Chapter 1 #2
“I can’t tell you that, no.” I laughed and thought about the guy’s green eyes and dark hair. I repositioned my legs as I remembered his pink tongue. “He’s the sort of guy it would be hard to say no to.”
“Yeah, it would be very hard to say no to him,” she agreed.
We just stood there for a few minutes, both of us thinking about the guy.
I should have known that wasn’t going to be the last I saw of him that day.
I mean, he’d basically warned me that he’d be back and on the prowl.
Maybe I didn’t pay attention to him or care because I was up for it myself.
It had been so long since I’d dated anyone, and I’d never done anything risqué or crazy.
I’d never just hooked up with a guy, but now I was in a drought, and hooking up didn’t seem so bad.
I didn’t even care that he’d seemed like a snob or an obnoxious asshole.
It wasn’t like I was going to date him. Not at all.
And it wasn’t even me who had initiated anything.
Though I was hoping that I’d bump into him again when I left the pew to go look for some water.
“Get me a bottle as well.” Alice handed me a five-dollar bill. “And don’t take all day. I don’t want to be sitting here by myself for long.”
“Fine.”
I hurried out of the church and looked around the now-packed lobby at all the guests arriving. I was disappointed when I didn’t see my handsome stranger and was about to turn back around when I felt two hands on my waist.
“So, did you decide?” his voice whispered in my ear as his hands ran down my hips.
I slowly turned around and faced him. “I’m a big fan of the tongue.” I wasn’t even sure what had gotten into me—maybe it was liquid courage. I licked my lips then and swallowed hard as I stared at him. I couldn’t believe I was being so blatantly obvious with a stranger.
“That’s a good thing then.” He grinned and leaned down so that his lips were almost against mine. “I’ve been told that I’m very good with my tongue.”
“Oh?” I said nervously.
“Oh, yes.”
He winked at me and grabbed my hand before leading me down a small corridor. I followed behind him, a loud roar in my ears, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when every fiber of my being was on fire and awaiting his touch. This man was sex personified. What would it hurt to just make out with him?
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered as he opened a door, pulled me into the room with him, and then closed it. He pushed me back, and I felt his lips on mine. “I’m going to show you just how talented I am.”
“Shh.” I kissed him back hard, my tongue entering his mouth as my hands worked their way around his neck.
Bells were ringing in my head as waves of heat spread through my entire body while he sucked on my tongue. The drought was officially ending, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
His hands were firm and teasing as they ran down my body and up my dress, his fingers grazing my skin as they reached for the prize. His fingers lightly rubbed against my panties, and I stilled for a second, pulling back and looking at him before my legs crumbled beneath me.
“Lace panties?” He grinned, his eyes challenging mine as he lightly played with the feminine material.
“Yes.” I nodded and moaned as he slipped a finger inside.
“Is it your wedding?”
“Does it have to be my wedding to wear lace panties?” I groaned as I bit my lower lip. Why was I engaging in this conversation?
“I suppose not.” He winked and I felt my stomach stirring.
Why did this man have such an affect on me?
I finally understood what sexual attraction would do to a woman.
It made them stupid. And I knew because that was how I felt inside.
“Just like it doesn’t have to be your wedding if you want to hook up at the church. ”
His eyes laughed into mine, and I knew he was making fun of our situation.
“If you’d rather not then we don’t have to,” I made to move away, and his face came toward mine again, an intense light in his eyes as he gazed into mine. His gaze told me that there was no way that this wasn’t going to happen and a fire inside of me grew stronger.
“I would rather we do,” he muttered right before his lips came crashing down on mine.
This time, they weren’t soft, and they weren’t teasing.
They were demanding and straight to the point.
This man wanted to dominate me. His tongue sought entry into my mouth, and he sucked on my tongue with such finesse that I had to grab on to his shoulders to stop myself from falling to the ground.
His lips tasted sweet and salty, like honey-roasted peanuts, and I grabbed his face so that I could deepen the kiss as well.
My fingers ran across his sexy stubbly beard, and I was amazed at how soft his skin felt beneath the prickly hair.
He lifted me up slightly and then lowered me to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I moaned as he pulled my formal dress up.
“What you want me to do.”
He bent down, and I felt his tongue running up the inside of my thigh.
My body tingled all over, and all I could think was how glad I was that I’d shaved above the knee that morning.
I was never going to do the below-the-knee shaving trick anymore.
Not when occasions like this could possibly happen.
My body trembled as his teeth made contact with my panties—my now-very-moist panties.
I leaned back and cried out as his perfect teeth grabbed ahold of the crotch of my panties and pulled them down.
“Should we be doing this?” I moaned as I glanced up at him.
I watched as he slipped my panties off of my ankles and pushed them into his pocket.
“I think the question should be, would we regret it if we didn’t?”
“We don’t even know each other.”
“Does that matter?” He undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his black tie slightly. “As soon as I saw you, I knew I wanted to get to know you.”
“You want to get to know me, but you don’t want me to know your name?” I wait to see if he will tell me his name. Or if this is just going to be one hot anonymous moment. Which I’m surprisingly okay with.
“No names, no questions.” He looked at me intently. “Is that okay with you?”
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you,” I whispered, my heart thudding.
I didn’t even know what I was saying. I just knew that I wanted him to be touching me again.
“Good,” he said simply as he grabbed my legs and spread them. “Now let me show you how I reward good girls.”
He buried his face into my pussy, and his tongue licked my clit eagerly.
An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as I felt his tongue sliding inside of me.
My legs clenched on his face, and I grabbed ahold of his shoulders as he moved his tongue in and out of me.
I lay there with my head on the ground and my legs spread, and all I could think about was the fact that anyone could walk into the room and catch us fornicating on the ground.
Though, technically, we weren’t fornicating.
I had to admit, the thought both scared me and turned me on.
I had released my inner slut—or rather, Mr. Miracle Tongue had released it.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered as he slid in and out of me with speed, his tongue feeling as thick and long as some men’s dicks.
I know; I know. It’s a weird thing to think about, but he knew how to work it. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. I was pretty confident he would be dynamite in bed.
“Bite my shoulder,” he growled as I started screaming.
I did as he’d commanded and bit down on his shoulder and shirt to stop the whole church from hearing my climax.
However, my neck felt slightly strained so I moved back slightly.
I kissed his neck, and he groaned before pulling back and pushing me down.
He kissed down my stomach and to my clit before licking up my juices and moving back up slightly, and I kissed his neck again.
“You taste so good, like honey,” he grunted against me, and I felt his fingers rubbing me gently as I moved my lips to his neck and sucked. “You’re going to leave bite marks on my neck.” His eyes peered up at me, dark with lust, and I laughed.
“I want to leave my mark on you,” I growled back at him, surprising myself with the voracity in my tone.
Where had this passionate, aggressive girl come from? I want to leave my mark on you? Who said that? Who was I turning into? Was I some sort of vampire now? Or werewolf? Or just some sad freak who said weird things?
“You’ve already left your mark on me,” he said huskily as he licked his lips. “You’ve left a lot more than your mark.”
I laughed awkwardly then. I mean, how do you not?
Not when you were me. I was the awkward one.
I always had been. Just because I wasn’t as awkward now, I was still awkward inside.
I thought that was why I reached for his belt and undid it slowly and seductively.
Well, I tried to at least. I got the button undone, but then when I got to the zipper, I had issues.
“It won’t go down,” I mumbled as I looked up to his face. I could see that he was trying to stop himself from laughing.
“Maybe because my zipper knows that if it goes down, we won’t be leaving this room for at least two hours.” He winked at me and jumped up. “And then we’ll both miss the wedding, and that wouldn’t be good, would it?”
“I guess not,” I agreed and took his offered hand and let him pull me up. I pulled my dress down and stood there in front of him, not sure what to do.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t meet up tonight.”
“Tonight?” I squeaked out, surprised at his suggestion and not knowing what to say.
That would be it then. I’d officially ended my one-year drought. I’d be having sex again. And with a hot stud. My stomach jumped for joy at the thought.
“Yes, tonight.” His voice was smooth. “You. Me. My hotel room. Champagne. Strawberries. My bed.” He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “I think you know what comes next.”
“Steak and fries?” I joked. Though a part of me was actually craving some delicious food, though I wasn’t going to tell him that. I wasn’t that stupid.
He laughed lightly. “Yeah. Steak and fries.” He pulled me toward him and kissed me gently, his fingers running through my hair. “You’ll have to teach me that move,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed the side of my face. “Are you the steak or the fries?”
“Oh, it’s not a position,” I said stupidly. It was obvious he was just joking, but I was absolutely out of my mind with desire.
“We’ll just have to make it a position then, won’t we?” He stared into my eyes with such a possessive look that I couldn’t help but feel thrilled.
“If you want.” I nodded, my head still up in the clouds of confusion and denial.
“We should go back into the church.” He grinned. “Someone’s playing ‘Here Comes the Bride.’ ”
“Yeah, we should head in.” I nodded as I hurried toward the door.
“You go first.” He stayed where he was. “I’ll come in after you.”
“Okay.” I opened the door and hurried out of the room, my body flushed with blood from my orgasm.
Had I really just let a strange man go down on me? My brain was still in total disbelief, and I laughed to myself as I walked into the church. Not only had I just let Mr. Miracle Tongue go down on me, but I was planning on letting him do a lot more to me later that evening.
“Did you just make out with that guy?” Alice’s face was positively giddy as she stared at me.
I felt like I was doing the walk of shame as I made my way down the aisle, and I knew that I’d have to donate all five of the twenties that Alice was going to eventually give me to the church. I was a sinner. And I knew I had to pay for my penances.
“No.” I sat in the pew next to her, knowing full well that my lipstick was pretty much gone and that my hair was a hot mess.
“Oh my God, did you have sex with him?” Alice’s jaw dropped.
“No, I did not have sex with him,” I squeaked out, and the people in the row in front of us turned around to look at me.
“Shh.” The old lady directly in front of us glared at me. “This is a wedding, not a nightclub.”
“Sorry.” I gave her a weak smile, but she turned back to the front. “Alice.” I glared at her.
“Don’t blame me. You had sex in a church. I can’t believe it.” She laughed. “You’re so going to hell.”
“I’m not going to hell.” I patted my hair down. “We didn’t have sex.”
“What did you do then?” She grinned as the organist started playing “Here Comes the Bride” once again, and we all stood up. I had no idea why they were playing it multiple times, but had a feeling it was because her cousin was in charge of the music and he didn’t know many wedding songs.
“You don’t want to know.” I blushed as I straightened my dress. My inner thighs were still tingling.
“So, what’s his name?”
“Whose name?” I’m kinda embarrassed to tell her that we’d agreed to no names. It made it feel kinda cheap, when in reality it had been totally hot.
“Liv.” Alice rolled her eyes, and I avoided her gaze as I watched the groom and his best man walk up the aisle.
“Shouldn’t they have played this song once he was already by the altar and the bride was walking down the aisle?” I made a face as we continued to listen to “Here Comes the Bride.” “How many times are they going to play this song?”
“Liv, I don’t care what they do at my ex’s wedding.” Alice’s face dropped, and I could see in her eyes that she was more hurt than she’d let on about this wedding.
“I don’t know his name,” I breathed out quietly. “But we can call him Mr. Miracle Tongue.”
“Mr. Miracle Tongue?” Alice blurted out just as the music stopped, and it felt like the whole church was looking at us.
I turned to look around, and I saw him standing at the back of the church with a wicked smile on his face as he grinned and straightened his jacket. He’d heard. I was almost positive of it.
Why, oh why, did I always have to be so uncool in these sorts of situations?