Only Me

by Vivian Ward

  Of course, it didn’t stop me from jacking off twice while she was gone. I kept picturing her drunk, slurring her words while sucking dick at the stripper place.

  Just thinking about it now is getting me aroused under the table. Taking a healthy drink from my glass of wine, I try to shake the image out of my head, but it’s almost impossible.

  “What do you mean? I never had a bridal shower,” she sighs and lets out a small laugh. “You’re thinking about my bachelorette party.”

  “Your bachelorette party?” I ask.

  Is there a difference between the two?

  “Are you drunk? How much of that wine did you drink?” she giggles.

  “No,” I shake my head as I loosen my tie. “What I do remember is that you were wearing that white dress. You know the one. It’s that ‘come fuck me’ dress of yours that I love so much.”

  I wink at her and take another gulp of wine from my glass as I tell my dick to mind its own business, but it’s useless because my cock is uncomfortably pushing against the zipper of my trousers. It’s aching to be inside of her.

  “Yep, that’s the one,” she smiles.

  She’s so proud of herself. My fiancée knows exactly what she’s doing to me, what kind of sexual power she holds over me.

  “I didn’t think you were going to be able to keep your hands off of me that night before I left,” she takes a sip of her wine.

  She’s only on her second glass, but I can tell that she’s already getting tipsy. Piper’s never been much of a drinker but once she gets a little alcohol in her, watch out! She’s likely to claw my damn pants off—which I don’t mind one bit.

  I prefer it.

  “You almost didn’t get out of the house on time. If I remember,” I stand up and walk behind her. “I was trying to get a piece of ass before you walked out the door.”

  Brushing her hair aside, I plant a soft kiss on the curve of her neck. I watch her nipples grow erect beneath her white silk blouse, and it makes my cock jerk.

  “Mmm,” she moans.

  Placing my hand on her knee, I slowly slide it up her thigh, tracing the lace of her stockings with my fingertips. The delicate material sends the rest of the blood in my body rushing to my dick.

  Wasting no time, she lets her knees drop to the side when my hand disappears beneath her royal blue skirt.

  Craning her head with her eyes closed, she exposes the length of her neck to me; her long caramel-colored tresses cascade down her arms. She looks like a fallen angel who’s come to deliver me from my sins, but all I can think about is making her halo dirty.

  If there is a heaven or a hell, I can’t wait to spend all eternity with this woman. She ignites my soul and gives me the oxygen that I need to continue burning in her blissful paradise.

  I am nothing without her, and if I could only love her for one lifetime, it wouldn’t be enough.

  My lips crash down on top of hers, kissing her as I slip my fingers past her thong and work toward her entrance. She’s already wet, allowing me to easily slip them inside her.

  Sucking in a deep breath of air, she gasps and allows me to pump them in and out of her while my tongue traces circles along the soft skin of her neck, nipping along the way.

  “Take me to bed,” she whispers. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

  Scooping her out of the chair, I carry her to our bedroom and throw her down on the bed as I climb onto the mattress with her.

  Unbuttoning her white blouse, her breasts peek out at me, perfectly cupped inside of her pink bra. Instead of wasting years in marketing school, she could’ve become a model with a body like hers.

  But I got lucky. My baby has brains and beauty, and it doesn’t get any better than that.

  Kneeling between her legs, I tower over her as I take in her appearance. Her long, floaty hair fanned out on the soft floral comforter, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath, and her long legs wrapped around me reminds me that she’s all mine.

  This beautiful woman belongs to me, and in a couple of weeks, she will be mine forever.

  Dipping down, I trail kisses from her neck to her cleavage. Her nipples turn to hardened pebbles beneath the lace fabric of her bra. The small rose buds contrast against the light pink shade of her lingerie, aching to be sucked on.

  A moan escapes her mouth, and she squeezes her legs, tightening their grip around me when I pull down the cup of her bra and take one of her nipples into my mouth.

  Her arms above her head, she arches her back when my mouth moves south, heading straight for her sweet spot. I know she has been wet since before I carried her in here, but as I get closer, I can smell her sex.

  The light musk scent floats in the air and makes my cock stir. Still throbbing to be inside of her, I unzip my pants, letting my cock spring out of them.

  Piper watches me; her eyes dilated with excitement as she spreads her legs wide open for me.

  Giving her clit a thorough tongue lashing, she whimpers and begs, pleading for me to be inside of her, but it’s too much fun teasing her.

  Biting her lip, she smiles as I make my way back up to her lips before I kiss her. She loves tasting herself on me, and I can’t say that I blame her. She’s my favorite flavor.

  Pushing my cock inside of her, I give her a minute to accommodate me, and then I begin fucking her. Raw, passionate fucking as I picture her wearing that slutty white dress of hers.

  “That’s it, babe,” she moans. “Fuck me hard.”

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Picking up my speed, I work double time. The bed springs sound like they could collapse at any moment but that doesn’t stop me from giving it to her.

  “Are you my naughty little slut?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she hisses. “Harder.”

  Leaning down next to her ear, I suck the lobe into my mouth, biting it with my teeth.

  “Tell me. I want to hear you say it,” I say to her.

  She hesitates for a second, and that’s when I push my cock deep inside of her and hold it there allowing her to feel my thickness, reminding her that I am in total control. Refusing to move until she says it, I command her again.

  “Say it if you want me to fuck you,” I growl. “Tell me you’re my naughty little slut.”

  “I’m your dirty slut. Now, fuck me. Hard,” she begs.

  That’s all it takes, and I fuck her harder than I have in a long time. The thought of that white dress, the strippers at her bachelorette party, and the excitement of possibly making partner has all of the blood pooling to the head of my dick.

  Feeling the walls of her vagina tightening around me, I can’t control myself much longer. I try to refrain from coming, but I lose it when she bites my shoulder.

  The instant her teeth sink into my skin is the minute that the head of my cock erupts, spurting my seed deep inside of her as the two of us ride out our orgasms together.

  Chapter Three

  Piper

  I feel bad that Logan’s big party is the same date as my bridal shower, but I’ve been planning this for months.

  Aside from making sure that all of my closest friends could come to the bridal shower, I also coordinated this date around my best friend, Deb.

  We met when we were in college, just like Logan and I, and ended up sharing a dorm together. She’s a Type A personality like me so in some ways, we get along perfectly, but we can both be stubborn when it comes to other things.

  She’s flying in from Texas and even put in for a week’s vacation so she could stay with us from the time she gets in for the bridal shower until after the wedding since my bridal shower is only a week before the wedding.

  I wanted to have my bridal shower back when I had my bachelorette party, but I couldn’t because that would mean that Deb would miss both and I couldn’t do that to her.

  Having my bridal shower separate from my bachelorette party ended up working out to my benefit anyway, and I’m so excited to get to see her. It’s been two years since we’ve
seen each other and she’s so happy that Logan and I are finally tying the knot.

  Maybe a little too happy.

  She’s been married to her husband since we were in college because they got married right off the bat and couldn’t wait. Personally, I thought she was crazy for getting married on their one-year anniversary, but I guess it worked out.

  Logan and I wanted to wait, and it’s not because we didn’t know if we wanted to get married or that we weren’t in love. I adore my husband. He’s worked very hard to become such an established attorney in the St. Louis area, which is no easy feat.

  There are practically so many attorneys around the Greater Metro Area that they’re all chasing people around, waiting for lawsuits to happen. So to stand out and not get lost in the shuffle is an amazing accomplishment in itself.

  It doesn’t surprise me, though.

  He knows his stuff when it comes to the courtrooms, and he’s knowledgeable. Some might even call him an over-achiever, and I’d say that sounds about right but I think that’s why the two of us mesh so well together.

  We both work our asses off.

  You know the saying: work hard, play hard? That describes us to the letter. We both might bite off more than we can chew but when we kick back to have fun, we go all out.

  I wish that I could go to the lawyer party with him because I’m sure it’ll be a lot of fun and I want to show my support, but I can’t just skip out on my bridal shower. My good friend, Meagan, arranged and organized everything for my party. She’d kill me if I tried to back out of it.

  Out of all of my bridesmaids, she was the most energetic about putting all of this together. Actually, she ended up taking charge of it all because she wanted to. The others let her because she can be a pain in the ass to work with, but we all love her. Once Megan has something in her head, there’s no talking her out of it.

  I can only imagine the conversation we’d have if I tried to cancel my bridal shower. There’s no possible way that we could even try to reschedule it since it’s only a week before the wedding. There’s just no time.

  “You look like you’re in deep thought over there. Is everything okay?” Meagan asks.

  Did I mention that we work together and I’d have to face her every day after all the hard work she’s put into this?

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say. “I just have a lot on my plate with it being so close to the wedding.”

  She smiles at me, sympathetically.

  “Anything I can help with?”

  Do I tell her what I’ve been thinking about all morning or do I keep it to myself?

  “I don’t know,” I sigh and rub my temples.

  It 'd be good to talk to someone, but I don’t know if she’s the right person. It could be really good to talk to someone or bad if she takes it wrong.

  “Come on, Pipes. You can tell me anything,” she drapes her arm around me. “Are you getting cold feet?”

  “What?” I look up at her, surprised. “No. I can’t believe you’d think that.”

  “Then what is it?” she asks.

  Sighing, I shake my head and nod toward the break room.

  “Want to grab something to drink real quick, and I’ll tell you about it?”

  “Sure,” she agrees to go with me.

  We each grab a snack from the vending machine and sit at one of the tables near the corner of the room. Twisting the lid off of my apple juice, I savor the bubbly flavor before finally swallowing it.

  “Okay, here’s the problem,” I begin. “You know my bridal shower on the 25th?”

  She nods her head, intently listening as she tosses a handful of trail mix in her mouth.

  “Well, Logan’s managing partner, Mr. Ford, is throwing a party that day and he invited Logan. The problem is that this is the—,” she cuts me off.

  Holding up her hand she stops me dead in my tracks.

  “Wait a minute,” she says, her mouth wide open. “Are you trying to get out of this bridal shower? Do you have any idea how much work and money I’ve put into this thing? Well, ‘we,'” she uses air quotes. “Me and all the girls pitched in on a beautiful reception hall, and I’ve already ordered and paid for most of the food. You’re not cancelling on me, missy,” she shakes her head.

  See? This is exactly what I was afraid of. She didn’t even let me finish saying what I was saying before she jumped all over my ass.

  “No, no, no,” I reassure her. “Meagan, I’m not trying to cancel it,” I throw in a fake laugh. “Just listen, okay?”

  She rolls her eyes, “Go on.”

  “This party that he got invited to is like THE party that they invite you to when they’re considering making you a partner of the firm! This is HUGE for him, and I’d like to be by his side to show my support, but I’ve already told him that I can’t because of my bridal shower that day.”

  She looks at me like she doesn’t believe me.

  “Really, I mean it,” I nod, offering her more assurance. “He knows that I can’t go, but I’m so bummed out about it. You know? We’re getting married, and I want to be there for him, and I can’t be, and it kind of sucks.”

  She nods, taking a drink of her water.

  “Wait, isn’t he already a partner of the law firm? Isn’t that why he works there?” she asks.

  “No, he’s only a senior associate. Nobody makes partner until they’re in good with the firm and have been approved by the hiring manager and other partners. It’s sort of like a ‘good old boys club,' and this is his invite to it all.”

  “Oh, I see,” she says. “That sucks, but we’ve got our own thing to do. Besides, isn’t your old friend Debbie flying in?”

  Ugh. She hates being called that name, and I don’t blame her.

  “It’s Deb, and yes, she is flying in. She’ll cringe if she hears you say Debbie so don’t call her that. Just keep it short, Deb.”

  “Whatever. I wouldn’t sweat it. Logan’s an attorney, he faces judges for a living and works with criminals. He’ll do fine on his own. I’m sure of it.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  Talking to Meagan didn’t help my situation any, but I do feel a little better talking about it and getting it off of my chest. I hate that things are always so complicated.

  Things couldn’t get any worse, could they?

  The rest of the day goes by in a blur as I handle phone calls, do another meeting and answer emails. I love working in marketing, but sometimes it spreads me a little thin, especially with days like today where I’m wrapped in a blanket of guilt.

  How can I say that I’m supportive of my soon-to-be husband if I ditch him for selfish reasons?

  Not that I'm selfish in a bad way. It’s not like I just have a nail appointment with one of my girls that I like to hang with or like I’m blowing him off for a luncheon. I know that my bridal shower is a big deal and you only get one.

  Or at least I only plan on ever having one.

  I’m only getting married once. If we ever get divorced for some reason, I seriously doubt that I could marry anyone else.

  That man owns my heart—and my ass. I may not have lost my virginity to him, but he’s the only one who ‘counts.' As far as the rest of the guys I dated before him, they cease to exist.

  On my way home from work, I turn on my Bluetooth and call Deb during my drive. If there’s one person who can make me feel better, it’s definitely her.

  “Hello, our lovely bride!” she answers the phone.

  “Hello, my beautiful maid of honor,” I giggle.

  See, it’s working already.

  “How come you’re calling from your car? I thought you hated talking and driving?” she asks.

  “I do, but I was kind of hoping that you could tell me that I’m not being selfish,” I put on my turn signal as I attempt to switch lanes.

  “Uh-oh. Is that charming man of yours already turning into a turd? If so, we can flush him before it’s too late.”

  Okay, that did it.

  It takes
me a full minute to stop laughing and wipe the tears from my eyes.

  “Flush him, huh?” I chuckle.

  “Yep. We’ll flush him like the turd he is. What’s going on, babe?”

  “Oh,” I take a deep breath as I recompose myself. “It’s my bridal shower that’s coming up.”

  “Uh-huh,” she agrees.

  “Logan was invited to like THE biggest party by his managing partner at the firm because they’re considering making him a partner.”

  “That’s great news, honey! So what’s the problem? How are you being selfish?”

  “This party is the same day as my bridal shower, and he wanted me to be there. You know, for moral support?”

  “Ohhh,” she says.

  She’s quick with her math and has already put two and two together.

  “And you can’t go because of your bridal shower. That does suck. What are you going to do? You’re not going to cancel it are you?”

  “No, I can’t cancel it,” I say with disbelief even though the thought has occupied my mind for a teeny second. “I just need you to clone me so I can attend both events.”

  She laughs into the phone. I don’t know why but I find her laugh so soothing.

  “You know my name is Deb, and not Genie, right?”

  “I know,” I sulk. “I feel so guilty for having my bridal shower the same day of the party, but this is something that’s been planned for months.”

  “Right,” she agrees. “And you need to remember that. It’s not your fault that you are marrying an amazing, charming man. You can’t help he does an excellent job and that they want to make him a partner.”

  “I know,” I murmur again.

  “So don’t feel guilty!”

  She says it as if that’s that. I can practically see her shrugging on the other end of the phone, curling up her lip like it’s no big deal, washing her hands of the matter.

  “Listen, babe. You do your thing; he does his. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. That’s your day. Don’t let his job take that away from you.”

  “You don’t think I’m being selfish?”