A Dirty Wedding Night Page 3

  “If she needs you,” I said, “I would never begrudge her that.”

  I meant it. I had an entire family to turn to if I needed support; Jessa didn’t. She had Jesse, and she’d had him long before I came along. I’d promised myself when I agreed to marry him that I would never get in the way of that relationship. How could I? It was a bond that had been forged when Jessa was born and Jesse was only four; when he’d named her, after himself.

  “Jesus, I love you,” he said. Then he kissed me again. It was slow and hot, and I opened for him, taking him deep.

  When he pulled away, his pupils were dilated. He licked his lip and groaned a little. I grinned.

  Then he turned back to his little paper.

  “Now quit distracting me. I have more vows to get through.”

  I brushed a little curl of his dark hair back from his face as he spoke, then trailed my fingertips over his shoulder and down his back, scraping him lightly with my nails, making him shiver. I had no intention of quitting; distracting Jesse was one of my favorite pastimes.

  “I will always make sure you have a place to do your art. Or whatever it is you want to do.”

  “That’s really sweet,” I said. And it was. Especially when he’d already given me an amazing art studio where I could paint, and also let me set up a second, smaller studio in the sunroom of his house. Our house.

  “I will always listen to your problems,” he said, “and hold back your hair when you barf, and be patient with your moods.” He glanced at me sidelong. “Even when you’re on the rag and you get weepy.”

  “Amazing,” I said, with somewhat-mock adoration. “So gallant, babe.”

  “Thank you. I try.”

  “So that means you’ll eat ice cream with me and listen to me bitch about my cramps? And not judge me when I cry at cute puppy food commercials?”

  I saw the gears turning in his head as he thought his way out of that one.

  “I will always call someone in to do the stuff I don’t wanna do, so it gets done,” he said carefully.

  I tried to peek at his paper, but he held it out of reach. “That’s not even on there!”

  “So? I mean it, babe. You’ve got PMS, I’ll call Devi over in a heartbeat.”

  “Okay. That’s fair.” My best friend would be far more empathetic in such circumstances anyway.

  “I promise to make you come almost every day—”

  “Almost!?” I tickled that sensitive little notch at the base of his spine, making him buck a little. Goosebumps rippled across his flesh.

  His eyes darkened as he gazed down at me. “Can’t have you getting too used to that shit and taking it for granted. You’ll get lazy.”

  “That’s so flattering, sweetie,” I said brightly.

  “Besides…” He leaned in and kissed my temple, his lips lingering. “We both know you usually come more than once when we have sex. So in the long run, you’re at a surplus.”

  “I like the math on that.”

  He kissed his way down my cheek toward my mouth. “I promise to keep you stocked with a lifetime supply of thongs… those lacy ones made of expensive dental floss…”

  “Ugh.” He slipped his tongue in my mouth, and for a long moment I got lost in his kiss. When he pulled away and grinned, leaving me a little breathless, I accused, “That vow’s for you, though, not for me. Those things are gross. They ride up my butt.”

  “Yeah, but you’ve got a killer butt.” He scanned his paper, maybe looking for something to make up for that one. “I promise to hire a personal trainer for you if you start to get fat?”

  I pinched his butt cheek. Hard. “Lame! And grounds for divorce.” He grinned a wicked grin, making me wonder if that one was even on the paper. “Unless it’s my idea. Otherwise, I’ll get as fat as I damned well want to.”

  He lowered his eyelids and gave me the same blatant eye-fucking he’d given me the first time we met… and countless times since. “I promise to do you, even if you get fat.”

  “Well, thank you. I guess.”

  “That one wasn’t even written down. I improvised.”

  I squeezed his ass and gave him an overly-sweet smile. “And I promise to do you, even if you get fat and bald.”

  “Aww. Don’t make me cry.” He looked a little misty-eyed, and as usual, I couldn’t even tell if he was faking or not. The man was a born performer. “I promise to clean up Max’s shit even though I don’t want to.”

  I smiled at that; a genuine smile. “Well, me and Max thank you.” One thing Jesse knew: a direct route to my heart was definitely through my dog. I traced little circles, idly, on his butt. “You know,” I mused, “if he didn’t approve of you, I probably wouldn’t have married you…”

  He cocked a skeptical eyebrow. “I promise to try anything you want in bed at least once.”

  “Anything…?” My fingers crept toward his butt crack.

  “Anything.” He swatted my hand away. “Don’t abuse it. Oh, this one’s key. I promise if you get bored of me,” he said importantly, “I’ll make myself more interesting.”

  I laughed, hard. “That’s… shit. I don’t even know what to say to that. Thanks?”

  “You’re welcome.”

  My hand had found its way back to his ass, and my fingertip crept between his butt cheeks again. I just loved making him squirm…

  “I promise I won’t fart in bed unless I really, really have to,” he said, straight-faced.

  I snatched my hand back. “Ew.”

  “What? That’s how much I respect you.” He leaned in and gave me a quick, soft kiss I didn’t return.

  “Okay… So you’ll still respect me if I have to?”

  “Not allowed.”

  “What?”

  “Deal-breaker.”

  I laughed, pushing him away. “What am I supposed to do? What if I’m sick or something?”

  “Crawl into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.”

  “You are such a pig.”

  He kissed me again, his lips lingering suggestively on mine as his tongue teased the sensitive inner flesh of my upper lip. “You married me.”

  I fought the urge to open my mouth to his kiss… and suck his tongue right out of his head, the way he liked. “Are you done yet?”

  “You don’t like your special vows?” He nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth and tingles spread through my stomach, into my core. I was getting wet. Warming… softening to him.

  Wanting him again.

  “I love them.” I rearranged myself on my side so I could wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his ear. “But there are a lot of them, sweetie. And I wanna be able to remember them all—in case you break any.” I licked his earlobe and sucked it into my mouth, scraping lightly with my teeth because I knew it drove him crazy.

  “Alright.” He cleared his throat, rustling his little paper. “There’s… uh… a bunch more sex stuff on here.” His eyes locked on mine. “Or should I just skip it, and show you instead?”

  I bit my lip.

  He crumpled the paper and tossed it aside.

  He kissed me, deep, his body melding to mine until we were pressed together, my nipples hard and tingling against his chest, his cock hard and pulsing against my stomach, my pussy throbbing with reawakening desire…

  He kissed his way down my neck and I closed my eyes. Some of the urgency, the edge that had accompanied that first post-wedding fuck had been released, and now I could just bask in his touch… slow, exploratory, deliciously patient… yet hungry, as Jesse’s touch always was.

  He continued downward, closing his warm lips around one nipple, biting lightly, then flicking with his tongue. I gasped and arched into him, wanting more, but he released the nipple, just teasing, leaving feather-soft kisses on my skin.

  “I promise not to leave you,” he murmured against my other breast as he kissed the soft swell of flesh. His eyes lifted to mine beneath his dark, heavy lashes. “Unless you want me to.”

  “Never gonna happen,�
�� I breathed as he teased that nipple into his mouth and sucked. “Unless… you eventually get tired of me… and want to replace me with a newer model.”

  “Never gonna happen. And by the way, even if you wanted me to leave you,” he added, kissing his way down my belly, “I’d probably stick around a while. You know, until it got really pathetic—”

  “Uh-uh.” I caught his face in my hands and tipped his head up. “I love you, Jesse Mayes,” I whispered, holding his gaze.

  His brown eyes softened as he looked up at me. “I love you, too…” he murmured against my skin, “… Mrs. Mayes.”

  I frowned. “I told you not to call me that. That’s an old lady name.”

  “You are my old lady,” he mumbled, kissing his way in a circle around my navel.

  I stirred, growing restless and needy at his slow, teasing touch. “Jesse… don’t start that crap…”

  He dipped into my navel with his tongue, making me squirm. He knew that spot was hardwired to my clit; plus, it tickled. Then he fluttered his tongue down my naked belly, straight toward my—

  “Oh, shit!” I sat up, shoving him off, and wriggled out from beneath him.

  “The hell are you going?” He grabbed at me but I squirmed away, rolling out of bed.

  “I have a wedding night gift for you, too!” I dashed into the en suite bathroom; I couldn’t believe I’d almost forgotten.

  “If you have to fart,” he called after me, “just say so.”

  I rolled my eyes at him and slammed the door.

  Chapter Four

  Jesse

  I lay sprawled across the bed, naked, waiting for Katie. Looking at myself in the mirrored ceiling.

  What was it about looking at yourself, naked and spread out on a bed, from above, that was so… erotic? Not in a cocky way, but there was just something… Something about that view.

  Yourself, submissive.

  Maybe it was getting a glimpse of yourself the way your lover must see you. When she had you laid out, at her mercy…

  My dick twitched at that thought, and I frowned at it, lying there half-soft.

  “Babe, hurry up,” I called out, as I gave my cock a few pumps. “I’m gonna fall asleep.”

  That wasn’t true. I was too wired to sleep. I just wanted her to bring her sweet ass back out here so I could fuck her again before she got too distracted and lost the mood. One go with Katie was never enough. Especially after waiting for two fucking days.

  Seconds later, the bathroom door swung open.

  “Hey,” she said, a smile in her slightly-husky voice, “quit touching yourself.”

  I rolled over to face her. “Why? You want all this hard di—Whoa.”

  Katie stood in the doorway to the bathroom, decked out in white lingerie; some kind of slutty-bride thing.

  The fucking works.

  A skimpy, see-through lace corset-thing with barely any material but just enough engineering to shove her boobs up—way up; garter straps clipped to sheer stockings; skimpy-as-fuck panties. And who could miss the fuck-me-right-now shoes… strappy high-heeled contraptions built for sex, because they sure as shit weren’t built for comfort. They stacked about five extra inches onto her petite frame.

  “Holy Christ.”

  I knelt up on the bed to stare at her.

  Katie always wore sexy shit, but nothing like this. Tiny cotton panties, sexy as all hell on her, and a smooth pushup bra or no bra at all were more her thing. I’d never seen her in this much see-through, lacy stuff. And all that white against her creamy skin, her naturally rosy cheeks, her dark hair… totally fucking stunning.

  I got up and met her halfway to the bed and gripped her waist, drawing her toward me. Then I kissed her. Her mouth, so hot and silky-wet, reminding me of her slippery-wet pussy, undid me. My cock was already aching for her again, stiff. I needed to fuck her, now. I could think of nothing else but whatever was the best position to screw her in all this sexy stuff.

  Throw her down on her stomach?

  On her back?

  Bend her over…

  My hands skimmed up her sides and I felt her shudder beneath the lace. She was breathing shallow and fast as we kissed; her breasts heaved against me. The corset was fucking tight. A see-through vice.

  She put her hands on my chest, her fingernails digging in as our kiss deepened. Then her hands slid down, down… and stroked my cock. One slow, teasing pump…

  Then they were gone.

  I felt her fumbling around below. She broke our kiss and looked down. She was struggling to unhook the straps clipped to her stockings.

  “I want these stupid panties off!” she panted, frustrated. “Like right now. How are you supposed to fuck in all this stuff? It’s like a chastity belt…”

  I watched her struggle and swear, amused.

  She managed to get one of the hooks loose from a stocking, ripping it in the process. “Oh, shit. I didn’t know it would be so hard to take off…” She bit her lip a little, gazing up at me. “I wanted to do a little strippy thing for you.”

  I raised an eyebrow, liking that idea. “A strippy thing?”

  “Yeah. Like a show. You know, peel it off, all sexy and suave.” Her cheeks turned pink. “I’ve never done this before. I guess clothing that’s actually easy to strip is kinda key.”

  “Uh-huh. That’s why dudes wear those velcro pants.” I kissed her again. “You’re adorable, babe. But don’t strip it off. I wanna fuck you in it.”

  “All of it?”

  “Most of it.” I slid my hand down between her legs, stroking her through the lace panties. “And for future reference… there’s lingerie you wear to strip for a guy, and there’s lingerie you wear to get fucked in. This is lingerie you get fucked in.”

  “Oh. Okay. It was kinda murder putting it on…”

  “Katie,” I told her, kissing her again and walking her toward the bed, “you don’t have to wear this shit for me.” Not that I didn’t appreciate it… “You know that, right?”

  “I just wanted it to be special,” she murmured as she kissed my throat, her arms going around my neck. “I mean, we’ve already done everything there is to do…”

  “Everything?”

  She blushed as she gazed up at me. “Maybe not everything. Close.”

  “Okay.” I stood her by the bed and got down on my knees. “I’m gonna show you what we can do…”

  Then I kissed my way down her body. The parts covered in lace. The naked parts. I licked her along the edge of her panties. I nudged my nose against her clit, teasing her, then slipped a finger inside the lace and teased the crotch aside.

  I swiped the tip of my tongue over her softness, making her shudder. I could eat Katie out all fucking night. Since she’d just married me, she was just gonna have to put up with my oral fixation.

  Not like she didn’t know about it from our very first date.

  “You know I’m not gonna complain about that…” she said breathily, as she played with my hair. “But what’s new? We have to do something new on our wedding night, Jesse.”

  Despite her half-hearted protests, I could feel the tension and the heat building between her legs. I groaned as I breathed her in. She was muskier now, her scent even headier, the way it always was after my cock had been between her legs.

  “We did new stuff…”

  She shifted, restless against me as I delved my tongue deeper. I sucked on her delicate lips and she gasped like she didn’t mean to, rocking her hips into me.

  “Like what?” she whispered.

  “Like…” I teased her with my tongue between my words. “I ate you out on a staircase… That was new… I made you come under a deer antler chandelier… That was definitely new.”

  “That’s just new decor,” she breathed. “It doesn’t count.”

  I looked up at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were slightly hooded. They sparkled with lust as she gazed down at me.

  I stood up, my chest brushing hers. I gripped her by the back of her
neck and drew her close, brushing my lips against hers. “You’re my wife. That’s new. And it’s more than enough to get me off.”

  It was true.

  Katie Bloom—Katie Mayes—turned on… Was there any-fucking-thing sexier?

  Nope.

  My wife.

  Damn…

  I kissed her, deep, filling her mouth with my tongue like I owned it… sinking into the taste of her. I breathed her in… that familiar, sweet scent of vanilla, of cherries and cream.

  That smell that always got me so fucking hard.

  Katie Fucking Mayes.

  I slid a hand down, into her panties. “Let me just help you with these.” Then I thrust a finger right through the thin lace, ripping out the crotch.

  “Oh,” she gasped, glancing down. “That’s how you do it without taking the rest off.”

  “Uh-huh…”

  I lay her back on the bed, crawling right over her, and wrapped her silky, stocking-covered legs around me. Her stiletto heel bit into my ass and I growled.

  “Oh! I can take off the shoes, if—”

  “Fuck, no. Keep the shoes. Fucking love you in shoes…” I got busy kissing her neck, licking and sucking, lost in the smell of her. “Katie… whatever it is you do to smell so fucking good… don’t ever change it.”

  “Jesse,” she breathed, her hands roaming down my back. “Your butt looks… Wow. You have a nice ass.” She squeezed my ass with both hands as she checked me out in the mirrored ceiling.

  I kissed my way down, between her tits, which were still shoved up by her corset, against the forces of gravity. “Quit objectifying me…” I mumbled, my voice muffled by her cleavage. Katie had epic tits. Not huge, but full and perky on her petite, curvy frame. I once told her they were fat, as a compliment, but she didn’t like that. Go figure.

  She arched into my kisses. “Since when do you have a problem with being objectified?”

  “Since it’s distracting you from this.” I swiped my tongue inside the cup of the corset and sucked her nipple out. I teased the hard pink tip with my teeth until she was gasping, squirming with need beneath me. Katie never could stay still when I touched her tits; I could almost make her come just by sucking on them.