Stella and Mark- Holiday Party
It was the annual Magix inc. holiday party and just like it had been every year, everyone was dressed to impress, the office was decorated, and the alcohol was flowing. Standing in the corner, Stella and Bloom were drinking champagne and looking out into the crowd of their fellow coworkers.
"Brandon is looking mighty fine tonight, don't you agree?" Stella wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip of champagne.
"He sure does," Bloom giggled, "ugh, it feels so amazing to say that now that the whole engagement with Sky is over and Brandon and I are together."
"I bet it does." Stella smiled, "I remember when you were yelling at me in the bar bathroom that there is no way that you would ever sleep with Brandon. But what did I tell you? He has a magic dick."
"Sounds like you aren't quite over him," Bloom teased, "do I have to be worried?"
"Absolutely not," Stella shook her head, "Brandon and I are still great friends and if you two weren't dating, I would probably turn to him for some casual sex but you're my best friend and you know I wouldn't do that to you. Plus, Mark and I have a good thing going."
Bloom shrugged in agreement, Stella and Mark had been hooking up for the past few months. However, despite all the lunch dates, makeout sessions in the filing room, and the "sleepovers", Stella and Mark had yet to put a label on their relationship. Bloom had gone from an engagement to a new, proper boyfriend in less time than Stella. Maybe that said more about her than Stella and Mark. Still, Bloom thought that they would have put some label on their relationship, it wasn't a secret in the office that the two of them were together.
However, as Bloom looked out into the crowd, she noticed that Mark was talking with another coworker, her proximity too close for Bloom's liking. She wasn't with Mark, but Bloom would fight for Stella and she knew that Stella would do the same for her.
"You might want to put a label on there quickly." Bloom motioned towards Mark and the female coworker dressed in the too-tight red dress.
"What is Mark doing talking to Mitzi Johnson?" Stella huffed before she downed the rest of her champagne, "I swear, it is like she tries to poach all the men that I am with. First, she was after Brandon but then the minute that we broke up, she couldn't care less about him. Now she is flirting with Mark? Unbelievable. She looks so desperate."
Bloom just nodded in agreement.
"Hold my glass, Bloom." Stella held out her empty champagne flute, "I'll be back."
Stella adjusted her dark green mini-dress, pulling at the neckline and pushing her breasts up. Mark always said that he loved her breasts, but not as much as he said he loved her tight...well, she couldn't very well tease that. He would have to be good if he wanted that.
"Hey you two," Stella placed a hand on Mark's shoulder and lightly ran her hand across his back, "what are you two talking about?"
"Oh hello, Stella," Mitzi sneered.
"Stella," Mark smiled as his eyes met her face, "we were just talking about..." Mark gulped as his eyes trailed down to Stella's ample cleavage, "holiday plans."
"Oh really? What are you doing, Mitzi?" Stella tried to sound as cordial as possible but she knew that there was no hiding the sign in her eyes that she wanted to tear Mitzi limb by limb.
"I'm joining some friends in the mountains for skiing," Mitzi replied, "I know how much Mark enjoys skiing and thought that if he wasn't busy over the holiday season that he could come with me."
"I'm sorry, but Mark is actually coming home with me for the holidays."
"I am?" Mark raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you remember?" Stella lied, "Last week I invited you after I did that thing you like?"
"Yes?"
Mark certainly didn't remember but he certainly remembered what Stella had done for him last week and how much he enjoyed it. He would have said yes to anything then.
"It was mentioned in passing so I could see how you could forget." Stella moved her hand from his shoulder down his arm.
Mitzi sucked on her teeth, "Tch, have fun I guess."
Turning on her heels, Mitzi walked away from Stella and Mark, leaving Mark with so many questions.
"Did you really ask me to go home with you for the holidays?" Mark asked, "I mean, you might have asked me but after you do that thing I like, I am not exactly in the best frame of mind."
Stella giggled, "No, I didn't."
"Then why did you say that I am?" Mark folded his arms across his chest.
"Because Mit-"
Mark interrupted, "Because Mitzi invited me to go skiing and you thought that I was going to say yes?"
Stella looked around the party, hoping that nobody was paying attention to them.
"What if I did say yes? I like skiing and I happen to be cordial with Mitzi, unlike you."
"Can we please go somewhere else and talk?" Stella pulled on Mark's arm and pulled him away from the party.
Stella led Mark from the main office room and to an empty office. Closing the door behind her, Stella looked to Mark.
"I am sorry," Stella sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "I just-"
"Stella, we aren't together, I can do as I like."
"I know!" Stella exclaimed, "But not with her. Not with Mitzi. She has been going after every guy that I have been with since the minute I have met her. I went on a date with a former employee when I first came to the company and a few weeks later, she was dating him. Just until I moved on to Brandon and she was all over him. So please, I know that we have said we didn't want to label this relationship but all I ask is that you don't do anything with her."
Stella raised her hand and wiped away a tear that threatened to fall from her amber eyes.
"Okay okay," Mark grabbed Stella's other hand that wasn't wiping away tears, "I won't go skiing with Mitzi. I won't even talk to her outside of the realm of work. Just..." Mark brushed Stella's hair behind her ear, "please don't cry. I have never seen the bright and sunny Stella Solaria cry before and I hate it. I don't want to see you cry again."
Stella silently nodded as she did her best to recompose herself.
"But for the record, you are the one who doesn't want to put a label on this relationship."
Stella's head shot up and she stared at Mark, "What?"
"I have wanted to be with you for a while now. We go on dates, we fool around in the office and it is a mystery as to how we haven't been caught yet, and I basically live at your place. You know so much about me, both sexual and non, you have seen my band perform, and you listen to me. I enjoy shopping with you, I love listening to you talk about your day at work and talk about your friends and family, and I would love nothing more than to call you my girlfriend. But I know that you don't want that and I respect that."
"I thought...I thought that you didn't want to be with me formally." Stella remarked as she placed a hand on her chest. "I thought that you just liked hanging out and having sex with me. That's usually what most men want from me."
"Well, I am not most men." Mark chuckled, "And I want you to be my girlfriend because I really, really, really like you and I want to make you mine and I want to be yours."
Stella took a moment to take it all in. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He actually wanted a formal relationship with her. She thought that all he wanted was a good time and she would have been happy to give him that but he wanted more. More of her, flaws and all. Did he really know what he was getting into?
"Mark, are you sure?" Stella whispered.
"Why would I have any doubts?" Mark laughed in mild disbelief that she would be asking something like that.
"You know about my parents and the rocky relationship I have with them. I am loud, obnoxious, self-centered-"
"Headstrong, loyal, smart, a fantastic friend, a more than fantastic lover, and the best woman that I have ever come across. Sure, there are things that we would all like to change about ourselves and we all have flaws but I like you flaws and all."
Stella couldn't help but to smile at Mark's compliments. She threw her arms around Mark's neck and crushed her lips to his. She did her best to pour all of her desire and admiration towards the curly-haired brunette. Stella, usually a woman with a lot to say, was speechless and lost for words of her affection towards Mark, so she kissed him.
Mark reciprocated and pulled Stella in closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"So does this mean that you will be my girlfriend?" Mark asked as he slowly broke the kiss.
"Absolutely." Stella placed another kiss on Mark's lips. "And as my first act as your girlfriend, I can do that thing you like so much if you want."
Mark's eyes widened as he looked at Stella's face, serious but a smirk stretched across her pink lips.
"Here?"
"Of course," Stella's hand lowered to Mark's crotch, feeling his cock twitch under his pants in the palm of her hand, "Bloom sucks Brandon's dick all the time in his office."
"What? Really?" Mark exclaimed in disbelief.
Stella slowly dropped down to her knees and placed her hand on Mark's clothed thighs, "Yes, really. So can I?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely." Mark responded breathlessly.
"Oh good," Stella smiled as she raised her hands to the back of her head and twisted and tied her long, blonde hair into a bun. She brought her hands back to Mark's legs and reached up to unfasten his belt. The metal clanged as his belt fell. Stella's hands began to unbutton his black slacks and slowly unzipped the zipper.
The anticipation was torture but Mark would deal with it if that meant Stella was going to do as she said. When Mark felt Stella's warm hand on his cock, pulling it from his pants, he let out a low groan.
Stella began to work Mark's hardening erection in her hand, getting him as hard as she could before she began to work her mouth over him. She looked up at his face and smiled when she saw the look of desire, anticipation, and slight pain written across Mark's face. Mark may have taken pleasure in the act itself, but Stella took pleasure in the brief moments of torture that she gave him. She might be the one with his cock in her mouth, but she was always in control.
"Stella, please..." Mark begged as he looked down at Stella.
Placing her lips on the tip of his cock, Stella could taste the salty precum that seeped from his cock. She pulled back and licked her lips and Mark let out a loud groan. He was desperate and Stella had him where she wanted him.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the rest of the precum from Mark's cock. It was salty and while she didn't exactly enjoy the taste, she knew Mark liked it when she did that. Stella became even more bold when she licked more, starting at the base and making her way slowly to the tip before slowly wrapping her lips around him.
Moving her head slowly, Stella began to take more and more of him in her mouth. Mark's arms shot out to his sides and he grabbed the edge of the desk behind him, hoping to keep himself upright as Stella worked her mouth around him.
Her tongue swirled around Mark's cock and felt as it became hotter and harder in her mouth. Stella let out small, deep moans, the vibrations surrounding his hard member, causing Mark's head to fall back and his brown hair falling back with it. He closed his eyes tight as he did his best to withstand Stella's movements. But Stella was bound and determined to make Mark cum.
"Fuck, Stella..." Mark hissed through a clenched jaw. He was so close. But he just couldn't cum, not yet.
Stella continued to suck, picking up the pace as she continued to move her head up and down. She felt the saliva pool in her mouth, becoming thicker and more viscous. It provided great lubrication. When she came back for air, Mark saw the saliva connecting Stella's mouth to his cock and he had to do everything in his power not to cum right then and there.
"Stella...you are so fucking hot." Mark said as he brought a hand down to caress Stella's face, her amber eyes glowing under the lights of the city that came through the window and her swollen pink lips.
Her response was silent as she brought her lips back to Mark's cock and continued to suck. She was now determined to make him cum as soon as possible. Her fingertips dug into his covered thighs as her head moved faster and faster. She sucked harder and harder and Mark's moans became louder.
"Oh shit..." Mark placed a hand on the top of Stella's head, "Stella you are going to make me..."
Yes, Stella thought, she had him right where she wanted him. With a slight tug of her hair, Mark pulled Stella's head flush to him as he came inside of her mouth. Stella felt as the cum hit the back of her throat, salty and warm. She hated the taste but she always enjoyed the look on the faces of men when she did it. Brandon's face was usually so stern as he came and Mark's face looked as if he had been touched by God. But what Stella didn't know is that to Mark, being with Stella was heavenly. He would gladly go to Hell, so long as Stella joined him there and they could be together.
Stella pulled away from Mark's cock, her mouth filled with his cum. She looked up at him and he looked down at her. Once she was certain that he was looking, Stella gulped and swallowed his cum, letting the thick fluid coat the back of her throat and disappear into her body.
"Thank you, Stella." Mark panted.
"You don't have to thank me," Stella smiled as she rose up to a standing position, "you know I love doing it." She watched as Mark readjusted himself and fastened his pants. He ran his hands through his hair, making sure that he didn't look like he had just gotten the life sucked out of him. Stella fixed her own hair as she took it down from the sloppy bun that she had created to get her hair away from her face.
"No, well, yes thank you for that but I wanted to say thank you for agreeing to be my girlfriend."
Stella placed a kiss on Mark's cheek, "Again, you don't have to thank me. I am not agreeing to be your girlfriend as a service, I am agreeing because I want to. I like you a lot and I want to be with you, only you."
Mark, not caring about the remnants of his orgasm that lingered on Stella's lips and tongue, placed a kiss on Stella's lips. He couldn't really taste a thing if he had to be honest. He was just happy that they were really together.
"Shall we join the rest of the party?" Mark asked.
"Yes, we shall." Stella smiled, "And I will try not to be a clingy girlfriend."
Mark liked the sound of that. Girlfriend. The most beautiful and charismatic woman in the world was his girlfriend. He wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't sucked him off moments ago or was standing right there next to him.
"And I won't talk to Mitzi."
"Oh, you can talk to her," Stella turned to face Mark, "but just remember if you are good to me, I will be very good to you."
"Then let's get back out there and get this party over with." Mark grabbed Stella's hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.
"The sooner we finish this party, the sooner we can get to the afterparty."
Well there is a short holiday-ish themed chapter. I wasn't quite sure how to end it and I don't think that I will write a direct continuation of this scene but if you would like an "afterparty" chapter one day, just let me know. Let me know what you want :)
