Someone turns the music down, and Briggs hits his glass with a cocktail straw to draw silence into the room. “Gentlemen, the sun has set, and we’re heading into the night. Bring your A-game to the poker tournament that we have planned and enjoy the drinks. We’re all here because of this man right here.” Briggs points his glass in my direction. “Back in May, a bunch of us came out here for my birthday. What we didn’t expect was that our boy Con would decide to ditch the party, carrying his future bride out over his shoulder.”
A bunch of guys begin to cheer while I stand in the middle of the room, patiently accepting the roast that my friend is about to give me.
“For those of us lucky enough to witness the many quarrels between the love birds, then you will know that the bride and groom haveverydirtymouths.” Some guys begin to whistle, but my eyes bug out and signal to Briggs to mind the dads. “We can only imagine what that wedding night was like.” More woots, but my jaw tightens, and Briggs notices before he glances to my dad and Spencer, but his smug grin doesn’t fade since they’re just eating up this speech. “Apologies, Ford and Spencer. Kids these days, am I right? Getting to the good stuff before committing to their vows.”
My head falls as I give up, but I appreciate that everything is in good jest.
“But seriously, Connor, man.” Briggs’s tone turns serious. “I wasn’t going to let you be shackled down without a good sendoff, so here we are. I’ve reluctantly called off the strippers, except for two, but they’re heading straight to my room, since we’re going to keep this classy. Let’s open some champagne and have a good night. Cheers.”
Everyone clinks their glasses before the music gets turned up again. Over the next few hours, we play poker, smoke cigars, and feel light thanks to the whiskey.
I appreciate everyone turning out and the effort put in to tonight, but somewhere between two and three in the morning, I decide that the DJ can play on without me, and I head back to my room.
I don’t take much notice when I open the door, as I am busy unbuttoning my shirt, but I’m startled when a light flicks on, and I see Hadley sitting in the chair in the corner.
“You may want to lock the door.” Her tone is pure sultry, and my eyes fill with desire as I give her the once-over.
It can’t be the alcohol that has me imagining that she’s in shorts that barely pass as clothes, a bra top, and her ballet pointe shoes that she dyed black. The ribbons lead a path up her calf.
I’m fully invested in this moment. “What are you doing here?” She should be back in Illinois.
Hadley propels from the chair and strides my way with a sway to her hips, drawing me in and building the need I have for her inside of me.
She reaches out to claw my shirt. “Decided I wanted to surprise you, so I flew out. Now sit down.” Her stern demand swelters desire between us, and this dominant side is new to me, but I’m all for witnessing it.
A smirk toys on my lips, and I exaggerate the way that I sit down, informing her that I’m listening.
She walks back to me and leans down to chase my lips with hers, ensuring they never touch, but I feel her breath cascading down my chin and neck. “If we’re going to have a real wedding, then you should have a real bachelor party… lap dance included.”
My eyes widen, as I’m impressed that this is the angle she’s going for. “I agreed to no strippers, so my wife decided she would fill the role?” I cock my head to the side.
“Something like that… but I’ve also never danced for you.”
I grab her wrists, and I’m eager to take charge, even though this is her show. “You have, you just didn’t realize.”
The corner of her mouth pulls. “Well, this time it’s with intention.”
She drops low into a squat, balancing on her toes, before slowly slithering her way up my body, ensuring her breasts rub against my body, creating friction to my cock in passing. Next thing I know she’s straddling me, with her upper body falling back in a curve because she’s flexible and wants to offer me her body.
My eyes survey her like a canvas, eager to press my lips on the cleavage of her breast, but just as I lean in to scrape her skin with my lips, she sits up and brings her hands to her long hair. I get completely lost in her flawless transitions, especially when she rests her hands on my shoulders and reaches one leg behind her to the sky while she leans into me on one foot. She stays in this position while her mouth travels lower down my chest, pausing when her warm mouth covers my hard cock through my jeans.
I would love to be inside of her right now, that’s the only clear thought that I have in this moment.
She peers up at me with mischief and flops around with her back now to me as she grinds against my body, grabbing my hand to part her thighs open. If we weren’t alone, then the entire room would see her covered pussy on offer.
Taking the liberty, I unhook the bra top, and she leans forward to cover her breasts when the fabric falls. But she doesn’t just gently push her body forward, she brings her ass to the air as her palms land on the floor.
I shudder from the image and the growing ache my dick is experiencing. Hadley is erotic in this moment and magnificent, but most of all, she’s my wife.
I spank her because her behind is screaming to be touched, and she responds by swinging her hair over as her body draws back up. Hadley does a little turn on her toes to face me, and my eyes wander straight to her breasts with pebbled rocks peeking out at me. I fucking love her eyes that are filled with a sexiness that’s new.
My hand finds her hip, and she drags my palm up to one of her beautiful globes while her hips move in a wave. I’m going to enjoy my prize, which is why I squeeze her breast, and her head falls back with a seductive smile.
I’m entranced by every inch of her in this very second, and when she tips her body forward and drops down to another squat with her knees out, I’m tempted to pull her onto my lap.
Her tongue darting out to lick her lips has me intrigued, especially when she begins to unzip my jeans and force the fabric down.
I bring my hands behind my head as I watch her fingers wrap around my length to give me a stroke and then her breath is on the tip of my cock. My eyes hood closed as I take in the feeling of her lips wrapping around my tip.
