The Afterparty

“Hmm, what should we toast to? Ah, to me! For getting an introvert to leave her house after 8 pm. Cheers.”

“Okay, yes, very funny, Kels. As if the self-imposed shame isn’t enough.”

“Hey, no shame. All I’m saying is your cozy little weighted blanket and your little reality baking shows are still gonna be there when you get home. Staying out late is good for you. There’s research to back that up.”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m sure there is.”

I probably roll my eyes at Kelsey ten times a day. It used to be about a hundred when we worked together at the bakery, but now that she’s got this fancy new programming job I don’t get to see her as much. Which is pretty much why she’s always begging me to come out.

Honestly, though, I’m really glad I decided to come tonight. A costume party hosted by a bunch of programmers at a brand new swanky hotel? That was an easy ‘yes’. Especially since this hotel, the Oro, is gonna be overrun with tourists as soon as word gets out about it. Nice to get to check it out before then.

“Hey. Looks like you’ve got an admirer. Don’t look, don’t look—”

I glance over my shoulder.

“I just said don’t look! She’s gonna see—”

“Who? The lady Frankenstein?”

“No, no, her. The queen of hearts. With the playing cards all over her dress.”

Oh. Oh. You. You’re talking to a guy dressed as a dinosaur and you honestly look kinda miserable. Your eyes leave your drink and look in my direction again. You hold my gaze for… a really… long moment.

“Are you two having eye sex already? Go talk to her.”

“Shut up. I… I don’t know…”

“Oh, c’mon. C’mon, c’mon, pleaaaase. I know you’ve got this whole ‘my-crappy-ex-girlfriend-might-call-me-again-so-I’m-closing-myself-off-emotionally- from-everyone-else’ thing going on, but you should really go for it.”

“Ooh, harsh. But… fair.”

“Go for it, before I do. Because you know I will.”

I look down at myself and straighten the lapels of my jacket. I kind of forgot I was even in costume. This extra tuxedo Kelsey let me borrow is a couple of sizes too big, but it’s all I had to work with.

I look over my shoulder a second time. God, that dress looks great on you. You’ve covered it in playing cards and there’s a glittering crown sitting on the top of your head. We make eye contact once again, but this time I don’t immediately look away.

Alright. I’m doing this. I’m going for it. I turn around and—

“Hi.”

“Hi. Um…”

“I’m sorry, this is totally weird, but… I know you, right?”

“Oh. Um, no… no I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure? I just—I feel like I know you from somewhere.”

My face flushes with heat. I can feel my tongue getting tied already. I’ve never been great at the whole hitting on people thing. Or getting hit on for that matter.

I don’t even know if that’s what you’re doing, but… I kind of hope it is.

“Oh! You work at—at—oh, what’s the name? That bakery on the east side!”

“Oh—Honeymoon Bakery. Yeah, yeah, I do.”

“Oh my god, I was just there a few days ago. You guys make an incredible chocolate croissant.”

“Hah, well, I can’t take all the credit. But that’s sweet of you, really.”

My eyes unconsciously dip from your face to the thin gold chain around your neck. Then, from your neck down to the curve of your hips beneath your dress.

“So… let me guess. You’re… a Royal Flush?”

“Close. Queen of Hearts.”

“Ahh, yes, the crown, the cards. I get it now. Very nice.”

“And you…? You’re a…?”

“Oh, uh, nondescript secret agent. My friend had an extra tux, so I took her up on the offer. Low effort, I know.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with that. Especially since you look so good in a tux.”

My cheeks burn with… something. Admiration? Embarrassment? I don’t know. It’s been so long since anyone’s made moves on me.

“Um… yeah, thanks. So, you work for the company that put this thing on?”

“Yeah, I saw you were standing with Kelsey a minute ago. We don’t work in the same department, but I see her around the office.”

“This hotel is out-of-this-world. Your company really went all out.”

“Yeah, it’s not even open to the public yet, but… they gave all of us rooms for the weekend.”

You pull a key card out of your purse and wave it in front of me.

“Shut up. Lucky!”

“Want to see my room? There’s an incredible roof deck on the roof. I’ve seriously never seen anything like this place.”

Wow. Bold. That’s fucking hot.

I glance around the room, but I don’t see Kelsey. I bet she won’t even notice I’m gone.

“I would love to see your room.”

Fuck, am I… am I about to get laid? I mean, at this point I think it’s pretty obvious that you’re into me. But maybe I’m reading too deeply into all this. Maybe you really do just want to show me your room?

You’re standing close to me, your shoulder brushing up against mine every few moments as the elevator carries us up. What would you do if I leaned over and kissed you right now? Just pushed you up against the wall and—

“Oh my god… this place! I feel like I need to take out a loan to spend the night here.”

“Oh, just wait til you get inside. The view from the balcony is unbelievable.”

“Oh… my god. It’s like straight out of a magazine. Damn.”

You bend down to loosen her heel straps before stepping out of them gracefully. Your legs are long and your dress short. You definitely just noticed me staring.

I pull away slowly. Your face is so close to mine that all I see is the glitter of your eye shadow. Your breath is warm against my face and you move your hands to the small of my back.

“I’ve… been trying to figure out when I was going to do that all night.”

“Mmm, well, you figured it out.”

I grind up against you and draw my thumb along your jaw. I turn your head to the side just slightly and press my lips against your neck.

I walk you back to the huge king bed in the center of the room.

“Mmmm, fuck. I want you…”

My hair falls across your collarbone as I shift my weight onto you. I pull your strapless dress down, slow. I have a sudden craving to put my mouth all over your breasts.

“Bite me.”

I take each of your tits into my mouth, sucking on them until they’re hard between my lips. I bite down, just until you arch your back.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s perfect. Fuck, that’s good. Keep going…”

“Mmm, someone’s bossy.”

“Take your pants off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You sit up and grab the collar of my shirt. You yank me forward and switch our positions on the bed. I sink into the luxurious mattress and get a whiff of your scent from the pillows.

“You know, I am feeling a little bossy. I think you should do whatever I tell you to.”

“Oh, yeah? And what would you like me to do?”

Your reach for my wrists and pin them above my head. Fuck. That is so hot.

“I want you to lie there and tell me exactly how you want me to touch you. Don’t move.”

I can feel wetness spreading out between my thighs and all I want is for you to lick it up. I squirm beneath you, trying to catch my breath.

“I want you to… eat me out… please…”

Your fingers play at the waistband of my underwear. You trail your hand down between my legs and tease me over the fabric.

“I need more details than that.”

“Um… fuck… I… I want you to take off my underwear… with your mouth. And… fuck me with your tongue…”

“That’s better.”

You slide down my body and hook your teeth around the waistband of my underwear. You drag them down, using your fingers to help.

Your mouth hovers between my legs. Your tongue slides through my folds…

“Ohhh… fuck. Fuck… yeah, just like that…”

Your mouth pressed against me feels so fucking good. You suck on my clit and I grab a handful of the comforter beneath us.

“Your pussy tastes so good… come here…”

It’s like you’re someone else up here in the hotel room. Downstairs, around your co-workers, you were gentle, polite… and up here, with me pinned to your bed, you’re untethered.

“Can I fuck you? Please? I really want to fuck you…”

“Mmmm, since you asked nicely.”

We fall into each other, side-by-side on the bed. I reach up into your dress and pull down your thong. I can’t get to your pussy fast enough.

I slip my fingers between your wet folds and rub your clit in quick circles.

“Oh my god, you’re wet…”

“I’ve been wet since the elevator.”

The inside of your thighs is coated with wetness. I spread it through you, all the way up to your clit.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, fuck, right there, keep going…”

You reach for me and slide two fingers into my pussy, all the way inside of me. I shift my fingers down to your entrance and push them up inside.

We writhe together, fucking each other.

“Mmm, yeah… yeah, right there…”

“You like that? Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum for you… keep… keep going right there, right there—”

“Ohhh, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

You pull your fingers out of me and push two of them into my mouth.

“Suck on my fingers. Suck on them while you make me cum…”

I keep my fingers moving steady inside you. Keep fucking you. Your fingers are coated in my own cum as I suck and lick at them, desperate to do everything you tell me to.

“Yeah, that’s good. Yeah, keep going… keep… fuck!”

“Come here.”

You pull me towards you and sling an arm over my waist. Our breath mingles as you lay your head next to mine on the pillow.

“Um… so… how long do you have this room for?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Mmm, just wondering how long I can get away with crashing here with you.”

“Well, if you keep on fucking me that well… you can stay as long as you want.”

“Sounds like a plan.”