Wicked Wedding- Part One

by Brooke Page

  He smirked, kissing my cheek with moist lips. “Not from whom I wanted, but I got way more than I bargained for that night, didn’t I?” He was toying with me, wanting to relive the passion that passed between us. “Sweet, precious, Chloe. I’d been warned over a dozen times to keep my hands to myself, but I couldn’t help it that night, and neither could you.”

  Josh’s lips moved down my chin, then to the pulse point on my neck, his voice still in a low whisper. “They all got wind the stars of the basketball team had joined the party and left the two of us all alone in warm bubbles. What happened then?” Slow, deep, kisses caressed further down my neck and to my shoulder. He was so intense, and my mind was frazzled.

  I opened my mouth, but no words came out. His tongue darted out and licked my sensitive skin, causing me to groan. “It was a long time ago.”

  “Feels like just yesterday,” he murmured, bringing his lips back to the shell of my ear. “You wouldn’t look at me. The tension was there like always, and I couldn’t help but move next to you while the rest of the house was worshipping those cocky athletes. Including Malcolm.”

  Both his hands caressed down my arms, leaving goosebumps for tracks on my skin. Grabbing my wrist, he raised it to his mouth, peppering kisses along my palm and fingers. “Such soft hands. Even underwater.” The warmth of his tongue slid between my fingers.

  I swallowed, squeezing my thighs together in search of friction.

  His eyes met mine, catching me watch his tongue tease my skin. “Did you like how my cock felt in your hand?”

  I didn’t respond, only closed my eyes, trying to contain the roar of pent up sexual tension.

  Moving my hand from his mouth, he guided it to the bulge in his pants. My eyes shot open, catching Josh staring with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “I know I liked it.”

  A tremor ran down my arm and into my palm. The lust that was on the verge of exploding begged to give in and squeeze him, remind him just how bad he wanted me.

  “When I’m in the shower, I imagine my hand is yours.” My fingers laced with his, rubbing his thick cock over top of his dress pants. “You don’t need me to guide you, baby. That night in the hot tub was perfect.”

  “It was a mistake,” I squeaked, still upset with myself for letting another man put his hands on me while I was already taken. “I never should have done that to Malcolm.”

  “Fuck Malcolm,” He muttered, planting more kisses along my neck, grinding his erection into my hand. “He doesn’t deserve you. Not after all he’s put you through.”

  I groaned in frustration, moving my hand to clutch a fistful of his hair. His mouth was more direct along my neck, his teeth scraping as he nipped. I should have shoved him off me, but it felt too good. My body was betraying me, and I couldn’t blame it.

  He was all kinds of sexy, the bad boy I always desired but was too paranoid to divulge in.

  What did I really have to lose? I’d already been dumped on my wedding day by a man who I thought shared the same desires, hopes, and dreams as me. Giving into lust sounded like the perfect cure for my shattered heart.

  If Malcolm knew, he’d be irate. He hated when Josh would interact with me and would make his presence clear the moment Josh would show the slightest bit of interest in me. The nervous and anxious feeling of disappointing Malcolm fizzled, and lust took over.

  I tugged on his hair, getting a moan out of him. His eyes were wild when they met mine, desire exuding from them. Not able to control the passion any longer, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my mouth to his, melting our lips together in a heated kiss. He groaned into my mouth, moving one hand around my waist and the other in my hair, tugging it gently by the nape of my neck.

  My mouth parted in shock of his forceful grasp. Josh took advantage, swiping his tongue inside to mingle with mine. He was warm and tasted divine.

  “Chloe,” he breathed, releasing my tongue and placing his forehead against mine. My mouth clamped onto his bottom lip, sucking needily. I made the decision to give in, and I wasn’t going to stop. I had too much pent up tension, too much emotion, putting my body into overdrive. I needed to be devoured, taken as if someone was starved for me, and the passion in Josh’s eyes spoke volumes. He was desperate for me, and it made my broken heart beat into overdrive.

  His hand rested on my jaw, gently releasing my mouth from his. “We shouldn’t do this here,” his voice broke when he swallowed, his breath still heavy with need. “You can’t possibly want this right now.”

  Now, he was going to put on the brakes? I don’t think so. My hand moved from his nape to his waist, skimming where his button-up black shirt was tucked into his pants, pulling the fabric from his waistband. “I know what I want right now.”

  The ridges of his abdomen clenched under my touch, my core growing hungry to see the muscles that were hidden beneath. He’d been shirtless in the backyard of the fraternity house many times. Malcolm would always mutter about his lack of clothing, especially when he’d catch me looking. He was always in top shape, and I daydreamed about what he’d feel like pressed against my own naked body.

  Josh let out a guttural groan from deep within his chest, his hands trapping my waist. “You really want to play now? So many other times we could have been naughty together, and you pick now? On the day you were going to be married?”

  My hand slipped to his belt, deftly undoing on the leather. “I’ve never wanted to be so naughty in my life.” It was the truth. My brain was scattered along with my emotions, and a hard, quick fuck from the resident playboy would distract me.

  Freeing his dress pants, I traced the tips of my fingers through the stubble of shaved pubic hair, anxious to find what was at the end of the path. Once my fingertips reached the root of his cock, my hand became greedy, firmly grasping his thick length underneath his boxers. He was bigger than I remembered in the hot tub a few years ago. I left him hanging then because of guilt, but now, I was ready to finish the job, and he damn well better return the favor.

  He hissed, one hand moving from my waist to grasp my hair, pulling my head to the side and planting his lips back on my neck. He’d nip then suck, tracing his tongue along the spots where he had nibbled. I whimpered at the quick movement, basking in the feeling of his mouth on one of the most sensitive spots of my body.

  The frenzy took over, my hand pumping more dominantly. Excitement grew within me as I stroked him, curious how he’d fit in my needy sex. His cock was twitching hungrily for more.

  Josh bit down on my pulse point, causing me to let out a moan of satisfaction. His hand shot up from my waist, cover my mouth instantly. Moving his head back so we were eye to eye, he hushed me. “Shh… Not out here,” he warned.

  My quick breath slowed against the palm of his hand. With hooded eyes, I continued sliding my hand up and down his cock with a strong grasp, but the movement slowed, matching the heave of his chest.

  Cautiously removing his hand from my mouth, he traced down the front of my neck and over my chest.

  “Your heart’s racing,” he murmured, trailing his hand lower to the top of my cleavage. His eyes followed. “Your tits look great in this dress. You had a yellow one on at the Spring formal that made them look fucking delicious. I could see your nipples whenever you came outside. I’ve never wanted to suck on a girl’s tits as bad as I did that night.”

  I bit my lip to hold in my moan, loving his filthy mouth. Malcolm never did more than heavy breathing and grunting when we’d make love. The thought sent a sharp pain in my chest. I closed my eyes, visions of Malcom thrusting above me on constant replay. His forehead would crinkle as if he were in deep concentration, sweat dripping from his nose and onto my face. I’d never have that reality again.

  At one point, fucking Josh would destroy Malcolm. I’d hold onto that thought, hoping giving in to Josh for the night would put a dagger in his heart.

  His hair was thick between my fingers. Grasping it, I hauled him back to my mouth. My kiss was frantic, matching the rising speed
of my hand thrusting his cock. I needed to feel the attraction between us, desiring for it to mask my anxiety and overwhelming fears of being alone disappear along with Malcolm.

  He greedily accepted my kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. With strong fingers, he moved his hand beneath my dress and hitched my leg over his hip. I could feel his erection against my core, hot and heavy, wanting to break through my lace panties. The pressure building low in my belly was causing a sensation to tingle throughout my body. I no longer had control. My impatient fingers guided his thick cock to my center, rubbing the tip between my folds, the only barrier between us being the thin scrap of fabric.

  I could move my panties to the side, let him fuck me, then maybe the evening wouldn’t be so miserable. An orgasm could fix my pain, even if it were momentarily.

  Just as my pinky finger caught the edge of the fabric, he swiftly swung me around, my front now pressing against the bite of the brick wall.

  Hovering over my body from behind, his hand slid up my front, squeezing a clothing covered nipple on the way to the base of my throat. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear. “You want me to fuck you out here? When anyone could walk behind this wall and see us?”

  My mouth went dry. “It’d be the highlight of my night,” I panted, arching my back and wiggling against him in search for his warm skin.

  “More than just the night,” he rasped, hiking the back of my dress up, caressing my behind along the way. “I should have known you liked the thrill of being in public. Since you jerked me off in the hot tub that night when someone could have called us out on it.”

  “I didn’t stop,” I whispered, fighting my conscious from calling myself a huge slut.

  “They had no idea your hand was on my cock, did they?” He played on the waistband of my underwear, causing them to tighten against my clit. When I went to moan, two fingers slid inside my mouth to hush me. I teased them with my tongue, licking between them, then sucking, wanting him to know what my mouth was capable of doing when in action.

  He growled and bit down on my ear. “Naughty girl.” The smooth, velvety skin of his cock brushed against my ass cheek, and I moaned when he squeezed my butt then smacked it. The quick swat startled me, but more surprisingly, I liked it. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he hoisted my hips so his dick could rub between my lips.

  Fuck, I shouldn’t have worn panties.

  Reading my wishes, Josh gripped my panties and tore them from my waist, tossing them on the ground. I inhaled a sharp breath, then held it in as his lips grazed down my spine.

  I had never had such an urge to be naked.

  Soon he was on his knees behind me, peeling my dress above my waist. My ass was right there, out in the open, and the only thought on my brain was wondering what he was going to do next.

  The warmth of his tongue traced each cheek while his hands captured each globe, kneading them in unison. My core was throbbing. His thumbs were dangerously close, causing the ache to build.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded, spreading my skin with his hands so I was open for him to see all of me. “So smooth,” he purred, running his thumb from my perineum to my entrance. I shuddered, my legs trembling from the slight pressure he placed on the opening. When I pushed back in hopes his finger would fill me, he moved his thumb, and I whimpered.

  “Greedy girl,” he murmured. “You’ll have to be patient.”

  Tipping my head back, I groaned. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

  Josh blew his hot breath against my core, his hands still massaging each ass cheek. “No one knows about the bar on the back deck, we’ve got time. The new asshole that owns this place won’t care if I take a break.”

  The only reason I came out this way was to get away from people. I had no idea another bar would be set up outside, and this was my wedding. Not sure his boss would approve of his extracurricular activities during his break.

  More warmth brushed my center, and just when I thought I was going to go insane, his soft, gentle tongue touched the soft flesh of my folds, licking each side steadily, then dived in between, teasing my opening with his moist heat.

  My back arched, my legs widening, begging for his tongue to keep exploring. “This is so wrong,” I moaned under my breath.

  “Why?” He questioned, releasing one cheek so he could run his finger between my folds. “You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been eager for this too, haven’t you?”

  “No,” I lied.

  A low growl erupted from his chest, then two of his long fingers slipped inside my core. I clenched them greedily, holding in my groan of satisfaction.

  He nipped my butt, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. “You sure about that?”

  My hips had a mind of their own, pressing back into his hand, wanting to control the speed of his skilled fingers, but Josh wouldn’t have that. He was one for control.

  His big hands grasped my hips, holding me still. I whimpered at the loss of his fingers. Just when I was going to beg for more, the heat of his breath returned to my center, his tongue thrusting recklessly into my entrance. “Yes…” I panted through dry lips. “That feels amazing.”

  Hands grasped my ass again, his slick tongue moving in and out at a rapid pace. He was fucking me with his tongue, a motion I wasn’t used to. Malcolm hardly ever went down on me, and when he did, it was never this intense.

  My hips shook, needing the pending release. Just as I was about to explode, he leaned backward, twisting my hips so my back was against the brick.

  Wasting no time, Josh rested my thigh on his shoulder, planting his mouth on my mound. The back of my head thudded against the brick wall, basking in the new sensation.

  “I want you to watch,” he commanded.

  Fighting my insecurities, I tilted my head down and opened my eyes. He smirked, darting his tongue outward to caress my sensitive nub. Circling his tongue slowly, his eyes were glued to mine. My breath was shallow from his movements, but those eyes… they were devious, controlling my actions with the slightest twinkle.

  His tongue stopped, a smirk settling on his face as he looked up at me. “You like watching?”

  Offering him my own smirk, I ran my hands through his hair, then guided his mouth back to my clit. He obeyed, continuing the delicious torture on the most sensitive part of my body. I gave into the sensation, closing my eyes and lavishing in the feeling.

  He did the same, but his concentration focused on me. He picked up on every little hitch of my breath, repeating the same pulsing suck that made my body tremble. The sounds he released were sexy as hell, causing the pressure to build more and more. The way he released air through his nose, the little sighs, and grunts that escaped him when he’d hit a rhythm that’d get a reaction out of me, was pushing me to orgasm as much as the movements of his tongue.

  I was on edge now, and Josh knew it. His speed intensified, flicking his tongue as if he were rubbing it to make a fire. My hands grasped his dark locks, my hips gyrating to chase the impending explosion. Clenching my ass with his hands, he brought me to him, sucking so wildly that if I weren’t on the verge or orgasm it’d be painful. My lips trembled open, preparing my body for release. Warmth spread through me, and Josh grunted, feeling the impending shock on his mouth. Taking his hand, he inserted two fingers, pushing the final detonation inside of me.

  He rose to his feet, knowing I was a millisecond from bursting, finishing me off with his hand so his mouth could swallow my moans of pleasure. My hands clung to him, my nails digging into his shirt as my body spasmed. The speed of his fingers slowed but remained crammed into my core.

  His fingers felt divine, but I wanted more of him. Running my hand down his chest, I found his unbuttoned pants, slyly reaching underneath his boxers. He was as hard as stone, eager to be touched.

  His mouth slowed against mine, his hand still moving in and out of my still throbbing core. “That hand of yours…” he panted into my mouth. His shoulders slumped, the movements of his hands b
ecoming frazzled against my skin.

  I was prepared to give in and rub him until he lost all control, but at the same time, I wanted more. Being greedy wasn’t something I was okay with, but today, I felt like the world owed me something, and if that something was finally getting a taste of Josh Titlist, then I’d take it.

  My hand began moving at a steadier pace, dragging out our time together. Who knew what would happen the moment he came. For all I knew he would ignore me and scratch my name off in his little black book.

  Josh didn’t like the change of pace. He wanted more. Ripping my wrist from his cock, he pinned it against the wall, then grabbed my thigh hitching it over his hip.

  My insides flipped with excitement by his dominance, beyond anxious for what was about to happen. I could feel the tip of his cock nudging between my folds, sliding easily.

  “You’re so soft and wet, I can’t take it anymore,” he muttered against my lips, finally thrusting inside of me. My core clenched, still tight from the previous orgasm. He stilled inside of me, well aware of the blissful discomfort I was feeling.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll go slower.” Kissing my lips tenderly, he gently slipped out, allowing my body to adjust. It felt fantastic after the first few strokes, like his cock was meant to push my limits and drive me into pleasure town.

  My mouth mingled with his the more relaxed my body became, my hands urging his hips to move at a faster pace. He didn’t think twice, following the way my hands guided him. I didn’t think another orgasm would be possible, but the way he fit inside of me made my stomach clench, revving until I was ready to take off again.

  He shoved the strap of my dress down, kissing the exposed skin delicately. His movements were fluid and well thought out, not selfish like I’d been used to. I’d never been with a man who spent time on my needs. Come to think of it, Malcolm rarely got me off on his own, we had to use a toy, and the moment I’d come, he’d be plowing into me with reckless abandon, not giving a rat’s ass if I was comfortable or close again.