11. Mila
11
MILA
I couldn’t help but think that something was wrong with Hudson. He seemed a little distracted with his thoughts. I wondered if he was sad or jealous that his ex-fiancée was getting married today, and thinks that it should’ve been his wedding. I turned away from him and frowned. What if Hudson regrets breaking up with Courtney? Why wouldn’t he want to be with her again? She was beautiful and looked like a model.
But the way he looked at me told me otherwise. He looked at me as if I was the only woman in the world. This was temporary, anyway. I was here on a holidate and tomorrow night our agreement ends. I’ll give his engagement ring back on the plane and will go back to being his best friend's daughter.
The music started, a live string quartet playing a familiar classical tune, then all heads turned toward the aisle. The wedding party walked down the aisle, the groomsmen wearing crisp, black suits and the bridesmaids wearing sea-green-colored gowns.
I glanced at the groom, he looked nervous as he started down the aisle. Soon, the music shifted, the bride’s song played, and we all stood up. I felt Hudson’s arm around my waist, the warmth of being close to him enveloped me. He tugged me toward him. I watched Courtney walk down the aisle in an off-the-shoulder, form-fitting white gown. She looked beautiful.
I wondered what type of wedding Hudson would want. Did he want something classy, casual, or formal? Would he want tons of guests or just close friends and family? I imagined him up there waiting for me. Would he tear up watching me walk down the aisle toward him? I’ll never find out. It would be just another fantasy to add to the others I had of him.
We sat down, watching the rest of the ceremony, and it was beautiful.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced.
We all stood up, clapping as the bride and groom walked down the aisle, followed by the rest of the bridal party. Hudson kissed the top of my head and I looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling as he met my gaze.
“Come on, let’s join everyone for cocktail hour,” he suggested, taking my hand after I nodded in response.
Our fingers were interlaced as we held hands, walking toward the bar area where the cocktail hour was being held. His thumb brushing the back of my hand, comforting me.
“May I get an old fashioned and a mai tai for my fiancée?” Hudson asked the bartender, who quickly got our drinks made.
Hudson handed a glass to me.
“Thank you, baby,” I said.
“Of course, angel.” He flashed that sexy smile of his and I was weak in the knees.
The reception was close by. A large tent with round tables was decorated with high centerpieces of crystals, candles, and large floral arrangements. A crystal chandelier and fairy lights hung above. There was a photo booth at the corner of the room, a dessert bar, and a five-tier wedding cake.
This wedding was beautiful, but this was overly done. It was over the top…but to each their own. Every woman dreams of their wedding ever since they’re a little girl. If this is what Courtney wanted, then who am I to judge?
“What do you think of the wedding so far?” Hudson asked, taking me aside, away from others.
“It’s beautiful…a little over the top, but beautiful,” I said, then took a sip of my drink.
“Courtney has always been materialistic and over the top.” Hudson chuckled. “She blows through money without a care in the world.”
I rolled my eyes, then laughed. “Definitely doesn’t know the definition of what hard work is, I assume?”
“You are correct. She never worked and doesn’t plan to ever. Everything was given to her on a silver platter. I feel sorry for Kevin, but that’s his choice to marry her. I’m glad I’m not with her anymore.” He gazed into my eyes and there was a glint in them, as if they were telling me that he was happy to be with me.
We stared at one another, not saying a word. There was a sizzle in the air between us, his eyes darkening and getting intense. Then he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing.
“Looks like the reception is going to start soon. Let’s take our seats.” He offered his arm which I accepted, then we walked to the open tent where the reception was held.
We were served a three-course meal, watched the bride and groom dance their first dance, the father-daughter dance, the mother-son dance, and the newlyweds cut their cake.
Soon after, the DJ started to play Top 40 hits and guests were going onto the dance floor.
Hudson draped his arm on the back of my chair and leaned into my ear.
“Are you having a good time, baby?” he asked, his voice low.
I twisted my head toward him and smiled. “I am, are you?” I asked, cupping his jaw, stroking the scruff on his jawline with my thumb.
“Yeah, I am.” He gazed into my eyes, there was a crackle in the air between us, then he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to my lips.
I smiled against his lips. “How about we go dance?”
He pulled back slowly then chuckled. “I don’t dance, sweetheart.”
“Everyone can dance,” I said, standing up and taking his hand.
He got up and sighed.
We headed onto the dance floor and draped my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist and I started to sway my hips, our eyes locked. His eyes deepened with an intensity, swirled with lust in his eyes. I spun around, pressing my back against the front of his body, and danced seductively. I felt a bulge press against my lower back and I smirked.
“You’re getting me horny, baby,” he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling.
I spun back around to face him and he pulled me closer until there was barely any space between us. I leaned up on my tiptoes and brought him down to my level, leaning into his ear.
“How about we go back to the room and I give you a private dance?” I asked, to which he grabbed my hand, us quickly leaving the wedding to our room.
I entered the room, going straight to the living room, and Hudson followed from behind. I spun around, gesturing for him to come closer. I grasped his hands and guided him to sit on the couch, then played a slow, sensual song on my phone. Hudson’s eyes focused on me then trailed down my body as I started to sway my hips and dance seductively to the music.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he growled.
I looked down to his groin and there was an apparent bulge growing, showing the effect I had on him. I reached behind me, slowly unzipping my dress, then let the dress fall down my body and pool around my feet. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath this dress, so all I was left wearing was my lace thong.
His eyes blazed with hunger, penetrating and dark. He licked his lips as his gaze lowered to my tits, my nipples hardening under his gaze. I swayed my hips, spun around with my back facing him, then sat on his lap, grinding against his hard on. He grunted as my ass rocked along his erection, his hands on my hips. I got up, twisted around, then lowered between his spread legs, grasping onto the waistband of his pants. I undid his belt, the metal jingling, then undid the fly of his pants. He lifted his hips as I pulled his pants and boxer briefs down and off his legs, freeing his cock. He stroked his cock slowly and deliberately.
I replaced his hand with mine, stroking him up and down his hard length. Pre-cum beaded from his tip, my tongue sweeping across my lips. I leaned forward, licking off the pre-cum, the salty flavor hitting my tongue before I swirled around the mushroom head of his cock.
He groaned as I wrapped my lips around the bulb then lowered down, taking him deep. Over the last week, I’ve learned what he liked, how to best give him pleasure. My throat relaxed, taking his cock until the tip touched the back of my throat. A low rumble resonated in his chest. I licked and sucked his erection, loving the way he groaned and grunted because of me.
“Fuuuck,” he said breathy.
I bobbed my head up and down his cock, my hands moving in tandem, stroking his shaft and spreading my saliva around it. He ran his hands through my hair, pushing my head down until I gagged. He groaned as I breathed through my nose. Then he let up and I retreated, gasping for air. I did that a couple more times before I moved my head faster, feeling his cock swell in my mouth. I knew he was getting close to reaching his climax.
“Fuck, baby. Daddy’s going to come. I want you to swallow every drop, my dirty little girl. Understand?” he growled.
My eyes flicked up meeting his and I murmured my response as his cock was stuffed inside my mouth. Then he pushed my head down one last time, ropes of his warm cum going down the back of my throat, his eyes rolling back. I swallowed, contracting around his dick, and he hissed. He loosened his hands and assisted me off of him. I opened my mouth, showing him that I swallowed his cum.
“That’s my good girl. Now sit on my face and I’ll reward you.” He smirked.
I gave a mischievous grin, ready to get rewarded by my sexy silver fox.