AFTERPARTY
POST-SERIES
RATED M
There's glitter on the floor after the party
Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby
Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor
You and me, forevermore
New Year's Day - Taylor Swift
The New Year's party seems to go on forever.
It doesn't – by 12:30, only a handful of people are left – but she's been keyed up since she walked in the door a few hours ago, anxious to celebrate the arrival of the new year with her husband.
She excuses herself from the stragglers, gives Rick a pointed look before making her way to the bedroom. She hears the front door click shut moments later, and she can't begin to care that it's probably obvious to their friends why they were essentially being kicked out.
She can't help it: the man can wear the hell out of a suit.
She likes it even better when he's not wearing one.
She sits on the edge of the bed and leans down, reaching for the strap of her heel.
"Don't."
Her brows lift at Rick's deep voice, and she looks up to see him leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed. She runs her tongue across her bottom lip as he pushes himself off the frame and stalks towards her.
"Leave them on," he husks.
Kate's whole body goes warm, the arousal that's been hovering all night hitting her full-force. She straightens up, and her gaze flicks to the front of his pants as he closes the distance between them.
She'd felt him against her several times throughout the night, usually when he was plastered to her back, his half-hard cock pressing against her ass.
There's nothing half-hard about the erection straining against his zipper now. It's a miracle he can stand up straight.
He stops a few feet in front of her, and she pouts when she realizes that he's just out of reach. She lifts a hand towards him anyway, but he takes a step back.
"Take off your dress," he says, his eyes dark as they roam down the front of her dress.
Lust slows her movements, but she manages to stand, to reach behind her and lower the zipper at her back. It's cute, she thinks, that he assumes he's in control.
As she stands and lets her dress fall to the floor, revealing the lace bra she bought solely for the way it accentuates her breasts, his jaw drops.
"Oh my God," he whispers. He doesn't move as she approaches him, just stands still, his breath ragged as she trails her palms up his chest.
Her fingers toy with his loosened tie, and she quirks a brow, tugs the knot free. She works on his shirt next, dexterous fingers undoing each button. She's almost shaking with desire, but this is too much fun, torturing Rick with her slow, deliberate movements.
He rests his hands on her hips, his thumbs brushing along the top of her lacy underwear. He trails them up her sides, lets go just long enough to rid himself of his shirt when she pushes it from his shoulders.
She lifts her gaze to his, the pure lust in his dark eyes sending arousal straight to her core.
She hooks her fingers under the waistband of his pants, dips below just a fraction, and that does it.
A low growl rumbles from his throat, and he unhooks her bra and throws it to the floor, bends his head to take her breast in his mouth.
She gasps at the sharp bite of his teeth on her nipple, her hips bucking, her heels giving her enough height so he barely has to bend his knees to thrust his groin into hers.
"Oh," she breathes, palming the back of his head, holding him to her chest as he pours attention on her breasts. She grips his belt with her other hand, manages to get it undone even as he cups her ass and grinds his clothed erection into her.
"Been driving me crazy," he murmurs into her skin, kissing his way up her neck, reclaiming her mouth with the harsh press of his lips and insistent strokes of his tongue. "All fucking night, needed you naked."
She steps back long enough to rid herself of her underwear, takes advantage of having both hands free and finishes undoing his pants. His head drops back when she slips her hand inside his boxers, drawing out his cock, and she strokes him with a firm grip.
He groans, pushes himself into her hand a few times before curling his fingers around her wrist and stopping her. "Bed," he manages in a strained voice. "Now."
She sits on the edge of the bed, scoots back when he leans forward and places his hands on either side of her hips. He follows, crawling across the bed, his raw desire obvious, until she's against the headboard and he kneels back on his haunches.
His fingers curl around his cock, and he begins to slowly stroke, his gaze roaming over her body before meeting her eyes.
She isn't sure what kind of game he's playing, or why he isn't inside her right fucking now, putting an end to her misery, but she needs relief.
She lifts her hands to her breasts, brushing her palms over her nipples, gasping as it sends arousal right down to her clit.
The slight narrowing of his eyes is the only warning she gets before he grips her waist and flips her to her hands and knees, and she gasps when he kneels behind her, slides his cock through her soaked folds, and slams into her.
He fucks her like he'll die if he doesn't, and every thrust into her, every twitch of his fingers on her hips, every grunt released into the room has her gasping and pushing back, wanting – needing – more.
One hand curls into the bedspread beneath her, the other gripping the edge of the mattress, desperately seeking leverage, and before long, an orgasm rushes through her. She gasps for breath, her back arching as he doesn't let up, doesn't stop, just reaches around her and cups her breasts, rolls her nipples between his fingers.
"Fu-" She cries out as the dam bursts again; she doesn't know how long she shakes with her orgasm, surrounded only by Rick behind, beneath, inside her.
Before she realizes what's happening, he pulls out, and she looks back, puzzled, still insanely horny, and more than a little pissed. She was about to come again, dammit, and he was too, and he fucking stops?
"Get on your back."
She blinks. "Huh?"
The corner of his mouth quirks in a knowing smirk. He guides her to her back, and she reclines against the headboard, her head propped up so she can watch whatever he's planning.
He leans forward and slants his mouth across hers, their tongues tangling, his hand sliding up her leg. She whimpers when he pulls away, but he smirks and slides down her body.
She gasps when he swipes his tongue through her folds and groans, the vibrations rushing through her and almost sending her over the edge. She buries her hand in his hair, holding him to her as he works her, his hands on her thighs, holding her open for him.
He licks up her center to her clit, and he flattens his tongue against her, giving her slow, long licks. She digs her heels into his back, and he grunts and looks up at her.
Shit.
She runs her fingers through his hair as she tries to catch her breath. "Sorry," she manages, motioning to the heels she forgot she was still wearing. "Lemme take them off."
"Don't you dare," he growls, pressing a kiss to her thigh before lowering his head to her once again.
This time he doesn't stop, not when she yanks his hair, not when she bucks against his tongue in a desperate chase for climax, not when her whole body trembles with her release.
By the time her legs stop shaking and the stars fade from her vision, Rick is sprawled out next to her, his head propped on his hand, gazing down at her with a crooked grin.
He trails a finger across her chest, traces the scar between her breasts before leaning down and brushing his lips to it. "Tell me the truth," he murmurs, his mouth drifting up her chest and across her collarbone before he pulls away. His finger continues its path across her skin, swirls around each nipple before traveling down her torso.
She grabs his wrist before he reaches his apparent destination. She lost track of how many orgasms he's given her tonight, but it's enough that she needs a break. "The truth about what?" she asks when he doesn't continue.
He laces their fingers together and brings their joined hands to his mouth. "I'm the best you've ever had, aren't I?" he teases after kissing her knuckles.
She rolls her eyes and tugs her hand from his, and she nudges his shoulder until he moves to his back. She follows, straddling his thighs and curling a hand around his erection.
He's...well, he is.
His head drops back into the pillows as she strokes him from base to tip. Normally she'd take her time, tease him like he does so often to her, but he's too close already, his cock pulsing in her hand, a deep flush spreading across his chest.
He tries to buck his hips, almost toppling her off his legs in the process, and she braces herself with a hand on his chest. Her strokes quicken, and he moans, fists the sheet with both hands.
"Kate," he groans, bringing one hand to his cock, covering her hand with his. She bats his hand away, and he lifts his head, meets her gaze with dark, hungry eyes. "Let me."
She shakes her head. He often brags about how much he enjoys getting her off, and she feels exactly the same way. Turning him into a writhing, bumbling mess with no more than her touch never gets old.
"I'm gonna-" is all the warning he manages before he throws his head back and tenses, a loud groan coming from his chest as he climaxes.
"Jesus," he breathes when he finally relaxes, reaching for her.
She goes willingly, ignores the mess on his stomach as she crashes her mouth to his. He buries his hands in her hair, holding her to him, sweeps his tongue between her lips.
"So fucking perfect," he murmurs when he pulls away, threading his fingers through her hair.
She chuckles against his mouth, kisses him once more before pushing off the bed to grab a towel.
By the time they both clean up and she tosses the towel in the hamper, exhaustion catches up to her, and she slips under the covers, watches Rick return from the bathroom and slide in next to her.
"Happy New Year," he murmurs, brushing a kiss to her lips and pulling her into his side.
She hums in contentment and wraps her arm around his torso, following him into a restful slumber.
-FIN-