Authors: J. Daniels
Leaning forward, he admires the flowers with a furrowed brow, studying it closely. I greatly appreciate his interest, considering they were a bitch to make, and can’t help but giggle quietly at his look of deep thought. I’ve never even seen a groom react this curiously to a cake I made.
“Wow. I thought the flowers were real. You can really eat those?”
I smile proudly. “Mmm mmm. They are insanely sweet and practically dissolve on your tongue once the heat of your mouth touches the sugar.”
He raises an eyebrow at me as he straightens up. “Christ. You make that sound so dirty,” he says with a low raspy voice. I shrug as if to silently portray I always made things sound dirty, which seems ridiculous even in my head.
No big deal, just how I talk.
“So what do you do, Reese?” I take a generous sip of my drink and watch his eyes go to my mouth, my teeth clamping down on my straw.
After a moment’s hesitation as his eyes linger, he replies, “I’m a CPA with Walker and Associates.”
Nearly choking at his admission, I clear my throat as his eyes widen. “Get the hell out of here. You’re an accountant? You?”
He must be joking. Beautiful and highly intelligent? I feel like I’ve found a unicorn.
He simply nods and studies my face with a small grin. “Does that surprise you?”
“Yes. The guy that does my taxes has psoriasis and looks more like my father. There’s no
way
someone as hot as you is an accountant.”
Jesus, Dylan.
I close my eyes and shake my head, hearing a small chuckle from his direction. When I open them, finally, I lock onto his curious stare, his lips slightly parted as if he’s about to speak. The DJ comes over the speaker system and halts him.
“And now it’s time for the bride and groom’s first dance.”
I turn my body toward the dance floor, which has suddenly opened up to allow Justin and Sara into the center. Sara looks beautiful in her strapless gown with intricate beading and Justin looks decent in his suit. Okay, maybe a little better than decent, but that doesn’t say much. I’ve always thought all men look better in a suit, no matter what they looked like before they stepped into it. A familiar song softly plays overhead and I cringe.
“Jesus Christ. You have
got
to be kidding me.” I down my drink and place it on the dessert table as Reese steps closer to me.
“Do you not like this song?” he asks. Everyone is watching the couple adoringly and I’m staring at Justin like I want to punch him in the throat.
What a tool.
“No, I love this song. I loved it so much that I made it
our
song two years ago.” I laugh. “Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised Justin failed to be original here. He was never one for change or originality, especially when it came to our sex life.” My eyes flick to Reese who is now sucking on a piece of ice. He bites it hard and lets it slide down his throat as he leans down, his nose brushing against my temple. I freeze.
“Really? Tell me.” I swallow loudly and close my eyes, wanting to block out everything around me that isn’t him in this moment. It’s only his breath on my face, his scent, and the slightest contact of his skin against mine. “Did the two of you ever sneak off at a wedding and fuck each other’s brains out?”
Holy hell.
Did he just say that?
My eyes shoot open and my mouth drops.
Can I honestly respond to that? Would he like it if I told him exactly what I want to say, which is I only want
him
to fuck my brains out at this wedding, or any wedding for that matter?
I shift on my feet and search my head for the appropriate wording when Joey appears at my side, out of breath.
“Cupcake, I need a moment.” He grabs my hand, smiling flirtatiously at Reese and pulls me toward our table, planting me firmly in a chair.
I glare at him. “This better be an emergency for me to allow you to pull me away from
that
conversation. He just basically insinuated he wanted to fuck me into tomorrow, and I’d very much like that.” My eyes flick back to Reese who is talking to one of the bridesmaids now, her hands playfully pushing at his chest as he speaks.
Oh, please, you look so desperate.
Joey straightens his tie and pulls his jacket off, slipping it on the back of his chair. “Good lord, he’s direct. But back to the important matter at hand, Billy just gave me the best blow job of my life.”
My eyes narrow at his beaming face and he shrinks a bit in his chair. “Seriously, Joey?
That’s
what you had to pull me away from Reese for? You couldn’t have waited until
after
I had an orgasm to tell me this?” I lean forward and his eyes widen. “And for shit’s sake, what guy hasn’t blown you that you aren’t quickly trying to give the title of best mouth in Chicago to?”
“That’s not all I needed to tell you.” He moves in closer to me, his hand brushing my hair back to reveal my ear. “On our way to our secluded hook up spot, I saw the bride with her lips wrapped around the best man’s dick.”
“WHAT?” I clasp my hand quickly over my mouth as I feel hundreds of eyes on me. “Are you fucking serious?” I manage in a much more appropriate tone. He nods just as Juls storms up to our table.
“You two bitches are so fucking loud. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Joey and I say in unison.
I’m not sure we should make Juls aware of the situation just yet. I’ll let her get paid first, and then drop that juicy bomb in her lap. She’ll want to rub it in Justin’s face how he got what was coming to him, and that might result in a canceled wedding reception and a loss of her commission.
I brush my hair off my shoulder and smile sweetly at her. “Are you done with your wedding planning duties now?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.
“Yes, finally.” She rolls her eyes. “That fucking wedding party was a disaster. I’m pretty sure they were all in some giant orgy back there before they walked into the reception.” I meet Joey’s eyes and we both try to keep a straight face. The music picks up and Juls jumps on her heels, reaching out for our hands. “Ooohhh, I love this song! Come on. Let’s go show these rich snobs how we shake it in downtown Chicago.”
“You know it, girl,” Joey says as I shuffle quickly behind them.
She makes a quick stop at Ian’s table and my eyes lock on to Reese who gives me a playful smile behind his drink. The other boys are talking amongst themselves. “Wanna dance, babe?” Juls asks before Ian grabs her and pulls her into his lap, kissing her passionately in front of everyone. I can’t help but blush and glance quickly at Reese, who notices and winks at me. My heart beats roughly in my chest at the gesture.
Relax, it was just a wink.
“Jesus Christ. Get a fucking room,” Joey says, pulling me in the direction of the dance floor.
“Wait.” I pull my hand out of his and quickly walk around the table. I stop in front of Reese and lean down, pressing my lips to his ear as he lifts his face to mine. His fingers curl around my arm and the contact makes me momentarily dizzy. “Keep your eyes on me,” I say, and he sucks in a breath. Our eyes are locked and our faces inches apart.
“How could I not?” he replies softly. I straighten and see the lingering intensity in his stare as Joey reclaims my hand and pulls me out onto the floor, which is now packed with guests.
Beyoncé’s “Naughty Girl” is bumping through the speakers, the bass vibrating through my body as I begin to move. Joey and Juls dance next to me, the three of us trying to out dance the other. My hands move up my body, brushing over my stomach, up my chest and up around my neck as I close my eyes and let the music take over. I love to dance, especially with my best friends. My hands run through my wavy hair and I feel the hem of my dress rise a bit, brushing the middle of my bare thighs. “Go girl!” Joey squawks and my eyes flash open to see him spinning and twirling around me, as only Joey can do. For a man so tall and muscular, he can move his body as if he were professionally trained. I sway my hips and move in the most overly flirtatious way possible, hoping and praying Reese is watching me, but not having the balls to glance over and know for sure. I squeal with Juls as Rihanna’s “S&M” comes on overhead. A pair of strong hands wrap around my tiny waist from behind, and I still, feeling hot breath in my hair.
“Don’t stop, Dylan.” Reese’s voice sends a chill up my spine and goose bumps along my exposed skin. His hips move against my back as he pulls me against him, his hands slipping around my stomach. Juls’ eyes widen and she goes to reach for me when Ian appears by her side and grabs her hand, spinning her into him and dipping her for a kiss. I close my eyes and feel his hands move up my rib cage, his thumbs brushing along the bottom of my breasts as I rub my ass against his crotch. I haven’t danced like this with a guy in years; in fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed it this much before. My pulse is hammering in my throat and I can feel my face heat up from the contact. We’re moving together in perfect rhythm as I reach up and around his neck, feeling his breath on my bare shoulder. His hands spin me and my chest presses against his.
“This dress is killing me,” he says, brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. We continue to move against each other, his impressive erection digging into my stomach and my hands gripping tightly around his neck while he holds on to my hips. Our lips are so close — open as our ragged breathing brushes each other’s face, sharing the same air. If either of us were to move in slightly, we would be kissing.
“Were you watching me?”
“Depends. Were you dancing just for me?” I lick my lips and nod. His eyes widen before he drops his hands from my waist and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the dance floor.
Holy shit. This is it. I’m actually going to have slutty wedding sex with the hottest guy on the planet.
I inwardly high-five myself as we move quickly between the guests.
I follow closely behind him, my heels preventing the faster walking I would have preferred as we move down the staircase and down the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and my nervous energy has kicked in, causing me to practically bounce on my feet. He pushes the men’s room door open and drops my hand.
“Wait here.” Disappearing behind the door, I stand outside the men’s room and pray to God no one is in there. I’m so wound up right now, I can’t imagine what would happen if we didn’t follow through with this. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.
I lick my dry lips as he opens the door and smiles. “You don’t mind a bit of an audience, do you?”
My eyes widen and I swallow loudly, seeing a small smirk form on his lips. “I hope you’re joking.”
I’m not having sex in front of people. No fucking way.
“I am. Come on.” He grabs my hand, but I stay firmly planted in the doorway.
“You don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Because if we’re about to do what I think we’re about to do, it’s not happening if you have one.”
He raises his eyebrows at me, seemingly unprepared for that justified question. “No, no girlfriend. I haven’t had one of those since college.” He tugs me against his chest. “Any more questions before I ravage you?”
I shake my head slowly with a flirtatious smile.
“Good.” He pulls me into the bathroom and locks the door behind us before he pushes me up against it. His hands grab my face as his lips softly brush against mine, tasting and teasing me. My bottom lip is pulled into his mouth and I moan, granting him full access as I part my lips and his tongue sweeps inside.
“Fuck, Dylan.” He moves his tongue against mine, biting and licking my lips.
Holy hell, this guy can kiss.
His mouth expertly explores mine for what seems like hours, and I slowly feel a pull building in my core. This kiss actually makes me feel bad for all of the other kisses I may get from guys in the future. The bar is being set ridiculously high here, certainly unattainable by the majority of the male race. My hands rake through his hair, holding his head to mine as my body responds to his touch with moans and whimpers. There’s no controlling myself here; I’m completely abandoning all my reservations and giving in to everything I’m feeling. I’m suddenly picked up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me over to the vanity, our mouths still working each other’s. He tastes like spearmint and liquor as I lick him off my lips while his mouth moves down my neck.
“You taste so sweet. I bet every part of you tastes like this.”
I groan at his words as his lips brush against the swells of my breasts, which are poking out from my dress. My hands tangle in his mess of hair. His lips move along each collarbone and over each shoulder, tasting and nibbling every inch of exposed skin.
“Reese.”
His hands hike up my dress and trail up the insides of my thighs. His fingers slide along the length of my panties and his eyes meet mine. They’re the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, no other color mixed in. It’s almost hypnotizing staring into them. Deep pools of emerald. My panties are quickly slid down my legs; my eyes widen as he tucks them into his pants pocket.
Shit, that’s hot.
My fingers work frantically at his suit jacket, prompting him to slip it off and place it next to us. I’m practically clawing at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons with my shaky hands. I need to see him bare in front of me. I want to see his muscles contract as he moves inside of me, and by the way his shirt stretches across his chest, I know without a doubt he’ll be unbelievable to look at.