The Party

The packed house, her house, closed in on Suzy. Music drifted into the small and quiet study as she took a few breaths.

At her own birthday party, she should be happy celebrating, but something was missing. She downed her champagne. Muffled laughter made her blink and come back to herself. Clearing her throat, she opened the door and went back out, locking it behind her.

She pasted a bright smile on her face, exchanging a few words with her friends as she passed through the rooms. At the back of the large Victorian house, in her big kitchen diner, was the heart of the party. Her best friends, a rowdy bunch who always pushed her to extremes were full on into the night.

She laughed along with them, all the while thinking of something else.

Loud music pulled her into the dancing, and she let herself be moved to the beat, almost passive. Hands touched her, but she didn’t want them. She needed to be reckless and take. She turned around in an undulating motion, her arms raised above her head, artful waves of long hair moving with her, and then she saw him standing in the doorway.

Discontent slid off her, and she knew what she wanted. He leant against the frame, attempting to look casual, but the look in his blue eyes and the light blush to his cheeks told her he wasn’t.

She pushed her friends away, and they only laughed.

The man’s eyes were glued to her as she walked to him, and she laughed remembering what she was wearing.

A translucent tightly fitted dress to the knees, plain in of itself, but under it, she wore a bondage playsuit, all straps and clips, and silk stockings. It was indecent, but she didn’t care.

The man had short, blond hair, a full sexy mouth, and perfect body. He wore a white well-fitted shirt with sleeves cuffed on his arms, of a fine quality and almost as teasing as her dress.

The walk to him took forever; moving slowly, weaving around people, and he waited, desire firing his eyes with every step.

When she reached him they didn’t move; she didn’t want to pounce on him and scare him, and besides, they were in public.

She stared up into his face, pressing into him, his breath hitched, and she loped a smile. Taller in her heels, she turned her mouth up close to his as their bodies pressed, and she felt his hard-on through his trousers.

“Come with me.”

He nodded as she took his hand, lacing her fingers in his. The power of a simple touch shivered through her, he felt it, their eyes met, and he smiled.

Biting her lip, she pulled him along behind her, knowing full well everyone was watching them. Someone whistled.

She didn’t care; she only wanted.

Her heels clipped loudly on the tiles as they pushed through everyone, and then upstairs. His eyes focused on her arse as she swung her hips in front of him. She felt his look and knew he wanted to squeeze, to get his hands on her body. He would, but not yet, first she was going to play.

The beat of the music thumped beneath them, she led him down the quiet corridor, and opening a door, pulled him inside.

She bit the inside of her cheek as they just looked at each other and then laughed. He grinned and shook his head.

His grin fell away as he focused on her mouth, she became serious, lust for him returning as she pushed him up against a wall, and his brows rose.

“Is that how you want to do this?”

She reached up again and pulled his bottom lip through her teeth, making him moan.

“I’m going to do what I want with you, and you are going to do it, do you understand?”

“Yes.” It was a breath and barely a word.

She grinned wickedly. “Get on your knees.”

He did without hesitation, his eyes fixed on hers, and she shivered. He was perfect.

Her face went cool. “Pull my dress up, take my knickers off and eat my pussy.”

She watched him savour the slide of fabric, his fingers brushing her stockings, chest rising and falling a little quicker, and he blushed a little more. Such reverence.

He skimmed up over her hips, and bent his fingers into her knickers, and pulled them down so slowly, and she couldn’t help but moan. He kissed down the soft skin he exposed so lightly, it tickled. She leant forward as she steadied herself on his shoulders, stepping out of her knickers.

Suzy knew this dance as he kissed the inside of her thigh, resisting the urge to rush, savouring every moment, the taste of skin, how soft it was, the heat he felt from her, but nothing was like the first taste.

Already wet, she clutched harder as his mouth covered her. He didn’t go gently as his lips and tongue felt that wet softness, needing the complex perfection of her. He made a low noise as he worked, exploring as much as he could. Swallowing her taste, desperate to devour her.

Her fingers bit his shoulders as her hips rode him.

One hand moved from massaging her bottom, and he pushed one finger inside, smearing her wetness backwards with another, he teased her arse with it, rounding that tight entrance, feeling it quiver.

“Yes.” She forced the word out.

He pressed in, and she cried loudly, hot and tight, she gave, and he massaged inside in rhythm with her hips. Every movement she made, he followed. Her cries became louder, more urgent, and then she came.

She tensed, swore, and bucked into his mouth, spasming and flooded onto him, her whole body contorted as she ground into his mouth, and he took every drop he could get.

Suzy leant back as he pulled his fingers out, and they both called out. With bright eyes and face flushed, she took his chin in her hand and bent over to his wet face, licking and kissing him before putting her tongue in his mouth. Her kiss was hard and fierce, demanding and she took.

He gave to her and let go; giving him nothing but pleasure, and right then, Suzy felt he was overwhelmed by the sensation of her as his body went lax in her hold.

She softened her kiss, cupping his face, coaxing him back to her.

“You’re so good. You should be rewarded.” She smiled warmly, her eyes kind and sweet. She urged him up, seeing the bulge in his trousers. “Do you ache?”

“Yes.”

“Will you come more than once?”

“More than likely.”

She answered by biting her lip and sat him on the bed. She straddled his lap and held him, his face buried in her neck, he kissed her there, the rough of his light stubble tickled and she giggled, leaning back. She ran her finger down his collar and to the top button.

She undid it, utterly transfixed by the action as if carefully unwrapping a gift. With each button opened, she exposed his chest finding him perfect. His chest hair made her smile as she ran her fingers through it.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and felt them with her hands, exploring every inch of his torso. He wanted to fall back and relish the sensation, and he almost trembled with want.

“Please.”

She slid off him and smoothly went to her knees.

Undoing his belt and fly, she tugged his trousers down and then his boxers.

He sprang free, pointing straight at her.

“Wow. Quite a greeting.”

He shook his head, blushing again.

“That’s so adorable when you blush. You don’t need to; you’re perfect.” Her eyes focused on his cock.

She pulled his clothes off as he struggled with his shirt, his arms trapped by the tightly cuffed sleeves. She only tilted her head at his struggle.

“Leave it,” she commanded, but the question was there; his choice.

He relaxed, and she laughed.

Suzy's hands went down his chest as he lay back, dragging her nails on his skin, over his nipples, making him hiss.

His cock twitched as she clawed down his thighs, and ran her face on them, licking, sucking, and kissing. The graze of teeth stuttered his breath.

His muscles tensed and relaxed, breath sharp and quick.

“Watch me.”

He opened his eyes and looked down at her as she took him into her mouth. No hesitation, just want for him. He tensed, trying to keep his eyes open. Suzy fixed on his pained and desperate eyes.

Her tongue tormented him, her hands felt all over his body, returning to his balls and shaft, working him hard and then when he tensed, she moved away, until he begged her. One hand moved between his legs, under his balls and backwards.

His eyes went wide, and she sucked slower. He gave her a sharp nod. Reaching down between her legs, she wet her finger, and pressed against his entrance, making him moan. When he relaxed and bent his knees up for her, she teased him as he had done to her. She pressed in, he cried out sharply and arched up, she waited for him to adjust and she moved in tandem with her mouth.

All the while he watched her with pleading eyes, jaw tense, crying out through his breath. She looked at him, taking him deep.

“Please.”

She loved him saying please. She took him deeper still, moving harder and faster, her finger pushed further, reaching that spot and that was all it took. Eyes rolling back, a guttural call, and his body went rigid, coming hard into her mouth as he tried not to thrust.

Hot spurts of him in her mouth; she took it all and swallowed it down. She let him go and pulled her finger out, watching him pant.

Standing, she slipped out of her heels and took off the dress and stood in the tantalising outfit underneath. She undid the bra over the top and was naked but for the straps and stockings. She climbed up, and helped him out of his shirt, freeing his arms, and he put his arms around her.

She simply held him, her hand on his heart, feeling the pounding of it as he steadied his breathing.

“You’ll be missed downstairs,” he whispered into her hair.

“I doubt it. Everybody’s drunk and too intent on having a good time.”

“You’re incredible.”

Suzy laughed and nipped his pec. “You’re fucking spectacular.”

He swept his hand through her tumbling waves and lifted her face with a laugh. She leant up and kissed him. He could taste himself in her mouth, her tongue still thick with his own come.

“Fuck.” He kissed her hard and needy, greedy for the taste.

They kissed, deep and tangled up together, hours could have passed, all he knew was where their bodies touched, her mouth, and their tongues were the only language spoken. Desire built, a slow-burning want, and he turned them over, settling between her legs, he lifted one, hitching it over his arm as he eased inside her.

Suzy reached around to hold his bottom as he moved, slow and steady. She guided his pace, and he let her, her hands massaging his cheeks as he pressed deep inside her, moving in slow strokes. It was ecstasy; there was nothing like the smooth tightness stretched by a hard and hot cock.

She watched lose himself to that sensation, and he opened his eyes when she slapped his bottom, amused.

He let go of her leg and leant down, pressing his weight onto her and kissed her.

“Yes?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

With a swallow, his look changed, and he pulled out and flipped her onto her knees. All between her legs was glossy, he bent down and swiped a lick at that pussy so beautifully presented to him, and she giggled.

He held her waist and pulled her to him as he knelt down, she leant forward, exposing herself, and he guided her down onto his cock.

Her legs pressed together, leaning forward, with his spread wide. He roved his hands all over her body, teasing her perfect breasts, tweaking her nipples. He let her move first, and when she relaxed, he held her hip with one hand, his other gathered her hair into a ponytail, and held it tight. Her hands held his thighs as she went still.

He thrust hard into her, and she gave a sharp cry. The angle was intense and uncomfortable and made her sweat. He grunted and panted as he moved, he let go of her hip and circled her waist with his arm, holding her firmer. The feeling was intense as the angle touched a place few had managed.

She shuddered as she called out. He pulled harder on her hair as she squirmed and surrendered. He took her hard and bliss flooded her. The sensation built and her nerves caught fire. She screamed, her nails digging into his thighs, and her body bucked.

She went wild, her body riding the intensity with abandon. As her pussy gripped his cock like a fist, he thrust harder, faster, making her scream louder, and he came, pulling her tight to him, with a few last hard strokes.

His arms surrounded her, enveloping her body. Their hips ground a little as she enjoyed the ebbing sensations, panting hard.

They took a few moments before he eased out and she went to the bathroom.

Nathan was exhausted as he lay there, waiting for her, thinking for a moment he had imagined something so powerful, but when she returned and curled up next to him, he knew it was real and smiled as he held her before drifting off to sleep.

He was alone when he woke, and there was no sign of her. Her dress had gone with no sign she had ever been there, other than her scent on everything, such a seductive smell.

Nathan sighed and shook off his sleepiness, feeling the bass of the party through the floor.

Seeing his clothes folded neatly, he smiled and redressed, wandering downstairs. The party was in full swing, people were drunk, and he scrubbed his face at the loudness, searching for her.

He found Suzy at the back of the kitchen, talking to some friends. She caught his eyes and winked, making him laugh, and then finding a drink, he headed out to the party.

She was so much fun, and their play was always intoxicating. Every time he touched her body it was like the first, and he loved it. Loved her.

His best friend whistled at him, slinging his arm over Nathan's shoulder.

“You two are a fucking nightmare, always sneaking off.”

Nathan only grinned in response.