I hate Shakespeare and Gosling and cakes with white frosting
Two names in a heart-shaped tattoo
I think cupid is stupid and violets are purple not blue
I hate catching bouquets, the honeymoon phase
And letterman jackets don't fit
Your eyes can't hold stars and you'd die if your heart really skipped.

"That's right Kelsea. Preach it babe." I said out loud to myself as I turned up the volume on my phone and began singing along to the Kelsea Ballerini song. It perfectly summed up my mood about today. I had never thought of myself as jaded. Quite the opposite actually. The truth was, I was a hopeless romantic who loved hearts and flowers and had dreamed of happily ever after, but I guess it just wasn't in the cards for me, so for today, I would allow some of the bitterness to seep in.

I set down the flat iron I was holding and peered into the mirror next to me and frowned. I was really too old for this shit. I thought I would finally have a boyfriend for Valentine's Day. Thirty three years old, and every Valentines Day I spent alone. I thought this one would be different. I thought Derek would be different, but he was just another two timing loser like all the others. However, I was not staying home this Valentines Day. So what if I had to sit in a bar drinking all alone, I was not staying home.

I finished flat ironing my dark blonde hair and frowned at my reflection. Was that a grey hair? Ignoring every bit of advice warning against plucking grey hairs, I thought fuck it all and yanked it out. I stared critically at my reflection. Long blonde hair, green eyes, good skin. Not bad. My body didn't look half bad either. Perky tits, decent legs. Even I had to admit my ass was pretty damn good. I didn't look like a total disaster, so what the hell was so wrong with me that I could not keep a guy for more than a couple of months? They all told me I was beautiful, but was my personality so awful that they just couldn't stand to be around me?

Fuck all of them. Surely there was some guy out there who was spending Valentines Day alone. Someone who might like some company. Maybe a little more.

After finishing my hair and makeup, I stepped into the form fitting, off the shoulder red dress and matching heels. I was going out tonight by myself, but hopefully, I wouldn't be coming home alone.

While waiting for my Uber to arrive, I got a notification from Instagram. What an ass. Derek was showing off the little twit he had dumped me for. She barely looked legal, but he was wining and dining her in the photo he snapped in a very expensive restaurant. I had seriously been dumped for a much younger model.

I clicked on his profile and hit the unfollow button, something I should have done days ago. I didn't need anymore notifications from him showing off his new play toy. I just needed to get laid and put him out of my mind once and for all.

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The bars were crowded as I expected. I knew the Daytona 500 was this weekend. Even though I had never watched a single race, I had lived in the Daytona area long enough to know what kind of attention the big race drew, and I was feeling pretty confident that I could find just what I was looking for despite the fact that it was Valentine's Day.

I sat down, ordered a drink, looked around the crowded bar and groaned. This was not what I was hoping for. Yes there were plenty of guys, but pretty much the same middle age drunks with beer guts and poor hygiene. Maybe this was a bad idea. I should probably just cut my losses and go home to the real men in my life. Ben and Jerry. They had never let me down. Maybe some fudge brownie or Chunky Monkey would soothe my soul.

I sucked down the rest of my drink and took out my phone to call for an Uber, but the bar was so loud I couldn't hear anything. I picked up my purse to make my way outside, and as I was walking out the door, I collided with someone who was walking in. If he had not reached out to grab me, I would have landed right on my ass.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" His hand settled on my waist helping me regain my balance. I could feel the heat radiating from his palm. The eyes looking into my own were a beautiful ocean blue and he flashed a heart stopping smile.

"I'm fine. I should have been paying attention." I said, giving him a once over. He was young. Younger than me, probably mid twenties, but extremely attractive. He was wearing a racing T-shirt and hat, so he was probably here for the race.

"It's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going. Let me buy you a drink for nearly knocking you on your ass, unless you're leaving." His statement hung in the air. So what if he was young, he was hot and could be just what I needed.

"I'm not leaving. I was just going out to get some air, but I would love a drink." I flashed him my best smile.

We found a corner booth to sit, both of us sipping on whiskey. "What's your name?" He asked.

"Kori with a K." I replied.

"Nice to meet you Kori with a K, I'm Ryan with an R." He laughed, and it really was adorable. "Are you here for the race?"

I shook my head and wrinkled my nose. "I live in the area. I've never seen a race. It never interested me. A bunch of cars going around in circles, big crashes and a hundred thousand screaming rednecks. No thanks. Just not my thing. No offense if it's yours. I take it from the hat and shirt that you're here for the race."

"I am, but I understand if it's not your thing. I just can't help but wonder what a pretty girl like you is doing all alone in a bar on Valentine's Day."

This hot, young guy was seriously hitting on me.

"No Valentine for me. What about you?" I asked.

"None for me either. All of my friends are out with their girlfriends, so I came here for a drink. Didn't feel like sitting around by myself."

"I uh. I got dumped." I don't know why I was telling him this, I didn't even know him.

"You got dumped on Valentines Day?" He asked shocked.

"Well, a couple days before. Doesn't matter, he's a loser anyway. I've already been replaced."

"Well, for what it's worth, he's an idiot to dump a beautiful girl like you, and an even bigger idiot to do it right before Valentine's Day."

I could feel my cheeks heating up. They had to have been as red as my dress by now. His hand covered mine and he gave it a squeeze. Maybe this was why I told him my sad, pathetic little story. It never hurts to have someone stroke your ego when you've been knocked down and kicked in the head. Even better when it's a ridiculously hot younger guy doing the stroking. I couldn't ignore the way he was looking at me. He obviously found me attractive, and the feeling was mutual.

"I'm not crying over him that's for sure." I said, not wanting him to think I was sitting here heartbroken.

His hand had moved to rest on my bare thigh, and I found myself wishing he would move it higher.

"So what do you do Kori with a K?" He asked softly, his finger lazily drawing designs on my thigh.

"How about we not give away anymore personal information. We just go with the moment." I said moving closer to him.

"I can live with that." His voice had gotten raspier, and his hand moved just a little higher.

I placed my own hand on his thigh, very close to his groin. "Would you like to dance?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Sorry. I don't dance." He replied, and his hand inched just a little higher under the hem of my short dress. I was dying for him to touch me.

"What do you do then?" I asked next to his ear, as I pressed myself closer to him.

"Nope. We just agreed not to talk about ourselves." He reminded me.

"What should we talk about then?" I asked.

"Do we even have to talk?" His hand slid further up my thigh.

I shook my head and he leaned in close enough so that I could feel his cool breath on my face. I pressed my lips to his, softly at first, to gauge his reaction, and felt his fingers push my thong to the side and he brushed against my heat.

When I gasped from the suddenness of it, he took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. His lips slotted against mine and his tongue stroked and enticed mine. He nipped lightly at my bottom lip, then licked into my mouth.

Fuck he knew how to kiss too.

His fingers continued to stroke against my folds, then separated them, and rubbed against my clit.

"Fuck. You are so wet." He commented, his blue eyes had turned a shade darker.

I gasped again when his finger slipped
into me, and he slowly began moving it in and out, before adding a second finger. I placed my hand over his crotch and palmed the hard bulge beneath the denim.

He groaned when I tugged the zipper down, reached into the slit of his briefs and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He was thick. Heavy in my hand.

His fingers began working me faster, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out, although as drunk as everyone around us was, I doubt they would have noticed. I felt the familiar flutter of an impending orgasm, and could not believe I was sitting in the middle of a bar being finger fucked into oblivion by a very hot stranger.

"Cum on my fingers Kori with a K." He whispered in my ear in that raspy voice, and I lost it on the spot.

He kissed me through my orgasm, as my hand lazily worked him.

I shuddered one more time, then stilled, as I came down from my high, my breaths coming in shallow pants.

"That was fucking hot. You are even more beautiful when you cum." He said, slowly removing his fingers from me. He brought them to his lips and swirled his tongue around them before placing them in his mouth and sucking on them. "You're damn sweet too."

His actions had me even wetter. "You want to get out of here." I said breathlessly.

He zipped his pants back up, and helped me adjust my dress. "Absolutely." He stood up and extended his hand to me. I took it and he helped me out of the booth and I followed him to the door.

Before we reached the door, he turned around, grabbed me by the waist and kissed me, deeply. "Earlier, you asked me what I do when I said I don't dance. I like to fuck."

Instead of walking out of the door, I pulled him to the ladies room around the corner. It was empty, which did not surprise me. I had not seen any other women in the place. I did lock the door for good measure though.

Without hesitation, I went straight for the button and zipper on his jeans.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" He asked. I was a little surprised by his question, considering he had just finger fucked me in a corner booth.

"Right here. Right now." I replied, and before I could grab my purse and get the condoms I had stashed in there earlier, he was pulling one out of his wallet.

I watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock. He was long and thick, and I knew he would stretch me really good. I really wanted to get him in my mouth too. Maybe later. I could not wait.

He bent me over the counter as he stood behind me. He lifted up my dress and slid my soaked underwear to the side. "So fucking wet and ready." He murmured. I felt his latex covered tip tease my entrance as he rubbed it a few times along my slick slit. He then pushed into me, a brief twinge of pain then pure pleasure when he bottomed out. I was stretched wide open by him.

"Fuck Kori, you feel so fucking good. So tight." He pulled back then slid in again. His movements were slow and deliberate, and I knew he was allowing me to adjust to his size, but I needed more.

"You said you like to fuck, so fuck me hard Ryan." I pleaded.

He snapped his hips against my ass, and delicious pain and pleasure shot up my spine as he was driven deeply into me. He placed his hands on my hips and began moving me back and forth along his cock. Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the small restroom.

Oh my God this was so fucking good.

He set a relentless pace, fucking me hard and deep. With every stroke the tip of his cock brushed against my G-spot, and it had me spiraling, sprinting towards my release.

"Fuck Ryan. Fuck I'm about to cum." I sputtered. He placed a hand at the curve of my neck to give him more leverage as he pounded into me from behind.

My legs nearly gave out beneath me from the force of my orgasm, teetering on my high heels. He placed his hands back on my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he slid me back and forth along his cock coaxing another orgasm out of me, and prompting his as well.

"Holy fuck that was hot." Ryan said, as he pulled out of me. He held me up until my shaky legs were under control and helped me adjust my dress, then he disposed of the used condom.

"Extremely hot. Do you still want to get out of here?" I asked, handing him some napkins to clean up, and taking a few for myself.

"Hell yes." He replied.

We finished cleaning up and he led me out of the bar to a shiny black Mustang GT. Any other time, I would have been gushing over the car, but right now the only thing on my mind was getting him back to my place. Earlier, I had hoped I would not be going home alone, and I wasn't. What should I do with him first?

I gave him directions to my place, and within ten minutes, we had arrived at my apartment. I wasted no time getting him undressed. I had decided the first thing I wanted to do was get him in my mouth. I didn't know if I was going to be able to fit all of him in my mouth, but I was sure going to have fun trying.

I got his pants and underwear down, where he kicked them free, then led him to the bedroom, where I instructed him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Without a word, I sank to my knees and pushed his legs apart.

I was instantly drawn to the ink that covered his leg from thigh to below his knee. Fuck if it wasn't hot. The sexy man in front of me had become even sexier. Wondering if there was more where that came from, I stood up briefly and pulled his shirt over his head. To my delight, there were two more tattoos. A number ten on his chest, and a race car below it, along his rib cage. I touched the ten lightly, tracing it with my fingertips. I marveled at the way his skin broke out in goosebumps from my touch.

"You really are into this racing thing aren't you?" I asked.

"This is for my grandfather. He raced sprint cars, and this was his number." He explained.

The fact that he was so sentimental about his family made him even more attractive.

"I should probably tell you something about myself." He said.

I placed a finger over his lips, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"Are you married?" I asked.

He shook his head and laughed. "No."

"Are you a convicted felon? Rapist? Serial killer? On the run from the police?"

"He laughed again. "No. None of the above."

"Then we know everything we need to know. Tonight, we are just Kori and Ryan."

He seemed satisfied by by response, so I sank to my knees once again, between his legs. I wrapped my hand around his fully hard cock and began sliding my hand up and down his length. I watched as a drop of precum appeared, glistening on the tip.

With my eyes on his the entire time, I slowly licked him from base to tip, and watched him quiver in pleasure. I ran my tongue up and down a few more times, getting his cock nice and wet with my saliva.

I then focused on his crown, and the few more drops of precum that had now appeared. I wrapped my lips around the mushroom shaped head, taking it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tip, tasting the precum that had been taunting me.

He was delicious.

His breathing began to pick up, and his hand was now tangled in my hair as I pushed past my gag reflex, taking in as much of him as I could. My mouth was stretched wide open, wider than I ever thought possible, and I focused on shielding my teeth, as saliva pooled in the corners of my mouth and began to run down my chin. I felt him hit the back of my throat, and couldn't fight the urge to gag. I had never had a dick this size in my mouth before. It was an entirely new sensation.

Needing to take a breath, I slowly pulled back, my tongue swirling around his shaft. I swiped my tongue along the vein, then teased the ridge between the shaft and the crown, as he bucked his hips, his body writhing in pleasure.

"Fuck Kori. You are amazing." He murmured in that raspy voice.

I gazed at him from beneath my lashes, and the sight that greeted me had me instantly soaked. His eyes were hooded, his lips curled into a soft smile, then he released a sigh of pleasure.

I released him from my mouth, then ran my tongue along his sack, watching in delight as the skin along his sack tightened. I took his balls into my mouth, massaging each one of them with my tongue, and a string of curses escaped from his lips.

I released his balls, and ran my tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft, taking a few moments to tease the ridge again, before engulfing his crown into my mouth.

I needed him to cum. I needed to taste him. I pushed past my gag reflex again, and kept going. When he hit the back of my throat, I hummed, then began to apply more suction with my mouth, my cheeks hollowing out around him.

He had leaned back, and was resting on his elbows. His moans were making me wetter and wetter by the second. I began bobbing my head along his length, then alternating between licking and sucking, as his hips began bucking. Sensing he was close, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and began jerking him off.

His hips began bucking harder, and his breathing became heavier, and I applied more suction with my mouth. Soon, he was releasing streams of warm cum into my mouth. I relished the sweet and salty taste of him. I swallowed every bit, milking him dry until he went limp in my mouth.

"You are incredible." He panted, then reached out his hand, pulling me down on top of him.

His fingers were tangled in my hair, and he crashed his lips onto to mine, his tongue licking all the contours of my mouth.

"I need to see you. All of you." He said, pushing the hem of my dress up.

I sat up, and pulled the dress over my head, dropping it onto the floor, now in nothing but my soaked red thong.

His hand cupped my breast as he ran his thumb in a circle around my nipple. His fingertips then traced the rose tattoos on my hip, lower stomach and between my breasts.

"So fucking beautiful." He murmured, running his tongue along my breast, then taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. The actions sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. "Let me take care of you." He whispered, his cool breath making my nipple perk.

He rolled me over to my back. He hooked his fingers into the lace of my thong. I raised my hips, allowing him to slip them off of me, and he dropped them to the floor.

His fingertips again tracing the rose tattoo on my lower stomach.

"Someone likes roses." He commented with a slight chuckle before lowering his head and placing his lips over it.

"My middle name is Rose. No one ever gave me roses, so I had to get my own." I know that sounded pretty pathetic, but it was the truth. He had not even seen the ones on my back.

"You deserve roses everyday. Not just on Valentine's Day." He said softly. Ugh! Where has this man been my entire life.

Before I could come up with anything to say, his head was between my thighs. His tongue separated my folds, and licked a stripe up to my clit.

He wrapped his lips around my clit and began flicking it with his tongue.

He ran his finger along my slit. "You are so wet. Let me taste you."

His tongue plunged into my pussy lapping at my wetness.

"Holy fuck." I muttered under my breath. This guy knew exactly what he was doing, and he did it so well.

The obscene slurping sounds he was making turned me on even more. He licked me from hole to hole, as the wetness poured out of me. Fuck I needed him inside of me. Waves of intense pleasure shot up and down my spine. A quickening in the pit of my stomach. Heat building inside of my core. I was so close.

He plunged two fingers inside of me, curling them. "I need you to cum for me Kori." Then he attacked my clit again. His words set me off, and my orgasm washed over me, leaving me breathless and completely shattered.

When I came down from my peak, I saw his eyes glued to my face. "You are so fucking beautiful."

"Fuck me Ryan. Please." I begged. The bathroom quickie at the bar was not nearly enough for me. I needed so much more. I needed to feel his dick inside of me again, stretching me in the most fantastic way. "There's condoms in the drawer." I pointed to the nightstand.

He crawled over to the nightstand and removed one of the foil packets from the drawer. I waited impatiently, anticipating as he tore it open and rolled it onto his red, swollen cock.

Finally, he settled himself between my legs, sought out my entrance and slowly pushed himself in fully. Fuck yes. I felt so full, so completely stretched, and then he began to move.

I know the moans being released from my lips were lusty and sinful, and I was sure my neighbors could hear, but I did not give a fuck.

"God you feel so fucking good Ryan. So big and thick in my pussy." I murmured against his throat, and he threw his head back and moaned at my words.

"I love a girl who talks dirty." He drove into me harder, causing me to arch my back beneath him and my hips to grind against him.

His lips crashed onto mine, tongues battling for dominance, teeth clashing from the intensity. His hips pounding into mine. When my orgasm hit me, it hit me with a force I had never experienced before. My eyelids fluttered and my eyes rolled back into my head. The force of my trembling had completely overtaken me, and I was just along for the ride.

And what a ride it was.

His pace slowed down drastically, almost as if he were savoring the moment, not wanting it to end. I didn't want it to end either. I knew we would probably never see each other again, but this night would be burned into my brain forever. I had never met anyone like him before. I had never been fucked this amazingly before, and probably never would. He had totally ruined me for anyone else, but I was okay with that.

As he pushed slowly in and out of me, I realized just how incredible this slow pace felt. I could feel every inch of him inside of me. The way his crown brushed against my entrance, how his tip teased my G-spot with every thrust. I was teetering right on the edge of exploding. Everything tingled and quivered. My walls contracting around him. Every one of my senses electrified.

The tender kiss he placed upon my lips however was my undoing. This kiss lit my soul on fire. A feeling I had never previously felt before. I relished it, every second of it, until my inevitable explosion occurred, taking him along with me. The feeling of his warm seed filling the latex barrier between us set of a chain of mini explosions, leaving me breathless and completely sated.

When he pulled out of me, the feeling of emptiness was overpowering and I wanted to sob from the loss connection. I had no clue who this man was, but he was indeed special. Tonight was one of those once in a lifetime kind of things that only a few get to experience, and I was so glad I got to be lucky enough to get that opportunity. If Derek had not have dumped me. If I had not gone into that bar. If I had not bumped into him, I would most likely be sitting on my couch alone consuming my second pint of Ben and Jerry's.

His hand softly caressed the curve of my hip, lingering on one of my rose tattoos. We were both lost in the moment, not speaking, but words were not needed. I reached out to touch him as well, my hands memorizing every inch of him. The feel of his skin, the divots of his abs, the the curve of his ass. The way his body felt against mine. Especially the ocean blue eyes that looked directly into my soul. As if I could ever forget a thing.

He rolled me into my stomach, as his fingertips and then his lips burned a trail of fire down my spine. He traced and kissed every tattoo, as if he were memorizing my body as well. "So gorgeous." He murmured in appreciation. His touch leaving my skin burning. He murmured soft words into my ear, and continued light touches until I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. On the pillow next to me was a single, perfect, long stem red rose. Smiling, I picked it up, and inhaled the sweet scent.

I jumped out of bed, hoping he was still here, but he wasn't. My heart sank, until I looked around. On the counter was a bouquet of more long stemmed red roses. And a card.

Happy Valentines Day Kori with a K.
Thank you for an amazing night.
                                                 -Ryan

A/N: I have decided to turn this into a full fic. For more of this story, please see Racing Hearts.