“Don’t stop, Dylan.” Reese’s voice sends a chill up my spine and goose bumps along my exposed skin. His hips move against my back as he pulls me against him, his hands slipping around my stomach. Juls’ eyes widen and she goes to reach for me when Ian appears by her side and grabs her hand, spinning her into him and dipping her for a kiss. I close my eyes and feel his hands move up my rib cage, his thumbs brushing along the bottom of my breasts as I rub my ass against his lap. I haven’t danced like this with a guy in years, in fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed it this much before. My pulse is hammering in my throat and I can feel my face heat up from the contact. We’re moving together in perfect rhythm as I reach up and around his neck, feeling his breath on my bare shoulder. His hands spin me and my chest presses against his.
“This dress is killing me,” he says, brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. We continue to move against each other, his impressive erection digging into my stomach and my hands gripping tightly around his neck while he holds on to my hips. Our lips are so close; open as our ragged breathing brushes each other’s face, sharing the same air. If either of us were to move in slightly, we would be kissing.
“Were you watching me?”
“Depends. Were you dancing just for me?” I lick my lips and nod, his eyes widening before he drops his hands from my waist and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the dance floor. Holy shit. This is it. I’m actually going to have slutty wedding sex with the hottest guy on the planet. I inwardly high-five myself as we move quickly between the guests.
I follow closely behind him, my heels preventing the faster walking that I would have preferred as we move down the staircase and down the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and my nervous energy has kicked in, causing me to practically bounce on my feet. He pushes the men’s room door open and drops my hand.
“Wait here.” Disappearing behind the door, I stand outside the men’s room and pray to God that no one was in there. I’m so wound up right now, I can’t imagine what would happen if we didn’t follow through with this. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.
I lick my dry lips as he opens the door and smiles. “You don’t mind a bit of an audience do you?”
My eyes widen and I swallow loudly, seeing a small smirk form on his lips. “I hope you’re joking.” I’m not having sex in front of people. No fucking way.
“I am. Come on.” He grabs my hand but I stay firmly planted in the doorway.
“You don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Because if we’re about to do what I think we’re about to do, it’s not happening if you have one.”
He raises his eyebrows at me, seemingly unprepared for that justified question. “No, no girlfriend. I haven’t had one of those since college.” He tugs me against his chest. “Any more questions before I ravage you?”
I shake my head slowly with a flirtatious smile.
“Good.” He pulls me into the bathroom and locks the door behind us before he pushes me up against it. His hands grab my face as his lips softly brush against mine, tasting and teasing me. My bottom lip is pulled into his mouth and I moan, granting him full access as I part my lips and his tongue sweeps inside.
“Fuck, Dylan.” He moves his tongue against mine, biting and licking my lips. Holy hell this guy can kiss. His mouth expertly explores mine for what seems like hours and I slowly feel a pull building in my core. This kiss actually makes me feel bad for all of the other kisses I may get from guys in the future. The bar is being set ridiculously high here, certainly unattainable by the majority of the male race. My hands rake through his hair, holding his head to mine as my body responds to his touch with moans and whimpers. There’s no controlling myself here, I’m completely abandoning all my reservations and giving into everything I’m feeling. I’m suddenly picked up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me over to the vanity, our mouths still working each other’s. He tastes like spearmint and liquor as I lick him off my lips while his mouth moves down my neck.
“You taste so sweet. I bet every part of you tastes like this.” I groan at his words as his lips brush against the swells of my breasts that are poking out from my dress, my hands tangling in his mess of hair. His lips move along each collarbone and over each shoulder, tasting and nibbling every inch of exposed skin.
“Reese.”
His hands hike up my dress and trail up the insides of my thighs. His fingers slide along the length of my panties and his eyes meet mine. They’re the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, no other color mixed in. It’s almost hypnotizing staring into them. Deep pools of emerald. My panties are quickly slid down my legs, my eyes widening as he tucks them into his pants pocket. Shit, that’s hot. My fingers work frantically at his suit jacket, prompting him to slip it off and place it next to us. I’m practically clawing at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons with my shaky hands. I need to see him bare in front of me. I want to see his muscles contract as he moves inside of me and by the way his shirt stretches across his chest, I know without a doubt that he’ll be unbelievable to look at.
“This has to be quick, love. I don’t think we have time to get completely naked before someone tries to come in here.” He presses his forehead against mine and I growl as he brings his mouth back to mine. Two fingers slip inside of me and I cry out.
“Oh God.”
“You’re so wet and really fucking tight.” His lips move along my jaw. I’m panting against him, arching into his touch. “Does that feel good, love?”
“Yes. Please, I need you,” I beg as his free hand pulls a condom out of his back pocket.
He hands it to me. “Hurry.”
I hold the wrapper with my teeth and my frantic fingers work his button and zipper, my legs helping to slide his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. My eyes widen at his length and I groan loudly as he works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit. “Am I distracting you?” His lips move against my neck and I can only nod and moan my response. I swallow against his mouth and feel them curl up on my skin. I’m getting close already but I want him in me, I need him in me. Going without sex for a year has been worth it if it leads to it happening with Reese.
Regaining my focus, I rip the wrapper with my teeth and slide the condom down his length while he stills in my hand, his heavy breathing mixed with mine filling the room. I stare fascinated by how much it has to stretch to form around him and trail my fingers underneath, hearing him inhale sharply. He’s long and heavy, my fingertips barely touching as I grip him. The man is gifted. Crazy gifted. Will he even fit in me? My mind scrambles at the thought. Well wouldn’t that be a nice fuck you from karma. Here, Dylan, feast your eyes on this magnificent penis that you can’t even handle.
Pulling out his fingers, he wipes a line of my arousal on the top of my breasts and immediately licks if off as I lift into him. “You taste fucking amazing.” He leans back and locks eyes with me, licking his lips. “I need to be in you. I can’t wait anymore.” His hands wrap my thighs around his waist as he enters me in one deep push, a loud groan escaping both our mouths.
“Reese!” His thrusts are deep and quick as I hold onto his neck with one hand and the edge of the vanity with the other, my knuckles stark white. Our eyes are on each other’s as he slows his movements, guiding his length almost completely out of me before he rams it back in.
“Dylan, holy shit.” He continues the slow torture as a bead of sweat drips from his hairline down to his jaw. Darting his tongue out, he licks his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth, biting on it as I stare mesmerized.
Rocking my hips into his thrusts, I feel him deeper than I had ever felt anything in my life. His green eyes are burning into mine, full of intensity and desire. His words to me echo in my ears as he tries to control our quickly climbing orgasms. “So good. So fucking good, Dylan. Let me hear you. Scream for me.” No guy has ever talked to me during sex and it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever he
ard. His fingers dig into my hips and I think he might bruise me, but at the moment, I don’t care. The slight pain he’s inflicting on me is actually fueling my need for him.
“I’m close. Come with me,” I grunt, seeing his eyes light up. Sliding his hand between us and under my dress, his thumb presses against my clit and begins to move, bringing my climax to the surface. My nails dig into his neck as I throw my head back and erupt. “Reese. OhGod.”
His free hand grips my neck and pulls me into his thrusts that are now so powerful I think I might split in two. “Fuck!” he cries out. I reach up and pull his hair as he comes, his eyes never leaving mine and my name escaping his lips at his release. I thought that most guys closed their eyes when they climaxed, but not this one. And something about him watching me, letting me see him completely unravel makes this even hotter somehow. He stills inside me and pulls my face towards him, bringing our lips together. His kisses are soft and sweet, going from one corner of my mouth to the other. My lips are swollen and chapped and I couldn’t care in the least. I’d kiss this guy until my lips actually fell off.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks, my eyes flickering open and searching his face. Amazing. Mind blowing. Beyond anything I could have imagined. I want to say these things but don’t, not really understanding why he would ask me that question or what the hell he means by it.
He shuts his eyes and pulls out of me, tossing the used condom before he pulls his pants up and tucks himself back in. Turning his body towards me, he picks up his suit jacket and slips it across his broad shoulders, his face completely impassive. Ah. The awkward aftermath of sex with a stranger. I avoid his eyes as I hop down and turn to fix my dress in the mirror, realizing that he still has my panties in his pocket. Fuck, is he going to give them back? Or does he expect me to ask him for them? I meet his eyes briefly in the mirror, breaking the contact almost immediately at the sight of his tight jaw and creased brow. Fuck that. I’m not asking him anything.
The door rattles. “Shit.” His voice is clipped and irritated as he glances at me before turning towards the door. “I’m really sorry,” he says as his fingers slide the lock back and he opens it, allowing two men to enter as I stand at the sink.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
I shake my head and push past them, my shoulder brushing against Reese as I walk down the hallway and quickly up the stairs, leaving him in the restroom. Jesus Christ what was his problem? What the fuck was he sorry for? He came didn’t he? I’m fuming, my hands clenched tightly at my side as I storm through the crowd. I make my way to my table where my two friends sit, picking at the food on their plates. Their eyes both lock onto my face and Joey grins wide while Juls studies me questionably.
“I need to get out of here,” I say, grabbing my clutch that I had left on the table and trying my best to avoid their stares.
“And where the hell have you been?” Joey asks, pushing his plate away as Juls stands up and walks over towards me. “Please tell me you just got thoroughly fucked.”
“Yes, Dylan, where were you? You missed the cake cutting.” God damn it. That’s the only thing I really wanted to see.
“Don’t ask.” I glance to my right and spot Reese as he walks towards his table, his eyes meeting mine briefly before flicking away. He looks thoroughly fucked as well, his hair a sexy disheveled mess.
“Oh Christ. Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did with him?” I bend down and kiss Joey quickly on the cheek, ignoring Juls questioning.
“Are you coming with me?” I ask.
“Nah, I’m going to spend some more alone time with Billy.” He pulls me closer to him. “I want every fucking detail tomorrow.” I roll my eyes at him before I turn and walk out of the reception area with Juls.
I make it down the stairs and to the front door before she stops me and demands answers. “Well?”
“Well what? I forgot your question.” I didn’t.
She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. “Did you fuck Reese? Dylan, please tell me you didn’t.”
“Technically, he fucked me and thoroughly freaked out afterwards. Can I go now please?”
Her mouth drops open. “Fucking motherfucker. Dylan he’s married.”
I have to grip the wall to prevent myself from falling over. “What? But he said he didn’t have a girlfriend.” My mouth drops open. “Oh, that asshole. I bet her thought he was really clever, telling me he hasn’t had a girlfriend since college. I suppose a wife isn’t technically a girlfriend.” The tight sensation in my gut from my previous orgasm is now instantly replaced with nausea and an intense urge to punch Reese in the nuts. “How do you know he’s married?”
Juls runs her hands down her face. “Ian told me he was married when I met all of them briefly for drinks last week. Wow. What a scumbag.” Indeed. Scumbag doesn’t even come close to describe him at the moment. I’m thinking douche-bag, tool, asshole, fucking prick.
Pinching the top of my nose with my thumb and pointer finger, I quickly replay the hottest sex I’ve ever had over in my head. I drop my hand and clench my fist. I could kill him. “And no fucking wonder he couldn’t get away from me quick enough afterwards. How the hell was I supposed to know he was married? He wasn’t wearing a ring.”
“Dylan?” We both turn our attention to Justin who is standing at the bottom of the steps, eye wide and full of shock as he looks at me. Well this night just keeps getting better.
I snap my eyes back to my best friend, ignoring the cheating loser on the stairs. “I’m leaving before I get arrested for homicide. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say to Juls and Juls alone.
I open the door and walk out to the valet attendants, reminding them that I am the owner of the delivery van as they laugh amongst themselves. I’m fuming and so not in the mood for this shit. “You’re working a fucking wedding so I know you’re not riding around in Lexus’. Just go get my fucking van,” I snap at them and they immediately shut up. One scurries away quickly towards the parking lot.
“Dylan, can I talk to you?” Justin’s voice comes from behind me.
“No. Congratulations Justin. The ceremony was lovely.” I feel his hand on my shoulder and I turn quickly, stepping out of his grasp.
“Don’t touch me. Shouldn’t you be upstairs with your wife?”
He snickers and steps closer, his gray eyes full of mischief. “Well if I heard correctly, aren’t married men your thing now?” Oh no, he did not just say that. My hand comes hard and fast, slapping him across his face as he stumbles back, wide-eyed and smiling.
“Fuck you,” I spat, seeing Sam pull up to the curb and walking quickly to the driver’s side. I can’t pull away fast enough; tires spinning as I quickly make my way down the long driveway and away from my complete fuck up of a night. I should have never come to this stupid thing. Hooking up with a married man at the wedding of my ex-boyfriend. Jesus Karma. You are one hateful bitch.
Three
Sunday was a complete blur. I spent the entire day in bed unless I had to use the bathroom or get something from the kitchen. After several missed calls and texts from Joey, I finally turned my phone off and kept it that way the rest of the day. Juls probably made him aware of Reese being married, but whereas she was into lecturing me about the topic, Joey would high-five me, insisting I tell him every juicy detail about the hook up. And I wasn’t in the mood for either. I didn’t want to think about the best orgasm I’d ever had. I didn’t want to think about the way his lips felt against mine, against my skin, the taste of his mouth, his smell, the way his face looked when he came, the sound of my name on his lips, the way he looked at me as he fucked me against the sink, or how ridiculously huge he was. Because he was married. He was fucking married and a complete tool for hooking up with me behind his wife’s back. I can’t even have a one night stand without it blowing up in my face. And then there was my jerk off of an ex-boyfriend. Following me outside and putting his hands on me like that when he should have been glu
ed to his new wife’s side. Talk about a scumbag. Of course, he did get cheated on at his own wedding which could not delight me more. That bastard got everything he deserved and whatever else is coming to him. I hope he doesn’t find out about his wife’s indiscretions for a while and thinks he’s in a loving marriage when in reality she is out fucking anything that moves.
**
My alarm annoyingly wakes me at 5:00a.m. on Monday as usual. I like to get a run in every morning before I open up the shop, mainly because of the large amount of sugar consumption that happens regularly between Joey and me during work hours. Dressing in my running gear, I grab my phone and keys off my nightstand and go downstairs into the large kitchen. I live in a small loft above the bakery and have since I opened the place three years ago. It’s practical for me living at my job since some days I’m required to get up in the middle of the night to work on something for a client. My loft consists of one large room that I separated into two with a decorative screen, giving my bedroom area some privacy from the living room and kitchen. It is small, quaint, and cheap. Renting the room above the bakery only costs me $850 a month which is relatively inexpensive for the downtown Chicago area. Below the loft, the stairs dump out into the large kitchen/work space that I spend the majority of my time in, with a doorway that leads out to the main bakery. I make my way through that doorway and smile at Joey’s face that is pressing against the glass, peering inside. He never misses a run. I step outside and lock up behind me, seeing his angry expression glaring at me as I spin to greet him.
“Well, thank God you aren’t dead. What the fuck? I called you a million times yesterday.” He stretches his back by twisting from left to right. “I believe I told you that I wanted details.”
I bend down and reach for my toes and he does the same. “I’m sorry. I needed to mentally check out yesterday. The wedding was a bit much.” Understatement of the century. Stretching my hamstrings, I stand up and press my hand against the window of the bakery to steady myself.
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