Seventeen
Heath
Knowing I get sex soon, my mood is a million times better. I don’t mind cleaning up after people and schmoozing grandmothers when it shaves a couple of hours off my countdown. Actually, the added tasks made the time fly by. Now I’m sitting at the long VIP table facing a crowd of faces I don’t know, choking on the smell of flowers and house-brand sparkling wine. When I hear the signature tap of a glass, my mood sours.
Speech time. I’m not afraid of public speaking, but I’m not a fan either. Luckily, no one wants to hear a speech from all ten members of the wedding party. I get to sit this one out, but I still have to sit and listen.
Wedding toasts are stupid and predictable. Someone always cries, someone always tries to be a stand-up, someone always gets so nervous they stammer and look like they’re going to piss their pants.
I zone out during the speeches, barely listening to Mary’s brother’s and the start of Teagan’s.
“So, I guess I mostly want to thank you, Mary,” she says. “Thank you for making my best friend the happiest he has ever been. And, from all of us, thank you for making him significantly less of a douchebag.” The crowd laughs. “In all seriousness, congratulations. I can’t wait to see where the future takes you. Cheers and salud !” The crowd repeats her final word. We all take a sip.
Teagan’s speech is flawless. Of course it is.
She’s on right now—professional, focused, unflappable. She told me I could get it, then she got back to business. Meanwhile I can barely keep my mind off it for more than a two-minute stretch. She has mastered the art of convincing people she is perfect, but I know her better than that.
If she asked for my help and my company, she’s desperate. The stress has her close to cracking, and fuck , I want to be the one to break her open, not one of the dumbasses sitting between us.
When I pay attention again, Brett is choking up. I stare at my plate, fighting back my urge to roll my eyes.
“We’ve always done everything together, ever since”—he takes a breath to compose himself—“ever since we were little kids. And I’m so happy we get to move into this next stage of our lives together too. I love you, man.” Ryan stands up and gives him a hug. The crowd awws and applauds.
He acts like they’re the ones getting married. I clap, trying to keep my thoughts from reaching my face.
Finally, it’s over. Teagan goes to get the mic but Ritchie stands and grabs it before she can. Her smile drops to a flat line. Going off script? That’s going to piss her off.
“Mary, Ryan, congratulations to you both. You two are amazing together,” Ritchie says slowly, his eyes squinted. The alcohol’s effect on his judgment is glaringly obvious. “Your love is an inspiration, and I can’t help myself from wanting the same. So, tonight, surrounded by all our friends and family, there’s something I wanna do.”
Oh shit. I look over and see Teagan’s eyes widen at the same time as mine. No , no , no , no , no .
“Gigi, I love you so much,” he starts, and I stand to grab the mic from him. I barely get my hand on it when he spills, “Will you m—”
I snatch it and cover with, “Will you all stand and join us in toasting the happy couple one last time?”
I lift my glass from the table. Chairs screech and people rise from them, the sound covering Ritchie’s complaints. “Congratulations, Mary and Ryan . Here’s to a lifetime of well-deserved happiness.”
The crowd says whichever version of praise they prefer and sips their drinks. The music kicks up and I breathe a sigh of relief. Holy shit, that almost made me the person pissing my pants during the toasts.
People move around to exchange hugs and go to the dance floor. I switch off the mic, feeling secure in my win.
“Why’d you do that?” Ritchie whines.
“Because you’re a fucking dumbass, Rich. Why would you think this is the time to propose to Gigi?” I ask rhetorically. “Sit down and don’t say shit else the rest of the night, or I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”
He looks at me and doesn’t protest, knowing I’ve been begging for a reason to punch him. I go over to the venue coordinator standing next to Teagan and hand them the mic.
“Thank you,” Teagan says.
“Wow, I finally did something worthy of your praise?”
“Don’t push it.” Teagan can’t let me win for too long. She walks by me but stops, standing just close enough for me to hear her whisper, “I despise you, but right now, I want to suck your dick so hard you’re going to worry it’ll fall off. Find us a closet before I change my mind.”
My not-so-little man thuds in my pants. She walks away and I have to take a seat.
~
I love how horny Teagan gets when she hates something. That’s one reason she’s such a good lay. She hates me plenty.
It only took me a minute to find a closet. Down the hall and around the corner, the room is full of coats, dresses, and jackets hanging on lines of racks, all of them looking abandoned beneath a layer of dust. Inside it’s dim and windowless, the mood set by the muted sounds of the music wafting in from outside. My dick is in my pocket and I’m counting down the seconds until I get to free it.
Teagan finally appears at the end of the hall, checking over her shoulder five thousand times while she approaches. I hold the door open for her.
She’s inside for half a second before she starts complaining. “It stinks in here.”
“What? No it doesn’t.” I pull her around two racks of clothes to a little open space tucked behind a large concrete column. There’s nothing but a bare wall back here, but that’s all I need.
“It smells like mothballs.”
Her complaints don’t slow my eagerness. My belt is already unfastened and my fly is halfway down. “Stop bitching and take your panties off.”
She purses her plump lips the way she does when I annoy her, but she can’t think of a comeback. To no one’s surprise, she reaches down to lift her skirt.
Her dress is a million layers of frilly shit. I pull out my not-so-little man and stroke it while she unburies that ass from beneath it all. The round perfection attracts my hand like a magnet. I squeeze it while my cock swells.
“There’s no way we can do this. How am I supposed to—”
I shut her up with a hard spank. “We made a deal. Take your fucking panties off or I’ll take them off myself.” Finally, she does what I tell her. The little string of fabric slides over her shoes. She holds them out to me on the tip of her finger. “Thank you.”
“Mm-hmm.” She can’t hide the cute little grin on her lips. She drops to her knees and I hold my breath.
Her lips glide over my head, then she sucks until it hurts. She pushes me to the back of her throat and oxygen no longer exists. Goddamn . I have to brace myself with a hand against the wall to keep my knees from buckling.
The sound of her mouth sliding up and down drives me almost as crazy as the way it feels. Gentle, warm, then cruel and hot. She massages me gently, sucks me hard, and laps that soft tongue over my head. I look down and catch her eyes and her evil glint inside them. If I didn’t know her better, I’d think this was my reward. But I know what she wants—what she expects. And I want to give it to her.
Pulling out the condom I hid in my jacket pocket for this exact occasion, I tear it open. She lets me slip from her lips and stands. “Seriously, how the fuck is this going to work?”
I push her back against the wall, pressing my body against hers. “Why don’t you shut up and let me show you?”
She stares at me with those dark, doe eyes and I know she wants to tell me off, but it’s already game over for her.
I reach down between her legs, and she shuts her mouth. Circling the little bud with my fingertips, I feel her breath grow heavier against my chest. My finger glides easily inside her, so I let another join it. She feels tight around them, barely enough room to rub my fingers against her special spot. It makes waiting to get in her feel harder than my cock.
When her breath quickens and she grows slick, I can’t wait any longer. I lift her leg to wrap around my waist, rub myself against her entrance, then push my way in.
She gasps. I flex my hips to push in deeper, feeling her warmth grip me with every inch I give her. “Oh!” Her moan sounds like she’s surprised. That’s right .
Inside her, I’m in my happy place. So tight in this position, I breathe out with contentment and hide my smile against her neck.
As I stroke it nice and slow, she whimpers. Her hands move between us and pluck at my buttons. I grin and toss my tie over my shoulder, giving her access to anything she wants. She reaches up my shirt and runs her hand against my stomach and chest. Her hips flex toward mine to push me deeper. She can pretend she hates me all she wants, but she can’t pretend she doesn’t love my body or what I can do to hers.
“It’s not so bad in here now, huh?” I tease her.
She looks at me with heavy eyes. Her teeth hold her bottom lip in their grasp. That version of a yes makes my blood go south.
Her hips move faster against mine. I hook my hand under her other leg and lift her up. She moans when I push deeper. “Oh, fuck.” The rasp in her breathy whisper makes it hotter. Her arms wrap around my neck to put part of her weight on my shoulders. She acts like she’s heavy, or that I don’t plan to nail her to this fucking wall.
I roll my hips, changing my angle a little each time to feel all of her. Her nails claw down my chest. I pick up my pace, using the wall to help me fight my way into her tight grip over and over, making her legs shake in my hands.
“Oh god. Right there. Just like that,” she says.
I do as she commands. She muffles her moans near my ear, her quick breaths matching the rhythmic thud of our hips against the wall. The feeling surges through me. My head falls back with a moan. “Uhn.”
“Someone’s coming,” she says.
“Yeah, I’m close.”
“No, someone’s here.”
“Huh?”
The door opens and light shines under the line of coats. I freeze.
Two people scuttle in, giggling as they do. I hold my breath, trying to think of a way to explain how I ended up balls deep in Teagan while looking for a coat in the middle of summer.
“You’re so bad!” a woman says.
“Why? Don’t you remember doing this all the time when we were young?”
There’s more giggling, then the sound of kissing.
I look at Teagan with a silent What the fuck?
She shrugs in confusion, her grimace screaming I have no fucking idea!
We stay where we are, afraid to make a sound. The door opens again. “Mom! Dad! What the hell are you doing?” another voice yells.
“Nothing! We’re doing nothing!”
“Are you screwing around in a coat closet? You’re seventy years old, not a couple of teenagers!”
“And what’s wrong with that?” the older woman complains. The door opens again. “You’ll wish you’re half as frisky as we are when you’re our age.” The voices trail away, and the door closes behind them.
Teagan cackles. The laugh I’ve been holding in bursts from me.
I put her back on her feet and look at her; the carefree smile on her face is real. Rare too. “Should we stop?”
“And what? Violate the contract?” she quips.
I smirk, pick her up, and get back to work.
~
Teagan’s mood matched mine the rest of the night. A little smile on her face at all times, even through the petty annoyances and lack of alcohol. I watch her from across the room while she dances with Ryan and Chet, unable to let go of that warm, fuzzy bliss she gave me.
While she chats with a small group of Mary’s relatives, her eyes find mine. She scowls, making me laugh. I don’t care how much she pretends to hate me if it makes me feel like this.
“I was going to head out. Do you need any help?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“Cool.” I turn on my heel to leave but she stops me.
“Hey. Twelve-hour notice for tomorrow.”
I’m confident I went above and beyond in that closet, but her admitting it and asking for more is a surprise. “Oh yeah?”
“Don’t get cocky.”