Then, finally, I took control.
It started with me shoving Damon to the bed, and climbing on top of him. Swinging one leg over his body, I rode him backwards so he could watch himself disappear in and out of my honey-coated entrance.
“My God, Addison…”
I did work on him. Good work. I knew how to move my ass, and how to bounce it at just the right speed that it rebounded perfectly in time with my up and down motion. In the meantime, I grabbed Saxon and took him deep down my throat. I sucked him sloppily, noisily. Making my lips tight on his throbbing member, until the hands holding my head were frantic.
“Fuck…” His look was of concern. “Addy, I—”
Without a word I pushed him down alongside my fiancé and mounted him as well. This time I did it facing him, grinding hard and deep. My open hands splayed across his rock-hard abdominals, pushing and feeling them, using them for leverage as I fucked him straight to the inevitable edge of his monster orgasm.
“Where’s he coming?” I asked wickedly, looking straight into Damon’s eyes. My lover was lying alongside us, watching and stroking. His eyes were too far gone for rational thought.
“I—”
“Nevermind,” I breathed, clawing Saxon’s beautiful stomach. “I want it inside me.”
Our best man groaned as I said the words. He bucked his hips, just seconds away.
“Can I have it inside me, baby?” I cooed, still looking at Damon.
He nodded slowly, his lips curling into a smile. “You can have anything you want.”
I smiled back and squeezed Saxon hard, from the inside. “Good answer.”
Our guest came with a grunt that was more like a scream, exploding violently and deeply inside me. Over and over I rode him, rocking forward and back. Raking my nails over his chest and stomach, even pinching his nipples as he unloaded jet after jet of his white hot come, filling me up like a geyser.
Oh my fucking God…
I came almost instantly, my climax triggered by his. My eyes screwed shut as I blindly reached out for Damon. Somehow his hand found mine. Our fingers intertwined, our hands clamping so hard against one another it was like he was milking the orgasm from my pleasure-wracked body. Every contraction, every beautiful pulse — I owed all the rapture to him; my lover. My soulmate. My husband to be…
By the time I opened my eyes I was a flush, heated mess. My heart was pounding, my body bright red with the exertion of having come so fully and completely. I was out of breath. My lips, wet and plump and full.
“Thank you,” I gasped, bending forward and sideways to kiss Damon hotly. My tongue explored his sweet mouth as I climbed off his friend and onto him. It stayed there as I lowered my come-soaked pussy over his engorged, throbbing head… then sank all the way down, embedding him fully inside me.
Damon groaned. His hands went to my breasts as I smiled wickedly down at him, grinding my hips in a familiar circle.
“Your turn now.”
Seven
ADDISON
The alarm was a gentle but upbeat song, one of the presets that came with my phone. In the past it had never failed to wake me up, and that’s because I was a light sleeper. Usually.
“Damon?”
I stirred groggily, reaching out to either side of me. Connecting with nothing.
Saxon?
My memory was foggy, my fiancé’s side of the bed all empty and cold. I could remember falling asleep between them. My body absorbing the comforting warmth of their nakedness, soothing me even deeper into my drowsy, post-orgasmic bliss.
HOLY SHIT!
I jumped up quickly, clutching the covers against me as memories came flooding in. Recollections of last night flashed through my mind. The rehearsal dinner. Going back to our apartment. Drinking and laughing with Saxon, as we all caught up. And then…
Oh my God.
I whirled, pulling back a huge messy tangle of blonde hair. There was something next to me, on Damon’s pillow: a single white rose, long-stemmed and starkly beautiful. Attached to it was a handwritten note:
Good morning my sexy little sandwich!
Hope you had fun last night,
because we sure did!
Sorry, but Saxon and I had to bolt out early.
Groom stuff. You’ll see.
Not supposed to see you anyway, so we’ll
meet up with you at the altar, baby.
Can’t wait to have you as my wife!
XOXO, D
The word ‘sandwich’ made my stomach do a sexy backflip. I knew exactly what he meant. Last night had been wholly incredible — the pinnacle of my every lifelong fantasy. We’d done things as a couple we’d only talked about, and half-intended to try. Things that made us both queasy and horny at the same time.
And it had all been insanely, indescribably hot.
You fucked them.
I sure had. And judging from how I felt between the legs right now, I got plenty fucked myself.
You fucked them both.
Holy shit, was that so bad? I took a few seconds to dwell on a few of the finer moments from last night. No, nothing bad there. In fact, the whole night had been legendary. If I had to do everything all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Yes, but would they?
I couldn’t believe how easily everything had gone down. How totally natural it all felt, as we got swept up in the moment. Saxon had fallen between my legs like he was made to fit there. And Damon had not only enjoyed sharing me, but actually cheered us on.
I glanced down at the floor, where the crumpled remains of my schoolgirl outfit lay discarded like some filthy secret. I’d dressed slutty for them. Loved every second of it. But today… today I’d be dressed much, much differently. Today wasn’t just any day, it was the day. The one I’d been dreaming about my entire life.
My wedding day!
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Three quick thumps on my door flung me straight back to reality again. I ran to answer it, stopped halfway, then went back and ditched the note. Slipping into my robe I threw the rose on the table, and got to the door just as the banging started up again.
I was still groggy, tired beyond tired. Not necessarily hungover, but definitely suffering from a lack of sleep.
Still, I would’ve traded any amount of sleep for what happened to me last night.
“Addison?”
I pulled open the door to Miuria’s smiling face. My best friend had her own dress slung over one shoulder, along with a makeup kit and some other essentials. Dangling from her other arm, two frosty bottles of orange juice and a big brown bag with what I assumed contained breakfast.
“Happy wedding day!”
A smile spread over my face as my best friend tossed everything on a nearby table and flung her arms around me. Then she started talking a mile a minute, as Miuria was known to do.
“Are you ready for this? I mean really ready? Oh my God Addison, I can’t believe you’re finally getting married!”
She hugged me again, this time spinning me through our little apartment. Miuria was one of the good ones. A friend without judgment or jealousy. Someone I could trust with my deepest, darkest secrets, and vice versa. And right now, at this very moment, she was obscenely happy for me.