“Have you tried? I mean, do you like him? Besides, you know, for sex?”
“The sex, my friend, is out of this world. He’s got this signature move, you know? He’s got me on my back, right? And he lifts my leg up over his shoulder and kind of leans in—”
“I get it,” I interrupted, desperate to erase the mental image of Kenny lifting anything over his shoulder. “I mean, do you feel anything when you’re with him?”
“I feel relaxed.”
“Before or after sex?”
She smiled. “Both. I do kind of like him a little. He’s funny sometimes… and sometimes, when we’re at my apartment, he traces his finger inside of my palm while we watch TV. I like that, I guess. I let him spend the night once last week.” She opened her mouth in surprise, placing her fingers in front of her lips. “Can you believe it?”
“The whole night?” I teased.
“Uh huh. Brought a toothbrush and everything. He needed to wash that mouth out after all of the naughty things he did.” She squealed out a laugh and bit her bottom lip. “He drove me to work the next morning and smacked my ass in front of everyone. Linette was so pissed.”
“Jesus, Em.”
“What? I like a good ass smack and nobody smacks an ass like Kenny Todd. I wasn’t on the clock yet anyway.”
I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone. “It’s late. Should we go back up?”
“You go. I’ll be up in a few. I want to order that pie.” She raised her arms over her head, pumping them up and down. “Co-co-nut cream, bee-itch!”
♂♂
I stared at the ceiling most of the night, listening to Emily snore softly while I let my mind wander. I wondered if Matt was awake, sliding my phone off of the nightstand and typing out a quick text.
Me: You up?
Not sixty seconds later, the phone buzzed in my palm.
Matt: I was just thinking about you.
Me: Tomorrow night, we’ll be married. Can you believe it?
Matt: Tied to me forever.
Me: I can’t sleep. I’m too cold without you.
Matt: Then come home. It’s an old superstition.
I shuffled out of bed and quietly slipped on my shoes, still dressed in my pajama pants and t-shirt.
“Emily,” I whispered, tapping her on the shoulder. “Honey.”
“What?” she mumbled, her breath reeking of vodka.
“I’m going home… to Matt.”
She lifted her hand, lazily smacking mine in a high-five. “Booty call.” Rolling over immediately, she grumbled into the pillow, “See you tomorrow, Mac. Love you.”
Me: On my way.
♂♂
Cautious not to wake our guests, I straddled Matt as he pushed inside of me with a low groan. I opened my mouth instinctively to let out a cry, but thought better of it, biting my bottom lip instead and grinding down hard onto his pulsating cock. My hips worked in a circular pattern as he filled me, swelling with every carnal thrust.
My hands pressed against his chest as he ascended from the mattress, gripping my hips to guide my movements. He lifted them up slowly, cupping over my shoulder blades before pulling me down and onto his expectant lips. The kiss was soft, but his arms tightened over my back, pressing our chests together as he continued to advance inside of me.
The metal feet beneath us began to make a sharp, high-pitched sound, scraping along the hardwood floor. I stilled immediately, a laugh on my lips.
“Shit,” I whispered. “I told you we should have put a rug under there. We should stop. Your brother and Karen are next door.”
“No way. Let’s move.” He lifted me off of him gently and placed a pile of pillows on the floor. “On your knees.”
Settling my knees onto a pillow, I pressed my elbows into the soft down of another, lowering my head as he perched behind me, sinking into my body with one raw push. “Oh, God!” I mumbled, biting into the pillow as he continued to rock his hips against my backside.
His balls readily smacked against me in a loud symphony as I muffled my moans into the cushion. The feel of his fingertips digging into my sides set me ablaze as each thrust opened me wider, nudging my prostate in pleasure.
I craned my head to the side, watching as Matt’s face twisted with desire, his mouth open with lust. “Matt,” I mumbled, just as he opened his eyes to meet my gaze. “I’m really close. I-I need a towel or something.”
He clutched his cotton sleep shorts and leaned forward, pressing them against my weeping dick, never losing a beat in his steady rhythm.
“Ohhh, fuck,” I groaned, clutching my cotton-covered erection tightly, trying to hold back as long as I could.
It was only seconds before I was gushing into that material, each burst stronger than the one before it. Matt’s fingers gripped my shoulders tightly as he pounded into me, his spasming cock emptying jets of his release inside of my body. His moan reverberated throughout the large room, surely waking anyone within a half-mile distance.
With his hands continuing to lazily grip my hips, he pulled all of the way out before casually pushing back in repeatedly, admiring his viscous handiwork. Our breaths were choppy and rough as we fought to fill our lungs with much-needed air. I collapsed onto the pile of down as Matt settled in beside me.
“Fuck,” he whispered with a laugh, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “One for the books.”
“You say that every time,” I reminded him.
“Well, that’s because every time is amazing. I should marry you, I think,” he teased.
“You definitely, definitely should.”
Chapter Twenty
There was a knock at the door as I was adjusting my tie. “Come in,” I called.
My father stood in the frame with a smile. “You done? They’re ready, I think.”
I could hear the faint sound of a piano playing through the thick wood as I took my final look in the mirror. Emily had fixed my hair to perfection, the soft curls pulled off of my face with some light molding wax. My face was relaxed… happy.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Mum says that you’ll slip out through this door and meet Matt in the piano room. You’ll walk out together.” He smiled softly. “You ready for this?”
I nodded. “I really am. Is he?”
He nodded back. “I had the same talk with him a few minutes ago. He’s in this for the long haul, Finny. He loves you like your mum loves me.” He straightened my tie and pressed a kiss to both cheeks before releasing me. “Go.”
When I entered the room, Matt’s back was to me. A sharp, fitted charcoal suit hugged his elegant figure. He was even more handsome as he turned. His hair was styled perfectly – still long, but sleek and behaved. The beard was shorter with a hint of gloss coating the polished bristles.
“You trimmed,” I said softly, touching the hair on his face.
“Emily said that I was starting to look like a Yeti. She said that I wouldn’t want the pictures of the most important day of my life to haunt me forever. Once Karen started to refer to me as Serpico, I figured it was time.”
“Well,” I said, pulling his lapels, “I think it’s incredibly sexy.” I kissed his full lips, breathing in his scent. “You can start growing it back out tomorrow.”
He placed his hands on my backside, pulling me up onto the tips of my toes. “You look beautiful. I see Emily got a hold of you too,” he responded, tugging the hair at the nape of my neck. “You’re very runway coiffed.”
“You hate it?” I asked, suddenly second-guessing my appearance.
“I just said you looked beautiful, Fin. Stop. You’re perfect.” He looked toward the door. “They’re waiting. You good?”
I squeezed his hand and turned in the direction of our waiting guests. “Never better.”
♂♂
The faces around me were all a blur as I focused on the one man I would spend the rest of my life with. I noticed things about him in those moments that I’d never quite observed before. One of his eyeb
rows had a microscopic scar running through it. He bit the side of his lip when he was nervous. When he smiled, two tiny wrinkles formed around his right eye.
I couldn’t wait to find something new every day. To run my fingers through his hair and find the one gray strand. To study his back and develop a new constellation amid his freckles. To massage his neck and find his favorite spot – the one where he moaned aloud with contentment.
To watch him hold our children… to kiss their skinned knees and explain the rules of football. I imagined him letting them go for the first time after removing the training wheels from their bikes. Teaching them how to love and be loved.
I wanted to watch him grow old and complain about the changing times. To read the comments section of every article to him in the worst British accent I could muster until he muffled my mouth with his aging hands. I wanted to write a song for him and play it whenever he was feeling uninspired. I yearned to argue with him, even if it was about money – my least favorite subject.
To have him hold me when I was sick. To feel his arms around me in our bed… the bed we would share forever.
Until death took one of us away.
When Matt slid the platinum band on my finger, I closed my eyes, desperate to regain my composure. With shaky hands, I reached into the pocket of my jacket and retrieved his, cementing it into place.
“Do you, Matthew, take Finlay to be your husband? To cherish him? To be there in the best of times and the worst? To be faithful, to trust, and promise your unconditional love – as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” he returned immediately, squeezing my fingers in his.
“And do you, Finlay, take Matthew to be your husband? To cherish him? To be there in the best of times and the worst? To be faithful, to trust, and promise your unconditional love – as long as you both shall live?”
“Yes, I do.”
“By the powers vested in me by the State of Indiana, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your husband.”
I heard it – the applause – but all I felt was that kiss. His lips pressed against mine tenderly as I opened my mouth a half-inch, accepting the small bite he delivered to my upper lip. The laugh he emitted reverberated against my opening as his tongue lightly touched mine. A moment later, it was over, and Matt was lifting our clasped hands toward our audience with a hearty laugh.
The first person I saw was Pam. She swallowed thickly before wiping the escaped tears from her cheeks. Her smile was genuine and full of love, proud of her son on that day. Recognition filled that face, knowing this was the path he was meant for – that he had finally found the true love he deserved.
His hand tightened against mine, turning back to face me with a look of sheer bliss. “I love you, Fin… forever.”
I lifted onto the balls of my feet and wrapped my arms around his neck before kissing him senseless. “Forever.”
♂♂
He would either laugh or love it. Either way, I was following through, locked in the hotel bathroom, adjusting the hat.
It was heavier than I would have thought – the whole thing was – but this was for my husband on his wedding night. The costume shop had many options, most of them of the novelty variety. I wanted the real thing – the service dress whites – and they came through a few days before, making the final adjustments for my size.
I cracked the door to find Matt on his back, lazily stroking his thick, bare cock, as his eyes locked on that uniform.
“Oh my God,” he said with a laugh.
I moved my hand over the top of the zipper, rubbing my erection through the heavy white material. “Do you like it?”
“It’s just like his,” he choked. “Like Harm’s.”
I unbuttoned the top two jacket buttons with my left hand, still caressing myself with my right. “I’m just here on leave for one night,” I teased. “I ship back out tomorrow morning.”
“Fuck,” he murmured as his hand gripped his own swollen cock tighter, squeezing until the tip turned a dark shade of purple. “Well then, Officer, let me help you remember this night for the rest of your life.”
He moved to the side of the bed, planting his feet on the floor as I walked to stand in front of him. His fingers lifted to the jacket, opening each button with sloth-like speed. When my bare skin underneath was exposed, his hands reached to either side, peeling the weighted material off of my shoulders and onto the floor with a substantial thud.
He unzipped me next, but kept the clasp at the top closed, along with the white standard-issue belt, clasping his hand around my dick before lowering his lips onto the head. I watched him take me deeper with each swallow, moaning desperately as his fingers dug into my cloth-covered backside.
When he pulled away after a few minutes, his blue eyes stared up innocently, the words on his lips anything but virtuous. “Fuck me… please.”
I smiled at my new husband, lowering my mouth to his for a deep, tongue-laced embrace as he unbuckled the belt and quickly tugged the pants down my trembling thighs. I kicked them off to the side and went to remove the hat when Matt clasped my hand.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Keep it on.” He lay back on the bed, moving his palm back between his legs. “How do you want me, Officer?”
I moved onto the mattress and slipped between his legs, lowering my fingers to caress gently against his opening. He was convulsing with need, his hips continuously lifting from the down-covered bed. I reached for the bottle of lubricant and slicked my fingers before coating my swollen length.
Matt opened his mouth to release an expletive when I pushed my fingers inside of his waiting body, bucking down onto them with urgency. “Fuck me now, baby. Now…”
I pulled them out carefully, lifting his leg up to my shoulder before pushing inside of his snug opening with one even thrust. He bucked into it, tossing his head back in ecstasy as I quickly developed a rhythm, driving in and out of his wanton body.
“Oh fuck… fuck,” I shouted, watching as his abdominals tightened with each advance.
“Yes… Fin… harder,” he begged, gripping my sides with frenzied fingers.
Sweat escaped from every pore in my body as I lunged repeatedly inside of him. It was a bit easier this time as I put every ounce of concentration on keeping from releasing too soon. The hat was awkward, sinking down farther with each buck. Matt noticed, tugging it from my head and tossing it gently over the side of the bed.
He brushed the unruly hair from my eyes as his mouth opened with a low murmur. “I wanted to see your face… my beautiful husband.”
I lowered his leg back to the mattress and settled between his muscular thighs, pushing slowly into him as our chests pressed together, languidly running my tongue over his kiss-inflated lips.
Every movement brought us closer. Every brush of his lips to mine was ecstasy.
Every grind of his hips told me how much he wanted me. Every squeeze from those hands told me how much he needed me.
His near-bursting cock rubbed against my stomach as I continued to move against him. I gripped it, squeezing him tightly as he closed his eyes with a moan. “I’m… fuck… I’m coming,” Matt announced breathily, short bursts of fluid quickly coating his sweat-slicked stomach.
As the last drop squeezed from his body, I lowered my head to capture the sticky substance between my lips, licking him unashamedly as his fingers twisted into my unruly mane. My thrusts grew more aggressive, plunging into his body with a lustful desperation. His cries were vulgar as his hips ground against mine, sending me over the edge.
My release was hot, filling Matt completely as I bottomed out and stilled inside of his quivering entrance. It took whole minutes before I started to soften, pulling out with a gentle ease and collapsing next to him. It was my turn to laugh, smacking his bare thigh with my palm as I watched his breaths even.
“Better?” I asked, referring to my previous topping disaster.
He rolled into my side, his fingers lazily drifting over my navel.
“I can’t remember ever coming so hard.”
I kissed the salt-tinged skin beneath his ear and let out a long sigh. “I can’t believe you’re my husband.”
“I almost thought you weren’t gonna make it today,” he teased. “Every time I looked at you, I thought you were gonna run.”
“I was just thinking about everything… how fast things moved for us. How I couldn’t wait to discover everything about you.” I shrugged. “How much I loved you.”
“You do?” His smile was wide as he cuddled into my side.
“I do. I probably don’t deserve you, but I’m never giving you back.”
“Fin,” Matt responded, his eyes void of all humor. “We deserve each other. We both deserve this love. Say it.”
“Say what?”
“That we deserve each other. This isn’t a one-sided relationship, honey. Look at me. Say it.”
“We deserve love,” I said softly.
“We both deserve this love,” he repeated.
“I know.” I closed my eyes as a lump in the base of my throat quickly started to develop.
“Fin,” he demanded. “Look at me. Remember when you told me that the one thing you always wanted was physical love? That the other kids could have it, but you couldn’t?”
“I know,” I choked. “I have it now.”
“You have so much more than that now, don’t you see? Physical love means nothing if you don’t have it in here.” He placed his hand over my heart, rubbing gently. “I love you in here.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, a quiet sob escaping from my traitorous throat.
He rocked me gently, whispering over and over as I wept, “I love you, Fin... in here.”
Epilogue
“I don’t want to go, Fin… not yet,” Matt whispered, clutching my sweater and lifting it to his nose. He breathed in slowly, closing his tired eyes in defeat.
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