Melanie got off work at 5:00 on Halloween. As soon as she got home she fed the cats then jumped in the shower. She was ready to go at 6:30 when Brian texted her to say he was downstairs.
When she got outside she found him waiting next to his jeep with Sal and his girlfriend. He was dressed as 1970's Elvis. She smiled as she approached him.
"Holy shit," he said once she was standing in front of him. "You look...wow."
"I take it The King approves?"
"The King definitely approves. You know Ghostbusters is my favorite movie, right?"
The jumpsuit was unzipped just enough so her cleavage was prominent and the pants stopped a couple of inches below her ass. She had paired it with black, knee high boots.
"Wanted to make sure my tits would be the only ones you're looking at tonight," she whispered in his ear as he hugged her.
"You do not need to worry about that."
She said hello to Sal, who was dressed as DMC from the hip hop group Run-DMC, and he introduced her to his girlfriend Carly, who was dressed as a sexy Queen of Hearts. They headed off to the subway station that was a few blocks away from her apartment.
When they got into Manhattan they went into the first bar they came to and had a couple of drinks before heading off to the parade. They walked in the parade with hundreds of other people in costume, veering off after about an hour to go and bar hop.
They slowly made their way north, towards midtown, meeting up with friends along the way. It was nearly 2:00 when they showed up at the WestHouse Hotel. Brian and Sal, having done this so often, knew spending the night in Manhattan was the safest and easiest thing to do.
Their rooms were next to each other, and the couples said their good night's in the hallway. Their room had 4 windows overlooking Times Square 23 stories below. All of the curtains were open, filling the room with light. Melanie walked over to the windows next to the bed and looked out.
Brian walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist. He pulled her hair to one side and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned back into him. Instantly feeling dizzy, she gripped his arms.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Dizzy," she mumbled.
He guided her over to the bed then stripped down to his boxer shorts. She laid down and he sat next to her and removed her boots. His hands moved lightly up her legs and she watched with bated breath as they inched closer to her crotch.
He straddled her, kissing her lips lightly while brushing his cock against her. His mouth trailed down her jawline to her neck again. The scraping of his beard on her skin sent a shiver through her body. He slowly unzipped her jumpsuit as his mouth grazed her cleavage.
As his mouth made contact with her nipple she moaned and grabbed his hair. The room was spinning again but it felt good, what he was doing.
"Did you wear this just for me?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"Yes. I knew you'd like it."
"You know me so well. You look hot as fuck in it but it's time to get you naked."
He sat up, bringing her with him so he could pull the jumpsuit off of her. She was left in just her thong, but only for a few seconds. He laid between her legs and spread her lips apart. His hands slid under her ass, lifting her slightly off the bed.
A sharp intake of breath came from the head of the bed as his mouth made contact with her skin. His tongue swirled around her clit before licking her up the middle.
"Fuck," she called out, gripping the covers.
He moved back to her clit, licking and sucking alternately. Her back arched as soon as his tongue made its way inside her. She squirmed beneath him as it flicked in and out, and as he plunged it deep within. It didn't take long for her to release into his mouth.
As soon as she was finished he yanked his boxers off and straddled her. He filled her up quickly and wasted no time driving in and out of her. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Their lips crashed together, the kissing sloppy but neither of them noticing.
"Are you ready baby?" he asked breathlessly.
He grunted after three more thrusts, spilling into her. Once he completed he finished her off using his fingers on her clit. He kissed her before collapsing beside her. Once they caught their breath she curled up beside him and fell asleep.
They were awakened to the sound of someone knocking loudly on the door. Light was pouring into the room because they hadn't closed the curtains. Melanie put the pillow over her head as Brian got up, threw on his boxers and went to answer it.
"What's up?" Brian asked Sal.
"We're headed out. Gonna stop and get some breakfast. Do you want to come?"
"What time is it?"
"No thanks. We're not ready to get up yet."
"Alright. I'll talk to you later then."
He closed the door then went to use the toilet. He pulled the blinds down on all of the windows before getting back into bed. Melanie groaned.
"What?" he asked.
"My head is pounding."
She flung the covers off, got up and headed to the bathroom. Half way there she stumbled, bumping loudly into the wall.
"Are you ok?" Brian asked, sitting up to look at her.
"Yeah. I'm still drunk."
She returned to the bed a few minutes later, laying on her side facing away from him. He moved next to her and put an arm around her.
"We can stay as long as you want," he whispered into her ear.
And with that they both fell back asleep.
YOU ARE READING
When she moved to New York City the last thing on Melanie's mind was finding the love of her life. But then she met Brian Quinn. And life took and unexpected turn.