Sex with a stranger 3

She bent over to smell it without removing it from the chair, it smelt good. It smelt like men's perfume.

Ben walked out of the bathroom wiping his hands with the small towel provided by the hotel. There was someone else in the room.

He wondered if it was her, he wondered if it was Belle. Standing there and watching her touch his suit jacket, which he had spread over the chair's arm, he thought she was sexy.

Even with the sleeping lights, he thought she looked sexy in the dress she wore. When she bent over to smell his jacket, he could see her dress go up. He walked to the bedside and turned on the brighter light, she turned around immediately.

"Belle?" He asked in a low, deeply masculine voice.

"Yes.Ben, right?" She saw a man in a long-sleeved shirt.

"Yes." He walked to her."Fuck, you are beautiful." He muttered even though she could hear him. He was amazed by her beauty, he admired how she made her hair into a fine ponytail and how he could see her clear shoulders, with no hair to cover them, just the thin strap of her dress.

"You are very pretty." He said again, to her hearing.

"I know." He chuckled at her reply and then let it turn into a smile.

"I guess you are used to such compliments." He said and she smiled.

"I'm sorry I'm late, my friends thought I didn't look good enough in the dress I intended to wear."

"Your friends know where you were coming to? and why?"

"Well... they think I'm going on a date." She lied knowing how weird it sounded that they knew.

"They did a good job, I don't know what you intended to wear before this, but I'm sure you would still look as beautiful."

She didn't say anything more, she just stood there fumbling with her fingers, trying to control her nervousness. He came closer to her. Standing directly in front of her, she noticed how much he was taller than her.

"Are we about to...." She wanted to ask with her head down, she didn't want to ask that while looking at him but he lifted her jaw to face him.

"What?" He asked her, caressing her cheek with his left hand.

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"You have blue eyes." He noticed.

She looked down to avoid his dark eyes, she wouldn't say so, but she found them scary. She just didn't know how much they were filled with hunger.

"Are you going to..." She was about to ask again but he cut her shut with his answer.

"No." He said making her look back up at him with surprise.

"No?" He had this smirk when she asked, he went closer to her, leaned in like he was going to kiss her but placed his lips next to her ears, with both his hands on her slender neck, while he still played with her cheeks.

"I don't make love. I fuck. I fuck hard." He whispered in her ears with his magnetic voice, it sent shivers through her.

He looked back at her to get a reaction from her. She licked her lips, she wiped off her lip gloss in the elevator, just because she wasn't comfortable but now they were a little dry so she licked them but he found it seducing of her.

He took her purse from her and kept it on the table in between the two sofas. He took off her earrings, walked over to the bedside table, and kept them beside his watch and a ring.

Coming back to where she stood, he caressed her shoulder, with his hands slowly sliding down the thin strap holding her dress, it stopped at her elbow and he began to kiss her right arm, he got back to her shoulder and she stopped him.

"Are you married?" She asked worriedly. She was going against her grandmother breaking her virginity this way but she would never have sex with a married man or one in a relationship.

He chortled for a short while before stopping when he noticed she wasn't also laughing.

"No, I'm not." He replied her smiling.

"The ring." She was standing far from the table where the ring was and couldn't tell what kind of ring it was but she had to be sure

"My father's ring, mine now." He stopped smiling. " You don't know who I am, do you?"

"I don't, you don't know who I am either, I'm just being careful."

He smiled again.

"There's nothing wrong with that." He stated.

He wasn't married, everyone in city S knew that but she didn't. Now he knew she wasn't from this City, because if she was, she would know who she was about to have a one-night stand with.

All she knew was that his name was Ben and that he was twenty-nine years old, she didn't even know what he looked like before she came to the hotel. He expected her to be surprised when he turned the light on and when she saw who it was.

"Can I see it?" She requested.

"Really?" She nodded. He got the ring and showed it to her. She took it, looking at it now, it was obvious it wasn't a wedding ring. It had an inscription on it; B L. She gave it back to him.

"Can I fuck you now?" He asked standing as close as he was to her before with the tip of his nose touching her forehead.

"Don't use fuck, I'd rather you call it sex." She said, feeling his warm breath on her forehead.

"Why? It sounds too vulgar?" He asked again but she didn't say anything. "You know, maybe I should make love to you." He came to her right ear, kissing it. He heard her hum a little with pleasure.

He caressed her cheekbone slowly with his thumb, tracing it down to her lips. He admired them as he played with them using his thumb, he rubbed them slowly like he was putting lipstick on them.

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A/N

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