CARTER
As if this day could get any better, I’m now standing in our en suite bathroom, the furthest room from the backyard and all of our guests, with my back against the sink cabinets and my husband on his knees with my cock stretching out his beautiful lips. Watching the way his wedding band catches the light as his hand strokes my shaft, has my balls already tingling.
Sliding my hand into his hair, I hold him still and thrust gently at first, then snap my hips all the way forward until my balls smack off his chin. The chances are somebody has already noticed that we are missing, so trying to act like we didn’t sneak away for a quickie is pointless. But that doesn’t mean we have all the time in the world before somebody comes looking for us, more than likely my mom.
So I fuck my husband’s face and I come down his throat on a long moan, before spinning us around and dropping down to free his aching cock from these tight jeans. “Don’t go easy on me, baby, fuck my mouth and feed me your cum,” I tell him and preen at the way his whole body shudders at my words. He’s so worked up from sucking my cock that it only takes mere minutes before he's emptying his balls and painting my tonsils. It’s not until I stand and lick into his mouth sharing his taste and humming in contentment that I feel the plug. Fuck, I must have passed out when I came because I didn’t even feel it.
“I’m kinda sad I sucked your dick,” I admit with a pout. Roman's whole head moves back as he looks at me.
“You’re sad you sucked my dick? What the fuck, Carter?” Oh yeah, he doesn't know about the plug. I take his hand even though he tries to pull it away and force it to run between my ass cheeks.
“I thought it was a sexy waiter game so I prepped, then with the whole… everything, I forgot,” I say, waving my arms around to emphasize the whole day.
Thankfully, his shocked frown turns into a full-blown belly laugh. His fingers tap at the plug and now that I'm aware of it, it draws a moan from me. “As hot as that is, lemme take that out. It's my ass that needs stretching.” And now I'm back to pouting. “Fine, but I get dicked tomorrow at least twice,” I demand, then laugh because if this is our biggest problem, we are going to have a seriously great life.
The night is filled with dancing and drinking and so much love from family and friends. I sit back with a big smile on my face and my puppy on my lap, as I watch Ryan and Drew slobbering all over each other. Gavin has Pete already wrapped around his waist as they dance. James and Asher seem to have hit it off, they are chuckling at something on Asher's phone. It’s probably a picture of the cake I had him make for Ryan way back. I still stand by the inscription I wanted.
Swinging my gaze around the tables I spot my girl Nyx and Roman’s probation officer, Sienna. They are both badasses and super hot to boot. So I’m not surprised that they gravitate toward each other. Hopefully they hang out because Sienna is a cool girl and Roman thinks the world of her. If the smile on Nyxies’ face is anything to go by, she definitely wants to see her again. Love is most certainly in the air.
The pairing that has my eyes bugging out of my head, however, is the shark himself and his pretty little assistant. Eric and Jordy are dancing on the outskirts of the rest of the crowd. They remind me a little of Gavin and Pete with the size difference between them. They are a picture of contrast. Jordan has a full face of makeup and his suit is a vibrant purple that he has paired with some killer heels. Even with those on he still just brushes Eric's collarbone. Eric is ruggedly handsome, with his dark cropped hair and tattoos hidden beneath his perfectly pressed shirt, where Jordan is beautiful and somewhat feminine. He blurs the lines of gender and I love to see people so confidently living their truth, it's beautiful… I think Eric might like it too. Huh, I really thought that guy was straight.
I have pictured myself proposing to Roman and planning our wedding a million times over, but I doubt I would ever have been able to make it this special. The very fact that it was a surprise just plays into the way we choose to live our lives. Which is to live it our way. Fuck what other people think or how society will view us. We don’t need any more time to know that we belong together. Anybody who has ever met us can see we are meant for each other.
We may not have had the most conventional relationship, but what does that even matter. Sometimes things happen for a reason.
Roman Hilson-Banks was made for me. His very essence is tattooed on my soul.
Like yin and yang, baby.