When the fresh air hit us and I felt a little light-headed, I knew I was drunker than I initially proclaimed. Markus too, by the looks of his staggering steps and half-lidded eyes; and there was certainly nothing sober about the grin that stretched across his mouth.

This was the first time I'd ever followed a guy I didn't know home. The experience had my body thrumming with nerves. Markus' arm wrapped tightly around my waist and directed us just down the street to where a relatively new apartment complex stood. We'd barely walked for longer than two minutes when he paused momentarily, his grip around me tightening enough to send my stomach fluttering before digging out the keys that were hiding in the depths of his jeans pocket.

Having not completely abandoned all sense of survival instincts, I sent Sarah a pin for my location and a message on Facebook.

Her response was immediate. I ignored Sarah's lewd emoji use, stifling my amusement rather quickly once Markus had unlocked the door to his building, eagerly leading me behind him with a tight hold on my hand.

Not long after, the two of us were grappling clumsily to undress, not even making it to the bedroom as we collapsed on his sofa. We discarded our t-shirts, and his hands knotted in my hair as mine travelled the long path from his shoulders south. My fingertips glided across the smooth skin, lightly tracing the trail of hair that lead into his underwear, enjoying the sound of his groans as his tongue swiped across my lips before darting inside my mouth and dominating the kiss.

His skin felt so hot against mine as he held me to him, his fingers digging into the flesh of my arse. Pressed impossibly close, I struggled to undo his belt between us, hands shaking as his mouth greedily claimed my neck. I knew without a doubt how experienced Markus was if the confidence he was exhuming was anything to go by. This was far better than any other of my other experiences with men, and I could barely contain myself as the two of us moaned and groaned our appreciation of each other.

We hadn't even done anything yet and already I'd drenched my underwear.

From above me, Markus leaned back, providing enough space between us to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. I was impatient as I shoved the black material down his hips, palming his hard length over the fabric of his underwear. His hips thrust forward instinctively when I gripped him firmly, a guttural moan tumbling from his throat.

"Fuck," he grunted against my neck, nipping at the tender flesh there. I felt his hand on my chest, squeezing me through my thin bralette, thumb grazing my erect nipple.

"Take your bra off," he commanded, rising to his knees and pulling me with him so I could wind my hands behind my back and unclasp the bra. I flung the lacy material away from us, vaguely aware of it landing across the coffee table, but my attention focussed more on the way Markus was watching me.

His eyes lazily roved across my upper body, a sinful grin curving across his mouth. There was something so predatory in the way he admired me, like he couldn't possibly wait to consume me whole. When he bent forward, hot breath blowing across my breast for a second before his tongue swiped the sensitive nub, I gasped. My hand found its way to his hair, holding his head to me as he took my nipple into his mouth, teasing it.

His hand found its way to my arse again, gripping it tightly as he pulled my hips to align with his, and I suddenly remembered that I was still in my jeans. I needed to take them off. Right now. Before I exploded.

He helped me pull them down my leg, zealously undressing me until I was only in my underwear, just like him. Then he pressed against me again, grinding his hips into mine and hitting my clit perfectly.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked breathlessly. Please, please have one. I'd die from all this pent up frustration otherwise.

His glazed eyes met mine and the sight of him, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, had something in me throbbing. Markus nodded, stumbling to his feet and walking off into a room I presumed was a bedroom or bathroom. I couldn't help myself from following him with my eyes, admiring his thick thighs and toned back, but mostly staring at his arse in his black boxers.

There was no way he didn't squat; not with an arse like that.

As soon as Markus had returned, my attention was entirely on him once again, my eyes tracking his languid path back to the sofa. It was unreasonable for a man to be so attractive, and I was certain that beer goggles were to blame. He wasn't the typical trimmed down, athletic guy that I'd often seen on campus in one of the university sports hoodies, with their sharp cut, defined abs and slim waists. Stripped down to his underwear, I had a clear view of his body; he was broad shouldered and muscular in a way that reminded me of a professional rugby player; built, but with a healthy layer of fat. As a result, his thighs were thick, and his arse was most definitely not flat.

Now that I had an unobstructed view of his chest, I could see his tattoos properly, the ones that had peaked out from the collar of his t-shirt and ran the entire length of his arms. There were a lot of them; he'd covered most of his chest, shoulders and arms in everything from thorns, skulls and other gothic things. What I was sure was the wings of a black feathered bird covered most of his chest. The designs were, to my surprise, fantastic, and if I hadn't been so damn horny and drunk, I might have taken a minute to examine them all in more detail.

As he approached, I toyed with the band of my underwear, slowly dragging the black lace down my thighs while holding eye contact with him. Rolling his lower lip between his teeth, his gaze dropped and his eyes attentively followed the movement of my hands.

"Fucking hell," he breathed, joining me on the sofa once again, reaching for me. His knees dipped into the faux leather as he knelt over me, a purple foiled condom wrapper in one hand as he grazed my stomach. I quickly and impatiently pushed him into a sitting position, and then I was straddling him. "You're so fucking hot."

"I know," I said cockily, with a grin. "You're not so bad yourself."

"You're shit at giving compliments though," he teased with a grin, his mouth finding its place on my neck, leaving soft kisses up the delicate skin. "You're gorgeous, stunning, absolutely breath-taking."

"Shut up." I pulled his face to mine, kissing him hard.

"What, you're suddenly shy?" He laughed against my mouth. "You don't like being told how fit you are?"

"You're too much," I groaned. "Stop it."

I didn't even know this man - this strong, overwhelming man - and here he was showering me with enough compliments for my ego to never recover.

He laughed again as his mouth grazed my jaw, his breath teasing the place just below my ear, as one hand curved loosely around my throat and the other cupped my arse, drawing out a moan from me.

"This okay? You like that?" he said, his voice thick with lust, bringing his face so close to mine that there was only an inch of space between our lips. I could only nod, feeling as if my entire body was trembling beneath his touch.

My fingers delved into his hair, holding the back of his head as our mouths met once again. The kiss was impatient and messy, and I pressed myself tightly against him, abundantly aware of his prominent erection bulging against his underwear between us.

With one hand still on my throat, I felt his other hand press against me, the tips of his fingers grazing my clit. I exhaled softly against his mouth; the sound shifting into a quiet whimper as his pressure increased, the tempo slow and steady.

I rocked my hips against him, eager to chase after the oncoming orgasm that teetered closer with every beat. Two fingers entered me while his thumb continued to tease my clit.

"Fuck... Please," I moaned, as Markus' fingers thrust into me again and again, pulling away from the kiss and burying my face in the crook of his neck. He pulled my head back, gripping my jaw to angle my face towards him. My wide eyes met his as he continued to finger me.

"Eyes on me."

Shit, this was way too intimate for a one-night stand.

But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop, not as I was so close to the edge. I held onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into the muscle as my core tightened and my breaths shortened into small gasps.

So close.

My hips continued to rock against his hand. He thrust harder, his thumb still brushing my clit with every movement, until finally I came, shuddering against his hands, moaning his name.

I was on my back before the last of my orgasm had ebbed away, Markus hovering over me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me, once again holding the foiled condom packet.

"Pretty damn sure," I assured him. "So, hurry up and fuck me."

"Yes, Ma'am," he laughed, leaning down to kiss me once again with a force that would leave my lips swollen.

He tore the corner of the condom wrapper with his teeth, with an eagerness that had me throbbing in anticipation. Though I had already come, there was not a part of me that felt satiated, and I knew I wouldn't until I'd had my fill of him - if that was even possible.

I watched as he rolled the condom down his impressive length, rendered silent as I waited with bated breath for what was to come next. He aligned himself with me, his tip brushing against my still sensitive clit in the process and successfully drawing a pained sounding whimper from me.

"You okay?" he uttered, eyes meeting mine. There was something wild in his gaze, and I knew without a doubt that he was just as eager for this as I was. To stop now would be madness. I slid an arm across his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck, and pulled his mouth back to mine. With the movement, I felt him pressing into me; it was a slow, teasing pressure that was surely meant to torture me with how long it took for him to enter me completely.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered. I was so incredibly sensitive right now, and the feeling of him inside me, stretching me, was almost too much.

Markus withdrew from me at that same torturously slow pace, but when he thrust forward once again, there was nothing slow or delicate about it. His mouth left mine, and the sounds of our laboured breaths and bodies moving against one another filled the room.

My mouth pressed to the space where his neck and shoulders met, as he rocked above me, the taste of his skin, his sweat on my tongue. My hands gripped at his muscular back, pulling him into me as my hips lifted to meet his with an urgency behind every movement.

Markus groaned, the sound vibrating against the curve of my ear. His chest pressed into mine, his body curved around me, encompassing me. We couldn't move as quickly in this position, but he reached deep enough to hit the perfect spot inside of me that had me trembling in his arms.

"Oh, oh," I gasped, holding onto him so tightly I was sure I would break him. "Don't stop."

Markus arched away from me, leaning back without missing a beat. Though only a dim lamp illuminated the room, I could see him clearly; his skin flushed and sweaty, his hair dishevelled, his lips swollen. It was a heavenly sight, having Markus above me, hips thrusting against mine, chest rising steadily with each laboured breath, expression twisted into pleasure. He kept his steady, punishing pace, power behind every thrust, as his fingers found my clit once again.

I cried out against the added pleasure, so overwhelmed I was sure that tears would fall any second now. This was too much for me. Too much.

"Don't stop," I moaned, my words almost slurring together. "Don't stop, don't stop..."

"Come," Markus commanded from above me in a grunt, punctuating it with a deep thrust, his eyes ablaze. "That's it. Fuck. Come for me."

My back arched, and no sounds escaped from my parted lips as I clenched and throbbed around him, everything in me tensing as my orgasm racked through me. Markus didn't falter. His thumb still pressed against my clit, his hips still thrusting against me, dragging out my orgasm for as long as possible until I was sure I couldn't take any more.

Moments later, Markus grunted again, falling against me, body tensed, his hips jerked once, twice, until he pressed as far into me as possible.

"Fucking hell," I breathed, finally able to speak again after a minute of post orgasmic bliss. Markus shuddered against me, a laugh tumbling from his chest.

[I hate writing sex scenes so if this was shit, I don't want to know. This took me literal months to write because I kept putting it off]

[Merry Christmas to those of you that celebrate, this smutty chapter is my present to you all]