Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle

by Delilah Wilde

  "You okay?" I sat down across from her and began shoveling food into my mouth.

  "Yea, I'm fine. Jeez that rehearsal took forever. Didn't it?"

  "You'd think we were all a bunch of idiots."

  "I think Marti does think that way."

  We both laughed. I shook my head and chomped down on another spoonful of some sort of salad. "Well, after tomorrow, at least we'll be done with them. Right? Never have to see any of these people again."

  "Easy for you to say."

  "What do you mean?"

  "That's my sister. After tomorrow, she's going to be leaving to go on her honeymoon. And guess who she's going to ask to watch over her house while she's gone? Not to mention holiday gatherings and stuff. I'm never going to be rid of her."

  "Ha! But at least at your own wedding you can torment her the way she's tormenting you."

  Angela shook her head. "No way."

  "No way you aren't going to torment her?"

  "No way I'm never getting married."

  "What? I thought that's what all girls wanted. The perfect big wedding with the perfect dress, and the perfect cake, and the perfect photographs that hide the perfect arguments behind the scenes."

  "Not me. Weddings are awful. I mean, what's the point? So you can have a piece of paper that tells the world you've made a commitment and you want the government to honor that commitment if you die? Wills do the same thing and cost less."

  "You've put a lot of thought into that?" I said, not quite believing her. I've heard women say similar things in the past. They always changed their minds.

  It was as if they thought they could change my mind. Once we were dating for more than a few months, they wanted a commitment of forever and assumed I wanted the same thing. And some of them might have even just been lying from the very beginning. I never was really sure.

  But somehow I thought Angela might have been telling the truth.

  I looked her over. Her long legs shaking tenderly against the chill in the air. She tried her best to cross one knee over the other, but didn't seem to have enough room.

  "Are you going to eat?" I asked, staring at the plate of untouched food next to her.

  She looked down at the plate and shrugged. “I don't think I can.”

  "Why not? Are you sick?"

  "No. I just. It's nothing, never mind."

  I really hated it when girls told me never mind even as their cheeks turned pink. Like they assumed I couldn't understand their complexities just because I think with a penis. "No. Not never mind. Why grab the food if you aren't going to eat it?"

  She glanced around and then stared down at her fingertips. "I can barely breathe in this dress."

  I nodded. And put my plate down.

  "Why don't you change out of it then?"

  "Are you kidding? If I go upstairs right now, Marti will have my head."

  "So you'd rather just pass out from not eating and lack of oxygen?" I took off my suit jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Then I slipped my hands up her waist to that pesky side zipper and started to work it down.

  She took in a deep breath and smiled as I massaged the zipper down. "Oh my God," she groaned. "You have no idea how good that feels. That's better than sex."

  I nearly spit from laughing so hard.

  "But, is it better than the ride home after sex?"

  I should have kept my mouth shut. Why did I say that? She closed her eyes tight and her cheeks flushed immediately.

  "Oh my God," she whined. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God."

  "It's. I'm," I tried. I couldn't make the words come out. Not the right words, anyway.

  She buried her face in her hands and stared at her knees. I grabbed my plate of food and rubbed her shoulder. "I don't know why you're so embarrassed," I said. "That was fucking hot."

  "What?" She sat back up and glared at me. "How was that hot?"

  "I don't know. I mean, I've never heard of anyone doing that before. That's got to be some kind of record or something."

  Her smile seemed to lean to one side and she grabbed her food and relaxed. "I guess. It just sucked because I spent the whole time thinking you were going to crash if I started squeezing you too tight or something."

  "Yea, I can understand that. But you didn't."

  "Only because you pulled over."

  "Mm," I groaned and popped a deviled egg between my lips. I wiped the creamy yolk mixture against the roof of my mouth and closed my eyes as I relived the moment. Reaching between her legs to her throbbing clit and rubbing until she finished.

  "Damn," I whispered. My cock stiffened and tightened my pants. Of all the times, this would happen after I gave away my jacket and had no means of hiding it.

  "What? What's wrong?" She was too focused on her own plate of food to even notice.

  I adjusted my seat and cleared my throat. "Nothing."

  "Hey, you two," Marti's raspy voice bellowed out from the front porch. "Have you seen my useless sister? We're getting ready to do pictures and I can't find her anywhere."

  "Ugh," Angela whined and sank down into her seat. "I forgot about the stupid pictures.

  "So, don't go," I said.

  "Do you know how impossible she's going to be if I don't go?"

  I smiled and shook my head. "She's impossible either way. Is it really possible to be even more impossible than impossible?"

  ***

  I gazed at Tim in shock and confusion. I wasn't even sure if I knew exactly what he said. But I smiled anyway.

  "Angela!" Marti screamed at the top of her lungs.

  I clenched my eyes shut and prayed she couldn't see me. At least Tim's black jacket covered my bare arms, giving the moon nothing to reflect off of.

  "Angela!" she screamed again.

  "I might as well go," I whispered. "She's just going to keep screaming until I go. And if she finds me out here ignoring her, I'll never live it down."

  "Come on," Tim said and grabbed my hand.

  He ducked and crawled out of the other side of the gazebo and led me into the trees.

  "Oh my God. What are you doing?" I laughed. But I followed anyway. It was weird and it made no sense, but somehow running away from under my sister's thumb made me feel exhilarated.

  "Hang on. Just wait here," he said as he pushed me back against a tree. Tim turned to face me. Is eyes darted around the tree to watch my hunter. He held his breath while I drank in his cologne.

  The smile crawled across his face and I knew he felt triumphant.

  I took in a deep breath and released it slowly. The moonlight reflected off the tiny hairs on his neck as they stood at attention.

  "Now what?" I whispered.

  "She turned around and went back, oh, no wait."

  "Wait what? What wait?"

  "For a minute it looked like someone was pointing out here and I thought she was coming back. But she just walked back into the house."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yea." He took in a deep breath and glanced down at me.

  The mist from his breath danced and mingled with mine. I felt like such a tiny girl, smiling incessantly at a childish crush. Even the thought of the lightest touch was igniting my nerves.

  "Hey, how's my car?" I asked, desperately hoping to be able to change the subject.

  He smiled and gazed out toward the garage. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I haven't had a chance to look at it. But Grams said she had it moved to the garage so it wouldn't block up the driveway tomorrow. So I should be able to take a look then."

  "You'd do that for me?"

  "Sure, if you want. I might not be able to do much for you, though. A fucking tree fell on it. I'm guessing it's pretty much totaled."

  "Thanks for that. I feel much better now."

  Tim chuckled and looked back up at the house. "I think she finally gave up on looking for you. Looks like they're all posing for pictures now."

  I turned around and pressed myself against the tree as I leaned
out to see for myself. Sure enough, everyone was lined up inside. Flashes of light flickered as cameras did their jobs to capture the moment.

  A moment I would not be a part of.

  It didn't bother me. I knew Marti was going to be pissed that I wasn't in the picture, but at the same time she didn't really want me in the picture, anyway. She made no secret of the fact that the only reason she even asked me to be a bridesmaid was because our mother said she had to.

  My mom's lame attempt at forcing Marti and me to get along.

  Tim's hot breath warmed the flesh on the back of my neck. I turned my head slightly, just enough to see him looming over me. Staring down at the edge of my shoulder. His hand hovering just above my hair as though he were debating whether or not to move it.

  I took in a deep breath, puffing out my chest and pushing myself away from the tree and closer into his hot body. My movement forced his breath out of his lungs, allowing a small moan to escape along with it. I loved that I could turn him on that easily. My thoughts kept traveling back to when he said that the scene on the motorcycle had been hot. Not inexperienced and childish, as I thought it was. But hot.

  Slowly, I turned back around. Making sure every angle of my body rubbed up against him as I turned. I leaned back against the tree and bit my bottom lip. "You know, we agreed no more. Not once we got back to Grams's house," I whispered.

  "God I know," he whispered. He planted his right hand on my waist, gliding it up my curve while his left hand gripped my shoulder. Slowly, he added pressure to his gliding arm. His hard cock pressed against my belly. Pulsing against me.

  I couldn't stop myself from reacting. I dripped at the thought of how turned on he was. My eyes closed and I took in a deep breath as his hands slipped inside the jacket and worked their way around my waist. My flesh shivered at his warm touch. I lifted one foot, planting it back against the trunk of the tree and resting my knee against his outer leg.

  "Technically, we aren't at Grams's house anymore," he whispered. His breath drew closer. His lips brushed against mine.

  I quivered, fighting the urge to reach out to those lips with my tongue and draw him in even closer.

  His hands gripped my waist. My skin tingled as he stretched his fingers across.

  "Really?" I asked. I wasn't sure why I asked. That question sounded ridiculous. I knew what he was doing. It was obvious he was trying to get me to ask him to take me again. Trying to get me to beg. Again.

  No way I was going to fall into that again. Not the same way I walked into it the last time.

  His hand wrapped around me tighter. That hard cock of his pressed up against my belly as he pinned me between the tree and his body. How I wanted to wrap my hand around his shaft. To free it from his jeans and pump him into me.

  Tim's hand slid up my dress and rested against my breast. My nipple hardened in his hand. I wondered how much longer we would stand there. Pinned to a tree pressing our foreheads together. Our hot breath mingling between our lips.

  The only question that remained was who would make the first move.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Angela's hair smelled of a blend of sweat and flowery shampoo. I hated it. Yet I couldn't get enough of it. Every ounce of my being wanted to drink her in. To taste her. To let her taste me. I wanted to watch her writhe.

  She bit her lip. Her breasts heaved with every hot breath. My thumb grazed over her nipple, making it harden in my hand and stick through the dress. Finally, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. I plunged my tongue between her lips and sought out her hot tongue. And they danced. Oh, God, did they dance.

  I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath until she pulled away from me. Her eyes darted between mine. Lit ablaze under the moonlight.

  "Wait," she said. "Is this really a good idea?"

  "Are you kidding? This is a horrible idea. Dozens of people just inside the house. Any one of them could come out here and catch us at any minute. Not to mention, we have both told each other no more of this."

  "Yea, but, maybe we just need one round just for closure. You know? I mean, that last one was so broken, it was hard to even tell whether that counted as one or two. Maybe we just need one more--."

  I didn't let her finish her sentence. I didn't need to let her finish it. The cracks in her voice told me everything I needed to know. And the tongue in her mouth told me I wasn't wrong.

  I found the open zipper of her dress and slipped my hand through. The chill in the air made her skin cold to the touch. Mist dropped from the sky as I reached into her dress and grabbed her breast. Her moans vibrated against my tongue. In seconds, I had her hoisted up against the tree and her legs wrapped around me. I leaned in closer, letting my shaft press up against her core as she rocked.

  My hands gripped and squeezed her thighs. Gliding up to feel her juices as she dripped into her panties. The folds of her pussy were so warm. Much warmer than the rest of her skin. I wanted to wrap myself in there. To feel my manhood plunge into her warmth with all my might.

  I wanted her to cum around my cock so hard she cried.

  Her panties slid over easily, granting me even better access to her hot pussy. I coated my fingers in her juices as I plunged them in and out of her. Again. And again. Her thighs clutched tight around my waist as I worked on dropping my pants.

  She threw her head back as I sank my shaft deep into her.

  "Shhh," I whispered as her moans grew louder.

  She stifled her moans by biting her lip. Her hips thrust against me. Inviting me in deeper. Harder.

  I pounded into her leaning up against the tree.

  "Oh my God," someone said from somewhere in the trees.

  I stopped moving, staring Angela in the eyes. My throbbing cock buried deep in her pussy. Forced to stop moving.

  She scowled and her hips continued to rock. Her eyes glazed over and I thought for a moment that she really might begin to cry.

  "Marti," a man said. "Are you sure this is okay?"

  His question was answered with more moans.

  I glanced around a few seconds to see if I could find the source. To tell how far away they were. I couldn't see anything. Just more trees. Their moans started echoing around us. I turned my attention back to Angela. Her breathing was sharp and deep. Her lips quivered.

  I pulled my cock out slowly and pushed it deep inside her. Making sure to fill every inch of her. The other couple moaning from elsewhere in the trees drowned out any noise Angela made. But I didn't want to take a chance. I cupped my hand over her mouth as she moaned.

  All the moaning set my nerves on fire. My cock stood harder than ever before. Working in and out of her pussy.

  "Suck my cock, slut," the man whispered from the trees. The slurping noises that followed hinted that they were met in agreement.

  I was suddenly aware of just how close I was. I held my breath and stopped moving again. I stared at Angela. She was close. I know she was. Despite our loud invaders, her pussy was begging for release. Her muscles flexed around me.

  "Fuck, I don't have a condom," I whispered.

  She clenched her eyes shut and buried her face into my shoulders. "Fuck," she whispered. After several deep breaths she pulled me out of her and lowered herself to the ground before dropping to her knees. Before I could say anything, she twirled her tongue around the length of my shaft.

  I leaned forward against the tree, nearly losing my balance. She wrapped her lips around he tip of my cock and sucked. I lost my thrust and nearly lost control over my moans. I glanced down. Her panties were still set askew and her hips rocked against the cool air.

  "Fuck I'm about to cum. Milk me, Marti. Milk me and swallow it all."

  I couldn't do it. That man's narration threw me. I reached down and grabbed Angela's shoulder, spinning her around so she was on her knees in front of me and I knelt down behind her. I swept my fingers from her hot pussy back to her ass. Releasing her gasp as I pressed my finger into her.

  Her hips rocked as I swirled
my fingers back and forth from her pussy to her ass. A few seconds later, she grabbed my cock and pressed the tip against her bottom. Her firm ass tightened up against me. I smeared more of her juices around me and pressed in further.

  She backed into me, taking me all in. I glanced down. The sight of her perfect ass wrapped around my cock made me hold my breath. Her juices glistened along the flesh of my shaft as I pulled out. I pressed in again. Deep and slow.

  I reached around and clapped my hand over her clit as my rhythm grew faster. She continued to thrust against me, grinding her pussy against my hand and shoving my cock into her ass. It didn't take long before she quaked in front of me. Her ass clamped down on my shaft and I couldn't hold back. My cum squirted deep inside as her pussy flooded.

  Thankfully, Marti and her mystery fuck reached climax right around the same time. They screamed and moaned so loud I knew there was no way they could hear our whispered moans.

  Angela lay in front of me, her elbows too weak to hold her up. I slipped out of her and rubbed her back as she caught her breath. She whipped her hair back over her shoulders and sat up. She adjusted her panties and straightened out her dress.

  "We have to get back inside," she whispered.

  "You go first," I nodded. "I'll go in a bit later."

  Angela nodded and took a deep breath. "Maybe our rules are just too strict," she said. "Maybe instead of trying to tell ourselves no more while we're in the middle of everything we should be saying no more after this weekend? Once we part ways, that's it?"

  I smiled and pulled up my pants. "Go," I said. "Before your sister catches you. You're already going to be in trouble for missing the photos."

  Marti's groaning in the trees got louder. It started to resemble hissing more than groaning.

  Angela nodded and trotted out of the trees. She stopped at the gazebo and straightened herself out some more before sneaking the rest of the way into the house.

  "Wait," I heard Marti whisper to her lover. "Someone's out there."

  I held my breath and stood still.

  "You're crazy, Marti," he answered. "I don't hear anything."

  "No, I swear I heard two people talking."

  More silence. They were trying to find me just as I had been trying to find them earlier.