by Vera Roberts
The same lips that declared his love for me.
Ian maintained his composure while I felt I didn’t have a shred of dignity left within me. I softly moaned, threaded my fingers through his hair, and hoped he wouldn’t stop for anything.
Ian pulled down the privacy shade and spoke to the driver. “Can you drive for an additional hour? I’ll pay double.”
“Yes, Mr. Ferguson.” The driver nodded before Ian raised the shade back up.
He turned to me with a smoldering look in his eyes and the air changed between us. “We’re fucking.” His voice was a low, seductive murmur.
I swallowed. Twice. He said it so matter-of-factly, I honestly wondered if I truly heard what he said. Here? Now? “Say what?”
“Do you need help with your gown?” He asked.
It quickly occurred to me this was going to happen unless I said no. The thought of having sex with someone just a few feet away from us made me super aroused and I felt my sex dampen with want. “It’s quite expensive,” I warned him.
“Is it something you love?” He asked.
“Well, I like it but I don’t love it,” I replied.
“Good,” Ian ripped the gown off my back. He pulled the long sleeves down my arms, exposing my breasts in the slight coolness of the Rolls. He reached up my gown and tried in vain to find where my panties began, assuming he wanted to rip those off, too.
“I’m not wearing any,” I whispered. “It didn’t go with the gown so we just went without.”
His fingers found my sex, and slid a couple over my wet slit. He hissed out a breath when he found how hot and ready I was for him. “Shit…” He breathed as he fell on top of me. We fumbled with getting his pants undone and his hardened shaft jutted out. The tip of him teased my entrance before he pushed in. I gasped and felt my eyes water. He completely filled me and I knew not all of him was inside.
“Do you want more?” He moaned against my neck as he kissed it.
I wasn’t sure if I could take more but I also wanted to try to see how far I could go. “Yes,” I breathed. Ian slid more inside of me and a loud moan escaped my lips. I immediately covered my mouth in case the driver could hear me.
Ian pulled my hand away and crushed his lips on top of mine. “I don’t care if he hears you. I hope he does.” His voice feathered against my ears and made me shiver with a flurry of emotions. My body instantly responded to each thrust, pulling him in more.
He pushed in more and had a slow, rhythmic pace before he built up to a steady tempo. This time it still felt a bit uncomfortable but not the piercing agony as the first time we were together. Now, it was more pleasurable.
Ian moved faster, with each stroke emitting more sounds and moans from me. I clenched tighter around him, hugging his shaft and silently begging him not to stop, even when we were stuck in traffic.
“Damn, baby…” He moaned in my ear as he glided in and out of me. He felt so amazing inside me; only heaven would be a better feeling. “…I love the way you take me. You were meant for me. I was meant for you.”
I could only nod and moan as I clutched Ian’s back. I felt like I was being split in half but it wasn’t a piercing pain. He pushed in just enough and stopped when he knew it was too much for me. I wondered if I would ever be able to take all of him.
I felt my legs shake. My body began to spasm, and the soft quiver of my sex began to throb around his shaft, and my moans quieting down to soft mewls. The climax took over my body, seizing my train of thought, and made me feel completely limp and helpless. In the backseat of the Phantom, as we drove around L.A., I was about to have another orgasm.
“Is it mine?” He moaned.
“Yes, yes!” I screamed. My entire body quivered with pleasure as he furiously drove into me, claiming me as his. I clutched Ian’s arms as he gave me a few more strokes that sent me over the edge and I finally came.
I screamed his name out to the heavens as the orgasm rolled over and through my body, in a series of small aftershocks. I felt him tremble as he held back, deliberating pounding into me as I welcomed him to go deeper. He thrust into me a few more times before he pulled out and climaxed as well.
We laid together in a small and satiated silence before either of us spoke. It wasn’t just sex between us but I couldn’t describe it. Maybe I didn’t need to. I felt right with him in the moment. All was right with the world. “I never made love in the back of a Phantom.”
“There’s a first for everything,” Ian chuckled. He sat up, grabbed a napkin, and quickly cleaned off the leather seats, “I made a bit of a mess there.”
While I was a sucker for spontaneity, I also remembered how my 23-year-old self wasn’t ready for motherhood quite yet. “I can get on the Pill if that helps?”
“We’ll discuss birth control options later.” He threw away the napkin and pulled me closer to him. He covered what was left of my gown and bare back with his tuxedo jacket. “I just want to make sure you’re safe and happy.”
I felt my eyes began to close and I no longer wanted to fight sleep. I’m sure Ian was about to keep me up all night. “Very.”
Nine
The day was finally here – my sister is getting married.
After two years of dating and a super quick engagement, Adrienne and Blake were finally getting hitched at the Montage Laguna Beach. It was ultra-ritzy, ultra-posh, and of course, ultra-expensive.
It was totally Adrienne.
After throwing her a bachelorette party I would never forget and becoming friends with more drag queens than I can count, I met Adrienne at the resort the night before the wedding.
Ian had to supervise a celebrity birthday event at 3121 so he couldn’t attend the wedding rehearsal dinner with me, but I didn’t mind. I was swamped trying to get everything running smoothly for my sister’s big day. He did say he was going to attend the wedding.
I started to think about my own wedding day, whenever it’ll happen, and if Ian would be my groom. Granted, I can’t see anyone but Ian in my life, but nothing is ever guaranteed. And honestly, we’re not at that point in our relationship quite yet. It’s only been two months officially since the fateful night at the strip club. I know that was our anniversary date because Ian surprised me with a dozen pink roses a month later.
Our family and Blake’s relatives and friends were already situated in the hotel, with some driving in tomorrow from L.A. Of course, Sam wasn’t going to show up and he actually tried to discourage me from attending. I wasn’t going to argue with him about it. I also haven’t told him about my mother’s secret fortune he wanted to trash. Some things were best left unsaid.
“That was quite entertaining,” Adrienne entered her suite after a day full of rehearsals, topped off a dinner for the ages. Champagne flowed, embarrassing toasts were made, and well-wishes were given by all. It was so romantic and sweet. “We have a huge day ahead of us. This is my final day of being Adrienne Kimbrough. Tomorrow, I’ll be Adrienne Towney.”
“You sound all posh and stuff,” I walked in behind her and kicked off my shoes. We shared a suite with separate bedrooms. I hoped with Adrienne getting ready, it would be enough space. I was never too sure with her. “You sound like you’re from the good side of the tracks.”
Adrienne laughed as she removed her heels and began to take off her earrings. “It’s been a long time coming, for sure.”
“I’m surprised the rest of the party isn’t in here with you,” I noted. The suite was big enough for all seven of us with a little extra space.
“I thought about it but I see those girls all the time. I just wanted to spend some time with my sissy.” She patted the bed and I joined her.
“So, you’re getting married tomorrow,” I acknowledged and she nodded. “Then what?”
“Happily Ever After like those heteros.” She laughed. “We plan to be married for awhile until Blake gets pregnant,” Adrienne mentioned.
I blinked at my sister twice. I was so used to them as a couple, I keep forgetting
about the little twist they have. “You don’t want to change your parts?” I asked.
“What for?” Adrienne laughed at me. “It works for us. Our sex life is pretty amazing! Let me tell you, the other night…”
“Can you tell me how to get….how to get to Sesame Street!” I belt at the top of my lungs. The prude in me doesn’t want to hear about anyone’s sex life other than mine.
“I forgot the nun in you doesn’t want to hear it,” Adrienne conceded. “Speaking of living in a covenant, are you still pure?”
I shyly looked away for a brief moment but the smile on my face gave it all away. I turned back to my sister and her eyes are dancing for me to spill the piping hot tea. “No, I’m not.”
“Ahhhh!” She screeched and danced on the bed. “Give me all of the deets! Go!”
“I was mad at him, he saw me to do Amateur Night at the local strip joint as a fuck you back to him, I gave it up that night and it was the most excruciating experience of my entire life.” I vividly recalled. “The second time we did it in the backseat of a Phantom Rolls Royce while a driver drove us around L.A.” Adrienne fell off the bed. “Are you okay?”
Adrienne glanced up at me with eyes bigger than an owl’s. “You fucked in the back of a Rolls Royce as it was being driven?”
“We made love.” We did. It was so passionate and sweet. Later that night, we made love several times again. I found out how much stamina Ian really had and how I could surprisingly keep up with him. He was right; it got better each time we did it. Now all I wanted was to make love to him as much and often as I could.
“How big is he?” Adrienne asked. “Are we talking porn star pro? Is he all up in them guts every night?”
“I’ve never seen porn.” Speaking of which, I have a voyeuristic date with Sydney and Dean in a few days.
“Okay,” Adrienne searched all over the suite and somehow found a ruler. She handed it to me with a smirk on her face. “On a scale from ‘What the fuck is that?’ to ‘OMG, I can’t breathe!’, where is he?”
I studied the ruler and landed my finger between two numbers. “Right about there.”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” She yelled. “And width?”
“I don’t know how to measure width,” I shook my head.
“Pinch your two fingers together and see how far out they go to measure him.”
“I’m a little disturbed you’re an expert on this.” I questioned.
“Will you just do it?” She smiled. “I’m getting anxious.”
“Fine!” I stuck out two fingers and slowly moved them until I thought the width matched Ian. “How about that?”
Adrienne’s mouth fell open and she almost fell backwards again. “No wonder you were in pain. He tickled your intestines.”
“Anyway!” I laughed it off with her. “I need your advice. I want to become a better lover for him.”
“Okay,” she pulled her hair into a bun, like a teacher getting ready to instruct. “What do you want to know?”
“How to…you know…” I shook my hands.
“Okay, this,” Adrienne mocked me, “I’m not sure what that is. What is that? Is that a new type of hand job I’m unaware of?”
“How do I…” Gosh, even thinking about it made me blush. “…how do I give…”
“Head? Sloppy-toppy? A BJ? A lick around the lollipop?” She licked her lips.
I shook my head. My sister would be an expert on that. “If you have to say it like that…”
“Take notes!” She dropped a notepad and pen in front of me. “Relax your throat and use spit, a lot of it.” She suggested. “Use your hands to make a twisting motion in addition to sucking. When your mouth gets tired, use your hands. When your hands get tired, use your mouth. Play with it. Have fun. Don’t bite, though. We don’t like it when they bite.”
I hurriedly scribbled on the notepad. Relax. Spit. Hands. Twist. Suck. Don’t Bite. Seems easy enough. “Great!”
“And watch a lot of porn to get ideas,” she suggested, “you’ll discover some things you want to try there.”
“And porno…” I scribbled. “Awesome.” I glanced down at my notes again and was happy with what I wrote. “I think that’s good enough for now.”
“Good.” Adrienne fell back into bed and collapsed beside her. “My little sister is all grown up now.”
“My big sister is getting married.” We joined hands. “What a crazy ride this has been!”
“Very. But I’m so glad I have my sissy with me.” Adrienne kissed my hand. “We’re all we got, sis.”
With Sam attending to his own affairs and pretty much leaving me and Adrienne out in the cold – Candy called to let me know she was pregnant with his child a few days back – I didn’t have to wonder what Adrienne meant. It would really be just the two of us for the rest of our lives. “Indeed.”
~~~~~
I already missed the peace and quiet of the night before.
As I sat down getting my makeup and hair done, it was a nuthouse all over the suite. People coming in and out. Profanities sworn left and right. Ridiculous demands up and down. There was screaming, threats, shade thrown, and a few promises to beat the black off a few.
Surprisingly, none of that came from Adrienne; it was all of her bridesmaids.
I opened one eye and watched my sister sip a cup of chamomile tea as she studied the waves crash into the sand. She was alone on the balcony and wanted to just be with her thoughts. I couldn’t blame her. I was ready to jump into the ocean my damn self to get away from the circus in here.
“Dominique!” Someone called out. “You have a phone call!”
“Oh?” I grabbed the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey princess,” Ian’s baritone soothed me, “how is everything?”
Just hearing his voice put a much-needed smile on my face. I don’t think I realized how much I really missed him until that point. “Hey you,” I softly spoke into the phone, “how are you?”
“I’m great. How’s my woman doing? Are you running a tight ship there?”
“I’m running absolutely nothing,” I looked behind me and saw the circus ballooned into something bigger and I turned back away. “What’s up? What’s your status?”
“Something’s come up at the Gallery so I don’t know if I’ll be able to attend the wedding.”
My heart sank down to the pit of my stomach. What could’ve possibly come up at the Gallery today? “What’s going on?”
“I need to help Gerald with something so it might take up the time I need to get to the wedding. I’ll try to make it but I can’t guarantee anything.”
“Something’s come up today?” It was unbelievable. Out of all of the days…
“I’m sorry, Domi,” he replied, “I know you’re disappointed and all.”
“There are two other Fergusons who can take care of what needs to be done. You don’t have to be there at all, Ian.” I replied. “Just admit it, you don’t want to go to a trans wedding and I’ll give you more respect.”
“Domi, that has nothing to do with it, I promise you. Believe me when I say I can’t attend today because of business matters.”
“Oh yeah? What business?” I stood out from my chair. “What fucking business do you have when you can’t attend my sister’s wedding?” I was met with silence. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You don’t have any fucking business because you’re ashamed of my sister and you’re ashamed of me as an extension. You know what? Fuck you, fuck your family, and fuck everything Ferguson! We’re done.” I took my phone and threw it over the balcony. The hell with it. I needed to upgrade anyway.
I turned around and saw numerous eyes staring back at me. It seemed the circus slowed down long enough to hear the sweet and not-so innocent sister telling her now-ex-boyfriend to fuck right off. “What in the hell are you staring at?” I yelled. “We have a damn wedding to get to. Chop, chop!” I clapped twice. “And someone give me a damn drink!”
Adrienne came in behind me and put her arm a
round my shoulder. “Are you okay, sissy? I was about to grab the phone from you and tell him to suck my dick but it seemed you got it handled.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” No, I wasn’t. I was heartbroken, crushed, and devastated. But today wasn’t my day to wallow. I needed to be there for my sister on her big day. I’ll cry tonight when I’m alone. “It’s for the best. If he’s skipping the wedding because he’s uncomfortable than there’s no need to be him in my life at all.”
“Good for you.” Adrienne kissed my temple. “I’m very proud of you. Mama taught you well.” She left to get ready.
I wasn’t too sure about that. Mama would’ve told me to avoid Ian from a mile away. She also would’ve told me I might have overreacted.
