Sinners at the Altar

by Olivia Cunning

  “It’s so beautiful up here,” Jessica said, leaning her forearms on the rim of the basket, her glass of bubbly held loosely between her elegant hands.

  Sed moved to stand directly behind her. He shifted to lean against her back. Not too solidly—he didn’t want to put too much pressure on the baby after the poor little tyke had been squashed into a corset earlier that day. Not that Jess hadn’t looked fucking hot in that corset. She had. He’d just felt a bit sorry for Sed Junior. If his son was anything like him, he liked a bit of room to let it all hang out.

  “I was going to do this at the ceremony,” he said, “but things didn’t go exactly as planned.”

  And maybe that unexpected deluge of rain had been a blessing.

  “Do what?” she asked with a giggle. “Poke me in the ass with your junk?”

  He rubbed his semi-hard cock against her ass. “My junk? Surely it deserves more respect than that.”

  “Very well. Poke me in the ass with your magnificent specimen of man-meat. Your love hammer. Your one-eyed anaconda.”

  He chuckled. “That’s better.” Maybe… “Our vows,” he said, burying his face in her sweet-smelling hair. “We never said them. Not the real ones.”

  She stiffened and covered her mouth with her hand. “You’re right. How could I have forgotten?”

  She tried to turn to face him, but he held her front firmly against the basket. He cupped her breasts in his hands and nuzzled the back of her neck. His cock leapt with excitement, more than ready to be buried within her slick heat. Jessica instantly went limp in his arms.

  He sang the words to her; somehow they meant more that way. He held her tightly in his arms, swaying back and forth to the cadence in his head.

  “There are few things that steal my breath. They would be you, you, you. And few things that I’ll love ‘til death. Also you, you, you. From the moment that you caught my eye, and I knew I had to make you mine, I wondered if I should give my heart to you. I do, I do, I do.”

  “That’s so sweet,” she whispered.

  He wasn’t finished.

  “Only one thing makes me more complete.” He slid a hand low to cover her belly. Their child. “Part you, part me, inseparably. No way to ever untangle us two, when two become one and one becomes three.”

  “Or ten if you have your way,” she said with a soft laugh.

  “True. But that didn’t rhyme,” he said before continuing.

  “There are few things that could steal my heart. Only you, you, you. And few things that could tear us apart.” He spoke the next line. “Or nothing. You’re stuck with me now, Jess. Like it or not.”

  “I like it,” she insisted.

  And then he finished the song in his baritone. “It’s true, true, true. I love you, you, you. Say I do, do, do.”

  “I do!” She laughed. “I mean I did! But I still do. Did you write that?”

  “Of course I wrote that. That’s why it sucks so much. My lyrics come out better when I’m angry or pissed off. So forgive the lameness of my sap.” He rested his chin on her shoulder and closed his eyes. His heart was still thudding like a spooked jackrabbit in his chest. Mushy love songs were so not his thing. He’d prefer to growl and scream about fire and brimstone any day.

  “It doesn’t suck, baby. It meant a lot to me and brought tears to my eyes.”

  “Oh yeah, sure,” he said. “You and all the angels in heaven.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes toward the weeping angels above them. They were probably weeping because it had been so ridiculous and stupid.

  “My turn,” she said and squirmed sideways. “But I want to look at you when I say mine.”

  He gave her just enough space to turn around before drawing her against him again, belly to belly. He was surprised to see she really was teary eyed. So many females in his past had used tears to try to get him to respond or react in a certain way, so usually tears didn’t affect him. But these tears—even though they hadn’t left her jade-green eyes—had his heart clenching in his chest. Or maybe it was the look of utter adoration in her eyes. His Jess was really his now. He stole a kiss—unable to help himself—and then stared into her eyes as she spoke her heart to him.

  “We will share many perfect and happy moments in our lives together, Sed. Unfortunately, we will also share heartaches and tragedies. For all the good times and the bad, as well as everything between, I promise to be by your side and ever in your corner—to support you and defend you. You are my greatest champion and my most difficult challenge, which is why, no matter what life throws at us, I know we’ll make it through. Our love will be stronger for our efforts. It’s a true and lasting love. One that cannot be denied or destroyed. It’s forever, Sed.”

  She took his hand and rubbed the wedding band she’d already placed there, reminding him that these were her vows to him. “Today I take you as my partner in life and in love. I trust in you and in us. Separately, each of us is strong, but together, there is nothing we can’t overcome. I promise to cherish each moment with you, my husband, and occasionally let you get your way.”

  She winked at him, and he laughed. He hugged her against his chest, his hand cupping the back of her head to hold her as close to his achingly full heart as possible.

  “Well no angels are weeping over my spiel,” she murmured, snuggling even closer.

  He blinked the moisture from his eyes and kissed her hair. “No angels,” he said in gruff voice, “but maybe one sinner.”

  “I’m not going to look,” she said to his chest. “Or I’ll be a blubbering mess.”

  He gazed out over the countryside as he held her close. The sun was beginning to set on the distant horizon, and as much as he loved embracing her, he couldn’t rob her of such a beautiful sight.

  “I think you should watch our first sunset as husband and wife,” he whispered.

  She lifted her face from his chest and turned her head. Brilliant pinks and streaks of orange decorated the few residual clouds in the sky.

  “Breathtaking,” she said, turning in his arms to face outward once again.

  He stepped close behind her and cradled her lower belly in both hands. Resting his cheek against her hair, he closed his eyes and treasured the feel of her in his arms. He was definitely breathless. No sunset did that to him. But she did. “That’s what he said,” he murmured.

  “I think you should grab your trench coat,” she said. “Put it on now. You must be chilled.”

  Sed stiffened as he recognized what her suggestion meant; she wanted him to make love to her right here, right now. With nothing but a long leather duster to shield them from prying eyes. The pilot had assured him that he’d give them their privacy, but the basket was relatively small. There was little privacy to be had.

  “You sure?” he asked, remembering a time when their lust for public displays of affection had nearly destroyed her happiness and her career.

  “Yes,” she said. “I’m sure.”

  He retrieved the trench coat from the floor of the basket and slipped his arms into the sleeves. It draped him all the way to the ground and was a few sizes too large on purpose. He wrapped his arms around her, completely enveloping her with his body and the cover of the heavy leather. She took the free edges of the coat in her hands so the sides would cover most of her and leave his hands free to do as he would. He’d touch her, he decided, and give her release, but he wouldn’t risk penetrating her. Not here. He could wait.

  He cupped her firm breast with one hand, massaging gently. She shuddered against him. Recently her breasts had become incredibly sensitive. He touched her far more carefully than he would have liked, but knew she couldn’t handle rough treatment since he’d gotten her pregnant.

  “Sed,” she said breathlessly, “touch my bare skin.”

  He slipped the straps of her dress and bra down over one shoulder and lowered the fabric so that the top half of her breast was exposed. Arm crossing her body, his fingers delved beneath the cup of her bra to stroke her stiff nipple.

>   “Oh,” she gasped.

  While he had her distracted with pleasure, his other hand moved to her thigh and slowly slid the skirt of her dress upward. Her bare flank quivered beneath his feather-light touch. He glanced quickly over his shoulder to find Gary paying them absolutely no mind as he watched the scenery and controlled the balloon’s flight.

  Sed slid his fingers beneath the elastic at the leg of Jessica’s panties, rubbing his fingertips against her skin from her hipbone to one soft, swollen lip. Her body jerked in response, thrusting her breast into his hand and pressing her ass against his burgeoning erection. Yeah, he could wait about five minutes before penetrating her, he decided. She did bring out the beast in him.

  “Please, Sed,” she whispered breathlessly. “Take them off.”

  “Take what off?” he growled low in her ear. He knew what that tone of voice did to her, and the trembling of her flesh proved she was as hot and eager for him as ever.

  “My panties.” She groaned as his fingers delved into the moisture pooling in her pussy.

  He fisted the fabric in one hand and tugged. “These panties?”

  “Yes, those. Unless you’re wearing some. Then take yours off too.”

  He chuckled. “You know I always go commando, baby.”

  “Good. Because I want you inside me. Hurry.”

  He pinched her nipple, and she gasped.

  “Maybe I don’t want to hurry,” he said. “Maybe I want to tease you a bit. Maybe I want you to beg for my cock.”

  The woman was all submissive and cooperative when she was aroused. So he wasn’t really surprised when she said, “Please, Sed.” She rubbed her ass over his throbbing erection. “Slide it inside me. I want it. I want it deep inside.”

  And the lady always got what she wanted. He inched her panties down her thighs, first one side, then the other, as he used one hand to remove them. His other hand was still very much occupied with her breast. Once her panties were down far enough to drop to her ankles on their own, Sed slid his hand between her legs and nibbled the back of her neck. He was rewarded with a flood of heat against his hand. He bent two fingers upward to tease her slick opening, but didn’t slide them inside. Not even when she began to moan and rock against his hand.

  “Shh,” he whispered. “We’re not alone, remember?”

  “I’m sure he knows what we’re doing,” Jessica said.

  “But we don’t have to be obvious about it.”

  “Just slide it inside, Sed. You don’t have to thrust if you’re self-conscious about it.”

  Did she even realize what she was saying? He had her breast in one hand and her raw pussy in the other. There wasn’t a self-conscious bone in his entire body. Hell, he didn’t even need the trench coat. He’d have sex with her with Gary watching and taking close-up pictures on his camera phone to post on the Internet. He didn’t give a fuck about propriety. But he was concerned for Jessica and knew how delirious she became when she was turned on. She didn’t have a clue what she was asking him to do. He would be very upset if she got mad at him later because he did what she wanted.

  She let go of one side of the duster and it immediately swung back. If Gary was looking their way, he would be in no doubt about what they were doing. He’d have a full view of Jessica’s bare breast in one of Sed’s hands and her slick pussy in the other. Jessica didn’t seem to care that she was exposed. Her hand moved to his crotch and massaged his length through his pants.

  “Please, Sed,” she said breathlessly. “How many times do I have to beg before you take me?”

  He released her breast to pull the coat around her again. “Hold the duster, and I’ll give it to you. All of it.” He bit her ear, and she shuddered.

  She grabbed the leather and, as a man true to his word, he unfastened his fly and tugged his cock free. His mouth dropped open when his most sensitive skin brushed against the smooth warm flesh of her ass.

  “Oh God,” she said, inhaling the words in her excitement. “I want you so bad. Hurry.”

  His thoughts went thick with lust, and he became a creature of want and need. Nothing mattered but claiming her. Fucking her. She leaned forward, her hands on the sides of his coat tugging him down with her. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his throbbing dick with the other. Her pussy was sweet heaven as he dragged his cockhead through its warm moisture. She was fucking drenched. And he fucking loved that she liked having sex in unusual places as much as he did. He slipped inside her easily. And she tightened around him, her walls squeezing his tip, making his abs clench as pleasure consumed him and instinct claimed all rational thought. She relaxed around him, and he pushed deeper, pausing when she clenched again. She had the most sensational pussy on the planet. He knew that from experience.

  “God, Jess,” he groaned near her ear. “Let me in.”

  Instead of relaxing her amazingly strong internal muscles, she rotated her hips. His breath caught in his throat and his eyelids fluttered as sensations of pleasure rippled down his length, settling in his balls and pulsating deep inside him.

  Cursing under his breath, he gripped both her hips and tugged her back, back, forcing himself deeper and deeper. Fuck, she was tight. So tight. She relaxed unexpectedly, and he claimed her last few inches, his balls bouncing delightfully against her.

  “Deeper,” she insisted breathlessly. “Oh please.”

  He couldn’t take her deeper in this position, but he wanted deeper too. He had at least another inch to give her.

  “Hold on,” he instructed.

  She reached for the edge of the balloon’s rough basket, losing her grip on the duster. Gravity kept her covered this time as she leaned forward. Once she had both the basket and the flaps of the coat secured in both hands, he removed one arm from a sleeve and wrapped it around her waist inside the coat. He then carefully lifted her feet off the ground so that she was high enough for her pelvis to be above his. He stepped forward and tugged her down, groaning as she took all of him—every inch—deep inside her. He braced himself, feet apart for balance, and tightened his leather-covered arm around her lower belly for stability. His now free hand delved between her legs, fingers seeking her clit. When he found it, he rubbed fast and vigorously, sending her flying in seconds.

  Her startled cry of release was quickly stifled. He kept working her clit as her body jerked and strained against him, and her pussy clutched him harder than ever. She went limp, leaning heavily against the edge of the basket—catching her breath, her bearings.

  After a moment, she planted her feet firmly on the floor of the basket and began to rock ever so slightly to help him reach the bliss she’d already experienced. As much as he loved being buried balls deep inside her, the woman had a talent with the muscles just inside her entrance. He tugged back and took her with slow, shallow strokes while she squeezed and tugged him closer and closer to nirvana.

  “Beautiful sunset,” she murmured.

  Sed forced his eyes open and tried to focus on the brilliant orange glow on the distant horizon, but he couldn’t see a damned thing with his eyes rolled up in his head.

  “Mmm,” he said in agreement, his slow shallow strokes growing more rapid.

  He sort of watched the sun sink beneath the horizon as he sought release and found only a slowly building pleasure that made his belly quiver and balls ache with lack of fulfillment.

  “We’ll be landing soon,” a voice interrupted Sed’s concentration on his wife’s glorious pussy.

  He refused to finish their ride without finishing his ride. His thrusts strengthened, burying him deeper inside her again. She writhed her hips for him, in tune with his need to come. His breathing quickened and his muscles tautened as orgasm approached. She felt so good around him. So good. Oh God, Jess. He fought the urge to cry out when his fluids erupted from him at long last. He grabbed Jessica’s breasts—one bare, one covered—and pulled her into him as he exploded inside her. Finally spent, he leaned heavily against her back, shuddering as aftershocks of pleasure rippl
ed through him.

  “God, I love you, woman,” he said.

  He gave her bare breast a gentle squeeze before tucking it back inside the cup of her disheveled bra.

  “I wonder where my wife is,” Gary said. “I don’t see the chase car.”

  “One should never misplace one’s wife,” Sed whispered to Jessica, who giggled.

  “I don’t think you have to worry about that,” she said. “You’re stuck with me.”

  “More like stuck in you.”

  “For now. But eventually you’ll have to pull out.”

  “Don’t remind me.” He growled in her ear and hugged her close.

  “We’re getting low on fuel,” Gary said. His voice had an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. “We need to land. You might want to uh… separate.”

  Sed tugged free of Jessica’s body and made himself presentable again so he could find out if he should be worried.

  “How can we be low on fuel?” Sed asked.

  Gary refused to meet his eyes; a slight blush stained his cheeks.

  “Uh, well. I flew a bit farther than usual. I didn’t want to… interrupt. I didn’t think you’d take so long.” He glanced at Jessica, who was watching the scenery over the edge of the basket, as innocent as any regular passenger. “I wouldn’t have lasted. She’s a very beautiful woman,” Gary said.

  “That she is.” Sed watched his wife, entranced by the copper glow of the sunset’s final rays in her strawberry-blond hair.

  “A handful?”

  “More than one handful.” Sed chuckled. “I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

  “Are we going to hit that tree?” Jessica asked, pointing to a giant evergreen in their path. “We’re drifting awfully low.”

  Gary pulled a cord to send a blast of fire shooting into the balloon. But only a small flame flickered in the fading light, before the fire sputtered out completely.