by Dania Voss
She unbuttoned his pants and he put his hands on hers to stop her from going any further. “What are you doing?”
Abbey looked up at him, smiling slyly. “What do you think? I’m going to suck that big dick of yours, just the way you like it.” She started to unzip his pants but he held her hands still.
“But I want to fuck you. So bad. Let’s just go back to my hotel room.” Luke started zipping up his pants but Abbey stopped him this time.
She chuckled. She would have loved to leave and go back to his room. But they couldn’t, not yet. “We can’t leave right now. There’s still the cutting of the cake and bouquet and garter toss to get through, at least. We’re the maid of honor and best man. We should stick around until the end of the night, don’t you think?”
He leaned back in his chair and sighed. “I guess so. But I think Jake would understand if we bailed out now.” Luke stuck out his lower lip, pouting like cute a little boy. Cute for a thirty-year-old, six-foot-four professional baseball player.
She laughed at his logic. “Maybe, but I doubt my family would. Let me take care of you now and then later you can fuck me real good.” Abbey had never been much for dirty talk, unless it was with Luke. She found that with Luke, she felt free enough to be something other than the computer nerd she normally was. She could be fun, flirty, or filthy and he never judged her. Never made her feel self-conscious or ashamed. In fact, the dirtier the better as far as he was concerned.
With an exaggerated sigh and nod of his head, he acquiesced. “Fine, but after the reception your tight little pussy is mine and maybe we skip brunch tomorrow so I can fuck you all day. How about that?”
Abbey unzipped his pants, pulling his boxer briefs, t-shirt, and shirt out of the way. “How about we worry about brunch tomorrow?”
Her mouth watered once his long hard cock was fully uncovered. He is definitely bigger than I remember. Luke’s engorged purple head glistened with pre-cum at the tip. The long blue vein stretching along his length pulsed.
Abbey leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, his salty essence exploding on her tongue. She breathed him in, loving the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk. So sexy, masculine … so Luke. She’d missed this. Luke had been her first. He’d taught her everything about sex. Taught her exactly how to please him.
Luke hissed when she sucked on the head and gripped her hair. The little sting of pain turned her on even more. “Take all of me, Abbey,” he whispered.
Emboldened, she sucked Luke’s hot, hard cock as far down her throat as she could. She breathed through her nose to avoid gagging. So big. He groaned loudly and she sucked him in earnest.
Abbey found a comfortable rhythm that he seemed to enjoy and when she looked up at him, he had his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth was open, panting. The muscles in his neck strained and his jugulars pulsed.
Thrilled to her very core, she gently squeezed his heavy sac, feeling the coarse hairs in her palm. Luke pumped his hips, fucking her face with a steady rhythm.
“I’m not going to last, Abbey. Oh God. Swallow every fucking drop.”
He pumped his hips faster and held on to her head tighter, the sting of her scalp almost too much. “Oh fuck, Abbey!” Luke shot ribbon after ribbon of hot salty cum down her throat. She struggled to swallow it all down. Does he come more now too? She managed not to miss a drop although she wasn’t sure how. He slumped back in his chair, gasping for air, and let go of her head.
Abbey licked Luke’s deflating dick clean, carefully tucked him into his pants, and zipped him back up. She stayed put, proudly kneeling between his legs, waiting for him to drift back down to earth.
Luke slowly opened his eyes, his pupils still dilated, and flashed Abbey a cocky grin. “Best head ever, princess.” Luke sat up straighter and reached out to her.
Abbey rolled her eyes even though she knew she’d taken good care of her man. At that moment, it felt like Luke was once again her man. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself but hoped he would be from now on. She had to admit though, she was afraid.
Luke moved her so she sat across his lap. He pressed his lips to hers and she opened to him without hesitation. His tongue gently massaged hers, as though he didn’t care if he tasted himself on her. So hot. She felt Luke start to get hard again beneath her and giggled.
“Like I said. Best. Head. Ever.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm on her skin. “I’m starting to get hard again, princess. I can’t get enough of you. You sure we can’t quietly slip out of here?”
Abbey was tempted, so tempted. She couldn’t do that to her sister, though. Luke would have to act like an adult and behave until it was the appropriate time for them to leave.
She stood up and finger combed her messy hair. She cringed at what she thought she must look like now. First from crying and then from being with Luke. And she needed to put her shoes back on. She hoped Rocco still had them.
Luke stood and grabbed Abbey’s evening bag, handing it to her. “I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. You’re beautiful, princess.” He kissed her lightly on lips, forehead, and the corner of each eye. He made her feel like a princess, he always had.
“Good thing Angel gave us all a makeup touch up bag,” she said as Luke led them out of the room into the hallway. Rocco and the rest of Luke’s security detail were waiting a few feet away near the leather couches against the wall across from the restrooms.
She and Luke must have been overheard as a few wedding guests and restaurant patrons were milling around with curious expressions on their faces. Abbey felt herself blush as she and Luke walked over to Rocco. He handed Luke her shoes and winked.
Abbey went to take them from him, but he shook his head, indicating she should sit. She plopped down on one of the couches and he kneeled down in front of her. He made a show of putting her shoes on for her. To add insult to injury, she could hear a few people clicking photos as he hammed it up. Goofball.
Abbey got up and walked toward the ladies restroom door with Luke hot on her heels. “Luke, just give me a minute to freshen up, and we’ll rejoin everyone, all right?”
“Fine.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Then when you say the time is right, we go back to my hotel room and I get to fuck you,” he whispered.
Abbey’s body warmed and hummed with anticipation. She could hardly wait.
Chapter Nine
Luke posed for a few photos with the servers cleaning up Jake and Cassie’s banquet room. It was a quarter past midnight and although he’d wanted to leave the reception much earlier, he was glad Abbey insisted they stay.
Maybe he was sentimental or some shit, but Luke had enjoyed watching Cassie miss Jake’s mouth with his piece of wedding cake. Jake had been a good sport about it and had carefully fed Cassie her piece, but then she ended up playfully biting his thumb. It was sweet and Luke couldn’t be happier for his big brother.
The cake was delicious. Luke had gobbled up a huge piece himself. Moist yellow cake filled with real strawberry filling and rich buttercream frosting. Abbey was around here somewhere with a huge chunk of it in a to-go container. He had plans for that cake once they got back to his hotel room.
“How fun! You caught the garter,” the sweet brunette server told Luke as she double-checked the selfies they’d just taken.
“Go figure. I guess I can catch too, huh,” Luke answered her with a smile. He was wearing the white lacy garter with a blue satin ribbon on his left arm. The silver charm with Jake’s and Cassie’s names and wedding date sparkled from the overhead lighting.
“Oh right, because you’re a pitcher. Thanks for the pictures, Luke. I appreciate it. I better
finish up so I can head home. Bye.” She put some dirty glasses in a plastic container on top of a wheeled cart and rolled it to the kitchen.
Luke exited the banquet room doors and met up with Rocco and Jake. Jake looked as happy as he had the minute he’d married Cassie earlier that afternoon. Cassie was pregnant but
Jake was nearly glowing himself.
Rocco clapped Jake on the shoulder. “The gifts are loaded up and we’ll drop them off at your condo. Your folks have the wedding card box.”
“Thanks, man. We’ll see you at brunch around noon then?”
Rocco gave Jake a curt nod. “I’ll be there.”
Luke had been amused, watching Rocco and Hannah circle each other all evening. Both of them reluctant to fully relax and enjoy each other’s company, It was obvious there was something going on between the cute event planner and the Italian.
Luke hadn’t missed that Rocco seemed disappointed when Hannah hadn’t caught the bouquet. Hannah hadn’t intended on joining the single ladies in the tradition at first, but Abbey and Leah had dragged her out on to the dance floor. Leah had made an aggressive play and caught it. Although the big Italian Marine had put in a good effort, Luke had easily snagged the garter nearly out of Rocco’s hands.
He couldn’t resist teasing the man. “So, after Jake and Cass come back from their honeymoon, are you going to bring Hannah to their place for the wedding gift reveal party?”
Rocco didn’t respond.
“Did you ask her, at least?” Jake asked.
Rocco ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “I asked her, what’s the big deal?”
Thank God for small miracles. “The big deal is you’re both obviously interested but holding back for no good reason.” Luke blew out a frustrated breath. Why was Rocco being so difficult about this? Hannah Hailey was a terrific woman. Pretty, smart, hardworking—Rocco could do a hell of a lot worse.
“Did she agree to come with you?” Jake asked.
Rocco nodded sadly but from Luke’s perspective, he should have been happy. “Yes.”
Jake’s smile beamed. “All right then, that’s great news. I like her, Cassie does too. This is a good thing, Roc. Relax and go with it.”
Rocco took a deep breath and shrugged again. He seemed unsure. “We’ll see. I better get going. See you at brunch.” Rocco man-hugged Jake and turned to Luke.
“Your shoulder holding up okay?”
Earlier in the evening Luke, Hannah, and Rocco has used Carlo Antonetti’s office to quickly reapply the emu oil cream to Luke’s sore shoulder. Carlo had helped Rocco re-secure his shoulder support and Luke had taken another couple of pain pills.
Luke rolled his shoulder, feeling only a dull ache. He would be fine. He wasn’t about to let a little shoulder soreness keep him from getting his hands on Abbey and fucking her until she begged him to stop. Not that he would.
“Yeah, man. I’m fine,” he told Rocco.
Rocco nodded and left, leaving Luke and Jake in the hallway alone. “Heath gone?”
“Leah dragged him out of here a little while ago.” Jake thought a moment. “He wasn’t resisting too much.”
Luke chuckled. Leah was determined, he’d give her that. He only hoped she didn’t live to regret it. “You think those two will be all right?” Luke wasn’t sure what Heath’s issue was with getting together with Leah, but he didn’t want to see either of them get hurt. Leah had been like a kid sister to Luke all these years and Heath his other big brother. Things could get complicated. He didn’t want to have to take sides if things went south.
Jake appeared somber. “Win, lose, or draw, I hope they give a relationship a shot. As long as Heath gives it his best, I’ll be all right with whatever happens. I think there’s real potential for them.”
Luke nodded. He hoped so. Good luck, you two. His heart swelled and his dick twitched when Abbey emerged from the ladies’ restroom with Cassie. Both of their smiles lit up the hallway.
Jake made a beeline for Cassie and took her hand. “Ready to head out Mrs. Tyler?”
Cassie beamed at Jake. “You bet I am, Mr. Tyler.”
Luke took the container of wedding cake from Abbey and the four of them walked to the curb where two limousines were waiting. It was still warm out with a gentle breeze. Antonetti’s outdoor lighting wasn’t too bright but allowed for them to see fairly well, even late at night.
Luke had insisted on a separate car for each couple and Jake, for once, hadn’t put up a fight. Jake wanted some alone time with his new bride on the way to the Fairchild Hotel. Luke couldn’t blame him.
After Jake helped Cassie into the waiting limo, he turned and hugged Luke tight. “Thanks for everything today, Luke. We appreciate it.”
Luke hugged Jake back, happy he was able help make the day special for him and Cassie. “No need to thank me, big brother. I only wish you would have let me do more.”
Abbey held on to Luke’s hand as they both watched Jake’s and Cassie’s car make its way through the parking lot. Abbey’s hand, small and warm in his, made Luke feel protective and grounded. He’d missed touching her so much. She had a way of making him feel at peace.
Once they couldn’t see Jake’s and Cassie’s car taillights any longer, their driver helped Abbey into their limo. Luke slid inside beside her, sinking into the plush leather seat.
The dim lighting inside the limo cast a halo around his princess, making her seem almost ethereal. To Luke, she was and always would be.
“Let me know when we’re close to the Fairchild,” he called out to the driver.
“Yes sir, Mr. Stryker,” the driver replied and then rolled up the privacy partition.
Abbey worried her plump lower lip. Luke felt the blood rush to his cock as he recalled the amazing blowjob she’d given him in the small banquet room earlier that evening.
“Are you upset we stayed until the end of the night?”
Luke reached out to her, pulling her onto his lap. She snuggled into him, warm and soft. I’ve missed this. Being close like this.
“Well…” he began. “At first I just wanted to leave so I could fuck you. But I have to admit, staying was nice. I’m glad you talked me into it.”
She kissed him lightly on the lips, her warmth spreading through him. “Good, I’m glad. I think their reception was amazing. I think everyone had a great time.”
Luke kissed her neck against her fluttering pulse, causing her to moan softly. “I think you’re right, princess. But now, I get you all to myself.”
He felt her shiver and he couldn’t help but feel ten feet tall. She appeared to want him as much he wanted her. He shifted her on the seat until she was below him and he was stretched out on top of her. He pressed his hard cock against her belly and she squirmed beneath him.
Abbey ran her fingers through his hair. Luke couldn’t get enough of her touch. He claimed her lips and demanded entry. He was finished waiting, he’d waited all day for her. She was his. Always had been, always would be.
Luke growled in satisfaction when she eagerly opened for him, plunging his tongue into her waiting mouth. Their tongues wrestled vigorously as they rode to the Fairchild Hotel, the motion of the moving car adding to their excitement.
Luke pressed his hard dick against Abbey again, and she pulled at his hair, the sting of his scalp driving him crazy. They ended their kiss, both of them gasping for breath. “See what you do to me? I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
“I’m so glad. I love your hard dick, Luke,” she murmured.
Abbey would have to wait for his dick. Luke had something else in mind for this princess. His mouth watered for a taste of her. He quickly positioned her so she was sitting upright. He kneeled down in front her on the carpeted limousine floor and took her shoes off.
She placed her hands on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
Luke smiled up at her and waggled his brows. “Going to get a taste of what I’ve been craving all day.”
Even in the dim light of the limo, he could see the excitement in her eyes. His girl loved getting her pussy licked. When they were younger, and he’d first asked her if he could eat her out, she’d been too shy. Eventually, he’d convinced her to trust him and let him try it. Since the first time she came from his tongue, she’d never refused him again.
Luk
e ran his hands up her legs, disappointed to find she had full hose on, not thigh highs. She had a full-length slip on too. Too many clothes.
Abbey helped him by lifting her ass up and bunching the skirt of her dress up to her waist. Luke yanked the hose off, not caring if he tore them. She wore sexy lace panties the same color as her dress. He admired them for a second, noticing the damp stain in the middle. Good, she was wet and ready for him. He tore her panties off and brought them to his nose. He inhaled her musky essence and groaned. So sweet, so Abbey.
“Hey! I got those special. They match my dress,” Abbey complained, though there wasn’t much bite in her tone.
He snickered and put the panties in his pocket. “I’ll get you another pair. Now spread those legs, baby, let me look at my pussy.”
Abbey smirked. “Your pussy?”
Luke raised a brow and took a hold of her legs. “Damn straight it’s mine.”
She placed her hands on his and spread her thighs wide for him. Good girl. The sight of her glistening wet pussy had him throbbing in his pants. His cock was so hard it hurt. He had wondered if Abbey shaved or waxed but was relieved to see her blonde pussy hair was neatly trimmed. He preferred a more natural look. Fuck, he just preferred Abbey. Period. Pussy hair or bare, it didn’t matter.
He pulled her hips forward so she sat right at edge of the car seat. She leaned back and closed her eyes. He got the hint and leaned in, inhaling the sweet musky fragrance that was Abbey. That belonged to him. “Spread your pussy lips apart for me, baby.”
Abbey didn’t hesitate and pulled her labia apart for him. That’s my girl. With him, he knew she felt less inhibited. She could turn that amazing brain of hers off for a little while and turn herself completely over to him. It was a heady feeling. Made him feel fucking amazing.
The sight of her glistening wet cunt make his mouth water. He could see her swollen clit peeking out from under its hood. She was perfect. She was his.
Luke swiped his tongue along the entire length of her slick pussy, from hole to clit. Abbey’s tangy natural flavor was like ambrosia on his tongue. One little taste would never be enough. Abbey’s sweet little whimper had him smiling. It wouldn’t take long to get his princess off.
