Beyond Attraction

Author's note: My first story!!! I tried to bank on some niches I saw weren't really being tapped around her, so here it goes...

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Beauty isn't fair, and sexual beauty? Even less so. I've always known that, but lately, it's been something I can't stop thinking about.

I'm in my 30s now, and I see it happening around me: friends lowering their standards. They start to settle for guys who don't exactly light a fire in them because, well, "he's nice" or "he's stable." And yeah, those things matter, but deep down, I know what's still buzzing in our heads. I know because I feel it too--this need, this thrill we remember from when we were younger. That electric charge that comes from seeing a man who actually fits the certain boxes we tick for ourselves while making our fantasy man. The kind of guy who makes your breath hitch and your heart race without even trying--Tall, hot, ripped... That thrill? I'm not ready to give it up.

And then it happened. I saw him. Him. The man who could've walked straight out of a fever dream. The sexiest guy I've ever laid eyes on as if someone took all those fantasies I didn't even know I still had and made them flesh and blood.

For weeks, I watched him from afar, feeling like a teenager all over again. It wasn't just physical, though. Okay, maybe it was mostly physical, but there was something else, too--a kind of intensity I hadn't felt in years. I couldn't shake the thought that this man, this god of a man, could wake something up in me that I'd long stopped looking for. Something raw and overwhelming.

And one day, I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore--the longing, the fantasizing, the waiting. I found a way to talk to him, to draw him in. I didn't overthink it, and didn't let the doubts creep in. I just knew I had to make it happen. And when it finally did? When I finally had him?

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. He wasn't just a man; he was a catalyst, a reminder of all the fire and hunger that still burned inside me. And in that moment, I understood something I'd been denying for so long: I wasn't ready to settle. Not yet. Not ever.

It started on the beach, the warm sun draped over my skin like a second layer, but none of it could penetrate the chill of dissatisfaction nestled deep inside me. I sat cross-legged on the sand, my oversized sunglasses doing absolutely nothing to hide my growing frustration. Another guy walked by--another disappointment. His figure was... less than flattering. I let out a resigned sigh and muttered under my breath, "I've had enough. I've done my fair share of charity in this lifetime. But if I see one more short, flabby guy with body hair like--ugh--I'll cry."

My gaze flitted across the beach, scanning for any sign of hope. For a second, my eyes landed on a pair of guys tossing a frisbee. I squinted. Nope. No dice. "God," I muttered dramatically, "it's like the universe is mocking me. Just one decent guy--no, a proper man--is that too much to ask?"

I gave myself ten seconds. Ten seconds, and if I didn't spot someone worth my time, I was out. "Ten... nine... eight..." And then I froze. My heart skipped a beat. "Wait. Is that--?" I grabbed my binoculars--yes, I have beach binoculars, no judgment--from my bag and zoomed in. What I saw made my breath catch in my throat.

"Holy... fucking... shit."

I barely realized I'd whispered it out loud. There he was, standing near the water like some gift from the heavens. "Oh my God, you're real," I breathed. "That face... chiseled. Brunette. What a babe." My eyes drank him in, obsessively. "Those shoulders... those arms... his chest! I can literally see those pecs through that shirt!"

And the height--oh my God, the height. "Definitely over six-one," I noted to myself, my smirk growing. "And that shirt... so tight. Wait, are those... AAAABS?!" My voice rose with every revelation. "And those thighs in those shorts... damn, those legs. And... oh my God, that ass."

I leaned in closer through the binoculars, feeling my pulse quicken. "Dimples, firm... it just all flows so... fully... out..." My voice wavered, and I shook my head, trying to snap out of it. "Okay, Emily, pull it together. I guess I found my man after all."

I couldn't stop watching him. From my new spot closer to the shore, I couldn't tear my eyes away. The way he stared out at the waves, that back in that compression shirt--broad shoulders tapering into that perfect waist. And then there was... well, his booty. My breath hitched when I saw the shirt ride up, revealing smooth, perfect V-lines pointing right to... Yeah. Paradise. My cheeks burned as I swallowed hard. I felt guilty, but... shameless too.

I'm not proud of what happened next. Or maybe I am. Maybe this was liberation in its rawest form. I was drawn to him like gravity, my eyes trailing his every move, unable--or unwilling--to look away. He was an enigma, a walking embodiment of desire, and I wanted to solve him.

"Excuse me," I said when I finally mustered the courage to approach him later that evening. My voice was steady, a pleasant surprise given the chaos in my chest. "You dropped this." I held out the beach towel I'd seen him leave behind earlier, a fabricated excuse for conversation.

He turned to face me, and oh my God, he was even taller--and hotter--up close. My heart was hammering in my chest.

"Uh... so, I've been watching--I mean, I saw you, and I thought you looked cute," I stammered, mentally kicking myself. Smooth, Emily.

"I'm Emily. I live nearby and, um..." My voice trailed off as I got lost in his chiseled jawline and those ridiculously full, kissable lips.

"And you are?" he prompted, his voice warm and smooth.

"Liam," he said, holding out a hand. His grip was firm and strong, and I nearly melted on the spot.

"Liam. Wow. Uh, nice to meet you!" I practically blurted. "Are you, like, a model? Because you totally could be. I mean, you're really... uh... hot. Or cute! I mean, cute!" I laughed nervously, feeling my cheeks burn. To my surprise, he chuckled, and the sound made my heart race even more.

"So... would you maybe want to grab something to eat? Right now, maybe?" I asked, barely able to believe the words coming out of my mouth.

"Ok, sure." He said with a smirk.

The days that followed turned into a carefully orchestrated game. Each encounter was deliberate: a chance "run-in" at the smoothie bar, a shared laugh over spilled sunscreen, an invitation to dinner I couldn't resist making. Slowly, I peeled back the layers of his casual indifference, determined to see what lay beneath.

And then came that night at the restaurant. Candlelight flickered between us, casting shadows on his jawline, highlighting the sharp planes of his face. I leaned forward, wine glass in hand, pretending to listen intently to his stories. The truth? I wasn't paying attention to his words. They were a distraction. My mind was a cacophony of thoughts, each one circling the same primal truth: I wanted him.

Not just to hold him, not just to kiss him, but to possess him, to revel in every inch of his perfection.

"Emily?" His voice jolted me out of my reverie.

"Yes?"

"You've been staring at me for a while," he said, amusement lacing his tone.

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks but refused to look away. "Can you blame me?"

For a moment, silence hung between us, charged and electric. Then, a small, knowing smile curved his lips.

"Oh no, no, no," I teased when the server brought the bill. "The bill's on me. I insist."

I laughed softly, but there was this nervous energy behind it. "Sorry, is that weird? I know we just met, but... well, looking like you do, I bet women take you out all the time."

He laughed--this deep, warm sound that made my stomach flip. "Not exactly," he said, shaking his head modestly. But the way his lips curled into this easy smile told me he was used to hearing compliments. I mean, of course he was.

"Oh, don't be so humble!" I exclaimed, feigning shock. "I mean, you're so attractive it's literally insane. Like..." I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes in mock curiosity.

"How tall are you?"

"Six-three," he answered casually, as if that wasn't the most perfect answer I could've imagined.

"Six-three?" I gasped, my excitement bubbling over. "That's, like, the ideal height for a guy! No shade to shorter men or whatever, but seriously, you've got to own it, you stud." I leaned in a little closer, lowering my voice like I was about to share a secret. "Honestly, who would even look at a short guy when there's someone like you in the room?" I smirked, twirling the stem of my wine glass between my fingers.

He tilted his head slightly, his hazel eyes locking onto mine. "Why did you decide to take me out tonight?" he asked, his voice curious but steady.

The question caught me off guard, and for a second, I blinked like an idiot. "Why?" I repeated, as if it wasn't obvious. "Cuz you look good. You look reeeaaally good. Like suspiciously good. Godly good." My voice softened, and I found myself leaning into the moment. "Your face--God, it's just perfect. Those hazel eyes, that dirty-blonde hair..."

I didn't even realize my hand had moved until I was brushing my fingers lightly against his cheek. "Your cheekbones... your jawline... your lips..." My breath hitched slightly, and before I could think twice, I whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

He didn't answer with words, but the way his eyes softened was all the permission I needed. I leaned in, my lips meeting his in a kiss that started slow, sweet, and hesitant, but quickly deepened. My fingers slid up to his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

When we finally pulled apart, I exhaled shakily, my heart pounding like crazy. "I've waited so long to do that," I admitted, my voice husky. I hesitated, nervously twisting a strand of my hair. "There's... one more thing I NEED to ask" I began, my words tumbling out faster than I could stop them. "Maybe it's too soon, but here it goes: I want you to come to my place tonight."

The words came out fast, and I hurried to add, "No, no, don't freak out! Please, just listen. I know we just met, but since the moment I saw you, I've felt this... pull. Like, I had to have you. And I know this sounds crazy, I'll even pay you to come over. Please?"

His eyebrows shot up, and for a moment, I panicked. But then he smiled--this slow, amused smile that sent a fresh wave of butterflies through my stomach. "Alright," he said simply.

"Oh my God, you will?" I could barely contain myself. "This is finally happening," I blurted. "The guy I've been dreaming about--fantasizing about--is actually coming to my place." I mused to myself. I pressed my hands to my cheeks, trying to calm myself down. "Okay, okay, Emily, stay cool."

Clearing my throat, I forced my voice to sound composed. "So, here's the plan. Be at this address at 8 PM tonight, okay?" I scribbled it on a napkin and slid it across the table. "And, um, I need you to wear something specific," I added, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "A black tee, dark gym shorts, and... uh... fitted black briefs underneath."

I lowered my voice even more, leaning in conspiratorially. "There's one more thing I was going to ask, but... never mind." I shook my head and laughed nervously. "Just... the thought of you, looking like that, being all mine tonight... God, I can't even handle it." Liam smiled awkwardly.

I leaned in for one final kiss, my lips lingering on his like I was sealing the deal. "I can't wait to see you tonight, Liam," I whispered, my heart racing. "8 PM. Don't be late."

I could barely keep myself together as Liam smiled and walked me to my car. The countdown to 8 PM had officially begun.

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I'm sulking in my apartment, watching the clock tick past 8:10 PM, my heart racing with anxiety. Why isn't he here yet? Did I somehow scare him off? The thought makes my stomach churn. The hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on, and I might have blown it. How could I be so stupid? And how could he be so oblivious to the effect he has?

The doorbell suddenly rings, jolting me from my spiral of self-doubt. My breath catches in my throat - it's him, it's finally him! I rush to open the door, and there he stands, perfect as ever. Just looking up at his tall frame sends warmth coursing through my body.

"Liam! I'm so glad you finally made it!" I manage to say, trying to contain my excitement as I wrap my arms around him in a hug. Oh god, his muscles feel incredible against me, and his scent - that subtle, floral musk - is intoxicating. I could stay like this forever, but I force myself to pull away before I embarrass myself.

"Come in... take a seat on the sofa," I say, watching his every movement like a woman possessed. That t-shirt hugs his body perfectly, showing off those arms, and those shorts... the way they showcase his quads and hamstrings, not to mention that perky behind - it's almost too much to handle.

"I am so glad you made it, I was worried for a sec!" I giggle nervously, offering him some water. My heart is pounding as I prepare to address the elephant in the room.

"Um, look..." I begin nervously. "About this visit... I know it probably seems like just a booty call, and maybe it is, but it means so much more to me than that. If it helps make this less weird, I'll be honest - if it wasn't for your incredible face and body, I wouldn't be asking this. I'm sure every girl can relate to that." I take a deep breath. "Would you please let me take control here?"

When he agrees, I can barely contain my excitement. My eyes keep drifting to his thighs, so smooth and thick in those shorts, whetting an appetite now heated to the brim since the first beachy glimpse.

"Ok... take my hand and let's go to my room."

I lead him to my bedroom, my heart thundering in my chest as I close the door behind us. "Here... Look at me baby..." I whisper, drinking in his features. "Shhhh... look at me, yeah, that's right, so handsome... like a real model... all for me..."

I lean in and kiss him deeply, my whole body trembling with anticipation, our tongues eloping like filaments in current, and I'm drunk in his saccharine mouth, electric notes of citrus causing me to moan softly into him.

When I pull back, I know it's time to lay all my cards on the table. "Ok Liam... in this room, there are no holds barred, okay? I need to confess something - I've been acting shy around you until now, but you're honestly the sexiest guy I'll ever meet. Now that you're mine, I'm going to ask you to do things that might seem strange... but you're doing them for me, okay? It'll be my first time doing these things too... because you..." I sigh heavily, "you make me want to do things I've never even thought about before."

"But first..." I say, my voice dropping lower, "I want to look at you... really look at you. Put your hands behind your head, baby."

I walk around him slowly, hungrily taking in every detail.

"God, you're fine as hell..."

I can't help but remember that day at the beach. "The first time I saw you at the beach, Liam, you were so incredibly hot, I wanted to devour you... And I just couldn't get you out of my head, especially during my... private moments." I feel myself blushing but continue, "I showed your beach photos to my girlfriends, and they couldn't believe you were real either. We shared a lot of...'ideas.' And now I get to actually do those things."

I start by pulling my top off, and exposing my breasts, still harnessed in dark brassiere.

"Now it's your turn. Stand still and raise your arms... I'm going to undress you." My fingers tremble slightly as I lift his shirt, but when his perfect abs and nipples come into view, I can barely stifle my gasp.

"You are pure art, Liam..." I breathe, mesmerized by his physique. I lean in close, pressing my lips against his middle abs, before letting my tongue trace each defined ridge. "One... two... three..." I count softly, exploring every firm groove and valley. "God, these abs are incredible..."

"Shhh... don't move now, Liam..." My exploration becomes more intense as I start hungrily kissing and gently biting at his abs. I move upward, my hands squeezing his pecs as I kiss and nibble them, paying special attention to his pink nipples. The taste of his skin is intoxicating.

"These arms..." I growl playfully, biting at his biceps and shoulders. I laugh with pure joy. "You know what's funny? My friends all said they wanted to lick your abs and muscles, but I'm the lucky one who actually gets to do it..."

I'm breathing heavily now, completely aroused.

"You taste...sweet... I want to see all of you."

"No, no, eager boy - I want to undress you myself..."

I start with his shoes, methodically removing them one at a time, then his socks, meditatively patting each leg one by one for him to raise and step out of the them.

"Lock your hands behind your head..." I ordered. Looking up at him from my position near his feet, I can hardly believe this is real. God, even his feet are perfect - smooth and white. Looking at him from down here, between these thick thighs, over those stacked abs and full pecs, those biceps...

"I...Wow..." I urge out, half at will. "I could watch you from here all day..." I'm touching myself now, unable to help it.

I allow myself to take him in fully. My hands map the ridges of his muscles, the smoothness of his skin. Like silk on warm rock. He stood still, almost reverent, as if he understood the gravity of what was happening.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You've said that already."

"I'll keep saying it," I replied. "Don't talk so much" I added.

It wasn't just lust; it was something deeper, something primal. I wanted to claim him, to imprint his image on my memory forever. In that moment, he wasn't just a man--he was my muse, my masterpiece, my escape from the monotony of ordinary life.

I'm getting lost in him. "These fucking v-lines are disappearing into your pants..." I trace them with my tongue, letting out hungry moans as I taste his skin. My hands roam over his hamstrings and ass while I gnaw gently at his tight hips. "You taste so sweet...I'm wet..."

"These shorts have to go now, okay?"

I pull them down carefully, my breath catching.

"Step out of them... FUCK..." I whisper to myself, "What a glorious cock..." It's straining against his boxers and those thighs... I can't resist biting and sucking at them.

"You really are smooth and perfect everywhere...God..."

"Now turn around, baby..." When he does, I nearly lose it. "Holy fuck... this is the nicest V-taper I've ever seen... all these muscles..." I run my nails down from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, savoring every inch.

I start kissing his neck from behind, then smile wickedly. "I'm gonna lick your spine all the way down..." And I do exactly that, my tongue trailing slowly down the warm chain of his posterior, beaded with muscle.

When I reach his lower back, I pause to kiss and lick the area. "So firm...all muscle, just the slightest spill of your baby smooth skin..." I bite the area gently, completely lost in my exploration of his perfect back.

But then I arrive at what had bewildered me in my intrigue and craving. I gazed. Now without any shame to hide or distraction to steal it away; I gazed on at still and breathless length before I broke that moment of meditation and grew closer to it, my voice a husky croak.

"Fuck. This fucking ass."

My hands moved eagerly, squeezing and groping with a hungry roughness, each cheek awakening delight and wonder in me. How firm, how muscular, how inviting, the dimples on either side of the curve only added to its charm. Light spanks echoed through the room, each slap a testament to the appreciation I felt.