by Golden Angel
He shook his head, feeling a bit indignant. “You know, a lot of people would consider me a catch.”
“I’d like to catch you,” she said, winking as she reached behind him to squeeze his ass. Jake coughed, jumping slightly as he looked over his shoulder to see if anyone else had noticed.
Not that he could tell. No one seemed to be looking at them.
“Have you ever snuck off during a wedding before?” he asked as they reached the safety of the ballroom doors just as the song was ending. Sharon quickly pushed through before the emcee even began to speak.
She tilted her head, looking up at him with an anticipatory sparkle in her eye. “Yes... but not in the way I think you mean.”
Grinning, Jake looked around. The hallway was deserted and several doors looked like they might be the gateways to good possibilities.
Refocusing on Sharon, he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Wanna fuck?”
******
She was a terrible influence on Jake.
Not that she was complaining. He’d needed some terrible influencing and she kind of liked that he was able to shock her a little with his occasional out-of-character dirty propositions.
Although she’d snuck out of family weddings before, she’d never actually snuck off to have sex... And not in a coat closet where anyone could walk in at any time. She’d been a little nervous when the second door they’d opened had been the closet, a bit unsure if it was a good idea, but Jake had taken charge, swept her inside and had her pressed up against the coats lining the wall before she could voice any of her concerns.
She moaned against his lips, her excitement rising even higher at her own anxiousness. Someone could walk in at any time. Anyone could walk in at any time. Shuddering, she moaned louder and slid the heel of her foot against the back of Jake’s calf, trying to pull him in closer.
His hands moved up from her waist to her breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her dress. Sharon hadn’t bothered with a bra. The dress had a built-in bra so that her nipples didn’t show through the material, and the padding rubbed against the sensitive buds as Jake’s large hands began to knead the soft mounds of flesh. The coats provided plenty of cushion behind her as he pressed her against the wall, one knee thrusting between her thighs.
Since he was so much taller than her, his thigh pressed against her pussy, allowing her to practically ride it.
She’d been really close to not wearing panties under the dress, but right now she was glad that she had; otherwise there was no way she’d have been able to wear this dress back into the reception. There was a small voice in the back of her brain worrying over whether or not she was soaking through her panties to her dress anyway as she rubbed herself against Jake’s thigh, but she ignored it.
The kiss deepened as his fingers slid inside the deep cut of her neckline, seeking out her nipples, and Sharon whimpered against his mouth. His tongue probed, dancing with hers, leaving her breathless as sensation surged through her. Rolling her nipples between his fingertips, he tugged gently, sending a new wave of pleasure through her.
As much as she wanted to touch him in return, her hands were busy keeping her upright as she clung to him. Besides, it wasn’t like she could undress him too much... and that made everything even hotter. The need to be careful, to be quiet, to stay hidden, there was something wonderfully taboo and exciting about it.
Her family would be fucking horrified if she was found getting it on in a coat closet.
Sharon didn’t want to be found but knowing what they were chancing made her even more aroused.
She squeaked as Jake lifted his mouth and pulled his leg away, spinning her around so that she was facing away from him.
“Jake,” she protested, her hands flat against the coats, pressing them into the wall and wrinkling some of the costly fabrics. Not that she cared about that.
“Shh, princess,” he answered, his voice teasing. She heard his zipper sliding down and then felt his hands pulling at the skirt of her dress, dragging the fabric up and over her hips. “Unless you want someone to hear us and come in here.”
Sharon moaned in reply.
He didn’t even bother to pull down her panties. She felt him pulling them to the side and placing both of his hands on her ass, one of them holding her panties away from her pussy to give him access. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock pressed against the soaked opening and shoved in, deep and hard.
She barely managed to stifle her cry of pleasure, her arms bracing against the hard thrust. Jake groaned, low and not too loudly, as he filled her, his fingers tightening on her soft flesh.
“Oh fuck...” Sharon clamped down around him, squirming slightly, as her taut panties pressed against her clit, adding an extra level of stimulation.
“This is going to be hard and fast,” he warned her in a low growl.
“Just shut up and fuck me already.”
******
If they weren’t in a closet, Jake would have spanked her for that little comment. Instead, he leaned forward and reached up with his left hand to roughly grab her breast, making her squeal slightly. The nipple pinch he gave her was probably less effective with the padding inside of her dress, but it got his point across.
Then he straightened up again so he could get the right angle and leverage to ride her hard.
The purple panties she was wearing weren’t a thong, but they hadn’t given her ass much coverage. He’d hooked his thumb through the fabric and held them aside, giving him a delicious view of creamy pussy and winking asshole. Leaving her in her panties made the view seem exotic somehow – another indication that they were doing this where they weren’t supposed to.
Pulling her panties even farther to the side, he enjoyed her gasp and shudder as the fabric shifted over the front of her pussy. He curled his fingers around her hips, holding on tightly so he could thrust into her as hard as he liked.
She moaned as he began to move, her head dropping down between her arms and he could hear her panting for breath as he slid his cock in and out of her grasping pussy. The slick heat caressed him, her muscles tightening and relaxing around him, massaging every last inch of him as he thrust into her. The flapping of his pants where he’d opened them, and the ends of his shirt were a minor irritation compared to the rising pleasure.
Then... they heard it.
Voices.
Coming closer.
Jake kept moving, kept thrusting as both his trepidation and excitement grew, almost as if they were feeding off one another. Gasping with every thrust, he could tell Sharon was doing her best to remain quiet, but the small whimpers in the back of her throat were getting a little louder each time.
He couldn’t tell if he knew the owners of the voices or not, and he didn’t care.
Closer... closer...
He didn’t know he was holding his breath until his lungs started to burn.
Small bursts of white stars filled his vision as he took in a gasping breath of air. The voices were so close...
And then they were fading, moving away. Just someone walking by the closet, not coming to it.
“Oh fuck...” Sharon’s cry was small but audible as her pussy began to spasm around him, her ass pressing back against him. Small tremors worked their way through her body as she climaxed around him, and Jake groaned as he slammed into her. Tingles pulsed through his spine as he began to jerk inside of her, throbbing with each wave of orgasm.
******
She’d thought they were done for... and that had done it for her.
It was all she could do to keep from screaming with pleasure as her panties rubbed over her clit, Jake’s cock hitting the right spot inside of her with every thrust. The voices were fading as they moved down the hallway, and she was way too far gone to comprehend anything they were saying to each other.
Not that it mattered.
The fact that Jake had kept fucking her through the voices passing, that he hadn’t stopped or even hesitated... Fuc
k...
Shuddering, she could feel him spilling into her, filling her with his cum.
At her cousin’s wedding.
So fucking filthy.
So fucking hot.
They were both left gasping and Sharon’s muscles felt weak from holding herself up. Jake leaned against her, his arm coming around her and helping to support her weight even while he rested on her. It wasn’t the kind of cuddling that could be done in a bed, but it was still really nice.
After a long moment, he sighed. “We should get back.”
Now it was Sharon’s turn to sigh. He was right.
One quick stop at the bathroom for both of them to clean up, and they headed back into the reception. A few people were dancing, but it looked like they’d completely missed both the bouquet and garter toss as the majority of guests had spread out over the room again. Sometimes Sharon thought it might be fun not to elope, but to have an actual wedding, and completely horrify her side of the family with a DJ and people filling the dance floor.
Probably not worth the hassle her parents would put her through, but she could picture their faces at watching people getting down to the Wobble and it was glorious.
As if thinking about them had summoned them, her mother and father zeroed in on her and Jake immediately. Judging by their expressions, they were not pleased.
“Where were you?” her mother demanded in a low voice. Much lower than necessary considering that no one else was near the doors and the music was playing.
“Just taking a walk through the halls,” Sharon said, blinking innocently. “Why? What did we miss?”
“The bouquet toss, which you know very well,” her mother chided her. “Everyone was wondering where you were.”
Rather than addressing the issue directly, Sharon went for diversion. “Who caught it?”
“One of Melinda’s bridesmaids. That’s not the point, you should have been in here.”
“Sorry.” Yeah, she knew she didn’t sound sorry at all. “Are they cutting the cake soon?” Despite her stop by the bathroom, she could feel Jake’s cum starting to leak out and make the crotch of her panties soggy. Maybe she should have gone ahead and stuffed a wad of toilet paper in there, but she’d worried about it falling out. She might not be easily embarrassed, but there were still some things she’d rather avoid.
“Yes,” her father said, giving her a stern look. “Don’t embarrass us again by missing it.”
“No prob, Bob,” she said cheerfully, making her father wince, and she tugged at Jake’s arm to pull him away. He was looking increasingly uncomfortable, like he thought he should say something but didn’t know what would help. Silence on his end probably was for the best, at this point.
“Why is it important to be here for the cake cutting?” Jake asked in a low undertone as they started moving back to their table.
Sharon just shrugged – not because she didn’t know, but at her family’s idiosyncrasies. “They think we should all be present for anything that’s part of the ‘official timeline of events.’”
******
Jake kind of understood. He glanced over his shoulder to see her parents with their heads together, talking to each other in low voices. It was hard to tell whether they were keeping an eye on him and Sharon or not, but they were blocking the door now. There would be no way to get back out without her parents seeing unless they used one of the emergency exits, but it wasn’t like that would go unnoticed either.
“Is there anything that happens after the cake is cut?” He asked, wracking his brain. Although he’d attended several weddings, he hadn’t realized there was an official timeline. He supposed that made sense though. Weddings did all seem to follow the same basic schedule. Still, he couldn’t imagine his parents being upset at him for missing any of it.
If they even noticed that he did.
“The official farewell, but we can sneak out before that,” Sharon said indifferently. “Especially since Mark and Melinda are staying here at the hotel, there’s no big send off or anything. Melinda told me she wants to be able to go up to their room whenever they feel like it instead of having to wait for a specific time.”
“Okay,” Jake said. He had no idea what she meant by an official farewell, but he’d follow Sharon’s lead in this.
Sneaking out early sounded good to him.
Then he could take Sharon back up to their room, strip her down, and go for round two up against the windows there... Or on the bed... Wherever. Somewhere he could take his time a little more than he had in the coat closet. That had been exciting, but also rushed.
Yeah. Sneaking out early definitely appealed. He got the feeling her parents wouldn’t approve, but he didn’t really care about that anymore.
Chapter 17
There was an official brunch the morning after the wedding, thrown by Mark’s parents. The buffet style suited Jake perfectly, although Sharon’s parents both muttered about it, as did most of her aunts and uncles. The majority of the younger generation didn’t seem bothered. He noticed Rina was one of those sniffing haughtily at having to fill up her own plate. Jake made a wide berth around the dessert table to avoid her, keeping his gaze averted.
Sometimes discretion was a better strategy than valor.
Sharon had managed to snag one of the few two-person tables in the dining room and she smiled almost dreamily at him as he sat down. He found himself grinning back in a similar manner. Last night they’d ended up taking their wedding cake to go, both of them giggling like naughty children as they’d snuck out.
Then they’d gone up to their room and gotten creative with the icing. The cake was fucking delicious, but not nearly as fun as licking buttercream off of Sharon’s nipples. And definitely not as fun as when she’d slathered his cock from root to tip with it and gone to town.
It had been a much better night than the one before.
Actually, he was kind of feeling reluctant to go home. Not because he wanted to stay here, but because at home everything between them was so much less settled. Here, he was Sharon’s date. They were together, expected to be together, and he felt pretty confident about his place by her side.
At home...
Sitting down across from her, he realized he wanted to keep this up. The sleepovers. The breakfasts. The sex, of course. But also the conversations, the jokes, and keeping each other company.
He wanted to date her.
No, not just date. Jake needed to be totally honest with himself. He wanted to be in a relationship with her.
Even after this weekend, after meeting her crazy family, after their big fight, he could see himself having a future with her, which was more than a little mind-blowing. But what would she think?
Still smiling, her eyes slightly unfocused, she lifted another forkful of French toast with strawberries to her mouth, looking as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Her dark hair was piled in a messy bun and she was wearing a simple sweater with her jeans. The outfit had received a dark look from her mother when they’d entered the dining room, but so far neither of her parents had come over to talk to her about it. Maybe because Melinda had come in with Mark, wearing something similar.
As he sat there, staring at her, his full plate of food in front of him, Sharon seemed to realize something was up. Cocking her head, she gave him a questioning look.
“We should talk,” he said immediately, although he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say.
******
Sharon’s stomach sank.
The worst words in the English language. Well, maybe not the worst but they were up there. They were not words she wanted to hear after a night when she was feeling all glowy and happy.
Not only had Jake been amazing during the wedding and reception, but they’d had a hell of a fun night when they’d made it back to their room. At least, she’d thought they had. They’d played with food. They’d played in the shower. Jake had cuddled her in front of the TV before she’d fallen asleep in his arms. Shar
on couldn’t really think of a way the evening could have gone better – well, other than if they hadn’t had to deal with her parents at all.
Now it was Sunday morning and he wanted to talk? She has a bad feeling she knew what that meant. After all, she’d gone into this weekend fairly prepared for him to want to ditch her after meeting her family. Saturday morning, before she’d knocked on his door, she’d thought that was probably even more likely.
This morning though?
She felt blindsided.
Carefully, she put down her fork, drawing in her defenses and really wishing he wasn’t going to do this at brunch. What was wrong with the trip back home? Or a simple text message after they’d parted?
Yeah, she’d still be mad – especially if he’d gone the text message route after behaving like everything was normal – but at least she’d be able to express her feelings. Here, she was trapped unless she wanted to make a scene. She wondered if he was counting on that... If he was, he might be disappointed considering what he had to say.
Piss her off enough and Sharon wouldn’t care at all about making a scene in front of her family and everyone else who was currently having breakfast.
“Okay,” she said, drawing out the words. “What’s up?”
“I want us to be in a relationship.”
Sharon blinked.
Pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth.
Waited for the punch line.
Considered checking her ears to see if her hearing was working – a definite concern because it seemed like all the conversations around them had suddenly turned to white noise.
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked finally as Jake just sat there, staring back at her, that same blank expression on his face. She couldn’t even tell what he was thinking by looking in his eyes.
