What Happens at a Wedding: A Short Story Anthology

by Lucy Gage

  I gasped as heat barreled through me. My nipples hardened, and my juices flooded my panties. Speaking of panties…I was praising myself up and down for the decision to wear sexy lingerie.

  Jake’s ocean colored orbs were scorching as he drew closer until his body was flush with mine. Oh, my…the hefty bulge against my stomach told me Jake was most definitely well endowed. A thrill ran through me as I felt how hard he was. I did that to him. It was all for me.

  All thought flew out of my head as his lips brushed softly over mine. I dropped my head back with a thud and moaned. “Fuck,” Jake growled. “That sound…I want to hear you make it with your legs wrapped around my head.”

  I’d never been into dirty talk. But, apparently, it was because it hadn’t been with the right guy. Because, the more filth that came from Jake’s mouth, the hotter I got. I moaned again, and his mouth crashed down onto mine.

  I’d never been so fucking hard in all my life. Avery was like a fantasy come to life with her unbelievable curves and her plump lips. Ones I was currently devouring, instantly realizing that her taste was addictive. I wondered if she was as sweet everywhere else.

  I was on the verge of dropping to my knees to find out when the elevator dinged, signaling we’d reached our floor. Avery sagged against the wall, her eyes glazed over and I couldn’t help grinning at the knowledge that I put that dreamy look on her face.

  “Let’s go, gorgeous,” I said as I took her hand and tugged her from the elevator. At the end of the hall was a set of double doors with a gold plaque beside them that said Honeymoon Suite. She handed me the room key, and I swiped it over the keypad. The doors clicked signaling they were unlocked and I threw them open so hard they bounced off the walls. We walked inside, and I turned to shut the doors and throw the lock.

  She’d taken a few steps into the room but had stopped and was facing me, surrounded by the glow of the city lights coming in through the large windows. She was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. Like staring directly into the sun.

  I stalked over to her and pressed a hand into her belly, pushing her backward until she fell onto a plush, cream-colored couch. Dropping to my knees, I licked my dry lips as I parted the long split in her skirt. My hands traveled up her legs pushing the fabric up to her waist. “Hold your skirt up, gorgeous,” I commanded. I could see her hands trembling as she followed my instruction and when I glanced up, I was glad to see she was watching me with passion-filled, emerald eyes.

  Returning to the apex of her thighs, I inhaled deeply, and the sweet scent fueled my need. Her pussy was covered by silky, off-white material and it was sexy as fuck. But, when I slid my hands under her to cup her ass, I was met with naked flesh. A ragged groan ripped from my chest. I slid my fingers under the thin strings of her thong and slowly pulled it down her legs, then tossing it off to the side.

  At last, I was staring greedily at the most perfect pussy in the world. The honey-blonde curls were neatly groomed, and it was pink and swollen, making my mouth water. I used my thumbs to part Avery’s puffy folds and dove in for my first taste.

  Fuck. Her juices were every bit as delicious as her lips, and it spurred me into a frenzy, an overwhelming craving to feel Avery come around my tongue. Part of me yelled to take it slow, build it up and savor every moment. But, I was too far gone, a slave to the raging lust I felt for her.

  I licked up her center several times, circling her bundle of nerves on each pass. Her hips bucked, seeking release, and cries of pleasure fell from her lips. Her sounds would be my undoing, I just knew it. I gradually sped up my attentions to her center, and when she was tearing at my hair and pushing her pussy up, begging for more, I thrust my tongue inside. Using my thumb to rub her clit, I used my tongue to mimic what my cock would soon be doing to her.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged. “I need to come.”

  I quickly traded places, putting my mouth on her nub and driving two fingers into her channel. I sucked hard as my fingers curled up to scrape along her most sensitive spot.

  It only took a second before she screamed and flew apart. I licked up every drop as I continued to work her throughout her orgasm. Cum was leaking steadily from my cock and probably ruining the pants of my tux. I couldn’t give a flying fuck. The only thoughts in my head were concentrated on burying myself inside this gorgeous creature.

  When Avery fell limp against the cushions, I placed a soft kiss on her sex before rising to my feet. I swept her into my arms and stalked toward the bedroom. Setting her on the ground, I bent my head for a kiss as my hands cupped her tits. As I deepened the kiss, I reached behind her back and dragged down her zipper. The fabric swished to the floor, and I tore my mouth away so that I could see all of her.

  “Shit,” I croaked, my mouth suddenly dry as the desert. Avery’s fabulous tits were practically spilling from a corset that matched the thong I’d disposed of. The lingerie cinched at her waist, emphasizing the magnificent swell of her hips. “You look … Damn, baby.”

  Avery smiled enticingly and turned around to show me the back. The bustier laced up down her back, ending with a bow at the top of her ass. I grasped both ends of it and yanked so the bow fell apart and the sides of the corset loosened. Shuffling close until I was pressed fully against her, I slid my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and down her front to cup her breasts. The hard, little peaks poked at my palms and my hips involuntarily jerked forward, my cock cuddling into the crack of her luscious ass.

  “Mmmm,” Avery whimpered. “I want you inside me. I can’t wait much longer, Jake.”

  The sound of my name on her lips set off a series of sparks inside me that went straight to my groin. I was shocked when I lost a little of my control and spurted cum from my dick. At least the small release gave me a bit of a reprieve from the desperate need making my cock painfully hard.

  “Soon,” I whispered as I toyed with her nipples, twisting and plucking. Her head fell back onto my shoulder, and her hands came up to lock around my neck. The bustier had become loose enough for me to push it down over her hips so it fell to the floor. Avery stepped out of it leaving her in nothing buy her fucking sexy heels. One of my hands cupped her pussy, sliding a finger through her wetness while the other grasped her chin and turned her head for a burning kiss. Her legs started to shake, so I gripped her hips and turned her to face me before lowering her to the bed.

  “Things are a little uneven in the clothes department Mr…” Avery trailed off, and her cheeks flushed as she realized she didn’t know my last name. Just like I didn’t know hers. All we really knew about each other was that the chemistry between us was nuclear.

  My first thought was to give her a fake name like I used to back when I still did the one-night thing. When women heard my last name, they suddenly became very clingy and extremely interested in my wallet. But, I didn’t want to do that with Avery, I wanted things with her to be real. Even if it was only for a night. Fuck if I knew what prompted those feelings but never the less, I found myself telling her my real last name. “Brennan. Jake Brennan.” I waited for a flicker of recognition on her face, but it never came. Relief flooded through me, and I became ever more convinced that crashing the wedding had been the right choice.

  A beautiful smile lit up Avery’s face, and her eyes slid south to the evident thickness in my pants. “Preston. Avery Preston,” she mimicked. “Like I said, Mr. Brennan. Uneven.” She sat up and dipped a finger into my waistband, tugging lightly with a wink. “So, lose the tux.”

  I laughed and stole a kiss before stepping back. I tossed the foil packets from my pocket onto the nightstand, then stripped out of my clothes. Avery’s emerald eyes roamed hungrily over my body before settling on my cock which was so hard it was standing straight up against my stomach. It was practically weeping in its desperation to get inside her.

  Holy cow. Jake’s body was delicious. All lean muscle, with the yummy V pointing down to the good stuff. I felt saliva pooling in my mo
uth. Especially when I saw his long, thick cock; the head was red and angry, glistening at the tip and all I wanted was to get my mouth around it. I scooted to the edge of the bed, but Jake put both hands on my shoulders and guided me back down.

  “I intend to see your fuck-me red lipstick on my cock before the morning, but not yet.” He shifted my body to the center of the bed and climbed on. Then he moved to hover over me, settling between my legs with his arms holding up most of his weight by fists pressed into the mattress on both sides of my head. “Right now, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”

  His head dropped, and his tongue darted out to lick one of my nipples. Then he kissed his way over to the other and repeated the gesture. “So fucking sexy,” he groaned before sucking it into his mouth and tugging gently. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hip, bringing our centers in contact. Heat exploded between us, and he rubbed his cock through my pussy lips as he continued to shower my breasts with attention.

  I was wound tight by the time he reached out to grab a condom and rolled it onto his arousal. For a moment, I felt a slice of panic wondering if he was too big to fit. However, he effortlessly distracted me when he grasped the base of his cock and slid the tip through my drenched sex. Up and down a few more times until I whimpered impatiently.

  A smirk took shape on his lips. Coming forward to cover my body once more, he put my legs back around him before slowly—too fucking slowly—entering me. I felt a bite of pain as he stretched me, but it was taken over by the wonderful feeling of fullness.

  Inch by inch, he worked himself in until he was balls deep, his dick bumping my cervix. He stilled, every muscle in his body taut as he groaned hoarsely.

  “Damn, you feel unbelievable, baby,” he gritted out, his jaw clenching as he spoke. The sound of his low, rough voice caused my inner muscles to clench, and he growled fiercely before pumping his hips once.

  “Yes!” I shouted, lifting up to encourage him to move. He took the hint and pulled out smoothly before thrusting back in.

  “You’re fucking drenched, gorgeous. My cock slides right into your hot pussy. Do you feel how deep I am, Avery? I want you to feel me for days. To remember that for tonight, you belonged to me.”

  “Fuck me, Jake,” I whispered, my voice pleading.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. It was like something snapped inside him, and he started pounding into me, his balls slapping against my skin, the bed shaking with the force.

  My hands had been gripping his biceps, but I glided them down his torso and around to grab his tight—oh, so tight—ass.

  “Squeeze that pussy, baby.” Jake’s blue eyes were dark and tumultuous, revealing how out of control he was. Knowing I’d caused him to lose control like that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my system.

  As my desire rose, my cries escalated to screams of ecstasy. “Yes! Jake! Oh, yes! Don’t stop!”

  “Never,” he barked. “Fuck, baby, that’s so damn good. Yeah, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

  I was delirious, out of my fucking mind, lost to everything but the feel of Jake. He reached between us and pressed down on my clit, giving me the nudge I needed to shatter into a million electrified pieces. Shockwaves crested over and over, drowning me in oblivion.

  Jake stilled, his body coiled tight, then he thrust once more as he shouted my name. I felt his release deep inside me, and it set off another, smaller orgasm. My hands dug into the skin on his back as I clung to him, almost afraid to let go.

  The tension in Jake slowly faded, and he gathered me closer before falling heavily onto his back. I was still panting and trying to regain a sense of reality. His drew his fingers leisurely up and down my back, and the sweet gesture made me feel almost … loved.

  What if this wasn’t just one night? I let myself indulge in a daydream where Jake and I were in a relationship. That his every touch was tender and came from a place of love.

  “That was mind-blowing, gorgeous.” Jake’s breathy comment tore me out of my fantasy. I shook my head to scatter the ridiculous thoughts away.

  “Yeah, well. I’ve got skills, baby,” I joked.

  He laughed and lifted my head from his chest. His ocean blue eyes were heated but also mischievous. “I can only partially agree to that,” he teased while he traced my mouth with a single finger. “I’m going to need to evaluate you in other areas.”

  I raised an eyebrow in a silent bid for him to explain.

  “Let see what that pretty mouth can do when it’s wrapped around my cock.”

  Licking my lips, I winked at him. “You won’t know your own fucking name when I’m done with you.”

  Sunlight poured through the windows of the bedroom of the Honeymoon Suite, making it hard to open my eyes. It hadn’t occurred to me to close the curtains before we passed the fuck out from utter exhaustion.

  Flashes of last night danced across my eyes. Avery’s silky skin, her emerald eyes glazed with passion, the way she looked when she came apart for me. Fuck. My morning wood was now a full-fledged hardon. A smile crawled across my face as I thought of how Avery could help me out with this minor issue. A lazy morning fuck sounded like nirvana to me.

  She’d fallen asleep draped all over me, but she wasn’t there any longer. I cracked an eye open, assuming she was probably sprawled out next to me.

  The other side of the bed was empty. What the fuck?

  I scrambled out of bed and called her name as I check every room, only to find her, and all of her things, gone.

  Thinking back over our night, I couldn’t fathom her sneaking out on me. In between fucking and making slow, sweet love, we’d talked, gotten to know each other a little bit. The more time I spent with her, the more I felt a sort of obsession growing. I was positive she’d felt the connection too. So, it baffled me that she wasn’t here in the morning for us to talk.

  Irritated, I started to snatch my clothes up from the floor and stormed off to the bathroom. I stopped short at the sight of a folded piece of paper propped against the mirror.

  Jake,

  Last night was amazing. I’ll never forget it. You left your mark on my body (literally and figuratively), and I’m sure I’ll feel you for the next few days, just like you wanted. I hope you’ll keep the token I left in your jacket pocket to remember me as well.

  I wanted to spare you the awkward “morning after” shit, so I thought it best if I left before you woke.

  Since I’ll never see you again, I feel safe in telling you that given the chance, I could have really fallen for you.

  Avery

  I scanned the note, then looked it over twice more. I’d been contemplating something all last night, but when I saw she was gone and began reading the letter, I thought maybe I’d been seriously off base. I was prepared to let her go, even if it was the last thing I wanted to do.

  Then I got to the last line.

  With those words, Avery had sealed her fate.

  She was going to be seeing a whole fuck of a lot more of me. In fact, I was determined to make her mine.

  THE END...?

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  “I like the dark granite,” the wife droned on.

  “The one with the sparkles? Of course you want sparkles.” The husband’s voice carried more than a touch of sarcasm. But still, he smiled at his wife as he linked hands with her on the desktop. There was warmth in his eyes as he shook his head at her. “I know you like shiny things,” he joked and she lightly slapped him on the arm. “But I was thinking we could go more traditional. Something like this,” he said, pulling the sample of Carrera marble from the pile before us.

  They went back and forth a few times, offering one sample over the other, vetoing this one and that one. The banter was cute in some ways, but annoying in that I had another appointment to get to. If these two didn’t make a decision soon enough, I was going to fall behind schedule.

  And that wasn’t something I took lightly.

  Owning and running my own construction company was my top priority.

  Who are you kidding? It’s your only priority.