Wicked Wedding- Part One Page 3

  Josh paused, his head tilting back as if he were thinking, then suddenly he spun me again so my back was to him. Both his hands caressed the exposed skin on my back. “Fuck, I didn’t even think about the brick hurting you. I’m sorry,” he murmured, peppering more kisses along the back of my shoulder blades.

  “Didn’t even notice,” I whispered, arching my back and wiggling my ass against his cock again. My pussy needed to be filled by that thick cock of his, and the excitement of getting it from a different position was making me ache even more.

  Finally, he grabbed hold of my hips, positioning himself to fill me again. I sighed in relief, loving the new angle. He started the same, slowly inching his way inside, his breath halting until he was completely inside of me. “You feel perfect… and you’re so tight. Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

  My greedy hips stopped bouncing against him. I’d been responsible my entire life, always making sure I crossed my t’s and dotted my i’s. It was time for a change. I was on the pill, but continuing to screw him without a condom was being irresponsible.

  I didn’t care.

  Yes, Josh was a huge playboy. I had no idea how many partners he’d been with throughout his sexual career, but his cock felt too damn good for me to tell him to stop.

  “I’m clean and on birth control. We’re good,” I breathed, slamming back into him, moaning because it felt amazing.

  He sighed in relief, thrusting his hips roughly. Buried deep inside me, he pressed his lips to my ear. “Good. Pulling out of you would be damn near impossible.”

  Holding me in place with his arms wrapped around my waist, he really began to move. The pace was fluid and building intensity with each heavy breath he released from his nostrils.

  We were in our own world under the setting sun. Anyone could walk around the brick wall and find us, but I didn’t care. This was the hottest sexual encounter I’d ever had, and experiencing it with Josh made it all the more erotic.

  Keeping one hand firmly around my waist, his other hand tugged on the hem of my dress that covered my breast. He was searching for skin, cupping his hand under my bra. My back bowed when he pinched my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. My insides clamped down on him like a vice, causing him to let out a hiss. “You like it a little rough, don’t you, naughty girl?”

  Maybe I did? I had never been in a situation considered rough. Missionary, girl on top, sometimes doggy style. My sex life was pretty basic. I’d never been ‘fucked’ from behind standing against a brick wall, either.

  Moving his hand from my nipple, he brought it to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear and caressing my cheek. I turned my head, searching for his fingers. Capturing one in my mouth, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked.

  “Damn,” he grunted, his thrusts beginning to pump faster, causing our skin to slap together. His motions made me suck wildly, swirling my tongue against his fingertip. It was making him boil in the sexiest way.

  Unlatching his arm from my waist, his hand skimmed down my stomach and under my dress, reaching for my clit. Pressing down on the sensitive nub and filling me completely, he nipped my ear lobe. “You ready to blow, baby?”

  My mouth popped as I let go of his finger, a moan of pure bliss escaping my mouth as my answer. Hot breath ran down my neck as he circled his thumb, mimicking his tongue from earlier. It was happening to me again, the build low in my belly that was throbbing and ready to erupt with pleasure once again.

  He knew it too, rubbing faster, eager to push both of us over the edge of euphoria. Rotating his hips in an exquisite rhythm alongside his thumb, I blew, my jaw dropping open as the rush of tiny prickles ran through my body, bursting from my core with pure pleasure. Clamping his hand over my mouth, his hips pressing frantically, causing my ass to bounce against his stomach, the sound of flesh on flesh, mixing with the sound of wind blowing the branches of the trees.

  He bit down on my shoulder, masking his own sounds of pleasure. Clinging his arms around my waist, he pounded furiously. With a muffled groan, he spurted hotly inside of me, cramming his cock as deep as it would go. His nostrils flared against the nape of my neck, the warmth of his exhale a drastic difference from the cool brick against my hands and exposed breast.

  My breathing slowed along with my energy. My body sagged, using the wall to help my wobbly legs stay upright. His breath was still heavy against my skin, his kisses becoming more tender against my shoulder.

  His hands still held me close to his chest, his cock twitching inside of me. Was he going to rally? If he were, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it. Not only because I was exhausted, but because someone would come looking for me.

  “Hello?” A faded voice said. I froze, every ounce of me becoming as stiff as a board.

  ***

  Josh’s chest pressed against me, shielding me with his broad body. He heard the distant voice too.

  “Anyone back there?” The voice said again but was becoming more clear.

  Plucking his cock from inside of me, he brushed a hand against my cheek. “Shh,” he murmured into my ear. “Stay.” The heat of his body disappeared. I heard the shuffle of his pants then felt the leather of his belt brush against my thigh as he fixed his pants.

  Both of my hands trembled against the chafe of the brick, stuck into place from the terror of the voice on the other side of the wall.

  Without glancing my way, Josh left, striding along as though he hadn’t just blown my mind.

  What the hell just happened?

  “Sorry, did you need something to drink?” Josh asked after clearing his throat.

  “Well, actually, if you don’t mind.”

  Shit. The owner of the voice was who I thought it was.

  Shaking my head, I quickly re-arranged my dress, covering my breast and ass. I’d be extra cautious tonight, knowing I had no underwear on underneath since Josh ripped them. A shiver ran down my spine as I replayed the sound of fabric tearing. It was hot. Running my hands through my hair, I attempted to regain my composure from the lust filled frenzy I had been in only seconds ago.

  As I fixed myself, I could hear Josh making small talk with Matthew Callahan. I guess it could have been someone worse to interrupt my inappropriate behavior. My parents probably sent him looking for me. They always had someone on back order for their precious daughter.

  “You didn’t happen to see a girl in a red dress come out this way, did you?” Matthew asked Josh.

  I held my breath. What would Josh say? I’d heard him brag about the women he’d been with before. He’d thrown me against a wall and had his way with me already. I looked toward the sky. Now, I was another notch on his belt. I needed to suck it up and deal with it.

  “Umm, I’m not sure?” He said nonchalantly.

  “Hi,” I appeared from behind the wall, hopefully not looking like I’d been freshly fucked. “How are you, Mr. Callahan?”

  The moment he saw me he straightened from leaning across the bar, leaving his drink on the counter. Josh’s eyes darted to me, his brows crinkling slightly in confusion. He probably thought I would have stayed hidden.

  “Chloe, please call me Matthew. May I get you a drink?” I glanced at my half empty cup on the bar top nervously. Josh read my mind, grabbing the drink as though it were his.

  Walking to Matthew, I gave him a mega-watt smile as if nothing terrible had happened within the past twelve hours. “Sure. Gin and Tonic, please.”

  Josh’s jaw clenched while Matthew grinned.

  “I figured we could walk along the path by the lake and chat for a bit if you’re up for it,” Matthew said pleasantly. “Pal, can you make her drink a double?”

  Josh’s eyes narrowed. “She didn’t ask for a double.”

  “It’s fine,” I said quickly. “Then I won’t need to come back as soon for a refill.”

  Matthew smirked, then turned to Josh. “There you go.”

  Josh watched me, a storm brewing in his eyes. I maintained my composure but was terrified h
e’d brag about fucking the unwanted bride whose fiancé left her at the altar.

  Instead, he turned away from Matthew, knowing I was watching, and licked the rim of my glass slowly, then threw back the rest of my drink. It was a reminder that his tongue just made me fall apart.

  I squirmed, attempting to hide the fact that I was rubbing my thighs together from the heat of his eyes. The way he licked the rim was erotic. Even the gulp that ran down his throat was sexy. I’d just had two orgasms, yet he was making heat rise in my belly again.

  “Do you want to go for a walk with me?”

  Snapping out of my Josh induced haze, I moved closer to Matthew, nodding my head frantically. He laughed, then put his drink to his lips. The way he drank wasn’t anything compared to Josh’s delicious mouth.

  Josh slid the drink toward me, his eyes intently looking into mine. “Anything else?”

  I shook my head, a shiver rushing down my spine. “I’m good, thank you.” It was a lie. I wanted another orgasm.

  From him.

  But that wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t lose myself at this venue. Although the quick pounding from Josh was distracting, I knew misery would set in once the clouds in my head cleared. I needed to move on, and my parents would be happy I took some time to talk to Matthew. They obviously wanted him to be the next option since Malcolm fucked me over.

  There was no way Josh would be permanent in my future.

  Holding out his arm, Matthew was ready to swoop in and whisk me away from the party. I took it, following him to the path by the lake.

  Clanking of glasses startled me, causing my head to whip back toward the bar. Josh tossed my empty glass into a sink, anger radiating off of him.

  Why was he so pissed? He had no right to be. He got off, the presence of his sticky seamen was under my dress, keeping me damp between my legs. A slight tremor ran down my spine and to my core. Damn it, why was my body betraying me like this? I got what I wanted, now it was time to focus.

  I looked forward toward the path, my conscience thankful for Matthew’s interruption, even though my body was greedy for more.

  ***

  “So that’s how I stumbled upon my business.”

  I smiled at Matthew as if I was interested, but listening to him yack about his career was boring as shit. He was very successful and enjoyed boasting about it, and as attractive as he was, it didn’t help to distract me.

  Not when I had Josh’s tongue fucking me on the brain.

  I fidgeted against the railing that separated us from the channel that led into the lake. We’d walked a good amount of time, and found our way back to the venue. I could see the bar where Josh had been in the distance. I wanted to go to him, but I knew it’d only lead to bad decisions.

  “I’ve been a bit impolite talking about myself this whole time. Tell me about yourself.” Matthew said with a soft laugh, interrupting my filthy fantasies about Josh and his tattooed biceps.

  “Not a whole lot to say. I graduated with a master’s in marketing and business management.”

  “What do you plan to do with that?” He asked, genuinely seeming interested. I bit my lip, for the first time feeling embarrassed for what my life ambition was. Matthew probably already knew. Most men with his stature saw women in the same view. That we were meant to have babies and please their husbands. A grade A trophy wife.

  “I’m not really sure.” My hand pointed to the venue. “I’ve unfortunately ran into a snag in my future.”

  Matthew’s grin faded. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.”

  I shrugged my shoulders, wanting to hide my uncertainty. I hadn’t even thought about Malcolm our entire walk. No, I just thought about how Josh’s lips turned my body to mush. “Better he did it now than run off with his secretary.”

  Matthew scowled. “Did he cheat on you? Is that why he left?”

  “Yep,” I lied.

  “He doesn’t deserve you,” he said quickly, reaching for my hand. I didn’t budge, though, only kept both my hands on my empty drink. I shouldn’t have lied to him. Who was I kidding? Malcolm leaving for more of a reason than not being ready made a better story, and he looked more like an asshole. It made my heart feel slightly better.

  “Thank you for saying that. It was very sweet of you.”

  Matthew’s hand found his side, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I mean it. I know we don’t know each other very well, and it’s probably too soon for you, but I’d love to swap numbers.”

  My eyes found my drink, staring at the rim. All I could think about was Josh’s tongue.

  Licking my lips, my eyes found Matthew. He was exactly what my parents wanted for me. Prestigious, successful, and would spoil me like the trophy wife I was bred to be.

  I’d spent an hour walking around with him, and I had zero urges to explore more than a friendship. Maybe it was too soon, but Matthew couldn’t help me right now.

  “Do you mind if I get a refill?” I asked sweetly.

  Matthew’s face fell slightly, but he kept a small smile. “Want me to get one for you? I can bring it back here if you want some alone time.”

  He didn’t want me to lose interest. I wasn’t surprised. Men like him didn’t like when they didn’t get what they wanted.

  I turned to head back to the bar, my traitorous heartbeat picking up its pace. “I’d like to go grab it. I should probably check in with my parents as well.”

  Matthew quickly added, “I told your mother I was walking around with you. She knows where you are.”

  I held in my eye roll. I didn’t need another keeper. A friendship might not work out with him. “That was kind of you,” I managed to say without sounding irritated. “But I should say hello to the other guests.”

  He nodded as we walked. “You’re right. I won’t keep you any longer… tonight.” He gave me a wink.

  My lip twitched as I tried to smile back at him. When we came back to the bar, it wasn’t deserted like before. Fortunately, everyone kept talking when I arrived instead of acting like I were a piece of glass on the verge of shattering. I didn’t recognize them, and since I wasn’t wearing a white dress, I assumed they wouldn’t realize I was the lucky one who got ditched on her wedding day.

  Josh didn’t even glance at me when I sat at the bar. Matthew took a seat next to me, waving his hand, trying to get his attention. “Hey, Pal, we need a few refills over here.”

  Josh turned, a scowl on his beautiful face. He looked pissed, and it was sexy as hell. I resituated in my seat as he walked toward us. He was unbelievably handsome. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing the sleeve of tattoos on his forearm. Josh was so tempting, and I couldn’t forget the passion we shared behind that damn brick wall.

  I wanted more and fighting the urges that were pounding between my legs was going to be a hard task.

  “The double sized drinks were perfect, buddy. Lasted us the whole walk,” Matthew said kindly, holding our glasses out for a refill. Josh snatched them from Matthew, not bothering to look at me.

  My brows furrowed. Asshole didn’t even acknowledge me.

  Matthew turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “He’s probably upset he’s out here. Doubt he gets as many tips as the bartender inside. I’ll turn his mood around.”

  Josh came back with our drinks, a frown set firmly on his face. Matthew only smiled, then reached for his wallet, retrieving a hundred-dollar bill. “For all your troubles tonight,” he smirked, handing it to Josh. “Keep the drinks coming, especially for my beautiful friend.”

  He stared at the tip, his eyes narrowing more than they already were. “Thanks, but I’m good.”

  Matthew shook his head and laughed. “Come on, buddy. I know you got screwed by working out here. Please, take it for all of your hard work.” Matthew placed his hand on the back of my barstool. “It’d make her happy.”

  I leaned forward, not comfortable with Matthew’s hand gently stroking the bare skin of my back that Josh had kissed s
o affectionately.

  Josh watched and laughed under his breath, a smirk struggling to hide his irritation. “I think she’d be happier if you left her alone.”

  Matthew’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?”

  Josh crossed his arms over his broad chest, tilting his head to the side as he stared at Matthew. It was sexy as hell. “Her fiancé, who she’s been with for five years, just left her. Maybe you shouldn’t be hitting on her.” His stormy eyes turned to me with his next words. “You’ll just be a rebound lay.”

  My breath caught in my throat. How dare he…

  Matthew frowned and stood from his seat. “For a bartender, you’ve got some real guts. I doubt your boss would be pleased with your poor attitude.”

  Josh smirked. “Why don’t you go find him and tell him you feel that way?”

  Matthew’s jaw clenched as he glared at Josh. Turning to me, his features smoothed. “Let me walk you inside, Chloe. You’ll be more comfortable. It’s getting chilly, and I’m not sure I trust you with this guy.”

  Holding in my fury, I nodded my head to Matthew. Josh watched as I stood from the stool, not bothering to grab my drink.

  “I’ll never understand how some people can be so rude,” Matthew muttered, setting his hand on my lower back.

  “Me either,” I grumbled, hugging myself, irritated I’d just let that asshole screw me like a cheap whore.

  When we walked inside, my parents' friends were mingling, a mixture of chatter and music playing in the vast room. My mother called me over, introducing me to more of my father’s valued clients. They were friendly, offered condolences, then continued to the bar.

  My mother patted my cheek. “Chloe, you look a touch flushed, dear.”

  Giving her the best smile I could, I assured her I was fine.

  She nodded, then lead me to other groups of guests. It was a horrible experience, and thankfully, Stacey spotted me, quickly striding in my direction. “Chloe! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She said in a low hush. “Those bitches in our sorority just left. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe they’d just ditch you for some party.”