by Hazel Kelly
He shrugged. “What can I say. I'm the kind of guy that likes to hang his suits.”
My eyes traveled down his cut stomach to his boxers, which were covered in champagne glasses. “I think I love that about you.”
He smiled.
“Are those your lucky wedding boxers or something?”
“I don't know yet,” he said, walking up behind me. “Are they?”
I bit my lip and found the last cluster of bobby pins with my fingers as his eyes fell to the zip at the back of my dress, causing my pulse to jump. “Still thinking about my booty, I take it?”
He looked through the mirror at me as he slid my zipper down slowly. “Is it that obvious?”
I set the last bobby pin in the pile on the wide counter and laid my hat to the side. “I'm kinda disappointed that I don't have champagne print panties on,” I said, sticking my bottom lip out.
“Don't be,” he said, peeling my dress over my shoulders. “It's not your panties that interest me.”
I watched him undress me in the mirror, craving the warmth of his body as he came closer, his muscular shoulders framing mine from behind. Then he dropped out of sight as he slid my dress down over my hips and…bit one of my butt cheeks?!
“Hey!” I squealed, arching my back. “That hurt.”
He laughed as I stepped out of my dress. “I'm sorry. It just looked so juicy I couldn't help myself.”
I turned to look at my ass in the mirror. “I can see the marks from your teeth!”
“I'm going to bite the other cheek if you're still wearing that thong when I get back,” he said, stepping out of the room.
“Where are you going?!”
“I'm hanging up your dress, princess. I thought about kicking it to the side, but the sight of my top hat brought me to my senses.”
“Yet it didn't keep you from biting me like a dog!” I said, wiggling my underwear to the floor but deciding to keep my heels on.
“If you really didn't like it I won't do it again,” he said, his eyes falling down my body when he reentered the bathroom.
“What happened to your hat?”
“I felt overdressed,” he said, adjusting himself as he clenched his jaw. “Speaking of which, your bra is really ruining that look.”
I turned towards the mirror again and cocked my head, pretending I wasn't convinced.
“Oh shit I did leave a mark,” he said, stepping up and running a hand over my ass.
“I know,” I said. “You're a maniac!”
He laughed and rubbed the bite mark gently. “Poor thing,” he said. “Too delicious for your own good.”
“That's no excuse,” I joked as he undid my bra with his free hand. I caught it when it sprung off and tossed it to the corner of the counter.
“That's better,” he said, admiring me in the mirror as he smoothed his hands around my hips and up my stomach.
I watched him reach for my breasts, my breath growing shallow as he lifted them and tweaked my nipples between his fingers.
“I missed you,” I said as he buried his head in my neck.
He lifted his face and bent one of my legs onto the counter. “I missed you, too, babe.”
“What are you doing?” I asked as he ran a hand up my thigh and dragged his nails under my ass.
“Making you ready for me,” he said, his hard-on pressing me from behind.
My breath hitched when his fingers found my slit, and he groaned at how wet I was, smearing my silk around my swollen bud as he used his free hand to pull my bare body against his.
“You're so wet for me,” he whispered in my ear, watching my face in the mirror as he sent coils of heat through my body.
“I can't help it,” I said, gushing at his knowing touch and willing him to spread me open.
“What do you think?” he asked, kneading my aching breasts. “Do you think you're ready for me?”
I dropped my head back against his shoulder and arched my ass into him. “Yes,” I said, growing breathless at his teasing. “I’m ready.”
He rolled his fingers against my seam, coating them in my desire.
“Carter, please.”
He slid his fingers inside me, and I struggled to steady myself, gripping his forearm across my chest with one hand and stretching to reach the other behind his strong neck.
I could feel his heart pounding against my back as he forced me open, thrusting his fingers into me until he was knuckle deep in my warmth. “Carter,” I panted, too full to take a breath.
His face was serious as he started his fingers in motion, juicing my insides until my tender clit buzzed against his strong hand. “God, you're sexy,” he said, swelling against me as my desire dripped down his wrist. “I could take you right fucking here.”
“No,” I said, lifting my heavy eyelids to meet his gaze. “Don't.”
His blue eyes filled with concern as they searched mine.
“Let me taste you first,” I said. “I can’t wait any longer.”
F O R T Y S I X
- Carter -
“Please, Carter,” she begged, tearing her face from the mirror to look over her shoulder at me. “I can't feel my legs anymore.”
I wasn't ready to stop. I wanted her to see the beautiful way her chest flushed when she came, the beautiful way she shook for me. But as her knees grew weak, the weight of her body on my wrist became too much.
“Okay,” I said, pulling my hand from between her legs. “Whatever you want.”
She lowered her cocked leg and spun around to face me. Her cheeks were bright pink as she reached her palm forward to lay her hand against my hard-on, which was straining in my silly boxers in a way that- much like my love for her- didn't seem very silly in that moment at all.
“I told you what I want,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my dick and squeezing.
“Bedroom?” I asked, surprised I found any words at all.
She nodded and led the way.
I watched her hips shimmy out of the room and then leaned my hands on the counter, taking a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror. I wouldn't say I needed a pep talk. It's not like I was freaking out. Lots of beautiful girls had sucked my dick before.
Yet this time felt different. Maybe it was because Nina was more than just a beautiful girl to me. Or maybe it was because I cared so much about whether she’d actually enjoy it.
“It's rude to keep a girl waiting after she makes an offer like that,” she said from the other room.
I shook my head like a wet dog and pushed my boxers off. “Coming.”
“That's what she said,” she joked as I stepped into view, her tongue darting out to lick her lips when she saw how ready I was for her.
“Come here,” she said, summoning me with one finger, her legs spread apart so I could see her wet slit glistening with her desire.
I walked up between her legs, fucking high from having her lust-filled gaze on me. Part of me wanted to tell her she didn't have to do this, that we had all the time in the world to explore each other, but I could tell by the fire in her eyes that she'd already made up her mind, and I sure as fuck wasn't going to stop her from wrapping those pretty lips around me.
“It's bigger from this angle,” she said, looking up at me.
“Wait till you see how big it feels in your mouth,” I said, running a hand over her silky blonde hair.
She licked her lips again as she reached for my dick, pulling me closer before pressing it against my stomach and starting on my balls.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the first lap of her tongue. I wasn't expecting that. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, focusing on the way her warm tongue felt against my sensitive sack.
She reached her free hand out to massage me, sucking my tight balls between her lips and dragging her tongue across their folds.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, laying a hand on her head to steady myself. “That feels too good.”
She moaned as she sucked me, her lips sending vibrations up my
spine.
“That's criminal,” I said, inching closer to her greedy mouth.
She started stroking my shaft, the tip of her tongue licking up the underside of it so slowly I thought I might faint, but I collected myself when her delicate tongue circled my head, flicking its way around my purple rim.
I hung my head and watched her French kiss the tip of my dick, watched her lap up the bead of want she'd already drawn from me.
“I don't know how much more of this I can take,” I said, gripping a clump of her hair in my fist as she sank her wet mouth down my shaft. I groaned as she sucked me, her big eyes looking up at me from above her hollowed cheeks.
“That's so good, babe.”
With her mouth stretched wide, she closed her eyes and picked up the pace, her mouth sliding up and down beside her hand, each of them squeezing me so hard I couldn't do anything but rock my hips against her face, fucking her mouth like she was asking for.
“I'm close,” I said. “I'm gonna come.”
She moaned an invitation, and I exploded, blowing my load against the back of her throat, which squeezed the tip of my dick with her every swallow as I jerked against her face.
A moment later, she slid off me slowly, her mouth catching every drop I'd given her before she looked up at me with a shy smile.
“I thought you said you wanted to taste me,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. “Not devour my soul.”
She laughed and pushed my shoulder playfully.
“Seriously, Nina. That was…”
Her sexy eyes sparkled. “You're welcome.”
I leaned forward and kissed her, cradling the back of her head as I tasted myself on her tongue.
Her lips pulled into a smile, but she didn't pull away, and when I set my fingertips against her glossy pink lips again, she gasped, exhaling as I sank my fingers inside her.
“Lie back,” I whispered against her mouth. “It's my turn for a taste.”
She leaned back and blinked at me, her eyes dropping to where my fingers kept disappearing inside her. “Carter,” she whispered, gripping my shoulder. “It's too much.”
“Lie back,” I said again, bending down to lick her glistening bud.
She moaned and wilted against the bed, her body clenching around my fingers as she arched her back.
I removed them abruptly and replaced them with my thirsty tongue.
“Oh god,” she whimpered as I licked circles around her clit.
My tongue traced the edges of her opening, dipping inside just often enough to keep her guessing and satisfy my own need for her sweet nectar. Then I picked up the pace, licking her harder and faster until the sound of my splashing tongue drowned out her heavy breathing.
Her hips began to writhe and tilt towards my face, allowing me to kiss her deeper as she stretched her hands over her head. “Oh Carter,” she panted, her back curling off the bed.
I held her thighs in an iron grip, making it impossible for her to cheat her own pleasure as I sucked her clit between my soaking lips, moaning against her every swollen nerve until she came like a flood, crying out as her hips bucked against my hands and her pussy clenched around my tongue.
“Holy shit,” she mumbled, shaking as I drank her down, her liquid insides coating my tongue and melting down my throat.
I sat back and stared up the length of her perfect body to where her breasts rose and fell with her breath. Then I wiped my wet mouth across her inner thigh and kissed my way up her soft belly, stopping to suck her nipples before releasing them into the cool air.
“That was wow,” she said, as I crawled over her.
I pushed the hair from her face. “For me, too.”
“Forget what I said about the cake. That was the best part of the wedding so far.”
“Would it be greedy if I said I wanted to feel you around me?” I asked, searching her eyes as the tip of my dick teased her mound.
She reached for me and dragged my head through her slick. “Only if I didn’t want that too.”
“That's just cruel.” My brow furrowed at how close I was to being buried in her tight warmth. “Let me get a condom.”
“Don't,” she said. “I want to feel you.”
“But-”
“It's okay. I'm on the pill.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“’Cause that's boyfriend stuff.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, aching for her.
She nodded as she stroked me solid with her hand.
“I haven't been with anyone else,” I said. “Just so you know. Not since the first time we got together.”
Her eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Of course,” I said. “I love you. I could never-”
She froze. “You what?”
It took me a second to realize what I said, and only one more to realize I meant it. With everything. “I love you.”
“Wow,” she said, guiding me to her opening.
I don't know what I expected, but wow wasn't it. Then again, it was hard to find fault with the situation when my head was pressed right up against her soaked slit.
“What's so funny?”
“You must think I'm crazy,” I said. “Not for loving you, but we've been officially going out for- what- thirty minutes?”
“Say it again,” she said, her eyes daring me.
“I love you.”
She grabbed my face to kiss me, and I plunged into her wetness, her beautiful body tightening around me as I sank into her.
“You feel amazing,” I said, losing myself in every pulsing pull of her pussy.
“So do you,” she whispered, slowly bending her legs so I could hit her deeper. “And you were so right.”
I rocked into her, burying myself in her warmth, and leaned up. “About what?”
She dragged a hand down my chest before lifting her glassy eyes to mine. “One more night will never be enough.”
F O R T Y S E V E N
- Nina -
When I woke up as the little spoon, I couldn't help but feel all was right with the world again. Instead of pinching myself, I log-rolled in Carter’s arms and hooked a leg over his hip, pulling my deliciously sore lower body even closer to his.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said without opening his eyes.
“Morning, handsome,” I said, tracing his cheekbone with my fingertips.
His dark lashes flickered open, framing his blue eyes. “You look like you slept well.”
I smiled. “I did. Best sleep I’ve had since Valentine's Day.”
“Me too, babe.” He rolled onto his back and let out a monstrous yawn, stretching his arms up over his head. Then he slipped out from under the covers and walked to the bathroom.
I admired his muscular butt until it disappeared from view and waited patiently for a glimpse of his front side upon his return.
“I hope I didn't freak you out last night,” he said, slipping back under the covers.
“Freak me out?”
“With the whole ‘I love you’ thing?”
My stomach dropped. Did he not mean it? “Why would I be freaked out?”
He rolled onto his side and fluffed a pillow under his head. “Only ’cause my timing was a bit intense.”
“That's an understatement.”
“And I know it's weird if someone says that to you, and you're not ready to say it back.”
“It's not that I'm not ready,” I said. “I just…how can you be so sure?”
“Besides the fact that I thought it four thousand times before I blurted it out?”
My insides cartwheeled. “Besides that.”
He shrugged. “I don't know. I just do.”
“It was kind of blurty.”
“Very.”
“Sweet, though,” I said, though it didn’t seem like he needed to be reassured.
“I won't say it again if you don't want me to.”
“Are you kidding? Of course I want you to say it. As long as you mean it.”
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br /> “I mean it,” he said, his tone suddenly stern. “Trust me.”
“I’m sorry I’m not ready to say it back.” Perhaps my hesitation stemmed from what a mindfuck the last month had been, or maybe I was just afraid I didn't really know the meaning of the word. Either way, I felt I still had a bit further to fall before I could say it back with the same conviction. “It’s not that I don’t care about you.”
“It's okay,” he said. “You don't have to explain.”
“I'm sure I'll say it eventually.”
“Oh, you will,” he said. “I'm going to make it impossible for you to not fall in love with me.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?”
“With Reese's Pieces and tongue gymnastics, of course.”
I smiled. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”
“I thought you'd approve.”
I wrapped an arm around him and began lightly scratching his back.
“I think we should set a few ground rules, though, now that we're in a committed relationship.”
“What? I thought you hated my rules.”
“I did,” he said. “They were terrible rules. Not to mention bad for my blood pressure.”
I rolled my eyes.
“This time around I get to make the rules.”
I squinted at him. “I'm skeptical but willing to hear you out.”
“Rule number one, you have to start frolfing with me again at least twice a month.”
“We're off to a weird start.”
His eyes grew wide. “Hey, I have a reputation to uphold.”
“What's in it for me if I agree?”
“We can go fifty/fifty on the prize money at any and all tournaments we participate in.”
I pretended to think about it. “Do I have to spend my half on Gatorade?”
“No. You can spend your winnings on whatever you want.”
“Sounds fair,” I said. “What else did you have in mind?”
“You have to uninstall Tinder.”
“Obviously.”
“And you have to let me take you on legit dinner dates that involve forks and knives.”
“Why?” I scrunched my face. “Fancy meals are such a waste of money.”
“That's irrelevant. I should be allowed to blow my money on you however I want.”