Falling for My Nemesis

by Peyton Cross

  “That’s to be expected,” Tyler agreed, and then took a long drink of the wine that had been set before him.

  To my surprise, I felt his hand settle on my leg and begin inching my dress upward, slowly revealing skin under the table.

  To cover my sudden startle, I grabbed my glass and took a drink, failing to realize that I was swallowing the wine.

  Uh oh, this could get very interesting, I thought before throwing caution to the wind and taking another drink.

  “Yes,” I replied as I set my glass back on the table, “it is.”

  I’d completely lost track of what I agreed to, but I didn’t care. Anyone watching would see two casual acquaintances sharing polite conversation as plates were being served around us. No one but Tyler and I were aware of the slowly rising dress under the table, which had been hiked up above my knee.

  At the first touch of Tyler’s fingers on my skin, I felt slightly dizzy. His fingers trailed a sensual circle around the top of my thigh and down onto the inside where my skin was soft and sensitive.

  I looked over and met Tyler’s eyes, who looked casual, but a little mischievous. He gave me a dazzling smile and gently dragged his fingers closer and closer to me.

  Without thinking, I spread my legs slightly to give him better access to my most tender area, craving his touch between the folds of my damp skin.

  Suddenly a waiter appeared before us, carrying several plates at once.

  “The chicken, ma’am?” He asked politely, spinning a plate in front of me at my nod of approval. “And the beef for you, sir?”

  Tyler retracted his hand to pull the plate closer towards himself and said, “This looks delicious. Thank you.”

  The waiter smiled and gave us both a little bow before walking away.

  “So,” Tyler continued in a completely offhand voice, “what have you been up to these past few years?”

  To me, it was very strange—my raging desire, the casual conversation, and the formal setting of the wedding banquet hall.

  Too weird. This is just bizarre. I thought to myself. I need to get my head on straight.

  Mark and Sarah were off in their own little world, gazing at each other and feeding one another bits of food off the other’s fork. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of affection for both of them. Thinking of my two friends’ bliss was a useful way to dampen my own wild feelings. It was easier to interact with Tyler on a surface level when I kept my mind on Mark and Sarah.

  When we finished our food and it came time for speeches, toasts, and plenty of wedding cake, I was kept so busy that I barely saw Tyler for over an hour. Much of the time, I was rushing back and forth between the stage and Sarah, making sure that their organization stayed on track.

  When I finally found a moment to lean against the back wall and brush a stray strand of hair from my face, a dark figure loomed suddenly next to me in the semi-darkness. I had taken an opportunity to step away during the first dance, only to find Tyler standing next to me and offering another glass of wine. I accepted it gratefully, beyond the point of caring what decisions I made for the rest of the night.

  “Have you finished your job as maid of honor, yet?” Tyler asked, echoing my thoughts.

  I took a huge gulp of wine, feeling the sweetness burn my throat slightly. I coughed and nodded. “I’m done now. It’s just drinking and dancing for the rest of the night!”

  Resisting the urge to cheer, I nodded my head at the grin that spread across Tyler’s face.

  “Good, because I would love to dance with you, if we can,” Tyler insisted, winking at me.

  He’s really grown up, I reflected, feeling flattered by his interest.

  “Sure,” I answered back shyly. “The DJ is going to play another song after this for others to join.”

  I’d almost let the word couple slip from my lips, but I caught myself just in time. It would’ve been very awkward to use the term with someone I hadn’t seen in years and had spent the last several hours fantasizing about—all while trying to keep a straight face.

  At the end of Mark and Sarah’s first dance, everyone applauded and the DJ invited the rest of the guests out onto the dance floor.

  Tyler took my hand and brought my knuckles to his lips, kissing them lightly. For the slightest instant, I imagined that I felt his tongue flick against my skin. Before I could respond, however, the sensation was gone, simply leaving a ghost of a tingle that I was sure I had imagined.

  As we made our way out onto the dance floor, Tyler pulled me close to his body so that we were pressed as tightly against one another as humanly possible. Even through the fabric of our clothes, I could feel the slight bulge in his pants.

  Tyler was a phenomenal dancer! He led us around the floor, keeping me close as he stared into my eyes. I could tell that he wanted me badly. Just to make sure he was paying attention, I pressed my chest against his, causing him to breathe in sharply.

  “You are so gorgeous,” Tyler whispered in my ear. “I can barely control myself.”

  His voice was hardly audible over the loud music; there was no way anyone could hear them.

  “What do you mean?” I answered hoarsely, feeling my heart rate double in my chest.

  “I can’t stop thinking about tearing this dress off of you. You’ve been driving me crazy all day! It’s like I’m a teenager again,” He teased me, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin on my neck.

  It was all I could do not to moan out loud.

  “What’s stopping you?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he growled, forcing me to take a step backward.

  I glanced around the room, surprised that Tyler had steered me towards the edge of the dance floor. We were in the dark, moving away from everyone else, who at any rate seemed completely distracted to notice two people quietly slip away.

  Tyler grabbed my hand and pulled me through a door at the end of the banquet hall that I had never noticed before that moment.

  “Where are we going?” I giggled as we stepped out into the hallway.

  Tyler looked around, his grey eyes assessing possibilities.

  “This way,” he ordered, pulling me towards the kitchen.

  We walked several paces before turning right down another hallway that looked as if it led to nowhere other than a utility closet. There was a coat rack positioned halfway along the wall that Tyler rushed toward as if his life depended on it.

  Slightly bewildered, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed us disappear when I felt the grip on my arm jerk hard and I was suddenly yanked around behind the rack.

  Tyler slammed our two bodies against the wall, pinning my smaller frame between his and the hard surface.

  For a moment, all the air was forced from my lungs, but the pleasure that flooded my senses immediately following made me pant hard.

  Tyler was kissing me with more passion than I’d ever experienced from another man. It was as if his need for me was just as vital as his need for air.

  His hands were everywhere, stroking my face, down my neck, and over the mounds of my breasts. I moaned as he momentarily squeezed my nipples before moving his hands down to my waist.

  Without taking his mouth away from where he was mouthing deliciously at my neck, Tyler began to pull my dress up with both hands. His motions were frantic as his fingers scrambled to find the lace of my thong, just like in my fantasy.

  “Oh, perfect,” he groaned, finally pulling his lips away.

  His face was flushed with desire and his lips were swollen and red. He looked perfectly fuckable.

  I spread her legs slightly, expecting him to explore my body with his fingers. I was surprised, however, when Tyler dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs. He breathed deeply, kissing and licking all the skin within reach.

  “What if someone sees us?” I burst out, my voice thick with lust.

  Tyler ignored me, pulling my thong aside and plunging his tongue between the folds of my pussy.

  “Oh, OH,” I gaspe
d, feeling my legs going weak. I spread them wider before Tyler pulled one of my knees up and over his shoulder, giving him perfect access to my most sensitive areas.

  “If someone sees us,” he said suddenly, looking up at me with an intense, commanding expression, “I will take care of it.”

  I stared into his face and knew that he would keep me safe. With that thought, I abandoned my inhibitions and pressed my pussy back against his mouth.

  Pleasure raced through me and I no longer cared about being caught. All that mattered was that Tyler kept going, kept licking until I could no longer stand it.

  Dropping my hand to his hair, I gripped his short locks and pulled him hard against me. I needed more friction; desperately wanting his tongue deeper inside of me.

  Again Tyler demonstrated his uncanny ability to know exactly what I needed and he forced his tongue deep inside me.

  “Please,” I begged quietly, trying not to attract the attention of anyone that might be in the hallway. “I need more, please!”

  With one hand, Tyler held my dress up and the other brought to his mouth. He moistened his fingers with his tongue and then pressed them deep inside of me, curling them back towards him.

  I nearly screamed. I clapped a hand over my mouth and braced myself against the wall with the other. The pleasure was intense as he plunged his fingers in and out several times, licking my little nub at the same time.

  Within a matter of moments, I felt myself on the brink of orgasm.

  “Yes—yes, just like that!” I said, breathing hard with my eyes squeezed shut. I tried so hard to hold myself back for a few extra moments of delight, but my orgasm crashed over me.

  Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body, causing me to lean heavily on Tyler’s strong frame. He kept his mouth on me, slowly working me down with both his tongue and fingers. With a final shudder, I relaxed and allowed my head to fall back against the wall.

  Tyler stood and pressed his mouth against mine. I could taste myself on his lips and felt his hard cock pressed against my leg.

  “Now it’s time for you to repay the favor,” he said in a deep voice, bringing his hands up to my throat and giving me a small squeeze.

  I nodded eagerly. I wanted more than anything to see, touch, and taste his cock.

  Without pulling down his pants, Tyler pulled them open and fished himself out.

  He was as big as I had imagined, with his erection standing straight out. Pre-come was pooling at the tip. Immediately I dropped down to my knees and felt Tyler cup my chin with his hand.

  I opened my mouth obediently and he plunged himself deep inside me, making me cough for a moment.

  He pulled back, giving fast, slight thrusts just against the tip of my tongue.

  “You ready?” He asked after a moment and I responded by surging forward, sliding my tongue back and forth across his sensitive skin.

  He was so hot it nearly drove me crazy. I sucked on him, drawing him even more deeply down my throat. Vaguely above me, I could hear him moaning appreciatively.

  “Yes,” he whispered. “Just like that. Oh, your mouth is perfect. Take that cock a little deeper.”

  I felt him bump the back of my throat several times before pulling away.

  He stood there looking down at me, a blazing expression on his face as he stroked his cock.

  “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he promised me.

  I stared back up at him, feeling desire building back inside of me, despite the orgasm I’d had only moments ago.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” Tyler said, gently helping me back to my feet, “but I’ve got something else planned for you tonight.”

  “What is it?” I asked excitedly.

  “You’ll see,” he replied, an evil grin spreading across his face.

  Tyler embraced me for a moment; his dick pressed between us before he pulled my dress up again and was completely bunched up around my waist.

  Effortlessly he lifted me from the ground, making me squeak in surprise.

  “I’m going to make you scream,” he growled in my ear.

  “God, I want you,” I insisted, wrapping my legs around him until I was held up against the wall. “Please, Tyler, please make me come again.”

  While I helped hold my weight up with my arms, I felt Tyler guide himself until he was pressed against my pussy. It was incredibly erotic as he allowed me to sink around him slightly, breathing hard into my ear.

  “You feel perfect,” he said. “I want that pussy all around me, now!”

  With that, he started to thrust himself inside me. He moved slowly at first, allowing me to get used to his width.

  As soon as I began urging him on, however, he pounded against me as hard as he could. Our skin slapped together; the sound muffled slightly by the folds of the dress between them.

  The angle was amazing and I could feel a second, stronger orgasm building deep inside my stomach.

  Tyler was the master of my pleasure. Whenever I felt myself losing control and tipping over that point of blissful relief, he would slow his pace, pulling me away time and time again.

  The last time he did it, I couldn’t help but let out a groan of frustration.

  “Don’t stop!” I pleaded, pulling myself close to him and whispering into his ear. “I’m so close. Please let me come.”

  To my annoyance, Tyler lowered me gently to the floor. As soon as I’d found my feet underneath me, he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around to face the wall.

  “This is how I imagined taking you,” he hissed to me, pulling my dress up for a fourth time that night.

  My body exposed to the cool air of the hotel, I shivered slightly at the light touches Tyler traced over my back.

  Without warning, he slapped one of my cheeks, causing a sharp sting followed by lasting warmth over the spot that his fingers met my skin.

  I laughed helplessly and spread my legs, inviting him to slide deep within me.

  “You want this cock?” He asked me, rubbing himself over the folds of my skin. “Just like this, huh?”

  “I need you to make me come,” I replied over my shoulder.

  “So eager,” he said in a soft voice as if he were talking to himself, still caressing my skin, “so ready.”

  Finally, Tyler pressed himself firmly against me, sinking his cock deep within my pussy, causing me to stretch to accommodate him.

  He thrust hard into me, causing me to squirm slightly from the pressure. Faster and faster he thrust inside of me, gripping my hips and snapping his legs against my own. I could feel the sweat under his hands coupled with the slight scrape of his zipper against my exposed skin.

  “Fuck, yes,” Tyler murmured, thrusting even harder. “This feels so fucking good.”

  I made a keening sound in the back of my throat and Tyler leaned over my back slightly. With his free hand, he reached around and massaged my nub, causing wave after wave of pleasure to crash through me.

  “I’m going to come!” I said, my voice rising as the pleasure built within me. “Please, harder!”

  Tyler’s thrusts became more wild and frantic as his pleasure built to an even greater pitch. I could tell that he, too, was nearing orgasm.

  Without warning, I realized that I’d lost control completely — pleasure built within me to such an intense peak that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “I’m going to come!” I bit out. “I can’t stop it, Tyler!”

  With a shout, Tyler slammed into me twice more before burying himself as deeply inside of me as he could manage. A second orgasm rocked my body, causing me to put my arms against the wall to hold myself up.

  Dimly, I became aware that Tyler’s cock was pulsing inside of me, filling me up as he spilled deep within me.

  He began to slowly thrust, drawing out the last vestiges of his orgasm, moaning as my pussy clenched tightly around him.

  After several moments and both of us completely spent, Tyler pulled out of me and adjusted my dress back into p
lace.

  “That,” he said in a low voice, “was perfect.”

  I smiled at him and agreed, watching him tuck his softening dick back inside his pants and straightening his shirt.

  With an appraising eye, I evaluated his appearance. Other than the flush of his cheeks, it was impossible to tell what Tyler had just been doing.

  Touching my hair self-consciously, I wished for a moment that I could step away to the bathroom.

  “You look perfect,” Tyler assured me, smiling.

  “You’re just saying that,” I accused playfully.

  Tyler shook his head. “No, I’m serious. No one will ever know.”

  I laughed in skepticism and tugged one of the straps of my dress straight. “I doubt that. Apart from your clothes, you look entirely fucked and satisfied.”

  Tyler thought for a moment, pressing a finger to his bottom lip. “You only know that because you were the one that fucked and satisfied me.”

  As we walked towards the entrance of the hallway, we glanced up and down to make sure that no one would see us emerge before stepping back towards the reception.

  “I’m pretty sure we smell like sex, too,” I complained good-naturedly. “All the horny guys will be coming by.”

  “Well,” Tyler answered, wrapping his arm around me and tugging the door open, “let them be jealous.”

  Chapter Five

  Much to my relief, no one seemed to notice our brief absence, including Mark or Sarah. We walked back in through the main doors to find the celebration had expanded to the entire dance floor, with several others talking and laughing from nearby tables.

  I was feeling slightly intoxicated again, and I began bobbing my head in time with the music before I started dancing towards a group of people around the bride and groom.

  Come on!” I yelled to Tyler over all the noise, pulling him along behind myself. Tyler wasted no time pressing himself against my back, grinding suggestively against me.

  Out of the darkness and flashing lights, I suddenly found myself being hugged by a very drunk Sarah.

  “This is perfect!” The bride screamed, looking beside herself. “This is the best reception ever!”