I drum my fingers lightly against my plastic champagne flute as I scan the crowded room. I don't know anyone here, although there are a few people I recognise by sight. Apparently everyone else from the tech and dev department has opted out of the New Years Eve party our publication is putting on. Damn those IT nerds. If I weren't so new to the job, and the city and country for that matter, I would have skipped out too. As it is, I decided I should probably make an effort to socialise. If I'm being totally honest with myself, I came here hoping to see her, but so far it's been a rotating cast of strangers. At least there's an open bar.

I knock back the last sip in my glass and wend my way towards the bar, weaving through expensive black suits and flashy cocktail dresses. The room is crowded with my mingling, dancing, drunk colleagues. As I move through the press of people I decide I will not make the mistake of straying so far from the bar again.

At the bar I ask the harassed looking bartender for another glass of champagne. He pours into a new plastic flute and slides it across the bar before taking my empty one and tossing it into the recycling bin. Apparently we aren't trusted with glass, which is probably a good call. I've just moved on from the bar when a voice in my ear makes me jump.

"You look nice."

It's her.

"Fuck," I say, trying to keep my drink from spilling. "Has no one ever told you that it's rude to sneak up on people?"

There's an amused look on her face. She's looking pretty fucking smug. I'm not normally a jumpy person, and I'm annoyed that she's managed to startle me. But damn, she looks amazing. She's immaculately dressed in chic trousers with patent leather heels and a silk blouse that clings to her body in all the right places.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I attempt to recover a bit of my dignity. I won't give her the satisfaction of a compliment, but I let my eyes linger on her body for a moment before meeting her gaze. She takes the invitation, leans in and tilts her head towards my ear.

"Are you alright? You seem tense." Her voice is low and measured. Clearly she's someone who is used to being in control. This only makes me want to challenge her, test her, and tease her.

I smile indulgently as I meet her eyes. "I guess I'm just not in my element."

"I can take you somewhere you'll be more comfortable."

Her audacity makes me laugh. "You don't know what makes me comfortable."

"You're right, I don't. But I can tell you aren't comfortable here." She leans in close again. Her face is next to mine and I can smell the perfume on her neck. "And if my memory serves me, you've made it clear that you want me. Do you ever think about it, what we did in the back of my office?"

Shit, she has a point. I wish I could think of something clever to say, but I can't think clearly. "All the time," I murmur. "I think about it all the time."

"Me too," her lips brush my ear, "all the fucking time. Come home with me."

I just nod my head and follow through the press of people towards the double doors at the front of the room. Outside the summer night air is warm. After the close air inside, feeling the breeze on my skin is refreshing. She hands a valet tag to one of the waiting attendants and he goes to find her car.

"Do you live far?" I ask while we wait.

"No, it's only about a fifteen minute walk from here actually."

"Then why bother driving?"

"I didn't want to make you walk in heels," she says before disappearing into the drivers side of the car that's pulled up in front of us.

That bold presumption that makes me laugh aloud. "That's unbelievably presumptuous of you." I slide into the passenger seat regardless. Soon we are enveloped by New Years Eve traffic in the city.

We stop in front of a neat row of flats with matching red doors. She puts the car in park and cuts the engine. I open my door and step out onto the pavement quickly so she doesn't come round to open it for me. She'd use the gesture as an opportunity to be patronising I'm sure, and I refuse to give her the satisfaction.

"It's this one," she inclines her head towards one of the red doors and starts up the walkway. Her stride is confident and deliberate. The way she moves makes my pulse quicken, but I match her unhurried steps as I follow.

Inside the flat is spacious, open with high ceilings. It's immaculately kept, of course, not a thing is out of place. There are dozens of neatly framed photos arranged on almost every wall. Looking closer, I see they're all photos of athletes, captured in motion and rendered in black and white. They're beautiful.

I hear her heels on the hardwood floor as she walks up to stand beside me. "You have more artwork than some galleries I've been to. Did you take all of these?"

"I've been in journalism a very long time." Her voice is like velvet, soft and smooth. The corners of her mouth are curved into the barest smile. It's distracting, and all I want is her mouth on mine.

"Yeah, clearly," I arch an eyebrow. "You really need a hobby." I wonder what she'll do to me if I keep testing her. I can tell she likes this game as much as I do.

She smiles patiently at me. "Have I ever told you how cute your accent is?" She's so deliciously condescending. She brushes a loose bit of hair behind my ear and I slap her hand away. I'd give her everything she wants right now, but I want her to take it.

"'Cute'? You can do better than that. I know you think about me. Tell me about what you do alone at night. Do you imagine it's me touching you, making you cum?" I hear her breaths coming deeper now, and I can see her chest rise and fall. Her eyes are fixed on my mouth, they're glazed over with lust.

She breaks and pulls me into her, pressing her mouth roughly against mine. Our bodies are pressed together hard. I can feel her all over me and it feels so fucking good. The desire I've been keeping in check runs wild. Clothes are torn off in a blur and forgotten on the floor. Her soft skin feels so good against mine.

When she pulls away she puts a finger under my chin and her intense eyes lock onto mine, retaking control. "I know you were only at the party because you wanted to see me."

"So?" is all I can manage.

"So come here." She puts her back against the wall and pulls me towards her. "Get on your knees." Her voice is so quiet, but her tone is hard. With one hand on my head and the other on my shoulder she pushes me down.

"Is this what you've been thinking about?" I run my hands up her thighs, onto her ass and kiss her hips. "I'm here to give you everything you want." I put one of her legs over my shoulder and watch her as I run my thumb lightly over her clit. Her breath catches and she pushes down on my head again.

She sighs when I put my mouth on her clit. I move my tongue against her and slip my fingers inside her. She gasps and slaps her hands onto the wall behind her to steady herself. I go slow at first, then faster, harder. Her breaths are urgent and her legs are starting to tremble. She's so fucking close. I wrap my free arm around her waist and hold her against me. I hear her moan loudly and I can feel her cuming around my fingers. Her body shivers momentarily as I hold her steady.

I disentangle myself from between her legs and stand up. She's still got her hands against the wall.

"Don't look so fucking pleased with yourself," she breathes.

"Shouldn't I?"

She pushes off from the wall and leads me over to the couch. Her grip is tight around my wrist.

"I won't be gentle," she says. "But that's what you want, isn't it? For me to be rough with you?"

I bite down on my lip and smile.

"I thought so. Lie down." She moves over me, straddling my hips. She leans down on one hand so her face is close to mine. "You enjoy trying to get a rise out of me? Testing me...," she slides a hand between my legs, "...teasing me, making me get rough with you?"

I gasp loudly when she pushes her fingers inside me.

"You don't seem to mind," I breathe. "And you call this rough?"

Her smile is benign as she starts to fuck me hard. She feels so good inside me. Her skin on mine is all I want right now. I slide a hand down and start moving my fingertips over my clit faster and faster until I'm gasping.

"This is why you came here, isn't it? You love it when I fuck you hard." She's breathing hard now and I can feel her warm wetness when she moves her hips against my thigh. "You feel amazing, you're so tight around my fingers."

"Keep going," I press her hips down onto my thigh with my free hand. My vision is starting to blur around the edges and it feels like electricity is crackling just under my skin. I won't let myself cum until she's ready.

"Look at me," I say when she's close. Her eyes meet mine. "Cum for me."

Crackling electricity breaks into waves of pleasure. I pull her mouth down onto mine when we cum.

"Fuck, I might need a minute," I say when my brain is capable of processing language again. We are still tangled up together, neither of us has moved.

"It's nice feeling you next to me. You don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to."

A little while later I quietly slip back into my clothes, careful not to wake her. On my way out I look for a pen and notepad. I flip until I find a blank page where I scribble a note.

Play again soon


Pub: Jan 11 2021 05:34 UTC
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