So you had been watching him across the bar all night. Through the smoky haze, he stood out in his striped blazer and scarf. He was the kind of guy that was a chameleon, adapting to his surroundings, fitting in seamlessly wherever he goes. And he fit perfectly into this smoky, jazz blues bar, with the sounds of scatting and guitar and percussion the soundtrack of the night.

As the evening wears on, he keeps moving closer to you in such a way to not raise your ire but you notice, taking full advantage to walk by him as often as you could, touching your exposed neck and fabric of your dress. And before you know, he is beside you, staring straight ahead "Ready to get out of here?" He looks at you in the mirror above the bar, smirking. His voice like the smoothest of whiskey. He spins and fidgets with his pinky ring. You returned the smirk in the mirror. "Where would we go?"

He pulled you out of the bar and into a narrow alleyway, pushing you against the brick exterior, kissing you hard, his hands traveling up and down your body as if he is memorizing your form. He pulls back, still smirking, caging you against the building, panting. Dazed you say "I live two blocks away." He takes your hand and pulls you on the street and you lead the way to your apartment, heart racing.

With shaking hands, you get your door open and he pulls you in, again kissing you hard against the front door. "Bedroom." he commands in that whiskey smooth voice. "And lose the clothes along the way." In a swift motion, you pull off your dress and shimmying out of your panties. He licks his lips staring at you. You push the coat off, leaving it on your living room floor. You back up until you hit your bed, falling backwards. With a smirk, he continues to undress, staring at you with piercing, startling blue eyes. You gulped as you watch him play with his scarf, twisting it around his hands. "On your back, darling. Arms up."

Once you are in place, Tom crawls onto the bed, creaking under his weight. He straddles your hips and takes the scarf to restrain your arms above your head. "Now, that's better." He smiles. His hand runs down your side and the cool metal of his pinky ring hits your skin, causing you to gasp at his touch. "Sensitive? This will be fun."

He leans down to kiss and suck on your neck, his whiskers scratching the skin. You struggle against the scarf, desperate already to touch him. His hips press against you, pushing you into the mattress to stop you squirming. You can feel his hard cock against your inner thigh. He spends an ordinate amount of time working you up into a frenzy, leaving a few dark marks on you, teasing your nipples with his mouth and fingers. Each time the ring hits your skin, you gasp at the sensation.

Soon he is settled with his face near your pussy, legs pushed up on your shoulders, his brows raise. "I want you to be nice and loud, darling. Disturb your neighbors. And then he begins to eat you out. Your body arches as his tongue expertly licks against you. He teases your folds and your clit before sucking hard, causing you to cum, screaming into the night.

He looks at you with his face, glistening. "That's one." His fingers slip inside of you and you feel the ring moving along your most private area with each thrust, as he curls inside of you, hitting your g-spot, barely giving you time to come down from your first orgasm. His thumb swipes against your sensitive nub and before long you are cumming again, clenching tight around his fingers.

With a smirk he pulls his fingers out and puts them to your mouth. "Clean them, darling. Put that mouth to good use." As you suck your juices off his fingers he strokes himself a few times, and then pulls his fingers away. He grips your hips, lifting your body up and pushes into you with a swift steady thrust. He groans loudly, his voice rough with lust. "So warm, so tight. And all mine for the night."

His thrusts start off slow as he revels in how your body grips his cock tight. Tom chuckles darkly as his speed increases and soon his pace is brutal. Your apartment is filled with the sound of sex, grunting and your own whimpers and moans. "Oh god.... fuck me." you repeat as you can feel another orgasm approaching.

"Not yet, darling. You can hold out." He lifts your legs again onto his shoulders and his head throws back as he chases his own release. You bite your lip and begin to beg. "Please, please, please I... I... need to... PLEASE!!" He chuckles and kisses your ankle. "Cum for me, darling. Now." And as the words leave his lips, your body shakes and stiffens as you cum hard, squirting on your bed, soaking the sheets.

He soon follows, his own body stiff as a rod as he shoots his spend inside of you. His body glistening from the exertion. With panting breath, he collapses on top of you with a satisfied smile. He undoes the scarf, rubbing your wrists, giving them each a kiss, before pulling you against him, him being the big spoon. The ring touches the skin behind your ear as he pushes your hair away. "I shall have you again in the morning." And he gives one more kiss on your neck as the two of you drift off.