Eliana's POV

"Come with me." He whispered.

"To where?" I asked.

"My Car." He answered. "I'm parked right outside."

I thought about the decision for a moment and yielded to him, considering how horny he had made me to be. For a while it was as if Sophia and Juliette didn't exist. I completely forgot about them.

"Boss." A deep voice from the shadows called as we started moving outside.

"Sit tight. I'll be right back." Asa commanded.

That's interesting, I thought.

Asa laced his fingers with mine and tugged me toward the exit and I followed. The club's noise faded behind us until the doors shut and the cool night wrapped around us.

This is insane.

I'd known him for less than an hour, and it was even by accident. And still, it felt as if I'd known him longer than that.

We walked to his car and he unlocked the back door with a flick of his wrist and gestured for me to get it. I hesitated for only a heartbeat. Long enough to think "what the hell am I doing?" before sliding in.

We both got into the car and before I could breathe, he pulled me close and kissed me.

It's been six months since I last had s*x or even kiss anyone. Asa's kiss made me feel like I was being kissed for the first time. I whimpered into his mouth, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

It felt as if something possessed me. My hand went straight for his belt and he paused momentarily when he felt the tug of the buckle, almost like he wanted to see if I was really going to do it.

I was.

The leather strap slipped free and I unzipped him, and when I slid my hand inside his boxers, the shock of how hard his d**k already was turned me on even more.

"God..." I whispered, feeling how hard he was and how big he felt in my hand.

I stroked him slowly, wanting to watch him come undone. The weight of him and the girth of his d**k filled my hand. He was hot and pulsing, and boldness I didn't recognize in myself took over.

I got on my knees and brushed my lips over his d**k once to tease him. Then I opened my mouth and took him in.

The soft hiss of his breath filled the car as I slowly reached for his b*lls with my other hand while gently rubbing it. His hand slid into my hair, holding and guiding my head gently. My tongue traced his d**k as I moved, slow at first and then faster, until his groans vibrated through his chest. The sound was intoxicating.

"Eliana..." he muttered, like he was losing control.

That only made me suck him further, savoring the way his body jerked when my tongue teased his b*lls.

I pulled away just long enough to catch my breath, before he grabbed me. He kissed me hard, like he needed to taste himself on my mouth.

Then his hand was between my thighs.

He shoved my panties to the side with no patience and slide his fingers inside me, finding me wet and almost dripping. The first press inside had me gasping against his lips, one hand clutching his shoulder while the other squeezed his d**k tightly, still stroking him.

"Asa..." I moaned helplessly, breaking open in the quiet car.

The car was filled with the wet sound of his fingers working me, my moans spilling too freely and loudly. I tried to kiss him to muffle it, but he pulled back just enough to watch me, savoring every twitch of my body.

Sitting on him, the heat between us was unbearable. My panties were the only thing left between my p***y and his d**k.

"I want you," he murmured into my ears.

Then, without hesitation, he shifted, pulling me into a properly balanced position, removing my hand from his d**k. He pushed my panties aside just enough with one hand while holding his d**k with the other as he slid gently inside my p***y in one smooth motion. I gasped, a moan ripping past my lips as he penetrated me, his hands now gripping my hips, guiding while thrusting slowly at first, then harder and deeper.

"You're so tight." I heard him moan softly.

I rocked instinctively against him. The tight friction made every nerve in my body sing. He thrust with a controlled rhythm, as if he was marking every inch inside my p***y, setting fire to my every nerve.

One hand of his slid to my back, pressing me flush against him, while the other lifted one of my bum guiding my hips with every motion. I gripped his arms, holding on for balance, lost in the sensation. Each thrust sent me higher, spiraling. The small space of the back seat filled with sound and motion.

"You feel so good," he groaned against my mouth.

I couldn't answer with words, only with moans and soft cries as he thrust deeper inside my p***y.

His fingers traced my body. One hand squeezing my breast while his tongue worked my n***le.

My moans grew louder. Every thrust sent me closer to the edge.

"Look at me." He whispered as I tried closing my eyes.

Then, as the tension coiled unbearably, my body tensed and my hips jerked uncontrollably against him as the first wave hit. He kept thrusting, circling slowly this time, prolonging the pleasure, building another surge as my hands gripped his arms, pulling him close.

The second wave hit just as violently, leaving me gasping and clinging to him. He didn't stop. He thrust deeper and faster this time, guiding me through the heat.

"Yes..." I moaned, as he squeezed my waist while sucking my n***le and thrusting at the same time.

Finally, the last wave hit. My p***y gripped his d**k tightly as if I didn't want to let go and I jerked uncontrollably for almost a minute. After the last shudder, he thrusted slowly and gently once more, stretching every wall and touching the very limits of my p***y, as if reminding me that he was still inside me.

Eliana's POV

Asa slowly pulls out of me. The sensation leaving a lingering ache that made me bite my lip and moan softly. I sat leaning back against the leather, trying to steady my breath and he exhaled heavily beside me, letting his fingers brush along my thigh one last time before shifting to tug his trousers up, sliding the zipper with a rough flick of his wrist.

I moved to adjust myself, slipping my panties back on, my heart still hammering. The quiet of the car amplified our breaths as we both momentarily rested to regain strength.

"Is it okay if you drop me home?" I asked after finally catching my breath, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face.

"If that's what you want," he said with a gentle smile.

"It is." I nodded without hesitation.

We both moved from the back seat and went forward. Finally, he turned on the car, and put on a soft music to ease the atmosphere. And I allowed the cold breeze of the AC cool me off. God I needed this.

When we reached my apartment, I invited him in and he accepted and entered.

"Would you like a drink?" I said, morning towards my small kitchen. "I can get you some water."

"I would like that." He said in response.

I poured a glass of water from the fridge and handed it to him. He accepted it, swallowing every drop like he had been thirsty for three days.

Once the glass was empty, he set it down, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

"Refreshing?" I asked with a smile teasingly.

He didn't answer my words, instead he looked me straight in the eyes with a smirk and closed the space between us. My back hit the fridge as he kissed me again.

I moaned into him as I started feeling myself get horny again. I let my hands wander over his shoulders, gripping lightly. I could feel the hard press of his d**k push through his trousers.

Our kiss grew urgent, a wordless conversation that spoke louder than anything else. I felt him nudge me gently toward the hallway, lips never leaving mine, until the bedroom door loomed ahead. Our clothes dropped one after the other along the way. His shirt was tossed carelessly onto the chair, my dress slipped from my shoulders until only my bra and panties remained.

I pressed my breast against him instinctively as his hands traced my back, teasing over the edges of my bra, down to the curve of my spine.

"Not yet," he whispered softly, almost as if testing me, but the growl underneath his words betrayed him.

Laying on the bed, he finally pulled back just enough to tug my panties to the side. His fingers brushed over my p***y lightly rubbing my cl*t before his hard d**k slid inside me. I let out a loud moan, arching into him. His thrust was slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him as he thrust deep inside me, reaching the very end.

"Faster..." I whispered with a moan.

Without breaking eye contact, he positioned himself, pressing against me. The tip of his d**k nudged at the spot where I needed him most, and with a sharp inhale, I felt his thrust deepen as he slid in and out of me, going faster with each thrust. I moaned loudly, gripping his arms, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. I didn't want to let him go.

"I'm... about to c*m." he groaned, as he thrust deep inside me. He buried his face in my shoulder for a moment, biting me softly, and then with one final shuddering thrust, he quickly pulled out as he let go, spilling over me.

The release was intense. I could feel him trembling slightly as he laid on top of me, holding me as we both caught our breath.

A small laugh escaped us both moments after.

"What a mess." He said, looking down on his spill over my belly. "Got a tissue?" he asked.

"Yeah." I answered still in amusement, pointing toward the bathroom.

He moved with fluid grace, retrieving what he needed, and he wiped the sperm off my belly, while making sure I was comfortable. Then he slid off, putting his clothes back on, while I adjusted my bra and panties. My cheeks were flushed and my heart was pounding. "I just finished having sex with a total stranger." I said to myself.

"I wish I could stay a little longer," he said, while leaning against the doorway. "But I have some... business to attend to tonight."

"I understand." I said with a nod, while biting my lip, though I wanted more. "Will I see you again?" I asked, hesitant but honest.

With a smirk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. Only his name and a number were printed boldly on it. No address, no other detail. He handed it to me, and the faint scent of coffee and chocolate drifted up as I took it, pressing it to my lips unconsciously.

Without another word, he stepped toward the door and left. I watched him leave, and then slowly sank onto the bed, card clutched in my hand.

I lay back, legs stretched out, still putting on my panties and bra, fingers brushing the smooth paper as memories of him and everything we just did replayed in my mind.

"Oh sh*t." I said suddenly out loud as I remembered I had left Sophia and Juliette at the club.

I quickly reached for my phone with the thought of calling them to let them know I was home.

I opened our group chat and left a short.

"Girls, don't hate me. I've gone home."

I waited to see if either of them would respond but none of them did.

What in the world could they be doing?

Eliana's POV

It's morning and I had just woken up with a lingering memory of last night. The kiss at the club, the sex in the car, the final sex at my place. A slow smile curved on my lips.

"Oh God...Asa." I whispered his name as if mentioning his name could cause him to suddenly appear right before me.

The thought of him alone turned me on.

He had left, stating he had some "business" he needed to attend to. It was pretty cool actually. He's mysterious.

And I'd also been pleased that I'd taken that leap of living out one of the fantasies I'd carried for so long. Having s*x with a complete stranger. It was much better than I imagined.

My fingers brushed the small card he'd left behind, still clutched in my hand. I could still smell the scent of coffee and chocolate on it, and I inhaled it subconsciously, savoring the reminder of him. My body was still warm, the faint ache of last night settling pleasantly in my p***y, a reminder of what we had done.

"God, last night was wild... but I'm still thankful for a new day." I prayed softly as I stretched, lingering on my bed in just my panties and bra.

And then the temptation to call him hit me. My phone rested on the nightstand, and I reached for it, picking it up without a second thought. My thumb hovered over the dial momentarily in hesitation.

For a long moment, I just stared, imagining his face, his smirk, the hardness of his d**k in my hands... Then, quickly I jerked myself out of my reverie and I dialed his number.

The first ring echoed in the quiet apartment stretching for a moment and then-voicemail. I frowned slightly, refusing to be deterred.

"Maybe he's busy?" I said out loud.

I decided to try again moments later.

Ring. Ring. And there was still no response.

I waited again in silence and there was something about this particular silence that felt both frustrating and thrilling, and I hesitated, thumb hovering the dial button before deciding to try one last time.

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

Still nothing.

I set the phone down, blinking at the ceiling as my mind began to wander, wondering why he hadn't picked up. Maybe he was still handling "business", or maybe he was.... I shook my head, letting the thoughts dissolve.

And then, there was a sharp knock at my door. The knock rattled the quiet of my apartment, pulling me completely out of my imaginations.

I froze momentarily trying to figure out who could be at my door by this time of the morning.

Suddenly I became very aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but black panties and a matching bra. My hair was still a mess from the night before, and my head carried that faint, throbbing headache that came after one drink too many.

There was another knock again. Louder this time, in form of a pattern.

"Sh*t. Hold on!" I called out as I snatched the first thing I could find-a wrinkled T-shirt from the chair near the door. Not to wear but to hold against my chest, in case it was my neighbor or, God forbid, the landlord.

Padding barefoot to the door, I pressed one eye to the peephole.

It was Sophia and Juliette.

Of course.

I cracked the door just enough to peek out, my bare shoulder pressed against the frame.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked.

Sophia's grin was already mischievous, her eyeliner smudged but her confidence shining as bright as ever.

"Checking if you survived the night." She said.

Juliette stood just behind her, cheeks pink from the morning chill, balancing three paper cups of coffee like she was the responsible one.

"Coffee?" she offered, as though that justified their unannounced arrival.

Before I could say any other words, Sophia nudged the door wider with her hip and breezed past me, her eyes sweeping immediately over my state of undress.

"Oh my God, Ellie." She laughed, "Did you just finish f**king or what?"

"Shut up." I said with a chuckle, rolling my eyes as I tugged the shirt higher against my chest but making no move to put it on.

Juliette at least had the decency to look flustered as she slipped inside and set the coffees down on the table.

"You could've gotten dressed before opening the door." She said.

"I could've but then I saw it was you guys," I muttered, shutting the door behind them. "For all I knew I thought it could've been Mr. Henderson from next door. Imagine if he'd seen this. You think I'd want that?"

"He'd probably thank the universe." Sophia smirked, flopping onto the couch like she owned the place.

I shot her a look, but she just stretched, looking smug and radiant in a way that made me suspicious.

"You look..." I narrowed my eyes. "Too pleased with yourself. Spill. What's the gist?"

"Remember that guy who asked me to dance?" She said, leaning forward with her chin resting on her hand, eyes sparkling like a 6 year old.

Of course I did. I remembered watching her strut off to the floor, leaving Juliette and I alone at the bar.

"Well," she said, her smile curling, "one dance was all it took before we ditched the floor. Guess where we ended up?"

"A hotel?" I arched a brow, teasing.

"Nope."

"Sophia..." Juliette said with her eyes widened in anticipation.

"The club's bathroom." Sophia said with a grin.

"You didn't." I said, jaw dropped.

"Oh, I did." She looked positively triumphant. "He had me pressed against the stall door before I could blink. The music was pounding through the walls, people were walking in and out, and I couldn't have cared less. We did it right then and there. It was..." She paused momentarily as if reliving the experience. "Perfect."

"Sophia, you're insane." Juliette said with one hand covering her face while letting out a laugh.

"Insanely lucky." Sophia corrected, wagging her brows.

"Slut." I said with a laugh, shaking my head.

"Excuse you." Sophia gasped, clutching her chest in mock offense.

"Total slut." Juliette said, peeking through her fingers, googling despite herself.

"Say it louder!" Sophia said, stretching her arms out wide, basking in the attention. "I'll wear it like a crown."