Lies(59)

I just wait.

A groan. “Maybe I’m a little uptight about not being able to properly monitor all of the people coming and going, but it’s okay. I’ll live with it.”

“Repeat after me. This is our wedding, not a high-threat zone.”

“I know, I know.” His hands slide over my bare shoulders. The pads of his fingers warm and just a little rough. “It’s all good. Really.”

“Tell the truth. You’ve got the zoo casing the place, don’t you?”

He scoffs. “No.”

“Yes, you do. You big fibber.”

“They’ve been trained to monitor their surroundings. I didn’t say a word, I swear.”

“You didn’t need to.” My fingers trail lightly over the lapels of his suit jacket, his crisp white shirt. “I’m glad your friends are here for you today. And I know you think I don’t take security seriously enough, but I do. I get it. I want us both to live a long, healthy life together. It’s good that they’re keeping an eye on things. Makes me feel safer. Now, however, you need to relax and enjoy. That’s an order.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

My hands glide lower, over his belt buckle and onto the fly of his black slacks. Down the zip goes and in my fingers slip.

“Babe.” He grins. “Do we have time for this?”

“It’s important. We’re making time for it. The pre-wedding blow job is a tradition. You’ve never heard of it?”

“Oh, now that you mention it, that does sound like an important institution that should be diligently honored,” he says, cock hardening in my grip.

“Because, let’s be realistic, our wedding night is going to consist of hours of you painstakingly removing bobby pins from my hair until we both collapse in exhaustion.”

“There seems to be a lot of thought behind this tradition. I’m at your command.”

“Are you now? Widen your stance a little, please.”

He’s all velvet skin and heat. And the scent of him and his cologne, it gets me so high.

Carefully, I arrange the skirt of my dress and get to my knees. One hand around the thick length of him, guiding him into my waiting lips. Much swearing from him. Some of it in foreign languages.

I tighten my lips around him, sliding them up and down his length, stopping to give him the amount of suction he loves. Meanwhile, my other hand plays inside his pants, toying with his balls. I suck and lick and take him deep, loving him with my mouth. Letting him know we’re all good. The salty taste of his precum hits my tongue, and oh God, pleasuring him pleases me too. I’m already wet and ready to go. But this is about him.

However, when his dick is truly swollen and rigid, lined with veins, he stops me.

“You come with me,” he breathes, hands on my arms, lifting me to my feet. “Be on top. That way we won’t crush your dress too bad.”

“What about your suit?”

“Fuck my suit.” He slips out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair. Then he lies down on the floor at my feet. A slight sheen of sweat covers his forehead. “C’mon.”

My dress was not exactly designed for this, but what the hell. Straddling his body, I sink down on his hard cock. Lucky the skirt of my gown is floor length. No one need ever know about the carpet burn I’m about to get on my knees.

A small sigh slips out of me. “Damn, that feels good.”

“Ride me,” he commands.

“We have to be fast. All of those people downstairs…”

He laughs. “You’re the one on top. What are you waiting for?”

I set my hands on his chest, my hips rising and falling, finding the right rhythm. Even grinding against him every so often. It’s all so good. The way he stretches me just so. The feel of him heavy and hard inside of me. Everything about this is perfect. I love him so much it hurts. But if my complicated updo actually manages to come out of this intact, I’m going to owe the hairstylist extra. Because soon enough, I’m riding Thom for all I’m worth.

Like mine, his breath comes in harsh pants. “That’s my girl.”

“Yeah.”

“Always feels so damn good.”

Hands squeeze my thighs, beneath my dress, as he silently urges me onward. Harder, faster, I bounce up and down on his cock. His hips rise and fall in sharp little movements, pushing his dick into me deeper. The warmth spreads and builds and finally burns in the sweetest way possible. My lungs working hard, my heart close to bursting. Until finally it hits. And it’s one hell of an orgasm, racing through me, taking me over. My pussy squeezes him tight, greedy to keep him forever.

“Babe,” he moans beneath me, coming hard too.

And I’m conscious just enough to stop me from face planting against his white button-down. Thank God. No one would believe he had a shirt full of makeup by accident. Jen must be suspicious as all hell already. Not that it’s illegal to screw your betrothed before the ceremony. But we’ve definitely thrown the old don’t-see-the-bride-before-the-ceremony thing right out the window. Oh well.

Thom’s smile is dazzling and wide. “God, I love you.”

“See,” I say, taking a deep breath and trying to set myself to rights. “You’re all relaxed and happy now, aren’t you?”