Page 27 of When Midnight Strikes
Epilogue
Danny
Ten months later
Ijump back, taken completely surprised by the hands covering my eyes. “Guess who?”
I smile, inhaling the familiar, sharp, masculine scent around me. “Hmm, I don’t know, but if you happen to see my date around, can you tell him we are going to be late to the party if he doesn’t hurry up and get here?”
His deep chuckling warms my insides. “Or you can just tell him yourself.” He spins me around, removing his hand from my face. Before I can say anything, his mouth claims mine. His lips are warm and taste of vodka and cranberry. “I can see someone’s already been doing some holiday drinking.”
“Well I have to in order to put up with costume shopping with Paul.”
I laugh, “You make a great point. You look sexy by the way. Maybe I should send Paul with you to pick out clothes more often.”
He huffs. “Pshh…this was all my idea.” His hands gesture toward his outfit. He is wearing a deep blue suit with a matching gold and blue masquerade mask, and man do I want to skip the party and have him take me right here. But we can’t skip tradition. Today is our one-year anniversary from the day we first shared a special moment on New Year’s Eve and there is only one way I want to celebrate. “Either way, you look delicious enough for me to eat.”
He swipes his tongue across my lips. “Oh yeah? How about less talking and more action.” His hand drops to the bulge in my pants, caressing and massaging my growing erection. “How about we save all this for the party instead?”
I shove his distracting hand away, wrapping it in mine and dragging him toward the front door. “Wait,” he says, reaching for something on the counter. “What about your mask?”
I want to tell him I don’t need it anymore. I no longer wanted to hide from Cole, and I am more than happy just being me and him tonight, but I don’t say anything since I know it’s required for the party and it’s tradition after all. “Right.” I wrap my fingers around the maroon and gold mask that matches perfectly with my black and maroon outfit.
He presses his lips to my ear. “And don’t worry baby, I plan on fucking you with and without the mask.” I lick my lips and my cheeks go warm. I’m already looking forward to the party for different reasons than everyone else. Vivian and Melanie are excited to wear pretty outfits and celebrate the New Year and I’m more excited about getting slammed up against Paul’s upstairs wall by my gorgeous boyfriend or, being the one doing the slamming. It never gets old calling him that. This year, I’ll be ringing in the New Year the same way as last year and with the same guy, except he won’t be a stranger.
The drive to the party is short since it just started snowing and the roads aren’t bad yet. Paul’s house is once again over the top, looking like Guy Diamond from Trolls came in and threw up all over his house. Everything is sparkling and shining, including Paul’s ridiculous suit. “You guys made it!”
Cole wraps my hand in his, smiling my way. “We did and a little early this time.”
“Great, Melanie will be excited to see you two. She is somewhere around here talking someone’s ear off.”
I laugh because that sounds exactly like Melanie. “Great, I’m sure we will see her at some point tonight. Vivian will probably come strolling in ten minutes before midnight per usual.” That’s if she makes it at all. She had a hot date tonight and they may not even make it past her bedroom. Large arms wrap around me and I am being pulled against Cole’s hard muscular chest. “How about we warm up with a little dancing?”
My lips quip into a smile. “Warming up is always a good thing.”
His laughter has his stomach vibrating against my back. “Not that kind of dancing, baby. We will save all those dirty moves of yours for when we are at home.”
He inches even closer. “Or for when we are upstairs in that same dark hallway we created magic in last year?”
I spin around until our noses are touching. He rubs his against mine. “Or that. I think I like your idea better.” He kisses me soft and tenderly causing my toes to curl in my shoes.
“Let’s get this warmup over with then.” I drag him to the center of the empty living room, not caring that we are the first people to be taking advantage of the space and music. It doesn’t take long for more people to join us. My phone vibrates with an alert and I know it’s only twenty minutes until midnight. “Time for more magic to happen,” Cole whispers in my ear.
He runs toward the stairs through the crowd of people and I throw my head back laughing before running after him. Just like last year, the hallway is dark with only a little bit of light from downstairs flowing through it. There is a familiar figure standing in the middle of the hallway, completely still. I slowly move in closer to where Cole stands with a cheeky smile on my lips.
He turns around when the front of my body is touching his back. “You were the most interesting thing at the party last year and then you just disappeared. I’m glad I was able to find you,” I whisper in his ear. He laughs and crashes our lips together. Our hands are undisciplined and wild. His tongue is warm and sweet against mine, heightening my taste buds. He is always my favorite thing to taste. His hand slips down the front of my pants, yanking down my zipper. This time it’s his knees that hit the floor. I shudder when his warm tongue slides against my slit. He takes me all the way into his mouth, licking and sucking me down until I’m hitting the back of his throat. I buck my hips forward, fucking into him deeper. His tight throat and warm walls of his mouth feel way too good and I pull out before it becomes too much. I tug him to his feet the same way he did me a year ago and slam him against the wall.
He is already removing his pants for me by the time I grab the lube and condom from my pocket. I love fucking Cole as much as I love having him fuck me and I was ready to fill that sweet ass of his up with my cock. I wanted to taste him there first and have him lingering on my tongue while I slipped inside of him. With that thought I drop to the floor, spreading his cheeks apart, swiping my tongue down the seam of his ass. I bury my face between his cheeks, licking and sucking at his hole. He moans and whines against the wall. I love making him desperate and leaving him begging for it. I thrust my tongue deeper, making him squirm and pant. “Please, baby.” I smile, knowing exactly what he needs. I press a kiss to each fleshy globe of his perfect ass.
He jolts as my slick fingers slip between his cheeks, rubbing against his wrinkled pucker. It’s already wet and relaxed from my tongue. I open him up wider with my intruding digits, sliding in and out until my third finger is moving in with ease. I line my already condom covered cock up with his entrance and push myself in. “Mmm.” The sounds he makes are always delicious and nearly have me finishing before getting all the way inside him.
“Mmm indeed baby.” I press further into his hole, and his warm walls squeeze tightly against me. “So tight and perfect.”
I keep going until I’m pushing past his sphincter. He releases a loud moan and I’m thankful for the loud music downstairs. I fuck into him in slow long thrusts before slipping out to slam back in harder and deeper. Every muscle in my body strains as I continue thrusting my hips forward, chasing my release. I wrap my fingers around his thick, leaking cock. He fucks into my fist while I fuck into him. We move in sync until we are both shaking from our own bliss. He comes in long spurts against the wall and my release is confined inside the condom. I hate not being able to watch my cum dripping from inside him. “Fuck, it just gets better and better each time,” I say, panting in his ear. His hair is damp with sweat and he goes boneless against the wall. “Yes, and it always will as long as it is you and me.”
I smile at the thought of it always being the two of us. I slip out of him, tying off the condom and press a kiss to his sweaty cheek. “I love you.”
He turns around pulling up his pants and tucking in his shirt. His lips rub against mine tenderly. “I love you too, beautiful.” He slides the mask off my face, “Especially the man beneath the mask.”