It's My Party

Happy Birthday, Sid! (Oh who am I kidding, this was all for me.)
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Sidney said hello to twenty people on his way out. He nodded and smiled and practically ran from the room. Then he ducked quickly into the next door.

The ballroom was piled with extra banquet equipment – stacks of chairs, 6 foot folding tables, heaps of linens. It was really just a third of the space, portioned by a retractable dividing wall. On the other side was a gala Penguins new arena opening event with almost 200 people mingling over cocktail hour. The lights were already dimmed by the energy efficient building. Halfway across the floor, Hannah’s back was turned. She stood in front of a round dining table. Sidney locked the ballroom door then crossed the space to her like a man on a mission.

He’d marked her the moment she came into the room. She’d been at the recent events – the Winter Classic press conference, christening the ice at the new arena. Tonight, a hundred people wanted to meet him and she just walked on by. Her shoulder-length brown hair was a pile of curly ringlets, bouncing in time with the sway of her hips beneath a silvery-blue satin dress.

His hands spun her shoulders. Before she was still, his tongue was in her mouth. She squeaked in surprise, trying to draw a breath around the assault taking place on her lips. Sidney’s grip on her arm was unbreakable while his other hand groped roughly at her breast. He stepped forward and pressed her against the edge of the table. One knee slid between hers and rocked back and forth, forcing her feet apart.

His eyes tracked her as he spoke to other guests. She met his gaze every few minutes – she never seemed surprised to find him looking right at her. Half a smile caught the corner of her lip every time. Perfect little cupid’s bow lips, stained slightly red like a shiny apple. Like they’d been made for something other than talking.


She tasted like cold mint from the mojito he’d seen her sipping next door. As he slid the hem of her dress up one thigh he smiled inwardly – he’d guessed her stockings were only thigh-high. The pad of his thumb traced the skin just above the lace band, earning a small shudder from her stomach.

She looks like fun, he’d thought. And fun was just what he required to get through this event. Everyone here needed something from him. Now he had a plan to get what he needed, and just the way he wanted it. His voice spouted sports clichés while his mind peeled that shimmery dress from her soft, ripe skin. She would look great bent over a table somewhere, or up against a stall in the locker room. No no, I’m taking her right next door.

Hannah wrapped an arm around his colossal shoulders to steady herself. As his hand moved farther up she couldn’t help but spread her legs wider. Sidney took every inch of space. His thumb tracked down toward her panties. It was still a little tough to breathe, both from how hard he was kissing and how closely he was touching. The faint spice of bourbon lingered on his tongue. She was surprised he’d been drinking anything in front of an audience.

By the time she’d finally passed close enough for him to speak, he’d fucked her twenty times in his mind. “Next door, ten minutes,” he’d whispered into a whiff of her perfume.

Sidney pinched her nipple through her shirt. Her skirt was all the way up now and Sid was firmly stationed between her thighs, grinding his erection against her exposed underwear. When she gasped, his whole body twitched. Then he stepped back.

“Hannah,” he growled, “get on your knees. I want to put that perfect little mouth to work.”

She took the order and slid down from the table’s edge. He was already working on his zipper. As she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, Sidney lifted the hair from her neck and held it in a ponytail behind her head. She licked the first drop of liquid from the tip, then slid her lips around his girth and went for it.

Sidney used her hair like a steering wheel. He sped her up, meeting her lips with a thrust of his hips that threatened to gag her. Sid seemed to sense her hesitation and pushed her head into his lap. Hannah drew in a deep breath through her nose as the head of his penis pressed against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex spasmed, she almost coughed and then Sidney did it again.

“Look at me,” he said, and she looked up. His dress shirt was wrinkled where it had been tucked into his pants. The gel in his short, dark hair made it shiny in the low lighting. His deep brown eyes were molten with lust and greedily took in the sight of Hannah swallowing his cock.

Hannah twisted her tongue around his shaft like she was tracing the line on an ice cream swirl. He got harder every time she took him deep. Sidney’s breathing started to catch. He pulled her hair quickly, jerking her back and forth as he fucked her mouth hard. Hannah concentrated on breathing and the feeling ramping up in his body. Suddenly Sid froze, his hand locking her head into place. She felt him tremble on her tongue then a hot splash of liquid spilled from the end of his cock. Sidney reminded himself that hundreds of people were probably wondering where he’d gone, and he certainly couldn’t let them hear this.  She quickly swallowed as he spurted again, then a last time.

“Clean me off,” he said quietly, but with authority. Hannah slowly raked her tongue up the sides of his pulsing penis. Then she cupped her lips over the head, pulling a few times on his highly sensitive ridge, and pushing the tip of her tongue onto the sweet spot just below the underside. He sucked in a breath and backed away from her a step.

“On the table,” he commanded.

Hannah stood and Sidney practically threw her onto her back. He wrenched her skirt up around her waist, running his hands over the lace at the top of her stockings and straight into her crotch. Not a moment’s hesitation before his thumb was pressed to her clit like it was the launch button on the space shuttle. She gasped.

“You like that?” he leaned over her, speaking closely. “Show me. Touch yourself.”

He gave her some room. Hannah slowly slid her hand between her legs, tracing the outline of her panties. She’d already soaked through the fabric. As she tweaked her swollen clit she knew exactly what Sidney had felt when he touched her. Now he stood a few steps away, gently massaging his exhausted penis. Those dark eyes flashed as she slid a finger under the strip of lace and inside her hot folds. Another finger followed. Then her thumb grazed over her clit. He put a finger to his lips, reminding her to be silent.

She thought of his hands, his fingers and willed him to hurry. He wanted to do this himself and frankly the waiting was torture. But she’d do what he wanted to get what she wanted. The image of those eyes meeting hers as his tongue moved in the place of her fingers overwhelmed her. Hannah’s back arched and she tossed her head back onto the table.

“You want me,” his voice appeared next to her. She opened her eyes to see him standing alongside her prone body. His gaze swept down over her exposure. His arm was moving quickly now, jerking his fist along the length of his cock. He’d be ready soon, she knew. And he’d better hurry.

“Tell me Hannah, do you ever touch yourself and think of me? Home alone in your big, empty bed, thinking about what I would do to you? How it would feel to have me inside you?” He put his face right over hers. “Do you dream of fucking me, Hannah?”

She nodded.

“In your little fantasy, do I make you cum nice and hard? Make you scream?”

She nodded again. He smiled.

“What about at work, Hannah? Ever get wet watching me skate? Ever have to excuse yourself to the bathroom because you saw me working out?” Tiny beads of sweat dotted his brow. He was drawing this out, torturing them both. Again, Hannah nodded.

“And when you came here tonight, another boring work function, did you think for a second that you might end up trembling on a table, waiting for me to fuck you senseless?”

She just smiled at that. He lifter her leg into the air and stepped between her thighs. With a tug under her knees, he slid her ass right to the edge of the table. The tip of his cock pressed right into her, just an inch, and he groaned softly as the heat and pressure took hold.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Fuck me, Sidney.”

He slowly slid inside her, breathing deeply as he moved inch by inch until his entire length had been claimed by her hot core. It was a surprisingly gentle gesture. He rocked, then again, her body expanding to welcome his throbbing mass. Sidney hooked her feet behind his back and angled his hips downward. Then he stroked. Hannah almost blacked out. Sidney touched every imaginable part of her body. She grabbed at his hard, wide, chest but found no traction over his shirt. Her hands gripped a bicep, but the taut muscle flexing only heightened her arousal. Finally she slid her hands down his back and over his perfect, sculpted ass. She dug her fingers in and held o.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured.

Sidney drove himself inside the tight folds. Hannah squeezed him hard, forcing him to work his length in and out, never stopping the rush of sensation flying around his body. Blood pounded in his ears. He clenched her hips as he moved deeper and faster with every stroke.

A small noise broke his reverie. Hannah was tossing around on the table, clearly deriving pleasure from the same source as Sidney. When he swung hard, he watched her eyelashes flutter. As he bottomed out, balls deep inside her, she sobbed out a soft cry.

He pressed his hand over her mouth. Her eyes went wide in alarm that she’d almost given them away. Still stifling her voice, Sidney gave her an extra hard thrust that made her bite down on his palm. It blurred the edges of his world – his self-control slipped a notch and a rush of feeling flooded into his lap.
Hannah took the tip of one of Sidney’s fingers between her lips then sucked it right into her mouth. The skin was slightly rough from his hockey gloves. It felt manly, like his hands were capable and strong. His cock certainly was. When he felt the heat from her mouth, he drew his finger slowly over her bottom lip before kissing the same spot. As his tongue slipped back inside her mouth, their pace quickened.
Sidney’s mind still strove for endurance, but his body was failing. So many deep, hard thrusts and so much wet, hot sensation was ripping away his control over his body. And his ego was humming victoriously – he wanted to bury a hot load inside Hannah’s tight little pussy. But she had to go first.

Hannah wrapped her arms fully around his back. He did the same and lifted her right off the table. Using his knitted hands as leverage, Sid bounced Hannah up and down on his dick, matching stroke for stroke of his own momentum. Hannah gasped and bit down on his shoulder. The new angle was forcing the ridge of his penis into her g-spot on every pass. It built hard and fast. She hadn’t been off the table two minutes before her body started to vibrate like a guitar being strummed.

“Come for me,” Sidney whispered, a little worried he wouldn’t make it much longer. “Fuck me so hard you want to….”

She arched her back and threw her chest against his. All her weight rested in his hands and on his dick, forcing him into her deepest point. Her orgasm twisted Sidney’s up like the chains on a swing. As her hips bucked and her body rolled, he lost his grip.

“Oh god,” he breathed as the dam broke and he burst inside her. His dick pounded against her hot walls as the tremors beat themselves into her body, chasing the last of the sticky liquid from his tank. He stood, holding her, panting and trembling. When she lifted her head from his shoulder, she smiled.

“Better that you imagined?” he asked with a cocky smile on his face.

“Practice makes perfect,” she smirked.

He set her ass down on the table, hips angled back so he could draw his penis out. It was tender and knew he’d be sore tomorrow. Good thing he’d mastered mind over matter, because he planned to remember this every chance he got.

She shook out her hair and adjusted her straps. Her skin was flushed, her curls a little tangled. Still Sid thought he’d be the only one to tell the difference. He looked at his watch – they’d been gone 25 minutes. Definitely time to go back. Shirt tucked and tie straightened, he led her across the room. Just before they reached the door, he turned to her.

Sidney cracked an honest, boyish grin – the one she knew so well. The arrogant lust was gone from his eyes, replaced by the kindness they usually showed. He cleared his throat, suddenly awkward, and leaned in as if what they’d just done could now hear them talking.

“How’d I do?” he whispered.

“That was hot, baby,” she slipped her hand into his. “I like it when you’re in charge.”

He laughed. “You’d never let me be in charge if it wasn’t my birthday.”

Hannah kissed him slowly on the mouth.

“Just wait till you see what I want for my birthday,” she said, reaching for the handle.
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