Seduction, page 9
Daphne looked up from her phone and smiled. “You guys look great.”
“Do we have a winner?” the consultant said. “And the black really is a perfect color. It’ll look good on every skin tone.”
Right, the skin tone of whoever Daphne chose. I was kinda sick of this consultant rubbing in the fact that Bee and I weren’t good enough.
“Do you guys really like them?” Daphne asked. “I’m leaving this in your hands.”
That sounded like bridesmaid power to me. But I knew it was actually just power Daphne was giving us because she was indecisive.
“I think they’ll look really good with your dress,” Bee said.
I nodded. “And they’re understated so everyone’s attention will be on you.”
“Well, I’m sold,” Daphne said.
“This is actually perfect,” the consultant said. “We have a few of these in stock. As long as you don’t mind using some of the sample dresses. You two take these off immediately before you mess them up for the actual bridesmaids.”
Yeah, this lady freaking sucked. Whatever. I grabbed Bee’s hand so we could go back to the changing rooms.
“That woman was very rude,” Bee said.
“Right?”
“Does she think I’m sweating profusely or secretly dropping some timber under this thing?”
I laughed.
“Because now that she thinks I am…I kind of want to. I feel like I should go run a mile. Or squat in the corner and do my dirty business.”
“You’re ridiculous. Let’s just get out of these dresses.” I closed the door to my dressing room and took one more look at the dress. It really was perfect. I quickly turned away from the mirror and pulled the dress off. It would be perfect for someone else.
I changed back into my comfortable dress and sighed. This was much more my style recently anyway. The girl with the big tummy that shouldn’t be a bridesmaid because I’d ruin the pictures or something.
Gah, stop it. I could still be sexy. And I’d prove it tonight. I was going to seduce the crap out of my husband. I shook my head. That reminded me of Bee’s dropping timber comment. I was not going to seduce the crap out of my husband. I was just going to normal seduce him. Sex altar style.
Chapter 11
Saturday
There were many reasons why I was climbing onto the dining room table.
One – James had told Rob and Daphne not to have sex on it. And that reminded me that we never had.
Two – we’d picked up some fun stuff at the market.
Three – it had been a while since James and I had gotten messy.
Four – I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about sex altars all night.
I pulled off my dress and tossed it on the floor. I lay back, trying to strike a sexy pose. I had no idea if I was nailing it or not. My baby bump was not making it any easier. I turned to my side. Nope, that was worse. I moved to my back again and arched it. It made my baby bump protrude more, but I knew James loved when I arched my back.
I lifted up the bottle of chocolate syrup and drizzled some between my breasts. It slid down, leaving a trail that pooled in my bellybutton. Perfect. The scene was set. Now I just needed James to get his sexy butt down here.
I sent him a quick text. One I’d planned out perfectly. It was witty and full of sexual innuendo. At least…it would be when he saw me. “Dessert is on me tonight. And it’s delicious.”
His text came back almost immediately. “Where are you? I went to the bathroom and you disappeared.”
Tonight hadn’t gone exactly as I had planned. I got back late from Daphne’s dress appointments. And then James and I fell asleep watching TV.
Not that falling asleep with James was bad. It was actually perfect. I loved falling asleep snuggled up next to him. But it wasn’t exactly sexy. And I was not going to let today slip us by without a proper seduction. So when he went to get ready for bed I’d snuck down here, stripped, and sauced myself up. It was the perfect plan.
I texted him back: “I thought you might like a midnight snack.” That’s right. Come devour me on our makeshift sex altar.
“I’m good. I’ll be in bed.”
What? No. He had to come down here. He needed to lick this syrup off me like he was starving. I needed it. I’d been daydreaming about this all day. How could I get him to come down here? I needed to lure him with something that only he could do for me.
Got it. “But I need help opening something,” I texted back. Wow that did not sound sexy at all. I’d been so good with the innuendo up until that text. I quickly typed out another text. “I mean…I just need help with something.” There that was better. Kind of. God, why was I so bad at this? The dessert is on me line was so perfect. Because the chocolate syrup was literally on me. And now he just thought I needed help opening a jar of peanut butter or something. Peanut butter was not sexy.
I heard his feet on the steps and arched my back again. I could still recover. I heard him pause in the kitchen.
“Penny?” he called.
“In here!”
I bit my lip and tried to look as seductive as possible when I saw him through the archway. Instead of walking into the room, he paused, leaning against the doorjamb.
His eyes raked over my body. “So what do you need help opening exactly?”
Gah. “I didn’t mean to send that text. I meant I need help with…something.”
“And what pray tell does my wife need help with?”
I really liked when he called me his wife. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “I need help…coming.” It was the first thing I could think of. I cleared my throat. “I mean, I made a mess and I need help cleaning it up.” I shook my head. “What I really meant was dessert is on me.” See. It’s literally on me.
He pushed himself off the doorjamb and walked over to me. “So let me get this straight. You need help cleaning up?” He dipped his finger into the chocolate syrup and spread it around, leaving a trail of deliciousness around my left nipple.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“You need help coming?” he was holding back a smirk.
“Yes.”
“And my dessert is on you?” His finger was still swirling around my nipple. “Or you are my dessert?”
“Both.”
“Well you texted the right guy.” He put his finger that had been circling my nipple into his mouth. “I can help you with all of those things.”
“Good.” I arched my back a little more.
“But my services aren’t free.”
I really hadn’t thought this scenario through. I was completely naked on the table. I didn’t have any cash on me. “My purse is in the other room.”
“Not cash.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me backward until my head was dangling from the edge of the table. He traced his fingers through the chocolate syrup between my breasts and lowered his pajama bottoms. And then he pumped his hand up and down his thick erection, spreading the syrup all over him. “You can pay me with your mouth.”
Before I could even think of a smart reply he thrust himself into my mouth. God, he tasted like chocolatey goodness. I wasn’t even hungry, but now I was dying for more.
I tried to reach out and grab his ass, but he was pressing the backs of my hands down on the table. I was completely at his mercy.
“Just like that, baby,” he said. “Take every inch and maybe I’ll do what you asked.”
I moaned.
“You’re soaking wet right now, aren’t you? You love ending the night with my cock in your mouth. It’s the only dessert you crave.”
God yes. I tightened my lips around him and he groaned.
He thrust forward, shoving his length down my throat. Choking me. And I loved every second of it.
He leaned over, licking the chocolate off my nipple and lightly tugging on it.
Jesus. And just like that, he’d flipped the script. I wasn’t seducing him. He was seducing me. He was always the one in control, even when I thought I was holding all the cards.
He ran his tongue down the center of my chest and over my stomach, tracing the trail I’d left.
Cleaning up the mess? Check.
Eating his dessert? Check.
Fucking my mouth? An unexpected check.
And I had no doubt he’d make me come. Hell, I could probably come just like this. I loved making him groan as he buried his cock in my throat. And it was an added bonus that he tasted like chocolate. I’m pretty sure I was about to add chocolate to my list of cravings along with pickles and watermelon. But I think I preferred my chocolate delivered this way.
He thrust his hips faster. And I tightened my lips around him again.
I heard the squirt of the bottle and felt a glob of chocolate fall against my clit.
Oh my God.
“Keep sucking me or I’ll stop,” he said. His breath was warm against my thigh.
I didn’t need him to explain. I bobbed my head and he thrust his tongue deep inside of me.
I felt my back arch again as he circled his tongue around me. “Delicious,” he whispered against my clit. He let go of my hands as he leaned forward, burying his tongue in my wetness.
I immediately grabbed his ass to help guide his thrusts into his mouth.
He pushed his thumbs against my lips, spreading my pussy for him. And he feasted. He licked, and sucked, and drove his tongue madly in and out. Circles. Deeper.
I moaned his name but it was lost around his erection thrusting into my mouth.
God, I was so close. So fucking close.
He spread my lips farther, like he needed more. More of me. More of everything. And he shoved his tongue farther, circling my wetness.
So close.
I was pretty sure I was whimpering now.
“Baby, I could eat you all night,” he said and moved his lips back to my clit. He lightly sucked.
Yeah, I was definitely whimpering.
And then he sucked harder. He groaned around my clit, the movement of his lips pushing me over the edge. He kept his lips on my clit until my legs stopped quivering around his head.
He slowly pulled out of my mouth, even though he hadn’t come yet.
“Wait…” I reached out for him. I wanted to taste him. My new craving for chocolate and cum was stronger than I thought it would be.
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth tonight,” he said. His eyes were dark and full of lust.
“Where did you want to come?”
His eyes raked down my body.
Ah, he thought since I was already messy that I wouldn’t mind a bigger mess. Well, he was right. I grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup and squeezed it as hard as I could. I actually meant to pour more on myself. But when I squeezed the bottle, my other hand that was propping me up slipped in the syrupy mess behind me.
And a big glob of syrup hit James’ cheek.
As soon as I saw the shocked expression on his face, I squeezed the bottle again, shooting it at his chest.
The smile on his face was contagious. “Oh, you’re going to get it,” he said.
I squealed as he reached out for me. I slid back on the table and jumped off the side. He grabbed the bottle I’d abandoned on the table and squirted it toward me, a glob of chocolatey goodness hitting my left tit.
I didn’t mind one bit. I was already sticky.
He chased me around the side of the table and I switched directions, running back around the table the other way. I wiped some of the chocolate off my breast and flung it toward him. This was now a full-fledged food fight.
He grabbed the bottle again, squirting more at me. It was so on. I pushed some into my hand off the table and flung it at him again. He dodged it and it landed with a squishy noise somewhere on the floor. And he took my moment of distraction to lunge across the table to get to me. I screamed again as I made a run for it. I made it to the foyer before I felt his strong hands.
He caught me around the waist, pulling my naked back to his strong chest.
I laughed as I tried to squirm away, but I couldn’t get far. Our bodies were practically sticking together.
“Are you running away from me?” he whispered in my ear.
I squirmed in this grip again. His erection pressed against my ass. He knew just how to make me horny all over again. His lips fell to my neck, and I could feel chocolate smearing onto me.
We were making a terrible mess. But I didn’t even care.
“I don’t like when you run from me,” he said, his voice rumbling in my ear. “Now press your hands against the wall. Right now. I’m ready for the rest of my payment.”
I had no idea how he was still stuck in roleplaying mode. I’d abandoned it as soon as he shoved his cock in the back of my throat. But I followed his instructions. I felt myself practically dripping. I didn’t know if it was me or the chocolate sauce, but I knew I needed him.
“I cleaned up your mess.” He pressed down on my back, arching it. “I ate your dessert.” His fingers slid down to my wetness, circling me. “And I made you come.” His hands slid to my hips. “Now you’re going to take my cock and scream my name.”
He thrust inside of me hard.
“James!”
His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me again and again.
I pressed against the wall, trying to match his thrusts. This was the second time in two days we’d somehow wound up in the foyer fucking each other’s brains out. If this was our new normal, I’d take it. I didn’t just want five months of seduction. I wanted a lifetime of it. Just like this. With his cock deep inside of me and me screaming his name
“Get on your knees,” he said.
What? I pushed back against him, making him groan.
He pulled out of me, and put his hand on my shoulder, gently shoving me to the ground.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
I reached down between my legs, filling the spot he’d abandoned with my fingers.
He wrapped his hand around his erection. He moved his hand slowly up and down, using my juices as lube.
“Rub your clit,” he said. “I want you to come when I drench you.”
Fuck. I slid my fingers out of my pussy, swirling the wetness over my clit. I loved when he told me what to do. I loved when he jerked off above me. The sight of him losing control over me turned me on even more.
“Faster,” he said as he stroked his cock, moving his hand up and down quicker.
I moved my fingers in faster circles, the pressure on my clit making my pussy clench.
He could tell. He could see it in my face. And as soon as I came, he exploded all over my chest.
I moaned again and his next shot landed in my mouth. His last one landed on my drenched pussy. He’d claimed every inch of me.
My hand stopped moving.
And his hand fell from his cock. His chest rose and fell as he stared down at me. I was drenched in his cum. “You’re so fucking sexy, Penny.”
I licked his cum off my lips in response.
He groaned. “We should get cleaned up.”
I was about to stand, but he leaned down and lifted me into his arms. I should have protested. He was still recovering from his injuries. But I loved when he took care of me.
He carried me through the kitchen and up the stairs. “So what made you decide on this tonight?” he asked, cradling me against his chest.
I looked up at him. “The whole sex altar thing at Club Onyx.”
“Hm.”
“Hm what?”
“Baby, if you want to know what happens on a sex altar, all you had to do was ask.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay.” I stared up at him. His expression wasn’t giving anything away. “I’m asking now.”
“Let’s just say, tomorrow is going to be fun.”
God, I was already wet again just thinking about it. What was he planning on doing to me tomorrow?
Chapter 12
Sunday
Ian was driving us all down to the Hunter Creek Country Club. Our SUV sped past the other cars on the highway. We were all laughing and having a great time. And by we all, I meant all of us but Matt.
James turned around from the passenger seat and smiled at me. Somehow we were the only couple who hadn’t gotten to sit together. Rob and Daphne were in the middle seats and I was scrunched in the back with Bee and Mason.
And I didn’t want to tell anyone, but I really had to pee. I’d already made them stop once and I didn’t want to have to make them stop again. We’re almost there, we’re almost there, I chanted silently to myself.
I needed to distract myself. “Did you say why Matt wasn’t coming today?” I asked. I had my suspicions that maybe Rob had asked Matt to be his best man. And that Matt wasn’t here today because it would be awkward since none of the rest of us were in the wedding party. Yeah, I was still a little bitter. More for James than myself. Rob had been James’ best man. And James wasn’t even good enough to be a groomsman for Rob? It was a slap in the face to James. Daphne could slap me in the face all she wanted, but I didn’t expect that from Rob.
Rob shrugged. “Matt had other plans.”
Other secret best man plans? “What other plans?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He folded his arms across his chest and looked out the window.
Um…okay. That didn’t seem like best man duty stuff. Rob seemed a little pissed. Or maybe Matt had messed up something with the plans? “Are you mad at him?”
Rob turned around to face me. “Why would I be mad that one of my best friends isn’t coming to help scope out my wedding venue and giving me his full attention when I need it most?”
“I think all of us will give you plenty of help.”
Rob shook his head.
“You’re being a bit of a groomzilla,” I said.
Bee laughed.
Rob was about to open his mouth when Daphne put her hand on top of his. “You really are,” she said. “Matt had other plans that he made before we announced our engagement. You can’t expect him to be able to drop everything just because we’re being spontaneous.”
“Oh yes I can,” Rob said.
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