The way my cock pulsed for her.
She fluttered her eyes down before raking them back up my body. Her cheeks were heated and her breath was coming in shallow pants. I wasn’t ashamed of what she was doing to me. She’d worn me down with her clumsy charm and her mild innocence. I squeezed her hand, pulling her back to reality as I watched her shake her head, pulling her from the trance my body had sunk her into.
“Lead the way, Graham,” she said.
And I couldn’t have pulled her from that dancefloor fast enough.
Five
Libby
He tugged me off the dancefloor and slammed us into the nearest bathroom. He reached behind me and locked the main door, then grabbed my ass and hoisted me into the air. I couldn’t keep my hands off him any longer. The way his muscles tugged at his suit. The way his piercing blue eyes kept their stare on me all night. The way his chiseled jawline seemed to tip his lips into a permanent cheeky grin, like he had a secret to hide.
I wanted to see what else he was hiding underneath his clothes.
Our lips crashed together, all tongue and teeth and lust. He tasted like the wine we’d been drinking as a flush cascaded down my body. He sat me down onto the edge of the sink, his strong hands traveling up my naked thighs.
I was trembling for him as my hands gripped his tuxedo jacket.
His fingertips hooked into my panties and pulled them down my legs. I could feel my arousal dripping onto the edge of the counter as he shoved my dress up my legs. His lips traveled down my cheek, sliding over my neck as his teeth nipped at my pulse point. I threaded my hands through the thickness of his hair as I pulled his face to my chest. He growled into my skin, sending shivers down my spine as his buckle began to click.
I heard his pants hit the floor before he pulled me to the edge of the counter. His face rose from my breasts, our breaths panting against the other’s lips. His tongue darted out, capturing my lower lip as he began to suck on it. A whimper fell from my lips, causing him to grin as I felt his cock settle between my legs.
“Graham,” I said breathlessly. “You’re so-”
He inched the tip of his dick in and I held my breath. Inch by inch, he slowly slid in, slicking his cock with my juices. My head fell back, right into the palm of his hand as he fisted a handful of my hair. I was trembling by the time he had sunk to his hilt, and my legs wrapped around him to try and pull him even closer.
“Shit, Libby. So tight.”
I adjusted myself on the counter as Graham peppered my skin with kisses. He was massive. Pressing against my walls so much I thought I was going to rip in half. My hands were trembling as I grasped onto his back, my fingernails curling into the jacket of his tuxedo. My face fell into the crook of his neck, nuzzling his ear with my nose as he groaned.
Then, I rolled my hips.
His hands gripped me tightly, imprinting his fingerprints onto the outside of my skin. He set a relentless pace, jolting my body as his lips nipped at my skin. He sucked at my neck and bit into my shoulder. He kissed down to my bosom and pulled my dress down to get a better look. His luscious lips wrapped around my tits as I fell back, his arms cloaking me and holding me close to him as he lapped at my nipples. My head was swirling from all of the passion and my heart was slamming against my chest. He was a stranger. A man of the night that had emerged in a tuxedo to help me field this wedding.
And my body was giving way to him with each caress of his tongue.
I rolled my hips desperately into him as he released my nipples with a pop. I could feel him grinning against my skin as my tits bounced in his face. His hand made its way between my legs, parting my juicy folds so he could access that one beautiful spot I had. My legs fell from around him, shaking with delight as his fingers pressed delicately into my swollen clit.
“There it is,” he said. “Give it to me, Libby. Let yourself go.”
I clung to his shoulders as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My toes curled in my heels and my juices were pouring down my ass crack. I wanted to moan his name. Shout it to the heavens as my ecstasy rolled over me. I could feel my pussy clamping down around his cock, urging him to fall over the edge with me as I pulled him deeper into my body. I could feel his hips stumbling around, desperate to keep their pace as my pussy begged for his cum.
The pleasure was so great I couldn't speak. All I could do was shake in his grasp.
“Holy fuck. Yes. Just… shit.”
Graham slammed into me one last time before he spilled deep within me. I collapsed further backwards, bending over the grasp his arms had on me. He pulled me back to him, his chiseled chest heaving against my bosom as my face planted into the crook of his neck. I could feel him dripping out of me. I could feel our intermingled juices running against my skin as our sex-tainted scent swirled around our heads.
I pressed lazy kisses into his skin as his hands rubbed up and down my back.
“Graham,” I said with a whisper.
“Hmm?” he asked.
“Thank you for tonight,” I said breathlessly.
And he responded by pressing a deep kiss to the top of my head.
Six
Graham
“You really missed a wild reception,” Jake said.
“I told Logan I wasn’t going to be able to stay,” I said. “I had prior plans.”
“Don’t worry. He wasn’t upset or anything,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have been worried had he been upset.”
“What kind of plans did you have? Women plans?”
“What are you? Twelve?”
“Fine! Want me to talk about the reception?” he asked.
“Sure. Sounds good.”
I was out to breakfast with Jake the next morning and I was trying to keep an eye out for Libby. I suggested this place right by the Stan Mansion, in case she had a room there she came back the next day for some reason. Or maybe came back and stayed overnight. I couldn’t get my damn mind off her. After our beautiful fucking encounter in the bathroom I had escorted her to her car. A shabby, rundown hunk of junk I was nervous to even put her in. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and smiled as she got into her car, then waved her off while my stomach sank watching her drive off.
I wasn’t sure why I felt that way. Usually one-night stands were easy for me to let go.
But this one was different, and I wanted to know why.
I was an idiot to not get anymore information on her. I didn’t know where she worked. I didn’t get her damn phone number. I didn’t even know what fucking part of Chicago the woman lived in!
How the hell did I not know any of this stuff? I spent the entire damn evening with her.
Fuck. I was probably never going to see that woman again.
“Well, for starters,” Jake said, “Logan got trashed. I mean, off his ass trashed. He drank so much at that reception he fell face first into the damn wedding cake!”
“He did what?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Marianne was pissed. Red-faced yelling. And Logan was giggling his ass off like some drunk little school girl. I got it all on my phone. Wanna see it?”
“Logan drunk is always a good time,” I said. “Hit me with it.”
I watched Jake dig out his phone before my eyes scanned the breakfast place again. I had no idea why the hell a timid woman like Libby would frequent a place like this, but I had to try. It was the only place I’d be caught dead in anyway, so if I had a heart attack from straining to try and find her at least I wouldn’t be embarrassed about where I was. I watched people walk outside on the streets, enjoying the morning sun before the clouds ate it up. I was begging the universe to send her my way. Just walk those curves right by the damn windows of this place and I could take it from there. My cock throbbed simply thinking of her curves. All of the soft, sensuous meat I felt underneath my fingertips when I ran them up her dress.
I drew in a deep breath as Jake shoved his phone into my hands.
“Watch the entire thing. It’s long, but
there’s so much shit that happens it’s ridiculous,” he said.
I had to admit, watching Logan fall face first into the cake was pretty impressive. What was more impressive, however, was Marianne getting so drunk she was making out with her maid of honor. I chuckled and shook my head as bottles of very expensive champagne were opened and poured onto people. Marianne was soaked and Logan was licking it off her neck. The bridesmaids were standing on tables and showering the dancefloor with it. People were slipping around and falling into one another while parents and the like scoffed in the corner.
“Wow,” I said. “They really threw a party, didn’t they?”
“And that’s just twenty minutes of the damn thing,” Jake said. “Like I said, you missed a party. So, tell me about her.”
“Who?” I asked.
“The woman you missed the party for.”
“What makes you think it was a woman?”
“For starters? The hickey on the side of your neck.”
My hand rose to my neck as I caught my reflection in the window. It was faint. Nothing like the marks I knew I’d put on her body. But the red was just red enough and it was rising up just beyond the collar of my shirt. I felt my cheek tick at the memory of her lips against my neck, and I felt my dick twitch to life again.
Breathe, Graham.
“Secondly you didn’t even sit with us. So? Was she hot?” Jake asked.
“It was nothing but a one-night stand,” I said.
“So she was hot.”
“Yes, Jake. She was an attractive woman.”
“Where’d you meet her?” he asked.
“At the wedding.”
“Wait a second. You met some girl at the wedding and hooked up?” he asked.
“It was kind of more than that. But Jake, she didn’t know who I was. It was kind of great to be just a groomsman sleeping with the groom’s cousin.”
“But women knowing who you are is the best part, Graham! They slobber on your cock like experts when they know the kind of power you wield.”
“That isn’t what I want and you know it,” I said. “Besides that, I’m not willing to settle down again. I tried that, remember?”
“And it blew up in your face, got it. So, was she any good?”
“What?” I asked.
“Fuck me, am I gonna have to drag this out of you? Usually you’re forthcoming with this kind of information. By this point, I know what size her tits were, how tight her pussy was, and how many times she came, dude.”
“It was a decent one-night stand. Nothing special about it. And now it’s time to move on,” I said.
“Ah, well. Not every lay can be a good one. At least the wedding was memorable for everyone.”
“Yeah, there’s that.”
It pissed me off to talk about this anymore than I already was. Moving on from someone like Libby was going to suck shit. I didn’t know why it was going to, but it hurt to even think about the notion. The way her eyes lit up with every single unfiltered emotion and the way she was unabashedly herself. It was refreshing. She didn’t seem to know who I was, so she wasn’t clamoring for my money, and as I was balls deep in her pussy she enabled me to forget about the outside world.
Which was something no woman had ever done before.
I picked around at my breakfast plate, relegating myself to the fact that she was gone. She wasn’t at the Stan Mansion, she wasn’t walking into the breakfast joint, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to magically pop up out of thin air. Jake kept rattling on about the reception and where him and his bide were going on their honeymoon, but I was only taking in part of it.
The rest of my energy was focused on Libby, and how she had somehow imprinted herself onto me.
I paid for breakfast and shook Jake’s hand, then I dipped into my car. It was time for my ass to get to work and be productive with my life somehow. As I stared out the window and watched the world pass me by, I realized, Libby was gone.
Seven
Libby
“When was the last time you had Mozart groomed, Libby?”
“It’s been a couple of months,” I said.
“Girl, you really need to get that under control. His hair’s growing like wildfire,” Joanna said.
“When I can find some time in my schedule, I’ll put it on there,” I said.
“Time in your schedule? Work keeping you that busy?”
“Between work and trying to find a new job, yeah,” I said.
“You’re trying to find a new job? Since when!? Anderson is going to be so upset.”
“Since this past weekend.”
“What happened this past weekend?” she asked.
“My cousin’s wedding, remember?” I asked.
“And how does a wedding translate into you finally taking my advice?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I just… saw people there who had these wonderful lives and happy smiles on their faces. And I want that, you know? I want those smiles and that kind of happiness. I’m content with where I’m at, but I’m not happy I don’t think.”
“Well, it’s about time you started looking for something. Now would you come sit down? Your wine’s getting warm.”
“Give me a second. I’m cleaning up our plates of Chinese takeout.”
“I’ll do that later if you come sit down and tell me all about these new plans of yours,” she said.
I sat the dirty plates into the sink as Joanna held out her glass of wine for me. I took it from her and grinned, then sat down on the couch next to her. I missed this. I missed having these nights with her. She was the only friend I really had, so seeing her was always a treat. But even she was married with a daughter now, which meant significantly less time with her.
Which meant more time to dwell on how everyone seemed to be leaving me behind in their lives.
“So, what kinds of jobs are you applying for?” Joanna asked.
“The plan is to eventually go back and get my Master’s so I can become a social worker, but I figured with my experience in secretarial work and my Bachelor degree in Psychology I could try to fuse the two.”
“Like…?”
“I don’t know. Seeing if social services offices need secretaries? Or representatives of some sort. It would give me a shoe-in towards the job I really want. Or I could become a career counselor at one of the high schools I tutor at. I’ve got connections in there as well I could probably use.”
“Getting you down to one job that would give you what you can make for yourself now would help out with your crazy schedule. Give you a bit more time to yourself,” she said.
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of time to myself. But I don’t feel like my life is progressing forward or anything. I mean, look at you. You’re married with a baby, and happy as can be.”
“You’re not happy, Libby?”
“Like I said, I’m content. I’ve got my little apartment and I’ve got Mozart. But I’ve stalemated.”
“And the wedding helped you to see this,” Joanna said.
“More or less. I got to catch up with some family and see how their lives have changed. How people have moved on or become successful or found their significant others. They chose the path they wanted and they ran with it. Then… there’s me.”
“I had no idea you were feeling this way. Why haven’t you called me?”
“Because you have your own life. A daughter who needs you more than ever and a husband you love dearly. I don’t want to interrupt that. Besides I work for him, I didn’t want to mix business with pleasure.”
“But you’re my Libby. You mean something to me. You know you can call me anytime you need me.”
“And I appreciate it. I’m just telling you all that happened in my mind over the weekend,” I said.
“So, when do you start putting in applications to these places?”
“I did some preliminary research last night and cleaned up my resume. Once I’m in bed again tonight, I’ll apply to some places before I go to sleep.�
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“You mentioned something that’s stuck with me, though.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You mentioned people finding their significant others.”
“Yeah? So?”
“It was the way you said it. Is that something you want to find?” she asked.
My mind rushed back to Graham. The way he’d kissed me and commanded my body. The way he took what he wanted and wound me up tightly before shooting me off into the sunset. I closed my eyes and sighed, then took a big gulp of my wine.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Joanna said with a grin.
“I don’t think someone like that is out there for me,” I said.
“Oh come on. Stop being such a turd about it. Have you ever thought about making a dating profile?”
“The thought’s come to my mind a time or two,” I said with a grin.
“So… why don’t you?”
“Because most of those applications and sites are filled with guys who simply want hook ups. Or even better they stand you up.”
“But if you weed through all of them to find the ones that aren’t, you could find your forever man, Libby. But it takes work, just like building a career does.”
“I don’t know…”
“Have you had a bad experience with one or something?” she asked.
My mind fled back to Graham again. How easy it flowed between the two of us and how he’d made me smile. How his handsome demeanor and his cool, easy way of going with the flow had been in stark contrast to my constant anxiety-ridden state. I knew I’d probably never see him again unless I told Logan our little secret when he got back from his honeymoon, but he made me feel like I could get out there. Try something new. Hopefully avoid some more Tony’s in the process. I smiled at the memory as I took another sip of my wine, then shook my head as Joanna grinned at me.
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