Seven Minutes In Heaven
The entire party was held in the courtyard and on the first floor of the house. It was meant to draw attention to the grand opening of our new tattoo parlor, City Ink, but word got out farther than I expected. Good thing it was BYOB.
Nervously, I adjusted my black pleated skirt and red crop top as I watched the party buzz below. My feet tapped as I shifted from side to side.
Everyone was flooding in, and here came one of the few people I had personally invited:
Luke. He was a client of mine.
He was a mountain of a man with milk chocolate skin, pitch-black smoke tattoo sleeves, a back tattoo—courtesy of me—and a smile that could kill a woman. His hair was bleached gray with stark white tips.
He wore a black compression shirt, gray distressed acid-washed jeans, and black sneakers.
He climbed the stairs to meet me on the second-floor balcony, and I sighed and pinched my nose.
“Of course, I say, ‘Bring a plus one,’ and everyone’s plus one brings a plus one...” He settled beside me and chuckled. “It’s kind of annoying, but... it’s bound to bring traction to the parlor and all my artists, so I won’t complain too much.”
“Yeah, true. But this is still a party, so don’t forget to have fun, too.”
I scoff softly and turn to him. “Oh, yeah? Are you here to make sure I have fun?”
“If that’s what you want. What would make you happy?”
I laugh in disbelief.
“Spoken like a true kindergarten teacher.”
“Aw, cut me some slack! It’s ingrained at this point.”
I nod.
“Yes, Mr. Luke, it’d make me happy if you made sure I had fun, or at the very least, made sure I don’t pull my hair out during this party.”
He shrugged, did a little mock bow, and I smiled and rolled my eyes.
“That I can do,” he mused.
Then, a rowdy, short woman with long black hair, half of which was put up in space buns, came racing up to the house, carrying two bottles of peach vodka and a box of baked goods.
“Amber! I got two bottles of the good shit and a dozen of your favorite crumble cookies from my bakery!”
She was wearing a cherry-red party dress and red heels.
“Yuzuki! Oh, thank goodness you made it, babe! Come inside. I’m on the second floor.”
She sped up the stairs to the second floor, which I had repurposed as my sanctuary, while the party thrummed and buzzed below. She placed the box on the table, and I immediately tore off the lid and sank my teeth into a still-warm, red velvet, cheesecake-stuffed cookie, dancing slightly, delighted with my treat, before catching Luke’s stare and settling for a small shimmy.
“You got a drink already?”
“Hm?” I hummed, mouth full of cookies. “Uh... No, make me one?”
“Way ahead of you, love.” She handed me a Solo cup filled with more vodka than Sprite and handed Luke a cup of the same.
I watched and snickered into my cup as he sipped and grimaced, then walked to the fridge and added more Sprite to his cup.
“Oops, sorry, babe. I serve liver failure in a cup. I’m not a bartender.”
He nodded at her, smiling nervously. “Yeah, I can tell.”
“Amberrrrr!” I rolled my eyes.
That sounded like Renna, and what made it worse was that she sounded like she was already half-drunk. So, I strolled out to the balcony and welcomed her and the person pinching the bridge of his nose behind her.
When they got upstairs, I looked at my buzzed client and her plus one—designated driver—combo.
Renna was a tan woman around Yuzuki’s height with red hair. She wore a black sheer button-up shirt with a bra underneath, black skinny jeans, and sneakers.
Beside her stood a man.
A white man in a green T-shirt that read ‘Shh, I’m directing,’ blue jeans, and white sneakers.
I walked forward and offered my hand.
“And you are?”
“Ashur. Renna’s babysitter and apparently her book bag.” He took my hand and shook it respectfully.
He slowly unpacked the backpack and pulled out strawberry schnapps, pink whiskey, and green apple whiskey.
They were all large bottles, fresh off the shelf.
I chuckled into my cup as I finished the last half. I wanted the strawberry schnapps. I had some strawberry Fanta that I’d love to mix it with.
Luke plucked the green apple whiskey off the table, dumped his cup, rinsed it, filled it with ice, poured half a cup of alcohol, and plucked the lemon juice off my open fridge door just to add a splash of it to his cup.
I raised an eyebrow and giggled, continuing to watch him sip his drink.
It was half full of pure alcohol, and he was sipping it like it was a mixed drink. Good for him.
We all made our way back down to the party, where I pulled out the karaoke microphone and addressed everyone.
“I’m glad everyone has made it to the party safely... even the uninvited ones. Just be respectful, drink responsibly, and don’t drink and drive. I repeat, DO NOT DRIVE IF YOU’RE DRUNK; call a damn Uber, that’s it. That’s all. Have fun, lovelies!”
The party was well underway, and Renna was already being forced to nurse a water bottle. She had dragged along a tall Italian man with a smile that suggested he knew too many people in attendance. He was wearing a fitted, dark grey shirt, black jeans, and dark grey sneakers.
“Look who I found, girl!”
I smiled and shook my head, holding out my hand.
“And you are?”
“Adam. Jasmine’s coworker at the fire department.” He took my hand and shook it firmly.
“Oh, Jasmine! Where is she?” I watched him look around and lock onto her.
“She’s over there near the speakers, talking with Mrs. Red Shirt. See her?”
I looked in the same direction and nodded.
“Yeah. I’ll leave her be; she looks like she’s having fun. Well, nice meeting you, have fun.”
I walked away, leaving the duo to their conversation. I caught a glimpse of Luke plucking a random man who was trying to climb my bookshelf off said bookshelf and handing him to the security detail, who gently escorted the man out.
After he’d finished that, he glanced at me and ran his fingers over the back of his neck after noticing me watching.
“Just keeping the peace... don’t want you pulling out that pretty hair now, do we?”
“My hero,” I smirked.
“Oh, now don’t say that... I might let it get to my head.”
I paused for a moment, then shrugged. “Then let it.”
He licked his lips before watching someone hop on the counter and make eye contact with security while pointing at them.
“Hard work never finishes, huh?”
“Not quite.” A deep chuckle that made my chest ache.
“Where’s your drink?”
He shrugs. “Finished it. Why?”
“Oh, come on, stop working for a bit. I’ll fix you a drink the way you like it, and we can just chill upstairs...”
“That sounds like you’re asking me on a date, pretty lady.”
“If I say it is, will you stop scanning the party and let the security do what I hired them for?”
“Maybe.”
“Luke.” I pouted.
“Fine, fine. Let’s go up.”
I take his hand and drag him up to the unexpectedly busy second floor.
Adam, Jasmine, Ashur, Renna, and Yuzuki were all up there, chilling on my couches and in my office’s kitchenette.
“Full house, huh?”
“Yeah, but it’s fine. You go sit, I’ll make you a drink. Want more green apple whiskey with lemon?”
“Oh god, yes please.”
I giggle and stroll over to make his drink, fixing it the same way I watched him make it earlier, only to be approached by an utterly drunk Jasmine and Renna.
“Amber!” Jasmine was a bit too loud.
“Amber, we should play seven minutes...” I blinked at the request.
“Isn’t that a bit... juvenile?”
“Aww, come on.”
“Yeah, please?” Jasmine begged.
“Look, whatever. If you can get the others to agree, we can; otherwise, no.”
Within minutes, I was searching with Luke for a closet that could house him, seeing how Renna talked him into playing, which meant, excluding me, there were equal women and men playing.
I won’t lie, there was a bit of a sting not being able to play... but I got over it just as fast.
Once we found the closet—my bedroom closet—we moved to the couch, and I had everyone write their names on pieces of paper... everyone except Jasmine, who was missing.
Yuzuki plucked the last piece from me and ran to the nearest wall, wrote a name, and threw it into the respective bucket.
“Okay... Uh, well, the rules are simple. You get 7 minutes... knock one is ‘time is up,’ and knock two is ‘I’m opening the door,’ so be dressed and put together before knock two. Deal?”
A cacophony of deals.
“I understand we all agreed to play, but we’ve got new faces, so let me just add... No means no, and stop means the end. Got it?”
An echo of sarcastic ‘yes ma’ams’ rippled through.
I smiled and looked at the pink and blue bowls on the tables. Then frowned.
“Where is Jasmine?”
“I think she ran to the bathroom.”
I sighed and continued.
“First round means men are blind, and the first man in the closet is... Adam.”
I walked him to the closet and closed the door.
Walking to the bowl and plucking a woman’s name.
“And the lucky lady is... Renna.” I laughed. “Go get him, tiger.”
I then walked her into the closet and let her walk in, starting the timer after the door clicked shut... A minute in, and I heard the second-floor door slam closed. I then poked my head out of my room, confused.
“Who was that?”
“Jasmine.”
“What!? But what about the game now? It’s uneven.”
“It’s okay, Amber. I’ll back out.”
I groaned. This game would be super lame with just two rounds; it would mean I just did the equivalent of renting out my closet to degenerates for a quick high.
Luke walked over and patted my head with a smile. I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m not a child.”
“Maybe not... but it worked, didn’t it?”
I snorted through my nose and nodded.
“Oh~” We both looked at the closet and made a face, choking back laughs before Yuzuki came walking back into the second-floor “party.”
“Are they still in there?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think we will be continuing... Jasmine left, and Luke dropped out to make it even.”
“What? Why? Jasmine’s name isn’t in the bowl. I heard her throwing up. I knew she wasn’t planning on playing. I added your name.”
“Oh.” Luke smirked and returned to the couch.
“Wait! First off, is Jasmine okay? And second off, why did you add my name?”
“Yes, she’s okay... and because we needed the game to be even.”
“You’re a pain.” I narrowed my eyes.
“You love me.”
Adam was tucked into the corner of the empty closet when I walked in, and I quickly shuffled in.
“Hey, Adam...”
“Oh, Renna, it’s you... I’m fine with you.”
I blink in the darkness and fight the urge to smile.
“I’m fine with you too...”
He chuckles to himself and sneaks over his hand, finding my hip and snaking to the small of my back.
My breath hitched as his lips found my neck, and I could feel him smile against me.
“What happens in heaven stays in heaven, right?” he purred.
“Y-Yeah. I mean, yes.” He snaked his hands under my shirt and started massaging my breast, pinching my nipples as they hardened and sucking and nipping at my shoulder.
“You smell so good... God, I want more of you... Can I have that? Am I allowed?”
I breathlessly agree, and I start working on undoing my skinny jeans, and he works on his belt and pants.
“Last chance, Gorgeous.”
“You’re wasting time.”
He turned me around, bent me over, having me braced on the wall as he slid in.
“F-fuck.”
“Thanks, Gorgeous...” His inhale was shaky and made my brain melt. “You feel amazing, too.”
Then it was just thrust after thrust. His actions and speed proved the time limit we were on, but his thrusts were deep and merciless, and I fought to stay quiet, but one thrust hit just right.
“Oh~”
His hushed grunts were music to my damn ears.
“Fuck... shh, you have to keep it down, Renna, or do you want Amber to find out?”
“Please. Ju-Just keep going, I’m getting so close, just a little more, please...”
“You want it, you got it.” He starts slamming in harder, and my eyes roll back, arching.
Knock knock.
“Time’s up.”
“No...” I whined.
“Seven minutes was not fucking long enough...” He then pulled out, and I whimpered. We tried to get dressed, but the next knock came, and the door swung open while I tried to button the last few buttons of my shirt.
Amber scoffed, smirking and turning away.
The two lovebirds shuffled out, still trying to fix themselves as they made their way back to the living room. Now it was time to go back to the living room and start the next round.
“Hey, Amber. Are we putting the used names back in?”
“Uh... we can if everyone wants.”
Everyone shrugged, so she tossed the names back in and smiled.
“Round two. Start.” Yuzuki announced it like a game announcer with a silly smile.
“Okay, girls, our turn to be blind. The lucky hot girl going in blind is... Shit... me.” I frowned. Looking at Luke, I watched him shoo me off with a smirk.
Yuzuki basically squealed and dragged me to the closet and slammed the door, my eyes struggling to adjust as I listened to the low boom of the music.
“Fuck...”
I bounded back to the living room, my space buns bouncing as I sprinted down the hallway and took a huge swig of my peach Sprite mix and plucked out a name from the blue bowl.
“Alrighty, boys,” I sang. “Let’s see the lucky man who gets to disappear with a beautiful hostess.”
Unfolding the paper in my hand, I read the name and partially deflated.
“Adam, yay.” My voice was super sarcastic.
I looked at Adam, who was busy shooting Renna a shocked look, and stood up slowly, shrugging, trying to act indifferent.
My attention slid to look at Luke, and I felt my blood run cold.
“Sit.”
The whole room turned to look at Luke, who just growled out the word like Adam had just disrespected him. By the time anyone could react, he was already halfway down the hall.
I scrambled down the hall to the closet, fumbling with my timer app to set seven minutes, and the door was already closed.
“Someone was eager.”
The door opened and closed without much fuss or comment, and it was like my body relaxed.
“Luke.”
“That obvious?” He pulled me closer to him.
I chuckled. “What are the odds?”
“Low. I stole Adam’s turn.” I smiled in the pitch black in response to the obvious growl in his tone.
“That’s cheating...”
“I could give two fucks. I wasn’t going to watch someone else walk into this, even if it was to sit in silence.”
“So greedy.” I shook my head, but that cockiness disappeared as he turned me to face the wall and flipped up my skirt while he undid his belt.
“And?” The sound of his buckle rattling made my heart race. “I don’t hear much complaining.”
My breath hitched as his fingers hooked my underwear and yanked it to the side.
“Any arguments so far?” he purred over my shoulder.
“No.”
“Good.”
When did I get so breathless?
I heard his hand plant itself on the wall beside my head as he pressed into me, and I whimpered. His hand was flirting with the idea of sliding under the hem of my crop top.
“Oh fuck!”
His spare hand came to slap over my mouth, and as he slammed deeper, a blissed-out cry muffled by his hand as he pressed further.
“I need you fucking quiet, princess. You get too loud, and they’ll hear me break you.”
His hand fell from my mouth and came to grip my hair and pull.
“Please, Luke, fuck,” I whispered.
“Princess, I’m going to destroy you; you have no idea how long I waited for this. Take all of me. You know it’s yours already.”
“I—you—Shit. You’re fucking stretching me. Please. I can’t think!”
“I said quiet, baby,” he hissed, his hands finding my hips to slam in deeper and teeth sinking into my shoulder.
I cried out, my cheek pressed against the wall, and Luke sucked his teeth.
“Fine. You wanna be loud...” He pulled me from the wall of the closet and pressed me to the door. “Then let them fucking hear you.”
He now started slamming into me, the door jostling with each thrust.
“Please, Luke. Oh!” It wasn’t long before I came and felt my legs shake.
He pulled out, and I sank to my knees, my legs no longer strong enough to support me.
I heard his breath quake and a deep chuckle rumble in his chest.
“On your knees for me? Oh, you shouldn’t have.”
I took the hint and reached for him, opening my mouth, and felt his hand grip my hair and press me down to the base.
Just outside the door, I heard the jingle of the timer being wound.
Then I heard Luke’s hand lock around the doorknob and the timekeeper’s first knock.
Then the second.
“You’re fine, princess, go ahead.”
Then the doorknob jiggled, but the door didn’t budge.
“Keep going, baby, f-fuck. Finish up.”
I felt his hand leave my head as I slurped just right, muffled grunts clawing out between his fingers, his forehead coming to rest against the door with a bump.
“God, keep going, baby, please. You’re fucking amazing. Yes... Shit.”
“Luke, time’s up, man! Come on!”
The door once again jostled more violently, light flooding in in flashes as he pulled it closed each time. The flashes of light showed how his free forearm was supported on the top bar of the door frame, his eyes were closed, and he was biting his lips to mute any sounds he made, but the door never opened.
“Don’t you fucking dare rush, princess. Keep going, I’m so close, baby.”
I basically purred in response and dragged that climax out of him and swallowed before I casually continued to suck...
“Wait, no, fuck, fuck!” I listened as he collapsed against the door, whimpering and grunting into the door.
They once again tried to pry the door open and failed, only succeeding in illuminating the small space so I could see him looking down at me, eyes glazed over, forehead against the door, and mouth hanging open in heavy pants and shameless grunts.
“Princess, I’m gonna lose it, I—Sh-shit!” His hips bucking and tip pushing into the back of my throat.
I then pulled him out with a sexy pop and felt him shudder.
Stroking slowly as I put on a show, smug now that I knew he was watching.
I stroked slowly from base to tip as I planted kisses everywhere.
“Please. Please, please, please, just—Fuck.” Once again bucking hips as if crying for more friction.
Along both sides.
Up the underbelly.
On the tip, followed by a flick of my tongue.
“Amber!”
Then I went in for one more short round of sucking before I pulled away.
“Now who’s being loud?” I tucked him away back into his pants and boxers, buckling up his belt, and fixed my underwear and hair.
“This door doesn’t open until you’re ready to go, princess.”
“Oh?” I hooked my fingers around his belt. “You’d hold the door for a whole extra round?”
I stayed on my knees, pulling my lipstick out of my bra, and applied it with practiced ease before getting an evil little smirk as he spoke.
“I’d hold the door until you’re satisfied.”
I then pulled up his shirt and kissed his abs as he heaved, then lifted to my feet, leaned him back, and pressed a kiss on the center of his chest before I fixed his shirt.
“So desperate for me.”
“I always have been, princess.”
“Then kneel like you are.” I hooked my hand around the back of his neck and guided him to kneel, the action messy and cramped.
Then I placed the final kiss just shy of his jaw, off to the side of his neck, and bent to kiss him, slowly tapping his wrist so he could release the doorknob.
“Let it open, love, show them what I’ve reduced you to.”
He let the doorknob go, and we kept making out as the door swung open, his hand finding my thigh under my skirt. Ashur almost fell back as the door opened to his pull.
I then ended the kiss, smiled smugly, and got a good look at him as the small group behind me murmured.
He was on his knees, thighs pressed to either side of my ankles, and drunk from my lips.
I then stepped back once so he could have room to rise, and when he hesitated, I smiled wider.
“Just how I like you,” I purred.
He doesn’t know he’s now sporting my lipstick like a private art museum... I can’t wait until he ducks into the bathroom only to see the smudged rings. The thought of him losing it at the sight of the rings made me smile.
“Took you both long enough,” Yuzuki smirked.
Luke then quietly rose and strode past everyone, and I wordlessly followed, only to giggle as I watched him shakily make himself another green apple lemon whiskey, his hand quaking as the cup lifted to his lips.
“Feel free to call me when you want another round, big boy.” I then turned to the party calmly and made eye contact with Ashur. “Ashur, Yuzuki. You two are the only ones left who haven’t gone... to the closet.”
I then stuck my tongue out at Luke, teasingly flicking the tip up, and watched him combust as he buried his face in his cup and upended the contents.
As the three of us marched to the closet, I looked over my shoulder to watch Renna and Adam hound Luke. Adam pointed at Luke’s neck, and his eyes snapped to me, his face flushing. I turned and ducked into the room to orchestrate that last round of this game.
“Enjoy, kiddies.” I then closed the door, set the timer, and listened as they gossiped the entire time until the end.
The time had to be almost up, and being in this closet didn’t feel all too much like torture, the way I thought it would when I first walked in, and part of me regretted not doing something. Anything. Sooner.
“God... You’re actually a really cool woman, Yuzuki.”
“Thank you; you’re not half bad yourself.”
“I always thought you were some quirky sugar-high baker girl... I was fucking wrong. There’s a fire in there.” I leaned in slowly, almost upsettingly slow, my lips finding the crook of her neck, and her breath hitched. Then she giggled, her shoulder and head instinctively pinching together.
“What was that for?”
“What’s an intimate game like this if not for a splash of scandal? Did they kiss, didn’t they kiss? Did they touch, didn’t they touch?”
“I see... just for the scandal, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Then let’s give them scandals to whisper.”
She then straddled one of my thighs and used the rest of our time to make out quietly, her hips grinding against my raised thigh, her thighs squeezing mine as she pretended not to be stealing friction. Eventually, she broke our kiss to wrap her arms around my neck, her face by my ear and solely focused on grinding, her tiny moans and pants low enough only for me to hear as I pressed small kisses just under her ear.
“Don’t stop. Keep riding.”
The first knock.
She groans in protest, and I take hold of her hips and have her continue to grind.
“Ashur.” My name came out in a lust-soaked pant, and I felt my restraint crack slightly.
“Oh. Don’t do that... I will steal you from this party and fuck you through a mattress. Just grind until the door opens, sugar crash.”
“It’s a date.”
Second knock.
Pause.
Then the door slides open, and Amber looks at us with pure shock as Yuzuki turns to the opening, flushed and still perched on my leg.
“I’m borrowing this one.”
She then shakily got to her feet, her heels clicking as she helped me to mine as we disappeared to her car for a quick side quest to her place.
Yuzuki and Ashur, the miracle pair, returned unnaturally calm and put together for how long they were MIA, and I knew for a fact I was about to hear all the details by the way she was glowing...
How interesting.
