by Eva Luxe
I take a deep breath and look at Maxim— who is sitting at a table not too far away— with both pleasure and near hatred as I experience an amazing orgasm I can't even tell him about because we're in public. He raises the sides of his handsome mouth to me and then he licks his lips as he watches me come.
He's driving me crazy with the way he's making me need to be with him. To touch him, feel him, fuck him. Instead of just this piece of rubber that's lodged inside me, making me feel so good at his command. But I still have the entire wedding ceremony to get through. Or so I think.
Maxim continues to tease me with the vibrator while I give my maid of honor speech and other wedding party members offer up their toasts. And also while we eat dinner, which actually tastes better than standard banquet wedding food usually does.
Finally, it's time to begin dancing, and I can sneak over to Maxim's table.
"I can't believe what you've been up to over here," I whisper to him, but he just grins mischievously and looks innocent.
I turn my attention to Rachel, who looks radiant in her white wedding dress as she and Billy have their first dance in the middle of the reception hall floor. I'm a little disappointed that Maxim doesn't turn the vibrator back on. My pussy aches for it— for him. I tell myself to wait patiently under the festivities are over so that Maxim and I can focus on being together just the two of us.
Then his hand slips under the table and up my lilac- colored bridesmaid's dress. He traces my inner thighs with his fingers before pushing them up against my panties.
He curls his fingers around the vibrator and pushes it and out of me.
Oh, my God .
This feels even better than when it vibrates. Because he's the one doing it to me. The only thing better would be if it was his cock.
My legs are spread partway open for him as he uses his hand to make the vibrator fuck me. I can feel it get slippery inside me as I come all over it, trying hard not to whimper.
I can't help but lean in close to his ear and whisper, "I want you."
"No," he says back to me. "You need me."
And he's right. I do need him.
"Let's get this party started!" the DJ announces, and I'm jolted into remembering that I'm supposed to help warm up the crowd for dancing and festivities.
"I have to go," I tell Maxim, jumping up while I feel my own pussy juices running down my leg.
He takes his hand away from in between my legs, which is a shame.
"Hurry back," he says.
"Come on," I tell Rachel, pulling her away from Billy. "Let's dance."
Her other bridesmaids and I begin an awful attempt at the LMFAO shuffle, a throwback to when we used to go out dancing and do it at clubs. Maxim just stares at me like he can't keep his eyes off of me.
The song ends and I give Rachel a hug.
"Congratulations on your big day," I tell her.
"Thanks."
She's positively glowing.
"You're next."
I try not to blush.
"I hope so," I admit. "Thank you again for putting Maxim and me back in touch. I don't know what I would have done without you."
"I have a feeling you both would have found your way to each other eventually," she says. "But you know me. Impatient as fuck. I had to make sure you guys got your act together sooner rather than later."
We laugh and she stares off into the crowd where Billy is talking to some family members. She's clearly just as much in love as I am, and I'm happy for both of us.
Then the DJ announces a couples' dance, and Maxim joins me on the dance floor.
"You're so sexy when you dance," he tells me, as I lay my head on his chest. Then he pulls my chin up so that I'm looking into his eyes and he adds, "Almost as sexy as when you fuck. Which I want us to do right now."
"What?" I ask him, looking around. "Where? How?"
"Come with me," he says, and I follow him.
Of course.
I'd follow him anywhere.
I look behind me to apologize to Rachel and let her know I'll be back. But she's dancing with Billy and staring up into his eyes, much the same way I was just doing with Maxim.
"She won't even notice you're gone," Maxim assures me. "She's a little too caught up in her own world today."
"How dare she," I joke.
"We're just going to have a little quickie."
My heart races in excitement because I know that even quickies with Maxim are fun. Sometimes, they're the most fun.
I'm expecting him to take me to the hotel room here that he'd booked for us. Instead, he takes me to a clearing in between the outdoor ceremony area where Rachel and Billy had gotten married and the reception area we'd just left.
There's a row of bushes, and it's dark by now, but I'm afraid someone will see us. My heart nearly pounds out of my chest in a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Maxim!" I hiss, as if I need to keep my voice down, even though no one else is around.
"No one is going to be out here," he says. "Everyone is inside celebrating."
"But what if they do come out?" I ask him.
"Then it will probably be for the same nefarious purposes that have us out here," he says.
But then he slaps my ass and says, "Are you going to let me do what I want with you or are you going to be a bad little girl that I'm going to have to punish?"
"I'm not sure, babe," I answer, instantly falling into the role that I love so much.
I don't even care anymore if someone sees us. I just want him to take me.
Maxim
After all this time, I still love how Celeste turns into putty in my hands. How she lets me take her any time— and anywhere— that I want.
Like right here, right now, out in the open. There's a tree behind us and I lean back against it and take my pants down.
"Get on your knees," I tell her.
"Yes, Daddy."
She kneels down and takes my cock into her mouth. I ram it further down her throat, as she eagerly swallows it. Then I reach into my pocket and hit the button.
"Mmmm," she moans, as the vibrator does its jobs in her panties while I fuck her mouth with my cock.
I love making her down on me, filling up every cavity of hers with my cock: her mouth, her pussy, her ass.
"Oh, my God, Maxim, that feels so good," she mumbles, as I pull her hair back and shove myself all the way inside her.
I push my cock in and then pull it out, over and over as she moans and groans. I lift up her dress and pull her panties partway to the side. I can see the vibrator fucking her pussy as she chokes on my cock.
"I'm coming," she says, humming onto my dick.
I want to come in her mouth and watch her swallow my load. But I can't take it anymore— I need to be inside her.
I pull her up and turn her around. Then I take my tie off and bind her wrists to the branch of the tree.
"You're still my slutty little girl whose virginity I bought," I tell her, as I pull her dress all the way up now. "I own you and I can do what I want with you, can't I?"
"Yes, Maxim," she nearly whimpers.
I slide her thong to the side and reach a finger into her pussy, alongside the vibrator. I can feel that she's soaking wet.
"You enjoyed the way that vibrator fucked you, didn't you?" I ask her, slapping her ass one, two, three times, harder and faster each time. “Even though it’s just a little egg- shaped wonder, not nearly as hard or strong or long or big as my cock, you love when I push it up inside you and make it fuck you?”
"Ouch," she cries out, but then— remembering where we are— she lowers her voice.
"Yes, Maxim," she answers, causing me to have to give her another spanking. “I love when you fuck me with the vibrator.”
"As much as you like when I fuck you?" I ask her.
"No, baby," she says.
I like that answer.
I spread her beautiful, curvy ass cheeks wide open and take some of the juices from her pussy and from the
dildo half hanging out of it and rub it all over her ass hole.
Then I ask her, "Is my little girl ready for Daddy's cock in your ass?"
"Yes, Daddy," she says, grunting as I push my cock into her ass hole.
This is not the first time I've fucked her ass. I've taken her anal virginity just like I took her virginity that night in The Exchange. But I still love to do it. Especially in unexpected places and at unexpected times like this.
I increase the speed on the vibrator until it's working her pussy hard while I fuck her ass just as hard.
"Oh, my God," she cries out. I can tell she's as close to coming as I am, as I thrust in and out of her ass hole. "Daddy, that feels so good."
Holy fuck.
This is mind blowing.
It's always mind blowing when I'm with Celeste but this, right now, as I'm on the cusp of coming, is so mind blowing I can barely stand it.
"Good, because when we're done with the wedding I'm going to take you to our hotel room and fuck your pussy so you can make me into an actual daddy."
I can't believe what I just said, but I blow my wad into her ass hole as I say it, and she was already squirming as she started to come on the vibrator. So we both come together and end up a panting, sweating mess.
I untie her. Then I try to pull myself together emotionally as well as physically: zipping up my pants and combing through my hair with my fingers. Putting my tie back on while she straightens out her dress.
All the while, I'm thinking: I have gone and done it again. I've blurted something out in the middle of having sex with her. Just like when I first said I loved her.
As we walk back to the reception, she hooks her fingers through mine.
"So, this talk about babies…?" she says, with a slight laugh.
I look at her and feel more love than I ever thought I could feel for anyone.
This is it. It's time.
"Yeah, about that…" I start to say, and then laugh as well.
We both laugh whole-heartedly, just staring at each other and chuckling.
"I wasn't exactly planning to do it this way," I begin again.
Now Celeste cocks her head at me and considers my words seriously.
"But I'm obviously not good at holding things back from you while I'm inside you," I continue.
She smiles. There's pride in her smile and I realize she considers this fact to be a strength of mine instead of a weakness. And that's just one of the reasons I love her.
"You know what I had in this pocket," I tell her, reaching for the remote control to the vibrator and holding it out to show her.
She nods, and chuckles a little bit once more.
"But you didn't know that I have something a little more romantic— or at least, romantic in a more traditional way— in my other pocket."
She looks at me with her eyebrows half raised, as if reminding me of something.
Oh yeah .
There's a certain way I was planning to do this, and it wasn't by showing her the remote control to a vibrator.
Now it's my turn to be on my knees for her.
"Maxim? Really?" she gasps, a smile spreading across her face before I can even get the words out.
"Really," I say, taking her hands in one my own and then reaching into my pocket with my other hand.
I find the little blue box and then I hold it up to her.
"Celeste Sheffield, you have made me into the man I am now. The man I never even knew I wanted to be, but am so glad to have become. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
"Yes," she says, throwing her arms around me. "Yes, yes, yes."
I pick her up and walk back towards the reception.
"Wait a minute," she says, kissing me on my cheek from her position perched up in my arms. "We can't let anyone know until after Rachel's reception is over. I don't want to take the spotlight off of her on her big day."
"Of course not," I tell her, setting her down on the grass. "But after that I'm going to tell the whole world you're about to become my wife. You have still have to be my slutty little virgin forever, though, especially when I have you tied up."
"Definitely, for sure,” she says.
As we approach the reception hall, the music is still blaring and everyone is still dancing.
"I guess we didn't miss much," I tell her.
"Yeah, I was afraid of missing the bouquet toss," she laughs.
"Guess you won't have to worry about that now," I say.
And as we get ready to go in, I take her hand and hold it tight within mine.
"Oh yeah," I tell her, with a grin. "Just in case I wasn't clear earlier, I want to make a baby with you too."
"Awww, you weren't just saying that because you were about to come in me?" she asks, looking up at me with a naughty smile on her face, just like I like it.
"No, not just because of that," I tell her. "I know I'm good at blurting things out during intimate times but I want to make you sure you know that I love you."
"That's good," she says, smiling more sincerely this time. "Because I want to make a baby too. Let's hurry up and get married so we can do the cheesy chicken dance like these people."
We laugh as everyone at the reception flaps their arms and moves their body like barn animals, as if that's somehow related to two people getting married. I never did understand why anyone does the chicken dance at a wedding.
"Let's skip this circus and see if there's still any cake left," I suggest.
"Good idea. And Maxim?" she asks.
"Yes, Celeste?"
"I love you too. I'm glad you bought me that night."
"And now I own you," I remind her. "Forever."
"Yes, you certainly do."
THE END.
Sold on St. Patrick’s Day: A Virgin and a Billionaire Romance
Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Dublin, Ireland – Early March
Chapter 1 – Jade
“ Blaaaaaaaaarf !”
I hear the strange noise before I see the obviously intoxicated man who is making it. I gasp and jump out of his way as he’s lurching in my direction. His hair is sticking up like a mad scientist. His eyes are bloodshot red. He smells like a distillery.
His shoulders bump into mine but I manage to move out of his way. Doing so is a major feat that requires a combination step/ turn like something out of the ballet classes I haven’t taken since I was young. But I pull it off just in time for him to vomit on the ground instead of all over my clothes.
He falls down and no one bothers to help him up. It looks like he could use a nap so after making sure that he’s still alive— although clearly in a drunken stupor— I continue heading the way I was going before he so rudely interrupted.
“You guys!” I complain to Tessa and Monique, but they’re too far ahead of me to hear me call out to them.
I shake my head, still a bit discombobulated. The last thing I expected to happen in a movie theater— even an outdoor one— was for a stranger to nearly knock me over and almost throw up on me. But I should have known to be prepared.
When people say the Irish like to drink, they’re not exaggerating. In fact, that might be a little bit of an understatement.
“This is why I didn’t even want to come out tonight,” I mumble, as I mostly catch up with my friends.
But they’re too drunk themselves— and too busy hurrying to join the line at the bar to order more alcohol— to pay any attention to me. At this point I’m just talking to myself, which is probably for the best.
I wish my friends would have witnessed my expert maneuvering out of the path of the drunken stranger and his barf so that I could have bragging rights forever. But I’m glad they didn’t hear me complain. I don’t want to be a spoilsport and ruin their fun even though this isn’t my kind of scene.
I didn’t come to Dublin to partake in the famed pastime of drinking oneself silly, but instead to study Irish literature. I’ve spent the last three months reading J
oyce, Yeats and Heaney and exploring museums.
But this is my last night here on my foreign exchange scholarship and tomorrow I must head back to Boston. So I let my friends take me out with them for once.
They’re girls I met in my class back at Boston University. When we found out we’d all be studying together in Dublin, we formed an instant friendship, even though we are completely different people.
We’re all obviously bookworms— being literature majors— but I’m the nerdy one while Tessa is the strong, take charge one and Monique is the fun party girl. We became flat mates and I enjoy their company but I don’t enjoy going out.
I thought that agreeing to go an open air cinema for a showing of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off would be a fairly tame— yet cold— event. I was right about it being cold, but not about much else.
The projector and comfortable, plush sofas are set up in the middle of Meeting House Square, which sounds like a place where fancy events are held— and often is. It looks almost like the courtyard of a Roman building, with columns all around and tent-like fabric that fails to shield us from the cruel March weather.
Everyone is wearing sweatshirts and huddled up next to their friends or lovers for protection from the elements. Except, of course, for the people too drunk to notice the temperature— including Tessa and Monique, who didn’t even bother to wear jackets.
“Why bother getting dressed up to go out if we’re just going to cover ourselves up with coats?” they had protested when I’d suggested it before we left.
“Good point,” I had answered.
I was talking about a different part of their point than they were. The part where it made no sense to get dressed up in skimpy clothes to go outside in cold weather. And perhaps I would extend that part to make a further point that it didn’t make sense to go out at all. Renting a movie and making popcorn is more my idea of a fun night.
But I would prefer to go to a movie over a bar so I was glad they had chosen to come here. I didn’t know, however, that on occasions such as tonight Meeting House Square was transformed into both an outdoor movie venue and a bar.
