Chapter 1 – Beau #3
I fuck her nice and hard, how she wants, slamming my cock into her in a rhythm that has her squirming.
My eyes adjust to the dim light, and I take in her gorgeous face.
The arch of her rosy cheekbones, the slope of her nose, her wide pink lips as she moans with pleasure.
The noise mingles with the distant sounds of party chatter and music, but anyone walking by would hear them.
“Can you stay quiet for me?” I grunt, even as I shove deep inside her.
“Yes,” she says, too loudly. I kiss her again, clumsily, my teeth clashing with hers. I want her too much for restraint or finesse.
“Don’t lie, Brin.” My fingers move steadily against her swollen little clit. “If you need my help to keep quiet, tell me.”
“I—”
I hit something at a better angle, and Brinley loses whatever she was about to say.
The anticipation made every touch tonight hit ten times harder.
Little gasps fall from her pink lips as her pussy squeezes rhythmically around my cock.
She’s so close to coming, and as much as I want to hear her scream, some sane part of me is still in control.
Our friends are all outside, maybe fifty feet away. This can’t be how they find out, hearing Brinley scream as she comes on my cock.
I pin her hips against the wall with mine and slam my hand over her mouth. Her cry vibrates against my palm. I press harder.
“Quiet, baby. Quiet for me.” My hips roll into her, slow and brutal, jarring her body against the wall. “You're going to come on this cock with all of them on the other side of that door, and you're going to do it without a sound. Squeeze me. Let me feel how badly you want to scream.”
She shivers and gasps against my hand, her gorgeous eyes squeezing shut.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper against her lips. “And I want your eyes on me, Brinley baby. I want every man you danced with tonight standing fifty feet away while you fall apart on my cock. And you're going to look at me while you do it.”
She gasps against my palm and reaches between us, finding the small space where she can rub her fingers over her slippery clit while I fuck her.
Right away, her expression breaks, and I dip my head to smile against the space below her right ear, inhaling her neroli scent as she comes undone for me.
“That’s it, baby, take it.”
I groan, my balls tightening as I feel her slippery fingers brush against me as she coaxes a higher release.
Her climax sweeps through her in a ruthless wave. Her scream of pleasure is muffled by my fingers as she writhes on my cock, pinned between me and the wall, forced to wring every drop of pleasure her body will give her.
I press my forehead against hers, gritting my teeth as I come inside her.
I keep her pinned, drawing it out, until her pussy has wrung every fucking drop out of me. She whimpers when I finally still and makes a small, broken sound against my palm.
I have no idea how I keep Brinley and myself upright as every muscle in my body goes loose and liquid.
My only anchor is her soft skin and her citrusy-floral scent.
The distant party sounds slowly blend back into my consciousness.
Brinley’s hold on my shoulders loosens. Slowly, I remove my hand from her mouth and her pouty lips part as she tries to catch her breath.
I steal it before she can, kissing her stupid until I have to force myself to stop.
I can’t walk out there with a fresh hard-on, and if she gets any more wet, she’s going to soak through her dress.
I let her down to the floor. She still holds her skirts awkwardly up around her waist as she turns away and cleans up with some tissues she stuffed in her bra. Thinking ahead, as always.
We quietly set ourselves right. Hair brushed back, clothes straightened, make-up checked. There’s a good meter of space between us as we return to normal. A moment to collect ourselves and remember who we are out there, when we’re not hiding.
“Hey, wait.” I grab Brinley’s hand in mine. She blinks up at me, waiting, trusting. I smooth down her tousled locks of brown hair with my fingers. Then I run my thumb along the side of her mouth, pretending to fix smudged lipstick, but really I’m just not ready for her to leave yet.
“Do I look okay?” she asks quietly.
“You’re perfect, Brinley baby. You always have been.”
Like she was never touched. Like we were never even here.
Brinley slips out the door, and I lean into the wall, dropping my head as I count the minutes again. Only this time, there’s nothing good to anticipate.
When I stroll back into the reception, I hear Luke calling my name.
I walk back into the wedding with my best friend's sister still wet on my fingers.
Beau Bishop, best man . That's what the place card says.
Traitor. Liar. Sinner. That's what I am.
“Beauuuuu,” he croons tipsily, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “Where’d you disappear to?”
“Looking for a charger. My phone ran out of juice.” The lie slips out easily, before I’m even thinking of an answer.
Luke doesn’t question it. “Aw, man. You found one?”
In answer, I hold up my phone and snap a photo of him. He instinctively covers his face with his hands.
“No way,” he groans. “I’ve had too much whiskey to take a good picture.”
“Nah, I think this is good material for your dating profile.” I show him the pic, where his eyes are red and his mouth is open like a fish’s.
Across the room, Brinley’s swaying on the dance floor with Cat, Pippa, and Maura. She looks totally composed, like the past twenty minutes never even happened.
This is what we are, Brinley and me. Two people who can only ever love each other in ten-minute increments, behind closed doors.