Ava’s POV

I stared at the drink the bartender had given me and frowned a little. This was not how I had envisaged this night going. In an ideal reality, I would be a little buzzed by now; and there would be a hot man next to me asking me if I wanted to go home with him.

I definitely did not expect to take one sip of the drink I had gotten and not like it. To be honest, it was a bit of a blow on my fragile ego that no one had approached me so far. I had done everything that would make the contrary happen though! Makeup? Done to perfection. Short form fitting dress? Check. Killer fuck-me heels? Strapped to my feet. I didn't look out of place. I was dressed like everyone else. Maybe there was something else. Maybe inexperienced was written on my face.

I sighed and looked down at my drink then up at the bartender. He looked like he did not want to be here. Maybe that's why he had tried to end my life when I had asked him for a drink recommendation. If this was how alcohol tasted like, I did not want it. Dying was not part of list of bad decisions.

"Lost?" I heard a voice ask next to me. I had to admit that it was a beautiful voice. Deep and the vibrations were pleasant. However, the word lost just made me think of how out of place I was.

"Definitely feels like it," I said sadly, sighing. I did not bother to look up at them. I did not need another reminder that I did not belong in this place.

I had just wanted to let loose for once in my life. I did not want to be the stuffy virgin who had never gotten drunk in her life. I was tired of doing the right thing. I just needed to become someone completely different for just this night; I needed to break out of my shell.

I had always done everything right. I had straight As, I had graduated high school with a perfect GPA and college was a breeze as well (not in the sense that it was easy, just in the sense that I didn't fail—actually I passed spectacularly). I had found a job that I really enjoyed but all this, studies and now work, had taken a toll on my social life.

I had never had a boyfriend; I had never had anyone touch me inappropriately and I had never had anyone sneaking out of their house and defying their parents just to see me (not that I wanted any of that). However, I was tired. I was tired of being that stereotypical good girl. I wanted fun. I needed fun. It was apparently the first thing in my life that didn't want to go right.

"You sure look like it," the voice drawled. I shook a little, jolting out of my reverie. I decided to look up at the person who was so intent on taunting me and who had taken me so rudely out of my thoughts. When I lay my eyes on him, I wished I had looked up sooner.

He was breathtaking. There was no other word for it. He looked like the type of man you would hear your mother tell you to stay away from, but the one you secretly wanted; the type that the girls threw their panties at. He looked like he had never had to lift a finger to get the attention he wanted. Even in the dim light at the bar, his striking features were visible.

"I already know that. I don't need more reminders," I said honestly, and then I sighed and took another sip of my drink. I grimaced and kept it away. I wanted to have fun but not at the cost of my life and sanity.

"Don't like your drink?"

"Is it that obvious?" I was shocked the man was still talking to me. I was seeing countless of other "more eligible" women around me. I was not part of this crowd.

"Yes," he said bluntly. Then without asking for my opinion, he took the drink and took a sip out of it. He grimaced as well. "Were you trying to die? What the fuck are you drinking?"

I frowned a little. "It's what the bartender gave me," I defended myself.

"And you just took it?" His voice had gone a bit deeper, and his tone was reproving. I frowned.

"Hey look mister. I am not your kid. You can keep your voice down when you're talking to me," I said, rolling my eyes. Just who the heck did he think he was?

To my surprise, the man sitting next to me did not get offended. Instead, he laughed. It was a pleasant sound and it sent heat to my cheeks. I rubbed my cheeks and stared at him.

"I should get you a more appropriate drink," he mused. "Don't you think?" It was clear that asking me was just a formality. I flushed. After contemplating for a short while, I nodded. It was not going to do any harm. Besides, he was more experienced with all this. Maybe he was going to give me a better choice.

He flagged the bartender down and as he was ordering whatever, I turned my head away and watched the others. Some people were dancing on the dancefloor, and if I was being honest, no YouTube videos I had watched had prepared me for this.

There was a lot of…gyrating. It was intimate. It was almost like watching people have sex on the dance floor. I almost felt uncomfortable, but I swallowed and kept watching them. I wasn't sure I was ever going to do that, but it did not hurt to watch, right?

"You want to dance?" a voice asked in my ear and my eyes got wide. It was the same man. I shook my head vigorously at him, alarmed. Dancing was definitely not part of my list of bad decisions.

He laughed again. I did not know why he kept laughing. I wasn't particularly funny. I had not even said a word.

"Chill princess. I wasn't going to ask. I am not interested in that…kind of dancing." I frowned, a little confused. However, his gaze and the pause he had made before kind guided me and told me all I needed to know. I blushed and turned away.

"Your drink," he said, and passed a glass to me. I took it and as soon as I was about to drink, he held my hand.

"Have you never been to a bar before?" he asked incredulously. I frowned. Was there some sort of ritual I had to do or chant I had to recite before drinking?

"Why do you ask?"

"Jesus, don't you fucking know not to drink what a stranger gives you? I could have fucking drugged it," his expression was somewhat hilarious. Not in the ha-ha you're so funny way. In the why are you looking so serious way.

I was kind of scared to laugh at him though. I mean he looked intimidating. He had broad shoulders and when he looked at you, it was almost like you were glued to the spot and you couldn't move, not even if Jesus himself appeared in front of you. Also, the tattoos, no matter how they looked attractive under the dim bar lights, were not helping the intimidation matter.

"Did you drug it?" I asked, raising a brow at him.

"I didn't," was his response. I frowned at him.

"Then what's the issue?"

"Have you never heard of safety rules? How not to get picked up and raped or killed?" he asked. I swallowed when I saw the look on his face. I was tempted to tell him I was new to this kind of scene.

But he had just come here. And he was attractive. So I didn't want to scare him away.

"Maybe I have," I said vaguely, "But I probably didn't give much stock to them."

The man stared at me for a while, and I fought the urge to start fidgeting and turn away. His gaze was like steel, depending on whatever he was talking about. I almost thought he was going to get up and leave to one of the more desirable women. But he didn't. He drawled out a response.

"Rule number one, always watch your drink, especially when you're getting it from a stranger."

I was kind of thankful but this dad behavior was not going to cut it. I mean, I was attracted to the man. And him acting like I was some kid? It irked the heck out of me. I rolled my eyes again. His daddy behavior was getting annoying. "Okay, dad," I said, putting an emphasis on the dad.

The man smirked and leaned in. "If you want to call me anything, call me Daddy."

I blushed, averting my eyes. "I'll pass," I mumbled quietly. The man was attractive. And I was actually surprised to realize that I was attracted to him. I could see the beginning of chest hair where his shirt was open and his laugh for one of the sexiest things I had ever heard. But I wasn't about to tell a total stranger that I was attracted to him. Not without some alcohol in my system.

So I drank. This drink was actually better than the other one I had had. It was sweet and I couldn't feel the alcohol. So I took another sip. And another. Then another.

"Hey, slow down princess. We don't want you drunk, yeah?" he said then he took the drink away from me. I pouted a little, but I didn't say anything.

"So what do you want me to do since you took my drink away?" I asked, leaning towards him. I already felt some kind of buzz. Was this the feeling that people had described? The one that was supposed to come over you after you drank alcohol?

"I could think of a lot of things," he flirted (I think).

"Oh? Like what?" The alcohol was definitely making me bold. This wasn't a question I would have asked if I wasn't under the influence of anything. Sober me was boring.

"I show much better than I tell." His voice was husky and I flushed. The heat levels were climbing.

Okay, I was naive and all, but I knew that his words were an invite. It was up to me to say yes or no. I perused him. I definitely wanted to say yes. Besides, he was attractive. If I wasn't going to get drunk, I could add losing my virginity to a hot man to my list of bad decisions. Lawd knows it needed to be filled up.

"Show me then," I said boldly. The man smirked then left his seat. He was tall and I knew that he was going to tower over me.

"Want me to show you in private?" The smirk was still on his face. I hesitated then nodded. Tonight was the night I took risks.

He sent out his hand and I put mine in his. I got out of my seat and my suspicions were confirmed. He towered over me. I looked up at him and he led me towards the exit.

I swallowed and prayed to all the gods of debauchery, hoping that I was not being led to the slaughter by some serial killer or a murderer who did it for kicks. He led me to what I presume was his car and I got in.

"Before we go anywhere," I started when he got into the car, "What's your name? Your full name?"

I fully expected him to laugh. I mean, who gave their name to a one-night stand. Nobody if all the articles and confessions online were to be believed. Also, I needed it if something happened to me tonight. I was being an idiot by going to his apartment with him. But at least he would be identified if something happened to me, that is if I survived this night.

So I was shocked when, after a slight pause, he answered.

"Logan. Logan Sanders."

I knew in that instant that the name would forever be engraved on my mind. I didn't know why. But I just had that feeling.

The buzz was going away. I was getting terrified. Not of the man—Logan. Even without that pleasant alcoholic haze, he was attractive. But I was scared of the whole situation. Was I actually going to have sex with a total stranger? Was I going to risk getting killed simply because I wanted to fill up my list of bad decisions?

We had reached what I assumed was his apartment. I took Logan's hand after he opened my door for me. I took in a deep breath and followed him into his apartment. As soon as we got in, he pressed my back against my chest and lifted my face.

We hadn't turned on any lights. But the moonlight was bright enough that night for us to see each other's features clearly. His attractive face and his captivating eyes were angled towards me. I looked up at him, my breath a little shallow. I wondered how he saw me. I wondered if he saw beyond the makeup and noticed the mousy nerdy girl who was hiding behind something she was not.

"You're trembling," Logan whispered softly. I lifted my hands and noticed that, indeed, they were trembling. Before I could say anything, he took one of my hands into his and kissed the palm.

I moaned a little, surprised at the sensation. Was it that I was so inexperienced that one little touch like that was already arousing me? He did same to my other hand. But he didn't leave it at that. Logan tongue kissed my palm, and his scratchy tongue against my skin quickened my breath.

He smirked when he looked at my face. I guess he could see my already dilating pupils. "Are you scared of me?" Logan asked.

I swallowed to wet my dry throat. "N-no." My response was meant to be bold and fearless. But the stutter took everything away from it.

Logan chuckled. "I think you're scared. But you're trying to hide it. Such a brave girl you are." He whispered the last part then he placed a kiss on my exposed collarbone. I gasped.

"I'm not scared," I managed to let out with stuttering.

Logan smirked. "You're not?"

I shook my head, pretending a courage that I didn't feel. The alcohol buzz had worn off long ago. If I was still here, it was out of my own volition. And no matter how scared I was, I wasn't going to tell him so.

"I plan to do a whole lot of things to you, princess. And trust me, you'll like everything I do to you."

I didn't have the chance to respond because as soon as he uttered those words, he kissed me. As soon as he placed his lips against mine, I opened my mouth involuntarily, and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth.

Logan took his time exploring my mouth. I followed his lead and mimicked his motion, a large pool of heat settling in my lower belly. I had never felt like this before. These sensations…the ones taking over me, they were foreign ones.

I moaned as he sucked on my bottom lip, then bit it slightly, giving the pleasure a tinge of slight pain. "You taste so good," Logan rasped, taking my lip and sucking it, then trailing his kisses down to my neck. I threw my head back and let him kiss his way to my collarbone.

Then he sucked on a spot on my neck. I let out a loud gasp at the feeling that coursed through my body. "Do that again," I whispered shakily, shocked at how brazen I was behaving.

"Your wish is my command princess," Logan said. I felt like he was mocking me, but before I could make a sense out of his words, he sucked on that spot again.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders to keep my balance. Logan on the other hand continued his exploration. He kissed my neck, then moved to my collarbone, placing small kisses all over my chest. Then to my surprise, he lifted his head.

I looked at him in confusion before feeling his hand on my zipper. "Can I?" he asked. I nodded wordlessly. Logan slipped zipper down slowly then pulled dress down to expose my bra-clad breasts. He pulled down the bra.

"My God you have such beautiful tits," he said, almost as if he were venerating them.

My chest was heaving, and I looked down at the obscene sight of him holding my generous breasts in his hands. Logan bent his dark head and took my nipple into his mouth. I gasped and immediately arched my back. He sucked on it, then when he bit it, it sent jolts straight to my…pussy.

"Logan," I moaned. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple, making me gasp and arch as he pleasured me.

"You're so responsive," he whispered, then bit one of my nipples, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the door.

The only sound you could hear in the room was my loud breathing. "Come," Logan said and stretched his hand out. I took it and he led me upstairs.

I didn't have time to look around. As soon as we got into the room, his lips were on mine once again. I touched him tentatively, putting hands on his broad chest, touching the small skin that was exposed.

"Don't be shy," he said. "Touch me."

I swallowed and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His chest was every bit as impressive as I had thought, and even more. I sucked in a deep breath. I touched a finger to his nipple, and he let out a little groan. I looked up at him, then took my finger into my mouth and touched the nipple again. Logan shuddered.

I leaned down and took his nipple into my mouth, and he lifted my head suddenly. I frowned sadly. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked quietly.

"You're doing everything too right." I blushed. "Let's get this off you," he murmured, then he unzipped my dress completely. I stepped out of it and stood there just in my bra and panties. I should have felt self-conscious (which I did to some extent), but the whole arousal thing was taking care of my inhibitions. All I wanted was for Logan to touch me, with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue.

"It's not fair that I'm half naked and you're still fully clothed."

Logan smirked at me. Before I had the time to react, he was already stripping, pulling off his shirt, shoes and pants in record time. My mouth went dry when I took a good look at him. His tattoos didn't limit themselves to his big and muscular arms. He had a few on his chest as well as some scars. For some strange reason, I felt like stroking all of them and kissing them.

I didn't have the time to act out my fantasies though. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. This kiss was different. It was harder, much more passionate that the others and it left me panting. I was going to ruin my panties.

"Are you wet?" Logan asked and I nodded breathlessly. "Let me check" he said, and I moaned at his tone. It made me want to do anything he wanted, alongside the smirk I was already finding myself getting used to.

Logan carried me to the bed and dropped me on it gently. Then he removed my bra and threw it away. I was waiting for his next move with bated breath. He trailed his finger around my nipple, never touching it, making me quiver and whimper in anticipation.

"Please," I whispered, very low but high enough for him to hear.

"Please what, princess?" he asked, and I sighed and frowned. He knew what he was doing.

"Please put your mouth on me. Touch me all over. Please!" I had to exclaim the last one, I saw the side of Logan's mouth lift up.

"Your wish is my command, princess," he said then kissed my chest. Logan placed small kisses all over my breasts, avoiding my nipples and concentrating on everything else but them. He started kissing my stomach, laving my navel with attention, dipping his talented tongue and licking it.

"Logan please…" I whimpered not even knowing what exactly I was begging for.

He didn't say anything in response to my whimper, just continued kissing me the long of my body. When he reached my mound, my waist almost left the bed. Logan took all his time playing with me. He didn't touch my clit or my pussy lips, just went straight for my inner thighs and started teasing me.

His tongue would go close to my pussy and then he'd bite my inner thigh. He was keeping me on edge. I honestly wasn't sure that I liked that. After teasing me for a while, Logan placed a soft kiss on my clit.

I moaned and arched my hips, begging him to do more. And more he did. He licked my nub of pleasure then bit a little.

"Logan oh my godddd…" I trailed out, closing my eyes and arching my hips, giving him maximum access.

He continued playing with my clit, then slid his fingers in between my pussy lips and started rubbing, making sure to tease my hole as well. Logan slipped a finger into my already wet crevice, thrusting rhythmically and slowly. I held on to the sheets and arched my back even more, screaming as some kind of unknown pressure kept building up. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. I bucked my hips a couple of times before settling down.

When I opened my eyes, Logan was staring down at me. "What just happened?" I whispered. For some reason, I couldn't use my voice fully.

"You came."

He didn't give me time or anything. He just pulled me to him and kissed me. It was a sloppy kiss, then he said, "Taste yourself on me. You taste so good, princess."

I moaned into the kiss. There was some kind of forbidden element about kissing a man who had just given me head that I loved, and I couldn't stop myself from enjoying the kiss.

I felt his fingers at my entrance, rubbing and teasing. My breath grew shallow, and I pulled away from the kiss, burying my head into his broad chest. "Oh my God," I breathed out when Logan slid one, then two and three fingers into my hole.

There was some painful element to it. I had never had anything in me. But the pain came along with pleasure, a whole lot of pleasure I couldn't stop myself from feeling as he thrusted the fingers in and out of my wet hole. The squelchy sounds coming from my hole were making me even more wet.

"You're dripping," he whispered in my ear and his deep voice was enough to send me over the edge again.

"So responsive," I heard as my orgasm receded.

He made a move to leave me, and I held on to him. "Let me go get a condom," he explained, and I blushed then let go of him. I watched as Logan went into the bathroom. After about five minutes, he came out, looking defeated.

"No condom," he said. I bit my lip and watched as he checked in his wallet. Just to come up with nothing.

"I'm on the pill," I blurted out, blushing as Logan turned his eyes on me.

"You're what?" he asked, as if to be sure.

"I'm on the pill. And I'm clean," I mumbled.

He watched me for a while then he walked towards me and shed his boxers. Logan got into bed and dragged me to him, kissing me. Then all of a sudden, my back was on the bed and my legs were spread wide open.

I swallowed. I knew that this part would most likely hurt since this was my first time, but I hoped that the lubrication from the two orgasms I had had would be enough.

Logan positioned himself at my entrance, the feeling of his dick on my hole making me even more wet. Both of us were letting out shallow breaths. Then he slid in me. I closed my eyes and held my breath at the foreign sensation. Logan kept sliding into me, and I bit my lip so as not to let the whimper of pain escape.

He was big and I was a virgin. The pain was normal.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, then he gave one last thrust and slid all of him into my pussy.

He stayed for a while, letting me adjust. "Can I move now?" he asked. I nodded after taking a deep breath.

He started slowly, but with each thrust the pain became a myth. "Oh fuck," Logan grunted. Oh fuck was right. This felt so good.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, still sliding in and out of me. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails deep into them as he thrust in and out of me.

I couldn't say anything but let out deep breaths and the occasional moan, as my mouth had dropped open from the pleasure. Logan increased his tempo, taking my legs and putting them on his shoulder so he could thrust even deeper.

"Logan!" I screamed, closing my eyes and clenching the sheets.

"Shit," I heard, but I was too consumed by my own pleasure to notice anything. He kept thrusting, then he rubbed my clit, following the rhythm of his thrusts. I lost the battle against control at that moment, and I screamed, closing my eyes and clenching my pussy walls as I came on his member.

When I came back to it, Logan was slumped on me. Then he slipped out of me and dragged me into him. We stayed there for a while, just holding each other then he carried me to the bathroom so we could clean ourselves.

"You were a virgin," he said quietly. I nodded. Logan looked at me with something indecipherable in his eyes. Then he washed the both of us and carried me back to bed.

I slept off with his arms wrapped around me and his legs entangled up in him. In that moment, nothing mattered, there were no consequences to our actions. Just peaceful post orgasmic bliss and sleep, an unbeatable feeling.