Page 40 of Wedding Wrecker

I don’t know if I should be offended, but if the word had negative connotations for him, he wouldn’t have said it to my face. I hope.

I swallow when my throat tightens, because being close to him makes me both excited and unsettled. The two times I had sex with him made all my other sexual experiences pale so much I can barely remember their details. But his touch? I can recall it with such clarity it’s forcing me to change position, to take pressure off my groin. My body gets excited at the very idea of his proximity.

“But… is it that you date them less seriously than women? Do you want to get married in the future? Sorry if that’s offensive, or something, but I never met anyone who was bi.”

“After that fuck-up of a wedding you had, do you think marriage is worth trying? Half the people there were divorced.” He shrugs, but his yawn is suggesting he might be heading to bed soon.

I feel like I should be cynical like him, or else he might laugh, but I’m not, so I bite the inside of my cheek and speak. “You inspired me to be honest with myself, but at the end of the day, that’s still something I want. I’m a romantic. Maybe it is stupid of me to hope for this one big love when fifty percent of marriages fall apart, but there are people who make it. Maybe if I am kind and dedicated and choose better this time, I can have the loving family I want. And you said it yourself that I could still have kids, even if I’m with another man.”

“You can, and it’s… sweet that what happened didn’t break you. If it counts for anything, I do think you made the right choice not going through with marrying someone you don’t love. Just watch out, because lots of guys, including me, are shitheads who will take from you given half the chance.” He shakes his head as he makes an attempt to get up, but I place my hand on his thigh, not wanting him to go.

My body feels stiff, and I hear ringing in my ears, as if I’ve just been hit in the back of the head, but when my eyes meet his, I know that no matter how much I loved having him take charge, I’m the one who followed him, and it’s me who should take risks. I’ve taken initiative before, though the potential consequences of failure are much more dreadful than they seemed with any of the girls I’ve dated. “You haven’t done anything I didn’t want. It’s like you flipped a switch in my head, and now I understand what I really want.”

He sucks in air, staring back at me as I move my hand up his thigh, and when he doesn’t protest—to his crotch.

I don’t think he’s wearing underwear, and he might have wanted to leave for the same reason I had to shift on the sofa.

He swallows, watching me with intensity in his gray eyes. And unlike the other times we were close, there’s no one outside the door about to barge in, nowhere I have to be. The silent house is ours to enjoy.

“You don’t want this, Kyle. I am not a good choice for you.”

What does he know? I make my own choices, as I’ve already proven by turning my life upside down and coming here.

I shake my head and lean in, squeezing him through the sweats. I can barely breathe when fire rushes through me, as if my insides were combustible. “But this feels good. And I haven’t even seen your cock. Not from up close.”

Logan’s breath becomes shallow, and his gaze alone could set me on fire. I don’t regret the hundreds of miles I’ve driven to reach this man, even if this night were to be all I get from him.

“How close?” he rasps, and I get the feeling he’s fighting to make a decision. I need to help him with it.

I want to kiss him but end up pressing my lips to his growing cock.

He smells so good. I do mostly sense fabric softener, and the spicy gel he washed himself with, but underneath both those layers is a musky aroma I need to lick off him.

“This close,” I whisper, shivering when his warm hand rests on my nape. I want it to remain there, or wander to the back of my head and guide me as I taste him. It’s the first time I’ll be doing this, and I already feel there’s nothing more natural. Only now I have the comparison to being with girls, and I can see there was always some awkwardness or reluctance on my part, which I couldn’t pinpoint back then.

Not with Logan. I can’t wait to suck that thick tool of his and look up to see his face relax as he comes.

He swallows, playing with the hair at the base of my head, but while he doesn’t say anything, he pushes down his sweatpants just enough to present his rapidly growing cock.

I’m salivating like a man who enters his favorite barbeque restaurant after fasting for two days. He’s beautiful, and I stroke the hardening shaft with the back of my finger as I marvel at the dark curls growing around it. I help him pull the pants much lower, which frees my lover to spread his thighs and show me his balls too. I’m feeling weirdly emotional as I hold them in my hand, breathing fast, but this somehow feels like a big step in the right direction, and this time I’m the one at the reins.

His scent is stronger here and when I inhale it, the excitement rushes straight through my body. I want to both suck him already and take my time. And as if his gorgeous dick getting erect right in front of my face wasn’t enough, he pulls his tight T-shirt up to reveal his pecs for my viewing pleasure.

What a fucking beast of a man.

I roll his balls in my hand as I turn my face to kiss his beautiful abs, and once I feel him stir in response, there’s no stopping me. I want to give him everything he needs. I want to make him come and become the best at fulfilling his innermost desires, until he can’t bring himself to resist me.

Gasping, I lick my way past his navel and bury my face in his pubes, but I can’t make myself wait any longer and kiss his dick. It feels like no other part of the body, so rigid under the thin layer of soft skin, and when he inhales, I move my tongue up, all the way to the cockhead.

He tastes so good—fresh, yet his pre-cum is salty enough to make me salivate more.

Wrapping my lips over the head of his dick feels almost like relief, and when I moan in pleasure, his fingers tense up at my nape. I can hear his breath quicken, and when I glance at him, his stomach is like a wave, going up and down time and time again. It’s as if I’ve discovered I have a new superpower.

So I hum, rubbing his warm thighs as I try to take him in. My head is filled with fantasies of him stretched next to me, with that hard dick pointing in my direction, of his scent and wide, handsome smiles. But this man, who’s so absolutely gorgeous, and who’s saved me from a terrible fate, deserves my undivided attention, so I shake off all the distractions and relax, feeling the shaft all the way up to my throat. I pull back when the cockhead hits my limit, and it pulses against my tongue as I tease it with playful licks.

I don’t know what’s better, the cock itself, so thick and veiny, or Logan’s little gasps and groans. When he starts rocking his hips as if he wants to fuck my mouth, I remember how he took charge, how he picked me up with ease, how he pushed into me like it was his birth right. Maybe it is.

I want it to be.