Destiny's Kiss

I called in a favor from an old friend, and got the hook up for a place to buy some of my demise.

“Because heroin is a higher priced drug, you might have to…uh…do some stuff to get it. He asked that I send him a picture of you—I did, and he said you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.”
“Okay, so let me get this straight. I have to fuck this guy to get him to give me the heroin?”
“Uh…yeah…”
Well, at least I’ll have one last fuck before I go. “Okay, if that’s the way it has to be, I’m down.”

He texted me the address, and I was on my way.
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I put my car in park and sulked up to the huge building. I was wearing this. I assessed what I was wearing in one of the glass windows as I walked inside. I had dressed fancy; after all, it was going to be the last chance I would get to impress someone. I looked sophisticated as fuck. This guy lives in a nice fucking apartment building. He must be making bank.

I made my way inside, through the nice lobby, and to the elevators. I pushed the button for: Floor 10. There was a beep and the elevator started its ascend.

The elevator doors flew open and I stepped out into the hallway. There were only two doors ahead. Holy shit, he lives in a penthouse. Damn…

I shakily made the venture down the short hallway to the double doors. I knocked on it the way my friend had instructed me to. A tall man in a black suite opened the door. He looked to be in his late twenties; he appeared very muscular under the suit. He had tousled blonde hair, and the facial structure of a male model. He smiled at me and gestured for me to come inside.

“You must be Adele. It's very nice to meet you.” He spoke with a New York accent. For a moment, his beautiful blue eyes met with mine as he brought my hand up to his lips and softly kissed it. I had used a fake name, just to be safe.

“And you are?” I put on the confident act for one last time.
“I’m Nickolas. Shall we get started?” He led me into his huge and very nicely decorated bedroom.
“Uh, yeah. How much am I going to get out of this?”
“As much as you need, baby.” He bit his lip and looked my body up and down. I walked over to a chair and set my bag down. I smirked a bit, strutting over to where he was standing, wide eyed. Mmm, I am going to have fun with this. I bit my lip at the thought; biting one of my lip rings. I must admit, the man was very handsome. I was going to enjoy the last fling I would ever have.

Nickolas swiftly pulled me into his arms—one strong arm snaking around my waist. He cupped my chin with his free hand, and brought my lips up to meet his. Mmm, he’s a good kisser. I am so going to enjoy this. The kiss turned heated, and after a few minutes we were passionately making out. He pulled away and walked out of the bedroom. He soon returned with a bottle of champagne, and two glasses.

He set the glasses on an end table that sat by the chair I had put my purse in. He popped the cork of the champagne bottle and smoothly filled up the glasses. Heroin and a nice bottle of champagne-- what a way to go. Nickolas walked over to me and handed me the clear glass. I quickly sipped it down and handed him back the empty glass. He took a big drink of his, returned the glasses to the table, and pranced back over to me. I must admit, I was beginning to enjoy his presence.

He pulled our bodies close together and began kissing up and down my neck. Uhhh, that feels so good. It made my heart start to beat faster when his lips met the tops of my breasts that my dress didn’t cover. He trailed his lips all the way back up to meet my lips. Once again, we were passionately making out.

With lips still locked, he guided me over to his bed. He pulled his suit jacket off, throwing it on the ground, kicked his shoes off, and with his hands on the small of my back; he laid me softly down of the bed. He pulled his lips apart from mine and ran his hands down my body, all the way to my left foot. He kissed down my leg as he sat on the edge of the bed, holding my smooth leg. He slowly took my shoe off then thrust it onto the ground. He did the same to the other leg, and then began kissing me once again.

While I laid on the bed, him leaning over me, I pulled him on top of me. Our kissing becoming more heated then before and I could feel his length hardening in his pants. He rolled to beside me and pulled me on top of him. His hands started slowly roaming all over my body. I found myself craving his touch, and loving every second of it.

His hands found their way to my breast, gently squeezing them. Nickolas found my dress zipper and slowly unzipped it. The back of my dress fell open, and I could feel the cool air around me. I brought my knees around his waist so that I was straddling him—I then slowly shimmied out of the top part of my dress, his gaze glued to my body the whole time.

I brought my lips back down to meet his longing ones, and we kissed more. I climbed off of him, then off the bed so that I was standing. I wiggled my hips side to side as I slowly and teasingly pushed the red fabric down my hips. The dress fell to the floor; I stepped out of it and crawled on the bed back to him. I was only in my underwear now.

I started straddling him again, and his length was now begging to be free of his pants. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me so close to him that there was no space left between us. He cupped my face and brought it up to his. More kissing ensued, while I found my hands unbuttoning his white shirt. Once I had undone all the buttons, I pushed it open, running my hands over his muscular chest. I was leaning down and kissing him while I brought my hand down to the bump his rock hard length had formed in his pants. He softly moaned against my lips as I gently rubbed it.

I dragged my lips away from his so he could finish taking his shirt off. He pulled his arms out of the white shirt and threw it onto the ground by my dress. He pulled me back down on top of him, and brought his lips to meet mine again. His hands slid up my back to the clasp of my bra. Soon enough it was unhooked and being flung to lay by the other articles of clothing. The cool blast of air made my nipples hard. Nickolas brought his mouth up to meet my nipple, bringing his mouth over it and caressing it with his tongue. He did the same to the other one, while cupping my other breast with his hand. He flipped us over so he was on top of me again, and soon his hands found the top of my thin, lace thong underwear. He gently slid them down off and down my legs before he threw them to the floor.

He began kissing down my breasts, then down my stomach, until he had made his way down to the top of my pink. I spread my legs open, signaling him to continue the journey. He accepted, and began swirling his tongue over my clit. I softly moaned; the tingling feeling I had was becoming stronger and stronger.

“Mmm, yeah baby.” I quietly moaned, taking handfuls of the sheets.

He slid his tongue over my entrance before sliding a long finger inside me. The sensation made me lean my head back in pleasure. He added another finger before pumping them in and out. Uhhhhhh muuuu gooosssshhh. That feels so good. Ohhhh.

“Uhhhh.” I moaned, clutching the sheets tighter.

He pulled his fingers out of me, bringing himself back up to where he was leaning over me. I ran my fingers down his back, slightly digging my nails in and leaving claw marks down his back. He moaned at the action and pulled my lips up to his. As we were kissing, I slid my hands down to his pants button. I unbuttoned, and then unzipped them swiftly. He rolled off and to beside me, quickly pushing his pants off his hips and down his legs. He threw them off the bed and pulled my naked body on top of him. He held me like I was a goddess; so gently and meaningful. I felt like I had known him for years, but it’ll only been a matter of minutes.

We began kissing again; I bit his bottom lip gently. I could feel his erection pushing against my bare vagina. I trailed kisses down his neck, softly biting once or twice. I climbed off of him, rolling onto my back on the satin sheets once again. He pulled his boxers off, letting his large erection spring free. He rolled onto his side, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling a small, foil package from it. He ripped the foil package open and swiftly rolled the condom onto his length.

He rolled onto his back again, pulling me on top of him. We engaged in heated kissing again, our naked bodies tight against each other. I put my knees around him so I was straddling him. Hovering over his erection, I lined my entrance up with it. I dropped my hips down, and his hard erection slid into my vagina. Moving my hips forward and back, moans escaped him. I picked the pace up, moving forward and back faster. His length felt so good in me, it made soft moans grace my lips.

“Oh…god. You’re so good at this.” He moaned, leaning his head back in pleasure.

He flipped us over so that he was on top, pushing his hard length into me again. He thrust his hips against mine harder and harder with every time. In and out, in and out; he pumped away, and all concepts I had of time were lost. It felt so good; I could feel my climax coming. Uhh…yeah. Right there. Mmm, that feels sooo good.

“Uhhh…yeah baby. Right there.” I moaned. A few more thrusts and the tingling sensation that was building in me exploded, causing me to let out a series of moans.

Me climaxing made Nickolas thrust harder and faster; men always feel a sense of accomplishment and cockiness when they get a female to orgasm. He started moaning and breathing heavy-- a moment later he had reached his climax. Suspended over me, his muscles contracted and his face got the look of pure ecstasy that comes with orgasm, on it. He then, toppled over next to me.

We were lying there, breathing heavy and trying to regain our breath. He kissed me one last time before getting up and walking into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. He returned a moment later, still naked, but with the condom gone. My eyes traveled around his body. He walked back over to the bed, and fell back onto the satin sheets. He pulled the top sheet over us and pulled me into his arms. I was lying on top of his muscular body, staring into his marvelous blue orbs, and he staring back into mine. He pushed his soft lips against mine before he reached up, turning the bed side lamp off. Guess that means he wants me to stay.

The curtains were slightly open, so the city lights shined in, illuminating the room a bit. His eyes started to slowly shut, and as I was lying on top of him, still out of breath, I found my eyes getting heavy too. I was pretty exhausted from the experience. So I snuggled my head onto his chest, and fell fast asleep—his strong arms wrapped around my waist.

Notes

So...this chapter was slightly awkco-taco to write, but I think I did a pretty good job :3 I'm sorry if if it got kinda weird...sex is weird. lol I totally pulled this chapter out of nowhere xD Crystal pretty much whored herself out for some drugs-- how lovely, right? Is she still going to commit suicide when he gives her the drugs? What's going to happen with her and Nickolas? Is she ever going to see Ashley and Andy again? YOU SHALL FIND OUT SOON :D dun dun dun...