Wanted (B&S)

by Kimberly Knight

  “I do, too. In fact, I think this should be the first room we christen,” he said, coming up behind and wrapping his arms around me.

  “You do, do you?”

  “Yes, starting with tonight,” he said, nuzzling my neck.

  The slightest touch from Brandon always sent electricity shooting through my body. He lit something deep inside me that I imagined I would never get tired of. A simple kiss made me want to stop whatever I was doing and devour him.

  “Okay,” I said, spinning around in his arms.

  Brandon carried me over to the kitchen island and sat me down on the cold granite. Cupping my face, he inched his tongue in my mouth, exploring it slowly like he had never kissed me before.

  “You make me the happiest man in the world,” Brandon said, pulling his mouth from mine.

  “Are you just trying to get in my pants, Mr. Montgomery?” I said, giving him a playful look.

  “No, because I can get in your pants whenever I want, Ms. Marshall,” he said as he started to unbutton my pants.

  I leaned back on my hands as I watched him unbutton and unzip my jeans while I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I kicked my flip-flops off my feet and lifted my hips off the granite as he slid my jeans and panties down my legs together in one smooth motion until they landed in a heap on the floor. The granite was cool against my bare ass as a shiver ran through me.

  Our new house was on the chilly side. During the day in in late March, the temperature was usually quite pleasant, but the house was cold with it being empty with no heater on. A smile broke on my face as I looked directly into his eyes and heard his zipper unzip. I loved this man more than anything in the world and we had just bought a house together. It was a house in which I wanted to start a family with him—a house in which we could grow old together—a house we would call our own.

  “What?” Brandon asked, looking back into my eyes.

  “Nothing, I’m just happy.”

  “Me too,” he said, kissing my lips softly.

  He retrieved a condom from his stash in his wallet that he replaces on a weekly, if not daily basis. Sliding his jeans over his hips to his knees, he removed the condom from the package and slid it on his growing cock. I spread my legs enough for him to step closer to me and hooked them around his waist.

  I lifted my hips a few inches off the counter to let him slide into my wet center. Once he was in all the way, I laid on my back as he slid back and forth in my core with my legs still wrapped around his hips. My hands clenched the edge of the counter above my head as he leaned down, lifting my shirt up over my breasts, slipping the cup of my bra down to suck on my nipple.

  He flicked my nipple with his tongue, making me hiss with pleasure. Everything he did to my body was like we were made for each other, like we were perfect puzzle pieces moving together, knowing what the other likes, what will send them over the edge and into pure bliss.

  My hands worked in his silky brown hair as my body reached the top of my orgasm, the feelings and sensations building just like a roller coaster slowly rides up the tracks to the top where it will tip over the edge and rocket full force into ecstasy.

  I grabbed Brandon’s head and lifted it off my puckered nipple. Looking directly into his eyes, I panted as I said, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Babe,” he said as he leaned down to lock lips with me, twirling his tongue around in my mouth as he continued to slide inside my core. I moaned in pleasure, feeling each thrust pounding into me.

  He stood up straight and took my left leg, untwining it from around his hip. Raising it higher, he increased his strokes, forcefully pushing into me as my roller coaster reached the top and sent me over the edge as I shuddered around his cock. After four quick strokes, he stiffened and exploded into the condom inside me.

  We lay there unable to move for quite some time. His head rested on my chest as our breathing returned to normal. I ran my fingers through his damp hair before he finally pulled out of me. As he removed the condom, he gave me a questioning look.

  “What?” I asked.

  “We don’t have a trash can in here, yet,” he laughed.

  “We wouldn’t need one if you didn’t insist on always using a condom.”

  I immediately regretted the tone I took with my statement. I didn’t mean for it to be so harsh. We had been dating––hell, we had been living together for months and I had been on the pill for years.

  “You’re right,” he said, tying the condom in a knot and returning it to the package and into his pocket.

  We didn’t speak more about it. I jumped off the counter and slipped on my clothes and then we continued the walk through of our house.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  “Hey, ready for your bachelorette party tonight?” I asked Ryan when she answered her phone.

  “Yes, what are we doing again?”

  “Well, like I said before, the girls and I rented a suite at the Westin. We are going to have dinner catered and just play drinking games and whatever. So I will pick you up about six.”

  Ryan had told me that she didn’t want to go clubbing and this was actually good because Becca and I hired a stripper for her. She had begged and pleaded to not have any penis necklaces, headbands, straws, and whatever else was made in the penis form. Little did she know that she was going to wear them, just not out in public.

  Having a hotel suite was also good because the ladies could drink as much as they wanted without having to worry about getting home safely, and everyone could relax and have a good time instead of someone having to remain sober and be the designated driver. Granted, there weren’t enough beds for everyone, but when you’re drunk, the floor can be your best friend anyway.

  “I really like that idea, Spence. And remember, no penis attire.”

  “You only get married once.”

  “Spencer, I don’t want to wear them.”

  “Everyone else will be wearing them, too. That is what you do at a bachelorette party. You are lucky you won’t be out in public. It could be worse. Plus, I made you a vanilla penis cake, so you are eating cock tonight, too,” I said, laughing, amused at my own statement.

  “I had cock last night,” Ryan said, laughing with me.

  “Ha, well I bet you this one will taste better.”

  “I bet it will, too.”

  After we both laughed for a good minute, I told Ryan that I needed to get ready so that I could pick her up at six o’clock. The bridesmaids were in charge of setting up the room and I needed to go check in since the room was reserved under my name.

  Brandon, Jason, and Max were out mountain bike riding for the day, and later they were having Max’s bachelor party, too. I had a feeling that they were going to a strip club, but Brandon told me otherwise. I wouldn’t care if they did––well whether they did or not, it’s kind of a given. All the boys told us that they were going over to Max’s for the evening to play poker, but maybe they hired a stripper as well to come over later to Max’s.

  I packed up the penis cake and various decorations that I bought and put them in my car. After grabbing my overnight bag, I drove to the Westin and met up with Becca and the girls who were waiting for me in the lobby. I was so excited for this day. My best friend of ten years was finally going to be getting married in a month and we had talked about planning our weddings and bachelorette parties for years.

  I always thought that Ryan would want to go to Vegas and go out clubbing. I’m not sure why she changed her mind, but really it was all working out. I would just have to be the one to bring us all to Vegas for my bachelorette, whenever that would be. I was sure Brandon would propose; I just didn’t know when. We had only started dating eight months ago, but we had discussed getting married several times, especially since we already lived together.

  “Let’s do this,” I said, turning to the girls after receiving the key cards from the front desk clerk.

  We pushed our three bell carts up to the elevators and once everyone made it up to the s
uite, we began unpacking all of the decorations. Veronica found penis balloons, so we each grabbed a handful and began to blow them up.

  “This is the first penis I have blown in a long time,” Kris said, trying to stifle a laugh.

  “Girl, this is the biggest penis I have seen in a long time,” Whitney said, making us laugh even harder.

  Continuing the penis jokes, Tania said, “I haven’t seen this many cocks in a long time.”

  “Oh, when have you seen this many cocks before?” Veronica asked, laughing.

  “On Facebook, when Sarah posted those thirty cock pictures for Amanda’s 30th birthday.”

  “Oh yeah, I remember that. There were lots of cocks in my face that day,” Virginia said between laughing.

  “I must have not been online that day. I don’t remember seeing that,” I said. “I just remember Shrek and since then, I am scared to scroll through the penis pictures.”

  “Shrek?” Becca asked.

  “It’s a picture of a really big penis that scares the shit out of all of us,” Tania said, laughing again.

  “We are a crazy group,” Veronica said.

  “Yeah, but we have good laughs and everyone is there for support, too. It’s like we are sisters or something,” I said just as a balloon popped and scared the shit out of everyone.

  “Sorry,” Whitney said.

  “Blow too hard?” Kris asked, making us all laugh again.

  We continued making penis jokes and finished blowing up all the balloons. The girls stayed and finished decorating when the caterers arrived to start setting up the food for the evening while I left to pick up the Bride-to-be.

  *~*~*

  “Nervous?” I asked Ryan as we rode up the elevator to the suite.

  “No, should I be?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I didn’t do anything,” I said, holding my hands up in defense.

  “Spence, I know you better than that. You really are going to make me wear penis stuff, huh?”

  “Maybe,” I said as the elevator doors dinged and opened.

  “Ah––Spencer!”

  “Come on, everyone will be wearing them and plus we aren’t going out in public like I already told you,” I said, tugging on her arm.

  Tania and Veronica both greeted us at the door with penis attire. Veronica placed a penis headband on Ryan’s head, Tania draped a penis necklace around her neck, and Virginia walked over and handed Ryan a tall vodka cranberry with a penis straw. Everyone had penis necklaces and straws but Ryan was the lucky one to have two penises on her head like alien antennas.

  “I can’t believe you guys are making me wear this shit!” Ryan said.

  “We could have made it worse—maybe had shirts with penises on them or tied a penis balloon around your wrist for the evening,” Becca said.

  Ryan groaned and made her way around the room, greeting everyone. By the time she finished her rounds, she was ready for her second drink and Whitney quickly handed her one as Ryan sucked on her penis straw. I chuckled at the sight and despite all her protests, I knew she was having a good time. After a few drinks, she didn’t care about all the penises floating around and she had even approved Facebook pictures to be posted.

  “What are the boys really doing tonight?” I asked Becca as we peered out the window at the city that was turning dusk.

  “Jason ordered a stripper, too.”

  “I knew it! Brandon told me they weren’t going to have one.”

  “I don’t think Jason told him until today.”

  “Oh…well, what time is our stripper getting here?” I whispered so no one could hear but Becca.

  “Around nine.”

  I took my phone out of my bra and looked at the time; it was a little after seven. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and the drinks were flowing while music played in the background. “Ladies, it’s time to play a game,” I said, stepping away from Becca.

  “Oh, what are we playing?” Ryan asked.

  “Well Ry, each of us brought a piece of lingerie and you need to decide who gave it to you. For each one you get wrong, you have to take a shot.”

  Ryan’s eyes grew wide as she looked around the room at the number of people. There were only about twenty of us and no matter what, I was not letting her drink twenty shots––seven maybe at the most.

  “Did you just take your phone out of your boobs?” Becca asked as she handed me a gift for Ryan.

  “Yeah, I don’t have pockets,” I said, chuckling.

  “Didn’t know bras are holsters for more than just boobs,” she said, laughing with me.

  “Heck yeah, especially when you are at a club and you don’t want to carry it around in your purse.”

  “Good to know.”

  We gathered in the living room area of the suite and one by one, Ryan began to open the lingerie.

  The first one she opened was a simple white lace, baby doll nightie with matching undies. Ryan scanned the faces in front of her, “Um…Whitney.”

  “Yep,” Whitney said.

  Ryan let out a sigh of relief.

  The next three she got right as well. I handed her another gift, which was a teal corset and matching panties.

  “I think these are from…Kris.”

  “Nope,” Kris shook her head.

  “They’re from me,” her friend, Heather, said. I handed Ryan a shot of vodka.

  Overall, Ryan did pretty well. She only had to do four shots, but I think it also helped her nerves when there was a knock at the door and a pizza delivery guy stood there wanting to deliver pizzas.

  “You ordered pizzas, too?” Ryan asked me, shooting me a nervous look.

  “No, I didn’t.” I knew it had to be the stripper Becca hired, but I didn’t know how he would be dressed and I couldn’t see what he looked like since Tania and Veronica were blocking the doorway. Please God, just let him be hot and not like the stripper they hired on Friends for Phoebe’s bachelorette party!

  Becca walked up to the door and started talking to the guy. “Here, put the pizzas down over there and I will get my wallet,” she said, pointing to the breakfast bar.

  The “pizza guy” walked in, set the boxes on the bar, and turned in my direction. Our eyes met and that is when I realized who I was looking at. The “pizza guy” aka stripper was Acyn from work. My eyes widened, mirroring his as a slight smile broke on his face. I stood near the window, unable to move.

  “Who ordered the pizzas?” Ryan asked.

  Acyn walked closer to her. “The order was placed under the name Ryan.”

  “That’s me, but I didn’t order any pizzas,” she said with a slight slur.

  Without Ryan realizing it, Becca placed a chair behind her and pushed on her shoulders for her to sit down. Most of the girls covered their mouths as they tried to not squeal when they realized what was going on.

  “Didn’t you order Italian sausage?” Acyn asked, causing me to choke a little on my vodka cranberry.

  “No…” Ryan said as she looked up and Acyn began to slowly unbutton his shirt. “Oh my God, you’re a stripper!” Ryan yelled as realization hit.

  “Yes, ma’am, I am,” he said in his Southern accent as Becca turned up the music and Acyn ripped opened his shirt, causing every girl but myself to squeal with excitement. His eyes flitted towards me as he slid off his shirt.

  I hadn’t noticed it before because Acyn usually wore long-sleeved dress shirts to work, but his whole left arm was covered in tattoos. He had a giant lion head on the side of his arm surrounded by various other small tattoos. I could only make out a few as he continued to roll his hips in a circle. He had the phrase “you are not your failures” on his arm, 2 Timothy 1:7 on his forearm, a Capricorn on his elbow, a King of hearts followed by a giant eagle splayed across his upper back with its claws directed to a Spartans helmet. I noticed a scroll was tattooed on his right side but again, I was so far away, I couldn’t make anything out clearly but I have to admit
, they were hot and so was his body.

  Acyn turned back around and grabbed Ryan’s right hand, running it down his chiseled eight pack and to his belt. Ryan started to undo his belt as the girls cheered and clapped, egging her on. Acyn straddled her closed legs, continuing to roll his hips as she finished undoing his belt. He turned his head towards me, looking directly into my eyes and smiled at me.

  I couldn’t believe that Acyn was a stripper at night, but he had the body for it. As I watched Ryan help undress him, I couldn’t help noticing that every inch of him was rock hard. What were the odds that he would be the stripper Becca hired? There was no way I was going to let anyone know I knew Acyn, especially after Brandon had gotten jealous of him at the holiday party.

  Ryan finally undid Acyn’s buckle and removed his belt. He walked slowly around the room, stopping at each lady as he teasingly unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them down his hips. I was hoping that he would bypass me, but of course, he didn’t.

  He walked over to me, his jeans around his knees, revealing a black G-string underneath. I had to go along with whatever he did and I was pretty sure he knew that. He grabbed both of my hands and leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Didn’t know I would see you tonight.”

  “I can say the same,” I said breathlessly as he placed my hands on his bare ass.

  “You should play along or they might know you know me.”

  I sighed heavily, grabbing each ass cheek in my hands and gave them a big squeeze as all the girls continued to whoop and holler. Acyn stepped in closer to me, placing his hips up against mine and swayed his hips as if we were dancing. I felt my face flush and body heat rise. I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed because it was Acyn or just because it was a stripper in general.

  Acyn leaned in again and whispered, “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

  I shook my head no, but really I just wanted him to move on to the next girl. Knowing that all eyes were on me and I wouldn’t be acting shy normally, I smacked his ass with my right hand making him laugh and dance away to Becca.

  I watched and clapped with the other girls to blend in as he completely took off his shoes and jeans. He tossed his jeans to Ryan and made his way back to her. I couldn’t watch anymore. Brandon would be pissed if he ever found out about Acyn being the stripper and I didn’t want that to happen.