Chapter Four

Kaitlyn

He lets me into his place – a condo overlooking the Santa Monica Pier – and I'm amazed by the opulence of it. Nyro is obviously a man who enjoys the finer things in life. Amazing artwork adorns his walls and thick, Oriental rugs cover the hardwood flooring. A sunken living room is dominated by a larger fireplace and a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows gives me that spectacular view of the pier and the darkness of the ocean beyond.

I step down into the living room and sit down on the couch, looking out at the silvery moonlight sparkling off the surface of the Pacific. I feel as if I'm walking in a dream. My brain is fuzzy and I feel lightheaded. I feel almost giddy. Like I've had too much to drink.

But considering the fact I only had two Cosmos at the club, I really doubted I was drunk. When Nyro looked into my eyes though, I felt like I was. He had the strangest and yet, most profound effect on me. It was something I'd never experienced before and although it terrified me, it filled me with an excitement I'd never known.

Every instinct in my brain told me to run. To get away as fast as possible. But I thought it was simply my irrational fears talking. My insecurities rearing their ugly heads yet again. Ashley said to never be afraid to roll the dice. That I was the one in control.

I'm not sure that this is what she had in mind when she said it though.

Deep down, there's something unsettling about Nyro. Something off about him. Something that triggers my fears. But, by the same token, there's something compelling about him. It's not just his looks – although he's a very handsome man. There's something more. Something powerful. When he looks into my eyes, I feel him drawing me in. I feel like I'm caught in a web and can't get out of it. More to the point though, I don't want to get out of it. I want to lose myself in his eyes. Want to lose myself in him.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he sits down on the couch beside me.

“I – I'm fine,” I reply. “Just feeling a little lightheaded.”

“Here,” he says and hands me a bottle of cold water. “Drink this.”

I take the bottle and look at it, hesitating. The idea that he'd drugged me had flashed through my mind earlier, but when we were at the club, I hadn't take a drink from him specifically because of that fear. I'd heard way too many stories about girls who'd been drugged and taken advantage of and had zero desire to be a statistic. So, when I was out, I was always exceedingly careful about who I took drinks from.

Nyro chuckles softly, as if reading my mind, and takes the bottle back from me. He twists off the top and I hear the cracking of the safety tab breaking as he opens it – and start feeling like a bit of an asshole. Never breaking eye contact with me, Nyro tips the bottle back and takes a long drink of it, swallowing it all before handing it back to me.

I feel the heat rush into my cheeks, embarrassed by my paranoia.

“Sorry,” I say. “I didn't mean to offend.”

He gives me a soft smile. “No apologies necessary,” he says. “I understand that as a woman, you can't be too careful – especially in this town.”

“I appreciate that.”

It's then that a different sort of concern starts to wash over me. And I don't want him to get the wrong idea about me.

“Listen,” I say. “I'm not here because of what you can do for my career. I -- I'm not like that. I'm not that kind of girl.”

And then I immediately cringe at how corny and cliché that sounds. It sounds exactly like the kind of thing a girl from nowhere Missouri would say – and I have to fight off the urge to slap myself upside the head.

He gives me a small, gentle smile. “Then, if you don't mind my asking – why are you here?”

It was a simple question. One I should have the answer to. I'm not the kind of girl who goes home with strange men – or at least, I never thought I was. But when I try to answer the question, I find that the answer is not so forthcoming in my mind. I honestly have no idea. And although that should scare me, for whatever reason, it doesn't.

As I search my mind for answers, the only thing that comes to me is Ashley's voice telling me to roll the dice. To not be afraid to take chances. I recall her telling me that I need to get out and have some fun. To indulge myself once in a while. That I deserve to enjoy myself.

Is that why I'm here? Yeah, I haven't been with a man in a long time. But does that justify me going home with a man I only met a couple of hours ago? That's not like me. I don't do things like this.

And yet – here I am. And the only reason I can come up with is because I feel drawn to Nyro. Compelled by him in a way I can't explain or understand. When he looks into my eyes, it sets my soul on fire and sends a rush of energy through me that I've never felt before. It's powerful. Overwhelming. Intoxicating. Consuming.

“I'm here because – I want to be here.”

Do I though? Do I really want to be here? That small voice whispers in the back of my mind, questioning what I'm doing here. But when Nyro smiles at me, it drowns out that voice and melts the last few walls of resistance within me.

“I'm glad to hear that, Kaitlyn,” he says, his voice thick and smooth. “Because I've been wanting to be with you for a long time.”

Before I can stop to even question what he'd said, he presses his lips to mine. And when he does, it feels like a bomb of sensation went off inside of me. His tongue slides into my mouth, swirling with my own and it sends shockwaves of electricity through me.

I lean into him, run my hands through his long, white hair as our kiss grows in passion and intensity. He pulls back and looks at me, his dark, sultry eyes boring into mine. A chill passes through me when, for a moment, his eyes seem to glow a golden color with some inner light. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the glow was gone. As if it had never been in the first place.

I stare back at him, not sure if I saw what I think I saw. It had to be a trick of the light or just my imagination, right?

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I hesitate a moment and then smile at him as a feeling of warmth spreads throughout my body. My head starts to swim a little and that feeling of being in a waking dream returns – but it's not unpleasant.

“I'm fine,” I say.

He looks at me for a moment and I see a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Do you want this?”

My hesitation is momentary, but then I speak. “Yes,” I say. “I do.”

The smile that crosses his face is almost predatory. He leans forward again and kisses me. The feel of his tongue in my mouth and his hands sliding across my body drive out conscious thought. I suddenly can't think – I can only feel. And the way his hands slide up my thighs, the sensation his fingertips leave in their wake make me feel like my skin is on fire.

Nyro slips off of the couch, kneeling before me. I bite my bottom lip, unable to tear my eyes away from him as he flashes me that delicious little smile. The feeling of anticipation surges within me as he pushes my skirt up, trailing his hands up my thighs and then pulls my panties down, carelessly tossing them to the side.

I suck in a deep breath when he leans forward, tracing the tip of his tongue around my wet, swollen lips. And when he slides his tongue inside of me, I cry out as my body explodes with pleasure. Nyro starts to lick me, sucking on my clit and fingering me with zeal. He works his fingers and his tongue within me harder and faster, making me cry out as I pull his long hair and push his face down deeper into the warm, wet center of me while I grind myself against his mouth.

Nyro uses his mouth on me expertly, making my breath catch in my throat and my heart thunders in my chest. He licks and sucks, working his fingers in and out of me and I feel the pressure building up low within me. I bite my lip and pull on his hair as he plunges his fingers deep inside of me, sucking hard on my clit at the same time.

And that's enough to push me over the edge. My orgasm comes crashing down on me like an avalanche and pulls me under. I cry out as my body trembles and shakes. Looking down at Nyro, I see him staring back up at me from between my thighs, his eyes seeming to glow once more.

As my orgasm slowly subsides, he stands up, his eyes still locked on mine. I immediately sit up and start working on his belt. When I finally get his pants undone, I slide them down his thighs and take hold of his long, firm cock. He gasps when I squeeze it tight and start to stroke it.

I lean forward and run the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, making him draw in a sharp breath. His hands are in my hair, tugging on it as I take him into my mouth, licking and sucking on his hard, thick shaft. Nyro grabs my hair and tugs it hard as he starts to move his hips, pumping his cock into my mouth. I squeeze him hard and tight at the base of his cock as he drives himself into my mouth over and over, his moans sounding more like a growl escaping his throat.

His breathing a little ragged, Nyro steps back, letting his cock slip out of my mouth. He lifts my chin and locks eyes with me – that shimmery, dreamlike feeling growing in intensity.

“I need you,” he says, his voice husky. “I need to be inside of you.”

Without waiting for me to say a word, he stands me up and turns me around. He bends me over the arm of the couch and pushes my skirt up around my waist. Nyro steps forward, grabbing a handful of my hair and gives it a vicious yank as he drives his cock into me, hard and deep. My eyes grow wide and a surprised gasp escapes me as I feel him filling me up and stretching me open.

Nyro is large and thick and having him thrust himself so roughly inside of me caught me by surprise and sent a sharp sting of pain shooting through me. But then he lays a hand on my back and I swear I feel my skin growing warm – but then the pain is gone as quickly as it had come. And what I'm left with is nothing but sheer pleasure and bliss as he begins to move his cock inside of me.

Nyro thrusts his hips hard and fast, driving himself into me roughly as he pulls harder on my hair.

“You feel so good, Kaitlyn,” he moans. “So tight. So wet.”

He's fucking me so hard and the pleasure exploding within me is so intense, I can't seem to form a coherent thought – let alone a coherent sentence. All I can do is feel. And the feeling of his cock moving inside of me is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It's amazing and powerful.

Pushing back against him, taking him even deeper inside of me, I cry out and throw my head back. I look back over my shoulder at him and have to blink my eyes a few times. Nyro has his eyes closed, his head back, and seems to have a strange glow around his body. He's muttering softly – too softly for me to understand – but it sounds like a foreign language. And all the while, he keeps thrusting his hips, driving himself into me.

I gasp when he turns his eyes down to me – feeling almost like I'd been caught doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. His eyes are intense, seeming to glow with that inner light and it sets off another wave of that shimmery, dreamlike feeling inside of me.

“Turn around,” he growls. “Don't look at me.”

I turn back around again quickly, my skin warming up – the ominous feeling that had been creeping up on me driven out by one of pure euphoria that leaves me feeling dizzy.

“Do you like this, Kaitlyn?” he asks. “Does this feel good?”

My own breathing is ragged, but I finally manage to speak. “Yes,” I croak. “It feels amazing.”

“Good,” he says, his voice smooth and controlled. “Just feel. Enjoy.”

I do as he says, letting the sensations roll through my body as he thrusts his hard, thick cock into me. I feel like I'm touching a live wire, the energy coursing through me is pure electricity. I feel the orgasm building up within me a split second before it overwhelms me. Not prepared for it, I spasm hard, my pussy pulsing and tightening around Nyro's cock. My cries are loud and echo around the room.

Nyro's rhythm falters and I feel his body tensing up, his grip on my hair grows even tighter. His moan is more like a growl again as the tension in his body builds to a crescendo and then the dam of his own resolve breaks. I feel his shaft throbbing and pulsing inside of me as a warm flood of his spunk shoots into me.

I feel his seed filling me up and a strange heat filling my body. His cock growing flaccid, Nyro steps back and drops down onto the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He's panting as if he'd just run a marathon and sweat is rolling down his body. He looks entirely spent.

Tugging my skirt back down into place, I fall down onto the couch beside him, still feeling his warm, wet seed inside of me. Still feeling that heat spreading throughout my body. But like Nyro, I feel spent. Exhausted. Wrung out.

I lay my head down on his chest and close my eyes, intending to rest for just a moment. But then the darkness of sleep begins to creep in at the edges of my vision and it's not long before it pulls me under entirely.