Two
ADDISON
I whimpered softly as he slid into me, gripping the sheets in my fists. He felt big tonight. Way bigger than normal. It could’ve been the excitement of our upcoming wedding. Or maybe it was the way I was urging him on. Talking dirty to my gorgeous fiancé, for the very last time.
“Oh baby… fuck me.”
Fiancé. It was such a foreign word, when I first started using it. But I grew to love it over the past fourteen months. It made things that much hotter for us, because it spoke of such close commitment. A bond neither of us had felt with anyone else.
“God you’re soo big…” I gasped, bucking my ass back against him. Damon’s hands were on my hips, flexing and squeezing. His big, muscular arms looking fantastic in our mirrored armoire.
Tomorrow he’s my husband.
The thought made me even crazier, hornier. Only it wasn’t tomorrow. It was today. A few short hours in fact.
But right now none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting my lover’s cock as deep inside me as possible. Screwing him so far into my body that it actually hurt; that special spot he reached that always left me a little bit sore the next day.
“Fuck, Addison.”
Damon’s grunts were primal now. He was lost in the moment — totally fixated on drilling me to the core. He wasn’t being quiet about it, either. Not even with Saxon in the next room, just a door away.
“Your ass is incredible,” Damon murmured. He took one hand from my hip, to smooth his big palm over the warm curve. “Totally fucking amazing.”
“So I’ve been told,” I smirked back over my shoulder. “And tomorrow it’ll be your wife’s ass.”
I saw the arousal flare in his eyes. That glimmer of excitement that always preceded him picking up the pace, and screwing the daylights out of me.
“You know you are pretty lucky,” I teased, gyrating against him. “My ass is definitely amazing.”
“I know,” my fiancé smirked back. “Saxon thinks so too.”
I chuckled at the compliment. “He does, does he?”
“Yes,” Damon replied breathlessly. “He said so earlier.”
I tried to picture the two of them discussing my ass, possibly when I was out of the room. As I did, an all new heat blossomed in my belly.
“And what exactly did he say?”
My soon-to-be husband pushed all the way inside of me. Pinned tightly against my rounded ass, I closed my eyes as he leaned over my naked back.
“We were talking about it last week,” Damon whispered into my ear. “I was telling him about the night of our anniversary, when you put on that outfit.”
The warmth in my belly began spreading. I knew exactly which outfit he meant.
“And?”
“And he said you must’ve looked amazing, all dressed up like that. Strutting around in that schoolgirl skirt. Licking that big lollipop, and then bending forward so I could look down your shirt.”
The night in question had been hot indeed. I’d danced for him a little bit, to one of his favorite AC/DC songs. After teasing him mercilessly for a good several minutes, Damon had spun me around and bent me over the bed. He took me just like that — hard and rough, with my skirt hiked up over my ass. Holding my wrists back as he dug me out from behind… almost like he was doing now.
“If Saxon enjoyed that story,” I breathed, “he would’ve loved the photos that went along with it.”
Damon started screwing me again, only this time very slowly. He let out a long, heated hiss as he glided in out of me.
“I would’ve definitely showed him,” he said plainly. “If I knew it was okay.”
Okay?
The very idea of it flooded me with heat. Not that I could tell him that. Or could I?
“I… don’t think I would’ve minded.”
The words just tumbled out. But the impact they had was immediate.
“Seriously?”
Damon had stopped moving, mid-stroke. Half in and out of me, his hands flexed. His fingers dug dimples into the supple flesh of my ‘amazing’ little ass.
“Sure,” I said, rolling with it. “I mean I guess so.” My mouth was dry. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. “It’s only Saxon.”
Only Saxon.
Holy shit, did I say that? Then again, it was true. He and Finn were our closest male friends. Physically and emotionally, we’d shared practically everything with them.
Damon started up again, pumping me slowly. He felt even harder now. Bigger than thicker, if that were possible.
“What if…”
My fiancé paused, clearing his throat. He kept on bouncing though.
“What would you say if I did show him?”
The rising heat spread outward even more. It was overtaking my entire body now.
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
A lump formed in my throat. It was a good lump.
“And what did he say?”
“He said they were the hottest pictures he’d ever seen.” Damon took a long, shuddering breath. “And that I was very very lucky.”
I was stunned. Floored. Flattered and turned on. All at once.
Apprehensively I asked the next question.
“Which ones did you show him?”
“All of them,” Damon answered without hesitation. “I showed him everything.”
I could feel a new flood of warmth now, way down between my legs. The thought of Saxon seeing those photos… of seeing me like that! It was too hot to handle. Too incredible to just—
“He said you had the best lips,” Damon whispered, shoving all the way into me again. “That I was so, so lucky, because he could only imagine what those lips would feel like…”
He leaned over my back again, but this time he reached forward. I felt his fingers against my mouth, pressing, probing.
With a shuddering gasp my lips parted to admit them.
“I told him you give the greatest head in the world with these lips,” Damon murmured. His lips grazed me ear now, sending electric shivers down my spine. “I told him how tight they are, when you drag them up and down. How incredibly plump and wet they get, when you’re sucking me off.”
I moaned around his fingers, sucking them in and out of my mouth. I was in total heat. Damon knew it.
“Does it make you hot, thinking about Saxon like that?”
I nodded, moaning some more. Swirling my wet tongue around my fiancé’s fingers, as he rolled his hips tightly against me.
“Did it turn him on?” I gasped somehow. “Telling him all this?”
“Yes.”
“Did it make him wanna fuck me?”
The sentence left my throat before I could even process what I was saying. But Damon didn’t miss a beat.
“Hell yes.”
He started moving his fingers in and out of my mouth, even as he began pumping again from behind. His breathing was more rapid, now. His breath even hotter on my ear.
“It would feel amazing, wouldn’t it?” Damon growled. “Taking him into your mouth. Sucking him down your hot little throat…”
I squealed with joy as he rolled forward, burying himself deeper than any other thrust. The warmth was a fire now, burning inside me.