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I scanned the bar, looking at the various assortments of people. This side of London was clearly more catered towards the well-to-do, so it really wasn’t a surprise that Kate would choose this place. Kate, after being bought drinks by no less than four guys once she walked in here, had chosen her prey for the evening. She was so consumed with his heroic, and most likely fake, tales of traveling around the world, that she missed the glares I was sending her way for abandoning me. I shifted in my seat, and stirred my drink a little more. My short, clingy black dress was appropriate for this venue, but I still felt like I didn’t belong. These people were so… fake. Everyone seemed to be playing someone they weren’t and it was getting on my nerves. The more I saw, the more it made me want to run out of here. But before I could muster up the courage to request an Uber and bolt out, my gaze landed on a man directly across the bar from me. His all-black outfit made a very stark contrast to the paleness of his skin, and his inky black hair was slicked back behind his ears. He was facing the wall to my right, so I could see the sharp cheekbones and jaw line that this mysterious stranger was gifted with. He was attractive. I took a sip of my drink, and began looking him up and down, or at least what I could see through the cluster of people. My eyes went back and landed on his facial profile, but instead, his eyes met mine. He smirked a bit, and nodded his head gently towards me. In my embarrassment, I quickly turned away and felt my cheeks redden. No, I thought to myself, I came here to relax (despite that not happening) and not to go home with some stranger; don’t look back. But my resolve was weak, and the desire to glance at those cheekbones once more was too great, so I glanced at him once more to see him striding towards me. I panicked a little, internally, sitting up straighter and praying my lipstick hadn’t been messed up by my drink. He came to a stop a few feet from me, and I had to crane my neck up to look at his face.
“Good evening,” he said, with a smooth English accent.
“Hi,” I breathed, taking all of him in.
“May I?” he gestured to the seat in front of my, and I nodded quickly. He sat down with such grace that the ice cubes in his drink didn’t even hit the glass. I snapped out of my awe and stuck out my hand.
“I’m Aurelia,” I said. He took my hand, but instead of shaking it, he gently pressed his lips to my knuckles. I small gasp escaped my lips when he did.
“That’s quite an unusual name, but it suits you. You are indeed golden,” He said. I bit my lip from smiling too hard. No one ever knew what my name meant, so him knowing made me much happier than it should have.
“You might be the first person I’ve met that knows what it means. Most people find it pretentious,” I said.
“I have experience with a rather unusual name myself. I’m Loki,” he said, and I couldn’t suppress my surprised expression.
“It’s not often I meet a person with a more unique name than myself. Where does it come from?” I ask.
“Its from Norse mythology; the god of mischief and lies,” he explained. I realized that we’d inadvertently gotten closer to each other, and our knees were nearly touching.
“I would say it suits you, but I’m not sure if that would be a compliment,” I said, giggling slightly. Loki smiled back at me with a hint of lust in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut of by Kate’s shrill voice.
“Aurelia, Damien and I were about to head out. Are you okay to find your way home?” She asked, not even aware of the presence beside me.
“I’ll make sure Aurelia gets home without incident,” He answered before I had a chance to respond. I quickly snapped my head to look at him, my mouth still slightly agape. Kate’s eyes widened when she noticed Loki, and a teasing smile overtook her lips.
“Alright. Have fun!” She said, in a sing-song voice before flouncing away.
“That’s rather forward of you,” I said, not entirely accusingly. This flirtation we had going on was exciting, but I didn’t really like being spoken for.
“I just figured I’d offer you my services, as any native Londoner should be willing to do,” He said, mischief dancing in his eyes. I had to bite my lip once more to keep from smiling again.
“And what services would those be, exactly?” I questioned, any trace of distaste gone.
“I feel that I could show you better than I could tell you,” he said, reaching his hand out to intertwine his fingers with mine. This time, I couldn’t contain my grin.
“Lead the way.”
The ride back to his place was short, and his speed didn’t allow me to really get my bearings. All I could tell that this was a very, very nice part of town. He came to a stop in front of an expensive looking townhouse and quickly made his way around the car to open the door for me. I stepped out, graciously taking his hand and he quickly lead me inside the house. It was full of dark, rich tones, similar to him. His hand rested on the small of my back, guiding me further inside the house.
“Drink?” He asked, leading me to a wet bar.
“Please,” I said, sitting down on one of the stools. He began combining various liquids, his long, dexterous fingers working methodically.
“How long have you been in London?” He asked while still concentrating on working.
“Only a few days. My friend Kate, the blonde from the bar, she convinced me to spend a few months here,”I said. I left out the fact that I was still in college, afraid my age would be enough to send Loki packing. “How long have you lived here?” I asked.
“15 years or so,” He said, handing me a drink. We cheered, and took a sip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. I wasn’t bashful in the slightest, but all this intense gazing was making me feel a bit timid. The gravity of it all hit me quickly, and I realized what I’d gotten myself into. “You’re blushing,” He commented, with some humor. I sat back and nervously laughed.
“It’s just that I… I don’t normally do this,” I confessed. He narrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head at me, with the same humorous expression. “Go to an unfamiliar house, with unfamiliar people, in an unfamiliar city,” I explained further. He chuckled a little at me, and rounded the bar to stand in front of me.
“Would it ease your worries if I told you that I don’t often do this as well?” He questioned, grabbing both of my hands with his. His hands were so large and felt so strong, yet soft.
“A bit…” I confessed, staring down at our hands. He chuckled again and lifted his hand to tilt my chin up. I looked up at him with wide eyes and my breathing started to get shallower.
“I promise you this; by the end of the night, we’ll be very familiar with one another,” Loki’s face crept up to mine, and softly pressed his lips to my slightly parted one. It was soft and slow at first, like he was testing me out. It soon became rougher and our lips greedily clashed at the others. I tangled my fingers in his soft locks and his hands grabbed my hips to bring me closer. I parted my legs, allowing him to stand between me and letting my dress ride up to the tops of my thighs. His mouth began trailing down my jaw and his hips slightly ground into mine. I chocked back a moan as he nipped at my neck. I clutched him closer to me and felt him smile against my neck. His hands started tracing my thighs, spreading them wider apart while I wrapped my legs around his hips. Loki took that as all he needed to hoist me up without ceasing his attack with his lips. He carried us into a bedroom and set me down before hovering above me.
His bight blue eyes looked back into mine before recapturing my lips, and kissing me much rougher. It felt so good, his body weight on top of mine, but I needed more. I moved my his, grinding against him and feeling his erection. “Please…” I whispered against his lips. His hands lifted my dress up, pulling it off of me, then looked me up and down. I internally praised myself for opting to wear my more enticing bra and pantie set. He sat back for a moment to take off his jacket and I sat up on my knees. My hands cupped his face before bringing it to mine, and kissing his lips softly. I pulled away from him for a moment to see him staring at me with of look of… admiration? I began undoing the buttons on his shirt, pressing light kisses to his well-defined chest as I did. When I finished the last of it, I helped push it off Loki’s chest, and stared at him.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, involuntary. He might deny it, but I could see a pink flush in his cheeks at my words.
“As are you, my darling, but I fear you’re severally over dressed,” Loki said with a mischievous smirk. I grinned and sat back, taking off my bra and tossing it to the side. Now it was his turn to marvel at me and make me blush. He kissed me again, and began trailing down to my collarbone, most likely leaving a hickey. He went further, and enveloped my breast in his hands, kneading them in preparation for his lips. I didn’t try and disguise my desire anymore and moaned freely. Loki’s lips circled my nipple and began licking and very gently nipping at it. He did the same to the other while his hands moved to grope my ass. He moved further, and took off my underwear, leaving me completely bare before him. He nipped at my hip bones before lifting my leg up and placing kisses on my inner thighs. I gasped as his hot breath hit my center, and his tongue began tracing my folds.
“Loki,” I moaned, which he clearly liked. He began moving more quickly, delving completely into me. His long fingers began assisting him. His fingers moved furiously in me and I threw my head back into the pillows, feeling my orgasm taking over me. I held onto his hair, tugging it more than I probably should have. It didn’t take him long at all to pull me over the edge. I nearly screamed his name as relief finally washed over me, but his tongue continued its relentless attack. When I finally slacked under him, my body tingling all over, he moved back to face me. He kissed my neck some more while I caught my breath.
After a few moments I took inactive and flipped us over so now I was straddling him.
“Now I think you’re over dressed,” I said, holding onto his shoulders. I began moving down and quickly undid his belt buckle. He lifted his hips, helping me to slide his pants and underwear down. His long, thick cock bobbed up, hitting his abdomen. I glanced back up at him, biting my lip to keep from grinning to widely. This man is gifted. He was gazing at me lustfully, smirking at me. I finished unclothing him, and gently traced my fingernails along his legs as I moved between him. I took his member in my hands, slowly spreading the bead of precum that had appeared on the head. He moaned and I grabbed him a little firmer. I moved so that I was lying between his legs, and darted my tongue out to trace along his shaft. I licked him up and down for a little, paying special attention to his nearly-purple head. I finally brought my entire mouth around him and took as much of him as my mouth would allow.
“Aurelia,” he moaned. I hummed in approval, and felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down for a while, until I felt his finger at my chin. I looked back up at him, letting his cock twitch against my mouth as strings of my saliva ran down my chin. He groaned, biting his lip. His hand splayed across my cheek, as he pulled me up, face-to-face.
“As fantastic as you mouth is, I can think of a much better place for me to fill,” Loki said breathlessly. He kissed my lips, and I could still taste some of myself on his lips. He flipped us over once more, so that he was hovering above me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he aligned his cock to my entrance, rubbing his head along my dripping folds.
“I need more… I need you,” I panted. Loki happily obliged and began pushing deeper inside of me. Now, I was no virgin, but the feeling of his cock in my was so unlike anything I’ve felt. He was large and warm, I felt like my insides were on fire. He pushed deeper into me until he was fully inside of me, and recaptured my lips with his. He moved inside of my, slowly thrusting. I moaned into his mouth as he began moving faster.
“Loki, god…” I moaned. he smiled and looked back at me, not slowing his pace at all.
“Say my name again,” he commanded. I happily did as he told me, his name spilling from lips like a prayer. His thrust became erratic and I could feel him hitting my g-spot.
“LOKI!” I screamed as he brought me over the edge once again and my body became out of my control. He rutted into me as I clawed at his shoulders and I felt him orgasm inside of me, his hot cum filling me. He continued thrusting deep inside of me until the last bit of his orgasm had been milked from him. He hovered over me, breathless, and looking down at my glassy stare. I reached my hand up and brushed some black, slightly curly, strands of hair from his sweat-covered face. He smiled down at me and slowly pulled out of me, letting his cum spill out of me and onto his sheets. Loki grabbed me by the hips to roll us over so that I was resting on his chest. I inhaled his scent, sweet and sex-filed, as he toyed with a ringlet of my hair.
“Pardon my vulgarness,” He said, once he caught his breath, “But your cunt is delectable.” I laughed a little, rubbing my face into his chest, and feeling him chuckle lightly too.
“That may just be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I said, smiling. He laughed a little harder at that. I felt so peaceful in his embrace. Part of my mind threatened to remind me that little tryst had an expiration date that was coming to be in a few hours. “You’re quite well built yourself,” I said. He didn’t respond, just continued playing with my hair. I scooted up more, so that I was facing him. We looked at each other for some time, memorizing our faces, and my fingers gently trailed up to his lips. Loki opened his mouth slightly and I started placing my finger a little deeper. His tongue came out to swirl around it, making a shiver run down my spine. I looked at him curiously and slowly withdrew my hand.
“You seem perplexed. Surely I’ve made you aware of what my tongue can accomplish,” He taunted.
“Its just that… most guys just kinda roll over and fall asleep once they’ve… had their fill,” I said. He chuckled darkly at me before pressing his lips gently to mine, drawing me into a deeper kiss.
“You genuinely think I’ve had my fill of you?” He asked, somewhat rhetorically. I looked at him, a bit perplexed.
“I think evidence of your ‘fill’ is dripping onto my thighs,” I said seductively.
“Oh darling,” he whispered, “I’m not even close to filling you as much as I possibly can.”
Sunbeams streaming in from the window woke me up. The silky dark sheets grazed my skin, and I felt a damp spot beneath me. I rolled over, ignoring my strained muscles crying out. Instead of the comforting skin of Loki, I was met with emptiness. I wanted to be okay with it, after all this was supposed to be a one-time-thing. But the painful thrum in my heart made my eyes water. I brushed away the thought and turned to find my clothes. I gathered everything before heading to the bathroom. The image I found in the mirror shocked me a bit. My hair was a mess, my eyes blood-shot, and my skin marred by love bites. They trailed down my neck, around my breast, and to my hips and thighs. I should have felt horrified by this, but the only thing my mind could think of was how good it felt as he was making them.
I dressed quickly, tried to look as fresh as possible without taking a shower, and began to leave. I took one last look at the bedroom, letting my hand gently graze his pillow, and pick it up to inhale his scent. I sighed deeply before facing the inevitable and quickly made my way out of his house.