by Evie Monroe
“You look beautiful, darling.” His lips were cool against my cheek, and I realized my nerves must’ve made me hot.
“Thank you, handsome.” I reached out and brushed his hair away from his face and took a deep breath as our names were called. “Here goes nothing.” We stepped out together hand in hand, and the crowd cheered louder than ever. Johnny took a bow and then stepped away to gesture toward me. I took a bow too, and I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face for anything.
This was the moment I’d waited for my entire life, and while I never expected Johnny to be there with me for it, I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. He took my hand and gripped it, and I pulled him close, and as we kissed, the crowd whistled and cheered. I looked down to see that Chester had Victoria by the arm and was clapping with that bright grin on his face. It was so white and perfect; you could see him in the dim light, making him all but invisible but for his smile. And even though Victoria wasn’t smiling at all, her anger alone, radiated from her, commanding attention.
Johnny and I had already come to an agreement, and we went backstage and forced our partners onto the stage with us. Johnny had the announcer introduce them as the masterminds behind the big event, and Weed and Nate stepped out reluctantly, but waved and bowed for the crowd.
But then Johnny squeezed my hand once more and then went to take the mic from the emcee. He walked back over and joined me and his friends. And then before saying another word, he dropped to one knee.
My heart skipped a beat and tears filled my eyes. There with our friends as a crowd of hundreds as a witness, he looked up into my eyes and pulled out a ring.
“Alice Carrol. I love you, will you marry me?” The camera flashes went wild.
“Yes, Johnny. Yes.” I fell into his arms, and the two of us stayed there a moment as the crowd gave a collective “Awe” and then cheered some more.
We stood and took one last bow before going backstage. Before the press could rush us, Johnny pulled me along to the back, and we went up the back stairwell and into an elevator on the second floor where no one would be expecting us. “What are you doing?” I giggled as he pulled me against him.
“No one is expecting us to be up there. So, we’re making a getaway.”
“But why?” I thought of the party downstairs and knew that people would want to talk to us.
“Because I can’t wait to be inside of you a second more.” He brought his mouth down on mine hard, and as the elevator opened, he took my hand, and we hurried down to our room.
Once the door was open, he pulled me inside and backed me against the wall. The rush was so intense, and his body was so eager against mine, that I warmed in all of the right places as my need grew.
He stepped back and undressed, and I did the same, watching him as he peeled off his jeans and revealed the thick erection that had been crowding his jeans.
I kicked away my clothes, and he took my hand and led me to the bed. He turned my back to it, and I put my arm around him and brought him down with me as I lay back. He nudged himself between my legs, and I spread them wide at his urging. I had to have him too and was so excited for us to have this moment together. On stage had been a rush and while my heart was still pounding from that excitement, having him would make it that much more intense.
He wasted no time burying himself inside me, and I cried out as his thick cock stretched my walls. I pulsed and gripped him as he fucked me in a steady rhythm, his eyes fixed on mine the entire time.
He worked me relentlessly, and I ground against him until my orgasm crashed through me, causing my thighs to shake and my walls to milk his cock.
He grunted and rutted deeper, kissing me hard and then throwing his head back to moan loudly as he came, his warm release soaking my walls.
We lay there together for the perfect moment, and we didn’t have to speak to know what was on the other’s mind. When I looked at him, I not only saw the man I loved but the man I’d spend the rest of my life with.
Bonus Epilogue
Part One: Johnny
I paced the floor of the small church’s back room, as Weed and Nate put the finishing touches on their tuxedos. The two were standing with me and fighting over the small mirror.
“Remind me why we’re in this small ass room.” Weed pushed Nate aside and pulled out his tube of lip gloss.
“What’s with the gloss, I thought you were going traditional?” Nate and I both had been shocked that Weed wanted to stand with me in a tuxedo. I’d be perfectly fine with him wearing whatever he wanted, but he’d have no part of it.
“I am sugar. But I didn’t drop two-grand on these plumped lips not to show them off.” He smeared on his gloss as Nate gave me a withering look.
“I want to see Liss.” I hadn’t been able to see her the entire morning, and because her father wanted her to stay with him, at home, without me, I hadn’t gotten to see her the night before either. She and Sabrina, along with Claudia had gone out for a little fun, and while I knew she wasn’t the type to a party or get too wild, I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d had a good time.
“I’m sure you do,” said Nate. “I wonder how many dollar-bills she shoved into g strings last night.” He gave me a sly smirk.
“I didn’t drop any bills, but you, you’re probably going to have to borrow money to get back home. And you better hope that Gretta doesn’t find out where you put your mouth, or she’ll never kiss it.”
Weed turned and faced Nate, crossing his arms. “You were a little slut. And don’t you both think it’s a little strange that I’m the one who left with the most numbers, considering we were at a strip club?” He laughed wickedly.
Nate narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“He means we were in his kind of place.” I watched as what I said registered on Nate’s face.
“You’re saying those girls weren’t girls?”
“Oh, sure they were. Now. Well, at least some. Those bills weren’t the only things tucking.”
Nate’s cheeks reddened. “You’re lying. Those women were hot. I know a real woman when I see one.”
Weed gave him a wink. “Yeah, we’re just kidding.” The smile on his face wasn’t convincing Nate of anything.
I had known Weed wasn’t going to let me go anywhere near another woman out of loyalty to Liss. Not that I’d want to. The whole strip club idea was Nate’s, to begin with. When I’d called Weed out for his dirty trick, he shrugged and said at least this way I could see all the tits I wanted, and he’d know I’d behave.
Nate’s face was green. “I swear if you guys tell Liss and Gretta I’m going to kill you both.”
“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. So much for you knowing ‘real women.'” Weed licked his lips and gave Nate a wink. He turned and stormed out.
“Maybe you were a little mean.” I straightened my tie and put on my jacket.
“Gretta’s doing him right; he needs to learn to behave himself. Besides, those girls being born men didn’t seem to bother him last night. I saw the humongous arousal he was packing.” Weed was always stuck between us and our women, and though I’d never planned to see so many fake tits in one sitting, we’d had a good time watching Nate go nuts over them.
He had gone a little too far a few times, and we’d had to calm him down, but it was either that or let our buddy be dragged off by a girl twice his size with a gleam in her eye. And there was no telling what would happen after that.
The door opened, and we thought Nate was coming back, but it was Liss’s dad, Daniel. He stuck his head in first and then came inside, shutting the door behind him. “Is everything okay in here? Nate ran into the bathroom saying he was going to kill you both and then he went into the stall and got sick.”
Weed shook his head. “I’ll go check on him. I promise to return with the problem resolved, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to lie to him for the rest of his life.”
“I’ll go along with it.” We didn’t know that it was going to
bother him so much and going along with the lie for his sake was the least we could do for the guy.
“What’s going on?” Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t he like the tranny bar?” My eyes widened.
I should’ve known he’d know. “So that’s why you opted out. Thanks for the head’s up.”
“Serves you right.” He chuckled.
“Liss knows?”
“They all knew, and before you let your imagination run wild, they went to a painting class and were home by ten.”
“That’s my girl.”
“No, that’s my girl. At least for another twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes?” I felt my face drain of blood and thought for sure I was going to pass out. I’d gone onstage in front of hundreds of people, and more of my life had played out in the tabloids compared to most, but this truly made me nervous.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to marry Liss or was having second thoughts, no, but because I would have someone depending on me. I wanted to do right by her and was afraid I could fall short.
“We should get in our places.” Her father walked out into the hall, and I took one final look in the mirror to make sure I was not going to walk down the aisle without my pants or shoes and took a deep, cleansing breath.
As I walked out to the front, I found our family and friends waiting. Claudia and Gretta smiled at me from the front rows, each on opposite sides of the church. Some of the people on my side I hadn’t seen in years, since my father’s funeral, and her side was nearly full of people, many of whom I’d never met. Nate and Weed joined me, both looking as if they’d settled the issue of our night before, and we stood for what seemed like an hour before the song changed and Sabrina made her appearance. I knew my bride wasn’t far behind.
“Who is that?” Nate whispered as Sabrina made her way up the stage and stood across from us.
“Not Gretta,” mumbled Weed.
I cleared my throat as Nate gave her a little wave and then the wedding march played and everyone stood. For a moment, I didn’t think she was going to come, but after the first few notes, she came out from the corner on her father’s arm.
Her face was practically glowing, and her eyes sparkled in the lights.
I’d never seen her look more beautiful, and my own eyes stung with tears as she made her way closer. As she stepped up beside me, I could see that her face was wet with her own.
The rest of the service was like a dream, and I said my vows as rehearsed and was grateful I’d gotten them out without stuttering.
When I slipped her ring on her finger, it was all I could do not to kiss her too soon.
Finally, the time came when I did get to kiss her, and all I could think about was having her with me, the rest of my life.
Everyone cheered and then the minister closed his Bible. “Friends and loved ones, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Johnny Hatter.” Weed and Nate shook my hand, and Sabrina stepped forward to greet Liss.
Liss tucked herself close as we walked down the aisle together as husband and wife. And when she got to the back room, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.
“I can’t wait to get at you,” she whispered against my lips. And didn’t that make my chest fill with pride?
“I think we better get through this reception first.”
“Fine, but later, I’ve got big plans for us.” She nipped at my lip, and I looked at the door to see if it would lock.
Part 2 Liss
Johnny kissed me, and it was all I could do to pull away from him. I’d really considered locking the door to the room and undressing, but I knew my father was waiting. I couldn’t disappoint my family, and I knew that if we stalled, everyone would know what we were doing. Or at least be a little suspicious.
“It won’t be long now, and soon we’ll have a whole two weeks on the island together.” Johnny had been given access to one of his friend’s private island where we’d be alone with no one else but the staff.
“I can’t wait that long.” I was so wound up, and the ache of need between my legs only grew worse as I thought of how long I’d have to wait.
We made our grand entrance and had our first dance, and while we swayed to the music, Johnny whispered all of the naughty things he’d do to me after.
Then it was time for my father and me to have our dance. Daddy swept me into his arms, and I looked up into his eyes which were filled with tears.
“Oh Daddy, you’re going to make me cry.” I wiped my tear with my hand and returned it to his waist.
“I’ve waited your whole life for this moment. Your mother reminded me when you were a baby that I’d one day have this honor. She’d always said she couldn’t wait to see it.” His voice broke a little speaking about my mother. “I know she’s watching over you, Liss. She’s proud of you too. I’m proud of you.” I fell into his chest and hid my face as I cried, but it wasn’t for missing my mom as much as it was for my father.
“You make me proud too, Daddy. You’ve always been a wonderful father, and I’m so happy to see you happy. Claudia is a great woman.” The two had been traveling the country, and Daddy was seeing much of the world for the first time like me.
“You know, maybe we’ll have another wedding soon.” He gave me a bashful grin, his cheeks turning bright red.
“Daddy, that’s wonderful. Have you asked her?”
“Not yet, I didn’t want to until after your big day. But I’m thinking about it when we go to Ireland next month. I was really hoping for your approval.”
“You’ve got it. She’s a great lady.”
“She thinks a lot of you, kid.” He turned me in a circle, and we finished our dance, both grinning ear to ear.
When the song was over, another man stood waiting for his turn as I left the dance floor. “Not so fast, Biscuit, you’ve got one more dance with me.” Weed took my hand and led me back to the dancefloor where we laughed and twirled together while the crowd clapped. As the song ended he pulled me into his arms and gave me a big hug. “Congratulations, Liss. My Johnny couldn’t have found a better woman.” Everyone had been saying the nicest things to me, and I knew I’d treasure my wedding day for that reason as well.
We had our cake, and after dinner, our friends told us goodbye, and by the time we got into the car, we were covered in birdseed.
“Where are we going?” I said, sliding closer to him across the leather seat. I knew our plans had been to get on the plane immediately and head out to the island.
“Do you need a change of plans?” He gave me a sly smile.
“Could we get a room?” I hated to change our plans, but we were both so tired, and I was still wound up from after the ceremony. All I wanted to do was get a room and make love until we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
“I was hoping you’d want to. I didn’t want to ask because I didn’t want you to think I wanted to postpone the honeymoon, but we can fly out in the morning when we’re rested.”
“That sounds so much better. I didn’t want our first time married to be on the plane, and I know we won’t make it to the island.”
“Baby, we’ll be lucky if we make it to the hotel.” He leaned down and brought his lips to mine, his warm tongue slipping softly into my mouth. Then he worked his way up my jawline and to my ear where his nuzzling caused gooseflesh to rise.
We made out like two teenagers on prom night until we got our room, and when he closed the door, he undressed me slowly, unzipping my dress and kissing all the way down beneath it. We weren’t pawing anxiously now; we were taking our time. Slow and sensual.
As my dress fell to my feet, I reached for him, pressing my hand against his cock and then undoing his pants to free it. We didn’t have to speak, our bodies doing all of the talking as we finished undressing. Desire was in our touch, our kiss, in the way we looked at each other.
He led me to the bed, our bodies coming together as he stretched out across me. His hard length pressed into me, coming against my sl
ick mound and grinding. He stroked his cock up and down between my folds as we kissed, and then I reached down between us and centered him at my core.
I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me, pulsing and pumping, but then he met my eyes before going down to kiss my breasts and making his way down my body to my mound.
His tongue licked and teased my mound, and I moaned and bucked my hips as he pressed into me, tonguing my pussy.
His fingers explored my folds and slipped inside me, and he stroked my walls and pushed against my tender spot until I trembled beneath him.
My orgasm came over me, overtaking me so fast that I couldn’t control myself. I writhed beneath him, and as I cried out, he pulled his fingers free and pushed them between my lips. I sucked them as he rose up and centered his cock before pushing into me. He took it slow, each inch spreading me wider as he went deeper. And just when I didn’t think I could take much more he rocked back and forth, fucking my pussy with a steady thrust.
“I love you, Liss. You’re so beautiful.” I looked up at him as he smiled down at me and my heart filled up with so much pride as my husband leaned forward to kiss me.
I shifted against him, urging him to allow me control, and when he relented, we rolled over, and I straddled him, adjusting my knees beside him to gain purchase. I rode him, taking his cock from base to tip with each stroke and soon my rhythm had gotten so fast, the pleasure building with such intensity, that my head rolled back and my toes curled when my release came.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.” He sat up, pulling me up to grind in his lap, kissing my mouth with such fervor that I was left breathless when he pulled away. I went limp against him, and he held me close, still grinding against me.
I was running out of steam, but he picked us up and turned me over, my legs weak from my orgasms, quaking beneath me like that of a newborn fawn. I wondered if I’d collapse before he urged me forward and rose up behind me, holding me up with his one strong arm around my waist.