A Renaissance Party Pt. 02

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose trying to ward off the headache he knew was brewing. He had stayed up too late last night with the maid from his hotel. Her flirty little giggles coaxed his spirit after dealing with his asshole of a Director. He never took time off from work, and frankly that jackass owed him a lot more than a single weekend off after all the clients he'd brought into the company.

He angrily turned his phone off and tossed it onto a nearby seat, ignoring the missed calls piling up on his home screen. He needed a break. He needed a woman. Just one more fling to take his mind off of things before the big party tomorrow. Shouldn't be hard. It was a bit too easy for him to get girls. He was handsome and striking in his trimmed suits and luxury denim. He worked hard for his appearance, spending hours in the gym everyday. It was important to him to stay fit and active so he didn't wind up like his father sitting in a nursing home somewhere in Calgary.

He leaned back in the leather seat and glanced out the window. Rain spattered down the car window and puddles splashed up as they drove across the city. It was dark outside and gloomy. Just like his mood.

"Driver! How much longer until we reach the manor?" He spoke to the window watching his appearance stare back at him.

"About 35 minutes, sir." The driver responded back. Good. That was plenty of time.

"I'm going to take a nap. Do not disturb me."

"Yes sir."

Az pressed a button and a screened window rolled up creating a barrier between him and the limo driver. Marcus was ridiculous sending a limousine to pick him up from the hotel. It was too much. A simple black rental car would have been enough. That was Marcus, though. Living in the lap of luxury ever since they were kids.

Az rested his head on the backrest still staring at the rain coated glass. Green eyes flashed across his memory. He watched the rain slide down the window in soft rivulets and imagined two bodies pressed against each other, sweat and seed mixing between them. He imagined a little green fairy between his legs, her emerald eyes glowing, while the rest of her face was hidden behind a winged magenta mask. Mystery and desire. Temptation and mischief.

His cock hardened at the thought of her, and he felt his pants get tight. There was an aching throb between his legs that needed to be wrung out. Now. Az closed his eyes, slouched down into the seat spreading his legs wide, and rubbed his palm against that ache. His cock grew in response. Raven hair swept across his vision. How long had it been? Two years now? He was angry with himself for being so consumed by someone he barely knew. Someone who, to his demise, was now happily engaged in another country according to Marcus. He thought about her often. Gemma with the emerald eyes.

His ache grew harder and more intrusive. He loosened his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. He stroked it upwards feeling its length as he went. The skin was soft and tight, freshly shaven and moisturized. His veins popped on the sides as he stroked himself awake. The tip of his penis was hard and sensitive. He would drag his hand to the bottom and feel relief and then drag it back up until it tingled. Again and again with this motion, his grip getting stronger and softer. Stronger and softer. Up and down, up and down.

He moaned deep in his throat imagining it was Gemma who gripped his cock. Her delicate hands fisted over each other as she tried to hold and control his thick staff. She would struggle and whimper, eventually using her mouth to subdue her desire to touch him. To have him inside her. She would greedily jump on top of him, pinning him down with her soaked cunt. She would ride him deeply, their bodies sliding across the slick embrace. He remembered the sound of her yelps when he plunged into her. He remembered how wet she felt as she squeezed her pelvic floor on his wide girth. The sweat coating her neck and forehead, her boobs bouncing right out of her neckline. Her tiny nipple playing peek-a-boo.

He shuddered thinking of her being in this limo with him right now. All the things he could and would do. He would finger that nipple and take it between his teeth until she screamed his name with her honeyed voice. He only knew her name and the way her bare thighs felt on his calloused hands. Knew the way her eyes shuttered when she was about to climax. He groaned slow and low as the pressure in his cock grew. The force pressing upwards into his tip, the need he drove out with each pump of his fist.

The last image he had was of her lifting her skirts to expose their combined juices flowing down her legs. He exploded and semen ejaculated onto the nearby leather seat. He continued beating that rod until it emptied out entirely. His breath was raspy and weak. His heart stammered in his chest. He saw her walking away, a gentle smile on her face, as their fingers slowly separated. He watched her disappear among a crowd as someone pulled at his collar to turn him away, his hand out-stretched beckoning her to come back to him.

And then he opened his eyes. Reality breaking him away from the memories.

He sat up and zipped himself back up. He grabbed a tissue and hand sanitizer from the console and cleaned up his mess. Then he leaned back into the seat and took a long drink of water. He loosened his tie because now he felt withdrawn. Trapped within this shell of a limo.

A tap sounded on the driver's window. Az pressed a button to roll it down.

"Sir, we are approaching the Rightmoore residence."

Az nodded his head in response.

The limo pulled around the drive and came to a stop at the front steps. Marcus was already outside waiting and opened the door for Azriel to step out. They embraced in a bro hug very unlike their upscale appearances.

"My man!" Marcus cheered.

"A limo, Marcus? Really?" Az drawled.

"Only the best for my best friend." Marcus crooned and gave Az a swift pat on the back.

A doorman gathered Azriel's bags and they walked into the foyer. Marcus' home always left him speechless. Marcus had inherited a large sum of money after his mother had passed when they were just leaving college, and had turned around and invested all of it into new age startup companies like matcha powder and mushroom coffee. They had, of course, flourished. If you truly knew Marcus though, then you knew he did not match his exterior at all. He was very much a surfer bro stuck in a suit of high expectations complete with a hefty pedestal leftover from his father.

They hugged again and laughed about some inside joke. As they chatted about Azriel's trip, a coupling of laughter echoed down the corridor. Two women approached giggling about something they were carrying. Az looked up just as Marjorie walked in first carrying skeleton feet. Followed behind her was a long skeleton body, at least 8 feet long, being supported on the other side by another woman with her head down, black raven hair shielding her eyes.

Marcus laughed and splayed his hands distracting Az. "When you said you got a large skeleton, you didnt say larger than the doors!"

Marjorie laughed and grinned at him, her rich auburn locks falling over her shoulder as she hauled the large figurine. "It will look amazing with the rest of the decor. You'll see." The women turned away from them and leaned the skeleton against the wall. The woman with Marjorie was wrestling the limbs back into place as Marjorie walked over and hooked her arm into Marcus'. They had started dating a few months after Marcus' annual party two years ago.

Marcus had a thing for the Renaissance era so he threw an elaborate party every year with the intention that everyone drink as much as possible and lean into their vices with spirited joy. They had met through mutual friends and Marcus was very much enthralled by Marjorie's serene beauty. The couple was adorable and flirtatious. They would frequently commit PDA and randomly start making out no matter who was around. Az liked to imagine them as Morticia and Gomez Addams. Just a more spirited and flamboyant version.

"How ya doin' Marj?" Az asked with a smile.

"You know I hate that nickname." She frowned at him before patting him on the arm with a returned smile.

"Old habits die hard, Marj. You'll just have to change your name at this point." Giggled the female behind him. She had left the skeleton on the floor and was making her way towards them. He glanced over his shoulder at her and felt the breath leave his body.

Raven hair fluttered past him on invisible fairy wings. He could smell honey and nectar as she flitted past. She walked up to her friend and hooked an arm into hers. Az stared at the three standing together, arms hooked like a trio of friends. But mostly his eyes locked onto the emerald green ones that stared back.

"Shut the fuck up..." He said in awe.

"Excuse me?" She said with a pinch of her dark brow. She stared at him with confusion and curiosity.

He just stared back at a loss for words.

It was her. Gemma with the emerald eyes.