Vice, Virtue & Video: Devoted

by Bianca Giovanni

  “You’re a lucky guy, my friend!” she teases, poking his ribs.

  “Fuck, yeah, man!”

  “Do you guys want me to give you some…privacy?” she asks with a sneaky grin.

  “Mmm, yeah,” James growls, taking a step toward me.

  “I’ll keep the moms occupied for a while.” Becky smiles and heads back out the door.

  “James! I’m not having sex with you in the dressing room at the bridal shop!” I warn as he comes closer, towering over me.

  “But we can’t have sex at your mom’s house. So this is a good spot.”

  “I need privacy for that sort of thing.”

  “We’re all alone in here,” he tantalizingly whispers, giving me a full blast of the Laser Beam.

  He kisses that spot right below my ear, and I close my eyes. I have to stand firm, though. There are a dozen and one ways for this to go wrong, and I’m not about to get caught in flagrante delicto getting banged by my husband on the lounge in a dressing room. People could overhear. Becky could lose the attention of the moms, and they could peek in to see what’s taking so long. Now that would be mortifying! “Oh, hi, Brenda. I was just giving the dress a durability test by getting plowed up against the wall by your son.”

  “James,” I meekly interject as he kisses my neck again, “we can’t do this here.”

  “Why?” he challenges mischievously.

  “Because it’s too risky.”

  “Then how about you lift your skirt and let me crawl under your dress so I can taste you, huh?”

  “Dude! Our parents are, like, thirty feet away.”

  “Well, you’ll just have to try to keep quiet while I lick your sweet little—”

  “Hey!” I interrupt. “Hands off the bride.”

  He makes a grunt of frustration and then dramatically pretends to faint onto the lounge chair. “I think I’m gonna die before I even get the chance to watch you walk down the aisle!”

  “I’m sure you’ll survive,” I reply, rolling my eyes at the way he’s sprawled out like someone shot him.

  “I’ll probably get some kind of blood clot from trying to hold back while we’re here. A fuckin’ blue-ball-induced brain aneurism.”

  “It’s only a few days!” I laugh loudly. “You can’t go more than twenty-four hours?”

  “No.” He shakes his head, giving me his best puppy dog eyes.

  “What about when I’m on my period? I’ve been overlapping the pills to skip it, but eventually I’ll have to have one, and what are you going to do then?”

  “Hey, I’ve got no objections to doing it while you’re on your period,” he replies with a shrug.

  “Gross!” I crinkle my nose and shake my head.

  “What? I could earn my red wings with you.”

  “Do I even want to know what that means?” I cautiously ask, preparing to be utterly grossed out.

  “Um…probably not.” He laughs and shakes his head. “But your periods are light anyway, so I really don’t mind it.”

  I snicker to myself. James has a very in-depth understanding of my cycle. I got my period for the first time in gym class in eighth grade, and I called him to rescue me. Even though I was too embarrassed to explain, he could tell what happened in about ten seconds from the tremble in my voice, and he picked me up from school and bought me Midol. He was so sweet that what would have been a harrowing experience turned into a bonding moment for us.

  “Listen, period sex is not happening, dressing room sex is not happening, and you’re going to have to learn to behave yourself,” I say, wagging my finger at him and pretending to be stern.

  “If you make me wait until we leave, I might have to fuck you in the bathroom of the plane on the way back home,” he teases.

  “You’re an addict!” I laugh loudly.

  “That’s kinda true.”

  “And I won’t be an enabler.” I chuckle as I take a seat near his knee. “I’m not going to be your dealer.”

  “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

  “Believe me, I’ll make it worth your while when we get back home,” I reply, leaning over to tease him with a soft kiss.

  “I see,” he answers with a broad smile. “Well, in that case, I guess I can endure.”

  I shake my head at him as I laugh. What am I going to do with you, my love? I kiss him again, and he continues to smile. His grin is sweet, but with that mischievous edge that makes me kind of want to take him up on his dressing room sex offer.

  “You really do look stunning in that dress, Lo. Everybody’s going to be like, ‘What’s that angel doing up there with that guy?’ when they see you.”

  “If I really do look stunning, then I think we’ll be quite evenly matched.” I smile and kiss him again. “Because you will, without question, be the most gorgeous man in the room.”

  He sighs again and looks into my eyes. “I’m so in love with you.”

  “Ditto, my man!” I give him a wink.

  He sits up, wraps his arms around me, and kisses my cheek on a path to the side of my head. Eventually, I change back into my sundress and laugh at the pained expression on James’s face as he watches me put clothes on.

  There’s a knock at the door, and Becky reappears, seemingly a little disappointed that we’ve behaved ourselves.

  “They were getting restless,” she says, motioning outside.

  “That’s okay. We’re all done,” I reply, patting James’s thigh and standing up. “I think I’ll go with this one.”

  “Good, because they already paid for it,” she slyly informs us.

  “Those two!” I ball my hands into fists, but I’m laughing to myself.

  “They were very insistent,” she clarifies with a grin.

  “My mom is behind this. She’s the hardheaded one.” Some say she and I are very alike in our stubbornness.

  “I shouldn’t rat her out, but she was the instigator,” Becky agrees.

  I sigh with exasperation, but soon I’m laughing at the very idea of my mom and Brenda as an unstoppable force to send us barreling down the path to a perfect wedding.

  “James,” Becky says, stepping over to him, “it was so good to see you. I really mean that. We need to keep in touch. You made high school so much more bearable for me.”

  That’s surprisingly sweet of her to say, and quite revealing. I’d just assumed she had the ideal high school experience because she was pretty and popular, but I guess everybody hates their teen years at some point.

  “We’ll definitely keep in touch, Becky,” he replies warmly. “Here, let me give you my personal Facebook, not the fan page one.”

  Both of them take out their phones and exchange info. Again, I’m feeling a surprising lack of jealousy. She’s not hitting on him, she just likes him as a person and she’s genuinely happy to see him after all these years. This kind of behavior isn’t even rare for him.

  A lot of his past women greet him this way, with true warmth and friendliness. Most of them don’t stare him down like he’s a juicy T-bone; they look at him like he’s a hero, some kind of Robin Hood figure who freed them from the tyranny of high school. My theory is that it’s because he provided them an outlet to feel beautiful and confident. He never spread rumors about the girls he slept with, never talked badly about them or ruined their reputations by labeling them sluts. Aside from bragging to me or Keegan, he was rather discreet about it. Someone like Becky whose tastes fell onto the kinkier side of the spectrum would definitely appreciate his discretion when he could have just as easily spread word around the school that she liked to get freaky.

  He hugs her again and she closes her eyes, looking very content. They all do this, all his ladies. They all have a sort of undying love for him, but not necessarily in a sexual way, more an appreciative way. He’s a good guy and they all know it.

  When he turns back to me, I have a proud smile on my face. He’s mine and he only wants to be mine. I am one lucky girl!

  “Let’s finish up here, and then I wa
nt to show you something,” he says as he kisses the side of my head.

  I nod, and we follow Becky out to where the moms are waiting to get everything drawn up and arrange a fitting schedule.

  “What the heck are you doing here?” my mom says with surprise when she sees James emerge holding my hand.

  “I snuck in, covert style,” he replies with that mischievous grin I love.

  Brenda hugs him and puts her palm to his cheek like she treasures just being able to touch him. More evidence that it practically killed her to be incommunicado with him for all these years.

  “I love the dress she got,” James says to both moms.

  “She looks stunning in it!” my mom gushes.

  “You two are going to be the most beautiful bride and groom anyone has ever seen.” Brenda beams, making James bashfully look down at his feet.

  “Thanks, Mom,” he shyly replies. “Hey, is it cool with you guys if we grab dinner with Keegan tonight? He texted me and said he’d really like to see us, but I didn’t want to bail on dinner with you if you were planning on it.”

  “Of course, sweetheart,” Brenda happily accepts. “How about we all have breakfast tomorrow morning?”

  “Sounds good,” James agrees.

  The moms pile into one car while James takes me out to his brother’s Mercedes and opens the door for me. He gives me a wicked little smile as he turns the ignition.

  I’m not sure where the hell we’re going. Instead of heading downtown, he’s driving up the mountain toward the expensive houses. I’m looking out the window in confusion when I feel James’s hand on my leg. At first, he just rests it there, but soon his palm moves up and his fingers start skimming the sensitive skin on my inner thigh as they make a path between my legs.

  “And what do you think you’re doing?” I ask him when he starts rubbing me over my panties.

  “Touching you,” he says with his sexiest smile.

  “Yes, I noticed.” I laugh and raise an eyebrow at him. “Any particular reason?”

  “I needed to.” His grin gets wider and more mischievous.

  “I see,” I reply with suspicion.

  My heart pumps in my chest when his dexterous fingers slide the fabric of my panties aside and he starts stroking my tender flesh.

  “James,” I breathe. “We’re in the car. You should be concentrating on driving.”

  His voice is husky with desire as he somehow watches both the road and his hand stroking me. “Lola I’m facing the possibility of not being able to have sex with you for several days.”

  I give him a quizzical look. “And?”

  “And I have to. Right now.”

  “Is that so?” My eyebrows shoot up with surprise.

  “Yes,” he replies, licking his lips as his eyes flick back down between my legs.

  His finger slips inside me, and he starts gliding it back and forth, awakening my arousal.

  “I can get you wet so fast, baby,” he says in a ragged breath.

  He keeps his right hand firmly between my thighs and uses his left to turn off onto a dirt road. He follows it down for a long time until we’re facing a tall gate at the back of a mountain mansion.

  “What’s this? Why’d we pull over?” My words are airy, and my voice wavers just a little bit because I can’t concentrate when he’s touching me like this.

  “I need you. When I saw you in that wedding dress, all I could think about was how honored I am that you’re my wife. You don’t know what you do to me, Lo. I look at you, and I love you so much that I just want to touch you and kiss you all the time. I can’t control it. I have to have you right now.”

  Fuck! That sounded unbelievably sexy.

  “James, we’re in somebody’s back yard, for Christ’ sake!”

  “The house is for sale, Lo. Jonathan’s selling it and the people have already moved out. It’s vacant. Nobody is home. Nobody’s gonna catch us.”

  “How do you know? What did you do, ask Jonathan the best places to take your wife for a quickie?”

  He laughs and slides another finger inside me, his eyes locked on his hand, lips parted as he gets progressively aroused.

  “We’re not horny sixteen-year-olds, James. We can’t just go up into the mountains and fuck in the back of a car.”

  “Yes, we absolutely can.”

  He’s stroking me in exactly the right spot with exactly the right amount of pressure, and I feel myself breathing harder.

  “I know you want it too.” His voice so gravelly when he’s this turned on, and it’s like he’s a sexy, hungry predator stalking his prey, that little bit of danger making it even hotter. “I can feel it. I can feel how wet you are, how much your body’s begging for me. You have to admit, you want me inside you just as much as I want to be inside you. You love the way it feels when I’m buried deep in your tight little pussy, and I love the way your muscles squeeze my cock when you come. I want to make you come, Lola. I want to listen to your moans and feel your body shaking when it happens.”

  Oh, this just keeps getting hotter and hotter. My husband deserves a doctorate in dirty talking because that deep, raspy whisper makes every word sound so damn hot!

  “Your nipples are probably hard as rocks right now. Your clit is throbbing. Your pussy’s dripping from how bad you want to feel my cock inside you.”

  “Holy shit,” I whisper to myself.

  “I can fill you up, baby. I can ease that ache. I can make you come. Let me make love to you right now.”

  I close my eyes and nod my head. I’m just going to pray that the house really is vacant, and that nobody comes out of the woods and taps on our window while we’re mid-coitus because, just like him, I crave this all the time.

  “How…uh, how do we do this? Do I climb over you or do we go in the back seat?” I ask through a heavy breath. I’ve never had sex in a car, but vehicular sex was very frequent for James during his teen years.

  “Back seat,” he answers.

  I crawl over the seat and take my panties off while he comes around and opens the back door.

  Before I can get my panties over my right ankle and onto the floor, he grabs my hips and tugs me forward. My legs flail out with the speed of the pull, and he seizes the opportunity, holding my thighs and bringing his mouth down to my sex, half his body still hanging outside the door.

  An instantaneous moan escapes my lips, and he continues devouring me with the kind of passion and intensity that proves how much he was straining to hold back. I’m pretty sure that my “no sex until we’re home” declaration has increased his horniness tenfold.

  I’m not sure if it’s the spontaneity, the thrill of potentially getting caught, or just the bottled up desire I’ve had for him, but I feel overcome by the need to climax. I’m chasing down that orgasm, and my body aches for release.

  My fingers fist into his hair and hold him down as my hips rock uncontrollably. Oh, I need this! I’ve needed it since he walked into that dressing room.

  Suddenly, he launches into a combo move that always gets the job done, plunging two fingers inside me and applying pressure to my G-spot as he sucks my clitoris between his lips.

  “James! Oh, God!” I moan loudly, my head falling back as the lightning bolt of orgasm strikes me and reverberates through me with a thunderous shudder.

  I can feel him moving me, and I open my eyes to see him unzipping his pants. He moves into the car and shuts the door, taking a seat and lifting his hips to slide his jeans down.

  “Come on,” he says, motioning for me to straddle him.

  I don’t want to yet. I want something else.

  I look down at him, the very picture of untamed lust, and I can’t resist. I bend down and slide him into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks to suck harder as my tongue rolls around him.

  “Fuck! Oh…yes, Lo,” he pants as I continue.

  Knowing that I’m giving him such pleasure is a major turn on, and I moan as I continue to work him, taking him as deep into my throat as I can befor
e pulling back up and working just the tip.

  “Lo, baby, I can’t take it,” he breathes. “I need you right now.”

  I sit up and mount him, my shins to the leather upholstery and my knees against the back seat. I line him up and then drop down onto him, taking him completely in one fast motion.

  “Oh,” he exhales, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on my hips.

  So full. Just short of too full. Delightfully full.

  I start to move, and he pants in ragged breaths. My hips fire back and forth, up and down, angling him so that every stroke hits me in just the right spot. The impact of our clapping bodies ripples through me, only serving to amp up the sensation.

  He’s moaning as his hands reach up to cup my breasts. He palms them and squeezes. My nipples cut into my bra and ache for direct contact with his fingertips, his tongue, even just the liberation of the air, so I feel a rush of relief when he tugs the straps of my dress down my shoulders and frees both of my breasts. His fingers pull down the cups of my bra, pushing both breasts toward him like an offering.

  “Mmm!” I moan when he closes his mouth around my left nipple, sucking, nibbling, licking, and teasing it with his tongue. He puts his hand flat on my back and urges me closer, suckling each of my breasts until I’m whimpering with pleasure.

  My hips have gone rogue, and they’re rocking with a speed and intensity I don’t think I’ve ever channeled before. I’m riding him ferociously, taking what I need, racing closer and closer to the edge.

  His brow is furrowed, his eyes are closed tight, and his mouth hangs open as he pants in desperate gasps. He’s too close. He doesn’t want to come first, but he will. I’m riding him too fast for him to hold back.

  His hands grab my ass, and his mouth locks to my right nipple as I kick it up even more, rocking with so much force that my muscles nearly cramp. So close…so close…

  A powerful groan bursts from his lungs as his thighs flex. He pumps up into me three times very rapidly as he comes. I can feel him pulsing deep inside me, and I pull him close against me, his head to my chest as I ride so fast that the friction from my knees is making the leather seat hot to the touch.