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Sansa blinked her eyes open groggily, being met with unwavering darkness. It was still night then. She smacked her lips softly, her mouth was painfully dry and her head had started to pound. Her ears were ringing and the room felt like it was slightly spinning around. But Sansa could not be bothered with her flourishing hangover.
Under normal circumstances, she would be mortified. Oberyn Martell was a drunken lush in his own right but he was still the Chief Legal Officer for the Martell Group. Getting absolutely trashed as she must have been last night was highly inappropriate. She could barely remember anything that happened after their second round of drinks. Well, second for her. She was as lightweight as they came so the other two were on their fourth. Gods, she hoped she hoped she hadn’t embarrassed herself too much in front of them last night.
As the Chief Marketing Officer for Stark Industries, Sansa actually had no business even going on this trip, meant to finalize some legal blather. But her father had been worried that Oberyn Martell’s silver-tongue and lowbrow interests would not meld well with their own foul-tempered CLO.
Thus, Sansa had been sent along to babysit the pair and make sure everyone behaved. And here she lay, an utter failure, soaked in the debauchery of last night where she had gotten drunk enough that she could barely remember the evening at all. Oh, but what she did remember… Her skin chilled as snippets of pure bliss flashed behind her eyes. She lifted her body up, unsticking herself from the sheets, but was stopped short by the large heavy body pinning her to the mattress.
Somehow, somewhere, sometime last night, Sansa had met a man. She couldn’t recall his name or face, or even how she met him. The night was a blur. A warm, fuzzy blur. Something so brash and scandalous should appall her but Sansa couldn’t bring herself to care, because the memories that had taken hold in her mind made all of it melt away.
The sex had been transcendent, something she’d never felt before. Sansa knew her previous boyfriends weren’t up to snuff, being the whiny, wormy, weasel variety they were. But she never imagined something like this could exist. That she could lose herself in it that much. At some point, Sansa was certain her soul had left her body and she was no longer a person, just a figure of flesh so entangled in another that she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
She ran her hands softly along his back, skimming the raised lines that she had etched with her nails at some point during the night. He was definitely big, she could barely wrap her arms around him. Sansa closed her eyes, trying to remember him. The club Oberyn had dragged them to after dinner had been very upscale. Sansa remembered seeing a number of professional athletes. Perhaps he was one of them?
He began to stir in response to her petting, letting out a throaty groan laced with sleep. He stretched his back from side to side until it popped, his skin rubbing against hers. Sansa felt her breathing quicken as his warm breath swirled around her ear. Her nipples brushed against his chest, hardening into sensitive peaks as he stretched the sleep out of his body.
Sansa continued working down the path of his back, teasingly groping him in hopes he would soon return the favor. There was another groan, this one flavored with pleasure. He kissed the junction at her neck and shoulder, sucking her skin into his mouth. The spot was already sore from his attentions during their previous bout but all it did was make Sansa more sensitive to the wet heat of his tongue against her skin.
He moved onto her clavicle before settling on one of her breasts, a hand coming up and enveloping the other one. Sansa squirmed, feeling the heat radiating off her face as her nipples were assaulted by the rough pad of his thumb and the scrape of his teeth. Desire crept down her stomach and she bucked upward, trapping one of his thighs between her own and rubbing herself along his leg in a bid for relief.
He let out a noise caught between a growl and a groan, between frustration and satisfaction. He didn’t relent, instead, he pushed her further into the mattress so his body was encasing her own. Sansa felt his cock on the inside of her thigh, flush against her skin. The wetness leaking from him caused another wave of arousal to crash down on her. She whimpered, throwing her head back deep into the pillow beneath her. Her hair was plastered to her skin with sweat, her scalp itchy and hot from the feverish state she was in. She moved her thigh between his legs, stroking his hard length with her knee.
He pulled away from her abruptly and it was as if the teasingly sensual bubble they were encased in had popped. A duet of harsh breathing filled the room and Sansa felt the early morning air nip at her bare body. As quickly as he pulled away, he gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, and then lifted her up onto her knees. Sansa clutched her legs together, his manhandling of her increasing her arousal.
She could hear herself nearly pant in anticipation when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. She tried to move backward so she could impale herself on him but his hands gripped the small of her waist, stilling her. He squeezed her middle until his thumbs met, causing a euphoric discomfort that had Sansa mewling into a pillow.
She paused when he slid his cock along her lips, every muscle tensed. He slid against her clit before pulling back and beginning a slow, controlled rhythm. It quickly drove Sansa mad, her pleas for more jumbled out incoherently and she desperately jerked her hips in hopes of slipping him inside of her.
He was just as entranced. Sansa couldn’t hear her own breathing over his anymore and she could feel his thighs tremble when they met hers with every thrust against her. His length was hot, burning through her core. With an especially hard press against her clit, Sansa cried out and felt her arms collapse beneath her. She could feel the wetness between her thighs and achingly throbbed with the need for release.
He propped her back up until she was sitting on his lap, her legs spread over his, one arm caging her against his abdomen, the other palming her breast. Sansa moaned loudly as he pumped into her, finally getting her fill of him. Her hands tightly gripped the forearm clamped across her stomach and she turned her head into his chest, nuzzling and lapping at his salty skin.
Her pleasure steadily built, pulsing throughout her body until she could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips. He seemed to get stiffer with every push into her, holding her so tightly it was hard to breathe. She felt the first wisps of her climax smoke through her but it was cut short by him changing his rhythm, pumping into her in long, slower thrusts. She let out a short whine of frustration as the feeling ebbed away and tried to wriggle out of his grasp in an effort to ride him so she could finish, but his grip was solid.
He continued to pound into her at this new tempo, giving Sansa a maddening pulse of pleasure when he was fully inside of her, and then taking it away. Half distracted by the man’s audacity to draw this out and deny her orgasm, she didn’t notice he had spread her thighs as far apart as they would go until he parted her lips and pressed his fingers to her exposed clit. He swirled them in a circular motion as he began to move in and out of her at a quicker pace. Sansa cried out as her climax finally found her, her muscles tensing tightly. He found his pleasure shortly after, spilling into her as her orgasm pulsed around his cock.
Sansa’s body softened, she felt as if she could sleep for a thousand years. She patted his arm and he let her crumple back into the bed with him following. He wrapped himself around her and she snuggled into his warmth. His hands softly stroked her thigh and she peppered his shoulders and chest with kisses. Part of Sansa thought it was crazy to share this kind of intimacy with someone she didn’t even know, the other part of her didn’t care. This was technically her first one-night stand so she didn’t know the proper etiquette, but being held in his strong arms felt so good she didn’t care.
They stayed there for some time, intertwined, cooling down from the intensity of their coupling. Sansa wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing the right side of his face, meeting his lips, and moving on to the left side. Her brows pulled together when her lips met a rough, bumpy texture. Bringing her hand up to his face she traced from the top of his scalp down to his throat, all the while a sick feeling coiled up in her stomach.
She froze.
He felt her freeze.
“Get off of me. Get off of me, right now. ”