A one night-stand.

Chapter 3.

Aurora's POV.

Still in his arms, I felt…small. He was solid, his chest broad against me, and even through the shirt, I could feel the strength in his arms. Before I could think, the words slipped out, barely a whisper.

"Will youthful me?" I muttered into his ear.

That's when my hand bumped into something. It wasn't skin. Cold, smooth…metal. I glanced down, and my stomach dropped. A wheelchair. I looked up at his face. God, he really was handsome. Strong jaw, dark hair curling back...

Oh my god. I hadn’t even checked before I’d opened my mouth. I was in shock. I just wanted this to work

He seemed to sense my sudden shift, the embarrassment radiating off me. His grip tightened for a second, and he leaned closer, his breath warm on my ear.

"If you…satisfy me," he rasped, his voice low and husky, "I'll pay you well."

I looked into his eyes. They were intense, serious. It wasn't really about the money, It was about…desperation. Escape.

"Yes," I blurted out before I could overthink it.

He released me, and I stepped back, suddenly feeling awkward.

He called out to someone. I hadn't even noticed the guy standing discreetly in the shadows. "Take me out of here."

The assistant — I guessed that's who he was – he moved instantly, already pushing the wheelchair. I followed, not even bothering to text Rachel. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? I was doing it for us.

The drive was a blur. I kept glancing at him, trying to process everything. What was a man in a wheelchair doing in a place like that club? But I pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter.

We reached a hotel. The hotel was huge, all gleaming lights and polished surfaces. The assistant expertly maneuvered him out of the car and into the hotel, pushing the wheelchair like he was escorting royalty.

We stopped outside a door. The assistant swiped a card, the lock clicked, and he bowed slightly to the man. Then, he was gone.

The man rolled himself into the room. I hesitated for only a moment. As I walked away, the door closed behind me with a firm bang.

I took in the luxury room for only a second before he spoke,

"I expect nothing less than the best, or forget about getting paid a cent!"

"A shiver ran down my spine. This was it. My first time. My very first time. And with a stranger… in a wheelchair. A wave of unease washed over me, a mix of fear and something else I couldn't quite name.

"Come closer," his voice cut through the silence. It was a command, laced with… something. It made me feel small, like a kid being told what to do. Almost without thinking, I obeyed. My legs felt heavy as I walked towards him, stopping just in front of his chair.

He looked up at me, his eyes held a fierce intensity. "Take off your dress."

Another order. My heart hammered against my ribs. Was this really happening? I hesitated for a split second, then reached behind me, fumbling with the zipper. The dress slid down, pooling at my feet. The air felt suddenly cool against my skin.

Suddenly, his hands were on me. He gripped my waist, his fingers surprisingly strong. A jolt went through me as he moved his hands up, the tips of his fingertips brushing against my stomach, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. Then he was at my bra, and with a sharp tug, he ripped it open. The suddenness of it made me gasp.

My breasts spilled out, falling forward, almost touching his face. I braced myself for… something. Disgust? Surprise? But his expression remained unreadable. Then his hands were on me again, cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. He squeezed, harder than I expected.

A strange sensation bloomed in my chest, radiating outwards. It was…intense. My breath hitched. It almost hurt, but… it also felt… good. Really good. A confusing mix of pleasure and shock flooded through me. I'd never felt anything like it before. Never.

I moaned softly as his hands squeezed my nipples, a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort swirling within me. "Um... um..."

His hand then moved to my hip, pulling me forward until I was kneeling. Through the fabric of his pants, I could feel his erection, swollen and hard. It happened so fast – suddenly, he was right there, and I felt his hands move through my hair, gathering it tightly in his palm.

"Suck it," he said, his voice low and husky. With his other hand, he unzipped his trousers, and then he was pushing me forward, his cock filling my mouth, going down my throat. I gagged, trying to adjust, trying to breathe.

His breath grew heavier, and low moans escaped his lips. He used his hand on the back of my head, gently guiding me, encouraging me to take more of him.

"Fuck, fuck... fuck... you're doing well... oh shit..." His moans were louder now as I sucked, and I felt a strange sense of power, mixed with a growing unease. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away.

He used his hand to spread my legs slightly, adjusting my position so I was almost standing on my toes. I gasped as his finger slid inside me, parting my underwear to the side. He thrust deeper, one finger, then two, moving faster and faster. I cried out, a mix of desire and a sharp, unfamiliar pain. It was almost too much. "Ahhhhh, fuck!" I was so wet, everything felt slippery and raw.

He moaned softly, his grip tightening on my hips. My legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Sit on my cock... and fuck me, girl," he breathed, the command ringing in my ears.

This was it. This was what he wanted.

I positioned myself, spreading my legs wide and gripping the handles of is wheelchair for balance. He rubbed against me, teasing, making me wetter, until I was sure he could slip inside my pu**y. But it felt so big, impossibly big, like it would tear me apart.

He tried to push in, but it was too tight. He tried again, and again.

"Are you a virgin?" he muttered against my ear.

I stuttered, the word catching in my throat. "Yes," I whispered.

He rubbed me again, more urgently now, and then he pushed, hard. This time, he broke through. All of his hardness was inside me, stretching me, tearing me.

I screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed in the room.

"Oh my... Fuck fuck!" He immediately covered my mouth with his hand, silencing me. A shiver ran through my body. This was it. My first time, my first cock, buried deep inside my virgin pussy.

"Now go up and down on me..." he muttered.

I began to move, sliding on his cock, bouncing up and down. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, my fingers clumsy with nerves. He watched me, his eyes intense, hungry. He kissed me, his mouth moving from my lips down to my neck, and I moaned, a sound that surprised even me. I instinctively grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts, holding them there as I continued to move, finding a rhythm, bouncing faster and faster.

"Harder, harder, oh fuck... I'm so close!" he moaned, his voice ragged. He sucked on one of my nipples, his hand squeezing the other, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. My legs started to tremble even harder.

Suddenly, he groaned, a long, guttural sound, as he exploded inside me. We both reached climax at the same time, a wave of intense pleasure washing over me. I collapsed against him, my eyes fluttering closed, exhausted and overwhelmed.

*****

Without thinking, I scrambled for my clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands. Each movement was deliberate, slow, trying to be silent. I didn't want to wake him. I didn't want to... what? Talk? Explain? There was nothing to explain.

I slipped out the door, and practically threw myself into the first cab I saw. I didn't even know his name. He probably didn't know mine.

Finally, I was home. My hand was on the doorknob when I heard them. Voices, sharp and clear, drifting from the living room. My father, step-sister, and step-mother.

"...Aurora will marry that old man," my step-mother said, her voice edged with a smug satisfaction. "The wedding has been fixed."

The doorknob suddenly felt slippery, unreachable. My hand went numb.

A sudden marriage? To an old man? The words lodged in my throat, heavy and suffocating.