You're only at the bar for a moment or two when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn, drink in hand, to find a tall, blonde haired man in a white jacket and black trousers smiling at you. You smile back, thinking you're in his way.

As you're about to move, however, he stops you.

"Sorry to bother you, but I just saw you standing alone and thought you'd like some company."

You take a sip of your drink, shooting the man a polite smile afterwards.

"Oh, that's very kind of you but I'm actually waiting for my boyfriend-"

"Elvis, right?" The man interrupts. You nod.

He looks smug, propping an arm up on the bar.

"Let me guess, you're his arm charm for the night?"

You frown. Arm charm?

"I'm his girlfriend, actually." You set your drink down.

The man looks amused.

"That's what they all say. Listen, honey, I know he's got the money, the looks, the voice, but if you're looking for a good time, you should come to my place in Beverly Hills." He winks, and you shudder internally.

"I'm good, thanks."

You make a move to turn away, but he grabs your arm.

"Hang on now, I'm just being friendly!" The stranger exclaims, same cocky smile painting his face. You're starting to feel real uncomfortable, moving your arm out of his grasp quickly.

"And I told you I'm not interested." You reply, politeness going out the window.

"Listen, I've seen you and your friend before." The man says, and you turn to him confused. "You're dancers, right, for NBC studios?"

You nod slowly.

"I'm offering you a good gig here, honey." The condensation is back in his voice. "You think you got it made with Elvis? That show pony? Stick with me, kid, and I'll show you a whole other side of showbusiness." He pulls a card from his pocket, offering it towards you. You look from him to the card, tentatively taking it in your hand. Hopefully, you think, this will get him to leave you alone.

You're tense as you retract your hand and tuck the card into the top of your dress, a vice grip on your drink. He makes to grab for you again, but a hand reaches out to stop him.

"You botherin' my girl?"

Relief floods you as Elvis appears from behind you, his face hardened with anger as he looks the stranger up and down.

The man throws his hands up in defense.

"Hey man, I didn't mean anything by it-"

"He making you uncomfortable, Y/N?" Elvis interrupts the man to ask you, and you glare at the stranger as you nod.

Elvis moves to stand in front of you.

"I catch you putting your hands on my girl again, you're gonna be swallowing teeth, got it?"

The man blinks in surprise, taking a few steps back.

"You can't talk to me like that! I'm a respected -"

"I don't give a damn who you are, I want you outta this party!" Elvis barks, and a few heads raise from the party crowd to watch the altercation.

You put your hand on Elvis's arm.

You've never seen him like this, jealousy painting his features in a red flesh. You're heart stutters with a mix of emotions.

Security comes over a moment later- two large men in black, coming over to see if everything's alright.

"Escort this motherfucker outta here. I don't wanna catch him around this hotel again." Elvis orders, and the men nod, gripping the stranger by his arms roughly.

He struggles a bit, attempting to shrug the securities hands off of him, but he's ultimately dragged away.

Elvis turns to you.

"You okay angel? He hurt you?"

You shake your head no.

"I'm okay baby, he just wasn't taking no for an answer."

Elvis puts a hand on your cheek, face close to yours.

"I should've known better than to leave you alone when you look this good, got all these creeps pantin' after you." Elvis snarls, other hand coming up to grip your waist hard.

You feel a little hot, liking this possessive streak of his. You press your body closer to his.

Elvis's eyes are intense, and you feel yourself melt under his gaze.

"Let's go upstairs, Elvis." You basically purr, nuzzling your cheek into his hand. "I don't care about the party, just wanna be with you."

His eyes soften a bit, and he nods, kissing you quick before leading you towards the elevator's.

"Hey E.P.! You're missing the party!" One of the guys yells from behind, but Elvis waves him off.

There's a whistle thrown your way, a couple chuckles from the crowd, but you can hardly think about anything else but Elvis at this moment.

You hated the way that man had put his hands on you, his aggressive approach making you sick to your stomach. All you want is Elvis, for him to take away the apprehension and doubt that man put into your head.

Elvis barely waits for the elevator doors to close before he's kissing you, hard. You gasp into the kiss, feeling like your drowning in him as his tongue enters your mouth. His hand blindly hits the buttons, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around him to draw him nearer as the elevator brings the two of you to your floor.

He pulls away briefly, all but carrying you down the hallway to your room.

"Got me foamin' at the mouth, Y/N. I'm going crazy, I have to have you." Elvis pants, and your stomach is alight with pleasure at his words. Never have you felt so wanted before, so desired. Stumbling blindly into the suite, you shed your dress, Elvis doing the same with his leather suit. You feel dazed with lust, eyes blown wide at the sight of Elvis stalking towards you, his big hands around your waist in an instant.

"Gonna make sure I'm the only man you ever think about, the only man you ever need." His voice is low, graveled with desire as he kisses down your neck, chest, kneeling down to kiss down your stomach. You plant your hands on his shoulders, lip between your teeth and your eyes dark as you watch his lips make their way down to your pussy, holding eye contact the whole way.

You shiver, anticipation hot in your veins.

"Elvis," You sigh, hand running gently through his hair. He reply's by picking you up by the waist and lowering you onto the bed, your legs dangling over his shoulders from where he kneels at the end of the bed. Your head spins.

All at once his mouth is on you, tongue hot and slick as he laps at your clit. You throw your head back. You tangle both hands in his dark hair, humming low in your throat.

"God," You moan softly, and Elvis hums against you.

"Just Elvis is fine, doll." He teases before diving back in. You roll your eyes, slapping the back of his head lightly. Elvis sucks your clit between his lips, making your mouth fall open wide around a high moan.

Your hips arch, stomach tightening as he draws you closer and closer to your release. Elvis works furiously, obscene slurping sounds filling the room. One of your hands shoots out to grab the sheets above your head, eyes rolling back. Elvis grips your hips in both hands, fingerprints bruising your skin as he pulls you closer to his mouth.

Two fingers enter you gently, thrusting deep inside of you.

"Wait- ohmygod-" you pant, chest heaving as your orgasm reaches it peak, mouth unable to close as you come hard around his fingers.

You're surprised- nobody has ever been able to make you come as fast and as hard as Elvis just did. You whine as Elvis keeps going, and you have to gently push at his head to get him to pause in his movements. He looks up at you with a slight frown, and you can't help the breathless giggle that leaves you.

"C'mere." You say, Elvis crawling up towards you to kiss you.

You lean back, Elvis chasing your lips with his.

"Gonna let me fuck you, darlin'?" He whispers, eye's dark as they bore into your own. You nod slowly, gaze darting down to his lips.

"Yeah?"

"Please," You whimper, legs spreading wide to accommodate him. "Fuck me, Elvis, c'mon."

He chuckles a little, that sly smirk making your knees weak and pussy wet.

"Don't have to ask me twice, pretty girl."

He's gentle, lips on yours as he enters you. You sigh into his mouth, eyebrows scrunched together.

"Fuck." Elvis groans.

He stays like that for a moment, just long enough for you to get impatient. Your hips move of their own accord, and before you know it he's pulling out and thrusting back in, a soft sound of pleasure leaving your lips as he repeats the movement.

Elvis grips your chin softly, pulling your focus towards his face.

"Want you to look at me, Y/N. Nobody else makes you feel this good, baby, just me."

You nod, eyes wide with pleasure. Your toes curl as he hit's a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

"Whose girl are you?" Elvis asks, tone sharp as he thrusts harder, deeper.

You gasp.

"Huh? C'mon angel, who does this pussy belong to?"

"You! Elvis, oh fuck-" You gasp, nails scratching his shoulders. Elvis groans, burying his face in your neck as his hips buck harshly into yours. You can feel yourself getting close again, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

"Gonna come, baby, you're gonna make me come," You moan, Elvis landing a sharp nip at your collar bone.

"Good girl," Elvis grunts, and your pussy tightens as you reach orgasm, hips lifting off the bed. "That's my pretty girl." Elvis's tone is encouraging, dragging out your orgasm as he continues to chase his own. He sits up, gripping your hips tightly as he uses your body to get off.

You whimper in oversensitivity, biting your lip as Elvis throws his head back, sweat dripping down from his hairline.

"Shit," He moans. "you take it so good, baby, fuck!"

He stills as he comes in you, and you whine as you feel him pulse inside of you. You lean up wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Elvis wraps both arms around your back, pulling you as close as he can.

He lays you both down, his head resting on your chest as he comes down from his high. You brush your hands through his hair, sweat drying on your skin.

"You're my girl, Y/N." Elvis says softly, and you lift one of his hands to your lips, kissing it tenderly.

"Yours, Elvis. I'm all yours."

You feel him smile against your skin. Elvis plants a kiss to the top of your right breast.

"You're better than any drug, sweetheart. Make me crazy."

You hum in response.

You feel your eyes growing heavy with sleep.

"Hmm, I love you Elvis." You mumble, eyes fluttering shut.

Another kiss to your chest.

"I love you too, darlin'."

The business card that the strange man from the party gave you lays discarded on the floor, moonlight illuminating the laminated document as you and Elvis both drift off.