The Fire in Room 25

Two lonely hearts meet in Room 25, finding love on an unexpected Un-Birthday.

Jason had never liked birthdays. For him, they weren’t milestones to celebrate, just another reminder that time was running out. At forty-five years old, he felt every one of them pressing against his shoulders. If not for Amanda, he would’ve spent the evening alone, maybe nursing a bourbon and pretending the day wasn’t circled on the calendar.

But Amanda didn’t let him.

They had met on Mingle with Singles months ago, two scarred people with stories that rhymed more than either expected. Her husband had betrayed her with a co-worker; his wife had done the same. Different states, different details, but the same wounds. Somehow, that shared hurt had stitched a bridge between them. What began as casual messages turned into late-night talks, blurred into laughter, and eventually drifted into the kind of texts that made Jason’s chest warm and his breath short.

So when his flight touched down in Seattle, and he finally drove the extra two hours north to Bellingham, Jason had no idea what to expect.

Amanda had left directions instead of an address, cryptic, playful. He followed them to the letter until he pulled into a small inn tucked along the bay. Room 25. That was the only clue.

When he knocked, Amanda opened the door. She was barefoot, jeans hugging her hips, a silk camisole brushing against her skin like it was made to tempt him. For months, she’d been pixels and words, a glow on his phone screen at midnight. Now she was flesh, warmth, scent, real.

“You’re made this such a big deal,” Jason said, shaking his head.

“You only turn forty-five once,” she teased, her green eyes dancing. “And besides…” She slid one glass toward him, then clinked hers against it. “I’m not really celebrating your birthday.”

He raised a brow. “Oh? What am I missing here?”

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “It’s my Un-Birthday.”

Jason chuckled, the word tasting absurd and perfect all at once. “So I’m the one aging, and you get the gift?”

“Exactly,” she said, her tone playful, but edged with something warmer. “You’re terrible at celebrating yourself. So tonight, we’ll celebrate me.”

He leaned back, amused. “Your logic is a little skewed, you know that?”

Amanda only shrugged, taking a slow sip of wine. “Maybe. But admit it, you already like it better this way.”

He did. He liked everything better with her.

The night stretched out easily between them. Conversation flowed like it always had over the phone, except now Jason could watch the way she tucked a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear when she laughed, or how her foot brushed against his beneath the coffee table without her seeming to notice. The touches were small, unspoken, but every one left a current running through him.

Jason leaned in closer, his breath warm against Amanda's ear as he whispered, "You have no idea how beautiful you are." She shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he pressed his lips to hers, the kiss deepening with a hunger that had been building for weeks. His hands found their way to her hair, tangling in the chestnut strands as he pulled her closer, their bodies molding together.

His lips traced a path down her neck, the stubble on his chin leaving a delicious friction against her sensitive skin. He nibbled gently, eliciting a moan from her as her head fell back, exposing more of her neck to his exploration. His hands roamed, one cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse, the other slipping a hand into her jeans, caressing the soft skin within.

Amanda's breath hitched as Jason's touch became more insistent, his fingers brushing against the lace of her panties. He continued his journey downward, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He knelt between her legs, his hands pulling her jeans down, revealing her to his hungry gaze. He kissed the inside of her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties before hooking them and pulling them aside.

Jason's tongue found her, a slow, deliberate lick that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. He took his time, savoring her taste, his hands holding her hips steady as she squirmed beneath his touch. His tongue swirled around her clit, teasing and tasting, building her pleasure with each stroke. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit that perfect spot as his mouth continued its relentless assault.

Amanda's moans filled the room, her hands gripping the armrest as she rode the waves of pleasure he was building. Jason's fingers and tongue worked in tandem, pushing her higher and higher until she was a trembling, gasping mess. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

With a final, deep lick and a curl of his fingers, he sent her over the edge. Amanda cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Jason rode out her orgasm, his touch gentle and soothing as she came down from the high, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. He looked up at her, a satisfied smirk on his face as he kissed his way back up her body, ready for the next round.

Amanda, still breathless and flushed from her climax, looked down at Jason with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now it's my turn," she said, her voice husky with desire.

"This is my un-birthday after all, so I get to have my way."

Word Count: 928
Prompt: Round 371 (September 1-7): Merry Un-Birthday to Someone. Have someone who isn't the birthday person get to celebrate and have a really special romantic and/or erotic fun time. Bonus mark for any story where the number 25 is used somewhere but not as the character's age or anniversary year.
Written for: "The Weekly Quickie Contest"