Another Man

The mission had gone as smoothly as one could expect when dealing with the criminal underground. There was always a level of danger, but I'd gotten used to it. A few broken bones, a few dead bodies, and one more job crossed off my list.

I was supposed to feel a sense of satisfaction, the rush of success. But all I felt was... hollow.

Every time I closed my eyes, Kirk's face appeared - his cold eyes, his possessive touch. I hated how much I wanted him, how much his touch still lingered on my skin.

I needed to forget him.

As I left the debriefing, I tried to push the thoughts of Kirk aside. The only thing I could focus on was the warm feeling of relief that washed over me now that the mission was behind me. I stepped out into the cool night air, breathing in deeply, trying to clear my mind.

That's when I saw him.

A man. Tall, with dark hair and a smile that could light up the darkest corner of the world. He was leaning against a sleek black car, his eyes fixed on me as I walked toward him. His gaze was confident, assured - the kind of man who knew he got what he wanted.

"Nice job tonight," he said as I drew closer, his voice deep and smooth. "I saw you in action."

I didn't remember seeing him during the mission, but there was no denying the attraction. He was ruggedly handsome, with a charm that made my pulse skip just a little faster.

"Thanks," I said, keeping my tone neutral. "I don't usually let people watch me work."

He chuckled, the sound rich and easy. "I'm not just watching. I'm interested."

That made me stop. The air between us shifted, thick with a different kind of tension. My heart beat a little faster, and for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. The desire to forget Kirk, to move on, to find something else, something easier, was pulling at me.

"I could use a drink," I said, breaking the silence. I didn't want to think about Kirk anymore. I didn't want to feel the ache that gnawed at me every time I thought about him.

The guy smiled. "I know a place. You could use something stronger than a drink, though, don't you think?"

I hesitated, but only for a second. My mind raced, and I found myself nodding, making the decision I thought I should make. The idea of escaping the memories of Kirk, of indulging in something new, was tempting.

I followed him to the car, the drive to the hotel almost too quick. His presence beside me in the car was intoxicating, and as we reached the hotel, the nerves that had been building in my stomach seemed to settle, replaced by an unfamiliar excitement.

We ate in the dimly lit corner of the hotel restaurant, our conversation flowing easily, the attraction between us undeniable.

There was no talk of missions, no mention of work. It was just two people, living in the moment, and for once, I didn't feel like I was pretending.

When dinner ended, we walked up to his hotel room. I told myself it was just a drink, just a moment to forget everything that had happened. But when the door closed behind us, I knew this wasn't just about a drink.

He reached for me, his hands brushing mine, his eyes filled with something dark and magnetic.

"You're different," he said, his voice low. "I can tell you've been through hell. But that's not why you're here, is it?"

I didn't answer him right away. I wanted to say I was just looking for a distraction, that this was nothing. But in that moment, the desire for release, the need to forget Kirk, was stronger than anything else.

I nodded, and before I could stop myself, I found myself kissing him. His lips were warm and inviting, his kiss deep and urgent.

I tried to pull away, but he pulled me closer, his hands sliding up my back, pressing me against him.

"Don't fight it," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with need. "Let go, let me help you forget."

I wanted to pull away, to tell him no. But the ache in me - the longing to be touched, to feel something other than the weight of Kirk's absence, was too strong.

My hands moved to his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath his shirt as I kissed him back, my body reacting to him in a way I couldn't explain.

His hands moved lower, sliding under my shirt, touching my nipple, exploring me. The desire was overwhelming.

I wanted to forget. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't belong to Kirk. I wanted to feel something other than the ghost of his touch.

"Touch me" he whispered.

He undressed in front of me. I went down on my knees, and his big cock sprang in front of me, its tip touched my nose.

"Oh-" he moaned from it.

I kissed the tip of his hard cock.

"Yes-" He groaned.

The taste of him lingered, thick and bitter, coating my mouth, but I forced myself to keep moving.

With that, I sucked him.

"Fuck" He moaned, his hips moving to meet her open mouth and swirling tongue.

My movements were slow, deliberate.

"Hmmm" I let out a moaned as I suck his cock and swirl my tongue around its thickness.

His hand rested on the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair.

I sucked him deeper, harder, and faster.

"Fuck, I'm coming" he moaned, almost going insane.

"Yes, Fuckkk" With that, he came and let out his cum in the white bedsheet.

He pushed me in the bed, and as he was rubbing his cock in my fold, something inside me snapped. I pulled back sharply, my breath coming in quick bursts.

"No," I said, my voice shaky. "I can't..."

The man looked at me, his expression softening, but the lust in his eyes remained. He gripped my hands, but I immediately head bang him. He hissed, and sat in the bed while touching his head, while blood is running from it.

I stepped away from him, my mind racing. I didn't want this. I didn't want to be with him - not like this. Not while I was still haunted by the memories of Kirk.

I stood there, wearing nothing but the thin nightgown he had provided, trying to steady my breathing.

I could feel the heat of my body, the sensation of his touch still lingering on my skin, but I knew I had to leave.

The elevator doors slid open, and my eyes widened in shock. There, standing before her, was Kirk, his lips wrapped around the breast of another woman.

The woman's head was tilted back, her eyes closed in pleasure as Kirk suckled her nipple with an intensity that made my stomach churn.

The woman's moans filled the small space, a stark contrast to the silence that had enveloped my world.