Masquerade ✔️

three: noelle

I'm a wanderess, I'm a one-night stand, don't belong to no city don't belong to no man.

Tonight is boring.

Normally at these parties, I get hammered, find some guy, sometimes two, and have very loud, very sloppy sex in a guest bedroom.

I know every attendee, obviously, I help Drew pick them, carefully selected from a pool of celebrities that have never attended before. Myself being the only exception.

"Noelle?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts as a man's hand is placed on my arm, a set of warn brown eyes locked on mine.

"Sorry." I take a sip of champagne and realize that he's removed his mask and revealed himself. I think I've already introduced myself, because I'm still wearing my own.

"So, how fame is treating you?" Oscar asks, bringing his own glass to his lips. 

"Can't complain. Though, the fans are a bit overwhelming." I reply, making sure he's not looking before knocking back the glass and getting another.

"Yeah, they can be. But the sex is amazing, I must say." He flirts and I nearly choke on the champagne, almost dropping the glass. But he is attractive, and the drinking is loosing my inhibitions.

"Amazing, huh?" I take another long sip.

"Well, good. I've never had amazing." Oscar winks and I grin, setting my champagne on a passing tray and swiping at a lock of hair that's fallen into my face.

"I've been told I'm amazing." My flirting is blatant, but I really don't care. There's enough alcohol in me, and Oscar is really a very handsome man, despite the fact that he's fourteen years older than me.

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow with a grin.

• • •

The bed is creaking.

Normally, I prefer to be on top, but his weight pressing me into the mattress is nice.

Not to mention that Oscar's pounding me senseless.

He's excellent, better than I've had in a while, and huge, filling me up completely.

"So f.ucking tight." Oscar grunts, drawing himself almost completely out just to slam into me mercilessly. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure, rough but not too rough.

My fingernails dig into the skin of his back and his hips slam into mine with force, one of his digits playing with the nerves between my legs.

I close my eyes and sigh in contentment, gripping a fistful of his curly black hair as he kisses up and down my neck.

One of his thrusts send me over the edge, hitting the right spot that makes my toes curl in pleasure and my legs shake.

Oscar releases with a moan, spilling into the condom, and mumbles incoherently into the crook of my neck, his lips grazing the delicate skin.

"F.uck." Oscar flops down on the sheets beside me, his skin glossy with sweat. I try to catch my breath, panting hard.

"Jesus." I sigh, running my fingers through my tangled hair.