‘As a male best friend, no one replaces you, Roger. Who else would talk me through the finer points of porn at two in the morning? Or try and manoeuvre me into various positions I’d never tried before?’ I grinned.
‘Shit, I never?!’
‘O yeah. I particularly loved you pinning me down to the floor by the neck as you demonstrated the best angle for doggy style, thrusting against my backside.’
‘Shit, sorry, mate,’ he choked, turning red. ‘We didn’t … you know?’
‘No! Of course not. Both fully dressed, but you were that insistent I’m beginning to wonder if all these women you fuck is just a front,’ I ribbed.
‘The day I fuck a guy is the day hell freezes over,’ he announced firmly.
‘Glad to hear it,’ I confirmed with a nod.
‘You’d better sort this out with her. You’re going to be hell to be friends with if you split up. You’ll have me showing you the wheelbarrow move next.’
‘Tell me about it,’ I sighed, shoving a hand through my damp hair. ‘I need to see her as soon as possible. Grab a shower as soon as you’re done and I’ll pack the car so we can shoot. As for the wheelbarrow, thanks to your skilled tuition last night, I’ve got that down pat too, as well as the legs over my shoulders and reverse cowgirl,’ I winked as I tidied my stuff away and Roger spluttered, spitting his beans back on his plate.
I pulled up in front of The Domville and a valet rushed forward to take my keys as the porters assisted with unloading our cases and suit garment bags from the boot. I looked up at the top floor, knowing she was probably up there, either getting ready, or getting ready to let me down. My stomach twisted in nervous knots. Part of me wanted to run, not sure I wanted to know our fate just yet. That was the coward’s way though. I’d decided I was going to win her back, show her why I could be everything she needed. Brady Collins wasn’t one to back down when he faced a challenge.
‘Go and find her. I’ll check into my room and take our stuff up. Don’t want some hot young receptionist thinking we’re a couple of cock suckers. I need some pussy tonight and Mandy’s been avoiding me all week. Shame. Tight snatch on her and she’d rival a fucking Dyson for suction power on a BJ. Reckon we could make a go of it, if I wanted to settle down.’
‘What did I tell you about being on your best behaviour here?’ I scowled, trying to get him to keep his voice down and show some decorum. ‘And that’s potentially my sister-in-law you’re talking about. Show some respect for God’s sake.’
‘Just telling it how it is,’ he retorted, hands in the air by way of surrender.
‘Go and seduce the hotel staff. Unless you suddenly turn into a gentleman who respects women, Mandy’s off limits.’
‘Spoilsport,’ he grumbled. ‘Good luck, I’ll let you know the suite number as soon as I’m in.’
‘Cheers,’ I nodded, taking a deep breath as I left him to it and went to the private lift for the Signature suite. I dialled Mandy, not confident that Lisa would agree to see me. Mandy opened the lift for me and as soon as the doors closed it began its ascent. The tech in this hotel was amazing. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket as it started to ring, to see it was my mother. ‘Morning, Mum. Everything ok?’ I asked.
‘Yes. I’ve just checked into my suite. It’s amazing. I’ve never been anywhere so posh. You’re such a darling to pay for me to stay here for a long weekend.’
‘It’s nothing Mum. You deserve it. Is everything ok? I’m just about to go and see Lisa.’
‘Brady,’ she cried, her high pitched tone nearly deafening me. ‘It’s bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony.’
‘You know I’m not superstitious, we had a bit of a disagreement over something and we need to sort it before everyone else starts to arrive. I’m nearly at her suite, did you need something?’
‘I’ve got a surprise for you. Will you come and see me as soon as you’re done? I’m in suite 420. It’s really important that I give it to you before you walk up the aisle.’
‘Mum, I told you no presents. We make enough money,’ I sighed, pinching my nose. My parents had never been well off. When dad had died of cancer three years ago, he didn’t even have life insurance. I’d cleared their mortgage and paid for mum’s annual holidays, helping out with repairs and maintenance on their house as well. I couldn’t have been clearer that I didn’t want her spending the little money she had on us this weekend.
‘It’s not cost me anything, darling. It’s really important though, promise me that you’ll come as soon as possible.’
‘I promise, Mum. I’ve just arrived at her suite, I’ve got to go. See you later.’ I hung up just as the lift doors slid open and strode through the lobby towards the lounge. I’d been for a tour when I was looking for wedding venues. If the hotel and grounds hadn’t been enough to win me over, the thought of Lisa and I spending our wedding night in this palatial suite had clinched the deal. The doors to the lounge swung open, revealing Mandy in her dressing gown, arms folded across her chest.
‘Brady,’ she nodded, stiffly.
‘Mandy,’ I replied, forgoing our usual hug and kiss greeting. She was pissed with me, her demeanour and piercing glare gave it away, even without the tone she’d taken.
‘She’s in the shower. You’d better sort this shit out fast. We’re supposed to be having lunch in an hour or so, then hair and beauty will be arriving, along with the guests.’
‘Yes, thank you. I’m well aware of the time constraints and it’s not exactly my choosing that we’re in this situation, is it?’ I retorted, eye balling her back.
‘O, sorry. I thought you fucking another woman last week was the catalyst. Stupid me. Of course it’s all Lisa’s fault. How dare she be upset at that and wondering if you’re the kind of guy she wants to spend her life with.’
‘That’s unfair, Mandy. What we agreed is between us. I feel bad that I upset her, but I didn’t do anything wrong. It was a mutual decision, so you don’t get to take sides here.’
‘Of course I bloody do,’ she hissed, stepping towards me with a pointed finger. ‘You’re just the guy that’s dating my sister. She’s family. I’ll always take her side, no matter what and for the record, it was a stupid fucking idea. You should have known better than to go through with it. Lisa would never have done that to you. You’re a shitty boyfriend.’
‘Eleven years, Mandy. I’ve been with her for eleven years. I love her. I’ve never treated her badly, I worship the fucking ground she walks on. You know that. One mistake doesn’t wipe out a great relationship for all the time leading up to that one bad decision,’ I snapped. So I may not have given her the type of sex she wanted, but she’d never lacked for anything else while she was with me. I’d be damned if I was going to stand here and have our whole relationship called into question. Mandy sighed and backed off, wrapping her arms around herself.
‘It was a seriously bad fucking decision, Brady. I’m sorry, I’m just tired and upset for my sister. And you as well, I guess. You’re right, you’ve been the perfect boyfriend, the two of you seemed so happy. You were supposed to be my role models, the couple to show me how love could really be. Then I find out everything’s not as perfect as it seemed. I’m thrown, that’s all. I just want her to be happy. You too. Go and fucking sort it out. All this drama is going to have me getting drunk and you know what happens when I drink too much. I make stupid decisions like fucking the man whore, otherwise known as Rampant Roger. That can’t afford to happen again.’
‘He has nothing but good things to say about you,’ I confirmed with a smile. Roger’s crassness about her ability in the sack was as good a compliment as I’d ever heard him give any woman.
‘Yeah, well tell him to dream on. This rack is out of his price range,’ she replied, her scowl quickly reappearing.
‘I’ll leave you to tell him when you see him later. He’s dropping our gear off in his suite, then no doubt he’ll be propping the bar up until the last possible moment.’
‘Great,’ she replied
, with a roll of her eyes, but the faintest flush to her cheeks. I may be fucking up my own relationship, but I had a feeling I could play matchmaker between those two. Both protested too much how they weren’t interested in a relationship and only wanted casual sex. If they could see past their one track minds, they could be a great couple, with an amazing sex life. Something I thought I had with Lisa. Something I needed to sort right now.
‘Bedroom one?’ I enquired.
‘Yeah,’ she sighed. ‘She has no idea you’re here. She may kill me for letting you in. Actually she may kill you first. Good luck,’ she grinned as she strode off towards the dining room, probably in search of coffee knowing Mandy.
I took a deep breath and headed to the master suite. There was no reply when I knocked, so I walked in. I could hear the shower running in the en-suite. Lisa loved her hot showers. There was no telling how long she could be in there. I sat on the edge of the comfortable super king sized bed and ran my hands over my face. The next few minutes could change my life forever, and I was terrified. I couldn’t lose her now. Not when we were so close to sealing the deal. So what if she’d had sex with someone else last night? It was no worse than I’d done. We could draw a line under it and move forward. If I could just convince her I could do better. I ran through some of the conversations I’d had with Roger, some of the things I’d seen in those films last night. Women liked spontaneity, a man who craved them, who couldn’t get enough of them. I had the looks and the body. I also knew for sure now that there was nothing wrong with the size of my cock. I stood up and ripped my shirt over my head, suddenly full of determination. She was going to give me one last chance to prove myself before she made up her mind. No way was I losing her now. I stripped down, before striding into the en-suite, stark naked and slipped into the steaming shower behind her, my cock immediately stiffening at the sight of her sexy wet backside. I’d never get tired of this woman.
‘Shit,’ she screamed, as I slipped my hands around her waist, kissing the side of her neck.
Revelations
Lisa
‘Brady?’ I shrieked, spinning in his arms, my heart thumping almost out of my chest in surprise and guilt.
‘God I’ve missed you,’ he groaned, biting the side of my neck as his hands reached down to grasp my backside. I felt my eyes fill up with tears. I’d missed him too, but the memory of what I’d done, what I’d experienced last night was still so vivid in my mind. I gasped as Brady clutched my face in his hands tightly, then kissed me forcefully. His kisses were always sweet, tender and gentle, never forceful. My lips parted for him, an inherent automatic reaction. His tongue plunged into the recesses of my mouth as he suddenly lifted me up onto his hips, his fingers tightly buried in the flesh of my backside. My eyes widened in surprise. This was new. I lost myself for a moment, kissing him back with as much vigour, feeling his large cock stiffening even further against my stomach. What had happened? I could feel his need for me oozing from every pore and it was intoxicating. So intoxicating, but so wrong. I’d never felt this from him before, I’d never felt this until last night and now it was happening with Brady too?
‘Stop,’ I moaned, pulling my lips begrudgingly away from his. ‘Stop. We need to talk.’
‘No,’ he bit back. ‘No talking. I need you, Lisa. I’ve never needed you as much as I do now. I want to fuck you, I want to prove to you that I can make you come, how good we could be together. Give me that chance, please. We can talk after. Don’t take this away from me, not today,’ he demanded, his face set in a determined line. This was in control and dominant work Brady, the one I’d always fantasised would seep into our personal life, but it never had. What had changed? Why now? He wasn’t making my decision any easier at all. ‘I already know what you did. I can see the guilt all over your face. I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to know how it was for you. Let’s just lose ourselves in each other in case this is the last time. Talk can wait.’ He held my gaze, his beautiful green eyes silently pleading with mine, a myriad of emotions showing in them. Fear, hope, need, but most of all love. I could see the love he had for me pouring out of them and my stomach flipped, just like it had when he first asked me out all those years ago. Like it had when he first kissed me and we first made love. Regardless of our sexual dilemma, I’d never stop loving him either. I wasn’t sure I’d ever love anyone the way I loved Brady.
I barely had time to nod my consent before his mouth crashed down onto mine again as he pressed me into the tiled wall of the shower. One hand snaked between our bodies as his fingers found my clit, still tender from overuse last night. I tried to block those memories from my mind and focus on the now. He was right. What if this was our last time together? If he was prepared to give it his all, then so was I. We owed it to each other. More importantly I owed it to him to try and take the lessons I’d learned last night, about letting my body experience the joy of a building orgasm, rather than repeating past behaviours that it seemed may have been self-defeating. I knew now that I could come during penetrative sex and Brady was larger than Simon. And I loved him. Surely that should count for something? One set of fingers grasped at the soft, wet hair at the nape of his neck, the others dug into his shoulder blades, my short nails raking at his skin as his deft fingers worked skilfully on my clit. Fingers and tongue were never a problem, but this time felt different. It was his hunger for me. He wasn’t getting me off just to please me, like he always had, he was doing it for himself too. He wanted it as much as I did. He bit my lower lip and sucked it hard as his fingers started to build me up to a panting, moaning mess.
‘Come on, pumpkin. You know how much you love to come when I tease your clit. Give this to me now as I’m desperate to slam this cock of mine into your tight wet pussy. If we have time, I’d like to spread you out on that chair in the bedroom facing the mirror. Watch you finger yourself before I lick you to another climax. I’ve never watched you masturbate. I also know we’ve never done it, but I’ve been dreaming all night about claiming your sexy backside as well. Would you like that?’
‘Yes,’ I whimpered. God, never once had that been vocalised. Twelve hours ago I’d been an anal virgin, now everyone wanted a piece of it and Brady had suddenly mastered the art of dirty talk too. I felt my insides flood with arousal. The stakes were so high right now. If he could turn me on like this and make me come while he was inside me, if we could move past our stupid pact fulfilment, we could really make this work. The thought had me giddy with happiness. ‘God, yes. I’d love to feel you pounding me there. I’d love to have your cock in my mouth while your tongue licks me out as well.’
A low growl escaped his lips as his fingers suddenly thrust up inside me, his thumb taking over on my swollen and throbbing clit. ‘So many things I want to try with you, so many surfaces to bend you over, or to lay you down on. I’ve never even stuck my tongue in your arse. Why the fuck have we been so boring for all of these years?’ His husky voice gave away how turned on he was at the thought of all these new experiences and God, did that turn me on even more. It seemed I owed Roger a few drinks for an obviously enlightening evening.
‘We didn’t know any better’ I panted. ‘O shit.’ The heat radiating out from my core was intense. Shower sex, dirty talk, promises of new positions. There really was hope for us yet. Even if it was at the eleventh hour.
I cried out his name as his teeth clamped down tightly on one of my nipples. His eyes holding mine, looking for any sign that I wasn’t comfortable. He didn’t get it. The slackness of my jaw, which dropped in surprise, along with the push on the back of his head, encouraging him not to let go, was all the confirmation that he needed to bite harder. My eyes rolled, unfocussed as pleasure coursed through my body and I stiffened, held up by his one strong arm. A hard and fast climax hit me, my muscles milking then releasing his fingers as I shuddered. I barely had time to come down from my high, before his fingers slipped out of my very lubricated channel and were replaced by his wide crown. He pulled a cry from my
lips as he penetrated me. Equal measures of pleasure and pain. I’d never been fucked so many times in the space of so few hours. I pushed thoughts of guilt to the back of my mind. We were on a serious time limit here, I really had to focus everything on the here and now. I wanted to come, I wanted proof of our suitability for each other. If I really wanted to walk up that aisle in a few hours and spend the rest of my life as Mrs. Brady Collins, everything came down to this.
‘Brady,’ I moaned. He was teasing me, something he’d never done. He’d slip his head in a fraction, then pull it out, rubbing himself against my clit before repeating. I wriggled on his hips, both of my hands sliding down his back to grasp his perfectly formed backside, trying to drag him inside me. When he finally took pity on me, he rammed himself in so hard, the sound of our hip bones smashing together, ricocheting off the water cascading down our chests, had both of us grunt in surprise. He stilled inside me, letting me accommodate his length and girth as I rippled around him.
‘Milk me, like you do my fingers when they’re inside you. Clench then release, don’t just clench like always,’ he ordered as he started to power into me, shunting me up the wall on inward strokes, catching me as I fell on the pull backs. I took some gasps for air as I nodded. He’d definitely been discussing the intimate parts of our love making. He’d realised what I was doing wrong, just as I had thanks to Simon last night. I used all the strength in my thigh muscles to lift myself and push down on him as he thrust upwards and we soon found a fast and punishing rhythm. The surprise on his face I was sure matched my own. This was hard and passionate fucking. Something we’d never done. Something I wasn’t sure we’d even known we were capable of.
‘O God,’ I squealed in delight, the root of his shaft rubbing my clit on each slam. ‘Don’t stop, Brady. Please … don’t …. stop.’
‘Lisa,’ he groaned. ‘This is … I’ve never felt anything like it.’
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