Chapter 10
Ten
Nash
I put my hands on my hips as I look at her with my wedding ring on her finger. “You’re wearing my ring.” I point at her. “I’m wearing yours.” I hold up my hand. “And I’m going to keep wearing it.”
“But you bought this in there.” She points at the door that leads to the living room and the dining room. “It’s not real.”
“It cost me forty thousand dollars,” I reply, and she gasps. “Trust me, those are real.”
“Are you out of your mind?” she asks, and I just shake my head. “You have to be out of your mind, Nash.” She looks at her hand. “You have to take them back.”
“They engraved our initials in them,” I point out, and she looks at me shocked. “You said we had to, so it’ll always be there.” I take a deep inhale. “I’m going to go and take a shower and then we are going to order some breakfast.” I start to walk away from her. “Unless you want to come shower with me?” I wink at her. “We did a lot of married things in there.” She closes her eyes and flops down on the bed. “Look at the room service menu and order something.”
I walk toward the bathroom. “What do you want?”
“Whatever,” I toss out, walking into the bathroom and turning on the water. My head throbs a bit. I figured she would freak out today, but I didn’t expect her to think it was fake. I shake my head, looking around the bathroom. There are towels thrown everywhere because we took a bath, and she ended up riding me until we both came. The water was like a fucking tidal wave at the end. I had to put towels down to mop up all the water, even stepping on them now they are still soaking wet. The tub is still full of water, and a single loofah floats in it. I pull the plug up to drain the water and push all the towels to the side before turning the shower on.
I step in, chuckling at the conversation we just had. I let the water run over my neck that is getting tight thinking of my wife in the other room, freaking the fuck out. My wife. Holding out my hand, I see her wedding band there. What a fucking night. I turn off the water after I finish rinsing the body wash off me. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist, I take another one and run it over my head, drying my hair. Stepping back into the bedroom, I see her in the middle of the bed now with the room iPad in her lap. “This can’t be real,” she murmurs, looking up at me, and I see she has little red spots all around her lips from spending the night attached to my mouth. Every five minutes, my mouth was attached to hers, sometimes less. “It’s not a fake wedding.” She looks up at me. “I am never drinking again.”
“You weren’t that drunk when we got married,” I point out. “I can’t say for sure after we were married when we had our reception.”
“A reception?” she shrieks.
“Yeah, Curtis set it up. We had cake,” I tell her. “Then after he left, you took the icing and said you wanted to eat it off my…” She covers her face with both hands. “Then you pulled down your top and rubbed it all over your nipples.” I smile. “Best cake I’ve had in my life. We did the garter toss right after.”
“There was no garter toss.” She peeks through her fingers.
“You’re right.” I smirk. “I placed your ass on the table after that and ate your pussy right before I took it off with my teeth. You wanted me to put it in your mouth while I fucked you.”
She puts her head back and groans as I’m sure the memories are coming back to her when I hear my phone ringing. “Is that mine or yours?” I ask, and she just lifts both hands in the air, letting them fall back on the bed. “I think that’s mine.” I walk toward where the ringing is coming from.
Right out of the bedroom, I see the balloons all over the room, along with all the white flowers that seemed to multiply after we got married. The cake is in the middle of the table, right next to where her ass print is now showing. “Do you want any cake?” I shout back to the room, grabbing my jacket that is right next to one of my shoes.
“No, I don’t want any cake!” she yells back. “I’m never eating cake again.”
I laugh as the ringing stops, and I take it out and see it was Caine. “Did you order room service?” I ask her as I walk back into the bedroom, calling Caine back and putting it to my ear.
“Do you think I ordered room service?” She side-eyes me. “Does this look like I’ve ordered room service?”
“Baby, you look amazing, like you always do.” I sit on the side of the bed, and I’m about to hang up on Caine to recreate a couple of moves from last night when he answers.
“Please tell me that picture you sent was a joke,” he blurts, not even bothering with a hello.
“What picture?” I ask him, not sure what he’s talking about. I look over at Zoey, who sits up in bed now.
“The picture of you and Zoey at the altar kissing with Elvis behind you,” he says, making everything in me stop cold.
My eyes go big as I cover the phone with my hand. “We sent my brother a picture of us at our wedding,” I whisper-hiss at her.
“Stop it right now.” She throws the covers off her, and all I can do is stare at her body as she gets on the bed on her knees. Her hair is wild after taking a shower and me pulling it. She’s got hickeys all over her body because I made sure I claimed every single fucking inch of her. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, my mouth has been everywhere.
She reaches for me, and I think she’s going to kiss me, but instead, she snatches the phone from me. “Tell me it’s a joke, Nash,” Caine says.
“One second, let me see what I sent you.” I put the phone on speaker as I open my texts, seeing the top one to Caine. Opening it up, I see the picture in question. It’s when I let her mouth go and looked at the camera with my hand up over my head. I felt like I won at life at that moment. “It’s a nice picture.” I look over at her as she looks down and just shakes her head.
“Wait a second.” Caine’s voice gets loud. “Is this real?”
“Oh, it’s real,” I confirm.
At the same time, Zoey says, “It’s not real.”
“Would you stop saying that?” I look at her as she sits beside me.
“Oh my God,” Caine says, “have you two lost your minds?”
“I have to let you go,” I tell Caine. “The wife and I are about to have our first fight, which will be followed by makeup sex.” I wink at her, seeing her face go red, and I have to wonder if it’s from embarrassment or the fact she wants me to fuck her as much as I want to fuck her.
“Oh my God,” Zoey hisses at me, trying to grab the phone out of my hand at the same time my brother laughs. “Give me that phone.”
“Call me later,” Caine states right before he hangs up. I hold the phone higher in the air as she stretches her hand up to get it from me.
“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?” I ask her the minute she stops struggling with me to get the phone. I toss it to the side of the bed, not giving a shit if it falls or breaks. I put my knee on the bed, getting onto the bed with her, and the towel falls from my hips as I make my way closer to her, my cock ready for her. Crawling until I’m in front of her, I grab her face in my hands and bend to kiss her. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she puts her hands on my chest. I love when she does this because I want her to feel how my heart beats for her. I want her to feel what I feel. I move my hands from her face to the sides of her neck, and her hands slide lower on my chest.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she mumbles when I let her lips go so I can bend and take one of her nipples in my mouth. Her back arches into my touch. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I don’t know about that,” I counter, moving from one nipple to the next. “I think we should do this again.” I bite down on her nipple, my eyes moving to watch hers as her eyes flutter closed. “And again.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, and at the same time, my hand comes up to pinch the other one. She moans out my name, and I swear it shoots right down to my cock like a lightning bolt. “And again.” I move back up to her mouth, my tongue coming out and licking her lower lip at the same time as her tongue comes out to touch mine. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
She falls back on her back before she lays her feet down on the bed and opens her legs for me, exactly like I told her to. “That’s my good girl,” I praise, and her eyes get hooded when I say that. I crawl between her spread legs, putting my hands on the bed beside her arms. Her hands come to my face as I close the distance to her lips. I slide my tongue in her mouth at the same time as one of my hands holds my cock and runs it through her slit. Her wetness coats the head as I move down to her entrance and slide in.
She lets my mouth go to moan. “Yes,” she says as I move my cock in and out of her, her pussy tight and wet. Her tongue slides into my mouth as I continue to fuck her slower than I did the last time. She lifts her legs, putting her feet right at the base of my back to make me sink deeper into her. “Hmm.” She looks between us as my forehead touches hers.
“You watching me fucking you?” I ask, and she breathes out, not answering me. “Taking my cock like a good girl,” I tell her, and her hands go from my face to my arms to my back. My hips move faster as she gets tighter and tighter, the wetness leaking out of her. I have to concentrate so I don’t come before her, as that’s never an option. I slam into her hard as my balls slap her ass. “Are you going to come for me?” I ask, her eyes watching my cock slide out of her and then disappear again. “Come on my cock like a good girl, baby.” Her hips move to match my thrusts this time. “Show me how much you like when my cock fucks you,” I urge, pressing my chest to her as I slide my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks my tongue like she sucks my cock.
“I’ll come on your cock,” she barters, “if you come in my mouth.”
“Right down your throat,” I tell her, and she nods. Her pussy makes it hard for me to move now. “You’re really going to suck the cum out of me?”
“Yes, I want to suck the cum out of you,” she moans right before she closes her eyes. I feel wetness all around me as her pussy spasms, dripping down my balls as I slam into her over and over again. This orgasm lasts longer than the last one did, and I swear I can feel another one coming. “I think I’m there again.”
“Then ride it, baby,” I urge her, and she thrashes her head side to side.
“I don’t think I can,” she says. Instead of answering her, I just fuck her harder, throwing her leg over my shoulder so I can sink into her deeper. “Oh, God.” I close my eyes, trying not to come inside her, making her ride out her second orgasm. “Yes,” she cheers, her pussy not stopping the spasming as it strangles my cock. “Nash,” she says, and I groan. “Not in my pussy. I want it in my mouth.” We’ve been together less than twenty-four hours, and she knows the sounds I make when I’m close. “In my mouth.”
“Then you better get ready,” I warn, pulling out. Her legs fall to the sides, and she sits up at the same time as she swallows my cock. “Fuck,” I hiss. I don’t know which one I like coming in more, her pussy or her mouth. Her hand grips the bottom of my shaft as she fists me and sucks me at the same time. My hips fuck her mouth at the same pace I was fucking her pussy. She moans when I hit the back of her throat, and it vibrates through me, pushing me off the edge. I come in her mouth, right down her throat, and like most of the times before when I was in her mouth, she swallows everything I have to give her. Her hand slows down when I finish shooting in her mouth. She looks up at me as she pulls my cock from her mouth before licking the head like it’s a lollipop, the tip of her tongue sliding into my slit to take whatever cum is left in there. “Hmm,” I say right before I move away from her touch and see her sitting there, her legs open, her pussy glistening. “Time for me to eat breakfast,” I announce, and her eyes light up at the same time as they darken. “Lie back, baby, and let me eat,” I say right before she lies down and I devour her pussy.