Sax must’ve known what I was thinking and when I looked over, I saw Nicco staring back, his grey eyes hooded, and he nodded. There was a look of pain and longing on his face, but surprisingly, no jealousy. I found it odd, but my arousal didn’t have time to linger on it. Once I knew they were safe, I regained my footing and took off. Out in the hotel, I looked around as I kept pulling him, searching for an appropriate place. They always made it seem so easy in books and movies to find random hookup spots. I guess there was the bathroom, but I didn’t really fancy having to maneuver around a toilet or have others hear us.
Finally, I spotted one of the rooms the bridal party had used to get dressed in. Cracking the door, I found a sitting room with another door that opened into a smaller space for the bride or groom to dress. Walking toward it, I barely made it inside before Sax had me up against the wall, his lips on my neck.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day, Spitfire. When you’re not there, your hands are like little ghosts I can feel all over my body, haunting me with the pleasure they can bring me.”
Moaning, my head fell back against the wall as his palms shoved up my dress, the tight material bunching around my hips. Now that my legs could move, he hitched them up, wrapping them around him. The move brought me closer to his lips, and I took them in a bruising kiss. This was the thing about Sax. He made it okay to want.
Nicco had taught me it was okay to explore and find confidence in sexuality, making it comfortable and safe.
Sax, he showed me how to take it.
He was dominating and possessive, but he let me control it at the same time. It was an odd combination, but it was exactly what I needed.
His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me tighter to his body as we kissed like there was no tomorrow. When his fingers brushed over my panties, I moaned loudly into his mouth; the feeling felt so good. There was no denying how turned on I’d gotten from his dirty talk and the small ministrations he’d edged me with throughout the ceremony.
Sax gripped the edges of my panties, and before I could protest, he ripped them right off me. Gasping, I pulled back, shock covering my face.
“Why would you do that? I happened to like those a lot.”
He gave me a rueful smirk, nothing but pure sexual mischief in his eyes. “Oh, Spitfire, your reaction was half of it, this,” he plunged up in me, pausing as we both moaned and caught our breaths, “was the other.”
Sax had apparently freed himself in my lust haze and started to pound into me at an unforgiving pace, but it was what I’d wanted. His cock filled me up, his girth what I’d needed as he pulled me down onto him. The only sounds were our moans and grunts, accompanied by the delicious sound of our skin slapping into one another. I was so close already, my pussy soaking him with each thrust, that when he bent to kiss me, nipping my lip a little, it was all it took to send me over.
Moaning into his mouth, he accepted my offering greedily, swallowing down the sound. When he stilled a few seconds later, holding me tightly to him. We stared into one another’s eyes as he pulsed in me. Our breaths were heavy, mixing with one another as we stayed entwined, sharing the moment. Intimacy had never felt so effortless.
Our timing couldn’t have been better as we heard the other door open in the first room a few seconds later and heard people enter. Shock covered my face, but Sax held a finger over my lips, and we stayed perfectly still, his cock staying hard in me as we listened. The door was open next to us. We hadn’t made it past the threshold before Sax had slammed me against the adjacent wall. As long as they didn’t walk into this room, we would stay hidden. I was thankful his finger was over my mouth in the next second when the voices started.
“You’re running out of time, Jacqueline! My patience is running thin.”
My eyes bugged out at the sound of my ex’s voice and my mother’s name. Sax, apparently more adept at subterfuge, raised his eyebrow at me but didn’t make any other sound. There was some whispered shouting that followed, and I could only catch partial sentences.
“… I told you I was taking care of…“
“You’re lying!”
“I want what I’m owed. Or… I don’t think…“
“We still have the… if all else fails.”
There was a sound of feet shuffling, and then we could hear them clearly.
“You promised!”
“Well, it seems I’m not the only one who lies, Jacqueline. We’re supposed to be in this together, but don’t think I won’t sell you out if it benefits me too, that is, if you don’t hold up your end of our agreement.”
“I’ll get it. But, don’t forget who you’re speaking with, Brian. I brought you in on this. I can take you out just as easily.”
“You know, I used to be scared of you, but you’ve lost your touch. You’re running out of time and credibility.”
Movement could be heard again, making their words fade as they moved. The last thing I could make out was “vum,” but I had no clue what it could mean.
We heard the door shut, and I went to ask a question, but Sax hushed me, making sure to wait until we were positive they were both gone. Anxiety coursed through me, wondering what they were up to. But hope surged forward, replacing it at the realization I’d been right. The confirmation of that outweighed everything else, taking back some of the strength they’d both stolen over the years.
When a few minutes had passed, Sax dropped his hand, and he gave me a knowing look before quietly releasing my legs from the death grip around him. He dropped them back to the floor and slowly pulled out of me in the same breath. While I smoothed my dress down, he’d managed to find some tissues, winking as he gave them to me. Cleaning up, I watched as he did the same before tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping up. I wasn’t even sure if he had boxers on since it was dark, but the idea of him being that readily available started to turn me on again.
My stare down with his dick must’ve been noticeable, and he chuckled as he pulled me out of the room. I knew we needed to go, the voices having confirmed our time was up, but a part of me was sad there wouldn’t be a round two. It only proved how different I was becoming and how much I enjoyed my new freedom.