4. All The Same

“Anyway, my point is the character wasn’t worth shit. I might as well have picked according to status.” I said, swirling the ice around my drink.

“Well, luckily for me I figured that out a long time ago. Long before I would’ve found myself hosting one of these.” He proudly declares.

“Oh, is that why you’re a bit of a slut?” The words come out before my brain has an opportunity to register them. I slap my hands over my mouth, embarrassed by what I just said. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. That was so rude, I wasn’t thinking.” I say from behind my hands.

“That’s okay.” He laughs, “yes, that is why I am a bit of a slut.” He was clearly enjoying this a bit too much. “Though I wouldn’t say I pick according to status. I’m more of a appearance kind of guy, myself.”

“If I decided to forsake character, that would probably make it on my shortlist. That would probably be the only way you’d make it, since you Blackburn men are probably all the same.” I say, probably getting too comfortable with him.

It was true though. His playboy nature aside, Alec was the youngest and most successful of the Blackburn seniors. Being an oopsie baby born when Camden’s grandparents were well into their fifties, the closest sibling to him in age was almost out of high school when he was born. He is a tech entrepreneur and somewhat of a venture capitalist. Any business venture that his hands touch turns to gold.

“Well the same can be said for you. You have insulted me so much in the past five minutes I don’t think your personality would even attract me that much.” He retorts.

“Ouch, you wound me, Alec.” I bring my hand up and clutch my chest in faux pain. “But only just a bit. It would hurt a little bit more if you didn’t just just admit to thinking that I’m pretty.”

I tilt my head to the side and look him up and down, “I’m flattered, truly. But I think I’ve had enough Blackburn dick to last me a lifetime.” I say coyly, deciding to attend to my drink.

I don’t even look up when I hear him drag his barstool closer to me. He gets so close that I can feel his breath against my skin when he says what he does next. “It’s probably a good thing, too. If you’re so tired out by a boy… a man just might break you.” He says, the challenge in his tone clear.

“Is there really much of a difference? Like I said, you Blackburn men are all the same. You take any little comment as a challenge.” I flirt back.

“Why don’t you come up to mine and see just how much of a… difference there is.” He whispers.

“Tsk tsk tsk. The impropriety, what will the people say?” I ask, casually reminding him of the fact that we were in a room full of people.

“You can’t back down now, darling. Where is all that nerve you had just a second ago?”

“Still here.” I reply.

“Will it still be here at the end of the night?” I nod in response. “Good, then when you’re ready, you know where to find me.” Be slips a piece of paper into my hand; and with that he got up from his seat and walked out of the reception venue.

**************

Right now the party was starting to dwindle, people were ready to go home. I should probably consider leaving, myself. I don’t need to be here for the wrap up, the vendors already know what to do.

I do my rounds, thanking everyone for coming and bidding them a good night; as it was steadily creating toward midnight at this point.

My feet were killing me so I was somewhat stumbling to the exit. Every movement brought my attention to something that was scraping against my chest. All night I had been bothered by this scratching, I just thought it was a tag I forgot to cut off.

I reach into my dress to find the source of my discomfort. A folded up piece of paper.

I unravel it to see that on it there was a address. A room number in a nearby hotel.

At the end of the short ride, I paid the driver and proceed to make my way to the elevators, up to the ninth floor. When the doors open, I walk down the corridor to the room number that was on my paper.

I can feel my heartbeat pick up pace as I bring my hand up to knock. It beats even faster as I wait for an answer.

Alec opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of silk pijama bottoms. I take a moment to appreciate his bare torso before I bring my eyes up to meet his.

“You came. I was beginning to think you’d have me waiting all night.” He said, his eyes gleaming with obvious amusement at the fact that he caught me ogling him.

“I had to see for myself what all the hype was about.” I smiled.

He held out his hand for me to take “come see, then.”

I took his hand and he dragged me inside, swiftly closing the door behind us. His mouth was on mine before the door even clicked shut.

The kiss was passionate and urgent. It was definitely not the kind I was used to. We both knew what we wanted from each other, and we weren’t going to waste each others time.

I brought my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me. I felt him palm my ass before he picked me up and put me on top of the entryway table. His hands began to inch up my skirt; and his mouth left mine as he started trailing kisses down my neck. His mouth finds the delicate spot behind my ear, he gives it a light suck and pulls a soft moan from me. I feel him smiling against my skin.

His hands still up my skirt; one cupping my ass, the other one tracing my folds though my underwear. When his thumb grazes my clit through the fabric, it sends a delicious shiver down my spine. I start to move my hips, trying to get more from him.

“You’re very eager.” He whispers into my ear, and I can only offer a small whimper in response.

He pulls my underwear to the side and I take a relieved breath as he plunges a single finger into me. He pulls it out slowly, torturously, before adding another one. He brings his mouth back onto mine, swallowing my gasp. He begins to rub my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

I ride his hand, bringing myself closer to the edge.

“That’s right, ride my fingers.” He breaths onto my lips.

He starts to go faster and faster, and I feel myself on the cusp of an orgasm. He hooks his fingers inside me, reaching a sweet spot; and I just lose it. I throw my head back and clench my thighs as I ride out the orgasm.

When I come back down from my high, I open my eyes look back at him.

“Open.” He says, looking at my lips. I do as he says. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and brings them to my lips to taste.

I lick my cum off of his fingers, and he gives me a devious smile.

This is going to end up being a very good night.