New Years

Avery keeps it cool when the clock hits zero. The room goes dark, the kiss happens, and then it’s just the two of them in a hallway that smells like champagne and winter coats. She doesn’t let the moment slip. She drops to her knees right there, palms flat on his thighs, taking him into her mouth while the laughter carries on around the corner. She works him slow, tongue pressing flat, cheeks hollowing with each pass. When she pulls off, a thin strand of spit shines on her lower lip and she wipes it with the back of her hand like it’s nothing. Later, the bedroom door clicks shut. The same hands that shook his cock now spread herself open across his lap. She lowers onto him inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt in her ass. The rhythm stays deliberate—grind, pause, grind again—until her breath catches and she tells him not to pull out. He doesn’t. He finishes deep inside her and stays there, feeling every pulse. When he slips free, she turns, wraps her lips around him again, tasting everything he left behind. Ball sucking comes next; her tongue rolls each one into her mouth with careful, wet attention before she returns to his cock, drawing out the last drops. She swallows, straightens her dress, and walks back into the party like nothing happened.