric of his tailored pants. He was big—*huge*. Much bigger than Alex, bigger than anything she’d ever imagined. Her breath caught in her throat, and her cheeks flushed as a wave of heat coursed through her.
The thought hit her like a lightning bolt: *This is real. He’s real.*
But Chris wasn’t about to let her get away with such a tentative move. He let out a low, knowing chuckle against her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “You don’t have to be shy,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and dominance.
Before she could react, he took her wrist gently but firmly and guided her hand back to the bulge she’d just brushed against. His strength was undeniable, and though he didn’t force her, his insistence left no room for hesitation. Her palm flattened against him, and her fingers curled instinctively around the thick, solid length straining against his pants.
Sarah’s head swam. This was the first time another man had ever been this close, ever touched her like this—ever let her touch *him*. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the sheer size of him beneath her hand, her fingers barely able to span his girth. He was hard and throbbing, radiating a heat that seemed to sear right through her palm.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling.
Chris smirked against her neck, clearly reveling in her reaction. “Feel that?” he said, his tone a mix of teasing and command. “That’s what a real man feels like.”
Her mind spun with a flood of emotions—shock, guilt, exhilaration. *This is happening,* she thought, her fingers still resting against him, unable to pull away. She should have. She knew she should have. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Instead, her hand tightened slightly, instinctively testing his size, and the realization of just how big he was sent a thrill through her that she couldn’t deny.
Her body felt like it was betraying her. Her breaths were shallow, her heart racing, and a deep ache she didn’t understand was building inside her. She’d never felt anything like this with Alex—this heat, this raw intensity. It was like Chris had unlocked something in her, something she hadn’t even known was there.
“Yeah,” Chris said softly, his voice full of confidence as he kissed her shoulder and pulled her closer. “That’s all for you, Sarah. Every inch.”
The words sent another wave of heat through her, and her legs felt like they might give out. She was under his spell, completely and utterly. There was no turning back now
Chris's lips were everywhere—hot, insistent, and utterly intoxicating. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his mouth claiming hers in a way that made Sarah feel as though she were drowning, and yet she didn’t want to come up for air. His hands moved with confidence, caressing her curves, sliding under the straps of her dress, tugging gently as he broke the kiss to press his mouth to her neck.
He bit down lightly on her collarbone, just enough to make her gasp, and then soothed the spot with his tongue, a teasing rhythm that sent jolts of electricity straight through her body. His lips trailed lower, nipping at her shoulder as he slid one strap off, then the other, exposing more of her skin to the cool air of the room. Every move he made felt deliberate, sensual, like he’d done this a thousand times and knew exactly how to unravel her.
Sarah’s breath came in shallow, uneven bursts. Her head felt light, her thoughts clouded by the sheer intensity of what was happening. She had never felt anything like this before—not with Alex, not with anyone. Chris wasn’t just undressing her; he was worshipping her, claiming her inch by inch with his mouth. The combination of his touch, his kisses, and the deep, guttural sounds he made against her skin sent her dopamine levels skyrocketing, leaving her utterly drunk on the moment.
Her dress slipped further down, the fabric pooling at her waist as his hands explored her bare back. His mouth moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her chest, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to keep her guessing. She didn’t even notice when he reached behind her to unhook her bra—it was all happening so seamlessly, as though her body had already surrendered to him completely.
When her bra slipped away, exposing her fully to him, Sarah barely had time to process the vulnerability of the moment before Chris’s mouth was on her again, kissing, biting, and sucking at her now bare skin. The sensations were overwhelming, her head spinning as she leaned into him, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel.
He pulled her dress down further, sliding it past her hips until it fell to the floor in a quiet whisper of fabric. She stepped out of it instinctively, barely registering that she was now standing in just her thong. Chris didn’t hesitate, his hands gripping her waist as he knelt before her, his lips brushing over her stomach and down to her hips. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and dragged it down her legs slowly, teasing her, his lips following the trail of fabric as it left her body.
And then, before she even realized what was happening, she was completely naked, her body exposed to him entirely. Her skin was flushed, her breath ragged, and her legs trembling from the sheer intensity of it all. She had no idea how he’d managed to strip her so quickly, so effortlessly. It was as if her clothes had simply melted away under his touch.
Chris stood, his eyes roaming over her with a hunger that made her knees weak. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. The way he looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen—sent a rush of heat through her body. She felt both vulnerable and powerful under his gaze, completely at his mercy but utterly captivated by the way he made her feel.
She was light-headed, her senses heightened, her body humming with anticipation. She knew Chris was an experienced lover—it was obvious in the way he moved, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her like he already knew every secret her body held. And for the first time in her life, Sarah felt truly alive, completely lost in the moment and in the hands of a man who clearly knew how to make her feel things she never thought possible.
Sarah’s body moved on its own, driven by a primal instinct she could no longer control. As Chris kissed her, bit her skin, and teased her with his expert touch, she found herself involuntarily grinding against him, her hips rolling forward in search of friction. Her body was desperate, aching, completely overcome by the magnetic pull of him. Her pelvis pressed against his thighs, her slickness betraying just how turned on she was. She wasn’t thinking anymore—her body was in command now, reacting purely to the overwhelming sensation of his presence.
Chris noticed, of course. He smirked against her neck, his hands gripping her hips firmly to guide her movements. “Can’t help yourself, can you?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with confidence. The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her body, and instead of pulling back, she found herself leaning further into him, her hips moving faster.
Her breath was coming in short, needy gasps, her head spinning as her bare skin pressed against his. Every inch of her felt alive, more sensitive than it ever had before, and the thought that this was just the beginning made her heart race. She couldn’t stop grinding against him, her body craving him with an intensity that shocked even her.
And then, just when she thought she might lose herself entirely, Chris pulled back. She opened her eyes, panting slightly, and watched as he began to undress himself.
Her eyes widened as he shrugged off his jacket, his broad shoulders and muscular frame immediately commanding her attention. The shirt came next, and with each button undone, more of his chiseled chest and defined abs came into view. His body was perfect—powerful, athletic, and effortlessly masculine. Sarah had seen plenty of shirtless men before, but nothing like this. Chris’s physique wasn’t just attractive; it was overwhelming.
She swallowed hard as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops sending a shiver down her spine. His pants fell away, revealing thick, muscular thighs and a pair of black boxer briefs that barely contained him. Sarah’s eyes were drawn immediately to the massive bulge straining against the fabric, and her heart skipped a beat.
He caught her staring and smirked knowingly, his confidence unshaken as he slid the briefs down, finally revealing himself completely.
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes took him in, her mind reeling. He was… enormous. Thick, long, and perfectly proportioned, his size was unlike anything she had ever seen before, even in the wildest fantasies she’d secretly harbored. For a moment, she couldn’t look away, her mouth slightly open in stunned silence.
Her cheeks flushed as she realized how obvious she was being, but she couldn’t help it. Chris was a living embodiment of everything she’d ever been too afraid to admit she found irresistible. Her body felt like it was vibrating with anticipation, her mind torn between awe and disbelief.
“Impressed?” he asked, his tone teasing but still full of that quiet, unshakable dominance.
Sarah nodded slowly, unable to find her voice. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe she was standing here, completely naked, with a man like *this*. But even as her mind raced, her body knew exactly what it wanted. The heat pooling low in her stomach was unbearable now, and her hips moved instinctively again, grinding into the empty air as she stared at him.
“I know it’s your first time with a BBC,” he murmured, his tone smooth and dripping with certainty. He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his lips grazing her earlobe before continuing. “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’ll make sure it’s not your last.”
And as he pulled her closer, Sarah knew there was no turning back. Not now. Not ever.
As Alex rode the elevator down, his mind was a tangled mess of nerves, jealousy, and anticipation. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his slacks, trying to focus. *I came across as weak,* he thought, replaying the scene in his head. Chris’s confidence, Sarah’s tentative but undeniable attraction to him—it had all been so overwhelming. *It’s my first time,* Alex reassured himself. *That’s all. I just need to stop being so nervous. Sarah will be fine. Chris knows what he’s doing.*
He decided that giving them fifteen minutes alone was the best approach. Enough time for Sarah to relax around Chris without feeling pressured, enough time for him to grab the condoms and maybe even a drink to calm his own nerves. He wanted this to work. He needed it to work.
As the elevator doors opened, Alex sprinted through the quiet lobby, his dress shoes clacking against the marble floor. He pushed through the glass doors and darted across the street, ignoring the occasional honk of passing cars. The fluorescent glow of the pharmacy lit up the night, and Alex rushed inside, heading straight for the condom aisle.
It didn’t take him long to locate the **XXXL Magnum Condoms**. They practically jumped off the shelf at him, the bold black and gold packaging unmistakable. His stomach twisted as he grabbed a box, holding it awkwardly in his hands. The size alone was intimidating, a stark reminder of Chris’s dominance, but he forced himself to push past the thought and headed for the cashier.
The young woman behind the counter glanced at the box, then at Alex, her lips twitching into an amused smirk. “There’s no way these are for you, dude,” she said, stifling a laugh.
Alex’s face flushed crimson. Under normal circumstances, he might have snapped back, argued with her, demanded to speak to a manager. But he didn’t have the time or energy for that tonight. Instead, he forced an awkward smile and handed her a twenty-dollar bill, muttering, “Can you just hurry, please?”
The woman chuckled as she rang him up, still shaking her head in amusement. Alex snatched the bag the moment she handed it over and sprinted out the door, his heart pounding. *Five minutes,* he thought as he reached the hotel lobby. *Plenty of time.*
Inside, he spotted the bar and made a quick decision. *One drink will help me relax,* he told himself. He slid onto a barstool, grateful that the place was nearly empty. “Vodka on the rocks. Double,” he told the bartender, his voice tight with urgency.
The drink arrived quickly, and Alex downed it in one gulp, the burn of the alcohol momentarily distracting him from his anxiety. The bartender raised an eyebrow, clearly judging him. “Another?” the man asked.
“Just leave the bottle,” Alex said, his voice sharper than he intended. The bartender hesitated but complied, setting the vodka down in front of him before stepping away.
Alex poured himself another drink. Then another. The seconds ticked by, and with each gulp, he felt his nerves dulling, his mind growing fuzzier. The alcohol was working, loosening his inhibitions, giving him the false confidence he so desperately craved. He imagined Sarah upstairs, laughing with Chris, maybe finally relaxing into the situation. *This is good,* he told himself as he poured a fifth glass. *This is what I wanted.*
By the time he checked his watch, he’d had at least six drinks. His head swam, his cheeks flushed, and his nervousness was now tinged with a strange, almost giddy excitement. *Seventeen minutes,* he realized, his stomach flipping. He motioned to the bartender to close out his tab, fidgeting impatiently as the man rang it up.
“Come on, come on,” Alex muttered under his breath, glancing at his watch again. When the receipt was finally handed over, he signed it hastily and bolted for the elevator.
The ride back up was a blur, his heart pounding with every floor the elevator passed. He clutched the bag from the pharmacy tightly in his hand, the contents feeling heavier than they should have. *Twenty-one minutes,* he thought as the doors opened.
He stepped into the hallway, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew Sarah and Chris had been alone for longer than he’d planned, and his imagination raced with possibilities. *Did she relax? Is she okay? Did I wait too long?*
With shaky hands, Alex approached the suite door, unsure of what he was about to walk into.
To be continued.
“You’re beautiful,” Alex said softly from behind her. He was already dressed, wearing slacks and a button-down shirt that fit just a little too loose on his wiry frame. His tie hung undone around his neck like he wasn’t sure how formal this occasion really was.
“Is this too much?” Sarah asked, turning slightly and glancing at him over her shoulder. “I feel… I don’t know. Kind of ridiculous.”
“It’s perfect,” Alex assured her, his voice full of eagerness that only made her stomach churn more. “Chris will think you look stunning.”
The mention of his name made her pause. Chris. The man Alex had been obsessing over for weeks. Months, really, if she counted how long he’d been pressing her to “explore something new.” She rolled her eyes inwardly, her skepticism bubbling to the surface despite her best efforts to play along. Alex had this long running fantasy for at least the seven years they had been married to have a threesome with a black man. It's all he talked about in bed lately and frankly it got quite annoying to Sarah.
“Yeah, well, this whole thing feels pretty stupid,” she muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Let’s not pretend I’m doing this for me, Alex. This is *your* thing.”
Alex flinched slightly, but he quickly recovered, giving her a nervous smile. “I know, and I appreciate you being open to it. I really do.”
Sarah let out a sigh, tugging at the hem of her dress. It wasn’t like she hadn’t resisted. She *had*—vehemently. She’d tried everything from outright refusing to poking holes in Alex’s fantasy with biting sarcasm. Her meanest jab had been during one of their arguments a few weeks ago:
“Maybe *you’re* the one who’s into Black guys, not me. Ever think about that?”
Alex had stammered and turned red, but instead of retreating, he’d doubled down. “You don’t understand,” he’d said, his voice pleading. “It’s not like that. I just… I want us to try this. Together.”
And so here they were. After weeks of Alex playing messenger, chatting with this Chris guy online and arranging every detail, Sarah had reluctantly agreed to the meet-up. She still hadn’t spoken to Chris directly—not once. It was safer that way, she told herself. She could always back out at the last minute if something felt off. But even as she tried to convince herself of that, she couldn’t ignore the flutter of anticipation beneath her reluctance.
Deep down, Sarah knew the idea wasn’t completely foreign to her. She *had* noticed Black men before—more than noticed, if she were honest with herself. There had always been a certain confidence about them, a swagger that was both intimidating and intriguing. Still, that curiosity had been a quiet, private thing, locked away and never acted on. It wasn’t like she’d *wanted* to explore it… at least not until Alex had pushed her to.
Now, standing here in this dress, with her makeup perfectly done and her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, she couldn’t deny that there was a tiny part of her—a very tiny part—that was… curious.
“You ready?” Alex asked, interrupting her thoughts. He sounded hopeful, like he didn’t want to give her too much time to change her mind.
Sarah stared at herself in the mirror for a moment longer before finally grabbing her clutch and turning toward him. “I guess.”
As they stepped out of the house and into the cool night air, Sarah tried to push aside the nerves twisting in her stomach. The boutique hotel wasn’t far—just a short drive downtown. Alex had been insistent about choosing somewhere upscale, somewhere that would set the right mood.
“I mean, it’s not every day we meet someone like Chris,” he’d said earlier that week, his voice practically brimming with admiration.
Someone like Chris. Sarah wasn’t sure what that even meant. All she knew about him was what Alex had told her: that he was tall, muscular, successful, and very confident. Apparently, Chris had taken an immediate interest in her from the photos Alex had sent, which had only fueled Alex’s excitement.
The drive was quiet, the tension in the car thick and unspoken. Sarah stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. She wondered, not for the first time, what the hell she was doing. Was this really for Alex, or was it for herself, too? The answer was buried somewhere in the tangled mess of her emotions, too complicated to unravel right now.
When they finally pulled up in front of the hotel, Alex turned to her with a nervous smile. “You look amazing,” he said again, his voice softer this time.
Sarah forced a smile back, her fingers tightening around her clutch. “Let’s just get this over with.”
As Sarah stepped out of the car, the glow of the boutique hotel’s lights cast a soft sheen over her figure, highlighting her natural elegance. She was Asian-American, with delicate yet striking features that always turned heads wherever she went. Her almond-shaped eyes, deep brown with hints of gold in the right light, held a quiet intensity—sharp but often guarded. Her high cheekbones framed her face perfectly, and her full lips, painted in a subtle red tonight, gave her an air of sultry sophistication she wasn’t entirely aware she possessed.
Her black hair, glossy and smooth, cascaded in loose waves down to the middle of her back. It was the kind of hair that made people think of shampoo commercials, something effortlessly perfect. The black dress she wore hugged her petite but curvy frame in all the right places. She wasn’t overly tall—barely grazing 5’4”—but the confidence in the way she carried herself always made her appear statuesque. The slit up her leg revealed toned, smooth skin that hinted at her dedication to staying in shape, though she wasn’t obsessive about it.
Sarah’s body had always been a point of contention for Alex—part admiration, part insecurity. Her hourglass shape, natural curves, and strikingly firm figure made it hard for Alex to reconcile how someone as beautiful as her ended up with him. Tonight, that beauty felt amplified. The black dress, paired with delicate gold heels that added just enough height to lengthen her legs, made her look like something out of a magazine. Elegant, sexy, and effortlessly out of Alex’s league.
She took a steadying breath as she straightened up, clutching her small purse in one hand and pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Despite her reluctance to come tonight, the way she looked—the way she felt when she dressed up like this—was hard to deny. She exuded the kind of beauty that invited attention, even if she wasn’t consciously seeking it.
Still, beneath her polished exterior, there was a quiet tension in her posture, a stiffness that betrayed her uncertainty. She wasn’t a woman who lacked confidence—in fact, Sarah had always been sharp-tongued, intelligent, and fiercely independent. But tonight, as she walked toward the hotel’s entrance with Alex by her side, she felt something unfamiliar creeping in. Vulnerability. Anticipation. And, deep down, a curiosity she couldn’t shake.
The two of them walked silently, the soft click of her heels on the pavement the only sound as Alex lingered a step behind, his nervous energy palpable. Sarah could feel his eyes on her, and she knew what he was thinking. He was proud—proud to be the man who could show off a woman like her, even in a situation as bizarre as this. It was almost laughable, how eager he was to hand her off to someone like Chris, though she’d never say it out loud.
“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered again under her breath as they reached the revolving doors.
But as they stepped inside, Sarah couldn’t help but glance at her reflection in the sleek glass. For the first time in a long time, she saw a version of herself she didn’t fully recognize—still the same stunning Sarah, but with a spark of something new. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to name.
The lobby was sleek, modern, and upscale—dimly lit with polished marble floors, plush seating, and soft music humming in the background. But none of that mattered to Sarah. The moment she stepped inside, she knew. Before Alex even had the chance to point him out, she *knew*.
He was standing near the far wall, his back to them at first, but even in that simple pose, he commanded attention. Tall—easily over six feet—with broad shoulders that filled out his tailored suit effortlessly, Chris exuded a presence that seemed to shift the energy of the room. The crisp lines of his jacket and the quiet confidence in his stance made everyone else in the lobby feel like background noise. And then he turned, almost as if he had sensed them.
His dark brown eyes locked onto hers immediately, and Sarah felt something stir deep in her chest. His gaze was piercing but calm, self-assured without trying too hard. The rich complexion of his skin glowed under the warm lights, his strong jawline accentuated by a neatly trimmed beard. A faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips—not cocky, but as if he understood exactly what kind of effect he had on people. On her.
Alex cleared his throat beside her, clearly nervous, and broke the spell. He took Sarah’s hand, gently pulling her forward as they approached. Sarah was aware of her pulse quickening with each step, and for the first time that night, she wondered if she might actually enjoy this—against her better judgment.
“Chris,” Alex said, his voice coming out slightly higher-pitched than normal. He was trying to sound composed, but Sarah could feel his anxiety radiating off him. “It’s, uh, really great to finally meet you. This is Sarah.”
Chris’s eyes flicked to Alex for the briefest moment—a quick acknowledgment—before settling back on her. He extended his hand, his smile widening just enough to show his straight, white teeth. “Sarah,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, with an easy charisma that made it impossible not to notice. “It’s a pleasure.”
Sarah hesitated for half a second before taking his hand. His grip was firm, warm, and somehow electric. “Hi,” she said, her voice softer than she’d intended. She cleared her throat, trying to steady herself. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
Chris released her hand slowly, his eyes lingering on hers in a way that felt both respectful and utterly disarming. Alex shifted beside her, his movements awkward and uncertain. “So, uh,” Alex began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought we could head to the bar, maybe grab a drink, get to know each other a bit…”
Chris cut him off, his tone polite but decisive. “I was thinking Sarah and I could go to the bar alone. Get a chance to talk one-on-one.” He looked at Alex briefly but without much interest, his focus returning to Sarah as if the suggestion were already a foregone conclusion. “That sound good to you?”
Sarah blinked, surprised by the directness of his suggestion, but before she could respond, Alex spoke up. “Oh,” he said, clearly caught off guard. “Uh, yeah, sure. That’s fine. I can, um, wait here in the lobby.”
He turned to Sarah, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Just… let me know how it’s going, okay? Keep me updated.”
Sarah glanced at him, feeling a twinge of something—guilt? Annoyance? She wasn’t sure. “Okay,” she murmured, trying to sound reassuring even though her heart was pounding.
Chris held out his arm, an old-fashioned but charming gesture that made Sarah feel oddly giddy. “Shall we?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk.
Sarah hesitated for the briefest moment before slipping her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sure,” she said, her voice steadier now, though her nerves hadn’t settled.
As they walked toward the bar, leaving Alex behind, Sarah felt an inexplicable mix of emotions. She could sense Alex’s eyes on her, but all she could focus on was the warmth of Chris’s arm beneath her fingers and the sheer magnetism of the man beside her. The nerves in her stomach began to transform into something else entirely: excitement. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she agreed to meet him, but it certainly wasn’t *this.*
The bar was dimly lit and intimate, tucked into a cozy corner of the boutique hotel. Soft jazz played in the background, the kind of ambiance that encouraged quiet conversation and lingering gazes. Chris pulled out a barstool for Sarah, a small gesture that made her feel both flattered and disarmed. She slid onto it, smoothing her dress as he took the seat beside her.
The bartender approached, and before Sarah could even glance at the menu, Chris spoke confidently. “Two Old Fashioneds,” he said, his tone easy and self-assured.
“Bold choice,” Sarah remarked, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked. “I figured you might like something classic. Timeless.”
The drinks arrived quickly, and Sarah took a cautious sip, the smooth blend of whiskey and bitters warming her throat. She wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker, but tonight it somehow fit the mood. They started talking—light at first. The usual questions: what she did for work, her interests, a few jokes about the overly polished vibe of the hotel. Chris was charming, effortlessly so. He had a way of making every word feel like it mattered, every glance like it carried weight.
As the conversation flowed, so did the drinks. One Old Fashioned turned into two, and by the time the bartender brought over the third, Sarah could feel the alcohol loosening her up. She laughed more easily, leaned in closer, and found herself forgetting, even if briefly, the tension she’d carried into the night.
Her phone buzzed on the bar counter, lighting up with yet another message from Alex. She sighed, flipping it over without even looking. Chris noticed and chuckled. “Let me guess,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “Alex?”
Sarah laughed, shaking her head. “He’s been texting me nonstop since we left the lobby. Probably dying to know what’s going on.”
Chris leaned back, his smile growing. “What’s he saying?”
Sarah unlocked her phone and opened the messages, unable to suppress a grin as she read aloud: “‘How’s it going?’ ‘Are you okay?’ ‘What’s he like?’” She rolled her eyes, scrolling down. “And… oh my God… ‘I bet he’s amazing, isn’t he? What’s he saying to you?’” She laughed, but it was tinged with secondhand embarrassment. “He’s way too excited about this.”
Chris shook his head, his expression amused but composed. “Man’s living vicariously. Can’t blame him.”
“Yeah, well,” Sarah said, setting her phone down again. “He needs to chill. He’s acting like a teenager.”
Chris swirled the amber liquid in his glass thoughtfully before leaning in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. “Tell him to book a suite.”
Sarah blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“A suite,” Chris repeated, calm and matter-of-fact. “With two bedrooms. We’ll head up after this.”
For a moment, Sarah wasn’t sure if he was joking. She studied his face, looking for any trace of humor, but his expression was steady—serious, even. She let out a nervous laugh, shaking her head. “You’re not serious.”
Chris arched a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Her heart was racing now, the full weight of the situation hitting her all at once. Was this really happening? She glanced down at her phone again, still lit up with Alex’s messages.
“You want me to just… text him that?” she asked, her voice wavering between disbelief and nervous excitement.
Chris smiled, slow and confident. “Why not? Something tells me he’ll be thrilled.”
Sarah hesitated, biting her lip. The idea was outrageous, but the drinks had loosened her inhibitions, and the quiet thrill of Chris’s confidence was contagious. Against her better judgment, she opened her phone and started typing.
Her fingers hesitated over the screen before hitting send: *“Chris says to book a suite. Two bedrooms. Do it now.”*
The reply came almost instantly: *“OMG Sarah’s finally gonna get blacked!!”*
She stared at the message, equal parts mortified and amused. “Oh my God,” she muttered, covering her face with one hand.
Chris leaned over, catching a glimpse of the screen. His deep laugh filled the space between them, rich and genuine. “Man’s excited,” he said, shaking his head. “Can’t say I blame him.”
Sarah couldn’t help but laugh, too, the absurdity of the situation hitting her all at once. “This is insane,” she said, more to herself than to him.
Chris raised his glass. “Here’s to a night you won’t forget,” he said, his tone carrying just enough edge to make her cheeks flush. She clinked her glass against his, taking a long sip before setting it down.
As they finished their drinks, Chris signaled the bartender. “Put it on Alex’s room charge,” he said smoothly, his smile widening.
The bartender nodded, seemingly unfazed, but Sarah burst into laughter, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, still grinning.
Chris shrugged, his confidence unshaken. “Why not? He’ll be happy to cover it.”
She laughed again, shaking her head as they slid off their stools. As they walked back toward the lobby, Sarah’s mind was spinning. She couldn’t believe how the night had unfolded, couldn’t believe how easily Chris had taken control of the situation—and how willingly she’d let him. And as they approached Alex, who was nervously pacing near the front desk, she realized something else: she wasn’t scared anymore. She was intrigued. Excited. And maybe, just maybe, ready.
As they left the bar, the mood between them shifted, the air charged with a quiet, unspoken tension. Sarah walked beside Chris, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, her mind a blur of thoughts and emotions. The drinks had loosened her, sure, but there was something else—something about him that made her feel uncharacteristically daring. She barely noticed when his arm slid around her waist as they moved through the dimly lit hallway toward the lobby.
Then, without warning, his hand dipped lower, resting firmly on her backside. Her breath hitched, and she froze for half a second, her heart hammering in her chest. His large, warm hand cupped her ass with an ease that made it clear he wasn’t asking for permission. And then, as they continued to walk, she felt his middle finger press firmly between her cheeks, right through the thin fabric of her dress.
Sarah’s mind spun. This was the first time another man had ever touched her like this—intimately, possessively. She should have stopped him. She *could* stop him. But she didn’t. Her body betrayed her, responding to the heat of his touch and the boldness of his actions. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
Chris, for his part, was completely unbothered. His expression remained calm, composed, like this was the most natural thing in the world. If anyone noticed, he didn’t care. He continued walking, his middle finger pressing a little more insistently as they neared the lobby.
By the time they stepped into the open space, Sarah was practically holding her breath. Alex was pacing near the front desk, his phone in hand, clearly on edge. When he spotted them, his face lit up, a mix of relief and excitement flooding his features.
“Hey!” Alex said, his voice slightly too loud in the quiet lobby. He hurried over, glancing at Sarah and then at Chris. “How’s it going? Everything okay?”
Chris didn’t bother removing his hand. He gave Sarah’s ass a firm squeeze, his finger still nestled between her cheeks, and smiled down at Alex like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Everything’s great,” he said smoothly, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
Sarah didn’t dare look at Alex—she wasn’t sure what her face would give away. Instead, she kept her expression neutral, forcing herself to breathe normally as Chris’s hand remained firmly in place, his touch sending shockwaves through her body.
Alex, oblivious, fumbled with his phone, holding it up to Sarah. “I, uh, I booked the suite,” he said, his voice tinged with nervous excitement. “It’s on the top floor—two bedrooms, like you said.”
Chris nodded approvingly, his gaze never leaving Alex. “Good,” he said simply, his tone commanding yet casual. “I knew you’d handle it.”
Alex beamed, clearly eager to please. “Yeah, of course. Anything you need.”
Chris finally turned his attention back to Sarah, his hand still unmoving, his confidence utterly unshaken. “Ready to head up?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Sarah nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chris smirked, giving her ass one last squeeze before finally removing his hand. She felt the absence of his touch immediately, like a spark that had been extinguished too soon. As they walked toward the elevators, Sarah couldn’t help but glance back at Alex, who was practically buzzing with excitement.
Her stomach flipped as the reality of what was happening began to sink in. She was stepping into something entirely new, entirely unexpected—and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be the same again.
As the elevator doors slid closed, Chris stepped behind Sarah and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her snugly against him. The scent of his cologne—rich, spicy, intoxicating—filled her senses, and she felt his warmth radiating through her dress. His hands wasted no time finding her hips, then sliding down to her backside, cupping and kneading her with a possessiveness that made her breath hitch.
Alex shifted nervously beside them, clearing his throat. “Uh, so, um, I was thinking maybe we should… set some ground rules. You know, before we—”
“Sure thing,” Chris said dismissively, his deep voice calm and smooth, as if Alex’s words barely registered. His hands were busy, sliding lower, his middle finger pressing firmly between Sarah’s cheeks once more. She gasped softly, her body betraying her as a rush of heat shot through her. Chris didn’t even glance at Alex, his focus entirely on her as his lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Sarah felt her knees weaken as he kissed her neck, slow and deliberate, his warm breath teasing her skin. Her pulse quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Alex fidgeting beside them, awkward and uncertain, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could think about was Chris—his touch, his scent, his sheer presence. He was in complete control, and deep down, she knew that whatever “rules” Alex came up with didn’t matter. They didn’t apply to a man like Chris.
Chris was a true alpha, the kind of man who made his own rules and expected the world to follow. And in this moment, Sarah was under his spell, caught in the magnetic pull of his dominance. She didn’t resist as his hand slid up the back of her dress, his fingers brushing against the thin strap of her thong. Her breath caught in her throat when he hooked his middle finger under the fabric, pulling it taut against her.
“You’re wearing this for me,” he murmured against her ear, his voice a low growl that sent a delicious shiver through her body. His finger slipped lower, teasing her through the fabric, and Sarah had to bite her lip to stifle a soft moan. Her cheeks flushed with heat, both from his boldness and the fact that Alex was standing right there. But Alex didn’t matter. Nothing did—not the elevator, not the world outside. In this moment, it was just Chris and his overwhelming presence consuming her.
She knew, without a doubt, that this night would go exactly the way *he* wanted it to. There was no pretending otherwise. No second-guessing. No denying the authority he exuded with every touch, every word, every glance.
The elevator chimed softly, signaling their arrival, and Chris removed his hand as the doors slid open. Sarah exhaled shakily, only now realizing she’d been holding her breath. They stepped out into a quiet, private hallway, the thick carpet muffling their footsteps. Theirs was the only room on the floor—a luxurious suite at the end of the corridor. Alex fumbled with the keycard, his hands trembling slightly, and Chris stood behind Sarah, his hand resting lightly on her lower back, keeping her close.
The door clicked open, and they stepped inside. The suite was massive, with high ceilings, plush furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. But Sarah barely noticed the details. Her entire focus was on the man beside her, the man who had effortlessly taken control of the night—and, she realized with a thrill, of *her*.
Chris closed the door behind them, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smile as he looked at her. “Shall we?” he said simply, his voice dripping with confidence.
Sarah swallowed hard, her body already buzzing with anticipation. She had no idea what would happen next, but one thing was certain: she wouldn’t be forgetting this night anytime soon.
The suite door had barely closed behind them when Chris turned to Sarah, his confidence unshaken. He stepped close, one large hand sliding around her waist as he pulled her against his broad chest. His lips met hers with no hesitation, his kiss deep, firm, and possessive. It caught Sarah completely off guard. Her breath hitched, and the room seemed to spin slightly as her body responded instinctively, her hands finding his shoulders for balance.
Alex stood a few feet away, wringing his hands nervously as if trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. “Uh, guys, I really think we should set some ground rules first,” he stammered, his voice thin and uncertain.
Chris didn’t even acknowledge him, his focus entirely on Sarah. His lips left hers only to trail down her jawline to her neck, where he pressed slow, deliberate kisses. Sarah’s eyes fluttered closed, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as a warm buzz spread through her body.
“First, um… I really must insist that we use condoms,” Alex pressed, his voice rising slightly as though desperate to be heard. “Sarah isn’t on birth control.”
Chris’s hand slid down, fingertips grazing the back of her thigh before finding the curve of her hip and slipping under her dress again. “Don’t have any,” Chris murmured simply, his voice deep and distracted as he continued kissing Sarah’s neck. His hand moved lower, over her thong, before sliding around to the front.
Sarah’s body tensed as he pressed against her center, and a shock shot through her—hot, electric, and undeniable. She gasped softly, her knees weakening as her body betrayed her once again. The thin fabric of her thong was soaked. *How am I this wet already?* she thought, stunned but unable to stop herself from leaning into his touch.
Chris pulled his hand back and, with a knowing smirk, held it up for her to see—his fingers glistening in the soft light of the suite. Sarah’s cheeks burned with equal parts arousal and embarrassment. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t deny what her body had just told him—and her.
Alex, still oblivious to the electricity coursing through the room, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “I, uh… I brought some we can share. Extra small,” he said, holding them up like a peace offering.
That finally made Chris pause. He turned his head slowly, his focus breaking from Sarah for the first time. For a split second, the room went silent, and then Chris burst into laughter—a deep, booming sound that seemed to echo off the walls. He doubled over slightly, shaking his head as he gestured toward the box. “You don’t think *those* are gonna fit me, do you?”
Sarah couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at her lips, a thrill shooting through her at his words. She glanced at the box in Alex’s hands, tiny and unimpressive, and then back at Chris—tall, powerful, and utterly dominant. The thought of him needing something *much bigger* made her stomach flip and her pulse race. Her mind flooded with images she couldn’t suppress, and she swallowed hard, her body growing hotter by the second.
“Listen, man,” Chris said, still chuckling, his voice dripping with amused condescension. “If you’re so worried about it, go across the street and grab some XXXL Magnums. That’s what I use.”
Alex’s face paled, and he stammered, clearly flustered. “Why don’t *you* go get them?” he shot back weakly. “I mean, they’re for you.”
Chris turned his full attention to Sarah then, his eyes locking onto hers with that same unwavering confidence. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking her to handle it. And in that moment, Sarah realized that Chris had completely flipped the dynamic. Alex had no control here.
She took a deep breath, breaking out of the spell she’d been under long enough to turn to Alex. “Babe,” she said softly, forcing calm into her voice, “can you just go? I mean… it’ll give me a little time to get comfortable. To talk to Chris, you know? Just us. I promise we'll wait for you to get back before taking this any further.”
Alex’s mouth opened, as if to protest, but he stopped himself, glancing between her and Chris. Sarah could see the hesitation all over his face, but his desperate need to make this work won out. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
“Yes,” Sarah said gently, forcing a small smile. “Please. It’ll be fine.”
Chris placed a hand on her hip again, his presence as steady and unshakable as ever, and Sarah felt the heat radiating through her body. Alex glanced at the two of them, clearly torn, but finally nodded. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll be right back.”
As Alex grabbed his coat and shuffled toward the door, Chris leaned down, his lips brushing against Sarah’s ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice so low that it made her shiver.
The door clicked shut behind Alex, and Sarah exhaled shakily, the reality of being alone with Chris suddenly sinking in. She turned to face him, and his dark eyes were already on her, his gaze intense and unreadable.
“Now,” he said quietly, his hands finding her waist again. “Where were we?”
Sarah’s heart raced as his lips found hers once more, and this time, she didn’t hold back. She was under his spell, and deep down, she knew there was no escaping it now.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind Alex, Chris's lips were on her again, hot and demanding. He kissed her neck with a raw hunger that sent shivers down her spine, his hands roaming freely over her body. The weight of his touch felt different—possessive, electric. His fingers caressed her hips, her back, and the curve of her ass, igniting sensations she hadn’t known she could feel. It was overwhelming, yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. She didn’t *want* to stop him.
He wasn’t just touching her; he was claiming her, piece by piece.
Amidst the intensity, Sarah’s thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of guilt, excitement, and undeniable arousal. She felt like her body wasn’t her own anymore—it was responding to Chris in ways she couldn’t control. As his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, she let out a soft gasp, her body instinctively arching closer to him.
Her mind raced. *This is wrong. This is insane.* But another thought crept in, one that she couldn’t ignore: *I’ve never felt like this before.*
She tried to shift subtly, brushing the back of her hand against the bulge in his pants. It was supposed to be accidental—just a fleeting touch to confirm what she already suspected. She couldn’t help herself; her curiosity burned too hot. But the moment her hand made contact, she froze. The heat of him was unmistakable, even through the fabric of his tailored pants. He was big—*huge*. Much bigger than Alex, bigger than anything she’d ever imagined. Her breath caught in her throat, and her cheeks flushed as a wave of heat coursed through her.
The thought hit her like a lightning bolt: *This is real. He’s real.*
But Chris wasn’t about to let her get away with such a tentative move. He let out a low, knowing chuckle against her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “You don’t have to be shy,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and dominance.
Before she could react, he took her wrist gently but firmly and guided her hand back to the bulge she’d just brushed against. His strength was undeniable, and though he didn’t force her, his insistence left no room for hesitation. Her palm flattened against him, and her fingers curled instinctively around the thick, solid length straining against his pants.
Sarah’s head swam. This was the first time another man had ever been this close, ever touched her like this—ever let her touch *him*. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the sheer size of him beneath her hand, her fingers barely able to span his girth. He was hard and throbbing, radiating a heat that seemed to sear right through her palm.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling.
Chris smirked against her neck, clearly reveling in her reaction. “Feel that?” he said, his tone a mix of teasing and command. “That’s what a real man feels like.”
Her mind spun with a flood of emotions—shock, guilt, exhilaration. *This is happening,* she thought, her fingers still resting against him, unable to pull away. She should have. She knew she should have. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Instead, her hand tightened slightly, instinctively testing his size, and the realization of just how big he was sent a thrill through her that she couldn’t deny.
Her body felt like it was betraying her. Her breaths were shallow, her heart racing, and a deep ache she didn’t understand was building inside her. She’d never felt anything like this with Alex—this heat, this raw intensity. It was like Chris had unlocked something in her, something she hadn’t even known was there.
“Yeah,” Chris said softly, his voice full of confidence as he kissed her shoulder and pulled her closer. “That’s all for you, Sarah. Every inch.”
The words sent another wave of heat through her, and her legs felt like they might give out. She was under his spell, completely and utterly. There was no turning back now
Chris's lips were everywhere—hot, insistent, and utterly intoxicating. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his mouth claiming hers in a way that made Sarah feel as though she were drowning, and yet she didn’t want to come up for air. His hands moved with confidence, caressing her curves, sliding under the straps of her dress, tugging gently as he broke the kiss to press his mouth to her neck.
He bit down lightly on her collarbone, just enough to make her gasp, and then soothed the spot with his tongue, a teasing rhythm that sent jolts of electricity straight through her body. His lips trailed lower, nipping at her shoulder as he slid one strap off, then the other, exposing more of her skin to the cool air of the room. Every move he made felt deliberate, sensual, like he’d done this a thousand times and knew exactly how to unravel her.
Sarah’s breath came in shallow, uneven bursts. Her head felt light, her thoughts clouded by the sheer intensity of what was happening. She had never felt anything like this before—not with Alex, not with anyone. Chris wasn’t just undressing her; he was worshipping her, claiming her inch by inch with his mouth. The combination of his touch, his kisses, and the deep, guttural sounds he made against her skin sent her dopamine levels skyrocketing, leaving her utterly drunk on the moment.
Her dress slipped further down, the fabric pooling at her waist as his hands explored her bare back. His mouth moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her chest, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to keep her guessing. She didn’t even notice when he reached behind her to unhook her bra—it was all happening so seamlessly, as though her body had already surrendered to him completely.
When her bra slipped away, exposing her fully to him, Sarah barely had time to process the vulnerability of the moment before Chris’s mouth was on her again, kissing, biting, and sucking at her now bare skin. The sensations were overwhelming, her head spinning as she leaned into him, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel.
He pulled her dress down further, sliding it past her hips until it fell to the floor in a quiet whisper of fabric. She stepped out of it instinctively, barely registering that she was now standing in just her thong. Chris didn’t hesitate, his hands gripping her waist as he knelt before her, his lips brushing over her stomach and down to her hips. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and dragged it down her legs slowly, teasing her, his lips following the trail of fabric as it left her body.
And then, before she even realized what was happening, she was completely naked, her body exposed to him entirely. Her skin was flushed, her breath ragged, and her legs trembling from the sheer intensity of it all. She had no idea how he’d managed to strip her so quickly, so effortlessly. It was as if her clothes had simply melted away under his touch.
Chris stood, his eyes roaming over her with a hunger that made her knees weak. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. The way he looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen—sent a rush of heat through her body. She felt both vulnerable and powerful under his gaze, completely at his mercy but utterly captivated by the way he made her feel.
She was light-headed, her senses heightened, her body humming with anticipation. She knew Chris was an experienced lover—it was obvious in the way he moved, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her like he already knew every secret her body held. And for the first time in her life, Sarah felt truly alive, completely lost in the moment and in the hands of a man who clearly knew how to make her feel things she never thought possible.
Sarah’s body moved on its own, driven by a primal instinct she could no longer control. As Chris kissed her, bit her skin, and teased her with his expert touch, she found herself involuntarily grinding against him, her hips rolling forward in search of friction. Her body was desperate, aching, completely overcome by the magnetic pull of him. Her pelvis pressed against his thighs, her slickness betraying just how turned on she was. She wasn’t thinking anymore—her body was in command now, reacting purely to the overwhelming sensation of his presence.
Chris noticed, of course. He smirked against her neck, his hands gripping her hips firmly to guide her movements. “Can’t help yourself, can you?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with confidence. The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her body, and instead of pulling back, she found herself leaning further into him, her hips moving faster.
Her breath was coming in short, needy gasps, her head spinning as her bare skin pressed against his. Every inch of her felt alive, more sensitive than it ever had before, and the thought that this was just the beginning made her heart race. She couldn’t stop grinding against him, her body craving him with an intensity that shocked even her.
And then, just when she thought she might lose herself entirely, Chris pulled back. She opened her eyes, panting slightly, and watched as he began to undress himself.
Her eyes widened as he shrugged off his jacket, his broad shoulders and muscular frame immediately commanding her attention. The shirt came next, and with each button undone, more of his chiseled chest and defined abs came into view. His body was perfect—powerful, athletic, and effortlessly masculine. Sarah had seen plenty of shirtless men before, but nothing like this. Chris’s physique wasn’t just attractive; it was overwhelming.
She swallowed hard as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops sending a shiver down her spine. His pants fell away, revealing thick, muscular thighs and a pair of black boxer briefs that barely contained him. Sarah’s eyes were drawn immediately to the massive bulge straining against the fabric, and her heart skipped a beat.
He caught her staring and smirked knowingly, his confidence unshaken as he slid the briefs down, finally revealing himself completely.
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes took him in, her mind reeling. He was… enormous. Thick, long, and perfectly proportioned, his size was unlike anything she had ever seen before, even in the wildest fantasies she’d secretly harbored. For a moment, she couldn’t look away, her mouth slightly open in stunned silence.
Her cheeks flushed as she realized how obvious she was being, but she couldn’t help it. Chris was a living embodiment of everything she’d ever been too afraid to admit she found irresistible. Her body felt like it was vibrating with anticipation, her mind torn between awe and disbelief.
“Impressed?” he asked, his tone teasing but still full of that quiet, unshakable dominance.
Sarah nodded slowly, unable to find her voice. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe she was standing here, completely naked, with a man like *this*. But even as her mind raced, her body knew exactly what it wanted. The heat pooling low in her stomach was unbearable now, and her hips moved instinctively again, grinding into the empty air as she stared at him.
“I know it’s your first time with a BBC,” he murmured, his tone smooth and dripping with certainty. He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his lips grazing her earlobe before continuing. “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’ll make sure it’s not your last.”
And as he pulled her closer, Sarah knew there was no turning back. Not now. Not ever.
As Alex rode the elevator down, his mind was a tangled mess of nerves, jealousy, and anticipation. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his slacks, trying to focus. *I came across as weak,* he thought, replaying the scene in his head. Chris’s confidence, Sarah’s tentative but undeniable attraction to him—it had all been so overwhelming. *It’s my first time,* Alex reassured himself. *That’s all. I just need to stop being so nervous. Sarah will be fine. Chris knows what he’s doing.*
He decided that giving them fifteen minutes alone was the best approach. Enough time for Sarah to relax around Chris without feeling pressured, enough time for him to grab the condoms and maybe even a drink to calm his own nerves. He wanted this to work. He needed it to work.
As the elevator doors opened, Alex sprinted through the quiet lobby, his dress shoes clacking against the marble floor. He pushed through the glass doors and darted across the street, ignoring the occasional honk of passing cars. The fluorescent glow of the pharmacy lit up the night, and Alex rushed inside, heading straight for the condom aisle.
It didn’t take him long to locate the **XXXL Magnum Condoms**. They practically jumped off the shelf at him, the bold black and gold packaging unmistakable. His stomach twisted as he grabbed a box, holding it awkwardly in his hands. The size alone was intimidating, a stark reminder of Chris’s dominance, but he forced himself to push past the thought and headed for the cashier.
The young woman behind the counter glanced at the box, then at Alex, her lips twitching into an amused smirk. “There’s no way these are for you, dude,” she said, stifling a laugh.
Alex’s face flushed crimson. Under normal circumstances, he might have snapped back, argued with her, demanded to speak to a manager. But he didn’t have the time or energy for that tonight. Instead, he forced an awkward smile and handed her a twenty-dollar bill, muttering, “Can you just hurry, please?”
The woman chuckled as she rang him up, still shaking her head in amusement. Alex snatched the bag the moment she handed it over and sprinted out the door, his heart pounding. *Five minutes,* he thought as he reached the hotel lobby. *Plenty of time.*
Inside, he spotted the bar and made a quick decision. *One drink will help me relax,* he told himself. He slid onto a barstool, grateful that the place was nearly empty. “Vodka on the rocks. Double,” he told the bartender, his voice tight with urgency.
The drink arrived quickly, and Alex downed it in one gulp, the burn of the alcohol momentarily distracting him from his anxiety. The bartender raised an eyebrow, clearly judging him. “Another?” the man asked.
“Just leave the bottle,” Alex said, his voice sharper than he intended. The bartender hesitated but complied, setting the vodka down in front of him before stepping away.
Alex poured himself another drink. Then another. The seconds ticked by, and with each gulp, he felt his nerves dulling, his mind growing fuzzier. The alcohol was working, loosening his inhibitions, giving him the false confidence he so desperately craved. He imagined Sarah upstairs, laughing with Chris, maybe finally relaxing into the situation. *This is good,* he told himself as he poured a fifth glass. *This is what I wanted.*
By the time he checked his watch, he’d had at least six drinks. His head swam, his cheeks flushed, and his nervousness was now tinged with a strange, almost giddy excitement. *Seventeen minutes,* he realized, his stomach flipping. He motioned to the bartender to close out his tab, fidgeting impatiently as the man rang it up.
“Come on, come on,” Alex muttered under his breath, glancing at his watch again. When the receipt was finally handed over, he signed it hastily and bolted for the elevator.
The ride back up was a blur, his heart pounding with every floor the elevator passed. He clutched the bag from the pharmacy tightly in his hand, the contents feeling heavier than they should have. *Twenty-one minutes,* he thought as the doors opened.
He stepped into the hallway, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew Sarah and Chris had been alone for longer than he’d planned, and his imagination raced with possibilities. *Did she relax? Is she okay? Did I wait too long?*
With shaky hands, Alex approached the suite door, unsure of what he was about to walk into.
To be continued.
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