Page 1 of Desperate Haste

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MALCOLM

“Yes, oh my god,don’t stop,” she begs as I lie between her legs, feasting on her just like our friends had feasted on cake and expensive food a few hours earlier. Doing the thing with my tongue that drives every woman I’ve ever been with wild, she writhes underneath me and lets out a sound that is a cross between a whimper and a laugh.

“Someone knows what he’s doing,” she moans.

I glance up from my meal, giving her a cocky grin while swiping my tongue across my lips and take far too much pleasure in how her cheeks flush. My hands find her round thighs and pull her closer to where I’m kneeling on the floor against the bed. “Trust me, darling, I’ll show youexactlyhow much I know all night if you let me.”

Ophelia cocks her head to one side, giving me a look that says “is that right?” before speaking again. “Then why don’t you get back down there andprove it.”

So that’s what I do.

I drop my head between her thick legs, using my hands to push them further apart, and the silk fabric of her maid of honor dress glides further up her supple waist. Her hips flex as she opens herself up for me, welcoming me in and letting me have every inch of her I’ve been craving. As I lick and flick and edge her on, it isn’t lost on me how much of a cliché this entire situation is. A groomsman hooking up with the maid of honor on the night of his best friend’s wedding. Often the storyline of a horribly cheesy romcom, and here I am living it in real life. But for weeks now, I’ve watched her come into my bar and flirt with other men. I held her in my arms as she cried during our friends’ engagement. And the few times our group of friends has gotten together, I’m pretty sure she’s flirted with me—even if her flirting came out as backhanded comments and sly digs. This girl is a fucking tease and I’m tired of being on the other end of it.

Tonight, I’ll be the one teasing her and claiming her as my own.

“I want you to finger me,” she demands as she arches her back and presses her hips closer to me. I scowl for half a second—no one’s ever told me what to do in bed before and I’ve taken plenty of beautiful women to bed with me. Trying to take back control of the situation, I tease her opening with my fingers but I don’t give her what she wants. A huff of frustration comes from her mouth and she reaches for my hand, pressing it where she wants it.

“Be a good boy and do as I say.” Her voice has an edge to it that turns me on and gets my dick even harder in my dress pants.Did I just get turned on by being called a ‘good boy?’ What the hell?

“Why don’t you just let me make you feel good?” I challenge, rubbing my fingers against her clit, causing her to moan loudly.

“You are making me feel good, but I think you could make me feel better,” she dares as she begins to shake underneath me. I can tell she’s climbing and getting closer to her finish, but I’m not going to let her off that easily. Pushing myself up from my knees, I pull away from her causing her head to snap up in confusion.

“Sit up,” I demand, and she does what she’s told. Frantically, I slip the thin straps holding up her dress off her shoulders and push the dress down to expose her chest. Her breasts hang heavy and exposed as she isn’t wearing a bra. The pale yellow of the fabric highlights her olive toned skin magnificently.

“Has anyone ever told you how perfect these are?” I growl as I take them in my hands and start to flick her pert nipples with my thumbs. She sucks in a breath and leans closer, biting my neck and causing a shockwave of heat to run down my spine.

“Several men, actually,” she hums with a coy smirk. I meet her gaze and tip my head to one side.

“How many women have you used that line on?”

“Several, actually,” I repeat her words back to her before pushing her down onto the bed, lowering myself on top of her as I do. With her nearly naked underneath of me, I finally have access to everything I want. As I press my lips to her neck, nipping at the soft spots, my hands go to work on her breasts and her center. She starts to rise again, her body reacting to every touch I give her. It’s not long before low moans escape from her lips and I can feel her starting to fall over the edge.

“Come for me, darling, come on my fingers like I know you want to.” I hardly have to ask before I feel her come undone beneath me. Wanting to toy with her like she’s been toying with me from afar for the last few weeks, I pull away just long enough to let her take a deep breath before bringing my hands back to the sensitive spots on her body. She flinches as I slide my fingers up her center and I love how soaked she is because of me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whisper into her ear. When she opens her eyes, she has the audacity to roll them.

“Is that another line you use on the women you get into your bed?” she snides with a half smirk.

“What if it is? Don’t you all like being called a good girl?” I ask as she helps me unbutton my shirt. I stand from the bed, undoing my belt and peeling off my shoes and socks. When we tumbled into my apartment after being dropped off by an Uber, we went straight for the bedroom knowing good and well where our night was headed. She stands to meet me and wiggles out of her maid of honor dress, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. I bite my bottom lip hungrily as I take in her body and trace all her curves with my eyes. As I strip out of my suit and mirror her lack of clothes, she looks at me in the same way I’m looking at her.

Like she’s ready to devour me.

“Do you have a condom or do I need to provide one?” She raises her brows at me and I honor her level of preparedness. More often than not, the women I bring home expect me to have protection. I like that she’s just as prepared as I am.

“You carry condoms with you?” I question as I open the drawer in the bedside table, pulling out a fresh condom and flashing it between us. She snatches it from my hand and holds it up between our faces.

“Of course I do. The only thing I want to bring home from a man’s house is the satisfaction of a good orgasm.” She takes the foil between her teeth and rips the packaging open before handing it back to me. “Now put this on and show me if you can make that happen. I hope you can walk the walk as well as you talk the talk. Things will be awfully awkward if you can’t.”

I chuckle at her words and take the opened condom from her hand.

“Watch me put it on,” I demand as I look down to wrap it up. My cock is at full attention and waiting desperately for any kind of relief. I glance up to see if she is following my direction and sure enough, she is. Her lips pull back the slightest bit as she watches me slip the condom down my shaft. Her eyes flick back to me with hunger and I take a step closer to her.

“Now lay down.” She does.

Before lowering myself down on top of her, I lift one of her feet up and bend her knee so her foot is on the bed and the other is extended out. Then, I slowly start to bring myself down on top of her, peppering different spots on her body with soft kisses as I do. One on the top of her thigh, then her knee, and then her stomach. As I kiss my way up her body, her fingertips explore my chest and my back, following the ridges and well pronounced muscles like a feather. She hums with delight when I make my way to her neck and sink my teeth into it. When I bite her a second time, she digs her fingernails into my back and we suck in a breath in sync with one another. Slowly, I reach a hand down between us and use the tip of my cock to tease her entrance. She repays the feeling of ecstasy I’m causing her by bringing her teeth to my neck and biting down with just enough force. The mix of pleasure and pain creates a new wave of need inside of me to have her as my own.

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