His Plus One

by Gemissant, Winter

  He stroked one, then the other, taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching it, working at it and teasing her. She could feel his erection in his pants as he pushed his weight against hers. She pushed back, grinding her hips against his, loving the feel of his cock hard against her thin silk panties. Samantha thrust her fingers inside herself as he bit down lightly on her nipple.

  Marcus caught her hand in one of his, and pulled her fingers out from her panties, and moved them to the clasp of his belt. Samantha understood, and worked at the leather belt, taking a few seconds of struggling concentration as he continued to tease her breasts. She stiffened again, her breath becoming ragged as he methodically pinched then tugged at first one pink, hard nipple, then the other. From the tip to the rounded edges he worked as she worked at his belt. Finally, when she thought she may never get the buckle to come undone, it did, and she quickly unzipped his pants to let loose his cock. She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed to be fucked, how much she’d missed having a bit of fun since she started going out with Tom. Here, now, Marcus with his hard cock, with his tongue on her nipple, with her back against the hard wooden door -- this is what she had needed. She let out a little moan of pleasure as delight rippled through her body.

  Samantha let her body succumb for a moment. She let the blinding ecstasy envelop her as he flicked her nipple with his tongue once more. She could feel her pussy becoming wetter, and she knew that pretty soon her panties were going to be completely soaked through. His cock was hard as she pressed her body against his, his breath was hot on her skin as he sucked at her nipples, but she could feel his hands moving to her hips, guiding her down, and so she knelt, taking his cock in her mouth, letting his tongue leave her nipples.

  He was large and hot in her mouth, and for a moment she wasn’t sure she could take him, but he was hard in her mouth and she moaned a little as she began to move her tongue over his erection, this time taking on the role of tease as she worked at him, flicking her tongue in just the right places. She could feel him stiffen inside her, she could feel his hands -- those large, steady hands -- in her hair, pulling and tugging at her, encouraging her on as she sucked him off.

  “You’ll be in the crowd watching me get married later,” Marcus said, his voice low and controlled even as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, making him shudder involuntarily for a moment. “You’ll be in that crowd and the Wedding March will begin to play and you’re going to be thinking of my cock, aren’t you?” His voice was tight and still deeply controlled but she could hear the pleasure beneath that control. It was as though he took just as much pleasure in the cheating as he did in the blow job. “You’ll be sitting there, watching me kiss my bride, but your thoughts are going to be elsewhere, you’re going to be thinking of my cock in your mouth right here, hours before. Or maybe you’ll be thinking of --” he paused for a moment, letting his head fall back slightly as she sucked his cock harder. “Or maybe you’ll be thinking of my hands on your breasts, sucking your nipples, is that what you’ll be thinking of when you’re sitting at the reception, watching us take our first dance?” He stopped again, his breath hot and heavy, she could feel he was getting harder, getting closer to the edge as he spoke and as she sucked. He spoke faster. “Or what about when we kiss -- you’ll be thinking of my mouth inside you, my tongue on your wet, hot pussy, right here, right now, in this little cottage a hundred feet away from the beach where we’ll say our vows. You’ll be congratulating us but you’ll really be thinking of me fucking you, of you sucking me off.”

  She did not pause to answer, instead took him deeper inside her, let him thrust down her throat as she willed her body to accept him, opening her throat. It was dirty, what he was saying, but here she was with the groom’s cock in her mouth, her dress torn and on the floor, her nipples reddening, and her throbbing, begging pussy wetter than ever, so Samantha hardly thought his words were the most horrible naughty thing about the whole affair. It was dirty, and she loved it. She smiled a wicked little smile, letting her teeth graze his sensitive skin just barely enough for him to stiffen, pulling her hair harder, with more urgency. ‘Yes’ she wanted to say, ‘Yes, when I’m sitting there watching you say I do, I’m going to think of what it was like to fuck you,’ but she didn’t, instead let the words seep into her consciousness, hoping he would sense her reply as she sucked harder, taking him deep in her mouth.

  He came hard, bursting his hot, sticky fluids into her mouth, and she took him, swallowed him, felt him slide down her throat with satisfaction. Slowly, she let his cock pull from her mouth. Her pussy still throbbed, and her nipples were sore from the insistent teasing Marcus had given them. She stood, prepared to make her exit now that the deed had been done, but then she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing, willing her to stand still. She felt unsteady on her feet, dizzy from the exchange, and she wiped a little of his sticky fluid from her ruby-red mouth in satisfaction.

  “Leaving so soon?” he asked, that gleam still apparent in his hazel eyes. He clearly had other plans, and as he cocked his head in mild amusement, he let his hands stray to her hips, stroking the soft, smooth skin there. A tingle of warmth echoed through Samantha’s body. His fingers touched the silk fabric of her panties, tugging them off deliberately, letting them fall silently to the wood floor. He turned her around then, pushing her gently to the bed that lay across from the door. The sheets were cool and smooth on her back as he pushed her down, and her nipples were pink and erect.

  His mouth -- his hot, wet mouth that she had wanted to kiss ever since she’d met him that night in the bar -- was on her stomach then, kissing her firm, taut skin, letting his lips graze her body lightly, but deliberately. Then he moved down, brushing her hips with his lips, and then his tongue was on her pussy, exploring her, and she moaned. Her clit throbbed, and her hips moved, she needed him to go deeper, to taste her harder. She wanted to push his head down further inside of her, but doing so would be awkward, she couldn’t quite reach, so she lay back, letting his tongue explore her wet, aching folds.

  Outside she could hear the muffled voices of other wedding guests. And here they were, the groom and a random Plus One, his head between her legs, her naked sprawled out on the bed, his tongue tasting her and licking at her folds, sucking at her sensitive places. A ripple of pleasure at their deviance tore through her body, and she bucked her hips a little involuntarily.

  “Tsk, not now, not yet,” murmured Marcus, looking up for only an instant from his work.

  Her pussy begged for more, she wanted him inside her harder, deeper. His tongue was methodical in its movement, wet and exploratory. She felt almost dizzy, and she arched her back, reading her hands out to clasp the headboard of the bed, to steady her body with its firmness. As she moved, he thrust his tongue deeper inside her, and grasped her thighs with his hands, holding her down, pushing her legs firmly to the bed. He dove deeper with his tongue, and her pussy pulsed. Samantha held tightly to the headboard, willing herself to not to come, not yet, Marcus had told her to wait, but his tongue was in her folds, caressing her skin, the groom was sending ripples of naughty pleasure through her body, and Samantha couldn’t wait any longer.

  She came, her back arching with the release, and the cry that formed on her lips was full of pleasure and undulating ecstasy. She could feel her clit throbbing, her body fluttering in and out, each wave stronger than the next. She closed her eyes, letting the experience overwhelm her, letting the feel of his hands on her thighs and her fingers wrapped around the headboard and his tongue inside her melt together into a dizzying cataclysm of delight. Slowly, the waves of pleasure receded, and she could hear herself and Marcus breathing hard, panting in the heat of the room, which was full of the musky scent of sex.

  “Don’t you have other things to spend your time doing today?” she asked coyly. She reached out a finger to touch the ruby-red lipstick mark that had appeared on his naked shoulder and rubbed at it, removing the stain of their deeds with her fin
gers.

  Marcus shook his head. “No. I planned on spending the day preparing for my wedding, and that is exactly what I did.” He planted a kiss on her hips before she tugged her panties back up. “Thank you for making me ready for my wedding night,” he breathed in her ear, his breath hot to her skin. There was a hint of naughtiness beneath his thanks.

  Samantha lifted herself from the bed, and searched for her panties, which she spotted lying on the floor near the door where he’d dropped them.

  “Preparing people for their weddings is what I do best,” she purred, pleased with herself.

  About the Author

  Winter Gemissant is a sexy techie who likes to think up these stories in her spare time, of which there is not much since she writes other things under her real name too. They are not as fun as erotica though! If you liked this story, be sure to try some of her other works too.