You were staring off into space at the couples on the dance floor at the wedding reception, sitting alone at a table.
Everyone you’d been chatting with already came with someone or had paired off with another guest, but you weren’t really bothered by it.
“You look like you want to dance. Care to join me?” a man with a smooth British accent asked from beside you.
You were startled, jumping a bit, before you glanced over at him.
He was almost ridiculously good-looking. You couldn’t decide whether to focus on his striking pale blue gaze, bright smile, or how stunning he looked in his slate blue waistcoat and pastel pink undershirt.
“I, uh, yeah,” you answered a bit awkwardly, wondering why he was paying attention to you, of all the guests.
You’d been so taken aback by him that you didn’t make a move to get up as he looked down at you expectantly.
“Well, come on then.” He extended his hand to you to help you to your feet from the chair.
You took it, hoping he didn’t notice your slightly clammy palm.
If he had, he chose not to comment on it. He didn’t let go of your hand as you walked over to the dance floor, a faster paced song fading into a slow one.
“I don’t really dance,” you admitted.
“Good thing you don’t need to.” He placed your hands over his shoulders and took you by your waist, starting to sway with you slowly. “See, nothing to it.”
“I don’t know. Hopefully, I don’t step on your feet,” you joked.
“That’s a risk I’m willing for the chance to dance with the prettiest girl here,” he told you with a smile.
You couldn’t help but return his smile as you felt a blush spreading across your cheeks and down your neck. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from the most gorgeous guy here.”
“Thanks.” He looked at you, thoughtful.
You couldn’t help but wonder what was on his mind. “What are you thinking about?”
“Honestly,” you confirmed.
“Not to be too forward, but wondering how far that blush goes down,” he confessed.
You bit your lip for a moment, deliberating. “Would you like to find out?”
“I’d like nothing more,” he responded. “Do you need to let anyone know you’re leaving?”
You shook your head. “I came by myself.”
“If things work out for me tonight, you won’t be coming by yourself later,” he said, with a smirk.
You laughed as he took your hand again and led you out of the reception hall, into the late evening.
He walked with you toward the parking area. “Did you drive here?”
“No, I took an Uber,” you replied.
“I did, so one less thing to worry about. Just let me text my mum real quick and tell her I won’t be stopping by tonight after all.” He let go of your hand and pulled out his phone.
“I’m not keeping you from your family, am I?” you asked, concerned.
“No, you’re fine. I’ve spent most of the last week with them. It's been a while since I've spent some time with a pretty girl, so this is well overdue," he reassured you.
"With how gorgeous and charming you are? I'm surprised," you commented.
"I keep pretty busy with work," he explained simply, putting his phone away, taking your hand, and starting to walk again.
After considering it, you decided not to ask him what he did, since you weren’t sure if trying to get to know someone was good form for a random wedding hookup.
You ended up in front of a BMW. He apparently had a decent job, doing whatever it was he did.
He opened the passenger side door for you.
“Thank you,” you told him, a bit surprised that he was being such a gentleman.
He got in on the driver’s side and started the car. “So, your place or mine?”
You shrugged. “Whichever. My place for the moment is a hotel room.”
“I have roommates, so that’d give us some more privacy,” he said. “Not that I’m ashamed of them seeing you or anything like that. You’re quite the catch, darling.”
“Aww, thanks.” You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. “You’re very sweet, and most definitely hot enough that you wouldn’t even have to be.”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t say that, but thank you. Where are you staying?”
“It’s not far. Give me a second, I’ll set up the GPS on my phone,” you offered.
After you were finished, the GPS started guiding him toward the hotel.
“I haven’t really done this random hookup thing before, so I’m not sure about the rules, like what’s okay to talk about,” you admitted.
He glanced over at you for a moment. “I’ll let you in on something, love. I haven’t done it either, at least not without some liquid courage coursing through my veins.”
Your brows knitted in confusion. “If you don’t do this, then why me?”
“I meant it when I said you were the prettiest girl at the wedding. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you after I noticed you at the ceremony. I would’ve talked to you sooner, but I thought you were there with the bloke sitting next to you,” he explained.
“Oh!” You laughed. “I’m definitely not with him. He’s a hundred percent gay, just affectionate with his friends.”
“Figured as much when he flirted with me at the reception, but I don’t swing that way,” he said. “He did tell me you were available, though, and encouraged me to go for it because, uh, how did he put it... you probably hadn’t seen a dick since that one time at Rocky Horror.”
You covered your face at the embarrassing memory. “Oh god, did he tell you that story? Please tell me didn’t.”
“Nope. He said to ask you if I wanted to know it, and I’ll admit I’m curious, especially now,” he told you.
“No. Well, let me think about it,” you conceded.
He reached down to squeeze your hand as he turned into the hotel parking lot. “If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. I won’t pressure you.”
You very much wanted to kiss him at that moment, but you resisted. “I appreciate that.”
After he parked, you led him through the hotel to your room, pulling the keycard out of your clutch. Your hands were shaking slightly as you opened the door.
He noticed. “Hey, we don’t have to do this, if you’re not sure about it.”
“I want to. I definitely want to. I’m just nervous. I’m sure you’ve noticed you’re extremely hot, and I’m...me?” you eventually finished.
“You mean you’re also extremely hot, and already have me hard as hell before we’ve even kissed?” he responded.
Your mouth dropped open slightly in surprise. “Really?”
“I can show you, since you apparently haven’t seen a dick since that one time at Rocky Horror,” he teased.
“There’s that smile I like to see.” He placed a hand on the side of your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Would it be alright if I kissed you now?”
He leaned forward to touch his lips to yours in a chaste kiss, fingers running through the hair framing your face.
You moaned softly at even that little bit of contact, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips and tangle it with yours.
The kiss quickly turned heated, and he started backing you up toward the bed.
You kicked off your heels before they could trip you as you moved backward and let him lower you down onto the edge of the mattress.
He shoved your dress up around your waist and tugged your panties off before lowering himself onto the floor on his knees, between your legs.
“Are you sure you want to?” you asked.
“More than anything,” he reassured you.
With those words, he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning against your skin at the taste of you.
His tongue and lips focused expertly on your clit, drawing more moans from you, while he slid one, then two, long fingers inside you, curling them as they stroked in and out.
You buried your fingers in his perfectly styled hair, thoroughly messing it up, as he brought you closer to your peak.
When he unexpectedly added a third finger, the stretch sent you over the edge into an intense climax, your fingers tugging his hair and thighs tightening around his head.
You were sure the neighboring rooms could hear the practically feral sounds you were making as he kept pleasuring you well after your high had passed.
Curiosity led you not to stop him as he continued to use his mouth and fingers until it was almost painful, bordering on too much that you couldn’t stand it anymore.
You were glad you hadn’t stopped him when the point of overstimulation turned into a second, even more powerful, orgasm that was practically an out of body experience.
He gently worked you through the aftershocks, and you finally pushed his head away.
After he withdrew his fingers, he looked up at you. He was breathing as heavily as you were, his grinning face glistening with your wetness.
“God, you’re really, really good at that. Thank you,” you told him after your breathing evened out.
“Believe me when I say it was no hardship on my part,” he responded, wiping his face off on his hand. “Going down on a woman who’s really into it the way you were is better than almost anything else.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” You pushed yourself to sit up on the edge of the bed next to him. “I think it’s my turn to return the favor. So, what was this you said earlier about showing me your dick?”
“Well, there are unfortunately one, possibly two, problems with that,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, concerned.
“This is kind of embarrassing, but one, you made me come in my pants with how hot that was, so there’s not much to see right now. And two, I don’t have any condoms on me, so unless you have any on you…” he trailed off.
You shook your head. “I wasn’t planning on meeting anyone here.”
“There are technically plenty of things we could do without them, but I’d really like to fuck you tonight, and I won’t do that without any protection. No offense to you personally,” he said.
“None taken. I wouldn’t either,” you told him.
“Well, we could get presentable again, stop by a chemist’s to grab some, and by the time we get back here, I should be good to go again. How does that sound?” he suggested as he stood up.
“And I’ll tell you the Rocky Horror story while we do that,” you said.
He helped you to your feet again, and then walked toward the vanity mirror to tame his hair. “I’m all ears, darling.”
“Okay, so, this one time,” you started.
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@hoforhaz this is awesome. And is I'm wanting to find out the Rocky Horror story.
