My best friend asked for a Charloe NYE story and I couldn't deny her (or myself) that joy ;) I only read it twice through, so I apologize for any mistakes you may find. Hope you enjoy it either way. This one was particularly fun to write! AU. No blackout.
In With The New
It was the night before New Year's Eve in Philadelphia, the streets were covered in fresh, fluffy snow and they were quiet in comparison to earlier nights when the buzz of people had been heard throughout. Most of the shops had already been closed, except for a little bar at the end of the street.
"The Dreamcatcher." Bass muttered, reading the neon sign above his head.
He let out a sigh and pulled the door open. Inside, he caught sight of two men at the bar. They must have been in their mid-twenties and apparently they'd had enough to drink to last them all the way to the new year. They were pretty wasted, from what he could tell and a woman sitting at a one of the tables kept swirling her drink and giving them impatient looks. "Come on, babe. Let's go home." She said with a New England accent. "We still have to take Marcus home."
One of the men turned around on his stool. "Just a couple more drinks, Clara." The brunette ignored her partner's answer and began gathering her things. She hung her purse over her shoulder and stood next to him, checking the time for the third time.
Bass kept to himself, acting as if nothing was happening around him. He strolled over to the bar, sitting at a stool furthest from the men and their nagging counterpart.
"You better listen to your wife, Adam." The pretty bartender chimed in, placing the bill in front of him. She smiled as he struggled to take his credit card out of his wallet. It was a sight that happened every night and she still found it amusing.
Bass tilted his head to get a better look. She was small, long dirty blonde waves and big blue eyes, with curves to make any man falter. Her attire was conservative in comparison to other bartenders he'd come across. Then again, some of the establishments he visited weren't half as decent as this one. He looked away for a second and then back at her, trying to remain inconspicuous and not come across as creepy.
The bartender shot him an attentive glance before noticing the couple and their companion were finally getting ready to leave. "Have a Happy New Year!" She said to them as they made their way out the door. The blonde glanced at Bass again—she'd never seen him around before. And truth be told, it had been a while since a man as attractive as him had visited the bar. There was something about him that incited danger, the kind of danger she liked to delve into from time to time.
"And then there was one." She said with a coquettish grin. "What can I get you, handsome?" His eyes swept over her backside as she turned to rearrange some of the bottles on the shelf.
Bass looked at her in awe and then smirked. He'd been taken aback by her greeting for a second. Of course she'd call him handsome, she had to make extra tips somehow, and sweet talking him pretty much guaranteed that.
He licked his lips. "Whiskey on the rocks, please." Glancing at her name tag, he smiled. "Charlie." Her name clung to his tongue like sweet honey.
"Manly drink. Trying to prove something?" She teased as she poured the amber contents of a bottle into a glass with ice.
Bass laughed. "I'm just preparing myself for what's sure to be a fun New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow night." He said sarcastically.
Charlie chuckled. "Yeah, I know how that goes. Last year, my dad and uncle almost came to blows at the dinner table, after he found out my uncle had slept with my mom. That was quite the spectacle." Her mouth dropped open, not believing she'd just divulged the information to a complete stranger. "And you didn't need to know that, obviously." She poured herself a shot of whiskey and downed it. "What's your name, anyway? I'd like to know who I'm telling my life story to." Her smile was wide, the bar lights making her teeth sparkle between her red lipstick stained lips.
"Sebastian." He replied, drinking from his glass but not parting his gaze from her. He was wary about giving out his full name, especially to women he'd just met. Some of them turned out to be complete psycho's and he'd already learned that the hard way.
She furrowed her brow. Charlie was more than used to get gawked at but she sensed something different from the handsome stranger. There was something magnetic about him. It was hard for her to recall the last time she'd felt so naked in front of someone, especially someone she'd just met. Her lips parted but no words came out and this reaction was unnerving. Charlie snapped out of it and looked at the clock on the wall before walking around the bar.
Bass followed her with his eyes as she made her way to the front door. She reached over to turn off the 'Open' sign and proceeded to push a key into the door.
The realization dawned on him. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were about to close." He said, "I'll finish this up and I'll be on my way."
Charlie turned to him, her courage and confidence back. "It's fine. I still have to wipe down the tables and the bar. No worries." She smiled. "Besides, I appreciate the company."
He nodded slightly and finished up his drink. Charlie came behind the bar once again and poured him another one. "On the house."
"You don't have to–"
"No, it's fine, really. I want to." Her tongue ran sharply over her lips as she became transfixed by his pools of blue. The hard lines on his forehead and the ones that formed at the corner of his eyes gave away his age. He was at least 15 years older than her but the burning sensation in her belly and the heat in her core didn't seem to care one bit about the difference.
"Thank you." His voice had an irresistible rasp that knocked her senses off balance. Charlie smiled and then walked over to the tables on the main floor.
She began wiping them down, every so often making eye contact with him. Her shirt rose even higher up her back, and her jeans clung tightly around her wide bottom. Bass was thankful for the view. When she moved on to the bar, she cleaned the area in front of him, bending over and giving him an eyeful of what was underneath her shirt. He gulped, trying to keep his thoughts as pure as possible. But she was making that and him quite hard.
He cleared his throat. "Charlie..."
She looked up with mischievous eyes as she suggestively bit down on her lip. "Want something else?" Her words were obviously meant to be taken as is.
A nervous chuckle left his lips. "You do realize I'm old enough to be–"
"Don't." She said, throwing the towel into a box with the rest of the dirty ones. "Doesn't matter to me and it shouldn't matter to you." Charlie leaned casually on the bar, the waves of her hair falling over her shoulders and framing her striking facial features.
"I should leave." It was the least convincing thing he'd said all evening. He pulled some cash from his wallet and laid it out on the bar, "Keep the change."
Charlie nodded. "Thanks. Oh, and you have to use the back door because I already locked and armed the front one. I'll show you the exit."
He gave her a relenting nod of the head and followed her to the back. The whole time, his gaze kept falling below her back, the sway of her hips exciting him further. She dropped the keys, prompting her to halt without warning to pick them up. Bass didn't know her at all but he was fairly certain she'd done it on purpose. The twitch of his cock seemed to agree.
"Well Sebastian, it was nice to meet you." She said sweetly with one hand on the door handle. "I hope your New Year's dinner isn't too terrible." She wrinkled her nose, "Mine probably will be. Anyway, stop by again sometime, yeah?"
She looked like an angelic vision under the soft blue lights. "Best drinks in town, I'll remember that next time I'm in Philly." He replied with a smirk.
"Alright." Charlie said, lingering on her goodbye.
He nodded, "Okay." But he didn't make an effort to walk out the door.
She licked her lips again and chuckled nervously. "Have a good night"
"Good night." He replied coyly.
Charlie pushed the door open just a bit, holding it like that for a second as they each got lost in each other's gaze. After a moment, Bass reached over and pulled it shut again. In an instant, he pressed her up against the wall. Charlie could feel her heart beating as a rush of adrenaline flowed through her veins. Her breathing became shallow, moaning with want as she looked forward to his touch. His lips crashed into hers, tongue swirling against her teeth until she granted him entrance.
Fingers moved over her waist, sliding down her sides and crawling underneath her shirt. Charlie was dying for more. "Oh, God." She whimpered, wrapping her legs around his hips. Bass pushed into her, pressing his hard cock into her heated center. The clothes quickly became an unwanted barrier they were both determined to surpass.
He kissed her neck, his facial hair scraping along the soft, supple skin of her collarbone. Bass's fingers quickly busied themselves with the button of her jeans. He pulled them down enough to be able to feel the thong clinging to her plump, firm ass. Her skin was so smooth and warm, he took great pleasure in kneading it with his fingertips.
"You feel so fucking good." He murmured.
She scratched at his back, trying to remove his shirt. Bass pulled away for a second, allowing her to take his shirt off and then stripping away hers. He unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground, as he buried his face between her breasts. He sucked on the supple flesh, licking her hardened nipples and making her moan incessantly.
Charlie's hands were grasping his dark blonde curls as she watched him. Her center was pulsing and the moisture continued pooling between her legs. He reached down, dipping his fingers underneath her jeans. He could feel her slick folds, moist and ready for him.
Bass nipped at her lips. "You're dripping wet, baby." He said, a finger applying pressure to her damp opening.
Charlie felt his cock up against her, it was throbbing, itching to go inside. "Fuck me." She said, "I need you to fuck me."
He held on to her tight and carried her back to the bar area. With one hand he knocked down what was on one of the tables and then rested her back on it. She gazed at him, amazed by the definition of his muscles. Bass pulled off her shoes and then yanked off her jeans. He hooked his fingers around the band of her thong and slowly slid it down her thighs.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, in awe of the smoothness of her perfect mound. There was just a small, finely trimmed strip that ran down the middle, leading his eyes straight to a glorious place.
"You like it?" She asked, running her fingers over her wet slit. A tiny moan escaped her throat.
"You're a fucking dream." He replied, kicking off his shoes and pulling down his pants to free his impressive length.
Charlie bit down on her lip, watching as he stroked it with one hand and readied it for her. After a few seconds he leaned over her, teasing her center with his tip and massaging one breast with his free hand. He pushed his cock inside her tight opening, her natural lubrication making it a little easier for him to slide in and out.
She cried out in satisfaction when she felt his fullness expand her walls. He pulled her towards him, her ass teetering off the edge of the table as he held up her legs with his hands. Bucking his hips, he plunged into her faster. Charlie was moaning, basking in the feeling of fulfillment. "Yes! Just like that, don't stop!"
Her breasts moved with every jolt of his body. Bass's eyes were droopy as he relished in the feel of her hot core enveloping his dick. He was grateful he'd stayed behind instead of going back to his hotel to jerk off as he'd planned. Nothing beat the real thing, especially when the real thing was a young and breathtaking bartender who obviously hadn't been fucked like this in a long time. He only wished he could have her like this all night, begging him for more and writhing beneath him every time his cock made contact with her sweet spot.
Charlie whimpered as she came, her body became warmer and sweat made her skin glisten. Her cheeks were flushed as she exhaled deeply. The look of joy on her face was glorious. She freed her legs from his grasp and came to a seated position on the table. Holding on to his face, she brought him in for a kiss, her teeth scraping over his lower lip. She then flicked his upper lip with her tongue in a teasing manner.
Her hands lightly pushed him back, making him sit on one of the chairs before she climbed over him. Charlie lowered herself to meet his pulsing length. "Mmmm..." She savored the moment as he filled her up.
Bass nibbled at her breasts, sucking on hard nipples as she began riding him, slowly at first and then with more vigor. Her hips began an undulated movement, shifting his cock in different directions and infusing it with delicious shocks of pleasure. Their lips continued their hungry attack, blazing tongues sparring like two sharp blades.
Charlie began moving up and down, desperately fucking him until she felt herself close to her release once again.
"You're gonna make me come." Bass muttered against her lips.
This made her buck her hips faster. She cried out and her bud pulsed with sweet satisfaction as she reached another orgasm. Charlie felt Bass's body spasm beneath her, his mouth dropped open and a low guttural sound left his throat as he emptied himself out onto the rubber sheath around his cock.
"Fucking hell." He said, reaching completion.
Charlie's limp body slumped over him on the chair. He remained inside her until she carefully pushed herself off of him.
There was a beaming expression on her face, "You're actually pretty fucking amazing for an older guy." There was a teasing tone to her words. "I'm almost sad to see you go." She pulled her shirt over her breasts and reached down for her jeans.
Bass smiled as he put his clothes back on. "There's always the chance I'll swing by for another drink before I leave. This bar does have the most exquisite service."
She giggled. "Well, if you need a stiff drink, you know where to find me. Another round, on the house." They both laughed.
He diminished the distance between them, staring intently into her gorgeous eyes. His demeanor was soft and relaxed as he contemplated his next move. He'd just had some of the best sex of his life with this woman and yet now that it was over, he couldn't bring himself to kiss her again without asking if it was okay.
"May I?"
Charlie smiled and nodded, inhaling sharply as his lips closed in on hers.
The next day, Bass woke up close to noon, having slept in until housekeeping came knocking on his hotel door asking if he needed anything. He spent the hours before dinner lounging in his pajama pants and constantly thinking back to the night before. If it hadn't been almost ten years since he'd been in his hometown, he'd consider ditching what would surely be a tedious New Year's dinner to go find the sexy, little bartender from The Dreamcatcher instead.
His mind drifted to her, sprawled out on the table for him, long legs wrapped around his hips and her beautiful pleading blue eyes drowning in desire. He got hard just thinking about it.
Yeah, he was going to make it a point to see her again before he left. He wasn't really the type to seek out women again after one-night stands but this one, this one was different. His finger slid over his phone's screen, as he regretted not asking for her number before leaving the night before. It was like that last kiss had turned him into a complete idiot.
After lunch, a couple sappy Christmas movies that were still playing on TV, and a warm shower, he grabbed his keys and made his way out into the cold, snowy Philadelphia evening.
A few miles down the highway, he pulled up to the house at the end of the street. It was still decorated with Christmas lights, and based on the cars parked outside, he assumed most of the guests had already arrived. He stepped up to the porch. 214 Republic Drive. It had been ages since he'd been there. He rung the doorbell a couple times before someone came to open it.
A smile spread across his face. "Long time no see, brother." He went in for a hug but in the midst of the welcoming embrace, Bass's body went rigid.
"You finally came to visit, you son of a bitch."
Bass was too preoccupied to say anything in return, his mind was racing as he stared at the petite blonde behind Miles.
Miles looked back to see Charlie standing there silently, little black dress on her like a glove. He wasn't sure why they both looked like they'd been hit with ice water. But he figured it was just his imagination after having drank all those spiked eggnogs before dinner.
"You remember my niece, don't you?" He beckoned for him to step inside.
Bass looked at Charlie, her blue eyes were wide, red lips slightly parted as she stared at him astonished. "Charlotte?" His whisper was barely audible.
"Well don't be rude, Charlie, say hello to Bass." Miles remarked. "It's not like you've never met him before. Just don't expect a piggy back ride or any other kind of ride from him this evening." He laughed at his own joke, not knowing his words had deeper implications for the both of them.
Bass felt like all the blood had been drained from his face. "Shit."
Part 2 will be coming up in a few days. Please be kind enough to leave me a quick review. Thanks bunches in advance! xoxo