He hissed as I fucked him right against the door. The pent-up sexual energy from the blowjob earlier, the words he’d just said to me in his mock vows, and knowing that he’d been wearing a plug to get ready for me were enough to make my dick hard enough to pound nails.
The heat and tightness of his channel, his moans, and the smell of his cologne did the job of getting me ready to blow.
“I’m so close, baby.”
“Do it, Lior. Fill me with your cum. I want to wear you for the rest of the night.”
I pumped into him three more times, and then I was coming like I hadn’t orgasmed in a week. I replaced my cock with the butt plug sooner than I wanted to leave his body.
“That was the dirtiest, best fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.” He turned around and kissed me, consuming my mouth, tasting me, and sucking hard enough that my lips would be bloodshot for sure.
We laughed as we pulled ourselves together. Our eyes met in a complicit gaze.
I couldn’t help stealing one last kiss before I opened the restroom door slowly. The coast was clear, so we walked out.
We were barely clear from being caught when Victoria turned into the hallway. Her face was red, but it was hard to tell if she was upset, blushing, or angry.
“Hi, Victoria. Are you okay?” Noah asked.
She looked around. There was no one else in the hallway leading to the restrooms. “I’m glad I’ve caught you both.”
“Actually,” Noah said, “I was hoping to catch you anyway to apologize.”
“Save it.”
I didn’t like her tone, especially the way she clearly wasn’t interested in hearing Noah.
“How can we help? If you’re worried about things getting out of hand out there, we can make sure everyone gets back to the vineyard in one piece,” I said, hoping my helpfulness went somewhat toward reducing her permanent frown.
“Thank you. I am more than capable of controlling my future husband.”
Noah tensed next to me so I placed my hand on the small of his back to settle him.
“Then what can we do for you?” Noah asked.
“You can start by toning this”—she waved in our general direction—“down. I know you’re faking it, although, for the life of me, I don’t understand why. Maybe you’re going through a rebellious phase or something. I don’t know and don’t care. You ruined the weekend I’ve worked so hard to organize. If you ruin my wedding, I swear to everything holy. I will end you.”
She plastered the fakest smile I’d ever seen on her face and turned around.
Noah shook beside me.
“Hey. You okay?” I cradled his face, caressing his cheek.
His expression went from red-hot murderous to amused.
“It’s funny she’s calling us out as fake when I have a bucketful of your cum in my ass.”
I groaned. “Noah.”
“What? Am I lying?”
I sighed.
“How about we go back to the vineyard?” I suggested.
“Let’s go. I have a boner to pick with you.”
Noah
