I’m supposed to be the best man.
When everything went tits up and Olivia was crying in the powder room, I said to myself I’d step up and help her get this shitshow back on track. Not because I wanted to see her naked, but because I was the best man, and it’s about time that I prove to everyone that I’m not the frat boy waste of space they all believe me to be.
It occurs to me that neither of us have said anything as I stand in front of her. As she stares up at me expectantly, the lust fades out of her eyes, and she crosses her arms.
“Well?”
“Can we go outside?”
“We were just outside.”
“Come on, Olivia, please?”
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side, looking at me in disbelief. She’s mad at me again—and she has every right to be.
“Why would I let you try and proposition me again, Huxley?”
“I’m not going to proposition you. I swear. I’ll stop trying to make moves on you until you want me to.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I just want to talk.”
Olivia chews on her lip for a minute and looks down at her date’s body on the floor. I hear him groan behind me, but I know there’s no way he’s coming back to consciousness any time soon.
I know she’s trying to punish me—and I probably deserve it—but I just wish she’d at least give me one more chance.
Even though I definitely don’t deserve it.
“Follow me,” she says finally and turns around and begins walking away.
I do so obediently, dodging and weaving through the other partygoers who drunkenly dance and throw themselves at each other. Olivia leads me through to the hallway, and she looks briefly at the couple occupying the staircase, lying down across it.
They’re about three minutes away from having drunken, unimpressive, unsatisfying sex.
I raise my eyebrow as I look at Olivia, and she looks equally disgusted by the two of them. With her foot, she nudges the leg of the guy underneath. It wobbles from the movement, but clearly, he did not feel it.
“Excuse me.”
She nudges him again.
“Do you want me to…?” I don’t even finish the offer.
Olivia looks at me with a sharp glare. “I’ve got this.”
So, I stand back and watch her, raising one eyebrow as she climbs the stairs a couple of steps so that her lips are just beside his ear.
I smirk as Olivia takes a moment to compose herself and clear her throat before she announces—loudly—with an eerily accurate frat boy impression, “Dude, your girlfriend just got here!”
Given that she practically shouted it into his ear, I hold back laughter as the guy bolts up the stairs, staring forward into the crowd of people like a rabbit caught in headlights. The girl who was on top of him is thrown to the side, with Olivia narrowly missing being hit in the face.
The couple quickly disperse, the dude darting down the stairs to look for his girlfriend—if she’s even at this party. The girl looks between the two of us, very clearly embarrassed and sheepish.
Olivia smiles sympathetically at the girl, and I look away as she pulls down her dress and slinks back into the party.
We take their seats on the stairs, I sit below her and look up into those green eyes. She’s waiting for me to say something—I did say I wanted to talk, after all—yet my words have momentarily dried up.
But it’s now or never.
If I don’t come clean with Olivia now, then I might lose my chance to see her ever again. I didn’t realize I could ever feel like this for a woman, but today has been full of surprises, and I’m not ready for it to end.
“Olivia, I’m sorry.”
She folds her arms and looks down at me but nods her head. At least I know that I started on the right note.
“I didn’t intend for the wedding to go tits up like it did—I wish I’d been able to give Theo and Emma the day they’ve been planning for, but I couldn’t. It’s not our fault that it all went to shit, but I will admit…once the opportunity presented itself, I did try and use it to my advantage.”
Olivia smirks proudly and sticks her chin up a little bit so that she can literally lord it over me.
“I knew it, I—”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Olivia. Yes, I was trying to organize an elaborate plan to get with you, ’cause you’re hot as shit and sexy as hell, and you’re different from other girls I’ve known. But it’s not like it was just about that, was it?”
I look at her, and she shrugs.
“We’ve had fun tonight—you’ve had fun. When you showed me how stressed you were at the wedding, all I wanted to do was take the weight off your shoulders and be able to take care of you for a little bit. I think I’ve succeeded—I think…I think that we’re good together, don’t you?”
“I don’t know…you’ve been trying to use me.”
“No, I’ve not been trying to use you. I would never do that…but if you’re not sure, then I’m ready to keep trying to prove it to you. Every day for the rest of the summer if I have to—if you’re willing to let me try.”
“How?” She looks away from me, scanning over the party and looking down to where Archibald Sick the Third is still slumped on the floor.
For a second, I think I see the flicker of a smile curling her lips, but I can’t be sure.
“How ever you want me to. We can spend every day looking for Theo and Emma, and if by the end of the summer, you don’t see what I see—if you don’t think that we’re good together, then I’ll leave you alone.”
“What happens if I say no?”
She looks down at me—clearly fighting a smile now. Is she playing with me, or just finding joy in teasing me like this? Either way, my answer is the same.
“Then, I’ll go. I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave because you’re pretending to have a bad time.”
I begin to stand, but then I feel Olivia’s hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back down to sit on the stairs beside her. She smiles at me—no longer trying to fight it—and I swear I hear a chorus of angels singing.
“You don’t have to leave.”
“I don’t?” I raise an eyebrow as she leans over to me, and we kiss.
I lift my hand to hold her face, holding her close against me as she begins to run her hand through my hair.
“You’re right,” Olivia murmurs against my skin, kissing down my neck. “We do make a good team—and after that punch, I’m already so wet.”
“You are?”
Olivia moves my hand from her cheek and onto her breast; I can feel myself growing hard again.
With her free hand, she begins to stroke my cock over my trousers. I groan and look to her. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back, but I know that we can’t stay here.
Olivia
As our bodies crash into one another, we slam hard against the door to the master suite.
Huxley has one arm slipped around my waist, while the other is fidgeting with the doorknob as we kiss passionately, exploring each other’s mouths.
As a gush of air hits my back from the door swinging open, I jut forward, pushing my weight and forcing me harder into Huxley’s chest.
“Don’t you worry, babe. I’ve got you,” he assures me. “And you’re not going anywhere just yet.”
As I look up into his eyes, I see one furled brow and a smirk on his face, and it registers to me just how coy he’s playing right now.
“Oh, yeah? What’s gonna keep me in here?” I playfully respond.
“Oh, plenty, my dear, I assure you,” he says confidently. “I’m going to give you a night you’re never going to be able to forget.”
“You’d better put your money where your mouth is,” I say, staring at his cock, then back at his face.
Huxley’s arm uncurls from my waist, and he places both hands on my hips to force me down against the bed here in the master suite. I land on a plushy mattress
and, as I look up, I’m staring at a beautiful wedding cake-style ceiling.
He climbs over me, positioning his face in my immediate sight. As I stare up at his smug, prideful grin, I can’t help but squint as I pounce on him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down onto me, while simultaneously dragging him down with his bottom lip between my teeth.
He tears himself away to try and regain control in our cute little power exchange.
“You’re a perfect slut, Olivia,” Huxley comments, grinning.
My chest is heavy, and my stomach flutters.
Just as I start to feel a rush, Huxley pulls my body tight against his own. He wraps a hand behind my head and curls his fingers against the base of my skull and forces my face close to his.
He holds me in place for a moment, letting our breaths linger together in front of our faces.
I look up to Huxley’s eyes, and I can trace a sense of approval in them. I smile at him, and he gives in, quickly pushing our lips together and holding our kiss. I close my eyes and melt into his embrace as he demonstrates his passion for me.
We tumble across the bed, our bodies clumsily knocking into various fixtures and décor. I’m more than certain I hear a lamp come crashing to the floor.
But we don’t care. Right now, it’s just us: me, Huxley, and the four walls that surround us.
I thrust up against Huxley as he presses my wrists down against the fluffy mattress and silky comforter.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he asks.
There he goes, being all coy again. I bite my bottom lip, smile at him hungrily, and nod my head.
Before I know it—and I don’t quite know how I get here—I’m on my knees, staring down Huxley’s crotch. His bulge is full, his trousers leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination.
I salivate and stare hungrily at his cock. The cock that belongs in my body in every shape, form, or position—any and all welcomed by me.
Huxley unbuckles and unzips his pants. The anticipation of watching his pants open as the tongue of his zipper part the teeth drives me wild.
He unbuttons his pants and moves his hands to his hips, where he slides his pants and his boxers off his lower body. Fully exposed in front of me, and at full attention, is Huxley’s thick twelve-inch cock.
I pounce at it with my mouth.
“Mmmm. Good little slut,” Huxley moans in approval. “Get it nice and wet.”
I slide his cock into my mouth, licking every inch I can while shoving it against my throat—all while Huxley’s firm hand rests on the back of my head.
I continue to slobber onto his cock, raising my head up and back down over it and basking in the taste of his skin.
The feeling of his cock sliding in and out against my lips has me worked up. I part my legs to stabilize myself, and as I suck his cock, I start humping the air, trying to get any and all friction from my panties to graze against my clit.
“Stand up, Olivia,” Huxley barks. His words echo through me.
I get my feet under me and raise myself up off the bed.
“Arch your back.”
I writhe in pleasure as he pushes his bare cock against my soaking panties. I’m so fucking wet.
I need him. I need him right fucking now.
Huxley’s teasing is too much, but just enough all at once. I can’t get enough of him.
“Fucking get it inside me, now. I want your cock,” I command.
His cock is rock-hard and throbbing and twitches at the sound of my voice. He moves back up to me and whispers in my ear with his warm breath rolling onto my bare neck.
“Are you ready to be my slut?”
I’m so worked up that I don’t even know what to say or do to respond. I can just feel my pussy lips aching and my clit throbbing. I push my ass back against him instead of finding some witty, off-the-cuff response.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he hisses.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I shout. “Fuck me, Huxley. Slide that huge cock in my dripping cunt and make me your slut. I want it more than anything.”
Before I can even finish speaking, my panties are slid to the side, his cock thrusts into my cunt, and a huge ripple of pleasure courses through my body. I moan loud and intensely as he pulls out just a little before sliding himself in further.
He keeps going, thrusting harder and longer until he’s all the way inside of my inviting pussy.
“Fuck, Huxley. You’re so big,” I can’t help but exclaim. “I love your cock inside me!”
“That’s my fucking girl!” he shouts, his words echoing through the room as he plows into me over and over.
My face turns beet red, and I pant as I realize I’m getting close. I can’t help it; his cock is just grinding so hard against my G-spot, it’s inevitable.
My hips gyrate as my cum spills everywhere against him. I’m moaning loud and even grabbing my tits, leaning on them against the side of the bed as he pounds me from behind.
I have no idea what else in the world is happening. I don’t even know what color the walls are or where the rest of Huxley is right now. It’s all a blur.
As I taper from my climax, Huxley only keeps going. I bring my knees up on the bed, letting him get even deeper inside of me and giving myself the leverage to back against his cock as it slams into my pussy.
I hear him groan and pant as we grind against each other. Our bodies are sweaty, and we have so much heat between us that the mirror on the dresser is fogging.
Huxley places his hands on my clavicle. He traces my collarbone with his thumbs, and his fingers travel along my shoulders.
Soon, his hands are running down to my forearms. A chill runs down my spine, and goosebumps present themselves all over my body again, especially where he’s touched me.
I sigh heavily and close my eyes, just enjoying the sensation as he continues to find more ways to make this the best fucking day of my life.
Huxley
I intertwine my fingers with hers and slide her arms above her head, pinning her to the bed beneath me. I kiss her jaw, nipping at her heated and sensitive skin.
“You taste so fucking delicious.” I burrow into her neck. She squirms against me, and I hear a faint chuckle spill from her lips.
I continue, licking a path over her collarbone and down her chest, finding myself nuzzled between her two luscious tits.
“What do I taste like, hmm?” she coos.
I twist my lips in a grin, loving how she challenges me. Even if it’s just a simple question.
“Like the fucking finest wine I’ve ever tasted—crisp, smooth…so velvety.” I linger on the last description, emphasizing it with my tongue as I dip my fingers into her velvety, wet cunt.
“Ahhh…Huxley!” Her hips shoot up impulsively.
I slowly slide my finger in and out of her tight slit, adding another finger just to feel her clench around me.
“Yes…” she moans softly, and her hips sway to my rhythm.
Mapping out her body with my tongue and lips, I land between her legs—my final destination.
I lightly flick my tongue over her swollen clit, and she whimpers. I place feather-light kisses around it, winding her up, hoping she’ll beg for me. She thrashes her body up and around, hungry for more.
Mission accomplished.
“Oh my God, Huxley! Suck me!”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, breathlessly hovering over her clit, wanting her to feel the sharpness of my exhale. I feel her body shudder, and I smirk, beaming with pride over my work.
I peek up at her, and her eyes flutter open and meet my gaze. They sear into me, both in pleasure and in pain—she needs this. She needs me and the release I’m so gladly willing to give her.
And, fuck, I’m beginning to think I need this—well, her—more.
I suck her clit into my mouth, kneading it with my tongue. My fingers continue to stroke her, pressing against her walls and hitting her G-spot.
I reach my hand up to tease her nipples, twisting them between my fing
ers.
“Fuck! Huxley!” she cries out, and it’s like I pressed an on button.
Swiftly, her breathing turns erratic, and her pussy clenches in a rapid pace around my fingers. Her hips buck up, and her body stills as her orgasm crashes through her.
I pull my fingers out and rub her clit with my thumb, prolonging her ecstasy.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Olivia,” I admit—because it’s true. Watching her soar and then fall back to the world around us, like some mystical being has to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. It’s almost magical.
Her head shoots up a moment later. “Fuck me! Now!”
Hah! There’s my slut. Screw mysticism when I have her in real time. But the best part is that she can be both: magically slutty, if you will. She can be everything—my everything.
Without a second thought, I settle myself in between her legs and grab my dick. Coating my head with her juices, I insert the tip gently and then thrust into her.
“Yes!” she screams. Reaching for me, she pulls me down by my shoulders, pinching my skin with her nails.
“Your dick feels so amazing,” she moans, nipping at my ear.
God, this woman is something else. I knew I had to have her the moment I saw her, but I never thought it could be like this. Erotic, wild, crazy, and strangely intimate. In the most sensuous way.
Who knew I could be intimate? I didn’t even know I had the capacity in me, but it looks like she knew, somehow. And it’s fucking fun.
Maybe I could keep having fun for the rest of my life. With Olivia.
As she coils around me, our bodies tangled and mashed together, I come to the realization that I should.
I should fucking marry this woman.
I grind into her harder, her pussy molding around my fullness each time. I fit so perfectly in her…She moves her hips with me, meeting my every thrust.
I kiss her passionately, and our tongues mingle in the taste of her sweet musk.
“Hmm…I do taste good.” A small blissful smile pulls at her lips, and I kiss her again more tenderly. And that’s why I want to marry this woman and spend the rest of my life with her and her magically slutty ways.
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