by Rayman Black
I tried not to groan aloud. My cock strained against my zipper. “I think you’re a brilliant woman,” I said, and she laughed.
“That’s true,” she agreed. “I am amazing.”
Taking my hand, Katie started pushing her way through the crowd, heading for the doors to the casino. I kept pace with her, tracing small circles on her hand with my thumb. I saw her shiver and my heart pounded. I could still taste her on my tongue, that intoxicating mix of sweet and sharp. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to taste her again. I pulled her aside and drew her close, capturing her mouth. She fisted her hand into my shirt, pressing herself against me without hesitation.
I pulled away and pointed to a quieter corner, near the card tables. “We might have some luck over there,” I said. A hallway to the left had a discreet sign for bathrooms on the wall.
We broke apart and strolled casually through the room. No one seemed to notice us slip quietly down the hall, barely touching each other as we walked. At the end of the hall was a unisex bathroom. I thanked our lucky stars when I saw that the door had a lock.
Katie turned to me the instant the door clicked shut behind us. “We don’t have long,” she said, twining her arms around my neck. Her breasts, high and firm, pressed against my chest.
“We’ll have to make the most of it,” I said. I lowered my mouth to hers and slid my hands down to cup her ass. Fire licked through me, every nerve ending pulsing. My cock pressed against her stomach, hard and quivering. I pulled her dress up, inch by frothy inch, until my fingers slipped against silk.
Katie gasped and pressed herself closer to me. I spun around, pushing her up against the door. I slid my thigh between her knees, parting her legs as I pressed it against her core. I could feel her damp heat through my jeans. She rubbed herself against me, her fingers reaching between us to stroke the outline of my cock. My knees nearly buckled at the sensation. I kissed down her throat, pushing the straps of her dress down her arms. Her breasts spilled from her silky bra, her skin creamy pale against the black. I leaned down, sucking her nipple through the fabric as I pushed her skirt up her thighs.
Katie laid her head back against the door, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I slipped my hand beneath her panties, exploring her soft folds with my fingers. She felt so fucking good, soft and warm. Her hands were busy unbuttoning my jeans, but then she froze, letting out a shocked moan as I delved a finger into her wet heat.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, moving against my finger. I slipped another inside her, stroking slowly as I finished what she had started, unzipping my jeans and pulling myself free. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked myself in rhythm to my fingers stroking inside her.
It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. I slipped free of her body and nudged her panties down. She wiggled out of them and leaned back against the door, spreading her thighs for me. I kissed her, reaching between us to stroke her wet folds with my cock. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around me, bringing the head of my cock right to her center. I pushed in slowly, pausing to rub the thick head on the sensitive place right at her opening. Katie gasped, clutching my shoulders.
I looked down at her, head thrown back and eyes closed, her dress pushed around her waist and her leg crooked around me. I could see where I disappeared inside her. She trembled under my hands as I sank deeper, lifting her hips to meet me.
Her body clenched around me, her muscles milking my cock as I pulled out and thrust into her again. She moaned low in her throat again, and I laid my mouth right where her pulse thrummed madly so I could feel her pleasure under my lips. I cupped her breast in one hand, her perfect ass in the other, and thrust deeper, harder, faster. God, this woman was amazing. Her sounds grew louder, her body hotter, her muscles squeezing around me as I fucked her against the door. I slipped both hands around her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs tight around me, her hips pistoning as I pounded into her.
“Chris,” she cried hoarsely, and I felt her body start to convulse around me as her orgasm swamped her. Her cries spurred me on and I thrust inside her again and again and again, until the fire broke through my blood and raged through me. I sank deep, pulsing in rhythm with her.
I dropped my forehead to hers, listening to our gasping breath. My heart pounded in my chest.
“Wow,” Katie said unsteadily. She grinned and leaned up to kiss me. “Jesus, that definitely made me happy. It turned out to be good advice, after all.”
“Hmm?” I asked, only catching half of what she said. The words made no sense to me. I felt boneless and invigorated at the same time. I didn’t think I could move.
“Nothing,” she said. She pushed me lightly. “We should get back before anyone misses us,” she said. We cleaned ourselves up as best we could. I couldn’t stop smiling, which made her smile, too.
We looked at each other furtively as we unlocked the door and I held my breath, pulling it open. No one waited on the other side. The hallway was empty. I thanked whatever was looking out for us that our magic moment hadn’t been ruined by an awkward confrontation.
As it was, I could hardly believe what had just happened. I glanced at Katie, walking by my side, and grinned. “Did we just have sex in the bathroom?” I asked her, squeezing her hand.
She grinned and squeezed back. “Yep. You can take that off your bucket list.”
I laughed and we teased each other as we walked back into the lounge and headed for the bar. “You want another drink?” I asked.
She nodded. “Damn straight. Hey, you know what would be fun? Do a tequila shot with me.”
The crowd around the bar had dispersed for the moment, so we got right up to it. “Two shots of tequila, please,” I told the bartender. I gave one to Katie. “You ready?”
In answer, she licked her wrist and sprinkled on some salt, her eyes on me. I felt myself stiffen again as she flicked her pink tongue over her skin. She downed her shot and squeezed the lime between her teeth. Then she leaned close and kissed me hard.
“You’re turn,” she said. “And then maybe you can show me your room.”
I took her hand and pulled her wrist to my mouth. Keeping my eyes on hers, I slowly licked the delicate skin and shook salt onto it. I licked off the salt as her eyes darkened with lust. I shot back the tequila and swallowed the sour juice of the lime. Was it the alcohol going straight to my head, or was it her?
“One more,” I said, slipping an arm around her and pulling her close. “Then I’ll show you what I’ve been dreaming about since I saw you at the engagement party.”
Her eyes widened. She signalled the bartender and pressed her hips against me. “That’s a very long time to be dreaming,” she said. “You must have it pretty polished by now, whatever it is.” She kissed me again, soft this time, almost teasing. “I can’t wait to find out,” she whispered.
We slammed our glasses down and looked at each other with heat on our eyes at the same time our friends found us. I blinked at them in surprise. How long had they been here? It seemed like a really long time since I had seen them.
“We don’t mean to interrupt your public foreplay,” Kevin said, his arm around Sabrina. She was pink-cheeked and giggling, clearly tipsy. “But we have an announcement to make.”
Katie stepped back and I missed her warmth immediately. I noticed she kept one hand on my arm for balance. “What’s up?” she asked, looking from one to the other and already smiling. “You look too happy for bad news.”
“Kevin and I decided we don’t want to wait until the wedding to get married,” Sabrina said. She thought about her words and giggled. “Yeah, that’s basically right. So we’re getting married now. Wanna come?”
I blinked at them. “Wait, what? You’re getting married now?” I glanced around the room. “Here?”
“Not here,” Kevin said, laughing. “We’re gonna go to a chapel. There’s got to be one close by.”
I looked at Katie. “Well holy shit,” I said. “Can you believe it? It looks like we came out
here for a wedding. Wanna be my date?”
Katie grinned and looped her arm through mine. “I’d be honored.” she said.
As the group turned toward the door, she lifted onto her toes and whispered, “We’ll make it to your room later.”
5
Katie
I woke slowly, knowing already that I didn’t really want to. Shit. I knew an impending hangover when I felt one, and the pounding was already beginning in my head. Clearly, I hadn’t listened to Judith when she told me, like she always did, to drink water and take ibuprofen before I crashed last night. Or had she maybe not told me this time?
I kept my eyes closed, trying to remember last night. Where had we been drinking? It must have been somewhere familiar, if I let myself drink enough to feel like this the next day. What were we doing? Were we celebrating? That idea brought a twinge of memory, gone before I could catch it. I couldn’t recall anything else. It was all just a fuzzy blank. Trying to remember made my head pound faster so I gave it up. It didn’t matter all that much right now, anyway.
I lay as still as I could, breathing deeply and trying to get on top of the nausea and the headache. Gradually, I realized I wasn’t at Judith’s. I wasn’t at home, either. For starters, the bed beneath me clearly wasn’t mine. It was far softer and plusher. Secondly, the air smelled different than anywhere I was used to waking up. My apartment smelled like my favorite perfume and apple cinnamon spice candles. Judith’s place always smelled like flowers. Here there was a spicy scent, one I couldn’t place but was strangely familiar. There was something about the light that was different, too. I could tell even without opening my eyes.
But more than even those things, I realized I wasn’t alone in this big, cushy, not-mine bed. I couldn’t be home, because I never brought anyone home. But yet I felt the heat of another body, a bigger body, beside me. I heard deep, soft breathing. Where the hell was I? I opened one eye slowly and found myself looking straight into the sleeping face of the most handsome man I had ever seen.
Chris Owens.
Flashes of memory burst over me. His playful banter at the bar. The strange heat that built so fast inside me when he kissed me. Mind blowing sex in the bathroom. In the bathroom! I felt myself heat again in a flash at the memory, felt the sore muscles flex inside me. I smiled to myself. Well, it was clear I had ended up having a good time, despite my misgivings last night.
I looked at Chris, his face untroubled and looking almost younger as he slept. I searched his face, memorizing the thick slant of his eyebrows and the line and curve of his jaw. Disheveled blond hair lay pale gold against the white pillow. His bare, muscled chest peeked out from the sheet covering him. It was all I could do not to reach out and trace the lines of definition with my fingertips. Was he as naked under these covers as me? Should I reach forward and see if I could rouse him?
I wondered what he would think when he woke up. Would he be happy to see me, or would he privately wish I had left when I had the chance? You never could tell what kind of a morning after you could expect with a guy. They could seem like total cuddly teddy bear types and wish you gone, or play the playa and want to cook you breakfast. I couldn’t stand the thought of Chris wishing I was gone. It wasn’t worth the risk. Far better to slip away quietly while he slept and avoid finding out.
I eased out of bed, planting my feet softly on the plush carpet before committing my weight to them. I looked around the room and choked back a laugh. It was eerie how alike Thomas and Lori had planned their trips, almost as if they worked with two halves of the same mind. It seemed Chris had a room at the Bellagio, too. It looked exactly like mine, except in a cream and green color scheme.
I glanced at the clock. 5 a.m. Time to get back to my own room. I want to shower and pull on my pajamas. Maybe I’ll order room service for breakfast. The window was still dark, but the room was dimly illuminated by the small lamp we’d left burning when we finally passed out. I was strangely amused by this token of drunken thoughtfulness we showed ourselves.
The air was cool against my nakedness, my skin pebbling as I looked around for my underwear. I saw my dress, and my shoes were with it. My bag was over there, on the dresser. I pulled my dress on quickly, tucking my bag under my arm and holding my shoes with one hand. Where was my underwear? I couldn’t see my panties or my bra anywhere. Had I somehow left them somewhere last night?
My mouth tasted like mildewed cotton balls. I moved quietly to the bathroom. Water, I thought. Maybe a long, soaking drink of water would help clear out the cobwebs and help me remember what happened last night, if for no other reason than that this dress was quite drafty for my lady bits.
Thank God. There was a courtesy glass by the sink. I filled it and drank, mind blank to everything except the cool liquid sluicing down my throat. Oh, yes, this was exactly what I needed. I could already feel myself pulling together again. With the second glass, my memories began returning, bits and pieces meandering in.
I remembered the tequila shots charged with sexual energy, and how everyone had joined us at the bar right when we were going to leave and find Chris’ room. Kevin and Sabrina had their arms around each other, their faces bright with joy and excitement. Thomas and Lori were with them, and Judith was standing next to the other guy. I thought his name might be Joshua. Jacob? Joe? I remembered my skin tingling, the tiny hairs rising as we trooped to the chapel together. Chris held me up as we stumbled along, his arm strong around my waist, his hand tight on my hip. I held him up, too, laughing as we tripped on the curb.
We went to the chapel together. Why did the memory make my heart beat faster? I could still smell the sweet, cloying scent of roses in the chapel, see Kevin and Sabrina holding hands and watching one another as they exchanged vows. She wore a borrowed veil, but it couldn’t hide the bliss in her eyes as she promised to love, honor, and cherish her brand-new husband. He kissed her tenderly, holding her like she was the most precious thing on the planet.
That memory tugged at my heart, but it didn’t make it pound. There was something else, something my body knew that my mind couldn’t yet recall. What was it? What happened at the chapel? It was almost there, teasing at the edge of my memory. I set the glass down, bracing my hands against the counter. My eyes fell on my hands and I froze.
There was a shiny ring on the third finger of my left hand that hadn’t been there before. It was the kind of toy ring you get from a vending machine, with a glass diamond and a silver band that would be sure to turn my skin green. I stared at it blankly for a long time, watching the overhead light bounce off of it. What the hell did I do last night?
My mind whirled and I listened carefully, alert for any signs of stirring from the room outside. I didn’t hear anything, not even the sound of Chris’ breathing. I hoped fervently this meant he was still asleep. I didn’t think I could handle looking at him right now. Not until I thought all this through.
My bag lay on the counter next to me. I dug my phone out, holding my breath. If there was one thing I did well, it was take pictures. I had thousands of them on my phone. Drunk or not, whatever happened last night had photographic evidence. It was a habit ingrained from long practice. My fingers trembled as I opened my camera app.
The first picture showed all of us in a crooked selfie. All eight of us were crammed on a loveseat meant for two, laughing uproariously. I smiled despite myself. At least we had fun last night, whatever else happened, I thought ruefully.
I scrolled through the pictures slowly, examining each one for clues. There were more group shots, over a dozen, showing us in various places of the chapel, from the foyer with the loveseat to a small patio lit with fairy lights and candles. In every one we were smiling, laughing, clearly enjoying ourselves. I looked for my hands, searching the pictures to confirm or disprove, but I couldn’t see a clear shot of my left hand in any of them.
Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it was just a joke, or something I got for myself for some reason. I didn’t have to think of the craziest things f
irst, right? There was nothing in those pictures to suggest that anything happened between Chris and me besides some seriously awesome sex. Even if I couldn’t remember all of it yet, I just knew it had been amazing.
Then I scrolled back one more, and there it was. I held my ringed hand toward the camera, a huge grin on my face as I pressed against Chris. His arm was around me, his eyes alight with laughter. In his hand he held out a marriage certificate with our names on it. My mind went blank with shock, and all I could think was, Who took the picture for us?
Then suddenly I remembered it all, as clearly as if I were watching it happen before me. The minister was pronouncing Kevin and Sabrina husband and wife. Chris and I watched, wrapped in each other’s arms. My head was against his chest, my eyes soft and a little teary. The room tilted cheerfully, gently rocking like a ship at sea. Chris dropped his chin, pressing a kiss against the top of my head. I smiled, at once comforted and aroused by the gesture.
“They’re beautiful,” I said. I couldn’t help but feel wistful.
Chris nodded above me. “They fit together,” he agreed. He brushed his lips against my hair. I thought I heard him whisper, “Like us,” but then the minister was telling our groom to kiss his bride.
We clapped and hooted as Kevin swept Sabrina into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. Her face was flushed when they finally broke apart, and she looked around at us with shining eyes. I squeezed Chris once and smiled at him, then pulled away and went to her.
“Oh, honey, look at you,” I said, holding her at arm’s length. “You’re practically glowing. I don’t have to ask if you’re happy, do I?”
Sabrina laughed, brushing back her dark hair. “I didn’t know I could be this happy. I’m his wife now, can you believe it? He’s my husband. I have a husband.” She laughed again, an infectious sound.
I laughed with her. “Aren’t you glad we came out tonight instead of watching movies?” I teased.