This is part of a story I started writing 3 years ago. There is more to it, both before and after this excerpt, but it’s stuck inside my MacBook that I can’t get into (dead screen, useless repairman, long story…). Sooooooooooo… this is all there is for now.
Lexie just can’t keep her hands off her man, even on their wedding day…
“Calm down!” said Maddy, for the 100th time, at least.
Lexie looked at her ‘M of Honour’ and forced a smile. They’d giggled about what title to give her. Couldn’t really call her ‘maid’, what with all the sexing Maddy and her boyfriend Scott had going on and ‘matron’ was just such an ugly word. So ‘M of Honour’ it was.
Hair and make up done, strapless black gown all zipped up over super sexy black equally strapless bustier with little red roses on it, Lexie was ready ahead of time and getting antsy. She kept pacing around the room then stopping to look out the window, hoping the beautiful view would help calm her down.
Lakeside Luxury Resort was amazing, just like the brochure had promised. The clear waters of the lake sparkling in the sun. The green grass and leafy trees. The guests, dressed up to the nines, milling around, waiting for the ceremony to start. What the brochure had failed to mention was the dozens of photographers in the cordonned-off area onto one side of the lawn. The TV cameras with their damn live feed.
All there because Lexie Wilson, or as the media liked to call her, Little Miss Nobody, was marrying Mark Bannon, the country’s most eligible bachelor. It was a media circus; it had been since they’d made their relationship public then announced their engagement. Their wedding was being broadcast to the world but she didn’t really care about that, she only cared about that man.
Suddenly she just needed to see him. NOW.
“Maddy! Unzip me!” she asked in a rushed tone.
“What? Now? No!”
When Lexie tried to unzip the gown herself, Maddy raced to the rescue.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to see him,” Lexie explained.
“He’s fine. He’s with the boys.”
“I don’t care. I need to see him.”
As soon as Maddy had unzipped the gown Lexie stepped out of it. She grabbed her black satin robe that was waiting on the chair next to the window and wrapped it around herself before kicking her red strappy high heel sandals off.
The bridal party had been using walkie-talkies to keep track of people all day so Lexie grabbed the one Maddy had on a lanyard around her neck, half-strangling her friend in the process.
“Wilson?” Scott sounded surprised, the bride clearly the last person he’d expected to hear.
“I’m coming through. Code Pink.” Lexie dropped the walkie-talkie without waiting for a reply.
“What?” Scott’s panicked voice came with a crackle of static.
“Wait!” exclaimed Maddy, turning around but it was too late. Lexie was already opening the door and walking out of the room when Maddy warned Scott.
“She’s off. Woman on a mission.”
“Scotty?” Maddy asked in a dangerously sweet voice.
“What’s that code thing about?”
“Oh. That. Umm… Means I need to find Mark asap and get him in a room.”
‘Code Pink’ was a cheeky signal Lexie and Scott had come up with a while back when they needed alone time with their significant other and didn’t want to come out and flat out say it. The pink part was because of their shared love of Pinky chocolate bars.
Lexie rushed down the endless hallways to the other side of the hotel complex looking for the room where she knew Mark was getting ready. Just as she’d expected, Scott was waiting for her outside the door. He gave her a quick hug and ushered her through.
Mark was looking out the window at the lake, wondering what was going on. Scott had just grabbed him, saying he needed to come with him and shoved him in the room.
He turned round when he heard the door, extremely surprised to see his bride-to-be walk in and run into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her as she hugged him tight.
After a minute, she pulled back and looked up at him.
“Hi,” she started with a smile.
“Hi.” He smiled back and slipped his hands around her waist, holding her close to him. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be putting your dress on by now?”
She looked down at his chest, playing with his tie before she answered.
“Hmm. I did have it on actually… Just suddenly needed to see you.”
His hold tightened on her waist.
“Is everything alright?” He was definitely concerned now.
“Oh yes, everything’s fine, it’s just…”
She was biting her bottom lip and snatching little glances up at him. He could tell something was bothering her but decided to wait until she got it out.
“Are you…” She sighed. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
His hold tightened further on her waist, making her gasp. Her head snapped up and her gaze found his.
“What do you mean?” he asked in a low growl.
She lifted a hand to cup his cheek and he leaned into her touch She did not look away, which he appreciated, instead she rose on her toes to kiss him gently on the mouth.
“I mean this… media circus outside. Not us, never us.” Her whisper came out in a rush.
He was crushing her to his chest now and she wrapped both her arms around his neck, her eyes locked with his.
“Mark, I love you,” she said very seriously.
He let out a relieved breath when he heard her say the words and grinned. It wasn’t the first time she’d told him, by any means, but he never tired of hearing her say it, especially now.
“I love you, too.”
She smiled back then kissed him again, a little bit harder this time and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips when he slipped his tongue in her mouth, deepening the kiss.
She was getting all kinds of horny, pressed as she was against him and she could tell he was getting affected too.
She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, sending a silent thanks to Fate for sending her this man, and to Maddy for getting her out of that damn wedding dress.
They were both breathing hard by the time the kiss ended and both were extremely turned on.
“God, I want you…” he half-whispered, half-growled in her ear.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered back.
They looked at each other and decided at the same time that the wedding could wait.
He looked around the room then carried her over to the sideboard. He sat her on the sturdy-looking piece of furniture and she attacked his belt and zipper while he slipped his hands under her robe and up the outside of her thighs then peeled her underwear off.
Once she got his pants undone, she slid her hands in his waistband and pushed his pants and boxers down, giving his ass a light squeeze before she brought her hands back around the front of him, delighting in his hiss when she put her hand on his cock.
She spread her legs wide to accommodate him, then guided his cock down her slit, letting out a whimper when she felt the head of his cock pressing against her hole.
He took over then, his hands on her hips, as he thrust all the way inside her in one smooth stroke then stopped. They looked into each other’s eyes, their smiles fading as they got serious for a second. And more intense, but then it was always intense between them.
She wrapped her ankles around his waist again and braced herself on the sideboard as he started moving in and out of her. She’d always loved the sight of a hot man in a suit, and the sight of this hot man making love to her in the suit he was wearing for their wedding was only making her wetter for him.
They knew they didn’t have time to take the time to make it last. They had a wedding to attend, their wedding, and soon she let go of the sideboard and hooked her arms around his neck, pulling herself up against his chest.
She loved that he could hold up her weight (so very handy for shower sex…) and let out a breathless giggle when he moved away from the sideboard and pushed her against the wall, his hands holding onto her ass.
She clawed at the wall with one hand; with the other, she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him towards her for a heated kiss as he started pounding into her in earnest.
She could feel her orgasm build inside her and she could tell he was close too, his breaths coming in short pants against her neck.
When the wave of pleasure hit her she broke the kiss and bit into his suit jacket to muffle her screams. A minute later he came with a groan and went still.
He braced himself against the wall, breathing heard, as she unhooked her ankles from the small of his back and slid against the wall, her legs barely supporting her.
She spotted a box of tissues on the sideboard next to her and grabbed a few to take care of the mess gravity was intent on making. Her back against the wall, still panting a little, she watched him pull his pants and boxers up and back on.
“Feeling better?” he asked with a cheeky smile as he finished tucking his shirt in and zipping his pants up.
“Muchly,” she replied with a matching grin as she watching him buckle his belt.
He located her underwear and handed it to her, trying to sneak a peak at what exactly she was wearing under that black satin robe but the knot she’d tied around her waist was tight and holding the robe in place, even after their recent exertion.
“What are you wearing under there?”
He was tracing the edge of the robe along her breast with two fingers and she couldn’t help the shiver of desire that ran through her body at his touch, even though they’d only just finished having sex.
She concentrated on putting her underwear back on, quite a feat considering her legs still felt like jelly, then slapped his hand away.
“It’s a surprise, you’ll see tonight.”
His grin widened. “Spoilsport!”
“You know it.”
She patted her hair to try and work out if the intricate do was still intact and her smile dropped. “Ohmigod! Kitty’s gonna kill me when she sees my hair!”
He was fully laughing now and she smacked him on the arm.
“Stop it, mister,” she warned him with a mock stern voice he could see right through. “It’s not funny! It took a while to do and you ruined it!”
“Me?” He sounded vaguely outraged. “You’re the one who jumped me!”
She couldn’t help but smile at his correction.
“Yeah… I did… It was so worth it…”
They walked to the door holding hands, their fingers intertwined and he stopped her before she could knock to let Scott know she was coming out of the room. He lifted her chin up with a finger and looked into her eyes.
“No more worrying, OK? We’ll be fine.” He kissed her softly and then let go of her completely.
“I know.” Lexie smiled then knocked on the door twice and opened it. Right before she walked out of the room, she turned to Mark one last time, pointing at the window.
“I’ll see you out there in a minute.”
He nodded and she left.
She found Scott a bit further down in the hallway, in the middle of a hushed but animated conversation on his cellphone.
“I know that, bub, but what did you want me to do? …What? … No, she just walked in there and locked the door… Oh no! I am not going in that room!! … I know… Yes… Wh-… Hang on, here she comes.”
He held the phone out to Lexie who had been listening to his conversation and trying not to giggle. He looked pissed but relieved he wasn’t the one in trouble anymore.
Looking suitably sorry, Lexie picked up the phone he was handing her and put it to her ear.
“Hey, Mads,” she started with a sigh.
“WHAT… THE… FUCK… was that?”
Maddy sounded uber pissed, and with good reason so Lexie wasted no time making amends.
“I’m sorry, OK! I’m sorry I ran out like that. I just needed to see him, talk to him, I dunno, needed to feel him in my arms.”
“Oh I’ll bet that’s not the only place you felt him.” Maddy’s voice was dripping with sarcasm but Lexie let out a giggle anyway.
She knew her friend; knew Maddy was perfectly aware of how Lexie felt about Mark, after all, she felt exactly the same for Scott.
“But, dude, you can’t just take off like that!” Maddy continued her tirade. “I got people running up to me asking questions. And I got phone calls. Numerous phone calls! People wondering whether you guys suddenly decided to just, like, elope, because they saw Scott get Mark and someone heard something about you leaving the room too.”
“I know! Why can’t people just keep their mind in the gutter, like we do, and just know that far from eloping, you were just ravaging your groom ahead of schedule?”
The girls both cracked up at Maddy’s statement and Scott wanted in on the hilarity so he grabbed the phone back and asked Maddy to repeat what she’d just said.
Lexie mouthed to Scott to let Maddy know she was on her way back and would need Kitty’s help with her hair (again…) then, with a little wave to Scott, she started down the hallway.
Instead of barging in, remembering Maddy had said people had been coming and asking questions, Lexie knocked on the door before opening it.
“WHAT NOW?” hollered the very stressed out M of Honour.
“I came back, Jack…” Lexie said as soon as she entered the room, hoping to lessen the Wrath of Maddy by using their favourite line from the movie Titanic.
“YOU! Oh my God, you’re lucky you’re getting married in 10 minutes or I’d kill you for doing what you did!”
“TEN MINUTES? What the fuck, Mads, I’m sure I wasn’t gone that long!” Lexie was starting to freak out.
She never wore a watch and of course there were no pockets in her wedding dress in which to store her cellphone. She had no idea what the time actually was and had been too busy with… other stuff to check Mark’s watch.
She suddenly realised that Maddy was biting her lip to stop herself from laughing and glared at her alpha bridesmaid
“Slut!”came the instant reply.
“That’s fucking slut to you, Mrs Lawdon!”
“Right, let’s get you married.”