Summary: You're only at this wedding with your soon-to- be ex out of pity. When he gets handsy with the bride, you get even with the bartender.
Words: 4.3K
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/tags: smut, cunnilingus, unsafe sex (don't be like them, this is fiction), pussy and penis pronouns, creampie, drinking, a little bit of ass play, Renaldo is a consent king 👑
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The handsome bartender had been eyeing you off all night. The only excitement of the evening, really. You were at a wedding with your boyfriend - his ex’s wedding. You hadn’t wanted to come, didn’t even really want to be with your boyfriend anymore, but you hadn’t felt right about breaking up with him and leaving him dateless for this.
You were considering this wedding date as an act of mercy. Your last outing together before you dumped him next week. You needed someone you could see yourself with long term, and there was no future with someone who was still this hung up on their high school girlfriend. Honestly, it was more than he deserved, you coming here with him.
It became evident to you as the night wore on that he was more than just hung up on his ex. Shared smiles and fleeting touches had been sparking between them all night, and you would have been devastated if you weren’t already one-foot out of the relationship. As it was, though, you couldn’t let this shit slide. Another look passed between them, and you decided enough was enough.
Were you gonna cause a scene at this stranger’s wedding?
No.
What you were gonna do though, was fuck the bartender. Hopefully, anyway.
You slunk away before your ex - because that’s what he was now, whether he knew it or not - realised you were gone, crossing the ballroom to the bar. The dance floor was lit up, full of people dancing to a song you recognised as a popular 80s hit, leaving the bar mostly abandoned.
You slipped onto the barstool closest to where the sexy bartender was working, watching as he shook a martini. You admired the strength in his hands as he prepared and poured the drink, imagining those hands on your thighs, pinning you down as he ate you out.
He was older, probably in his mid forties, with wavy hair. He was wearing a plain gold chain around his neck, but no wedding ring.
The last guest waiting for a drink finally left with a beer, and then the sexy bartender turned towards you.
“What can I get you?” His voice was smooth and slightly flirty as he came to stand in front of you, resting his hands on the counter to lean closer to you to hear you better.
“I was wondering if you could help me find the coat closet?” You asked him. Your tone was just suggestive enough to make it clear that directions weren't what you were asking for at all.
“The coat closet, huh?” The stranger smirked, his eyes flickering to your chest and then your mouth. You licked your lips, and his jaw clenched, his left eyebrow ticking up minutely. “Do you want directions, or do you want me to show you the way?”
“If you could show me the way, that would be amazing.” You truly look at him now, taking in the grey flecked stubble on his jaw, the strong, corded lines of his neck, and the collarbone that peeked out at you from underneath the black polo shirt he wore, the top buttons left undone. The chain, glimmering against his skin under the party lights overhead.
His eyes darkened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Yeah, I reckon I can do that. Santiago, watch the bar for me. I’m going on my break.” He told the younger man working with him, rounding the bar to join you.
You introduced yourself as he rested his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the ballroom and into the hallway of the hotel’s conference floor, backing you into a little alcove just past the open door.
“I’m Renaldo.” He said, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “So where are we going, bonita?”
“To the coat room?” You said, confused. You thought he knew what you'd been getting at.
“This hotel doesn’t have a coat room, bonita.” He smirked, still holding onto your hand. He pressed a kiss higher, almost to your wrist, stepping close to you.
“It doesn’t?” Your breath caught as his lips brushed against you again.
“Nope.”
“Is there anywhere private we can go?”
“Now you’re talking.” Reynaldo leered up at you. “You wanna hook up?”
“I thought we both knew that's what this was?”
“I like to be clear, sweetheart. Would you like to get a room?” He kissed higher up your arm, whiskery stubble tickling your inner elbow.
“I really would, but I left my purse in my boy-well, my ex-boyfriend’s room. I don’t have a key.”
He didn’t even pause. “You in a relationship, nena?” He kissed up your shoulder now.
“Not anymore. You see the bride flirting with a guy who isn’t the groom tonight?”
He grimaced. “I did.”
“Yeah, that’s the guy. I was gonna break up with him anyway.”
He shrugged. “Okay. Let’s go find a room.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“Don’t need it. I’ll grab us a key.” He winked. “But first…”
He cupped your face, leaning in to kiss you. It was a teasing hint of things to come, lips and just the barest hint of tongue.
It was enough to feel a spark between you. And enough to know that if this guy fucked half as good as he kissed, you were in for a good time tonight.
A few minutes later found you and Renaldo in the elevator, a pilfered room key in his tattooed hand. Perks of working at the hotel, he'd explained. He’d also stolen a bottle of champagne for you both to share, from the “make the guests happy” stash in the storage room behind the front desk.
You were acutely aware of how close he was standing to you as the elevator made its way up to the 5th floor. Could feel the heat radiating off him as he took your hand, leading you out of the elevator and down the hallway.
He unlocked the room, holding the door open and letting you go inside first. Then, he hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the lever, giving you a wink. “Just in case.” He said, locking the door and dropping the key on the floor and following you further into the room.
“Drink?” He asked, lifting the champagne bottle.
“Sure.” You said, sitting on the counter of the small kitchenette. “I don’t need a glass, if you don’t.”
“Is that so, nena?” He said, opening the bottle, thumbing the cork out with a ‘pop’. “I thought you didn’t like to share?”
You laughed at the jab about your ex boyfriend. “I was about to dump him anyway.”
“Let’s drink to that then.” He said, taking a swig of champagne before passing you the bottle.
You sipped at the pricy bottle of champagne, wondering what made it so different from the cheap ones you liked.
Renaldo's dark eyes watched you, taking in the image of you sitting on the counter. You passed the champagne back and forth a few times, draining half of the bottle as you made small talk and discussed contraception. He admitted he didn't have a condom, but said he could go and track one down, but that he was tested regularly and was clean.
You were too, and had always used condoms with your ex. You had an IUD, too.
Fuck it.
“Don't worry about the condom.” You decided.
“Hell yeah.” He said, taking another mouthful of champagne, passing the bottle to you.
You took a large sip, then set the bottle down on the counter, gesturing for him to step in between your legs. He followed your lead, coming to stand between your thighs, your legs bracketing his hips. Terms of engagement now agreed upon, you were ready to feel this man against you.
His hands settled on your waist, large and warm your back as he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft against yours, his shoulders broad and strong as you gripped them for balance, deepening the kiss. He hummed into your mouth, tilting his head, his strong nose brushing against yours as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
The kiss was slow and sensual, and surprisingly intimate considering this man was a stranger to you. He was a phenomenal kisser, knowing just the right amount of tongue, the right amount to give and tease before backing off and making you work for more.
Your ex’s kisses were overwhelming and inept. Fumbling and hesitant. Renaldo was the complete opposite. Confident, practiced, competent. You were already incredibly turned on, and all he’d done so far was kiss you.
“That ex of yours didn’t take care of you, did he?”
“Not really, no.”
“Well no wonder you were getting rid of him. Did he even eat pussy?”
“He…tried?”
“Jesus.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Young men these days. When’s the last time you had someone who knows what they’re doing, bonita?”
“It’s been a while.” You frowned. Actually, it had been a really fucking long time.
He brought his hands to your face, cupping your jaw. Both of his thumbs rubbed at your frown, coaxing your lips upwards into a smile as you giggled at the gesture.
“There, that’s more like it. Pretty girl like you should be getting all the pleasure she wants. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.” He kissed you deeply again, pressing his bulge into you and groaning at the friction as you rolled your hips in retaliation.
“Fix it, huh? What’re you planning?”
“Well,” he said, offering you a hand to help you down from the counter. “I was thinking about stripping you naked, pressing those thighs open against the mattress and eating that pretty little cunt until you forget that boy’s name. Then…” he reached down to grab at his bulge through his work pants and jerked it once, twice. “Then I’ll give you this dick til you forget your name.”
“That’s a good fucking plan.” You said, knees weakening as his words sunk in.
He guided you to the bed, helping you out of your dress before stripping quickly as you shuffled onto the bed. You watched him strip, eyes drawn to his impressive arms. His broad shoulders and narrow waist was driving you wild, but what really ruined you was his cock. It hung thick, long and proud between his legs, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet.
You bit your lip in admiration.
He crawled onto the mattress, bringing the length of his body to hover over you, chain dangling from his neck, swinging gently above you, caressing your chest as he settled in, chest resting against yours. He kissed you again, coaxing your mouth open with lips and tongue, kissing you passionately. His cock brushed against your slit as he did, and you both groaned, hips seeking each other out again automatically.
“It’s diabolical how gorgeous you are beneath me, bonita.” He kissed down your neck, nose dragging a line down to your collarbone. He inhaled deeply at your pulse point. “You smell so fucking good, nena. Like expensive perfume and cunt.” He inhaled again, a small, pleased sound falling from his mouth.
“I smell like cunt?” You weren’t sure that was a compliment.
“Believe me, bonita, that’s a good thing. Your sweet cunt smells amazing. I need a taste.” His low voice rumbled in your ear, giving you goosebumps. He chuckled softly at your reaction, still on his path down your body. His stubble scraped deliciously over your tits as he kissed and nuzzled them, before his strong tongue sucked your nipple into his mouth, the pressure of his sucks almost bruising and making you gasp and moan, threading a hand in his hair.
“Renaldo! Fuck, that feels...” You gasped, gripping at his curly hair.
He grinned against your skin, kissing his way down to your pubic bone.
“Do you want my mouth, baby?” He asked, hands coming to rest on your thighs. You nodded, and he made a pleased sound, pushing your legs to either side, making room for his wide shoulders to fit between them. The weight of his hands turned into a firm grip, holding you to the mattress as he pressed his nose to your seam, using the tip to part your folds, inhaling deeply.
“Mmm, like I said. Smells amazing.” His tongue came out to dart in the gap made by his nose, licking the same trail his nose had just followed. “Tastes amazing too.”
He spent the next few minutes kissing, licking and sucking everywhere but where you really wanted him to, and eventually you cracked and begged for more.
“Please, Renaldo!” You felt desperate, needed him to stop teasing you.
“You give up quick, bonita, begging for it already.” His lips quirked up, the expression bringing out the dimple in his cheek. “I suppose it has been a while, hasn’t it?” He said sympathetically. “I’ll stop teasing.”
Before you could respond, he was eating your pussy with fervor, tongue rolling and flicking against your clit. A desperate, keening noise burned up your throat, your fists gripping at the sheets so you didn’t pull his hair.
He pulled back, tutting and reaching for your hands. “No, nena. If you need to hold onto something while I eat this pretty cunt, you hold onto me.” He ordered lowly, bringing your hands to his hair.
“What if I pull your hair?”
“Then I’m doing it right.”
He brought his mouth to you again, working you until your breath caught. One of his hands released your leg, skimming down your leg to touch your cunt. He traced your lips, feather light touch making you squirm and beg him to stop teasing you again.
“Please, Renaldo! I need something inside me.”
He clicked his tongue. “Poor girl, needs something to come around, huh?” He slipped two fingers inside you, curling and pressing with purpose and making you whine. “Don’t worry pobrecita, I’ll make you come around my fingers and then you can do it on my cock.”
His tongue launched a focused assault on your clit as his fingers pressed that spot inside of you, making your legs shake as your orgasm fast approached. Your hands tightened in his hair, making him growl in approval.
“Fuuuuckkkk, Renaldo, right there, ohmygod, please-” Your voice gave out on you as the sensations crescendoed, your orgasm hitting you with a gut-punching intensity.
His mouth worked you through the waves of your orgasm, slowing but not stopping until you gently nudged his head away.
“You sound pretty screaming my name, nena.” He said, wiping his face on the sheet before kissing his way back up to your mouth. “Can I kiss you?”
You’d never had a guy ask that after eating you out before. It was nice to be asked, even though it didn’t bother you.
His breath tickled your face, and in lieu of a verbal answer, you used the hand still fisted in his hair to pull him to your mouth.
Even though you’d just come, the feeling of him settling on top of you, the pleasing weight of him pressing you into the mattress, made you desperate to feel him inside you.
“Need you to fuck me.” You begged, dragging your teeth down his earlobe, tugging on it gently.
“Ok, nena, roll over for me.” He moved, letting you roll onto your stomach. He shifted onto his knees, planting his legs on either side of yours. His hands came to rest on your ass, giving it a squeeze and a slap. “Look at the bounce of that ass.” He let out a pleased growl, slapping it again, a little harder, then squeezed it. “Fuckin perfect.”
His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, parting them to get a peek at your pussy. You heard him make a pleased hum, then the wet sensation of his spit hit your puckered hole and dripped down to your cunt.
“Can I play with your asshole a little, bonita?” His thumbs drew circles on your ass as he waited for a response, teasing close to your puckered hole.
You considered it for a second.
“I’ve never-”
“That’s okay, bonita. Forget I asked.” He said, fingers dipping down to stroke your clit, drawing slippery circles on your cunt.
“Maybe next time?” You offered - now that he’s put the thought in your head, it was starting to sound kind of intriguing.
“Hmm, I like the sound of a next time.” He said, taking himself in-hand. “Are you ready for my cock, nena?”
“So ready,” you pressed back against him. “C’mon.” You urged.
“Shhh, it’s coming, pobrecita.” He soothed, pressing the tip to your spit-covered cunt. “Relax for me. He’s a big boy.”
That line would have felt sleazy to you if this man wasn’t otherworldly levels of hot. Instead, your cunt was weeping, aching to pull him in.
He notched himself properly inside you, just far enough that he could let go of his cock and lower himself onto his forearms, resting on top of your prone form. His voice was low and close to your ear, his whole body blanketing yours as he pushed inside of you.
“Feel so fucking good around my cock, baby. Letting me in so well. Letting me fuck you raw.”
“A dick like that is too pretty to cover up.”
“Hmm, you think my dick is pretty?”
“Yeah, pretty fucking huge.”
He huffed a breathy, amused noise next to your ear. “Yeah, he's a big boy. Gonna show you how I use him now.”
You would have cringed at that line too, but then he started moving and all higher thought ceased. The slow drag of his thrusts stoked a low fire in your belly as he nudged your g spot and cervix alternately. Prone as you were underneath him, you could barely move. You tried to gain some leverage with your toes, pushing yourself forward a little bit so you could push back against him as he rocked back into you.
“You need it harder, nena?” He pressed a hot, sucking kiss to your neck.
You nodded.
“Words, baby. Say it for me.”
“Fuck me harder, please baby.”
“Atta girl.” He pushed up on his hands, leaning back and gaining more leverage to put a little force behind his thrusts. He pulled you up by your hips, and you settled onto all fours in front of him.
He pushed back inside you, the sound of clapping flesh ringing out into the room, his balls slapping against the backs of your thighs as he pounded into you.
“Like this, bonita?”
You could hear the smugness dripping from his voice, but you had to concede that he was right; he did know how to use his dick.
“Just like that.” You moaned, rocking back into him. “Can you…”
“What do you want, baby? What can I give you? Don’t get all shy on me now.” He coaxed, spanking your ass again. The startle of the slap made you clench around him involuntarily, and he growled, doing it again. “Fuck, you’re so responsive.”
“Can you…maybe play with my ass a little?”
“Oh? I can do that, baby. Did ole’ Renaldo get you to thinking about it, huh?”
“Yeah, you did.” You admitted, and he made a pleased noise.
“That’s my girl.” He praised, pausing his thrusts to part your cheeks and spit on your hole again.
He started moving again, slower than before so he could take his time with you. His thumb circled and teased the flesh around your hole, getting whisper-close before retreating.
When he finally brought his thumb to your hole, you weren't expecting it. He traced it, circling the spit into the wrinkled skin before pressing inside.
“How are you feeling, nena?”
“Fuck, ‘sgood. Weird.” You moaned, feeling his thumb stretch you inside, pushing past the internal ring of muscle.
He increased the speed of his thrusts, his thumb moving in the opposite pattern to his cock so you never felt empty.
“Such a good girl, baby. Letting me do this to you. Asking for what you want.” He praised. “Touch yourself for me. Want you to come on this cock.”
You tried to bring a hand to your clit, but kept losing your balance, a little too tipsy to balance on one hand while being railed like this.
Renaldo saw your struggle and clicked his tongue, slapping your hand away gently.
“Not to worry, baby. Renaldo can multitask.” He said smugly, sucking on two fingers of his free hand and bringing it around your front to swirl the slick moisture around your clit.
You keened, a high desperate noise leaving your mouth.
“I know, I know.” He soothed. “It's a lot, isn't it?”
“Mmm, so fucking close, fuck.”
“Yeah, c'mon. Give it to me. Soak my fucking cock baby.”
You moaned wordlessly, whole body tightening and releasing in rolling waves of tension as you came the hardest you ever had, soaking his fingers and clenching both your holes around him.
“That’s it, nena. Atta girl, squeezing me like that. Where do you want it, baby? I’m gonna come.” He withdrew his thumb from you, grabbing your hips hard as he railed into you.
“Anywhere you want,” you said breathily.
“A dangerous offer, bonita. You’d let me fill up this pretty little cunt?”
“If you wanted.” You answer honestly. You knew you shouldn’t; shouldn’t even be having sex without a condom in the first place.
“Such a good little slut, huh? How many men have you let come inside you before, hmm?”
“One.” You answer honestly.
“Well, now I have to fill you up. Look at you, so desperate to be filled you’d let a stranger do it.”
“Not desperate for just anyone. Wouldn’t let anyone.”
“Of course not, bebita.” He smirked, slapping your ass again. “Mm, feels so fucking good when you squeeze me like that.”
You did it again, twice in quick succession, making him twitch inside you.
“Jesus, baby. You want this cum, don’t you?” He picked up the pace, growling and smacking your ass again when you clenched around him. “Last chance to change your mind, sweetheart.”
“Come for me.” You encouraged him, throwing it back to meet his thrusts. “Wanna feel it.”
“Filthy fuckin girl.” He growled out, thrusting hard once, twice more, pressing hard against your cervix as he finally exploded, shooting ropes and ropes of cum deep into your cunt.
He pulled out gently, admiring the pearlescent string that connected the two of you from cock to cunt.
You both flopped onto the mattress, laying side by side and sharing lazy kisses as you came down from your shared high.
“Is that what you needed, bonita?” He asked sweetly, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Yeah,” you agreed, hands tracing the whorls of stubble on his jaw. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” He winked, pulling the covers over you both.
Early the next morning, you both stumbled into the hallway, bleary-eyed and still slightly buzzed from the champagne you’d finished off together after round three at some ungodly hour.
At the opposite end of the hallway, you spotted the room you’d booked with your ex. A man was sneaking out of the room, kissing your ex goodbye.
“What the fuck?” You said to yourself, the words carrying through the quiet hallway. You hadn’t even known your ex was into men. He’d always been so weird about you being bisexual, you'd never realised that it might be more about him than you. “Well I might as well get my stuff back now.”
Renaldo nodded, following you down the hall.
You reached the kissing couple, clearing your throat, making them startle apart.
“We can explain.” The man who had been kissing your ex said hastily, turning around with a guilty look.
Renaldo held his hand up. “Don’t worry, Domingo. She was gonna dump this loser anyway.”
“Renaldo!” The younger man exclaimed.
“You two know each other?” You asked.
“He’s my younger brother.” Renaldo explained.
“Ah.”
Domingo looked at you apologetically and you waved his concern away. After all, you’d technically cheated too last night.
You shrugged in agreement. “Don’t worry, it’s true, I was gonna dump him.”
Your ex was stunned speechless.
“So, uhhh. I’m just gonna grab my stuff.” You said, looking to Renaldo to see what he was going to do.
“Take your time, nena. Then we can have breakfast? My treat?”
“Sounds perfect.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your ex had finally found his words, apparently, following you into the room as you gathered your purse and overnight bag.
“Are we really gonna do this?” You asked him, quirking an eyebrow.
Your ex visibly deflated as he realised the absurdity of the situation.
“Yeah, I guess not. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
You looked from your ex, out to the hallway where Renaldo stood, hands in his pockets as he waited for you.
“You know what…I’m not. But uh, no hard feelings?”
“Uh, sure.” He said, watching you leave.
“Bye Kelvin!’
“It's Kevin!”
“Oops, sorry Kevin. I guess I forgot.”
Renaldo laughed silently, shoulders shaking with amusement as you shared a knowing look.
“Let’s get out of here.” Renaldo said, pressing the button for the elevator. “I could kill for some espresso.”
Bernard Picart (or Picard) - Rinaldo and Armida in the Enchanted Garden (1724)
The verses in French at the bottom of the engraving read:
Séduit par de Magiques Charmes
Le vaillant RENAUD s’amollit
Et loin du tumulte des Armes
Dans le repos s’ensevelit.
Orgueilleuse de sa Conqueste
ARMIDE rit et ne voit pas
Le Guerrier caché qui s’appreste
A l’Enlever d’entre ses bras.
Which translates:
Seduced by magical charms,
The valiant Renaud [=Rinaldo] grows soft,
And far from the tumult of arms
He buries himself in repose.
Proud of her conquest,
Armida laughs and does not see
The warrior hidden nearby, preparing
To snatch him from her arms.
'The warrior' here refers to the two soldiers of Rinaldo who eventually rescue him from the charms of Armida; we see them hiding in the bushes.
To my knowledge, this engraving is one of the earliest in which Armida’s mirror is depicted as flat rather than convex.
The story of the crusader Rinaldo and the sorceress Armida was immensely popular in the 17th and 18th centuries, and the plot would have been familiar to any literate person of the time, including the role the mirror played in it.
Today, almost everything has to be explained, even to fairly educated people. I once wrote a short post about this story and its mirrors - A & R, or the Mirror of Myth(Making)
