Chapter 27 : Wonderful Night and First Conquest Point
New York, Lower Manhattan, Greenwich Village – Alex's POV
The cool air outside the theater hit us like a soft wave, carrying the faint hum of the city at night — distant voices, the sound of traffic, the rhythmic pulse of New York that never really stops. The streetlights stretched long shadows across the pavement, and for a moment, I just watched Gwen beside me.
Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, her eyes shining with that same quiet tension that had followed her since dinner. She looked… breathtaking — like the night itself had decided to take form in front of me.
Neither of us spoke right away. Every brush of her arm against mine, every glance we exchanged, only tightened the invisible string between us.
"So," I said at last, my voice low, a hint of teasing slipping through as I slid my hands into my coat pockets. "What's next on the program? A little walk? Maybe grab a drink somewhere?"
She looked up at me, her lips parting just slightly — then she shook her head, almost too quickly.
"Hotel," she said. No hesitation. Just that one word, soft but full of intent.
I blinked once, studying her face — the faint tremor in her voice, the way her pupils widened when she said it. "Hotel, huh?" I murmured, letting a small smile curl at the corner of my lips. "You sure about that?"
Gwen bit her lip, the motion small but deliberate. "Yes," she whispered. "I don't… I don't want to wait anymore."
"Alright," I said, my tone gentle but laced with heat. "Let's go then."
We caught a cab a few blocks from the theater, the city lights sliding across the windows in streaks of gold and red. Gwen leaned slightly against me, her shoulder brushing mine — a touch small enough to feel accidental, but heavy with meaning.
Neither of us spoke; the silence carried more than words ever could. By the time the cab stopped in front of the hotel, her breathing had quickened, and our eyes met — a silent agreement passing between us.
Check-in blurred by in a haze of light and movement — the lobby's glow, the soft exchange of words, the brief brush of her fingers against mine. Then the elevator doors closed, and the world shrank to that small mirrored space where only our reflections existed.
Each floor climbed slower than the last. When the doors finally opened, we walked side by side down the quiet hallway. At the door, I slid the key card into the lock..
The hotel room door clicked shut behind us, the sound deadened by the thick carpet, and Gwen was on me before I could even flip the deadbolt. Her mouth crushed against mine, tasting of wine and that specific, sweet Gwen-ness that drove me fucking insane. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me toward the bed with a frantic energy I could feel vibrating through her entire body.
"Alex, fuck, I need you now," she breathed against my lips, her voice a husky plea that went straight to my cock.
I broke the kiss, holding her by her shoulders just to look at her. Her blonde hair was a mess from my hands already, her lips swollen and red. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged breaths, and I could see the hard points of her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her dress. God, she was perfect.
"I want to see you first," I murmured, my voice low. I slipped a finger under the strap of her dress and tugged it down her shoulder, following the path with my mouth. Her skin was hot, smelling of her perfume and pure, undiluted arousal. Fuck, she was already so wet for me. I could smell it.
She whimpered, her head falling back. "Please. Don't make me wait."
"I'm gonna make it so good for you," I promised, my words a hot whisper against her collarbone. I unzipped her dress slowly, letting the fabric pool at her feet. She stood there in just a pair of tiny black lace panties, her toned stomach quivering, her incredible tits bare and perfect. I palmed one, my thumb brushing over her nipple, and she gasped, her back arching.
"Alex…"
"Tell me what you want, Gwen." I pinched her nipple gently, and a shudder ran through her.
"I want your mouth on me. I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me until I can't think," she begged, her words tumbling out in a desperate rush.
That was all the invitation I needed. I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs, letting my gaze drink in the sight of her bare cunt, glistening and ready. I laid her back on the bed, her blonde hair fanning out on the dark comforter. I settled between her legs, spreading her open with my thumbs. She was so fucking beautiful, pink and wet and all for me.
I didn't tease her. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue finding her clit in one long, flat stroke.
"Oh, fuck! Yes!" she cried out, her hips bucking off the bed.
I fucked her with my tongue, licking and sucking, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still. The sounds she made were fucking pornographic, high-pitched moans and guttural pleas that filled the quiet room. I could feel her thighs starting to tremble around my head.
"I'm gonna come… Alex, I'm gonna come on your face!" she warned me, her voice tight.
"Do it," I growled against her, my tongue working her harder, faster.
Her whole body went rigid. A choked scream tore from her throat as her orgasm hit her, her cunt clenching around nothing, her juices coating my chin. I didn't let up, licking her through it, drawing every last shuddering spasm out of her until she was pushing my head away, oversensitive and gasping.
I crawled up her body, unbuckling my belt and shoving my pants and boxers down just enough to free my cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, and Gwen's eyes went wide with a mix of want and that familiar, delicious apprehension.
"It's so big," she whispered, reaching for it. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, her fingers not even meeting. She stroked me once, a slick slide of her palm that made my eyes roll back. "Fuck, I need it inside me. Please, Alex. Fill me up."
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds. She was so wet, but I was so much bigger. I pushed in just an inch, and she gasped, her cunt stretching to accommodate me.
"Ngh… oh god…" she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Look at me, Gwen," I commanded, and her blue eyes snapped open, locked on mine. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fill this tight little cunt with my cock until you come all over me again."
I thrust forward, burying myself inside her in one smooth, deep motion. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her nails digging into my arms. She was so fucking tight, a hot, wet vise gripping my entire length. I held still for a second, letting her adjust, feeling the incredible, pulsating warmth of her around me.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," I groaned, my forehead dropping to hers.
"Move… please, move," she begged, her hips making small, desperate circles.
I pulled out almost all the way, watching her face, before slamming back into her. The sound was wet and loud, a slap of skin on skin. I set a brutal pace from the start, fucking into her with deep, punishing strokes that made the bedframe knock against the wall. Each thrust punched a moan from her lungs.
"Yes! Right there! Don't stop! Fuck me!" she chanted, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me deeper.
I could feel my own orgasm building, a tight coil low in my stomach. "Gwen… I'm getting close. I'm gonna come."
Her eyes widened, a new kind of feverish intensity in them. "Do it. Come inside me, Alex. Please, I want to feel you fill me up. I'm on the pill, baby. Give it all to me."
Her permission, her begging, was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever heard. It shattered the last of my control. I drove into her one last time, hilting myself deep as my orgasm ripped through me. "Fuck! Gwen!" I shouted, my voice raw.
My cock pulsed inside her, jet after jet of hot cum flooding her cunt. I could feel it, each thick, heavy spurt, and I could see the ecstasy on her face as she felt it too. Her own second climax seized her, her inner muscles milking my cock, drawing every last drop from me. She cried out, a long, wordless wail of pleasure as her body convulsed underneath mine.
I collapsed on top of her, spent, my cock still buried deep inside her, still twitching, still pumping the last of my cum into her welcoming heat. I could feel it, a warm, wet pool inside her. We were both slick with sweat, breathing in ragged unison. The room smelled of sex and us.
After a moment, I softened and slipped out of her with a soft, wet sound. A trickle of my cum followed, leaking out onto her thigh and the sheets beneath her. I brushed my fingers through it, spreading it over her skin, marking her.
She shuddered at the touch, a lazy, sated smile on her face. "Mmmh… so much."
I leaned down, kissing her deeply, possessively. I could already feel a renewed stirring, a hungry energy coiling in my gut again. I broke the kiss, looking down at her, at my cum glistening on her skin.
"You think we're done?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.
Next morning, New York, Lower Manhattan, Greenwich Village – Alex's POV
Sunlight filtered gently through the thin curtains, casting pale streaks of gold across the room. The sheets were tangled, the air faintly warm. Gwen lay curled up against me, her breathing slow, peaceful. The morning light traced the outline of her shoulder, the curve of her back, the soft rise and fall of her chest.
She was still asleep, her hair a messy halo on the pillow, her face relaxed in the calm that comes only after a night full of pleasure.
I watched her for a long moment, a faint smile tugging at my lips. There was a quiet satisfaction in the stillness — the kind that made the chaos of everything else fade into the background.
Whatever the world outside held — the system, the powers, the impossible truth of who I really was — none of it mattered right now.
For this moment, it was just us.
And that was enough.
Then, just as I let my eyes close, the faint, synthetic chime echoed in my mind — sharp, unmistakable.
[Conquest points gained.]