Party of Four

An Intimate Birthday Dinner - Riley

It wasn’t unusual to hear music coming from Nica’s room while she got ready for anything. However, her choice of song while she got ready for my birthday dinner felt like it might be a preview of tonight’s celebration. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part as I listened to “Grind With Me,” even muffled through both of our bedroom doors.

I tried to focus on getting myself ready. Last year I’d asked Willow to take me shopping. I had always liked more alternative styles, but outside of buying black clothes, I didn’t really know what to do as far as styling. Or where to shop.

Willow had helped me out considerably.

Thanks to Willow, my birthday outfit consisted of a pair of black trousers and a black and white striped button-down. The shirt fit loosely, and I tucked it in to show off the simple silver-buckled black belt. I also left a couple of buttons undone at the top and put a thick silver chain around my neck. The cuffs of the pants were rolled up just enough to show a sliver of the black dress socks I wore with my Dr. Martens oxfords.

I checked my appearance in my mirror one more time, making sure my hair looked okay before heading downstairs. Cole was already sitting on the couch. He wore a plain white button down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was tucked into gray slacks that I was pretty sure were the same ones he’d worn on Valentine’s Day. Especially considering Cole wasn’t the type to dress up, he probably hasn’t went out and bought a new outfit just for my birthday. He also, once again, wore dad’s borrowed gray oxfords.

The music coming from upstairs cut off, and a moment later, Nica’s bedroom door opened. I looked up towards the second floor railing as she appeared at the end of the hallway. My mouth fell open, and I was pretty sure Cole’s did too. I didn’t think I’d ever stop being blown away be how stunning she was.

She wore an emerald green dress that had a slit almost all the way up to her hip. The silk hugged her curves, wrapping around her like a glove. The thin straps barely held up the plunging neckline, not that I was complaining. Her dark curls cascaded down her back, pulled over one shoulder. As she moved towards the stairs, I caught sight of the strappy black heels she wore.

Cole and I immediately moved into the entryway to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. “You look incredible,” I told her, causing her to blush.

“Absolutely radiant,” Cole added.

“You both look quite handsome yourselves,” she told us. Nica kissed him first, then me. My kiss was accompanied by a soft, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

I held my keys in one hand, and patted my pockets to double check that I had my phone and wallet. Cole held the door for us, and I stepped back to let Nica step out first. I opened the front passenger door to the Sportage so Nica could get in, then shut it after her. Cole slid into the back seat and I moved around to the driver’s side.

Nica was already switching through the songs as I pulled out of the driveway, eventually settling on Doja Cat. We were headed to The Bourbon House, one of the classier steakhouses in town. There was no faux western theme like The Stockyard or places like that. There was a vintage atmosphere, but it didn’t feel pretentious. And we could still afford it, even if it felt like more of a splurge than some of the other places we frequented. The head chef and owner was from New Orleans, and a lot of the food on the menu had a Cajun flair to it. Exciting for Nica, concerning for Cole. I was somewhere in the middle. I didn’t mind a little spice, but Nica’s pregnancy symptoms has cranked her need for heat up to the extreme.

We were seated pretty quickly, but had plenty of time to look at the menus before the server greeted us. They had a long list of custom craft bourbon-based cocktails, and it was almost impossible to decide what to order. Nica chose the non-alcoholic Bayou Berry Shrub that was a mix of black berry syrup, white grape juice, and ginger ale. I ordered the Fig and Spice Sazerac, and Cole ordered the pecan praline old fashioned.

The server brought us three glasses of water while we waited on our other drinks, and we took a little extra time looking at the menu. I knew I was going to order a steak, but I hadn’t decided what steak. There were a considerable amount of options.

I ended up ordering the filet mignon oscar with creole hollandaise. It came with a side of potatoes and green beans. The server reassured me there was some heat, particularly in the sauce, but that it wasn’t overwhelming. Cole found a dish that was completely spice free. A classic New York strip steak with fire-roasted asparagus. Nica’s order was terrifying though. She got the blackened voodoo chicken with dirty rice. The combination of cayenne and white peppers in the seasoning had me concerned to say the least.

Surprisingly, she didn’t complain that it wasn’t spicy enough. She did, however, down four glasses of water while she ate. Other than that though, she barely reacted to the heat. Her eyes only slightly watered, and she sniffled every now and then, and I started to wonder if she was even human. For dessert, we were treated to a platter of Bourbon Street beignets with a chicory crème brûlée dip.

We took a little time after we finished eating before finally preparing to leave. Cole paid for dinner, telling me it was part of my birthday present. Then we headed home.

Nica skipped through a few songs on the radio before finally settling on something I didn’t recognize, though the singer’s voice was familiar. She sang along, her hand on my thigh.

I couldn’t help the growing excitement that was building within me. They told me they had birthday presents waiting for me, but the only thing I wanted to unwrap was Nica. Her fingers brushing against me as she shifted in her seat, and I couldn’t help wondering if it was intentional. Knowing how she had planned Cole’s birthday, I could only imagine what might be in store for me.

I reached over, placing my hand on her thigh while I drove with the other hand. The silk of her dress was soft and cool under my palm. She shifted in her seat again, causing the fabric to slide against my skin. The slit in the skirt exposed her thigh, and there was nothing between us. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and was pretty sure she was trying to hide a smirk.

We pulled into the driveway, and she slid her hand against my thigh. This time I knew it was deliberate and intentional, even as she drew her hand away to undo her seatbelt. Cole had stepped out of the backseat and opened her for door her. I sucked in a deep breath trying to compose myself before I got out of the car.

As much as I wanted to push Nica up against the car and ravish her, I still had to endure receiving presents.

Now, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for their gifts. I did appreciate them, tremendously. I loved the gifts. However, between letting my own imagination wander when I heard Pretty Ricky coming from Nica’s bedroom earlier in the night, then her subtle teasing on the drive home, the only thing I could think about was what that dress would look like on the floor.

Cole gave me his gift first. It was a simple black box, barely bigger than my palm. He smiled as he handed it to me. I carefully pulled the lid off, revealing the watch underneath. The black leather strap was smooth and supple beneath my fingertips. The face was sleek and solid black, the hands almost imperceptible against it. If it weren’t for the fact they were too solid matte lines against the glossy face, it would nearly look like they weren’t there to begin with.

“This is so nice,” I breathed, sliding it off the little velvet pillow it was secured around. “Thank you.”

Cole shrugged, sliding his glasses up his nose. “Mom said you’d been eyeing a couple of different ones.”

I immediately put the watch on, holding my arm in front of me to test how it looked.

“My turn,” Nica grinned. She handed me a box too. Hers was wider, but flatter, and wrapped in a thin paper with a ribbon around it.

I untied the ribbon and peeled the paper back. It wasn’t a box at all, it was a case. A glossy black bottom with a clear lid housed velvet lining and four sets of silver lapel pins. A pair of ravens, a pair of roses, a pair of daggers, and a pair of bats. Each one was connected to its mate by delicate double chains. “Nica…”

She grinned, clearly proud of herself. “Willow said you were looking at them when she took you shopping before, but that you’d talked yourself out of them.”

“I wasn’t sure when I’d actually get a chance to wear them,” I admitted.

“Wear them to work,” she answered. “It’ll look nice, add some personality to your uniform. It’ll be no different than wearing a necklace or earrings.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, pulling her close and kissing her.

“Well I’m going to bed,” Cole interrupted, yawning. “I have to be up early tomorrow.” He pressed a kiss to Nica’s temple, and she turned, pulling him back into another goodnight kiss before letting him leave. He tossed me another happy birthday before heading up the stairs.

“Guess that just leaves us,” I grinned, my hand slid down her forearm and slid against her palm. Our fingers entwined and I wrapped my arm around Nica’s waist to pull her flush against me. “Now, do I get a birthday dessert?” I arched my brows suggestively, mischief gleaming in my eyes.

“What? The beignets weren’t enough?” she teased, matching my grin.

Nica slipped free of my embrace, headed back to the entryway. I just sat there, dumbstruck, watching the way her hips swayed in that dress. She stopped, looking back over her shoulder at me. “Well…are you coming?”

“I’ll come twice,” I grinned, following after her without a second thought. Nica shook her head as she started up the steps, but I could hear her amused huff, and knew she was grinning at my joke.

I follow her to her room and she puts on music, that same sexy playlist she’d put on the night we’d hooked up for the first time. She stands near the bed, her back still to me. I close the door. Nica barely glances over her shoulder as she lifts her hair up off her back. “Help me with the zipper?” Her voice is thick with desire and anticipation, and I feel myself straining against my trousers as I approach her.

“Not yet,” I breathe, ghosting my hands down her sides, feeling the smooth silk under my fingertips. “I want to feel this dress between us, first,” I kiss the nape of her neck where her hair is lifted, my hands settling on her hips. I press against her, letting her feel how hard just looking at her makes me. “I want to take my time unwrapping you.”

She lowers her hair down over the front of her shoulder so that I still have access to her neck. I trail kisses from her earlobe down, across her shoulder, lightly nipping at the skin here and there. My hands glide in front of her, sliding up her body. I can finally touch her the way I’ve wanted to all night…ever since she emerged from her room ready to go out.

There’s a false sense of control right now, but we both know this is worship. It’s always worship. I cup her breasts as my lips find their way back to that sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder meet. She gasps softly and whether it’s from my teeth grazing her skin or my hands chipping her breasts, I’m not sure. My thumbs brush over her n*****s, circling them, teasing them through the soft silk.

Nica leans against me, rubbing against my erection, and I genuinely can’t tell if it’s on purpose or not. Her eyes are closed, half of a smile hangs on her parted lips. I press and squeeze and massage, my fingers brush and circle and pinch, teasing through the fabric. It’s nowhere near enough for me though.

My hands move over the tops of her breasts, finding the straps of her dress and tugging them down her shoulders. It’s not much, just enough to let her spill free. Then my hands are on her again. I continue to work the sensitive spot that so often unravels her, kissing, licking, and biting. She’ll have a hickey by the time I’m done, but I’ve grown to enjoy seeing the little marks Cole and I leave on her body.

“Lean forward,” I whisper in her ear, knowing every command is a risk. I never try to dominate her, even when she’s submitting to Cole, I encourage and support, or I worship.

She does though, catching herself on the edge of the mattress. My hands slide around her again and down her back. Nica arches into my touch. I lick my lips, then suck my bottom lip into my mouth and note down as my hands glide over the curves of her ass. I find the slit in her dress and my hand moves under it, over the top of her thigh, and between her legs.

She sucks in another gasp as my fingers trail across the lace of her panties. I know just from touching her through the dress that she’s wearing a thong. It’s such a rare choice on her part, that knowing isn’t enough. I need to feel it. To see it.

My other hand slides the dress up, pooling it around her waist and I almost groan at the sight of the black lace running between the globes of her ass.

I slide a finger under the lace, barely dipping it between her folds as I drag it along the seam of her apex. Nica shudders. I don’t want to undress her yet, but I need to taste her. I pull my hands away, gripping her hips again to keep her dress in place as I drop to my knees behind her. I run my tongue over her, through the lace. A groan is muffled against her and she shudders again.

I hook a finger under the lace and tug it to the side, just enough that I can drag my tongue through her folds. I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue, then circle her c**t. “Riley…” she breathes, her hips rocking against my tongue.

“Yes, my love…” My voice is barely over a whisper as I tug the lace back into place. I push her legs further apart and trail kisses along her inner thigh. The smell of her growing arousal is so strong, I can barely contain myself. I bite a spot just inches from her center and she gasps. There had been a hickey there just a couple of weeks ago, now there would be a new one.

While I bit and kissed and sucked a bruise into her thigh, I dragged my hand back up to her center. My hand cupped her and I ground the heel of my palm against her c**t through her already soaked thong.

She whimpered and I smirked against her soft skin. It was my birthday, but devouring her was my favorite way to celebrate anything.

Only after I had her whimpering and moaning did I finally hook my fingers under the waistband of her thong. I slid it slowly down her legs and helped her step out of it. I trailed my hands back up her legs, along her inner thighs. She was already slick with arousal, the sensitive spot where her thighs met her hips was glistening even in the dim light of her room.

I pushed her legs a little further apart and she complied, adjusting her steps. I ran my tongue over her, licking up the juices that were already running down her legs. A cross between a whimper and a moan left her lips as I moved closer to her center.

I plunged my tongue inside, moaning against her as I finally let myself have what I wanted. My tongue pumped in and out and her hips rolled back against my mouth. I circled and licked her c**t, then resumed thrusting my tongue inside. I curled and twisted my tongue, finding that sensitive spot inside her that elicited a moan from her.

“Riley…” her voice was breathy, almost ragged. “I can’t keep standing like this, not in these heels.”

I pulled back just enough to talk to her, letting my words brush over her sensitive flesh. “Then put your knees on the bed.”

She did, and I stood, taking a moment to appreciate the sight in front of me. The way her legs were parted, opening her up, exposing her to me. The way the dress clung to her, wrapped around her, and fell along her legs. My c**k twitched, straining against my pants again, reminding me it was there.

She seemed to shiver with growing anticipation. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor as I stepped out of my shoes. I unbuckled my belt and undid my trousers, pushing them and my underwear both down my legs. My erection sprang free, pre-c*m already beaded the tip. I placed one hand on her ass, rubbing and squeezing it as I peeled my socks off.

Nica shifted, pressing into my touch. I wrapped my hand around my c**k, stroking it a couple of times as I noticed it at her entrance. My hands found her hips again, and I pulled her back, gliding into her with ease.

A loud moan was pulled from her lips as her upper body lowered against the bed. She pushed back, meeting each of my thrusts. Only then did I finally unzip her dress, letting it be a tangled mess wrapped between us.

My hand slid around her, and I pulled her upright against me. The straps of her dress fell further down her arms. She slid her hands free and the fabric all pooled around her waist. Nica reached up, her hands tangling in my hair as she turned her head to lock my lips in a hungry passionate kiss. I held her hip with one hand, guiding our thrusts. The other cupped her breast, teasing her n****e. Her moans were muffled against my mouth.

“Harder…” she whispered against my lips. “I want to still feel you in the morning.” I groaned as I complied with her wishes. Both my hands were on her hips now as I pounded into her, burying my shaft completely with each thrust. Nica fell forward again, collapsing onto her forearms. I was pretty sure my hands on her, holding her, was the only thing keeping her up at all.

Her moans were lost in the blanket now. I slid one hand around her, dipping it between her legs so I could tease her c**t, applying firm steady pressure as I rubbed it. “Riley…” my name was half whisper, half moan.

I thrust a relentless rhythm. My own breath was ragged. I groaned each time her muscles tightened around me.

“Riley…” she moaned again.

“Tell me what you need,” I encouraged, leaning forward to press a kiss to her spine.

“Teeth…”

I nipped her shoulder blade and her muscles clamped around me. I pulled her upright again, my hands tangling in her hair this time so she couldn’t go anywhere. She moaned as I gave her hair a tug, pulling her head backwards. I was nearing my own climax as I bit into her neck, a firm pressure to send her over the edge, but never breaking the skin.

Nica cried out, her whole body tensing, muscles tight, milking me as I continued to thrust. Nails dug into my thighs where she held herself against me. I didn’t stop when she was done, I just held her tight, keeping her back pressed to my chest as I continued to thrust, searching for my own release. Little moans whimpers continued to escape her lips. I let go of her hair and she tucked her face against my neck, kissing and biting me as I rode out my own orgasm.