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If that little minx didn’t know just how to get under my skin.
There she was, omnipresent like a curse, her legs wide open, dangling right in front of his uncomfortably semi-hard dick.
From the start to finish of the marriage ceremony in the church, he couldn’t even try to concentrate despite of how he tried.
He tried concentrating as the wedding march went down in the church, trying to smile at the nameless blonde bridesmaid on his arm. Annie came in on Jermaine’s arm, her infuriating flip-off of a blithe smile shining through. She was naughtily aware and enjoying what the sight of her on another man’s arm was doing to him.
He’d tried concentrating later as the service rolled on and she sat one row behind, that taunting half-smile lingering on her face as they stood up and down when told. Her gaze only meet his once, just to torment him for the next hour. So, he casually turned, and twisted, and stared until his neck was sore.
He wanted her, and he could barely wait to have her.
Even this morning, as he, Kyle and the other groomsmen got ready, it had taken all of his concentration to just put on his blue and white pinstripe tie correctly.
The two of them stepped forward to sign the marriage certificate book while standing shoulder-to-shoulder. In front of everyone, although with turned backs, it was absolutely insane. He wanted nothing more than to sneak a kiss with her appealingly glossy lips.
What was most surprising, however, was how genuinely happy Grayson felt for Kyle as he watched him go through the ceremony with a woman who was clearly his match. He’d known his friend for years, and the happiest he’d seen the guy didn’t even come close to this.
With his hand in Kyla’s, Kyle looked, well, ecstatic. Kyla looked radiant and beautiful, and Grayson concluded that the two were good for each other, after all. From what he’d seen, in fact, he knew no other two people more suited. So, as they read out the vows, instead of feeling a dull ache in the pit of his stomach, like he had felt at some of his other friends’ and relatives’ weddings – the less well-suited couples (and divorces to be), he just felt genuinely glad that his friend had found someone who made him happy.
Thankfully, Grayson’s own parents hadn’t made it out, either. God knows what kind of scene could’ve erupted.
As the ceremony began, Grayson felt like he was in a dream. All he could concentrate on was Annie’s smiling, knowing face.
Everything else seemed to happen so fast.
There was Lop scampering up the aisle, the crowd emitting an “aww” as he deposited the rings and scampered off seamlessly.
There was the happy couple slipping on each other’s rings.
Then, there was the walk out of there, past the pews garlanded with those purple carnations (they’d gotten the right color with two days to spare, apparently).
Through the dinner that constituted some medium-rare steak and garlic-roasted potatoes with a dessert of peach-topped wedding cake and a painfully rich Crème brûlée, through his speech (“I shouldn’t be the best man, Kyle should be. He’s the best man I’ve ever known, and ever will know. A great friend, a funny comrade, a loyal supporter. And Kyla’s just what I would’ve wanted for him – a woman who doesn’t just complement him, but brings out the best in him”), and even through hers (“Kyla has always been there for me, through thick and thin. And that’s the thing about this couple. Their relationship may not be as long as most others have had before they married, but they more than make up for it with the depth of their union. These two are the real deal”), all he could think about was Annie, Annie, Annie.
Asshole, you shitty, selfish, asshole friend, he told himself, as he gulped down extra wine and the wedding cake to take his mind off his guilt. You should be celebrating your friend, supporting him. And he was, but there was something even greater throbbing through him; the pure hot desire for Annie.
It only got worse when Kyla and Kyla took to the dance floor. Standing on the outskirts, he caught Annie’s eye. As other couples began to join them, Grayson’s ‘don’t’ thought was as flitting and pointless as a fruit fly.
“May I?” he asked Annie, when he approached, as if she hadn’t been waiting on the dance floor for him.
As if they didn’t know where this was leading. Having her in his arms was like coming home. Their bodies fused, glided around, had all of him thrumming with the closeness.
As one song became two and two became he-didn’t-know-how-many more, Grayson knew people were going to notice. They had to get out of there. He couldn’t stop himself from giving into his hunger for her much longer.
“Some air?” he asked her.
Her knowing smile, as she nodded at him, gave him aroused chills. Yes, air was the last thing they’d be getting if he had anything to say about it.
And so, out they went, all the way to his car’s parking spot. This one was a good five-minute walk from the next-closest car, and he’d chosen it for a just-in-case purpose.
“My car has air,” he said, opening the door.
She didn’t need to answer; her entering the car was her answer.
Grayson got in, too. Closing the car door sealed the outside world from them.
He looked at her and she looked at him.
And then, their lips connected.
‘Wow’ was all he could think about. Wow, wow, wow.
God, was she hot. And to think that her timid, classy self had this side to her, one that was pure sensual. It was carnal lust at its finest.
He streamed his lips along her jawline and then down her arm. His hands stroked her thighs, her already-shaking thighs.
The groans dribbling out of her were nothing compared to the shrieks he wanted out of her by the time he was finished. This time, he ran his fingers up and through her panties, seamlessly. And then, they went into her wet pussy.
He didn’t take her to his car to just repeat what they’d done the other night on the balcony. He wanted more.
“Look at how wet you are,” he commented, pleased.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she moaned.
He jiggled his fingers in deeper, enjoying her pleasured squirming. “Too late.”
And, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be going to my head, too.
Her head dipped back into the window as she squinted open an eye, “Are you sure no one can see us?”
Hovering over her pussy, Grayson smiled, “You sure you care?”
He did, however, take one final look to confirm what he knew already; there was no one in any direction.
He dove his head in between her legs. As his fingers twined in her, his kisses spattered her upper thighs and she cooed with pleasure. Her body was trembling uncontrollably, and her fingers were raking down his back.
“Damn. Who would’ve ever thought this uninhibited freak was the same uptight bitch I’d met at Hooters?” he thought.
When his lips finally settled on her clit, an actual cry pierced out of her.
He grinned and gave her another cry-causing ‘lickfest’ before lifting his head. “Yeah? You like that?”
Face flushed, mouth drooped, she nodded, hoisting her pelvis up, “Yes, please.”
His dick twitched with joy, but it wasn’t his turn yet. As crazily turned-on as he was, Grayson had a job to finish.
He wanted to ease Annie into this, not go from zero to a hundred in one night.
So, finish his job, he would. While he finger-fucked her rapidly, he clit-sucked her mercilessly. In and out, round and round and round and round, until every part of her was reverberating, and her cries had joined into one unending moan. He reached up with his free hand and increased the pace of his finger and mouth, pleasuring her while squeezing her breast. That set off the release of releases.
Annie groaned, her whole body breaking out into spasms as her orgasm rippled through her.
Then, she lay sprawled there, breathing deeply as her body trembled with aftershocks.
Grayson let his gaze rest on her happily. She looked so... spent, and yet happy.
Maybe he’d been overly careful that other night on the balcony, freaking out just because she was a virgin. After all, who was he to say that he knew better than Annie about what was good for her?
When Grayson’s phone beeped, he checked it. It was Kyle asking him where he was.
“Shit.”
“What is it?” she murmured.
“It’s Kyle, wondering where I am. We’ve been at it for thirty minutes.”
He sighed. His cock was so hard that it could’ve cut a hole through his car door. But he couldn’t let it go where it ached to go. Not yet.
Already, though, Annie was bouncing upright.
“Damn, ok, let’s go!”
So, he helped her back in her panties and dress, gave her the bottle of water he had in the car, and they headed back into the hall.
“Where were you?” Kyle asked Grayson. “You missed Rasputin.”
“But came back just in time for the chicken dance,” Grayson replied with an evil smile.
Kyle sighed, as Grayson started flapping his pretend wings to the song. His friend had to give him that, at least.
This was their song; the one they had danced through, without fail, during their primary school dances, high school dances, and even the odd mutual friend’s wedding. They used to specially request to dance to it; the Thanksgiving cheer, the peppy beat, the childhood memories – what wasn’t there to love about it?
Beside them, Kyla and Annie were throwing themselves into the dance with laughing abandon.
Grayson had to remind himself to peel his eyes off Annie. It wasn’t easy, though. He found himself watching her and her overjoyed face luminous with laughter, as if he was trying to decode some runes of a different language. He didn’t get it.
It happened during the next song. When he, Kyle, Kyla and Annie, their arms flung around each other, whirled around in a circle, laughing faces flashing past, Grayson realized it. There was literally no other place on the planet that he’d rather be at. He was with the best people, and at the best time.
He was expansiveness; he had that extra lung, and he was floating above all of them, with all of them, and this was all he ever could’ve wanted. Ever.
Only when Kyla and Kyle left a few hours later did he call a cab for him and Annie. He called it from down the street, in front of a darkened laser tag building. The cab came fast, although not fast enough.
Grayson couldn’t keep his hands off Annie, nor his lips off hers, or his hands off her ass.
When the cab pulled up, he gave her ass one last squeeze before opening the door for her. Before he let her in though, he grabbed her hand. “You still sure of this?”
Different emotions seemed to flit over her face – fear, graveness, irreverence. But what settled there came across as pure excitement.
“Yes,” she said.
