Scored(68)

“Accidentally on purpose you mean,” Layton shouts, then lowers her voice. “We were fighting at the time.”

“Who are you talking to?”

Layton’s hazel eyes go wide. “No one. I’m simply reminding myself of your betrayal. Just because we wore the exact same dress didn’t mean you had to ban me from prom.”

Paige groans. “Not this again.”

“Anyway, can you two stop fighting long enough for me to talk to Paige?”

“Dallas?”

Layton grins and kisses me on the cheek, wiping away the lipstick she left behind. “Good luck. I’m rooting for y’all to win… also, that door locks from the inside, too.”

Storing that bit of information for later, I unlock the door, open it wide enough so I can get through, and step inside. The room is dim, but my eyes quickly adjust as I shut it behind me and find Paige standing in front of me, looking bewildered and… happy to see me? That can’t be right—not that I won’t go with it. I just expected a different response.

“What are you doing here?” she asks sharply.

And that’s the response I was expecting. “It’s been eight days.”

I lock the door from the inside, then start tugging at my tie because I hate wearing neck-nooses. “You were supposed to text me,” I remind her.

“Maybe I forgot your number.”

Is she flirting with me? “Maybe I should remind you of it… and other things.”

“We can’t have sex at my best friend’s wedding,” she says, but I notice that not only has she stopped backing up, but her nipples are hard little points poking through the top of her dress.

“Sure we can. All I have to do is pull out my cock, then all you have to do is lift your dress and spread your legs. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Chest heaving, she licks her lips, her gaze dropping to my groin, where my cock is fully erect and ready for her pussy. “You expect me to just fall back into your arms?”

“If you fall, I’ll catch you, or bend you over the ottoman so it’s not an issue.” I grab my dick by the base and squeeze, making a big show of it, because I know it will get her going. “I’m so hard for you, Paige.”

She whimpers. “This doesn’t mean that we’re not going to talk.”

“Fine. Have your people call my people.” I stalk the rest of the way to her, grabbing her shoulders and slamming my mouth against hers.

She attacks me, pulling at my shirt, ripping at my pants until her hot little hands are around my erection. I tug on her dress, trying to be gentle as I struggle to make her tits pop out the top so I can get her nipples in my mouth.

Finally, one pops out. I cover it with my hand, then drop my fingers down to pinch it. Unable to take it a second longer, I dip my head, taking a hard, sweet nipple in my mouth to remind it I’m the one who owns it.

Paige moans so loudly that I’m sure they can hear her over the music, but if they can’t… I shove my hand between her legs and find her hot and wet. So wet.

With my free hand, I dig through my pocket and pull out a condom, nearly ripping it open with my teeth in my hurry to get it on. Paige helps me roll it down, then that sexy-as-fuck woman pulls up her dress and spreads her legs.

I lift one of her thighs, position my dick at her entrance, and drive in slowly, almost blowing at the sound of her satisfied sigh. I keep playing with her clit, wanting her to be with me the entire way. I’ve been blessed with stamina, but I have been cursed not to have Paige in my bed for over a week.

Her pussy clamps down on me and I grunt her name, then pick up my pace, pushing into her and pulling out just far enough to drive her crazy enough to dig her fingernails in me.

She chants my name, but I want to hear her scream it. I thrust harder, hike her thigh higher, and press her against the wall. The one breast I managed to get out of her dress bounces hard with the movement. I don’t have enough hands to play with it and this position doesn’t allow for much flexibility, so I concentrate on making her come.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” she almost shouts.

“Come for me. Come all over my cock.” I flick her clit. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”

She tenses up for a split second before screaming my name so loud my ears ring. I join her two thrusts later. She sags against me, and I enjoy the weight of her while my orgasm pulses out of me.

“Oh, my Lord. Would you look at me?” Paige shrieks, pushing me away. “I have a hickey on my neck and my makeup is smeared.”

Confused, I look behind me and find a floor-length mirror. Damn, I wished I’d spotted that before. I put my attention back on Paige even as I get rid of the condom. “You have a couple of hickeys on your tit, too. You don’t plan on flashing anyone, do you?”

“You… oooh.” She smooths her dress down and mutters something under her breath before shoving past me. “I can’t go in there looking like I’ve been rode hard and put up wet. I still have to try to catch the bouquet and do the bridesmaids’ dance… and give a speech at dinner.”

“Rode what?” I ask.

“Never mind.” She pulls up her top and pushes her boob inside at the same time. “Did Layton know you were coming?”

“She’s the one who invited me.”