by T Gephart
“I’m fine.” The rehearsed response was automatic when it came to work talk. The added shrug wasn’t. I couldn’t have been any less convincing, and for once it hadn’t been my mouth that let me down. Kudos traitorous body, you are now on my shit list.
“You know you can talk to me, right? I’m pretty good at keeping secrets.” Troy’s lips spread into a grin as he reached the top of the stairs.
Well then. So, my plan to inoculate myself with a good dose of Troy Harris and be cured was a bust. It certainly didn’t help that he was being so sweet, and that grin he had going on just made me want him more. Maybe I needed more exposure. Like I literally needed to fuck him out of my system? I certainly owed it to myself to explore the options.
“I’m fine, promise.” I made a cross-my-heart motion over my chest and walked to the entrance of the VIP lounge area. The bouncer waving us through the minute he laid eyes on Troy.
“There you are!” Ash rushed to greet us. Her eyes were red and puffy, her mascara less enhancing her lashes and more giving her smudgy panda eyes. And unless you are Courtney Love, that look is not intentional.
This was certainly not the welcome I thought we would be walking into. Dan followed slowly behind her. He looked guiltily responsible; the hands shoved into his front pockets and the dopey look on his face a dead giveaway.
“Ash, are you ok?” I grabbed her hand and shot a death-glare at Dan. “What did you do?” So help me if he’d made her cry by doing or saying something stupid, I was going to end him. I don’t think I could go through another one of their break-ups. The last one had almost sent me into therapy.
“Relax, Megs. It’s not what you think.” Dan circled his hands around Ash’s waist and pulled her against his body, she didn’t fight him so I’m guessing that’s a good thing. Someone needed to start talking.
Ash dried the corners of her eyes with the tips of her fingers. “Dan asked me to marry him.”
Huh? All muscle control of my mouth was lost as it fell open in disbelief. My eyelids peeling back to their capacity was also a nice touch. Wow. Did not see that one coming. Marriage? How long were we gone? Had Marty McFly shown up in his Delorean and we’d somehow time travelled? Maybe Troy’s penis had an in-built flux capacitor and zipped us through the time-space continuum. His talented cock knew no end.
“What? Just now?” My shaking head complemented the attractive facial paralysis I had going on as I tried to wrap my brain around what I’d obviously missed.
Troy, who obviously hadn’t shared my stunned reaction, moved in front of me. “Congrats, man. Good move on making it legal, it will be harder for her to dump your sorry ass when she finally realizes she can do better.” He shook Dan’s hand and gave Ash a warm hug.
Dan was unmistakably pleased, the smile barely contained on his face as he patted Troy on the back. “Thanks, man. You know you’re going to have to be suited up and stand beside me as my best man, right?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, dude. Whatever you need.”
My brain kicked into gear and demanded I say something. My best friend just announced she was getting married and I had been standing there speechless while the revelry went on around me. You’re happy for her. This is a good thing. Congratulations. All acceptable responses, pick one…any one! “Wow. Congratulations, Ash. I’m so happy for you.” Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.
Ash beamed, her excitement and happiness palpable as she tugged on my arm. “And Megs, I need you to be my maid of honor. I know it’s kind of soon, but I know Dan’s the one. There’s never going to be another guy for me.”
“Of course I will. I would love nothing more than to stand beside you.” It was a given that I would be there in whatever way I was needed. Being partnered with Troy? Time will tell if that was a blessing or a curse. “I’m so glad you’re happy, that’s all that matters. Who cares how long it’s been? When you know, you know. So which one of you two is going to spill the details? Is there a ring?” My mouth spewed every random thought as I grabbed Ash’s left hand and noticed a sparkling diamond was absent from her ring finger.
Dan held up his hand as he entered the ring debate. “There ain’t no way in hell I’m choosing an engagement ring without Ash’s input. I know Stone and James took a knee with a box full of carats, but I wanted to be sure that whatever she wears is something that she loves.” He punctuated his stance by pulling her in close and kissing her neck.
Ash smiled. “The ring isn’t important. I don’t even need one.”
“Yeah, you do.” Dan made it clear where he sat on the no ring stance. “No future wife of mine is going to be without an engagement ring and don’t even think about the money. So you can either choose a ring you like or you get one the size of a baseball when I go buy one myself.”
“I don’t think he’s bending on this one, Ash; might be easier just to take the hit and get the bauble.” Troy winked with a laugh. Ash nodded, agreeing it was probably a losing battle.
While their touching exchange was endearing, I was still no closer to know how or why Dan decided to pop the question in a club. That information was something I needed to know. Not that it was any of my business, but that had never stopped me before. I was an information girl. It was a sickness and I was very unwell. “So… getting back to the proposal. You know I need details.”
“Well, to be honest I hadn’t really planned it.” Dan took the reigns on this one as he explained how he decided they needed to become husband and wife. “But being here reminded me of that night and how it all started.”
It was evident in the telling how much he loved her. My heart swooned despite the absence of rose petals and sunsets —and probably no bended knees either—but he was a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy so I wouldn’t expect his proposal to be anything less. I felt my eyes water as I looked at my friend, so happy and in love with a guy who adored and loved her like she deserved. It was fitting that she was finally getting her little slice of happily ever after.
“I’m not sure if that’s romantic or kind of creepy.” My eyes blinked rapidly, trying to keep my tears at bay.
Ash joined me on my journey to Tearsville, her fingertips trying to salvage what was left of her eye make-up. She needn’t have bothered. It was a lost cause. “Oh hush, Megs, it’s beautiful and it’s perfect.”
“Ok babe, you’re going to need to stop crying.” It had been a long time since I’d heard Dan sound so serious, he stroked Ash’s arm with concern. “I know you said you’re happy, but the tears are starting to mess with my head. Last time I made you cry, you left me.”
“Aww Dan, stop. You’re going to make me cry now.” His words plunged my own make-up at risk as my eyes started to water. Damn him for being so incredibly sweet.
“Ok, ladies,” Troy waved over a waitress and ordered some champagne. “No more crying. What we need to is celebrate.”
He was a God. Troy, I meant. His intervention saved me from a full emotional outburst that would have unleashed my unattractive crying face. No one needed to see that. He would so be getting a blowjob for that act of kindness; I was a really ugly crier.
We moved over to one of the vacant couches, coupling off as we sat down. It should have felt weird— sitting next to him, acting normal—but it didn’t. Instead we laughed and chatted about the impending nuptials as the waitress handed out our champagne.
“To my best friend, who’s been more like a brother to me.” Troy held up his glass. “I’m so freaking glad you didn’t waste time and asked the best woman who ever walked into your life to marry you.”
His smile made my heart skip a beat before he continued. “Ash, I know we haven’t known each other long but I can tell you are the real deal, and I couldn’t be happier to have you as a sister-in-law. Sorry to tell you, but you marry this loser, you get us as well. It’s all good though, ’cause it means you can stare at Alex’s ass anytime you want now.”
We laughed— Ash and I. She had stared at Alex’s ass so it was fu
nny. Dan didn’t share the amusement as he shot Troy a dirty look and flipped him the bird. “I hate you, asshole.”
“Back at ya, sunshine.” Troy grinned back.
“To Dan and Ash.” Troy paused before adding, “Nothing but love for both of you. Congratulations.”
“Dan and Ash.” The words left my mouth with very little effort. Troy had said it all so I showed my support by taking a drink. It was the least I could do and would keep me from declarations of how amazing Troy was. I was thinking it but the world didn’t need to know. Best I pin that thought for later.
The drinks flowed freely, which could have been dangerous. My hands seemed to spend more and more time on Troy Harris; his arm, his knee, his thigh. No one noticed and more to the point, no one stopped me. I would have stopped had he asked, but he didn’t so I didn’t. Did that sound right? Probably not. Oh look, another glass of champagne.
“So you wanna team up, beat the two of them into submission if either of them fucks this up?” Troy gently bumped my shoulder—he was touching me— as we watched Dan and Ash move from the couch and onto the dance floor.
“Yes. I think that’s part of the job description when you sign up for the wedding party.” My voice came out breathier than I would have liked, possibly on account that I wanted to nuzzle against his chest.
Troy’s arms stretched out over the top of the couch, his skin making contact with my back. The shiver travelled down my spine, all the way to my toes. “Funny how we worried about them noticing us being gone and they couldn’t have cared less.”
Yes, no one had noticed. Let’s go back to car was what I had wanted to say but instead the watered down version of, “Yeah, I guess we lucked out,” was what I actually said.
It was a compromise and it meant I didn’t sound like a nympho, so positives all around. Yay! “Did you still want to… get together…later?” My voice was unsteady, either champagne or concern that our night of debauchery was going to be put on a permanent hold, to blame. Best to be prepared.
Troy’s hand slid off the couch and gently caressed my back. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?” His smile convinced me that he had no plans to sleep alone.
I stifled a moan, allowing more skin to connect with his hand. “I just wanted to be sure you hadn’t changed your mind.”
“Changed my mind? I’m the best man, you’re the maid of honor. I’m pretty sure there is some unwritten law that we have to sleep together.” There was a smile but no humor in his voice.
“I’m fairly sure there is no such law.” My eyelids may have fluttered; I couldn’t be sure as the silliness of my words made me giggle.
“Going to have to disagree with you, Megs, respectfully of course.” Troy’s hand slowly slid down the couch to rest on my hip. “I’m not going to be held accountable if you doom their marriage ’cause you didn’t follow the rules.”
“Oh, so that’s the reason?” My chin tilted as my body relaxed against his. Cooling it would have been the smart thing to do. Dan and Ash could walk up at any moment, we were in a public place and I was practically in his lap. Did I care? Nope, and I couldn’t make myself either. He was intoxicating. My lips moved closer to his ear. “You afraid we’re going to curse them if we don’t sleep together?”
Troy turned his head, his lips hovered above mine and I was sure he was going to kiss me. “No.” He paused, his voice husky and low. “The reason is ’cause I want to own that body of yours tonight. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about anything else other than making sure that happens.”
It was sometime around two in the morning when we finally wrapped it up and piled into the Suburban. That was about three hours later than I would have liked. Patience and virtue—yeah I didn’t get the memo. Instead I concentrated on what it would feel like to have my hands on her ass while she rode my cock; it gave me the incentive to hang back and let the night play out.
Dan and Ash got cozy on the row of seats in front of us while Megs and I took the ones in the back. Two things it had been good for. One, the two lovebirds didn’t get an eyeful of my hard-on. And two, my hands were able to stay busy on Megs without any raised eyebrows or suspicion. And busy they were.
That dress she was wearing deserved a standing ovation, ’cause other than looking outstanding on her, it didn’t hinder my access. My fingers got on a first name basis with her thong while she rubbed the front of my jeans with her hand. It was a beautiful thing.
The little moans she had going on didn’t help either. They weren’t loud enough for our audience to hear. Nope, she’d saved that privilege for me alone. Almost made me forget where the fuck I was, reaching for her mouth with my own on more than one occasion. That probably would have required some explanation. My tongue down her throat? Yeah, really no way getting around that unless she needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Both Ash and Megs had both consumed their fair share of drinks at the club. If the collection of champagne bottles hadn’t been a clue, the giggling sure was. Sober? Not likely. And while they weren’t loaded, they were fairly lit up.
Of course being the stand-up guy that I am, I kindly offered Megs the use of my guest room so she wouldn’t have to go back her place alone. She happily accepted. The brownie points I’d won from Ash were a nice touch, my concern for Megs’s well-being, commended even. I know, I’m a regular fucking saint.
The elevator ride up to the Penthouse had been excruciating. Being in such a confined space and not being able to do anything, yeah that was brutal. I had to mentally recite the batting order for the Yankees to try and calm the raging hard-on I had going on.
The minute we’d said our goodbyes and Dan and Ash disappeared through their front door, I grabbed Megs and pushed her up against the wall. I’d waited as long as I cared to and I wanted her mouth, and every other part of her on me.
She gave me zero resistance as my tongue continued to fuck her mouth. That was the preshow as I fumbled with my keys and opened my front door, both of us ready for the main event.
The door slamming behind us was all we needed to take it to the next level, clawing each other like savages. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead we dropped onto the hardwood floor of my entranceway and tore our clothes from our bodies like they were on fire. I’d take her to my bed later, what I needed was to get my mouth on her— every part of her.
Her neck, her tits, her thighs— my tongue got real familiar with it all, and she was almost begging by the time my mouth hit her pussy. Her back bowed off the floor as I continued to tease her, invading her, making her squirm. She twisted beneath me, changing her position and demanded to suck my cock. I wasn’t about to argue as I turned to give her access, her hot lips wrapping around me made me lose my damn mind. I’d had my fair share of blowjobs, but the way she worked that mouth of hers had me convinced I’d been dealing with amateurs all these years. Good to know.
My thumb circled her clit as I pushed a finger inside her, my cock muffling her pleasured moan. The charge coming off our bodies would have been enough to power a small country. Energy crisis solved.
I felt her body tense as her pussy tightened around my fingers, her breathing erratic as she thrashed beneath me with my dick in her mouth. She was close, and so was I. The heat in my body rose as I fought a losing battle to prolong the inevitable. My dick made the decision that it had gone on long enough. “Megs, I’m going to come.”
Her body convulsed as she beat me to it, every inch of her shook as I shot my load into her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow as I pulsed into her. Little muffled whimpers escaped from her lips as I drew out the last of her orgasm. My hands and mouth still busy between her legs.
It was awhile before we actually made it to my bedroom. Moving? That shit was obsolete for a good ten minutes while we both came down from the monumental sixty-nine in the entranceway.
Taking her to bed was high on my agenda, but it turns out all the good intentions in the world didn’t count for shit. ’Cause after getting cozy on
the floor for a while, my hard-on came back, interested as to why we weren’t fucking yet. The bastard was out of control. Megs didn’t seem to mind.
We’d made it about thirty feet. Which considering the backtrack to my discarded jeans by the doorway; it had been a fair effort. The condom was fished out of the pocket and onto my dick in record time. It was the rug on the living room floor that got pleasure of hosting that action. The couch had just been too fucking far.
That was followed up by a blowjob in the kitchen to which I happily reciprocated by going down on her in my study. Being that she was a psychologist, I’d assumed she appreciate the house tour with positive reinforcement. Who said I didn’t pay attention in school?
By the time we eventually crawled onto the bed, the alarm clock on my nightstand was hinting the sun would soon be playing peek-a-boo. What hadn’t changed with the flicking over of those florescent green digits was my need to take her again. She was like sexual heroin and I was a junkie with an unrelenting addiction.
We were both covered in sweat, panting, as I pounded into her from behind. Megs was on her hands and knees in front of me, my hands locked around her waist.
“That’s it, fuck me,” she screamed. “Harder, Troy Harris. I’m so close.”
My thrusts deepened as I picked up speed. “Hard enough for you?” I pushed every inch of me into her, my finger once again sinking into her ass as she clawed the sheets.
“Oh. My. God,” she screamed as her pussy gripped my cock, the pulsing sensation sending me over the edge as I came with her. Her body shook uncontrollably as muscle fatigue set in and she collapsed onto the mattress, pulling me down with her.
“Fuck, Megs.” I rolled on to my side, taking her with me so I wouldn’t crush her. “I can’t believe you are still calling me Troy Harris.” I laughed in between sucking breaths, pulling my finger from her ass.