I froze. No one had ever touched me there before. Lucas said it was gross the one time I cautiously broached the topic. Said some stupid immature thing like he wasn’t going to ride the Hershey highway.
Scott felt my hesitation. “Do you not want me to?”
Not want him to what? Fuck me in the ass? I didn’t know what to say, it all felt so good. “I, uh, I’ve never done it before.”
“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “I’ll just do a little with my finger. I think you’ll like it.”
Scared and excited, I gave my consent. He lowered his face between my spread legs and ran his tongue from my gaping pussy to my ass. Okay, that felt really good. Like, amazingly good. Oh my God. The whole area was dripping wet. He thrust his cock into my hungry snatch. In and out, in and out, long, firm strokes.
Anticipation about the butt consumed me. He gripped my hips, and I wondered if he had given up on the idea altogether. Then he let go with one hand, and I felt him teasing my ring of muscle.
“It’s easy because you’re sopping wet.”
I was too caught up to respond. His finger entered me gently, his cock still pumping in and out of my pussy. Oh my God. The pleasure ratcheted up a notch, everything felt more intense. I couldn’t even specifically tell what he was doing to me other than that it was amazing. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even doing anything other than holding his finger in me. I had no concept of how deep, but then he started to fuck me hard from behind.
I felt bad for whomever had the room next to us. Surely the Bellagio penthouse would be clever enough to soundproof their walls up here. I couldn’t contain myself, couldn’t stay quiet as he pounded his cock into me. His thrusts came faster and faster, and I could hear his breath coming in quick little gasps. I was so close, and I could tell he was too… I wanted to hold on and come with him, both of us climaxing together.
Everything around me created a heavenly sensation: the softness of the bedspread, his sweat dripping onto my back, the sounds of his delighted grunts. His thrusts intoxicated me, and I wailed under him like a cat in heat.
“Baby, I’m coming.”
I panted, “Yes!” over and over again.
We exploded together, and I felt his seed spraying the inside of me, the sensation blending with the tremors of my delicious orgasm. Oh my God. I’d never felt anything like him.
I collapsed onto my stomach, and he landed on top of me in a controlled descent, easing the finger from my bum but leaving his cock in place. We lay in a trembling heap, drinking in each other’s warmth and energy.
Holy shit, we were married.
Finally, he pulled himself free of me and rolled onto his back.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah. Do you, uh, remember last night? Was it that good?”
“I don’t. I was really drunk.”
“Me too,” he said.
I laughed. “Well, I guess I’m glad neither one of us remembers. It would be really weird if you did and I didn’t.”
“Or vice versa.”
He wrapped his arms around me and drew me to him. We fell asleep on top of his giant bed, holding one another.
Scott
We woke up in the morning and did it again, from the shower to the bed, dripping wet. Mackenzie had promised to meet her friend Susie for lunch at noon, though she’d offered to blow her off, but I told her to go and have fun.
We still hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room, the fact that we were not only married but had consummated the wedding in positions that would make Cosmo editors blush.
I met Ryan for lunch at the buffet. He dropped down into a chair at the table I’d grabbed us and slapped a manila folder down in front of me.
“What’s your wife’s name?”
Uh oh. I didn’t like where this was headed. “Mackenzie Taylor.”
Ryan shook his head at me. “Where’s she work?”
“Don’t mess with me, dude. You know I don’t know. What’s in the folder?” Ryan always knew how to push my buttons.
“You sound like Brad Pitt in Se7en.” I didn’t dignify that with a response. “She works for the Brunvand Accounting Firm.”
“Okay.”
“Moore and Golden, Inc. have hired Brunvand to make sure you’re clean before the Hall merger.”
“So?” I knew it was stupid as soon as it came out of my mouth. Those assholes wanted me ruined.
“She didn’t just run into you in that bar.”
Impossible. My mind cataloged her tight ass, her brown hair, her smile. The way she sounded when she orgasmed. The way she tasted, the way her wetness felt on my fingers and my tongue. Moore and Golden would stop at nothing to prevent the Creed-Hall merger from passing. I’d had an eye on another firm and the P.I. they’d hired to watch me. It was part of the Giuliana plan. But Mackenzie?
“Annul that shit.”
“It was consummated,” I said.
“Yeah, everyone on the top floor of the Bellagio knows you consummated that shit all last night and a bunch more this morning. But it’s fraud. She misrepresented herself. She lied to you.”
I thought of Giuliana. I thought of the Hall Board of Directors wanting to see me settle down, to get married. My little wifey attending their backyard barbecues and cocktail parties at my side. My appetite vanished. Why couldn’t he have told me that after I’d gotten my fill of all-you-can-eat? I cursed at my plate of sushi and roast beef and pushed it aside.
“Annul it and get away fast.”
He was right, of course. My mind raced. I thought again of Giuliana: her leathery, tanned skin and faux breasts. Her bleached teeth and hair. Her general boozy scent.
The memory of Mackenzie writhing beneath me assaulted me. How could she? How could I have been so stupid?
“Scott?”
“I’m thinking.”
“There’s nothing to think about.”
“I’m going to the gym.” I didn’t want to see the contents of the folder. I pushed my chair back and left Ryan sitting alone at the table.
I put in my earbuds and blasted some old-school 90’s alternative rock. I didn’t care the music was almost twenty years old; these were the jams from when I was a kid. Rage Against the Machine, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pearl Jam, and Nirvana. I set the treadmill to six-minute miles and I sprinted.
She wasn’t going to find anything on me. On Serena, maybe, but that was why we kept Serena as far from Creed Enterprises as possible. I was clean, my finances held up. She wouldn’t get what she wanted, like something to make Hall cancel the merger. I thought again about Serena, the black sheep, trying to remember something she’d done that could get me in trouble here. Not my company. She was on the board but didn’t actually have a vote. She was a figurehead because my father wanted her there. None of her scandals or tantrums could hurt us. Mackenzie Taylor would be searching for a long time before she found something to use against me.
Rage bubbled up in me against her, and I ran harder, jacking the speed up to twelve miles per hour while Smashing Pumpkins played Zero at a deafening volume in my ears. Five-minute miles.
I liked her. There’d been something real there.
I cut that line of thinking off. There hadn’t been. We’d had a bunch of sex. I didn’t know anything about her. She didn’t know anything about me. We’d never even addressed the fact we’d gotten married. At the time it felt kind of cute and mysterious, but in retrospect, of course she didn’t want to talk about it.