black tie

Mike rang Allison’s doorbell and tugged at the collar of his white tuxedo shirt. It was a tad on the snug side, and he cursed Al and Miles for throwing this fancy shindig and forcing him to wear a tuxedo in the first place. He felt old and stuffy, not to mention uncomfortable. Jeans and t-shirts were more his style. When he’d once suggested that Lex didn’t need to wear button down shirts and pressed slacks all the time, Al and Miles had laughed and brushed it off as a joke.

Mike scowled and ran a hand over his freshly shaved head, wishing the night was already over. He was just about to ditch the jacket and toss it in the bushes - he was cooking under that thing - when the door opened and he lost all thoughts completely.

Allison smiled at him and said hello. Mike just stared. Her hair and makeup were perfect, and the dress she wore was long, black and slinky, hugging every curve. Two spaghetti-thin straps held it up, and Mike felt his gaze dart to her breasts, practically spilling out over the low-cut bodice.

“Hello? Are you going to stand there all night or come in?” Allison asked, clearly amused.

Mike nodded dumbly and stepped inside, tripping over the welcome mat.

“I just need to grab my jewelry and shoes and we can go,” she said, turning towards her bedroom.

Mike stared after her. Once she was out of his sight, he snapped out of his daze and rubbed his eyes.

“Did you see her?” he asked, looking at Phantom curled up in a chair.

The dog lifted a brow as if to say, “Dude, I live with her, you think I haven’t noticed?”

Allison came back, putting on earrings.

“How do I look?” she asked.

“Edible,” Mike purred, stepping closer. “It’s not too late, we can cancel, call in sick.”

She danced away from his reaching fingers, laughing. “Later. We need to go or we’ll be late.”

“We need to go directly to the bedroom,” he said.

Allison braced herself against the wall with one hand and lifted her left foot to adjust the ankle strap on her shoe.

“I hope these don’t hurt too badly later on. I didn’t get a chance to break them in like I wanted to,” she said.

Mike felt his face grow warm, along with other places, as he caught sight of the smooth, shapely skin of her leg.

“It’s decided,” he said. “Those shoes are dangerous. We’re not going.”

“Will you stop? It’s only for a few hours. You can wait.”

She picked up a small clutch purse from the hall table and went over to him, looping her arm through his.

“Let’s go,” she said.

As they made their way to his car parked in the driveway, Mike took advantage of his height and peered down Allison’s dress. He could almost swear her breasts were winking at him, teasing him. He let out a low growl from the back of his throat as he helped her in the car.

Driving proved difficult. He didn’t want to look anywhere but at her.

“If you kill us, you’ll never have sex with me again,” Allison warned, gripping the dashboard as the car swerved in the lane.

“Then I should pull over immediately and remove that dress. It’s clearly a road hazard.”

“Just drive. Pretend I’m not here.”

She shifted in her seat, and everything shifted under the dress as well. Mike felt his blood rush everywhere but his brain and said, “A little hard when the twins are waving.”

Allison snorted, a very unladylike noise. “Oh please. Chloe shows off more than this in the show.”

Michael stopped at a red light. “Note to self,” he said, “convince wardrobe that Chloe is to appear in turtlenecks from here on out.”

“Pig,” Allison said with a smile.

They arrived at the hotel and walked arm and arm inside. The ballroom was filled with people dancing, eating and drinking champagne, celebrating the success of the show and its confirmed next season. Mike tried to hide his scowl and prepared himself for the evening, knowing he would be rewarded for his patience later.

~*~*~

Three hours later, Mike leaned against the bar and watched Allison from across the ballroom. She was talking with some of the set decorators, using her hands to gesture, which in turn made her breasts bounce. She was going to kill him with those things, he was convinced.

Tom sidled up to him and nudged him with his elbow.

“She’s hot,” Tom said, sipping his drink and staring appreciatively in Allison’s direction.

“Excuse me?” Mike asked, glaring at his friend.

“Well, she is. What would you like me to say, that she’s a hag?”

“You say that and I’ll rip your lungs out.”

Tom chuckled. “You’ve got it bad.”

“No shit.” Mike turned sideways and tried not to look at her. “I’m so hard, I could crack walnuts.”

“Ack, too much information,” Tom said, and wandered off to find his wife.

Mike checked his watch. It was now time to get the hell out of there before he took her right there on the dance floor. He dodged dancing couples and waiters and finally arrived by Allison. He placed a hand at the small of her back. She looked up and smiled at him, her eyes shining.

“I’m ready to go,” he said softly.

Allison nodded and they said polite goodbyes to people as they hurried for the door. Once inside the car, Allison pulled her dress up above her knees, slid out of her shoes and began pulling pins from her hair. Springy blond curls framed her face, and Mike bit his lip to keep the car straight.

“Where to?” he asked, his voice low and gruff.

“My house. It’s closer.”

He drove as fast as he could without breaking too many laws and came to a screeching halt in her driveway. He threw the car into park and raced around to help her out. His pulse kicked up a notch as he watched her get out of the car, her long legs momentarily distracting him from her breasts. She held her dress up with one hand so she wouldn’t trip and her shoes in the other.

Michael ran ahead and unlocked the door, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his black socks. Once they were inside, he took her shoes and tossed them away, eliciting a rough bark from Phantom. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bedroom where he laid her gently on the bed. There was no need for the lights to be turned on, the bright moon shone through the sheer curtains of the window, casting the entire room in a soft glow.

Allison rose to her knees and kissed him, her tongue battling with his for dominance. He ran his fingers up her back, fumbling for and finding the zipper of the dress. He tugged it downward, loving the feel of smooth silk and bare skin in his hands.

Allison attacked his neck with her lips, at the same time, unbuttoning his shirt. She reached his waist and pulled the shirt free from his pants. Pushing the shirt aside to reveal his chest, she trailed her mouth along his collarbone, then headed south and towards his nipples. He moaned hard and gripped her shoulders.

“I want you,” Allison murmured, raising her mouth to meet his again. She tasted like chocolate and champagne, sweet and tangy at the same time.

Mike lifted her off the bed and placed her on her feet. He pulled the straps of her dress down over her shoulders, and the dress fell away, pooling around her feet. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close. Her skin was hot, almost feverish, and her face was flushed with anticipation.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, “moving this way and that under that dress.”

“I bought it just for you,” she said. Her little pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “I knew it would drive you nuts.”

Mike grinned and slid one hand inward from her hips, up to her belly, making her shiver, then moving his index finger down between her legs. She shuddered and closed her eyes.

“You’re wet,” he whispered.

She didn’t reply. Mike moved his hand inside her black lace panties, touching, stroking, pleasing her. She held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, even through his shirt. When he slipped a finger inside her, she let out a cry and slumped against him, her body shaking with climax. He smiled and dragged her panties down until they fell and rested with the dress.

Allison raised her head and gently pushed him away. He took a step back and watched with a hungry expression as she reached behind her and unhooked the black strapless bra. Her breasts sprang free of their prison, the nipples hard and round. She tossed the bra aside, then turned and crawled onto the bed, glancing over her shoulder at him with a come-hither stare.

Mike gladly followed her, pulling off his shirt as he went. Allison lay on her back, propped up on her elbows, her legs splayed, inviting Mike to come closer. He inched forward, leaned over her, stopped when Allison raised her knee to rub against the erection straining in his pants, moaned when he felt her hands on his zipper.

She sat up and shoved his pants and underwear down his hips, her breasts brushing against the hair on his chest, causing him to suck in a deep breath, and her nipples to harden even more.

Mike kicked off his pants and underwear, finally naked. Allison lay back again, and Mike dipped his head to her chest, his mouth finding her left breast and latching on. He sucked and nipped with his teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to make Allison sigh with content and arch against him. He used his hand to part her lush folds and tease the nub of sensitive skin to a boiling point yet again.

Before he sent her over the edge, he slowed, causing her to moan in frustration. She clutched his head in both hands and thrashed beneath him.

“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Now, please God, now.”

Mike braced himself so he was above her, positioning his penis by her slick, wet opening.

“Look at me,” he breathed.

She stared up at him, her eyes huge and luminescent in the moonlight. They held eye contact as he entered her, never blinking. She raised her hips to allow him even deeper inside her. Buried as far as he could go, Mike began to move his hips. Allison quickly matched his rhythm, running her fingers up and down his back.

He claimed her mouth with his own, and they kissed with uncontrollable desire. They moved at a frenzied pace, their bodies slick with sweat.

She squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth in a little “o” and Mike watched, loving her expression when she came. He felt her hot, tight muscles clench around him, and he gritted his teeth and buried his face between her breasts as he exploded inside her.

They lay there, a limp tangle of limbs, breathing heavily. Allison sighed and kissed the top of Mike’s head.

“Having fun down there?” she asked, giggling a little.

“Nice view,” Mike said, his voice muffled. He lifted his head to look at her. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”

Allison blushed. “I probably look stupid.”

“No. It’s a look of pure pleasure, and it amazes me knowing I can make you look like that.”

She kissed him again, then hugged her to him.

“I love you,” she said, so softly that Mike almost missed hearing it.

“I love you, too.” He paused and said, “Wanna go again,” with a cheeky grin.

Allison burst out laughing and kissed him, slapping him playfully on the ass. Mike rolled off her and lay on his side, one arm thrown over her stomach to hold her close. They drifted off to sleep, each thanking God for bringing them together.

~end