25. Kaitlyn
TWENTY-FIVE
Kaitlyn
WENT AND I ARE MARRIED.
We made our vows to respect, honor and cherish each other through good times and bad. In sickness and in health while Damien stood stoically and Dakota sniffled quietly beside me. We exchanged rings and kissed, just as the last of the setting sun, slipped below the horizon.
It was as perfect as I could’ve hoped for.
Afterward, Jerard led us through the most beautiful garden I’ve ever seen. In its center was a table set for four, underneath a canopy of fairy lights and a buffet with chilled lobster and champagne. On a separate, round table stood a small, two-tiered cake with creamy white frosting, decorated with the same flowers as my bouquet. “I’m afraid a formal dinner was out of the question due to the nature of the occasion, but I do hope this is satisfactory.”
Due to the nature of the occasion.
Secret.
He means this is a secret. No one but the people who are standing here now know that Went and I are married.
“More than satisfactory.” Shoving the thought aside, I gave Jerard a smile. “It’s perfect.”
For the next several hours, the four of us sit under the stars, drinking champagne, eating lobster and cake, laughing and talking until I feel Went’s large, warm palm press against the small of my back while the other brushes my hair away from the side of my face. A moment later, a shiver rattles down my spine when I feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear.
“I want to fuck my wife.” He whispers it, and even though Dakota and Damien are so deep in conversation over some unresolved childhood spat that there’s no way they heard him, I blush. “More specifically…” The hand he used to move my hair slips under the table and slides around my upper thigh. “I want to fuck my wife’s mouth in the dress she married me in and then I want to make her come in it.”
Turning my head, I angle myself back in my seat, just enough to look him in the eye. “And you always get what you want?”
“Yes.” The corner of his mouth lifts in a deviously lopsided grin. “I do.”
Before I can think of a proper comeback or possibly remember how to breathe, Went’s free hand finds mine and pulls me to my feet. “We’re turning in,” he says, aiming his statement at his siblings before he looks directly at Damien. “Kota has the key to Kait’s suite. You’re welcome to use it. No sense in making the drive back to Barrett tonight.”
“Alright.” Suddenly looking uncomfortable, Damien bobs his head while tugging at his already loosened tie. “Thanks.” Looking at me, he offers me a pained smile. “Abbey’s gonna be pissed she wasn’t here for this.”
Leaning across the table, I drop a quick, impulsive kiss onto his cheek. “Stop by the diner on the way home to get her a milkshake—it’ll soften the blow.”
After another short round of goodbyes and promises to call, Went pulls me away from the table and through the garden, only stopping when we get to the elevator. Giving the call button an impatient jab, he practically flings me inside when the doors open and they’re not even closed before he has me pinned against the wall. Head tilted back as far as it’ll go, I watch his face while his hands fist in the skirt of my dress, slowly gathering and bunching it around my waist. “Did you take your birth control today?”
Breath caught in my throat, I nod while he exposes me to the cool air of the elevator, inch by inch. “Yes.”
Staring down at me with those bottomless black eyes, Went makes a noise in the back of his throat that almost sounds disappointed. “What about water?” Leaning into me, he lowers his head just enough to brush his mouth against mine while one of his hands slips between my exposed thighs to trace the tip of his finger along the seam of my lace-covered pussy. “Did you drink your water today?”
Lids slipping closed, my lashes flutter against flushed cheeks. “Yes…” Tilting my hips into the teasing pressure of his finger, I whimper it softly.
“Uh un…” Went gives my lower lip a nip with his teeth. “Eyes on me, Sunshine.” His tongue skims across my lip, licking away the sting while his finger slips past the crotch of my panties. “I want to see her.”
Eyes open and panting softly, I look up at him, giving him what he wants. “See who?”
Pressing two of his thick, blunt-tipped fingers against my slick entrance, Went slides them into me so slowly I feel like I’m being turned inside out. “The greedy little cock slut I married…”
Yes…
Gaze still pinned to his, a needy, mewling sound tries to claw its way up my throat when he pulls out almost to the tip. “There she is,” he says, that infuriatingly knowing smile of his, playing across his mouth while he strokes his fingers back into me, so deep my eyes flare wide and I cry out.
“Went…” Legs shaking, I shamelessly pump my hips, fucking his fingers while grinding the top of my cleft against the heel of his hand. “I need?—”
Breaking eye contact, Went leans into me to press his mouth against my ear. “You might want to hit that button and take us home before my brother opens this elevator and catches me finger fucking his precious Ranch Girl.”
We’ve been in the elevator for several minutes but we haven’t moved an inch. For all I know, Damien and Dakota are standing on the other side of the doors, right now, listening while?—
Hips still pumping, I let out a desperate bleat while I lift a hand to scramble my fingers across the elevator’s button panel, pressing the one marked P1. When the elevator starts its short decent, Went pulls his fingers free and drops my dress. Before I can offer any sort of protest, he sweeps me off my feet and lifts me into his arms.
“What are you doing?” Head still spinning and legs still shaking, I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry.
The corner of his mouth twitches at my obvious frustration. “Carrying you across the threshold.”
“I’d rather you finish what you started,” I tell him in an irritable tone that only makes him laugh.
“Sorry, Sunshine,” he presses a quick kiss to my mouth, right before the elevator lets out a ding and opens its doors. “But we’re not consummating this marriage in a fucking elevator.” Carrying me through the foyer, Went strides past the living room and dining area, and into the bedroom. Setting me on the bed, he lifts the hem of my wedding dress to reveal the gorgeous pair of embroidered, brown leather cowboy boots I bought for the occasion.
“I don’t know how to walk in high heels,” I confess. “I didn’t want to end up falling on my face, halfway down the aisle.”
“That’s okay.” Lifting my foot, Went gives me one of his devastating grins. “Neither do I.” Cupping the heel of my boot, he gives it a tug, sliding it off before tossing it aside. Making quick work of the other one, he steps back to remove his suit jacket. Dropping it on the floor, he kicks off his own shoes before reaching up to loosen his tie, the hard length of his cock straining against the front closure of his pants, so big I feel my heart stutter in my chest.
“Now what are you doing?” I ask while I slide myself to the edge of the bed. The frame is so high off the ground, my feet don’t even touch the floor.
Giving me a smirk, Went removes his cufflinks, one by one. “Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”
“Uh un…” Giving his earlier words back to him, I push myself off the bed to stand in front of him. Reaching up, I start to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing his beautifully inked skin, inch by agonizingly slow inch. “I seem to remember someone promising to fuck my mouth in the dress I married him in.” Shirt open, I tug it loose from his waistband before sliding my hands up his ribcage and over his heavily muscled pecs to push it off his shoulders. “ Before he made me come in it.”
When I say it, his brow furrows. “Sunshine?—”
He’s about to tell me that he was just kidding or that I don’t have to but I don’t give him the chance. Stepping into him, I reach up to smooth my hands over his shoulders again, digging my fingers into the wide, tattooed plank of them. “I want to…” Tracing one of the countless swirls of color that covers his pec with the tip of my tongue, I remember the first time he let me do this. How nervous I felt. How oblivious we both were to what we were starting.
Weeks ago.
How can it be that the first time I did this was just a few weeks ago. It seems longer. It feels like I’ve known Went for a lifetime. Loved him even longer than that.
When I nudge one of the rings he has pierced through his nipples with the tip of my tongue, he lets out a soft hiss. Lifting my gaze to find him looking down at me, I do it again, intentionally this time before closing my mouth around it completely to give it a sharp, sucking tug with my lips and teeth.
“ Fuuuck .” Lifting his hands, Went fists them in my hair, knocking pins and flowers loose while I do it again before licking and biting my way down the hard slats of his abs, slowly lowering myself to my knees. “ Kait… ”
“I want to.” Reaching up, I open the front closure of his pants. Finding the zipper, I pull it down. Pants open, I slip my hands into the waistband of his boxers, working them down around his hips, revealing the engorged head of his cock, pressed against his stomach, pre-cum leaking steadily from its tip.
Before I can wrap my hands around the shaft of it and pull it free, the fingers Went has wrapped in my hair, tighten into fists. Pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at him, I feel my pussy clench when I see the look of stark, raving hunger in his devil black eyes. “Give me your hand.”
Lifting one of my hands, I offer it to him, my eyes never leaving his. Untangling one of his hands from my hair, Went snags my wrist and pulls my middle fingers into his mouth, tongue licking and swirling along and between them. Getting them wet before he lets me go.
Without being told, I slip my hand under the lace of my wedding dress and press them into the juncture of my thighs. Nudging my panties further to the side, I push deeper, my wet fingers sliding past my entrance to bury themselves in my slick, swollen pussy. When I let out a sharp gasp, Went groans his approval before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. “Open your mouth.”
On my knees in front of him, rough fingers wrapped in my hair, I do as he says. Opening my mouth while I finger fuck my own pussy, Went flexes his hips, pushing the head of his cock past my open lips. The salty taste of him, sliding against my tongue pulls another, deeper moan up the length of my throat while I lick and suck every part of him I can reach.
“ Christ .” He hisses it, dark gaze centered on my mouth while he rolls his hips again. “Relax your jaw for me, Sunshine...” The cords of Went’s neck tighten, and that dark gaze of his goes dull when I soften my jaw on another moan, to accommodate his size. “Good girl…” The last of it gets lost on a groan when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. “ Fuck …” The rock and flex of his hips picks up speed, fucking himself into my mouth, harder and deeper with every thrust. “So fucking good...”
Tears stinging the corners of my eyes, I whimper, deep-throating his cock while the wet, filthy sounds of my fingers moving between my thighs stains my cheeks, my own orgasm twisting and spiraling tighter and higher with every pump of his hips.
Without warning, the hand wrapped around my hair pulls me to my feet, Went’s cock sliding out of my mouth with a wet suction sound. Rough hands fit themselves under my arms and lift me, putting me back where I started, sitting on the edge of the bed. “What?—”
Before I can ask what happened, what I did wrong, Went is inside me on a hard, deep stroke that sends a sharp gasp clawing up the length of my throat. “I don’t want to come in your mouth…” It comes out harsh and guttural, each word punctuated by the sound of his hips slapping against my inner thighs. “I want to come right here .” Slipping a hand between us, Went finds the place where we’re joined to press his thumb against my slick, swollen clit while his other hand pushes itself into my hair again. “I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock while I make you come…” Gripping and pulling, he angles my mouth under his, pinning his devil black gaze to mine, hips pumping hard and fast enough to bruise.
“ Yes …” Arms and legs flung around him, I hang on for dear life, teetering on the edge of release.
“You’re my wife,” he growls down at me, eyes still pinned to mine.
“ Yes …” My fingers dig into the back of his neck, the pressure and heat of the orgasm barreling down on me so heavy and hot, I’m nearly blinded by it.
“ Say it .”
“ I’m your wife .”
Went finds my mouth with his, tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine, just as my pussy clenches tight. I start to shake while he buries himself inside me on a groan, his cock jerking and spasming deep inside me while we come together.