Sweet Addiction (3 page)

“And now it’s time for
the bride and groom’s first dance.”

I turn my body towards
the dance floor that has suddenly opened up to allow Justin and Sara into the
center. Sara looks beautiful in her strapless gown with intricate beading and
Justin looks decent in his suit. Okay, maybe a little better than decent but
that doesn’t say much. I’ve always thought that all men look better in a suit,
no matter what they looked like before they stepped into it. A familiar song
softly plays overhead and I cringe.

“Jesus Christ. You have
got
to be kidding me.” I down my drink and place it on the dessert table
as Reese steps closer to me.

“Do you not like this
song?” he asks. Everyone is watching the couple adoringly and I’m staring at
Justin like I want to punch him in the throat.
What a tool.

“No, I love this song.
I loved it so much that I made it
our
song two years ago.” I laugh. “Of
course I shouldn’t be surprised that Justin failed to be original here. He was
never one for change or originality, especially when it came to our sex life.”
My eyes flick to Reese who is now sucking on a piece of ice. He bites it hard
and lets it slide down his throat as he leans down, his nose brushing against
my temple. I freeze.

“Really? Tell me.” I
swallow loudly and close my eyes, wanting to block out everything around me
that isn’t him in this moment. It’s only his breath on my face, his scent, and
the slightest contact of his skin against mine. “Did the two of you ever sneak
off at a wedding and fuck each other’s brains out?”

Holy hell.
Did he just say that?
My eyes shoot open and my mouth drops.
Can I
honestly respond to that? Would he like it if I told him exactly what I wanted
to say, that I only wanted
him
to fuck my brains out at this wedding or
any wedding for that matter?
I shift on my feet and search my head for the
appropriate wording when Joey appears at my side, out of breath.

“Cupcake, I need a
moment.” He grabs my hand, smiling flirtatiously at Reese and pulls me towards
our table, planting me firmly in a chair.

I glare at him. “This
better be an emergency for me to allow you to pull me away from
that
conversation. He just basically insinuated that he wanted to fuck me into
tomorrow and I’d very much like that.” My eyes flick back to Reese who is
talking to one of the bridesmaids now, her hands playfully pushing at his chest
as he speaks.
Oh please, you look so desperate.

Joey straightens his
tie and pulls his jacket off, slipping it on the back of his chair. “Good lord,
he’s direct. But back to the important matter at hand, Billy just gave me the
best blow job of my life.”

My eyes narrow at his
beaming face and he shrinks a bit in his chair. “Seriously, Joey?
That’s
what you had to pull me away from Reese for? You couldn’t have waited until
after
I had an orgasm to tell me this?” I lean forward and his eyes widen. “And
for shit’s sake, what guy hasn’t blown you that you aren’t quickly trying to
give the title of best mouth in Chicago to?”

“That’s not all I
needed to tell you.” His voice lowers as he moves in closer to me, his hand
brushing my hair back to reveal my ear. “On our way to our secluded hook up
spot, I saw the bride with her lips wrapped around the best man’s dick.”

“WHAT?” I clasp my hand
quickly over my mouth as I feel hundreds of eyes on me. “Are you fucking
serious?” I manage in a much more appropriate tone. He nods just as Juls storms
up to our table.

“You two bitches are so
fucking loud. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Joey and I
say in unison.

I wasn’t sure we should
make Juls aware of the situation just yet. I’d let her get paid first, and then
drop that juicy bomb in her lap. She’d want to rub it in Justin’s face that he
got what was coming to him and that might result in a canceled wedding
reception and a loss of her commission.

I brush my hair off my
shoulder and smile sweetly at her. “Are you done with your wedding planning
duties now?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.

“Yes, finally.” She
rolls her eyes. “That fucking wedding party was a disaster. I’m pretty sure
they were all in some giant orgy back there before they walked into the
reception.” I meet Joey’s eyes and we both try to keep a straight face. The
music picks up and Juls jumps on her heels, reaching out for our hands. “Ooohhh
I love this song! Come on. Let’s go show these rich snobs how we shake it in
downtown Chicago.”

“You know it girl,”
Joey says as I shuffle quickly behind them.

She makes a quick stop
at Ian’s table and my eyes lock on to Reese who gives me a playful smile behind
his drink. The other boys are talking amongst themselves. “Wanna dance, babe?”
Juls asks before Ian grabs her and pulls her into his lap, kissing her passionately
in front of everyone. I can’t help but blush and glance quickly at Reese who
notices and winks at me. My heart beats roughly in my chest at the gesture.
Relax,
it was just a wink.

“Jesus Christ. Get a
fucking room,” Joey spats, pulling me in the direction of the dance floor.

“Wait.” I pull my hand
out of his and quickly walk around the table. I stop in front of Reese and lean
down, pressing my lips to his ear as he lifts his face to mine. His fingers
curl around my arm and the contact makes me momentarily dizzy. “Keep your eyes
on me,” I say and he sucks in a breath. Our eyes are locked and our faces
inches apart.

“How could I not?” he
replies softly. I straighten and see the lingering intensity in his stare as
Joey reclaims my hand and pulls me out onto the floor which is now packed with
guests.

Beyoncé’s “Naughty
Girl” is bumping through the speakers, the bass vibrating through my body as I
begin to move. Joey and Juls dance next to me, the three of us trying to out
dance the other. My hands move up my body, brushing over my stomach, up my
chest and up and around my neck as I close my eyes and let the music take over.
I love to dance, especially with my best friends. My hands run through my wavy
hair and I feel the hem of my dress rise a bit, brushing the middle of my bare
thighs. “Go girl.” Joey squawks and my eyes flash open to see him spinning and
twirling around me, as only Joey can do. For a man so tall and muscular, he can
move his body as if he was professionally trained. I sway my hips and move in
the most overly flirtatious way possible, hoping and praying that Reese is
watching me but not having the balls to glance over and know for sure.  I
squeal with Juls as Rihanna’s “S&M” comes on overhead. A pair of strong
hands wrap around my tiny waist from behind me and I still, feeling hot breath
in my hair.

“Don’t stop, Dylan.”
Reese’s voice sends a chill up my spine and goose bumps along my exposed skin.
His hips move against my back as he pulls me against him, his hands slipping
around my stomach. Juls’ eyes widen and she goes to reach for me when Ian
appears by her side and grabs her hand, spinning her into him and dipping her
for a kiss. I close my eyes and feel his hands move up my rib cage, his thumbs
brushing along the bottom of my breasts as I rub my ass against his lap. I
haven’t danced like this with a guy in years, in fact, I don’t know if I’ve
ever enjoyed it this much before. My pulse is hammering in my throat and I can
feel my face heat up from the contact. We’re moving together in perfect rhythm
as I reach up and around his neck, feeling his breath on my bare shoulder. His
hands spin me and my chest presses against his.

“This dress is killing
me,” he says, brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. We continue
to move against each other, his impressive erection digging into my stomach and
my hands gripping tightly around his neck while he holds on to my hips. Our
lips are so close; open as our ragged breathing brushes each other’s face,
sharing the same air. If either of us were to move in slightly, we would be
kissing.

“Were you watching me?”

“Depends. Were you
dancing just for me?” I lick my lips and nod, his eyes widening before he drops
his hands from my waist and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the dance
floor.
Holy shit. This is it. I’m actually going to have slutty wedding sex
with the hottest guy on the planet.
I inwardly high-five myself as we move
quickly between the guests.

I follow closely behind
him, my heels preventing the faster walking that I would have preferred as we
move down the staircase and down the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. My
chest is rising and falling rapidly and my nervous energy has kicked in,
causing me to practically bounce on my feet. He pushes the men’s room door open
and drops my hand.

“Wait here.”
Disappearing behind the door, I stand outside the men’s room and pray to God
that no one was in there. I’m so wound up right now, I can’t imagine what would
happen if we didn’t follow through with this. I’ve never felt this turned on in
my life.

I lick my dry lips as
he opens the door and smiles. “You don’t mind a bit of an audience do you?”

My eyes widen and I
swallow loudly, seeing a small smirk form on his lips. “I hope you’re
joking.” 
I’m not having sex in front of people. No fucking way.

“I am. Come on.” He
grabs my hand but I stay firmly planted in the doorway.

“You don’t have a
girlfriend, do you? Because if we’re about to do what I think we’re about to
do, it’s not happening if you have one.”

He raises his eyebrows
at me, seemingly unprepared for that justified question. “No, no girlfriend. I
haven’t had one of those since college.” He tugs me against his chest. “Any
more questions before I ravage you?”

I shake my head slowly
with a flirtatious smile.

“Good.” He pulls me
into the bathroom and locks the door behind us before he pushes me up against
it. His hands grab my face as his lips softly brush against mine, tasting and
teasing me. My bottom lip is pulled into his mouth and I moan, granting him
full access as I part my lips and his tongue sweeps inside.

“Fuck, Dylan.” He moves
his tongue against mine, biting and licking my lips.
Holy hell this guy can
kiss.
His mouth expertly explores mine for what seems like hours and I
slowly feel a pull building in my core. This kiss actually makes me feel bad
for all of the other kisses I may get from guys in the future. The bar is being
set ridiculously high here, certainly unattainable by the majority of the male
race.  My hands rake through his hair, holding his head to mine as my body
responds to his touch with moans and whimpers. There’s no controlling myself
here, I’m completely abandoning all my reservations and giving into everything
I’m feeling. I’m suddenly picked up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries
me over to the vanity, our mouths still working each other’s. He tastes like
spearmint and liquor as I lick him off my lips while his mouth moves down my
neck.

“You taste so sweet. I
bet every part of you tastes like this.” I groan at his words as his lips brush
against the swells of my breasts that are poking out from my dress, my hands
tangling in his mess of hair. His lips move along each collarbone and over each
shoulder, tasting and nibbling every inch of exposed skin. 

“Reese.”

His hands hike up my
dress and trail up the insides of my thighs. His fingers slide along the length
of my panties and his eyes meet mine. They’re the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen,
no other color mixed in.  It’s almost hypnotizing staring into them. Deep
pools of emerald. My panties are quickly slid down my legs, my eyes widening as
he tucks them into his pants pocket.
Shit, that’s hot.
My fingers work
frantically at his suit jacket, prompting him to slip it off and place it next
to us. I’m practically clawing at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons
with my shaky hands. I need to see him bare in front of me. I want to see his
muscles contract as he moves inside of me and by the way his shirt stretches
across his chest, I know without a doubt that he’ll be unbelievable to look at.

“This has to be quick,
love. I don’t think we have time to get completely naked before someone tries
to come in here.” He presses his forehead against mine and I growl as he brings
his mouth back to mine. Two fingers slip inside of me and I cry out.

“Oh God.”

“You’re so wet and
really fucking tight.” His lips move along my jaw. I’m panting against him,
arching into his touch. “Does that feel good, love?”

“Yes. Please, I need
you,” I beg as his free hand pulls a condom out of his back pocket.

He hands it to me.
“Hurry.”

I hold the wrapper with
my teeth and my frantic fingers work his button and zipper, my legs helping to
slide his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. My eyes widen at his length
and I groan loudly as he works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit.
“Am I distracting you?” His lips move against my neck and I can only nod and
moan my response. I swallow against his mouth and feel them curl up on my skin.
I’m getting close already but I want him in me, I need him in me. Going without
sex for a year has been worth it if it leads to it happening with Reese.

Regaining my focus, I
rip the wrapper with my teeth and slide the condom down his length while he
stills in my hand, his heavy breathing mixed with mine filling the room. I
stare fascinated by how much it has to stretch to form around him and trail my
fingers underneath, hearing him inhale sharply. He’s long and heavy, my
fingertips barely touching as I grip him. The man is gifted. Crazy gifted.
Will
he even fit in me?
My mind scrambles at the thought.
Well wouldn’t that
be a nice fuck you from karma. Here, Dylan, feast your eyes on this magnificent
penis that you can’t even handle.