Desperate Haste (Nat. 20, #3)

Chapter 1

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MALCOLM

“Y es, oh my god, don’t stop ,” she begs as I lie between her legs, feasting on her just like our friends had feasted on cake and expensive food a few hours earlier. Doing the thing with my tongue that drives every woman I’ve ever been with wild, she writhes underneath me and lets out a sound that is a cross between a whimper and a laugh.

“Someone knows what he’s doing,” she moans.

I glance up from my meal, giving her a cocky grin while swiping my tongue across my lips and take far too much pleasure in how her cheeks flush. My hands find her round thighs and pull her closer to where I’m kneeling on the floor against the bed. “Trust me, darling, I’ll show you exactly how much I know all night if you let me.”

Ophelia cocks her head to one side, giving me a look that says “is that right?” before speaking again. “Then why don’t you get back down there and prove it. ”

So that’s what I do.

I drop my head between her thick legs, using my hands to push them further apart, and the silk fabric of her maid of honor dress glides further up her supple waist. Her hips flex as she opens herself up for me, welcoming me in and letting me have every inch of her I’ve been craving. As I lick and flick and edge her on, it isn’t lost on me how much of a cliché this entire situation is. A groomsman hooking up with the maid of honor on the night of his best friend’s wedding. Often the storyline of a horribly cheesy romcom, and here I am living it in real life. But for weeks now, I’ve watched her come into my bar and flirt with other men. I held her in my arms as she cried during our friends’ engagement. And the few times our group of friends has gotten together, I’m pretty sure she’s flirted with me—even if her flirting came out as backhanded comments and sly digs. This girl is a fucking tease and I’m tired of being on the other end of it.

Tonight, I’ll be the one teasing her and claiming her as my own.

“I want you to finger me,” she demands as she arches her back and presses her hips closer to me. I scowl for half a second—no one’s ever told me what to do in bed before and I’ve taken plenty of beautiful women to bed with me. Trying to take back control of the situation, I tease her opening with my fingers but I don’t give her what she wants. A huff of frustration comes from her mouth and she reaches for my hand, pressing it where she wants it.

“Be a good boy and do as I say.” Her voice has an edge to it that turns me on and gets my dick even harder in my dress pants. Did I just get turned on by being called a ‘good boy?’ What the hell?

“Why don’t you just let me make you feel good?” I challenge, rubbing my fingers against her clit, causing her to moan loudly.

“You are making me feel good, but I think you could make me feel better,” she dares as she begins to shake underneath me. I can tell she’s climbing and getting closer to her finish, but I’m not going to let her off that easily. Pushing myself up from my knees, I pull away from her causing her head to snap up in confusion.

“Sit up,” I demand, and she does what she’s told. Frantically, I slip the thin straps holding up her dress off her shoulders and push the dress down to expose her chest. Her breasts hang heavy and exposed as she isn’t wearing a bra. The pale yellow of the fabric highlights her olive toned skin magnificently.

“Has anyone ever told you how perfect these are?” I growl as I take them in my hands and start to flick her pert nipples with my thumbs. She sucks in a breath and leans closer, biting my neck and causing a shockwave of heat to run down my spine.

“Several men, actually,” she hums with a coy smirk. I meet her gaze and tip my head to one side.

“How many women have you used that line on?”

“Several, actually,” I repeat her words back to her before pushing her down onto the bed, lowering myself on top of her as I do. With her nearly naked underneath of me, I finally have access to everything I want. As I press my lips to her neck, nipping at the soft spots, my hands go to work on her breasts and her center. She starts to rise again, her body reacting to every touch I give her. It’s not long before low moans escape from her lips and I can feel her starting to fall over the edge.

“Come for me, darling, come on my fingers like I know you want to.” I hardly have to ask before I feel her come undone beneath me. Wanting to toy with her like she’s been toying with me from afar for the last few weeks, I pull away just long enough to let her take a deep breath before bringing my hands back to the sensitive spots on her body. She flinches as I slide my fingers up her center and I love how soaked she is because of me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whisper into her ear. When she opens her eyes, she has the audacity to roll them.

“Is that another line you use on the women you get into your bed?” she snides with a half smirk.

“What if it is? Don’t you all like being called a good girl?” I ask as she helps me unbutton my shirt. I stand from the bed, undoing my belt and peeling off my shoes and socks. When we tumbled into my apartment after being dropped off by an Uber, we went straight for the bedroom knowing good and well where our night was headed. She stands to meet me and wiggles out of her maid of honor dress, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. I bite my bottom lip hungrily as I take in her body and trace all her curves with my eyes. As I strip out of my suit and mirror her lack of clothes, she looks at me in the same way I’m looking at her.

Like she’s ready to devour me.

“Do you have a condom or do I need to provide one?” She raises her brows at me and I honor her level of preparedness. More often than not, the women I bring home expect me to have protection. I like that she’s just as prepared as I am.

“You carry condoms with you?” I question as I open the drawer in the bedside table, pulling out a fresh condom and flashing it between us. She snatches it from my hand and holds it up between our faces.

“Of course I do. The only thing I want to bring home from a man’s house is the satisfaction of a good orgasm.” She takes the foil between her teeth and rips the packaging open before handing it back to me. “Now put this on and show me if you can make that happen. I hope you can walk the walk as well as you talk the talk. Things will be awfully awkward if you can’t.”

I chuckle at her words and take the opened condom from her hand.

“Watch me put it on,” I demand as I look down to wrap it up. My cock is at full attention and waiting desperately for any kind of relief. I glance up to see if she is following my direction and sure enough, she is. Her lips pull back the slightest bit as she watches me slip the condom down my shaft. Her eyes flick back to me with hunger and I take a step closer to her.

“Now lay down.” She does.

Before lowering myself down on top of her, I lift one of her feet up and bend her knee so her foot is on the bed and the other is extended out. Then, I slowly start to bring myself down on top of her, peppering different spots on her body with soft kisses as I do. One on the top of her thigh, then her knee, and then her stomach. As I kiss my way up her body, her fingertips explore my chest and my back, following the ridges and well pronounced muscles like a feather. She hums with delight when I make my way to her neck and sink my teeth into it. When I bite her a second time, she digs her fingernails into my back and we suck in a breath in sync with one another. Slowly, I reach a hand down between us and use the tip of my cock to tease her entrance. She repays the feeling of ecstasy I’m causing her by bringing her teeth to my neck and biting down with just enough force. The mix of pleasure and pain creates a new wave of need inside of me to have her as my own.

But patience is a virtue and I’m not going to rush things.

“I’ve heard you’ve been with a lot of men before,” I start, pushing myself into her just an inch before pulling out again.

“I’ve heard you’ve been with a lot of women before,” she tosses back, bucking her hips up, silently begging for more. The push and pull between us, battling it out for higher ground, only makes the tension between us thicker.

“Is that a problem?” I ask, giving her another inch before pulling out of her again. She stifles a groan as I relentlessly edge her on.

“Is it a problem for you?”

“Not at all,” I answer, and pull out of her one more time. When she sinks her teeth into my neck again, I can’t hold myself back from her any longer and push myself all the way in, causing her to gasp. “But I promise you, Ophelia, I’ll be the best you’ve ever been with.”

“We’ll see about that,” is all she can say before her eyes roll to the back of her head. I brace myself up on my hands and drop my head, bringing my mouth to her nipple as I thrust inside of her. She brings her second foot up onto the bed, bending both of her knees, and spreads herself even wider for me. She gasps every time I sink myself inside of her all the way to the hilt, hitting her in all the right places.

“Harder, fuck me harder ,” she begs. I do what she asks and bring my knees under me for more support and pound into her even harder. “God, yes,” she nearly shouts, wrapping her hands around my wrists and looking up at me with desire in her eyes.

My eyes catch sight of the mirror I have intentionally placed on the wall opposite of my bed and I suddenly need to have her watching me. “Flip over, now,” I demand, quickly pulling out of her and guiding her into a new position so she’s on her hands and knees, facing the mirror.

“You okay with this?” I check before pushing myself into her again. While I love getting to take women from behind, I’ve been with enough to know that this position doesn’t work for everyone. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror we’re both facing and she gives me a sultry smile.

“How’d you know it’s my favorite?” she sings. My lips pull back into a grin hearing her words and I line my hips up before slowly pushing into her again. Holding herself up on her hands and knees, she releases another moan. As I sink myself inside of her, I can feel my own orgasm starting to build. With my hands on her hips, I spread my fingers wide love how her ass bounces as I fuck her from behind. My eyes close as I work to focus on every sensation that’s exploding inside of me. The way she takes me feels like a dream I never want to end. Suddenly, I feel her fingers near her pussy and I look down to see what she’s doing. Using her index and her middle finger to form a V, she places her fingers around my shaft, adding an extra layer of friction for both of us.

“You are a fucking dream ,” I hiss, leaning over her and kissing her back. Her deep auburn hair is falling over one of her shoulders and I take a fist of it in my hand, pulling it back so she has to look at me in the mirror. When our eyes meet, she gives me a smug smile as if to say, ‘ I know. ’ She keeps her fingers where they are and starts to squeeze them together even tighter around my dick while rubbing her clit at the same time. Not once in my life has a woman done this to me and it’s driving me wild. I can feel myself nearing my finish but if I’m going to come, I’m going to take her with me.

“I can feel you getting harder.” She breathes heavily as the tempo of my thrusts starts to increase.

“I’m getting close,” I warn and she picks up the pace of her fingers on her clit. “God that feels so good.”

“Come on, Malcolm, fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. I know you want to.” She throws her head back and arches her back, giving me even more room to sink deeper inside of her. Her body begins to shake again and I know she’s just as close as I am to her finish. I bring a hand to one of her breasts and start to play with her. We continue like this until we crash at the same time, both finding a satisfying release in the other. A guttural noise comes from my mouth as she gives me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

She falls to her elbows as I prop myself up with my hands trying to catch my breath as I come down. When she drops her hips, I slip out of her and she rolls over to look up at me.

“I guess your reputation precedes you. You are a good fuck,” she praises with a smirk.

“I’m glad I can satisfy your needs,” I retort, breathing heavily and looking down at her. Her lips are pulled back into a half smile for a moment as she studies my face. Then, her hands find my chest and she gently pushes me off to the side. I watch as she rolls out of bed and heads towards the bathroom. My arm is slung over my eyes as I work to lower my heart rate and I can hear the sink running in the bathroom. I was just about to go in and offer to help her clean up when the door swings open again and she steps out, hair tousled and thrown to one side.

“Thanks for a fun night,” she says smoothly while slipping her dress back on.

“You’re leaving?” I push myself up onto my elbow and look at her with furrowed brows. We literally just finished having mind blowing sex and she’s just going to leave? Normally I’m the one trying to leave, what the hell is going on here?

She bends over to pick up her discarded panties from the floor and tosses them into her purse that she grabbed off my dresser, not bothering to put them back on. “I never stay the night.”

“Are you sure? It’s late. I can sleep on the couch if you want me to.” My friends like to give me a hard time about how I treat women. They say I’m noncommittal and that I do this thing where I make women fall in love with me just to turn around and leave them high and dry. Being ‘Malcolm’d’ is what they like to call it. For years they’ve busted my balls and time and time again, I waved them off and told them they’re just jealous they aren’t getting as much as I do.

“Seriously, why don’t you stay?” I offer again.

She slips her heels back on and takes a few steps closer to where I’m sitting on the bed and looks down at me like I was a petulant child throwing a tantrum. “You’re sweet. But I already called a car from the bathroom and it’ll be here any minute. Thanks for a fun time.” She leans down and kisses me on the cheek— the mother fucking cheek —before tossing her hair over her shoulders and walking out of my room. Before she’s gone, she turns over her shoulder and winks at me.

As I sit on the edge of the bed, still naked and wearing the used condom, I blink hard and look around my now empty room, my mouth slightly agape. When the front door of my apartment closes behind her, I can’t believe what just happened.

I have been Malcolm’d.