His Plus One (2 page)

Suddenly, he broke off.  “Not here.  Somebody could see us.”

She had to admit, he was right, but more than anything she wanted to pull his body back towards hers, grind her hips against his.  Still, he was right.  She tilted her head towards the door that she leaned against.  “What about the cottages?  Are there any open we could duck into?” 

She remembered that Tom had gone out to put their things in the cottages -- Tom, who would leave her, surely, if he found out about this tryst.  It dawned on her then that she did not care.  Tom was...not Marcus.  Tom had boring blue eyes, a boring job at a boring office, and was boringly, horribly catatonically dull.  Tom’s idea of success was being able to work in an office where you could bring your dog to work sometimes -- Samantha had higher goals than that when it came to her men, and Marcus, with the beach mansion that, looking around, seemed to be the property of someone in the family, given all the Everett trinkets and photos...well, he seemed a little more put together.  And those hazel eyes gleamed, and his body -- more forceful, more demanding that Tom, who would never push her up against a doorframe...would never do anything outside of the bed... 
fuck Tom
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Marcus nodded.  “There’s one that should be empty.”  His touched her shoulder again, pushing her lightly through the door, then wound around to lead them on once more through the twisting corridors.  Somewhere off in the distance from another part of the house she could hear laughter, and from another direction there was the sound of glasses clinking together in a casual toast.  Samantha wondered if Tom was among that party, already having forgotten about her, as he so often did when mingling with his old college buddies.  Well, that group was down a man, and she was the winner, her hand entwined with that of Marcus.  Again she worried for a moment that someone would see -- that worse, Tom would see.  But nobody did.  And, she reminded herself as they wound through the house, she could be anyone to Marcus.

He eventually led them to a door which looked out over the cottages that dotted the hillside to the west of the mansion.  They were small, white little houses, with scalloped windows and roses climbing up wooden stakes.  They looked like something straight out of a design magazine, or one of the myriad of glossy wedding magazines that graced every coffee table at the bridal salon.  Samantha wondered which one housed her and Tom’s bags, but whichever one it was, it was not the cottage Marcus opened the door to.  It was a quick move, and the door opened easily with the key he produced from his pocket. 

For a moment Samantha worried that they would be seen, but she resisted the urge to look around her, thinking better of it, because only a guilty person would look warily around her before entering a cottage, wouldn’t they?  Her body felt warm and she could feel her heart pounding before Marcus even finished closing the door.  Her pussy ached already, in anticipation for what she knew would be coming.  Fear and adrenaline mixed to form a rush that felt exhilarating to her, and made her skin tingle.  She needed him already. 

His breath was hot on her neck as he moved forward to lean against her body as she backed up against the door.  His musky scent of aftershave and mint was cool, sexy in its inclusion of the mint, exotic, unusual.  He reached around her to lock it with a deft motion before letting his fingers slide to the back of her neck, gently tugging at the tendrils of hair she had so carefully pinned up.  “I must let you know, I don’t normally do this,” he confided.

Samantha chuckled a little, her breath warm on his skin as she whispered, “What, cheat on your wedding day?”

Marcus gave no reply, but the firm bite her gave to her neck was sufficient punishment for her cheeky reply.  She gave a sharp intake of breath at the bite, and then leaned her head back against the door as he let his fingers trace down her neck, down her shoulder blades, down to the dip in her dress where the delicate lilac lace curved inwards.  His fingers were warm to the touch, and her skin shivered in response as he moved down her body, exploring, caressing.

“I’m quite the back and breast man, I’ll admit,” he said, letting his fingers fondle the fabric of her dress right where it ended at the curve of her waist.  “I love to feel a woman’s back stiffen as I taste her nipples.”  With that, he lowered his voice so that it was barely audible.  “Your back is so perfect.  I have to see more of it.”

He let his hands move to Samantha’s breasts, cupping them in his hands as he worked to tug the sleeves of her dress down over her shoulders.  Samantha stiffened as the cool air of the seaside cottage met her skin.  His lips on her bare flesh were cool and minty, his aftershave clung to the air only barely, just enough so that she could taste him on her. 

Her hands moved to her panties just as his lips met her nipple, teasing it with his tongue.  She was wet already, she could feel it, and as his tongue met her areola, she arched her back against the door.  He stopped, smiling at her for a second, before he let his hands wander again to her bared back.  The dress was already falling off her shoulders, but this was not good enough it seemed. 

“I’m going to have to see a little more than that,” he chided, allowing her to keep her fingers in her panties, her eyes half-lidded, as his fingers traced a thin line down her back.  When his hands met the dip in the back of the dress this time though, Marcus grabbed the fabric and pulled it off of her, baring her back entirely, and letting the dress fall to the floor.  Her breasts were perfect, just the right shape for his hands, and as he pressed her nearly-naked body (now that she was only wearing her panties and jewelry -- she was glad she’d chosen the lapis-constellation earrings then, because she knew just how good they looked when she was naked, sparkling in the light that filtered through the small scalloped windows) against the door once more, he let her tender, full breasts fill his cupped hands.

He stroked one, then the other, taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching it, working at it and teasing her.  She could feel his erection in his pants as he pushed his weight against hers.  She pushed back, grinding her hips against his, loving the feel of his cock hard against her thin silk panties.  Samantha thrust her fingers inside herself as he bit down lightly on her nipple. 

Marcus caught her hand in one of his, and pulled her fingers out from her panties, and moved them to the clasp of his belt.  Samantha understood, and worked at the leather belt, taking a few seconds of struggling concentration as he continued to tease her breasts.  She stiffened again, her breath becoming ragged as he methodically pinched then tugged at first one pink, hard nipple, then the other.  From the tip to the rounded edges he worked as she worked at his belt.  Finally, when she thought she may never get the buckle to come undone, it did, and she quickly unzipped his pants to let loose his cock.  She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed to be fucked, how much she’d missed having a bit of fun since she started going out with Tom.  Here, now, Marcus with his hard cock, with his tongue on her nipple, with her back against the hard wooden door -- this is what she had needed.  She let out a little moan of pleasure as delight rippled through her body.

Samantha let her body succumb for a moment.  She let the blinding ecstasy envelop her as he flicked her nipple with his tongue once more.  She could feel her pussy becoming wetter, and she knew that pretty soon her panties were going to be completely soaked through.  His cock was hard as she pressed her body against his, his breath was hot on her skin as he sucked at her nipples, but she could feel his hands moving to her hips, guiding her down, and so she knelt, taking his cock in her mouth, letting his tongue leave her nipples.

He was large and hot in her mouth, and for a moment she wasn’t sure she could take him, but he was hard in her mouth and she moaned a little as she began to move her tongue over his erection, this time taking on the role of tease as she worked at him, flicking her tongue in just the right places.  She could feel him stiffen inside her, she could feel his hands -- those large, steady hands -- in her hair, pulling and tugging at her, encouraging her on as she sucked him off. 

“You’ll be in the crowd watching me get married later,” Marcus said, his voice low and controlled even as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, making him shudder involuntarily for a moment.  “You’ll be in that crowd and the Wedding March will begin to play and you’re going to be thinking of my cock, aren’t you?”  His voice was tight and still deeply controlled but she could hear the pleasure beneath that control.  It was as though he took just as much pleasure in the cheating as he did in the blow job.  “You’ll be sitting there, watching me kiss my bride, but your thoughts are going to be elsewhere, you’re going to be thinking of my cock in your mouth right here, hours before.  Or maybe you’ll be thinking of --”  he paused for a moment, letting his head fall back slightly as she sucked his cock harder.  “Or maybe you’ll be thinking of my hands on your breasts, sucking your nipples, is that what you’ll be thinking of when you’re sitting at the reception, watching us take our first dance?”  He stopped again, his breath hot and heavy, she could feel he was getting harder, getting closer to the edge as he spoke and as she sucked.  He spoke faster.  “Or what about when we kiss -- you’ll be thinking of my mouth inside you, my tongue on your wet, hot pussy, right here, right now, in this little cottage a hundred feet away from the beach where we’ll say our vows.  You’ll be congratulating us but you’ll really be thinking of me fucking you, of you sucking me off.”

She did not pause to answer, instead took him deeper inside her, let him thrust down her throat as she willed her body to accept him, opening her throat.  It was dirty, what he was saying, but here she was with the groom’s cock in her mouth, her dress torn and on the floor, her nipples reddening, and her throbbing, begging pussy wetter than ever, so Samantha hardly thought his words were the most horrible naughty thing about the whole affair.  It was dirty, and she loved it.  She smiled a wicked little smile, letting her teeth graze his sensitive skin just barely enough for him to stiffen, pulling her hair harder, with more urgency.
‘Yes’
she wanted to say,
‘Yes, when I’m sitting there watching you say I do, I’m going to think of what it was like to fuck you,’
but she didn’t, instead let the words seep into her consciousness, hoping he would sense her reply as she sucked harder, taking him deep in her mouth.

He came hard, bursting his hot, sticky fluids into her mouth, and she took him, swallowed him, felt him slide down her throat with satisfaction.  Slowly, she let his cock pull from her mouth.  Her pussy still throbbed, and her nipples were sore from the insistent teasing Marcus had given them.  She stood, prepared to make her exit now that the deed had been done, but then she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing, willing her to stand still.  She felt unsteady on her feet, dizzy from the exchange, and she wiped a little of his sticky fluid from her ruby-red mouth in satisfaction.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked, that gleam still apparent in his hazel eyes.  He clearly had other plans, and as he cocked his head in mild amusement, he let his hands stray to her hips, stroking the soft, smooth skin there.  A tingle of warmth echoed through Samantha’s body.  His fingers touched the silk fabric of her panties, tugging them off deliberately, letting them fall silently to the wood floor.  He turned her around then, pushing her gently to the bed that lay across from the door.  The sheets were cool and smooth on her back as he pushed her down, and her nipples were pink and erect. 

His mouth -- his hot, wet mouth that she had wanted to kiss ever since she’d met him that night in the bar -- was on her stomach then, kissing her firm, taut skin, letting his lips graze her body lightly, but deliberately.  Then he moved down, brushing her hips with his lips, and then his tongue was on her pussy, exploring her, and she moaned.  Her clit throbbed, and her hips moved, she needed him to go deeper, to taste her harder.  She wanted to push his head down further inside of her, but doing so would be awkward, she couldn’t quite reach, so she lay back, letting his tongue explore her wet, aching folds.

Outside she could hear the muffled voices of other wedding guests.  And here they were, the groom and a random Plus One, his head between her legs, her naked sprawled out on the bed, his tongue tasting her and licking at her folds, sucking at her sensitive places.  A ripple of pleasure at their deviance tore through her body, and she bucked her hips a little involuntarily. 

“Tsk, not now, not yet,” murmured Marcus, looking up for only an instant from his work.

Her pussy begged for more, she wanted him inside her harder, deeper.  His tongue was methodical in its movement, wet and exploratory.  She felt almost dizzy, and she arched her back, reading her hands out to clasp the headboard of the bed, to steady her body with its firmness.  As she moved, he thrust his tongue deeper inside her, and grasped her thighs with his hands, holding her down, pushing her legs firmly to the bed.  He dove deeper with his tongue, and her pussy pulsed.  Samantha held tightly to the headboard, willing herself to not to come, not yet, Marcus had told her to wait, but his tongue was in her folds, caressing her skin, the groom was sending ripples of naughty pleasure through her body, and Samantha couldn’t wait any longer.