What If It's Right?

by J B Heller

  Dancing with my son at his wedding, after the man of my dreams claimed me as his in front of everyone we know. I didn’t think I’d ever stop smiling.

  “You love him, don’t you?” Finn asked me.

  And he didn’t seem mad, or upset. And I was so relieved. “Yeah, I think I do.” I answered honestly.

  Finn nodded as we twirled around the floor, making rings around Nixie and her father. “Okay, I’ll deal then. But if you could keep the lip locking to a minimum around me, that’d be great,” he said smiling.

  After Vera had given us her blessing, it lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. But having Finn be okay with it, I didn’t have words for how amazing I felt right now. “I’ll see what I can do,” I joked.

  Finn rolled his eyes “Gee, thanks for being so considerate after I’m being so gracious as to give you the go ahead to start, wait, what were the words you used that day you found me and Nix on the living room couch?” he scrunched up his face as he tried to remember, “Got it! Bumping uglies. So I’ve just given you the okay so start bumping uglies with my best friend, and all you can say is- ‘I’ll see what I can do’?” he mimicked my voice for that last part and I had to laugh.

  “Umm yeah, okay, so I’ll keep him on a tight leash when we’re all together, better?” I asked, still laughing.

  “Fine,” he huffed, but he was grinning.

  One more round of the dancefloor and the song came to an end, and Weston was there, waiting to take me back into his arms.

  “A little eager are we?” I teased.

  “Fuck yes. There’s nothing keeping me away from you now.” There was a wicked glint in his eyes and my insides heated. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.” He said then closed the distance between our mouths and pressed his lips to mine.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of Weston’s kisses. Every single time his lips touch mine, I feel it throughout my entire body. I get lost in his touch, in the small sounds of approval he makes when I play with the hair at the nape of his neck, in the slide of his tongue against mine.

  His lips left mine, only to travel to my ear, “Can we leave now? Please?” he murmured against my neck.

  A shiver raced through my body at the intention behind his words. Instead of answering him I pulled away and took his hand in mine, leading him off the dancefloor. His cheeky smile and devilish gleam in his eyes told me he had plans for me and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.

  I schooled my features as we approached Finn and Nixie, “Hey guys, we’re ah,” I gave Weston the side-eye, you know the one, the one that says- There’s no way they don’t know we’re leaving to have sex. He just lifted a brow in response, then shrugged.

  Clearing my throat, I decided to throw caution to the wind, “So we’re leaving so we can get busy already. Have a great honeymoon, be safe and text me when you get there.” I went in for a quick hug and kiss on the cheek for each of them and to say it was a little awkward hugging Finn after telling him I was leaving to have sex with his friend, would be a big fat lie.

  But Nixie squeezed me tight, and whispered in my ear, “I’m so glad Chad’s wife couldn’t make it. I never did like her anyway.” She was grinning like a mad thing when we separated.

  I gasped, “What?”

  She shrugged, “If I was sick of waiting for you two to finally get it on, I know it must have been killing you,” she laughed.

  I shook my head, “You’re a twisted little thing Nix, but god I love you.” I plastered one more quick kiss on her cheek as Weston began tugging me towards the exit.

  We passed Luke and Beth making out in the shadowed hallway on our way out, and Weston paused to yell out, “Night Lukey, don’t be a fool, wrap your tool, Bro.”

  Luke’s head shot up, embarrassment coating his cheeks, and Beth dropped her head and looked at the ground like it was the most interesting thing since sliced bread. When Luke noticed Weston’s hand wrapped around my waist he grinned, “Finally dude! Took you long enough to grow a pair.”

  Weston scoffed, but didn’t reply. I waved from beside him then he continued dragging me out the door. Once outside he let our driver know we were ready and he brought our car around.

  My body zinged with nervous excitement. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him, but at the same time, I was a little apprehensive. There was no going back from here. But as I gazed up at his shadowed profile beside me, I knew I didn’t want to go back. I wanted everything that was about to happen and everything after.

  Excited energy flooded my system as we sat quietly in the back seat of the town car that had driven us around all day. Tory’s hand on my thigh kept me steady, kept me grounded. But internally I was at war with myself.

  Finally after all these years, Tory and I would be together. In every sense of the word.

  And I couldn’t decide if I wanted to take my time with her, savour her, and explore every little inch of her body or if I wanted to rip her dress off as soon as we walked in the door, press her up against the wall and take her right there.

  My cock sprang to life as I mulled over my next move.

  Tory’s hand slid to the inside of my thigh and up, up, up. Until she was stoking my cock through my suit pants. I wanted to take them off, feel her delicate fingers wrapped around me. But not yet. I had to wait until we were at least inside the house before clothes started coming off.

  Cool it Wes, you’ve got all night and every night after that. Just chill.

  My jaw clenched as she began to apply more pressure with her palm and increased her pace. My hips moved with her, encouraging her exploration. I reached around and gripped the side of her face, bringing it me so I could ravage her mouth while she stoked my cock.

  The kiss was rough, messy, hot. My fingers tangled in her hair, “Fuck, Tory, I’ve waited so long for this.”

  “Me too,” she panted just as the car came to a halt outside her house. Well, it had kinda become my house too recently. Our house, I liked the sound of that.

  I opened the door and got out, then extended my hand for Tory. She took it as she slid over and out of the car. I thumped on the top of the car twice after closing the door to let the driver know he could take off.

  Tory rummaged through that tiny thing she called a bag for her key as I stood close behind her, my hands massaging her hips. She pressed her arse back into me and I groaned at the feel of her full cheeks pressed against my cock. “Hurry up, Tory, or I’m going to fuck you on the front porch for the whole street to see.”

  Her body shuddered at my words and she finally got the key in the lock and swung the door open. We practically fell inside and I slammed the door shut behind me. Before I could even take a step forward, Tory was on me.

  Hands in my hair, clawing at me as she pulled my mouth down to hers. My hands went to the back of her dress, and I pulled the laces until they came lose. Tory wiggled a little until the dress fell to the floor and she was left standing before me in her pink and cream heels, a pink lace thong and a sticky thing stuck to her boobs.

  I tilted my head to the side, it looked like chicken fillets had been glued to her chest. I was about to ask what it was when she started to peel it off.

  “Stick on bra,” she explained clearly having read my expression.

  “Never seen one of those before,” I murmured, my gaze fixed on her perfect tits. So round, so full. They swung just a little from the weight of them and I felt a pulse shoot through my cock at the thought of one day fucking those tits.

  While I stood there staring she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong, and began lowering it. I followed every movement with my eyes until she kicked it to the side. Then I traced the long line of her legs back up to the place ninety percent of my fantasies had taken place.

  I dropped to my knees. She was breathtaking. Absolutely stunning. Nothing in my fantasies had been nearly as good as the real thing. She stood proud before me, in all her naked glory and I wanted to worship her body for the rest of my life.

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sp; Placing first one soft kiss on her stomach my mouth travelled to her hip, down her thigh, over her mound to the opposite thigh. Her legs began to tremble as I made my way back closer to her pussy again. “Who’s eager now?” I teased.

  “Shut up and stop teasing me.” She groaned in frustration and I fucking loved it.

  “Yes ma’am.” I said right before my tongue slid between the lips of her pussy, separating them so I could get to her clit. Wrapping my fingers around one of her ankles, I grabbed her hip to steady her with my free hand, then lifted her ankle to my shoulder. Then reached around behind her digging my fingers into her full arse cheek and pulling her pussy towards my face. I sucked her little bundle of nerves into my mouth and stroked it with my tongue until she begged me to stop.

  “Weston, I can’t, stop, I’m, oh god.” The words fell from her lips and I reluctantly pulled away.

  Gripping the backs of her thigh and her arse I looked up at her, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe, yet the biggest smile I’d ever seen was still plastered on her face. She tugged on my hair, “You, bedroom, now.”

  I lowered her leg and was on my feet in seconds, sweeping her off hers in another. She let out a surprised yelp and clung to my shoulders as I strode down the hallway to her room. I kicked the door open and dropped her on the bed.

  My eyes ate her up, splayed out for me in nothing but those heels. My cock ached to get closer to her, to feel her skin against my skin.

  She licked her lips as she eyed me, “Clothes off.” She commanded, and who was I to refuse?

  I stripped in record time, popping a few buttons on the new dress shirt I’d bought for the wedding and I didn’t give a flying fuck. As soon as the last sock was gone, I was on her.

  Pinning her hands to the bed either side of her head, I took my time getting to know her tits, licking and nibbling as I explored. Tory’s back arched, pushing her breast further into my face as I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She started thrashing and moaning, so I sucked harder. Then released one of her wrists so I could feel just how wet I knew she was for me.

  My finger slid between her soaked folds to her entrance, I traced around it gently while I sucked her nipple harder, then slammed my finger inside her, massaging her G-spot. A piercing cry left Tory’s lips as she arched higher and began to shudder beneath me.

  I let her nipple pop from my mouth and continued to gently slide my finger in and out of her as she came down from her orgasm.

  Panting she took my face in her hands and pulled me down to kiss her. Long languid strokes of our tongues, soft nibbles of lips, a slow build back to ravenous.

  “Condom’s in the side table drawer.” Tory whispered, “Get one for me, I want to put it on you.”

  I nodded and quickly shifted to shuffle through the drawer. Not being able to find one fast enough I flicked on the table lamp to help me see, she had a whole box in there. “Planning to have a party?” I asked, as I fished one out and handed it to her.

  She was sitting up now, her knees folded beneath her. I swallowed at the sight of her. God, I loved her. I loved everything about her. She took my breath away every single day. I wondered if the day would come when her effect on me wasn’t as potent, but I doubted it.

  I watched as she ripped open the small foil packet with her teeth and pulled the condom from the wrapper. I stayed standing at the very edge of the bed, and she shuffled forward to reach me. Her breasts swayed with every move she made, and I swear I got harder.

  Tory looked up at me before wrapping her hand around my length and squeezing gently, “I love the feel of your cock.” She breathed, “So smooth, so hard, I want to taste it.” And she did. She dropped her head and sucked my knob into her mouth and I almost came on the spot.

  “Fuck,” I gritted as she increased her suction and slid her hand up and down my shaft.

  All too soon she released my dick with a pop, when she looked back up into my eyes hers were glazed, almost feral with lust. I swallowed hard, “You better hurry up with that condom, Victoria, or I’m going to fuck you without it. Consequences be damned.”

  Her eyes lit up, but she did as I asked, and slid the condom over my dick. As soon as it was on I pushed her back down on the bed, spread her legs and crawled up her body. She couldn’t stay still beneath me, her body was as wired as mine.

  I shuddered as my cock breached her entrance, how long had I waited for this day?

  Tory squirmed under me, then her hands were on my arse, urging me to push further, harder, deeper. So I did. Inch by inch I thrust my hips in and out of her, going a little deeper each time. She felt amazing. She felt right.

  “Jesus, Tory, you’re so perfect.” I groaned against her throat.

  “Weston,” she said, “Fuck me like you fantasied about when you were seventeen.”

  I couldn’t refuse her, and truth be told I’d been fantasizing about this moment well before I turned seventeen. But it wasn’t until then that I’d actually begun to see her as more than my best friend’s sexy mum. I wanted to know her intimately, and now I did.

  Sliding out, then back in slowly, I pushed up onto my forearms, “Are you sure? I was a kinky little fucker.”

  She licked her lips, excitement shone in her eyes and she nodded.

  I pulled all the way out and quickly flipped her over, grabbed her hips and pulled them up, just a little. Then slammed back into her. “Oh, god!” she cried out as I thrust into her relentlessly. Her hands shot out and gripped the edge of the mattress as I fucked her with everything I had.

  Soon after, she pushed her face into the comforter and screamed as I felt her walls clench around my shaft, and that was all I could take. I followed her over the edge into oblivion.

  I awoke to rough fingers trailing down my spine and I shivered.

  “Morning,” Weston’s husky voice whispered against my neck as he bent down and began planting soft kisses along my throat, across my chin to my mouth. I kissed him back, as his tongue slid between my lips.

  A sigh of contentment slid past my lips. “Morning,” I whispered back. Almost afraid if I spoke normally I’d ruin the peacefulness surrounding us.

  His grin was panty melting, if I was wearing any that is.

  Reaching up I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair, scratching my nails over his scalp the way, I’d learned last night, that he very much enjoyed. He nipped at my jaw playfully and I smiled. I could wake up like this every day.

  Weston propped himself up on an elbow, resting his head in his palm, “So, what are we going to do today?” he asked while tracing patterns on my stomach with his free hand.

  I rolled towards him, “I thought we were doing it?” I said with a little wink than started laughing at the expression that came over his face. “What?” I asked.

  His eye fixed on my breasts, his breathing became heavy and he licked his lips. I felt that small swipe of his tongue all the way down to the tips of my toes. “Weston?” I murmured.

  He blinked, but didn’t shift his focus from the girls. “My eyes are up here.” I joked.

  Breathing heavily through his nose he said, “I’ve been looking into those beautiful eyes for years. And while I’ll never get sick of them, I’m busy right now.”

  I laughed, and grabbed the sheet to pull it up and cover myself. Only for him to slap my hands away, “What are you doing?” he demanded.

  “Removing the distraction.” I said.

  “Fuck that.” He shot out and in one fluid movement rolled me to my back and straddled me. “I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for. I’m going to spend all day worshiping this body.”

  I swallowed, “Uh, okay. I think I can handle that.” I mumbled. But I wasn’t entirely sure I could. If I was completely honest, my previously neglected vagina was a wee bit tender today. My vibrator did nothing to prepare me for the size of Weston’s cock. Which was currently sitting up against his ripped stomach.

  Maybe I could handle just a lit
tle more . . .

  Nothing had ever been as perfect as Tory splayed out beneath me.

  Her full tits lay heavy on her chest, begging to be played with. But the curve of her thighs called to me too. I wanted to run my hands over every inch of her.

  While she was sleeping this morning I’d discovered a freckle beneath her left arse cheek, it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to lick that freckle. I wanted to name it. And I did.

  “By the way, I’ve named the freckle below your left arse cheek,” I said as my hands skated around the curve of her tits and down her sides.

  She was breathing heavily, “What freckle?”

  I lifted onto my knees, wrapped my hands around her hips and flipped her on to her stomach. Then moved down her legs until I was sitting on her calves, “This one,” I said as I leant down to kiss it.

  “Oh,” she breathed, “What’s its name?”

  “Bonita.” I murmured as I slid my tongue over the spot my lips has just marked.

  “Uh-ha.” Tory groaned.

  “It means beautiful in Spanish. Did you know I took Spanish in high school? Aced it too. That means I can whisper dirty things to you while I fuck you and you’ll think I’m whispering sweet nothings.”

  Unconsciously she pushed her arse up and back towards me. My palm glided over the plump globes, and I couldn’t resist, I lifted my hand then brought my palm down in a swift slap to her cheek and she cried out and quivered under my touch.

  If I wasn’t already turned on lying in bed with a naked Tory, I sure as fuck was now after spanking her and having her shudder beneath me. “I hope you don’t have plans today, because if I have my way, we won’t be leaving this room.” I told her, and I meant it.

  The rest of the weekend was a bit of a blur. I couldn’t get enough of Tory, and thankfully she couldn’t get enough of me.

  When I had to leave for work on Monday morning I dragged my feet as I headed for the door. Tory just rolled her eyes, “Oh poor baby, too tired to go to work.” She cooed with a mock pout.