Read Just Another Wedding Online
Authors: Jessica E. Subject
Tags: #romance, #hot, #erotic romance, #wedding, #sexy, #contemporary romance
Holding her against the door, he swiped her key card. The door clicked and he carried her inside.
Her heart slammed in her chest. She kicked off her dress which had settled around her ankles, craving him with reckless abandon.
With a chuckle, Bill set her down, before quickly picking her back up again. He pressed her against the wall, like in the elevator. This time, the door would stay closed, no one to interrupt. He fumbled with his fly. Legs around his waist, she rocked into him until the tip of his cock rubbed along her clit. The she froze.
“Shit.” Bill lowered her to the ground, shaking his head. “I never expected this tonight. I didn’t come prepared.”
Prepared?
She gripped his shoulders, hoping he wasn’t going to walk out on her. Not yet, anyway. “You mean condoms?”
With a nod, he released a heavy breath. “Yes. When I was married, I never needed to carry them around.”
A recent divorcee.
The slight hope she held onto that Bill would be more than a one-night stand flew away. She would be his rebound fuck, a nudge for him to get back into the dating world.
So be it.
Her own itch needed to be scratched. “I packed some in my bag. Let me grab them.”
***
Them?
She brought multiple condoms for an overnight stay at the hotel? How many guys did she expect to have in one night? “Um, I only need one.”
Pepper yanked out a strip of foil packages, brushing them across her nipples. “I’m willing to bet otherwise.”
He groaned. Head spinning, he gripped the door frame of the bathroom. He’d hit the jackpot with this woman. Or so he hoped.
Legs spread open, she trailed her fingers along her wet pussy. “Get over here, Mr. Bank Manager. Let’s get started.”
Not caring if he ripped something, he stripped off his clothes before joining her on the bed. He expected to crawl on top of her, plunge right in. But she met him on her knees, her more-than-a-handful breasts pressed against his chest. His muscles tightened when she grabbed his balls. Yet, as she massaged him, he relaxed, save for his engorged cock.
Wrapping his arms around her, he reclaimed her soft, full lips, imagining them wrapped around his dick. With a strangled groan, he thrust toward her. Need consumed every last thought.
He grabbed her ass, pulling her tighter. His entire body shook with restrained control. She made him feel desirable for the first time in months.
Slipping from his grasp, she leaned down in front of him, her fingers surrounding his cock. She licked the tip, the movement sending him straight to heaven.
“Don’t tease me. I like that way too much.”
She took him in her mouth, sucking his swollen head, circling his shaft with her tongue. Though he tried to stop, he couldn’t fight the urge to drive into her. And she didn’t stop, simply taking him deeper with every thrust.
A heavy weight filled his body.
God, no. It’s too soon.
He pulled out, the orgasm barreling through him, his seed spilling into his open hand.
“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t look at her, shame quickly taking the place of the satisfaction of release.
Something soft touched his skin. A towel. Pepper wiped his hand and his softening shaft. She stared up at him, a light smile across her lips. “No need to be sorry. Now, lie back. We’re far from finished.”
His stomach twisted. He hadn’t gone for a second or third round in years.
Settling on the bed, he stroked his shaft, praying he had at least one more in him. The rip of a foil package did the trick, making him instantly hard and ready to go again. This time, he would make sure Pepper came first.
***
Pinching the tip of the condom, she rolled the thin barrier over him. With the taste of his salty syrup still on her tongue, she met his lips for a chaste kiss. The foreplay in the hallway had not been enough. He left her hungry for more. An entire night of ecstasy. Even with his quick release, she yearned for her own satisfaction.
She straddled his waist, lining the tip of his cock to her folds. Taking in a little at a time, she adjusted to his thickness. Then she let go, sinking all the way on. A whimper escaped from her lips. Exactly what she’d been craving. She placed her palms on his chest, arching back. The perfect angle. He’d touched her G-spot the instant she settled on top of him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
His cock pulsed. With a groan in response, he clutched her hips. She rocked along with him, her nerve endings lighting up with every movement. Pressure built inside her, a bomb about to detonate. She dug her fingers into his chest, losing control. With a strangled cry, she burst, shattering into a million pieces.
Bill grunted below her, not yet letting go. His motions became more frenzied, extending her orgasm. Her breaths came in short gasps. She couldn’t handle much more, her head ready to explode.
A roar echoed through the room. He bucked under her, his cock convulsing inside her sensitive walls. Her own release leapt to new heights, setting off fireworks in her mind. She collapsed onto his chest, her entire time with him filled with new experiences.
A one-night stand, the best of her life. Though she hoped for more, more stress-reducing releases, and more of Bill. A future? If he was willing.
***
Four orgasms. Three used condoms. And one long nap. Though now that he’d opened his eyes, Bill couldn’t get back to sleep. At this time back in Hanton, he would be out jogging the streets with his cop buddies. Now, even with the sexy, naked woman beside him, his mind focused on the need to feed his rumbling stomach.
Slipping from the arms of his most adventurous lover, he left the bed and collected his clothes off the floor. He ducked into the bathroom to relieve himself then dressed in his suit from the night before, tucking the tie into his pocket.
With one last glance at the beautiful woman who’d invited him into her bed, he left the room, hoping the hotel had a continental breakfast.
***
Pepper rolled over, stretching her muscles, tired from a night of the most amazing sex ever.
Bill. Oh shit!
She turned to the other side of the bed, but found it empty. He’d already left. A glance around the room confirmed it, his clothes gone, too.
Disappointment clutched her gut. She’d known all along their time together would end like this. Though she couldn’t deny the hope for something more. One-night stands and casual dating were no longer enough. With no husband, or even a serious boyfriend, each passing day filled her heart with more loneliness. Her parents, after thirty years of marriage, were still unbelievably blissful, as were her recently married friends. Would she ever find the same happiness?
She slid off the bed, swallowing her pride.
It’s my own fault. I need to start looking for the right guy. Not the right now guy.
With a heavy sigh, she plodded to the bathroom.
Why can’t I have both in the same person?
Because keepers don’t sleep with someone they’d just met. She knew that, and yet she’d still invited Bill up. Maybe at another time and place, the night may have gone differently. If he hadn’t been fresh out of a divorce.
A knock sounded at her door.
Shit. Housekeeping already?
She hadn’t meant to sleep so late. But after an all night session with Bill, she’d forgotten to set her alarm. The shower would have to wait until she arrived home.
She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself. Hopefully, she’d at least be able to change before they kicked her out.
Opening the door, she held her breath, prepared to argue for that one concession.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” Bill waltzed into the room, his arms filled with food. “I didn’t know what you wanted for breakfast, so I brought a variety of things.”
Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. Her heart swelled. “You...you came back?”
He furrowed his brows. “Of course I did. I just needed something to eat, especially if we go another round or two. I know you said you were buying, but I thought it might be more intimate up here.”
She chuckled, wiping her tears. “I don’t think we’ll have time. I have to check out soon.”
“Oh.” He frowned. “Well, maybe you’d like to come back to my place? Hanton is only a half hour away. That is, if you don’t already have plans.”
She shook her head. “No. No plans. I just didn’t think this would go beyond the hotel. I thought once you’d left, I’d never see you again.”
After setting the food on the wooden desk, he turned and faced her, looking as vulnerable as he had last night when he realized his mistake. “I’m sorry. I thought... never mind.” He headed for the door. “Goodbye, Pepper. Thanks for last night.”
“No!” She rushed to him, grabbing his arm. “I do want more. It’s just that when I woke and you weren’t here....”
Pulling her against him, he held her tight, pressing his lips to hers. She moaned at the sweet invasion, and the taste of a chocolate chip muffin. Gripping his ass, she felt the swell of his cock against her stomach. Ready to go all over again.
But he pulled away, leaving her breathless.
“You’d better get dressed and eat before it’s too late. I’ll pay for the extra night if you don’t check out in time. Though I’m really anxious to get you into
my
bed.”
Sweet and sexy, and God, she wanted him. She expected last night to be just another wedding. Yet, with Bill, it turned out to be so much more. Perhaps she’d finally found her keeper?
Only time would tell.
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Author Biography
Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at
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