by Miley Maine
“They’re new,” I said.
I stepped back and turned around for him, letting him admire my bra and panties. This racy set was not something I owned prior to meeting Jackson. As soon as I’d had a break in the scouting out the best photography spots yesterday, I’d snuck away and called the wedding planner. She’d been happy to get a suit for Jackson, so I asked her to point me in the direction of a personal shopper in Anchorage. She’d known a few, and the first one I called had been willing to buy me several sets of lingerie.
Our conversation had been beyond embarrassing, but worth it. I’d never spent one second of my life thinking about my bra and panties, beyond how comfortable they were. And suddenly I was on the phone with a stranger, telling her I wanted to surprise my boyfriend.
She’d chosen the style, boxed them up and had them delivered to my hotel room. During the morning, I’d worn the more practical teal set that Jackson had seen, but before the rehearsal dinner started I slipped into the lacy black set.
They weren’t exactly comfortable, but they were definitely eye-catching. I’d even surprised myself when I looked in the mirror. I’d never thought of myself as hot, but in this lingerie, I was sizzling.
While I’d been on the phone with the personal shopper, I’d texted her a picture of myself, and then she’d described what she had in mind for me. She’d describe her choice for me as a sheer balcony bra, which meant it was going to push my breasts together and make them look bigger. And the panties… well. Calling them panties was generous. They were more like a scrap of fabric.
As I turned, Jackson blinked a few times. “Stop.”
I stopped.
His hand came out to touch my backside.
“Damn it, Loren. You’re wearing a thong.” His hand went straight to his cock.
“Is that a good thing?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
His blue eyes looked stormy. “It depends.”
“On what?”
He took his suit jacket off and threw it in the pile with my dress. “On how fast you want to get fucked.”
In the lacy bra, my nipples went tight. Between my legs, the thong was about to be wet. Really freaking wet.
“I believe I owe you something first,” I said.
He tangled his hand in my hair. “I believe you do too. And I can’t wait to see you on your knees again.”
“You want to leave the lights on again? The first time you had only moonlight.”
“You bet your ass we’re leaving the lights on. I don’t want to miss a second of this.” Jackson started unbuttoning his dress shirt, and I watched, mouth watering, as he popped the buttons out of their holes, one by one. Finally he got it off, revealing his undershirt which he yanked off.
I stepped forward and ran my hands over the flat plane of his chest. “I think everyone at dinner wanted to rip that stuffy shirt right off of you.”
“Hey, if the shirt’s too stuffy, I’d be happy to wear a t-shirt to the wedding tomorrow.”
“You’d look good in a burlap sack, and you know it.” I kissed his firm pecs, and I pressed the flat of my hand against his chiseled abs. Then I went down on my knees.
Jackson’s hand was back in my hair, knotting it up again. “I need to see your face when my cock’s in your mouth.
“I can work with that.” I pulled a hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair into a bun.
“Much better,” he said. “Your hair’s sexy too, but I want to see your mouth.” He stared down at me again. “As much as I liked fucking you out in the wilderness, I’m really going to like fucking you where I can actually see you.”
I responded by pulling his boxers down, and freeing his big cock. “I like seeing you too,” I said. The sight of his hard cock sent a blast of heat through my veins. So did the knowledge that this hot, sexy guy, who was fourteen years older than I was wanted to fuck me over and over with that big cock. I’d waited a long time for this experience, and every second had paid off.
He kicked his boxers off and then remembering what I’d learned the first time, I leaned in and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. I wet my lips, and then I licked his cock, from the base to the tip.
He moaned and ran his fingers over my cheek. I gave his cock a few more strong licks with the flat of my tongue until I had him swaying in place. Then when his cock was so hard I could feel it throbbing, I put my mouth on the tip, and I wrapped my lips around his flesh.
Just like before, arousal flooded my body at the knowledge that I had Jackon’s cock in my mouth. In a way, it was more intimate than even regular sex, or kissing. I opened my mouth wider, wanting him to feel my lust for him through my actions.
I tried to recall what I’d read, and I made humming sounds, while tilting my head and twisting my mouth. That part felt weird as hell, but it seemed to work, because he pulled back.
“I’m not ready to come yet,” he said.
“Are you going to fuck my mouth again?”
“Do you want me to?” he asked.
I nodded. Down on my knees, I tried to look as sultry as possible. I folded my hands over my lap, arched my back just a little until my breasts, already highlighted by the bra, were very much on display, and I licked my lips. .
Jackson watched every movement with a heated gaze that promised I’d end up ravaged by the end of the night. “Good. Because I’m planning to fuck your sweet mouth. And then I’m going to fuck your pussy.”
Jackson’s hands gripped my head, more firmly than he had when we were camping. He pulled back, taking his cock almost all the way out of my mouth. Then he pushed back in, sending a warm friction over my lips.
My lips buzzed with the feel of his cock, thrusting. He changed his pace from painfully slow thrusts, to a succession of quick, rapid thrusts. I got lost in the sensations, concentrating on the feel of his cock, and nothing else. The rest of the world faded out, until I was only aware of Jackson’s cock in my mouth.
I began to rock my hips, seeking friction that I couldn’t find, and he stopped, pulling his cock away.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Are you ever going to come in my mouth?” I asked.
“Why? Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
“I’d like to try it.” The reactions I’d gotten from friends had been varied, but anything with Jackson was going to be an experience I’d never forget.
“On the bed,” he said, reaching down to help me up. “Lie flat. I want to see this gorgeous body of yours in this lingerie.”
I did as he said, lying back on the soft bedspread. “Having a bed is kind of a perk,” I said.
“And so is this lingerie. I’m so glad you thought to get it, although the sight of you in this sheer lace and this thong that barely covers your round little ass is making me crazy.”
I wiggled my hips. “Yeah? You like the thong?”
He yanked the brocade cover off the bed, revealing the silky sheets. “You know I do. Spread your legs. I want to see that pussy.”
His blunt words made my pulse race. I wanted to show off my body for him, so once again, I did as he said. I lay on my back on the bed. The silk rubbed perfectly over my heated skin. With no hesitation, I opened my legs as wide as I could, liking that I was giving Jackson what he wanted in bed.
“Now leave the panties on, but pull the thong aside so I can see your pussy.”
I reached down and moved the thin stretch of fabric over. I swallowed hard, knowing he was seeing my bare pussy on display, just for him.
From my spot on the bed, I heard him swear a few times, and let out a harsh breath.
“What?” I asked.
“You just about made me come in my own hand. Seeing you laid out like this, with your glistening pussy open for me, ready for my cock.”
I’d thought I’d gotten used to anything that might embarrass me, but having Jackson stare between my open legs was the most arousing thing I’d ever done. It also made my entire body flush bright pink.
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bsp; I glanced up to see him holding his hard cock in one hand, just barely stroking it in his fist. Next he said, “Put your arms above your head.”
I did, stretching my arms up above to hold onto the headboard.
“Perfect view,” he said, letting his eyes rove all over my body. “I can see almost all of you at once. Except that gorgeous ass.”
He crawled forward onto the bed and pushed my legs even farther apart. “I got to taste you while we were camping, but I didn’t get to see you like this.” His tongue flicked out over my clit, and I writhed against the silky sheets.
I let my head rest against the soft pillows, while he buried his face between my legs.
“Sometime I’m going to have to tie you up,” he said, pushing one finger into my pussy. “But maybe you’ll be able to get away after what I taught you.”
That sounded promising. I liked the idea of being restrained by Jackson. I could imagine him pushing my legs apart on the bed, and tying my legs open, with my ankles secured to the bedpost. I could imagine him tying my arms above my head, with my wrists secured to the bedposts as well. I’d be helpless, at his mercy, and he’d be able to fuck me any way that he wanted to.
A rush of wet heat soaked my already wet pussy.
I picked up my head enough to look him in the eye. “Or maybe I won’t want to get away.”
“Now that’s a good point. But it might be fun to try.” He added a second finger, spearing my pussy with two of his fingers, and licked upward, over my clit. He circled his tongue, then pushed it flat, flicking it against my body until I covered my face with my pillow so I could scream without one of my parents’ bodyguards showing up to check on me.
I sucked in air, trying to take a steady breath. My legs tensed as I neared my climax.
“No.” He pulled his fingers from my body. “You’ll come with my cock in you.”
“Then get it in!”
“You think you’re ready?” he asked.
“I know I am.” I slid my hand down to touch myself between my legs. “I can tell.”
He grabbed a condom from his bag and rolled it on.
I went to unsnap my bra, but his hand caught mine. “Leave it,” he said.
“You want to take it off too?” I asked.
“No. I want this bra on while I fuck you,” he said. He kissed the spot between my breasts where they were pushed together. “One day I’ll slide my cock right here too, over these perfect round breasts, and then I’ll slide my cock in your mouth while I make you finger your own pussy.”
I could hardly speak. I wanted that so much. I wanted more time with him. Not just fucking, but everything. But I knew better than to say so right then. Jackson was my fake boyfriend, not my real one, and I couldn’t afford to get confused about that fact.
“Yes,” I said. “I want that too.”
He laid down on the bed, and rolled to his back, grabbing me and taking me with him so that I ended up on top of his firm body. “Do you remember what I said when we were camping?”
“That you wanted me to ride you?”
“Exactly.” He patted his hip. “Straddle me. Right here.”
I threw one leg over his hips and balanced on my knees, making sure my thong was still pulled over to the side. Jackson put his hands on my hips and picked me up, moving me right over his rigid cock. he took his erection in one hand and held it still while guiding me. With his other hand, he parted my folds. “Now slide down on my cock,” he said,
His thick cock pierced my body, and satisfied the ache I’d been carrying for hours, ever since I saw him in his suit that morning. With most of my weight on my knees, I put my hands on his defined pecs and slowly let myself slide down.
Both of his hands went to my backside and rubbed circles over my cheeks. “Your ass was made for wearing this thong,” he said.
I rolled my hips, and enjoyed the shudder he gave in response.
His hands landed on my waist. “You almost made me come too early,” he said. “Now you stay still. I’m going to do the fucking.”
He did as he promised, fucking into my pussy with quick, powerful thrusts that hit me right in the sweet spot.
I was really starting to like the way it felt to turn him on. I left my hips still, but I put my hands on the bed and leaned forward, lowering my chest so it was right in front of his face.
He groaned and pulled one cup of my bra down, exposing my breast and nipple to the open air. While he fucked me, he licked and sucked at my breast, which sent my sex drive into a frenzy. It was like my breast was a direct link to my pussy.
“You just got even wetter,” he said. “You must like that.”
I nodded and I dropped my head down next to his, unable to hold it up anymore.
He left that breast out, still cupped by the lace of the bra and moved on to the next one, where he pulled the shell of the bra down there too, so he could lick and suck at my nipple while he pinched the other one.
The walls of my pussy contracted. I was about to come, and he hadn’t even put his hand between my legs this time. I couldn’t stop the slow-moving train of my orgasm. It crashed into me, and I shouted Jackon’s name several times. “Don’t stop fucking me,” I said, panting through my heaving breaths.
“You just came on my cock,” he said. “I didn’t even touch your clit.”
“I was turned on,” I said.
He lifted me up. and flipped me over onto my stomach and he pushed my legs apart, drawing me up onto my knees. “Now I’m going to fuck you from behind, so I can see this firm ass.”
Face down, I moaned into the pillow while he rubbed his fingers over my dripping pussy.
He slid in, not giving me time to adjust, but I loved the feeling of being full, and the feeling of his large cock pressing against my inner walls. I lay still while he thrust into me. I didn’t think I couldn’t come again, but the tension built inside me all over again.
He sucked on my earlobe and muttered into my ear how hot I was, and how turned on he was. And then he wrapped his arm around me and pushed his cock inside my body, one more time, before making a roaring sound as he cried out in pleasure. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he held me in his arms from behind.
I let my body collapse, letting all the tension drift through my veins as Jackson rolled off of me. He gently pulled my thong down and dropped it on the floor, and then went to get a towel.
He came back and kissed me on the ear. “You are amazing in bed. You just get hotter every time I fuck you.”
A big sleepy smile passed over my face as a warm glow from his compliment flooded my body.
Chapter Seventeen
Jackson
Today was day two of dressing up in a ridiculous monkey suit, and it wasn’t even the same one as yesterday.
The frantic energy of the entire estate was palpable. Based on just the feeling in the air, if I was on a mission, I’d be wary as hell.
The staff’s shoulders were hunched, and they were scurrying. The guests were talking loud and walking fast. I watched all of them for signs that they were about to go crazy, but no one did. It happened. People at family events lost their shit sometimes, and people ended up fighting. But no one seemed to have reached that point here. Maybe this was just how rich people at a wedding acted.
The weddings I’d been to had been a whole lot more low key. Of course these people had flown in their own chef just so they could eat what they wanted for breakfast for the few days they were here, so the comparisons weren’t really accurate.
Before the ceremony, Loren’s mother found me. “Hello again, Jackson. We’d love for you to join us and sit with the family.”
Oh hell no. There was not enough money in the world for me to sit with my fake girlfriend's family during a wedding, especially while the fake girlfriend wasn’t even going to be sitting there. That would be asking a lot of even a real boyfriend.
“Thank you for the offer, Senator. But I’ll probably stand at the back.”
“Oh, righ
t.” She patted my arm. “My brother’s the same way. He always wants to keep an eye on things.” She nodded toward the officer that worked at the Pentagon, who was standing next to a chair on the outside aisle. “He’ll sit, but he won’t sit in the middle.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded and smiled.
That seemed to work great for her because she squeezed my arm. “We’re so happy you’re here. You let us know if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Senator,” I said. “I appreciate it.”
Someone called her name, so she took off but her perfume lingered. I shifted and moved closer to the other bodyguards, hoping I’d blend in with them and no one else would remember that I was Loren’s supposed boyfriend.
After a shit-load of drama, the wedding finally started. A violinist and a harpist played classical music for the flower girl to walk down the aisle while everyone oohed and ahhed. The minister stood in front of the ocean, where the bride and groom would join him soon, with the rest of the guests sitting in rows of white folding chairs. Loren was moving around at a rapid speed, and now she’d gotten her camera set up on a tripod near the altar so she could get photos of the bridesmaids walking down the aisle.
I loved watching her move. I loved watching her work. She was so focused, so absolutely centered on what she was doing, because she loved her job, and she wanted to deliver the absolute best product to the bride. It didn’t matter to her that her cousin was a total jerk. Loren was committed, and I had to admire that in any profession.
Plus she was sexy as hell as she flitted around in her shimmery champagne-colored dress. It hugged her curves and she stretched and bent and twisted to get the right angles for each shot.
I had to tear my eyes away from her to keep looking at the rest of the group. Even now during the wedding ceremony, the groom caught my eye. He’d joined the minister on the stage, and something about him was shady as hell.
His bride was walking down the aisle, which was supposed to make even the toughest man just a little emotional. But he’d look at her, smile, and then glance down at his wrist. He wasn’t holding a phone, so he had to be looking down at a smartwatch. Was he that big of an idiot that he didn’t realize anyone would see what he was doing? And that it would be recorded forever with photos and videos? Maybe he was just enough of a prick that he didn’t care.
