Smooth Talker #flashfiction #eroticromance #shortstory #FlashFriday

I was using my smartphone as a shield to block out anyone that would want to talk to me.

I hated these parties. I couldn’t stand putting on the fancy clothes and makeup just to sit around some rich person’s mansion on a Tuesday night. My boss had people he needed to schmooze for a deal and he needed me there to make sure he didn’t get too wasted.

I parked myself in a comfy chair and was happily browsing through my Facebook feed when someone behind me whispered in my ear.

"Hey," he said in softly, dragging out the word a bit.

I felt his hot breath on my neck and a prickle of stubble across my earlobe. He was already uncomfortably invading my personal space and I hadn’t even seen his face. He turned across me, putting his face right in mine and then forcefully grabbed my phone out of my hand. He sat down across from me.

"You really should make an effort to socialize at these things, otherwise it’s rude," he said, tossing my phone next to him.

He looked familiar but it took me a second to recognize him. But those blue eyes gave him away. He looked at me like he was challenging me, waiting to see what I would do next.

And the more I looked at him, the more beautiful I realized he was. But I knew better. I read the tabloids like everyone else in this town.

"I’m really not in the mood to get hit on tonight," I said, reaching for my phone beside him. He snatched it up and held it tight, and then grabbed my arm.

"If I was hitting on you, I’d already have you in the bathroom with me right now."

I laughed at him, but I was embarrassed to admit it was difficult to maintain eye contact.

"Hardly," I said, yanking my arm away. "Is that what you came over here for?"

He smiled and laughed. His disheveled shoulder length hair and 5 o’clock shadow were a stark contrast to the black dress shirt and clingy black suit he had on.

"Lighten up," he said with a grin. "You know why I came over here." He licked his lips.

Oh, this should be good. “Why?”

"You’re the most beautiful girl in here, that’s why." He sat back in the chair and parted his legs, folding his hands across his chest.

He was good at this, I had to admit that.

"You have beautiful eyes," he said. "Stunning."

He said it very matter-of-factly, like anyone in the world would agree with him.

"So, you always talk to the hottest girl in the room?" I asked, leaning toward him a bit. I knew he was reeling me in at this point but I was intrigued now.

"Well, I always say people should make their dreams come true, so…" He smiled and rubbed his mouth. I could tell he was cracking himself up. He reached out and stroked the side of my jaw with his hand and just stared. "So, yeah." His voice was so breathy I could barely hear him.

"I don’t think that’s going to happen for you tonight, I’m sorry to say."

He grabbed my hand and moved his chair closer to me.

"You smell amazing, do you know that? You’re sending off signals that you’re available by smelling like that." He ran his fingers along my arm. I don’t know why I was letting him do that.

"Plus, just look at you, you’re just not the type of girl that should be sitting here alone with her phone." He leaned in closer. "You should be getting wined and dined and then fucked properly."

I should have laughed, but instead I swallowed hard and didn’t say a word.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, not at all," I said, moving as far away as the small amount of space he left me would allow.

"Well, then what’s the problem?"

"I don’t do things like that."

"I’m kind of getting lost looking at you right now, my God," he said.

He was ignoring everything I said in protest and following it with a compliment. Damn, he was too good at this. I should be seeing right through him, but his eyes…his beautiful face covered in light stubble…his long fingers that were now on my knee.

"You don’t even know my name."

"What’s your name?"

"I don’t think I want to tell you that."

"You can tell me after you go home with me," he said. "Come on."

He grabbed my hand to get me to stand up but I didn’t move. He knelt on the floor in front of me and held my hand.

"Look, I’m making a fool out of myself right now over you. I keep picturing that little mouth of yours…" He got closer and stared down at my lips. "I will make you forget that name of yours that you won’t even tell me."

"Please, really, I don’t think I’m the right target for you." I was squirming now.

"I’m the one that decides that," he said. "Come on. I come with several letters of recommendation."

His smile was going to be the death of me.

— 2 —

We didn’t make it to his house. Once I stopped saying no to him, he went quickly into action, maybe so I couldn’t change my mind. He led me through the crowd to the upstairs of the house and started opening doors along the hallway.

He ducked his head in and looked back out with a wide smile.

"Perfect," he said, and then he pulled me into the room and shut the door quietly.

He looked me up and down and put his hands on my shoulders.

"This is going to be fun for me," he said, throwing his suit jacket on the bed.

"Why?"

"Because I have to prove you wrong," he said, then he pulled my body into his at the waist, pressing himself against me and stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. I wanted to look away and I was about to when he kissed me. Hard.

At the same time, his hands were moving all across my back and down my ass.

As his tongue searched for mine, I knew I was in trouble. He was right. He knew what he was doing and now I was legitimately afraid of what I’d gotten myself into. His kiss was the kiss of an expert and just that kiss alone made me moan softy against him.

"Oh really now…" he said, lifting me up to straddle him before lying us both down on the bed.

He pulled off my skirt as I kicked off my shoes.

"I don’t really know how these type of encounters work…" I said, trying in vain to resist what was happening inside my body.

"Don’t worry, I do," he said.

He stripped off his shirt, revealing a view that made me want to moan again.

He bit his lip as he slipped his hand inside my thong and rubbed just lightly.

"I wasn’t bullshitting you, you really are gorgeous," he said looking down at me. "But I don’t want to do this right now. I just want to fuck you until you scream. Have I convinced you yet?"

He kept rubbing, so lightly that I pushed up against him.

He gave me that wide smile again and then he was undressed completely. It was a sight that I knew would be burned into my memory forever, even if I never saw him again.

He climbed back on top of me and looked down at me one more time with my legs parted around him.

He kissed me again, deeply, and pushed himself inside me, letting out a sigh.

He moved slowly, but with deep thrusts.

"Now was this ever something you should say ‘no’ to?," he asked, moving his hips back and forth, hitting all the right spots. "I was thinking about fucking you from the minute I saw you wrap your mouth around your drink."

"And you were a good girl to try and say no to me, but I always get what I want. Don’t I?"

I wasn’t able to process his words, let alone respond when he was moving inside me like that. I could feel the burning inside my core building up and up at an alarming rate and I was about to lose control.

"Don’t I?"

"Yes, yes…" I whispered as he pounded faster and harder.

"And now," he whispered back in my ear. "I want you to come."

"Oh, God, I just…" I started to scream out but he put his hand over my mouth as I shook against him. He stopped moving and released me. I knew I would do whatever he told me to do.

"Now it’s my turn. Open your mouth and get on your knees," he said. "And don’t say no to me ever again."