by Peyton Cross
The charm in his voice made me laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed.
They were interrupted by the sound of music from the sanctuary and the doors being pushed open.
In pairs, we walked slowly down the aisle to our respective spots near the altar. As the best man and maid of honor, Tyler and I were last.
He scooped my hand and clutched it carefully inside his elbow, making a smile appear on my face. I stole a glance and seen the smile on his face as well. Tyler led us forward, taking his time and smiling at the guests as we walked by each row.
I smiled as well, as I moved carefully down the aisle, desperate not to trip while headed towards the front. That would be so humiliating!
Yet I could feel the strength in Tyler’s arm and knew that he would never let me fall. When we reached the point where we were to step away from one another, Tyler surprised me by pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek before allowing me to walk away from him.
The spot where his mouth touched my skin tingled and I felt my heart race and thud in my chest. What the hell was he doing? This is certainly going to make for an interesting night!
The traditional wedding march rang through the building, prompting everyone to rise to their feet. Mark gazed longingly down the aisle towards his bride, who was being led forward by her father.
With part of my brain on the ceremony and part on Tyler standing across from me, I found it difficult to remain focused.
You have a job to do, I reminded myself over and over again, like a mantra in my head.
A few moments later, when Sarah took her place, I adjusted my friend’s dress before resuming my own spot, waiting for the minister to speak.
“Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today in the presence of God to...”
My mind had already drifted far away from the familiar speech. It was the same that I’d heard at almost every wedding I’d ever been to in my life.
It’s crazy that he’s friends with Mark! I thought sheepishly. How did I miss that? Have I never crept on Mark’s Facebook page or something? How could I have not known?
I thought back and realized that I hadn’t gone through Mark’s social media to check out his friends and past posts. That seemed like a serious failure on my job as a best friend. Wasn’t I supposed to have thoroughly researched Mark before he and Sarah got too close?
Yet the evidence was standing right in front of my very eyes in the form of a very tall and sexy man that I used to quietly hate and want, all at the same damn time.
Tyler’s eyes were fixed on the minister and he carried himself with total assurance and confidence. Clearly, he was a man used to being in charge of every situation and I wondered what he’d been up to all these years. He’d always been cocky and had a bit of swagger, but now he was more controlled and completely in charge.
As if the heat of my gaze had drawn his attention, Tyler turned suddenly and caught my eye. I felt myself blush, and was now completely paralyzed by the look he was now giving me. His pupils were blown wide and the small wicked smile playing at his lips was almost predatory. His expression screamed desire and I felt my knees go weak.
Jesus Christ, girl. Pull yourself together. I was pinned down under his stare, which was growing more intense.
He was plainly telling me that he had every intention of ripping me out of my clothes and ravishing every square inch of my body.
The thought made me shiver with delight as the combination of excitement and wine made my head spin slightly.
Before I knew it, I had sunk deep into a sexy daydream, trying to act natural through the long ceremony.
He followed me into a silver elevator with bright lights overhead, his posture dominating and his expression intense.
“What’s going on?” I asked, slightly nervous as the elevator began moving upwards.
Tyler reached out and pushed the emergency stop button, freezing their progress.
“Were you thinking about fucking me?” He demanded in a low voice. “I didn’t hear a word that was said because I kept imagining your pretty mouth on my cock. I decided that I want that tonight.”
I panted slightly, backing against the wall of the elevator as Tyler moved closer to me. Despite his alpha nature, his touch on my arm was gentle.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, “let me take care of you.”
He captured my mouth with his own, making me moan with longing. I gasped for air as he moved down my throat and pinned me against the wall with his weight. He had his hands on my hips and mine were wrapped around his shoulders.
“Please, yes,” I begged him quietly.
“The way you were looking at me was such a distraction,” he said, “I’m going to fuck the nonsense out of you, but not quite yet.”
Confused by his words, I pulled away slightly.
“Hey, don’t look like that,” he said softly, cupping my face with his hands but driving and thrusting his hips into me at the same time. “I’m going to make sure you have an amazing night, I promise.”
I relaxed and allowed him to kiss me deeply until I was nearly frantic. His hands slid slowly down my sides and he gripped tightly, suddenly yanking up the dress I was wearing until it was bunched up around my waist.
Tyler lowered himself to a knee and threw me a cocky smile as his fingers explored the lace thong I was wearing, which was soaked with desire. He pushed it aside, kissing me between the legs.
I let out a cry and quickly covered my mouth with my hand as his tongue sank between the folds of my pussy.
“Please,” I breathed between my fingers. “Oh, Tyler! More!”
At my begging, he sped up lapping at me as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, giving himself better access. He slowly licked at my warm, wet center and thrust his tongue deep inside me.
“Don’t come yet,” he commanded. “Not until I say so, I’ll make sure it’s fantastic.”
I arched my back, rubbing myself against his face as I craved more, pulling him closer with my leg against his back. I looked down and saw him palming his raging erection through his pants, his breathing becoming faster.
“You’re going to take this cock tonight and I’m going to pound you until you scream,” he told me. “Do you want to come twice? I can make that happen.”
“Once now and once later?” I breathed back in desperation. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
He looked at me like I was a dream come true. “How do you plan to do that?”
“I’ll take your cock all the way down my throat,” I promised.
His grey eyes nearly disappeared as his pupils became large and round at the thought. “That would be fucking amazing.”
I smiled confidently back. “I could make you come in five seconds if I wanted to.”
He laughed, showing his bright white teeth and the skin around his mouth moist from my pussy. “Never.”
“Don’t believe me? Just wait and see.”
“Why wait?” He asked, giving me another sensual lick from my pussy to my belly button and stood up. As I watched, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out. He was completely hard but stroked it a few times as he watched me.
He was huge.
Tyler carefully lowered himself back down in front of me, one hand on his cock and the other pulling my leg back over his shoulder.
He pressed his mouth against me, sucking on me and licking as deep inside me as he could reach.
My eyes rolled back in my head at the insane pleasure coursing through me. He inched me closer and closer to orgasm, my body shuddering with delight under his touch and against his tongue.
I thrust against his face again, feeling the stubble on his chin and lips rubbing against my hot, sensitive skin. It felt perfect. All that would make it complete would be for him to shove his ginormous cock deep inside me.
“Elaine?” A voice whispered, dragging me out of the wonderful fantasy I was enjoying.
I blinked and glanced around, noticing that Sarah was loo
king at me in slight confusion, stretching out her hand.
For a moment, I couldn’t figure out what she wanted, and my mind was so full of imagining Tyler’s hot mouth sucking on me that I couldn’t remember why I was there.
Then something fell into place. The ring!
Gracefully, I pulled the small pouch I’d hidden amongst my own bouquet of flowers and fished the ring out, carefully placing it in Sarah’s hand.
My friend gave me a relieved look as if she thought for a moment that I had forgotten to bring the most essential item.
The entire interaction lasted only seconds and I sighed internally, glad that no one else had noticed me daydreaming.
I stole a glance across the wedding party and found Tyler looking at me, his eyes twinkling in amusement. Clearly, he’d noticed. As I watched, I saw him press his hands, which were folded respectfully before him, against the slight bulge that I knew to be his cock. It was as if he was telling himself to behave and refusing the invitation that a hardening dick offered.
Or it could’ve simply been my imagination. What am I going to do now?
Chapter Three
The ceremony seemed to drag on, made longer and more difficult by my attempts to refuse the mental images crashing through my mind. The dirty thoughts were difficult to conceal and I found that I was growing warmer by the second.
Finally, however, the minister instructed Mark to kiss his bride and I clapped enthusiastically along with everyone else. My two friends shared a chaste kiss, which then deepened as guests hooted and wolf-whistled at the pair. Seeing the intensity of their affection served to stir my own imagination into overdrive.
God, I wish Tyler would kiss me like that.
As the wedding party came together to exit the church in pairs, I was so nervous and wound up that I could barely take Tyler’s arm. The heat of his skin even through his jacket was enough to send my heart rate racing.
“You seemed lost in thought for a few seconds,” he whispered to me, low enough that no one else caught his words. “What were you thinking about?”
“Oh,” I said, suddenly embarrassed. I scrambled around for an excuse before landing on the truth, or at least part of it.
“I was just thinking about the reception dinner, that’s all,” I whispered back.
He gave me a look that was partially disbelieving and partially disappointed. I tried to smile back innocently but nervously averted my eyes.
“Well, it should be fun, shouldn’t it?” He asked a few moments later as we walked out of the church. The other pairs had already split apart, laughing and talking together, but Tyler kept his grip on my hand.
“Yeah, we put a lot into the planning,” I murmured as Tyler walked me back towards the limo, which had remained parked at the church.
“Hopefully as much fun as you imagined it would be,” he replied in an offhand voice.
I looked up sharply; suddenly afraid that he’d somehow read my mind. To my annoyance, his smile was devilish, even if his words could be considered innocent.
He knows, I thought to myself, somehow he knows what I was thinking about during the ceremony.
The more reasonable side of me argued back; there is no way he could have known. I'm just paranoid. No one can read minds.
Yet somehow I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had somehow realized that I was lost in a sexual fantasy involving him. It was clear from the sparkle in his eyes and the way his hands gently caressed my skin.
Warmth spread through me as we all clambered into the dark interior. The entire wedding party had already settled themselves into places, leaving Tyler to squeeze into a spot right next to me. We were crushed together so tightly that the entire length of our bodies was touching, only adding to the immense tension that was bearing down on me.
I can’t spend half an hour fantasizing about him and then get crammed into a vehicle next to him without doing something crazy; I thought wildly as someone pressed a glass of champagne into my hand.
Knowing that I’d probably regret my decision later, I drank the entire glass in one gulp. Several people cheered and clapped, draining their own glasses as they chatted together in bright, happy voices.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and the limousine pulled away, I saw Mark and Sarah wrapped blissfully in each other’s arms. They kissed and gazed happily into each other’s eyes, barely aware of the party taking place around them. In fact, there was so much going on and the darkness in the limo so heavy, that I slipped my hand into Tyler’s lap, giving his inner thigh a tight squeeze before leaning away.
He turned an amused eye at me and leaned close to my ear. “Do you really want to play that game with me?”
His voice was deep and dripping with desire and warning, making me shiver as his warm breath caressed my neck.
“Me?” I asked, pressing my hand innocently to my chest. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, that’s how we’re going to play it, huh?” He laughed. “Alright, if that’s what you want.”
I could hardly wait to see what he had in store for me, but to my annoyance, Tyler made no move to touch me beyond what would be socially acceptable for the remainder of the journey. I laughed along with the others, leaning forward so that he would get a clear eyeful of my cleavage, even going as far as tugging my dress down slightly.
Tyler stiffened at that exact moment I knew he’d noticed my adjustment.
When we finally arrived at the hotel where we would have the reception, we were the first ones to clamber from the vehicle and we stepped aside for the rest of the party to get out.
The burning look he gave me caused blood to rush between my legs. It was hot and heavy, and I could barely wait for him to get his hands on me.
“Tonight is going to be so much fun!” Sarah chatted happily to me. “I can’t wait for our first dance!”
“Don’t trip,” I teased my friend, bumping her shoulder in a friendly way. “I won’t be there to catch you.”
We laughed together as everyone started walking towards the park next to the hotel, and my heart sank. I’d forgotten all about the wedding photos. How much longer was she going to have to wait?
Chapter Four
An hour and a half later, the pictures of the wedding party were finally wrapping up and my raging arousal had faded somewhat. I hadn’t had time to fantasize about Tyler in between photographs and making sure that Sarah’s dress stayed in pristine condition. The buzz that I’d had during the ceremony had also faded, despite the champagne I’d had on the drive over. All in all, I was very hungry and ready to get into the air-conditioned banquet hall.
Tyler offered me his arm again as we walked back towards the hotel, looking a little hot himself.
“Well, that could’ve been worse,” he muttered, grimacing at me as we walked.
I sighed slightly and felt my stomach rumble. “I’m starving; I can’t wait until we can eat.”
“That should be right away, right? All of the guests are already here and seated?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, my knowledge of the itinerary complete after so many weeks of tweaking and changing things. “We just have to make our grand entrance and they’ll start serving food.”
We’d come up with a cute and subtle way to identify which entrée option that each guest had picked when they sent in their RSVP with color-coded seating cards matching the wedding colors.
“It should be fast,” I assured Tyler, feeling my stomach growl again.
“Good,” Tyler replied, glancing at my stomach, “I can’t have my lovely date starve to death.”
A DJ was playing music inside the banquet hall, which was dimmed after a moment while the party stood outside in the hallway.
“Ladies and gentleman,” a voice called through the sound system, “if you would please stand and put your hands together for Mr. and Mrs. Mark and Sarah Washington!”
Music blared and the doors were pushed open, allowing the wedding party to walk through, g
rateful for the cool air that brushed our faces after the warmth of the evening sun. I waved happily to several familiar faces and followed Mark and Sarah to the head table, where we were all to sit for the meal.
As we found our places, Tyler put his hand low on my back under the pretense of assisting me into my chair. Facing the crowd of people, no one could see his hand slide stealthily over my ass with a quick squeeze before he lowered himself into his own chair and sat down.
The feeling of his hand caressing me was enough to send my slightly dampened desire back into overdrive.
“What did you order?” He asked as if he hadn’t just groped me like a horny teenager.
“What?” I asked, momentarily confused by the casualness of his question. “Oh, I got the chicken.”
“Ah,” he replied, “I thought about that, but went with the roast beef.”
Happy talk surrounded us and I adjusted the floor-length table cloth so that the views of the wedding party members would be blocked. I was fortunate that they were all pressed together, just like in the limousine. Under the table, my hand found Tyler’s knee, which he pressed hard against my leg. I was able to slide my hand upward until it was resting again on his inner thigh. I could feel the warmth radiating through his pants and Tyler adjusted his chair slightly as if he were just sliding closer to the table.
Resting his elbows on either side of his plate, he rubbed his hands together and threw me a covert smile.
“The decorations are beautiful,” he complimented, “was it hard to put all this together?”
While wait staff made their way around the tables, passing plates and drinks to everyone nearby, Tyler and I made small talk about all of the efforts that went into preparing for the wedding.
“I don’t know Sarah extremely well,” Tyler admitted, “but she definitely doesn’t seem to be like the bridezilla type.”
I looked at him in surprise. “Oh, God, no. She had a few things she was particular about, of course, but mostly we just had fun with it. The only time things got stressful was in the last few weeks, which is completely normal.”