Page 162 of The Alternate Captain
And she knows exactly how to get me there.
She obliges, her touch gentle yet purposeful. I can sense her finger delicately exploring, gradually making its way inside. At the same time, her other hand firmly wraps around my shaft, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Yes,” I hiss. Or at least I think I do—because I’m ignited. Hard, and eager for faster strokes.
I meet her hand on my dick, taking over the stroking as I chase the release that I know she’s working me up to. Giving her a little more room to focus on the finger she’s got buried inside me gets me there in a flash, and I’m groaning loudly, coming all over the wall of the shower.
“Fuck.”
She gets to her feet and shimmies under the stream of water, washing herself before turning towards me.
“Any more thoughts on pegging?” There’s a grin on her face that I can’t help but mirror. Because I’m high on my second orgasm of the day.
“You can do whatever the hell you want to me if it’s that good.”
Liam ambles out ofa side room in the registry hall, closely followed by Ryan as they make their way towards me in their matching suits.
“You remember, Kelly, right?” I say, pulling her right beside me and draping my arm around her shoulders.
“Yeah, nice to see you. Thanks for coming,” Liam says.
“Where’re the guys?” I ask.
“It’s just us,” Liam says.
“Well, and Jen. She’s just in with Vicky. But—we’re just doing this as a little thing. No big deal for now.But you can’t tell Bettsy because he’s expecting a huge stag-do or whatever it’s called.”
Both Kelly and I groan audibly. “We can’t keep any more secrets,” I say.
“It’s not your secret to tell, anyway. Besides, Vicky and I are having a big event in the summer—with Jen and Ryan.”
“A joint wedding?” I ask.
“Well, sort of. More like a two-day extravaganza.”
I gape at him, but the sound of a door opening in the distance pulls my attention away, and Jen beckons me towards her.
“Come on,” I say to Kelly, leading her away.
Vicky looks incredible. A huge white gown that is very... Vicky, and her hair in a wave over her shoulders.
“Thanks, Jen,” she says. “I’ll be fine with Johnny.”
And Jen ambles out, steering Kelly away with her.
“Vic—”
“Do I look okay?” she says, tears forming in her eyes.
“You look beautiful. Like in an ugly way,” I say with a grin.
“Thanks, Johnny.”
“Are you sure you want me to—you know...”
“Of course I do,” she says, stepping towards me, her gown billowing out behind her.
She really does look beautiful.
