Chapter 6 #2
“Sounds ominous.” I lifted one polished nail to my mouth and tapped it against my lips.
“Keep testing me. I think you’re throwing some sass at me because you feel extremely vulnerable after calling me Daddy. I’m paying attention, darling.”
Fuck. How did he do that? See straight to the heart of the matter? Instead of complying, I slid off the chair and knelt down on the smooth, tiled floor. “So, I think I should thank you properly for rescuing me again.”
Sam licked along his teeth as he stared into my eyes, likely seeing the mischief I was plotting. “We don’t have time for whatever naughty thoughts are flying through that head of yours.”
I ran my hands up one of Sam’s pant legs. “You must be thanked after being so chivalrous."
“Uh uh, brat. Stand up. We don’t have time for…”
My hand reached his crotch and I licked my lips again not so innocently.
“Fuck, Mickie.”
I’d clearly reached a clink in his armor. I purred with pure unadulterated lust. Yes, Sam might always be in charge, but I wanted him in my mouth and when I wanted something? I got it. Drinking up the way his eyes followed me, I licked my lips again. “Let me show you how thankful I am.”
“Bold little thing.” Sam touched the top of my head and then checked his watch. “We haven’t had cake yet.”
“There’s something else I’d rather have in my mouth.”
Sam looked up at the ceiling and back down at me. He unzipped his fly, tugging his cock out. “Thank me then.”
After years of wondering what the moment would be like, me on my knees about to pleasure him, I let the noise fade.
Focusing on taking his thickness into my mouth, I licked all around the tip before taking him fully.
Sam groaned, his hands tangling in the curls of my updo, knocking out a few bobby pins.
His reaction fueled me to suck faster. Worshiping his cock, I hoped I was every bit of the goddess he’d hopefully envisioned too.
“Like that, babygirl. Keep doing it just like that.”
I stayed on my knees, my hands assisting my mouth to make the experience memorable.
As if I needed to add to it, I cupped his balls.
Nothing could pull me away from him. Glancing up the long line of his body, I saw his eyes half-shut.
I continued pleasuring his cock like it was the best thing I’d ever put into my mouth.
His fingers gripped harder. I’d found his sweet spot.
“I’m not going to last if you keep going…” He muttered, his tone huskier than I’d ever heard.
Grinning around his shaft I took him deeper still. I was solely focused on him and working my mouth into overtime.
“Fuck, Mikayla…”
I’d repeat that line in his growly tone in my head forever. He seldom used my full first name and the way he growled it? Yum. Quickening my pace while keeping a firm hold had him cursing softly only for my ears. His other hand found my shoulder. He was close, his muscles tensing as I continued.
“I’m going to come, babygirl. If you want to stop, I’ll finish myself off with my hand.”
Nope. I didn’t say it out loud, instead I hummed.
“Fuck, fuck…where the hell did you learn…”
He didn’t finish his thought and instead released into my eager mouth. I swallowed every drop of his essence. It was no longer a fantasy. I was the one making him melt in my mouth, well, and in my hands. Slowly, I sat back on my haunches.
“My beautiful girl,” he finally said, collecting himself as he came down from the intensity of his orgasm. Sam fixed his pants and offered his hands to me.
I let him help me stand, and his mouth claimed mine. We made out as if I wasn’t almost naked, my gown all but forgotten on the small counter beside us. The door banged open without warning and a furious Bonnie stormed in.
“Bestie!” She paled, as her eyes flickered between Sam and I. “Oh. Oh. I’m so sorry to interrupt this. Crystal was thrown out so she can’t cause anymore trouble. We’re about to cut the cake and toss the bouquet.”
“Mickie’s dress was wet,” Sam offered as an explanation.
“I bet that’s not the only thing that’s wet,” she muttered with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Hurry up. Can’t have a flower toss without my maid of honor.”
“Sam was drying my gown after Crystal tossed wine down the front of it.”
Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “I don’t care what the two of you are doing in here, but I need you both out there,” she said, retreating and closing the door behind her.
Sam and I used the toiletries provided to clean ourselves up and then he assisted me back into the dress. The stain was noticeable but at least it wasn’t sticky and uncomfortable anymore. I glanced at him in the mirror as he stood over my shoulder, buttoning the line again.
“You okay, babygirl?”
I lifted onto my tip toes so I could kiss his cheek. “Yes, Daddy. I feel much better. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s enjoy the rest of the celebration.”
I regained my senses and rushed out onto the dance floor, where Bonnie was giggling breathlessly.
Judd tugged her garter belt off with his teeth while the crowd whooped.
The DJ called for all the single women to gather behind them, and I moved towards the middle, not wanting to be pushy.
As the DJ yelled out the countdown, Bonnie threw the pretty bouquet over her shoulder.
I held my hands up, and to my utter shock, the bouquet sailed right into my grasp. I caught it!
Bonnie rushed over and hugged me.
“It means you’re the next one!” she squealed. “Yay!”
The DJ counted down again for Judd to toss the garter belt.
Much to my chagrin, Sam caught the flimsy lace garment in a similar way.
He looked surprised as it hung from his hand, but when he caught my eye, he smiled as if it were all planned.
Before I could cross to him, I found myself planted on a folding chair with my leg outstretched. Tradition was a tradition.
Sam knelt in front of me, resting my foot on his thigh.
He took his time, sliding the silky band up and over my heel, then continued upwards.
For that moment it was only us, his hands on me.
I was sure my eyes were sparkling as Sam kept his gaze on me.
Our friends cheered and hollered, encouraging him to move higher up my thigh.
He played into their playfulness letting his hands completely disappear under the hem of my dress.
The guests roared with delight. I batted my eyelashes and feigned innocence while he finally let his hands slide suggestively down my leg, a smirk playing on his lips.
Getting up from the chair, I was breathless from the excitement. Sam nuzzled under my chin. “At least I have a reason to be flushed now.”
“Yeah, let’s blame it on that,” Sam took my hand and kissed it. “Do you have any more maid of honor duties?”
I nodded quickly, before my nerves kicked in again. “A few. Just have to watch them cut the cake. Then they are leaving for some much-needed alone time.”
“Sounds good. I’ll help with whatever you need.” He let go of my hand slowly. “Then you’re all mine. Are you okay with that?”
His eyes sparkled as he stared at me.
“I think I’m way more than okay with it.” I giggled as Sam leaned in to kiss me. “If you caught the garter and I caught the flowers does that mean…”
“It means whatever we want it to mean, sweetheart. If we weren’t at your best friend’s wedding, I’d drop to one knee and propose right now.”
I giggled again, but the sentiment wasn’t lost on me. We were together. Trial dynamic or not. I needed to stop fighting our chemistry, our connection. A lifetime of excuses didn’t matter. Nothing would tear our relationship apart except for my overthinking and distance.