The Matchmakers Choice

Hell of a night

The lively party at the grand hotel was in full swing, with music echoing through the elegantly decorated halls. In a corner of the large room, a boy was watching everything with a heavy heart as his befriend or childhood love announced his new relationship. The sight broke his heart. His love was with the one person he despised most – the girl who had bullied him throughout his life in the name of friendship. From elementary school to high school, and now at university, she had always made his life miserable. And now, she had stolen the guy he loved.

Unable to bear the pain, the boy picked up a bottle of alcohol from a nearby table and drank deeply, trying to numb his feelings. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he sat alone, witnessing their happy moment. He had come to the party with the hope of finally confessing his feelings, but instead, he faced this crushing disappointment.

As the alcohol took effect, he stood up unsteadily, the bottle still in his hand. The hotel was the largest in the city, with lavish decor. He moved through the grand staircase, wandering the corridors without any destination. The intricate chandeliers and ornate carpets blurred in his vision as he aimlessly walked away from the scene that had shattered his heart.

He wandered through the corridors, the alcohol was dulling his senses and deepening his sorrows. His steps were unsteady as he was aimlessly walking, trying to escape the heartbreaking scene he had just witnessed with his own eyes.

Finally he reached his room but saw his room door opened. Without a second thought, he stumbled inside going through darkness somehow he reached near the bed and collapsed onto the large bed. The bottle slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground with a clink.

Sobbing uncontrollably, he buried his face in the pillows. "Why does everything bad happen to me?" he cried out to the empty room. "My family is a mess, I have no friends, and now the person I've loved all my life loves someone else. Why me?"

The room was dark, and he felt utterly alone in his misery. But then, he heard the door open and sensed someone entering. He could feel the presence of another person. His foggy mind made it difficult to be certain, but he clung to the hope that it was his childhood love.

"Is that you?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "Please, say it's you."

The bed dipped as the other person sat down beside him. Without thinking, he threw himself onto the person, tears streaming down his face. "Why do you do this to me?" he cried, his fists pounding against a firm chest. "Why do you have to love someone who isn't me? Why?"

Strong hands pinned his wrists above his head. "Stop," a deep voice said softly but firmly. Before he could protest, he felt lips crashing onto his in a hard, desperate kiss. The kiss was filled with a raw intensity that took his breath away. He surrendered to it, feeling a fire ignite within him.

"Why..." he started to say, but the kiss silenced him. He felt hands exploring his body, removing his clothes piece by piece. The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Soon, both of them were naked, their bodies pressed together.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," the other person murmured against his skin, trailing kisses from his lips to his neck, his chest, and his inner thighs. Every touch sent shivers down his spine.

He felt something pressing against him, and he tensed up at the sudden pain of being entered. "It hurts," he gasped, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. The rhythmic movements soon transformed the pain into pleasure, waves of intense sensation washing over him.

"Just let go," the voice whispered, and he did. The room filled with the sound of their moans, both of them lost in the moment. He experienced immense pleasure, feeling alive in a way he never had before. His body responded eagerly, and he climaxed multiple times, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last.