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Lydia
We kiss for the rest of the song.
And I’m sure we’re getting looks. I’m sure that my mom is joyful beyond belief at my public display of affection with Hunter. But right now, I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except for kissing Hunter.
Have we really liked each other this whole time? Has this always been there? I can hardly think straight enough to come up with answers to all the questions swirling around in my head.
When the slow song ends, everyone around us immediately begins dancing more energetically again to the beat, but Hunter and I just stand there, our arms still around each other, looking each other in the eye.
And we don’t have to say anything.
The look we share is undeniable.
We both want the same thing.
Hunter takes me by the hand and we weave our way out of the crowd. We make our way around the tables, then slip out of the room. A few hotel employees eye us suspiciously as we walk past them, but nobody says anything to us.
We go back into the room where the wedding ceremony was held. I see Hunter eye the front of the room, but then he laughs and shakes his head. I know what he’s thinking: we need somewhere more private. With my hand still in his, he leads me through a door.
Perfect. The groom’s suite.
Hunter locks the door and immediately pins me up against the wall. I’m aching for him so much. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. And now, in private, our kisses are far less restrained. His tongue enters my mouth and I melt against him.
I drop my hand to his fly. His hard-on strains against his slacks, pushing urgently against my hand.
Oh, God. I need him in me.
Now.
I slide my lips away from his to mutter, “I’m on the pill.”
Hunter lets out a guttural sound and reaches his hands up my dress. He slides off my panties and I unzip his fly. As he resumes kissing me, I reach in to pull out his cock, and I feel a little light-headed at how big he is. At how heavy his cock feels in my hand.
Hunter grabs me and lifts me up—oh, God, is he strong—and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slides his hands under my ass and gives my cheeks a squeeze.
“You’re so beautiful, Lydia,” he whispers between kisses.
My breath hitches as Hunter pushes his cock into me. Oh, fuck, does he feel good. He fills me up more than I’ve ever been filled up before. As he draws out and thrusts into me again, I bury my face into his shoulder and moan. The scent of his aftershave fills my nose, and I already feel delirious with pleasure. Each thrust is better than the last. Each thrust makes me wetter and wetter.
“Hunter,” I moan. “Oh my God. Hunter.”
He squeezes my ass again and pumps into me faster.
I can feel an orgasm already starting to build. My heart races like mad as he pushes me closer and closer to that hot, irresistible edge. We’re both breathing hard and fast as he slams into me, his fingers digging deeper into my asscheeks.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“Oh, God,” he groans.
“Hunter,” I cry out. And then an orgasm crashes over me. The pleasure is unbelievable. Gasping for air, I hold him tight as he keeps driving urgently into me. Soon, with a final shudder, he sinks into me and curses as he comes, his hot breath warming my ear.
We stay pinned together on the wall for several minutes, our breathing ever-so-slowly going back to normal. I love listening to the sound of his heartbeat. I love the feeling of his still-hard cock inside of me—the feeling of us being one.
Eventually, he pulls out of me. We both straighten ourselves up. I don’t know what to say to him. What can you even say after you’ve just had hot sex with your best friend?
Finally, our eyes meet, and we both break into grins.
“That was…” I start, but trail off.
