On fire

Everything I have written is purely fictional, means no harm, and is a work of fiction only. I don't own/know/wish to insult Gerard Butler and have the utmost respect for him. I just can't help being kinky...excusez moi

No money is earned by writing the story and it's all done in the name of satisfying fun. Please stay away if you are under 18 or a very tender soul.

Chapter One - fire of the night

He made his way through the half-dark and swanky interior of the North London club, a few male friends by his side, the whole group joking and laughing animatedly. His white teeth were showing in what seemed a sincere smile that easily reached his eyes. The fitted shirt he wore was partly unbuttoned, showing just the right amount of toned torso and he drew more than one interested glance from the crowd. Although he was well aware of the attention he received, he gave away no sign of this knowledge.

Girls let eyes wander all over his body appraisingly as soon as they caught a glimpse of the tall and handsome figure that had entered their territory and while some immediately and resignedly decided that he was out of their league, others came to the opposite conclusion. These self-assuredness was in most cases alcohol induced or greatly enhanced by it, but anyway...who cared on a Saturday night in London, time when hardly anyone wanted to head home alone at the end of the evening.

The group of males went straight over to the bar and ordered a round of drinks, which was the sign for the boldest of the pack of girls to swagger over to the bar and pretend to order drinks for themselves with a calculated hope that in the end their drink was taken care of by one of the newcomers. A pair of fashionably dressed, pretty girls made it to the bar first and giggled while throwing meaningful glances at the group of guys, waiting for the sure to come attention.

Like expected their exertion remained not unnoticed as one of the men rewarded the two with a grin and raised his glass in their direction as soon as he got hold of it. He nudged his friend who had attracted so much attention on entrance and nodded towards the two girls who sported the brightest smiles they could muster.

After exchanging a few words with his friend, both motioned the girls over to join them. The lasses in turn threw each other a quick excited, victorious glance before they sashayed towards the men. After a short introduction the handsome stranger lost no time in ordering cocktails for the two girls, who had oh so often experienced that prettiness was seldom left unrewarded by men.

Were envy and dissapointment tangible, the air would have been thick with it as other girls angrily and mourned their combined lost chances, but London nights never linger long on one moment. They rapidly turn and laugh you in the face if you hesitate too long instead of seizing the new chance that all of a sudden opens up.

The handsome guy received an icy cold glass with a cocktail that seemed to glow blood red and on which little drops of condensation-water formed. He handed it over to the girl he had decided was more to his like. Whereas his eager friend obviously tried to start a conversation with the other other, he only smiled at his girl and waited until she had taken a sip of her drink. Only then did he bend over, introduced himself and asked for her name in exchange, which she readily gave to him.

Only a few sips later and without hesitation he asked her to dance, which was a not an easy task in the loud surroundings, that were quite obviously not intended for normal exchange of spoken language. As he decided to speak directly into her ear, he brushed her earlobe with his lips and smelled the warm spicy scent that could only be perfume mixed with the scent of her body and with it came a first faint feeling of desire that lingered hopeful in his lower body, spinning there in slow circles.

Their eyes met in understanding as she took his hand and all but dragged him towards the dance-floor. He could not help himself to let his eyes expertly wander over her body as he followed close behind. She was not only a pretty face, but also had curves in all the right places.

The DJ by now had resorted to a track which was a mixture between a mysteriously muffled bass and excited beats that made the dancing crowd move eagerly to its tantalising mix. When they had reached a spot he decided was to his like - neither too far on the outside nor in the immediate centre, he stopped her and with a controlled, strong motion spun her towards his body. She gave him a surprised look that quickly intermingled with satisfaction as he fixed her eyes with his own and pulled her closer.

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He had not planned the evening to progress this way, but come to think of it - he simply seemed unable to not be attracted to the amazing variety of women that crossed paths with him. And since an substantial amount of them were not shy in showing him that they were attracted to him in return, it seemed the only logical course of action that over time he had been waking up next to a substantial number of females.

But what many did not understand from pure observation of his actions, was that he differed considerably from men who deliberately went out to hunt down yet another woman for a quick fuck in a conscious and selfish act without any spare thought for the women. He both enjoyed and respected the company of females in general as well appreciated the various forms of beauty. But he was also enthralled by the attention and appreciation he received, just as he was well aware of his good looks.

It always seemed to be follow the same pattern: He crossed paths with an in his eyes fascinating, desirable woman and there was this fire that flamed up and consumed much of his ability for consideration, that left an empty space which quickly filled up with burning desire. A desire that dictated his moves...a desire to feel her mouth on his, a desire to feel her tongue play with his, an uncontrollable desire to feel her body against his and to be inside her.

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He shook his head in an effort to free himself from his thoughts. The song that had ensnared his senses faded into an even more organic, slowly throbbing beat which further encapsulated those who were already dancing and drew in the ones that stood unmoving on the fringes. He and watched her swing her hips in what seemed slow motion. As the music drew them further into its rhythm they instinctively edged closer to each other until he was sure to felt her body radiate heat, a heat that made the little hair all over his body stand on end as if they were metal drawn by a strong magnet.

A rush of sudden desire came unexpectedly and made him forget to breathe for a moment. He looked up from her belly where his gaze had been fixed and found her stare directly into his eyes. Her girly, flirty behaviour had made space for what he read as obvious lust. He put both his hands around her waist and took the display of blatant desire a step further by pulling her towards his body, so that the both of them were now seemingly inseparable moving with the seductive rhythm of the music.

He felt her smooth skin under his hands on the small of her back and let one of his hands trail downwards until he felt the thin, silky cloth of her skirt. The music changed yet again and she slowed her movements but at the same time turned around and thus increased the friction between their bodies.

When her bum pressed against him in unconcealed seduction, he sharply drew in a ragged breath as he realised that his body had decided to move from burning somewhere deep inside, to a raging desire that manifested itself in an erection which eagerly pressed into her body. He did not even attempt to hide his lust from her and pressed her harder against himself. She turned towards him again and put her hands on his back from where they wandered under his shirt, stroking the skin on his back.

Already did he feel an unwise want to get rid of all clothes that interfered with the pleasures he was all too ready for.