Anyone would say I was crazy to go home with a stranger from the club. If I turned up dead in the morning, a bunch of people would cluck their tongues at reading the story of how I died, and what I did, and say, “serves her right”. That’s one of the biggest drags about my job. A man could kill me and it’d be ‘my fault’.

But this spark between us is real. It’s not something I can walk away from. The entire time I’ve spent with him, I’ve felt like it’s been something special happening, and I could desperately use something special right now. I’m not a big believer in signs or fate, but him walking into my life... It feels like there is something larger than life at work, and I’d be a fool to ignore that.

The entire ride to the hotel is spent with excitement thrilling up and down my veins. It feels like it takes so long to get there, even though it’s only a half hour trip. But as we pass the glittering Vegas attractions, I gaze at him with such fascination. He is, without a doubt, the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. Every so often, he catches my gaze and smiles at me. His hand clasps mine, and it feels almost chaste after our explicit time in the champagne room.

But even that sweet touch makes my heart pound, the energy between us undeniable.

He’s staying at one of the newer hotels right near the strip, a very swanky three-tower complex that shimmered gold in the Vegas sun during the day.

At night, they stand like pillars of wealth and good -- if slightly ostentatious -- taste.

He stops at the front desk on the way up to order a bottle of wine and a fancy meal, but the entire time, I’m hanging off him like a groupie. He feels so good against my hands as I blatantly explore his chest, his arms, his palms... He’s rugged, and has such a beautiful expression of desire on his face as he turns from the front desk towards the elevator.

We’re giggling like kids as we race each other to hit the button, but before the elevator can even ding, he has me pressed against the wall, his mouth meeting mine with such hunger. My tongue dances with his as I soften into his aggressive kiss, and when the doors open, we nearly stumble in like two love-drunk teens.

His fingers roam up my side, under my top, and I blush, because I know every single public inch of Vegas has a security camera attached to it. But I can’t stop him. My entire body is filled with such a beautiful, powerful energy because of him, and I can easily see myself getting addicted to the sensation of his body on mine.

His mouth finds my throat, kissing it with a hard, bruising motion and I smile, knowing that tomorrow, I’ll see the mark he left on me. I moan as my fingers go through his short hair, and his cock presses into my hips. My breathing is heavy as the elevator doors finally open on the top floor. He picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he quickly carries me to his room.

He puts me down and stares at me with such intensity I have to avert my eyes for a moment. My blood is running hot, and all I want to do is fling myself onto his bed, but that’s so not like me. Neither is making out with a stranger I met at the strip club, and nearly pouncing on him in the elevator. Viktor brings something different out in me, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

I’m just about to wrap my arms around him when I hear a knock at the door. He frowns, obviously regretting ordering room service as I wander further into the suite, taking a look around.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he splurged, because it’s about ten times more room than a single man would ever need. It has it all: from a gorgeous balcony view overlooking the city and desert, to two bathrooms, and a spacious ensuite that is bigger than my whole hotel room put together.

When I make my way back to the living room, he’s popping the cork on the wine.

“This is more money than I’ve spent on myself in probably five years, at least,” he says with a chuckle, pouring us up two glasses of champagne.

“Well you earned it, you might as well spend it, right?”

Now that we’re in his room, and the tension between us is broken, I don’t really know how to act. I’m not the one-night-stand type of girl. I’m not even a sex on the first date kind of girl. And the lights feel so bright now, away from the muted darkness of the strip club. It suddenly all felt so... real. Like I’m really going through with it now.

As though he senses my discomfort with the bright lights, he dims them and gives me a seductive smile.

“Is that better?” he practically growls.

I nod, drawing in my lower lip as I stand in front of him with my skinny jeans, tank top and 6” heels.

“Much more what I’m used to,” I grin as I take the glass of champagne, and we clink our glasses together.

“To finding that spark in surprising places,” he says with a knowing smile.

His hand finds my hip, tugging me to him, and I can still feel his cock throbbing beneath his pants. It feels like being such a bad girl, something that the Alice part of me is definitely not used to, despite my job.

He drinks down the glass of champagne in little time before topping us both off.

“I’ve never done this before, you know,” I say nervously as I sip the second glass, letting its bubbles soothe me. I have to admit... I’m out of my league. I don’t know what people are supposed to do on one-night-stands. Am I supposed to just start kissing him? Or is he supposed to kiss me? It’s 2012, and I’m all about female empowerment, but I still have no idea what’s normal.

Though he’s been overseas for 4 years. He might not know either.

And that thing in the elevator... that was hot. It was spontaneous and exciting and it turned me on more than I could ever admit. So why am I feeling so self conscious now?

“And I’ve not done anything of this sort in a long, long time,” he says to me. Completely belying his point, though, he reaches out and puts that big, strong arm of his around my waist and pulls me close to him. I can feel he’s still rock solid in his nice looking pants, and that should be lewd and inappropriate right? But the way he looks into my eyes makes it feel anything but.

“You really are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he says before tilting his head and leaning in, placing a surprisingly soft, tender kiss upon my lips.

He tastes like peppermint, and my shoulders relax as soon as I taste him on me. All my worries suddenly disappear, and instead, there’s just that spark. That feeling of rightness once more. I’ve never felt like this before. My stomach is filled with a thousand butterflies as his tongue presses against mine.

Earlier this evening, I was Aphrodite. Goddess of the strip club, queen of the stage. I was confident, in control of my world. But now I feel powerless, like I’m caught up in a current I can’t fight. But I don’t want to fight it. Especially not when those big, powerful, comforting arms of his put aside his champagne glass and hold me tightly. Those two big hands grasping my ass again as his kiss grows deeper, more intense. His tongue mingles with mine inside my mouth as we stand there in his posh room, making out like horny teenagers instead of the experienced adults we are.

I put my champagne glass on the bar, and both of my arms go around his neck. With my heels, I’m tall, but still nowhere as tall as he is, and my head cocks back as I feel a growl grow in his chest.

“You’re so hot,” I manage to say, breathily.

“Then we should make for one very, very hot couple together,” he says with a wry grin on his face in the brief moment between our kisses. His big hands lift me back up, just as easily as he did in the club, carrying me into the air conditioned bedroom. It’s a huge, spacious place, with a California-King-Size bed in the middle of the room.

But little things like that are lost quickly as he rests my back on the mattress, his big, brawny body atop mine as we make out. Our hips grind into one another like teens in the backseat of a car. Our passion is explosive, and we just want to touch and explore one another, and take things slow.

Well, as slow as we can, considering I just met him a few hours ago.

My jeans give me a little more protection than the micro bikini I wear in the club, but honestly, I’m still pretty close to coming already. He just has the magic touch. Everywhere his fingers trail on my body, I just comes alive. Every growl, every little nip of his teeth, every dance of his tongue does me in.

Is this what it feels like when you’re someone’s soulmate? Like he knows my body even though he’s still a stranger?

He’s been away for four years, but those hands of his are moving over me with an expert’s touch. He’s managed to undo my jeans without me even noticing it. Then his hands are pulling my tank top up over my head with a single motion that can only be described as smooth.

“Stunning,” he says in the brief moment he has to look me over before his hungry mouth goes to my neck, licking, nipping, and kissing at my skin.

He’s already seen me almost completely naked, but back here, in his hotel, it’s a whole different thing.

He never thought he’d be kissing my skin.

And I never thought I’d be grinding against his erection, desperate to feel him all over me.

Those hands of his — God, those hands! — They reach in behind me, undo the bikini top from my stage show, which I’m using in place of a bra. I’m topless again, and his mouth is moving down, devouring my chest, kissing around my pink areola and teasing it to a peak. His hands move onto my jeans again, tugging them down from my hips, eager to get me bare upon his large bed.

I squirm out of them, though it’s hard, with his weight pinning me to the mattress. But by some miracle, they end up flung across the room, hitting the window which conveniently is a bit reflective. It means I get to see his body moving against mine, and I shudder with ecstasy at the perfect sight.

The view only gets all the better when he kisses and suckles upon my nipple. I watch my mouth as it parts into an o-shape, the pleasure so stark upon my expression. I can’t remember ever seeing myself look so happy, so aroused, in all my life.

His sensual kisses and licks trail between the peaks and valley of my chest, exploring me and tasting my skin as my hands roam through his hair. I pull him to me, but he’s strong and can easily resist me, instead taking what he wants.

Luckily, what he wants is just as delicious, and my moans are starting to pepper the air as I squirm beneath him. I can’t ever remember being so turned on before, like my entire body is on fire. I just want him everywhere, it’s driving me wild!

I can’t tell if this is lust or something else. But all I know is that the usual Alice that I know would never be here without a good reason. She’s cautious and thoughtful, and not at all impulsive.

There’s a reason I’m here, pinned beneath him. Some greater design. Some type of fate. I’m meant to be here, having my nipples teased by this hotter-than-hades military man.

He flicks the hard little bud with his tongue before he reluctantly withdraws. Kneeling up on the bed, he unbuttons his shirt and shows me that he’s everything I ever hoped he could be beneath.

It’s all chiseled muscle under there. Bulging pecs, ripped abs, all peppered with some hair and a few little scars, some old, some fresh. But like the rest of him, it’s just enough to give him that edge. That impression that this is a man who’s seen and done things that few have.

His belt comes next, and he doesn’t leave me waiting long before the pants follow. His boxer-briefs catch on his hip, and I can only see the very trunk of his cock. But it’s thick, lodged just beneath a small tuft of blonde pubic hair.

He’s an Adonis. Pure and simple. And that fits, because I’m his Aphrodite.

My hand reaches down for his cock, hungry to have it in my hand. I want to feel him throb against me and know that he wants me just as bad as I want him.

“Viktor,” I mutter as I kiss his chest, my nose tracing a scar along his collarbone. He’s so gorgeous, and I know he’s dangerous, but he’s been the perfect gentleman with me. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. I know he could do things I’d never be able to dream of, lived through things I couldn’t imagine, and yet with me, he shows such strength and willpower. He’s not a brute.

He’s everything a man ought to be.

My fingers — so slender next to the thick trunk of his massive manhood — grasp the edge of his underwear and tug them down. And down. And down. More and more of that length unveils so slowly until at last I pull them down far enough and that long, pulsating pillar leaps out against my arm, smacking my wrist with a meaty thud.

He has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen on a man.

“Oh babe,” he mutters in a growly voice, and then reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a condom and placing it down on the bed beside us as he runs his hand through my hair, relishing the feel of it.

“You came prepared,” I tease, but I’m glad at least one of us is thinking clearly. I stroke him, my fake lashes fluttering down over my blue eyes as his cock throbs in my hand. He’s so hot, his veins so pronounced, and he’s had a near constant erection since we first met. I know he’s busting for me, but he’s making this moment last.

“Something they taught me,” he says, his dick swelling in my hand. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me pop if you keep that up. I haven’t had a lady’s touch in so long.”

I know he’s bluffing. He’s made of sterner stuff than that.

His big, muscular body twitches as he tugs my bikini down, literally having to peel them from my slick slit. But my time holding onto his dick comes short as he moves down my body, parting my thighs and leaning in, taking a deep breath over my pussy.

“Ohhh fuck, you smell so good,” he says, his nostrils flared in the brief moment before he lunges in and begins to devour me.

Four years without a woman? He’s eating me out like a man who hasn’t eaten food in nearly so long. His mouth wraps about my clit, sucking it for a moment before his tongue laps at my slit and on up to swirl about my sensitive little bud.

His fingers pry apart my thighs, resisting my attempts to clamp them down around his head, and the extra sensation drives me wild. I gasp, my body squirming as his tongue plays with me.

I’m already on edge, and my hands are gripping the comforter as I start to plead with him. I’m not even sure what I’m saying. It’s all running together, breathy words that barely make sense, all peppered with please and oh god. I feel like I’m waking up for the first time in a very long time, actually able to feel everything with such an exquisite intensity.

He’s a ravenous beast for me, the wet sounds of his mouth and tongue working my pussy filling the air. The only thing I can see is his broad, muscular shoulders hunched over, his emerald eyes sparkling as they occasionally look up from between my thighs to watch my breasts heave and my face contort with pleasure.

He’s seen me come before, watched me orgasm on his lap. And he watches me now like there’s nothing more in the world he wouldn’t relish than seeing a rerun.

He doesn’t have to wait long before my hand is on the back of his head and I’m screaming his name as I grind into his face. My spine arches in a feline manner and my head presses back into the pillow as another amazing jolt of electricity sparks through me.

Viktor doesn’t let up though. He continues to tongue my gushing pussy through my climax, prodding and teasing my clit to such heights as he watches and relishes each moment. He keeps going stubbornly until my cries are dying down and I’m having to tug at the hair on the back of his head, unable to take any more.

He rises up then, his dick as hard as ever, jumping out from his groin as he licks at his lips, and wipes around his mouth, savoring my honey.

“Damn, I’ve never enjoyed eating a pussy as much as yours before,” he growls out with lust before reaching for the condom, ripping it open and beginning the process of having to pull that tight sheath on over his impressive manhood. The glistening rubber clings to every contour of his rigid, veiny shaft to the point where I worry it might tear at any moment.

I’m still in a haze from... how many orgasms did he just give me? But I still appreciate the sight of the hulking, perfect man in front of me. As soon as he’s suited up, I’m reaching out for his dick, basically begging for him.

I’ve never needed to be fucked as much as I need him right now.

He moans at my very touch, even separated by that thin sheath. But without hesitation, the two of us now well past the point of taking it slow, he lowers himself over me and gets between my thighs.

That gorgeous piece of equipment -- that the military most definitely did not gift him with -- lines up with my slit until he’s pushing it down into me. My pink little labia flowering around his shaft, stretching wide until I’m pushed taut around him as he sinks on in, balls deep.

“Are you okay?” he asks me, and at first I’m confused, but then I realize I’ve been crying out and moaning so loud he thought something was wrong.

“Better than okay,” I say, and I try to laugh, but even that comes out as a moan. My legs wrap around his ass, and he’s almost too big to handle, but I’ve never been wetter in my entire life, and that’s definitely helping.

He kisses my lips and doesn’t delay, those powerful hips of his beginning to pump into me, his deep, husky moans filling the air as we begin to screw atop his bed. It’s the most intense love-making of my life, and as he builds speed it only gets better.

I can hear his heavy balls slapping against my butt noisily, his body angling itself just perfectly as he pierces into me deeper than any man ever had. He’s a titan of sex, having not only the looks but the precise little ways of working my body down to perfection.

Or maybe it’s just fate that we’re both so perfectly made for each other.

Whatever it is, I can’t believe it’s so intense!

“Fuck!” he curses, and I can feel him tense and bulge inside me, his balls tightening, no longer slapping my ass so noisily. He’s getting close.

“Come in me,” I whisper, and I can’t believe how filthy the words sound off my tongue. What’s gotten into me? But I like it, too. Whatever magic spark exists between us, it’s turning me a little bit bad, and there’s nothing more that I’d like than being bad with him.

He’s stubborn though, and I can tell he’s drawing it out just a bit longer as he reaches his thumb in, tweaking and torturing my poor little abused clit, sparking more pleasure through me as he pulses with desire, edging so close. So close… until…

“Coming!” he cries out, before giving such a deep, hoarse moan, burying himself into me balls deep as he climaxes. That thick shaft swells inside me as he loses all control and bucks into me, grinding his dick in deep as he empties those heavy balls.

And he’s timed it perfectly with my... I’ve lost count. Another crashing orgasm. I’ve absolutely made a mess of his bed, and I still can’t stop myself from grinding against him, letting that wave after wave crash over me until I’m utterly and completely spent underneath him.

We’re panting together, his muscles all glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, only adding more allure to his body. He’s an Adonis alright. And I can’t help but rub my hands all over those hard bulges, and appreciate every bit of him as he leans in and kisses me affectionately, none of his interest having waned.

We make out for a long while after, minutes ticking away as we grind our bodies together, my pussy milking him for all he’s worth, and when at last he pulls away, his dick still semi-hard inside me.

“You wanna go again?” he asks me with a devilish grin on his face.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I say with a giggle, even as I nod my head eagerly.

He pulls back, and damn is it a beautiful view. His shoulders back, it only shows off his rippling physique all the better. Following the trail of hair on past his abs, down to his groin, and then…

We both see it at about the same time.

Instead of a little white bubble at the tip of the condom, we both stare at his dick, mostly raw and uncovered, except for a tattered band around his shaft.

The condom broke.