Wedding Guest

I fought with my shoe straps as I jumped into the elevator, mumbling curses at myself for having taken the call from my ex after we finished getting our hair and makeup done. Now I was late for pictures and doing everything I could to keep tears from streaming through the freshly applied airbrush makeup. The elevator jerked as it began its descent and I finally got my shoe on correctly and stood to unrumple my dress and check my reflection as best as I could in the metal panels. Smirking at me from the other corner of the elevator was a tall, fit man with dark eyes that felt like they saw to my soul. His suit fit was impeccable, just the right amount of stubble left on his jaw to give him a roguish look despite the clear comfort he held in the crisp attire. I smiled and dipped my eyes.

“Sorry, I thought I was alone, I wouldn’t have taken up so much space…” I trailed off, caught in his glance again.

“I’d be happy to share an elevator with you anytime,” he replied, dragging his gaze across my whole body before coming back up to my eyes. A shiver ran through me, he was breathtaking.

The elevator opened and I all but fell out. “Um, thank you?” I stammered as I fled down the corridor to the lobby. The rest of the wedding party was waiting for me in limo, I shuffled in and looked back to see if I could catch another glimpse of Mr. Tall Dark and Sexy, but he wasn’t there.

…

About an hour into the reception, I was fetching my 3rd (?) margarita, at least they were small… I could probably have a few more and still make it back to my room. I reached forward for a napkin, looking toward my friends on the dance floor, when I brushed against someone else. I whipped around “oh I’m so!” It was him “sorry,” I finished quietly.

“We meet again Princess, and here I thought I’d have to look for your glass slipper on the dance floor.” He smiled at me, voice low and smooth, sensual.

“Oh?” I smiled back coyly, “not up for putting in work then?” I took my drink from the bartender and began to turn away. He grabbed my wrist, turning me back toward him.

He chuckled, it was throaty and genuine. “I never said that.” He pulled me a little closer, “you just seem to have a habit of running away.”

I flushed, and looked down at the diminished space between us, then back up into his dark and serious eyes. My gaze drifted over his cut jaw, the perfect bow of his lips. Damn this man was sexy. I swallowed, gaining my courage to reply. “So you want to catch me? And what will you do with me once you have me?”

He bent down, lips brushing my ear, “I’ll make you forget all those tears that you’ve been hiding all day. I’ll make you forget his name, yours too if that’s what you need.”

My knees buckled, and he wrapped his other arm around my waist supporting me instinctively. “I don’t know what you mean.” I bit out.

“Very well,” he stated, releasing me.

The lack of his touch felt like ice on my skin. I wanted it back, but I stood tall and downed my drink. “I am, however, in need of another drink.”

His eyebrows raised approvingly and he motioned to the bartender to get us two more. I took mine and walked off toward the dance floor. When I looked over my shoulder, he was blatantly staring at my ass and finishing his drink. I smiled and turned back around. I was nearly to my friends, grouped near the edge, avoiding the slow song/ watching the newlyweds. I was just about to tell them about my “knight in shining armor” or was it Armani? Then a familiar smell surrounded me, and an arm captured my waist. He turned me toward him slowly. My friends gasped and giggled. I gave them a “why not” shrug and stretched to hand over my drink. Hands free, I lifted my hands around his neck and settled in to sway against him to the song.

We danced in silence for the first song, slowly, gently exploring one another’s bodies through our formal attire. He traced circles on my back, just above my ass. I leaned forward, pressing myself against him, stepping onto my toes to close the gap between us.

“Do you make a habit of playing the dark and mysterious savior?” I said, my lips millimeters from his.

“Not usually,” he grinned “but I can tell you’re worth the effort.” Then he pushed me away to twirl in his arm before catching me back up. I laughed, my head falling back, eyes going wide. When I looked back up at him, his grin made me melt.

“What do you say we get to know each other somewhere a little more private?” I whispered. He groaned in response and took my wrist, leading me out of the ball room and toward the elevators. We stood there bodies humming, his hand moving ever so closer to my ass. The bride’s aunt and uncle came to wait next to us, increasing the tension. I spoke with them about how nice the wedding was, how beautiful the bride, delicious the food. I claimed my feet were sore and I was headed to change (as if as an adult woman I needed to explain why I was leaving the reception with a man instead of three of my friends).

The elevator opened and we clambered in, I pressed the button for the 11th floor and was grateful when the bride’s aunt asked for the 4th. Silence hung in the space as we rose the four floors with the speed of a snail. The older couple stepped out and I waved them good night. My sexy savior, leaned across me to push the doors closed. Once they slid shut, he pinned me against the wall, ran a hand up into my perfectly done up hair, and kissed me with enough passion for me to see stars.

I moaned into the kiss, grabbing his tie to pull him even closer. I hiked a leg around him, and he began fumbling with the layers of my dress. I threw my head back and he began devouring my neck, his fingers gripping into my thigh. The heat between us was already getting muggy.

The elevator opened. I panted as he slowly let me down against the wall. He kissed me gently, then gestured for me to lead the way.

I giggled down the hall, checking over my shoulder every few seconds to ensure he was still following me. He smiled and removed his coat as he walked, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his cuffs. I paused when I reached my room.

“Who are you?”

I smirk, knowing it really didn’t matter. I wasn’t letting him out of my sight until I came on his face, his cock, his hand. I want all of him and I want him to have all of me.

“Tonight let’s say I’m Ares and you, Love, are my Aphrodite.” He says, leaning over me, kissing my temple. I shudder. Fuck me this man…

I slide my card into the door and his pushes it open, still leaning over me. He lifts me by my ass and carries me to the bed. Caressing a leg, he shoves my dress up to my waist, eyes widening when he finds me bare. “Fuck” he grunts out before pressing a kiss to my ankle and unbuckling my shoe. He repeats the action for the other foot then slowly, ever so slowly, slides his hands down my legs, spreading me wide. I groan and sink my hips closer to him.

“Impatient Love?” His smile is sin as he kisses my inner thigh. I moan and my head falls back onto the bed. “Do you like that, hmm?” He asks, kissing the other side.

“Yes” I pant, rolling my hips toward him. “Please!” I beg. He chuckles over my clit, the vibrations making my core ache. His tongue laps at me, slowly, thick and hot. He twirls it around me, the sucks my bud into his mouth, nipping it lightly. “Ohhhh Gods!” I scream and buck into his face.

“Just one god tonight Love.” He says smoothly, pressing a hand onto my hip to hold me down. Then he dips his tongue into me and languidly licks back up to my screaming clit. My walls ache to be filled and as if on instinct he inserts two fingers into me. They are long and reach deep inside me, he strokes me while resuming feasting on my clit. I roll in time with his fingers thrusts. He continues to hold me down, not allowing me to ride it out in full.

“Oh, yes!” I grip the comforter as my body stiffens. “Ahhhh! More! Yes!” I’m so close, my nerves tingling. My walls clench tighter around his fingers and he adds a third before savagely sucking my clit into his mouth. The heat and pain undoing me. My ass tightens as I cum around his hand. He groans against my clit and I squirt out more. I rest a hand in his dark hair, gripping lightly as my body finally falls limp. He removes his fingers and I feel my cum leak down my ass. He kisses my thigh, then my ass, licking up my mess as if he’s afraid to leave any behind.

I shudder in pleasure, a whimper escaping me. He rises to look at me. Our eyes lock and the lust I see makes my core clench, ready already to be ravaged some more. I reach for his tie, dragging him toward me for a kiss. His face is covered in me, it’s exhilarating. I draw him in deeper, plunging my tongue into his mouth to massage against his. I begin unbuttoning his shirt, freeing hard muscle below. He shivers at my touch and I smile against his mouth. Brushing his shirt off his shoulders, I trail kisses along his jaw, down his neck and begin to suck at its base.

He pulls back groaning. Standing next to the bed he releases himself from his pants, then his black briefs that were hardly containing him. He smirks at me as I gaze in awe at the thick and perfect length of him. As if it’s listening to my desire to touch it, his member twitches toward me. I’m speechless, it is a glorious thing and I want it inside me immediately. I crawl toward him, to lick the pre-cum from his tip, feel his silken shaft in my palm.

He removes his tie and beckons me forward. I crawl across the bed and when I reach him, he slowly traces my arms from shoulders to wrists. The silk of his tie drops across my wrists and he cinches it just tight enough to keep me from using my hands. I begin to protest but he steals my complaint with a deep kiss that takes my breath away. He partly unzips my dress with one hand while holding the ties at my wrists with the other. He slips it over my head and the chill of the room tightens my nipples.

“A-Ares” I stumble over the name I know isn’t his. My voice is thick with want. “I want, I need you. I need you inside me.” I’m panting and he’s not even touching me.

“I know Love,” he croons, caressing a breast. “Turn around now yea? Be a good girl.” I drop onto the bed in an attempt to put some friction near my aching pussy. He guides me around and loops the tie onto the corner of the headboard. He takes his time trailing his hands from my wrists, down my arms, over my breasts where he stops to kneed and play with my nipples.

“Oh!” I groan, and shove my ass toward him. I feel the firm length of him against me and roll myself across it. His soft skin making me drip, yearning to be filled.

He wraps an arm around my waist and positions himself at my entrance. His soft shaft slides up and down the length of my folds. On instinct I try to reach for it, to provide myself what he’s denying. He leans in and tsk’s in my ear. “So impatient.” He repeats, his hand on my waist sinking lower to play with my clit.

“Yes, yes, please” I whimper as I rock along with his fingers. He pumps into me once, twice then withdraws his fingers and inserts his thick cock. I cry out in ecstasy as he pulls back then drives in deeper. Each thrust adding a bit more length. He stretches me so fully that I can’t focus on anything but each inch. He braces himself, digging tightly into my ass as he shoves his full length inside me and we groan in pleasure together. I shove myself back, loving the feel of him filling me in every way. He kisses my neck, draws all the way out then slams back into me. My bound hands can barely brace the raw impact.

Savagely, like the god he wishes to be called, he fucks me, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me until I’m screaming his name. My legs ache from the orgasms ripping through me. Our skin grows clammy, his thrusts slow, each holding a little longer inside me. I want to feel him come apart inside me. I need to feel his hot desire flood me.

“Wait,” I pant. “Let me upright, I need you closer.” Still inside me, he tugs my bound hands off the headboard. I reach them back to wrap around his neck. His body hot and firm against mine. I sink further onto his shaft and begin riding him. He lets me for a while, then wraps an arm around me and adds his own power into each gyration of my hips. I feel him tighten, his body growing rigid against my soft one. He bites my shoulder, groaning into my skin as his release comes. Its warmth shoots through me, filling me to the brim. I sink onto him, panting against his own deep breaths.

We fall onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty bodies. I turn toward him and pull him into a deep kiss. I wrap my legs around him and grind against his nearly re-stiffened cock. My gods could I fall apart like that another time? My body shivers at the thought.

Gently he rolls me onto my back and props himself on an elbow beside me, our legs still intertwined. He brushes my hair back and gently kisses me.

“My goddess,” he whispers, nibbling on my ear.