Wicked Wednesday 307 – Million Dollars – (A Million Dollar Question)

Gordon was incredibly nervous on the flight back home and while it gave Adrienne a slight pause, she assumed it was because they had agreed to have a chat with her parents when they got home. Hell, she was nervous about having that chat. She was also ready to leave again if the need arose. Adrienne had already made up her mind that nothing was going to get in the way of her and Gordon’s happiness. Not even a kingdom.

As the plane began its descent the pair shared several kisses that quickly went from tender to nearly scandalous before settling in just to hold one to each other for as long as time would allow. They waiting patiently as the stairs were rolled into place and attached and Gordon escorted the Princess from the plane as was custom. Adrienne was incredibly surprised to see a small crowd of people, including her parents, waiting for them and wondered if something big had happened in her absence. She wondered what was so big though that it could draw such a large amount of people to the airfield.

Once the pair had cleared the plane and their luggage was being unloaded Gordon froze, which in turn made Adrienne go stock still as well. She remembered the last time something like this had happened and was in no mood to have her day spoiled by something as terrifying as that first run to the air plane. After a moment he relaxed a bit but before they could take another step, he had done a rapid about face, standing directly in front of Princess Adrienne.

“Gordon, what is going on?” Her voice didn’t carry, nor did her face betray her confusion, but he felt it nonetheless and smiled at her. Tucking back a stray tendril of hair that had escaped her chignon he kissed her cheek, knelt down, and removed a small box from his pocket. His voice carried clearly, helped by the sudden silence of the crowd who hadn’t really know why they’d been asked to gather as they were. Gordon took one of Adrienne’s hands in his as she stared down at him, still baffled at his actions. “Your Royal Highness, Princess Adrienne, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He flipped open the small velvet box with practiced ease to reveal a beautiful black opal and amethyst band that would suit the princess perfectly.

She gasped audibly at his words and thought that her father might kill them both for something like this, but she dared not risk a glance in that direction. Instead she focused on Gordon alone and let a smile spread across her face. It was her turn for her voice to carry and everyone clearly heard her say, “Yes Gordon Abbot, I will be your wife.” He slid the ring onto her finger and pulled her into his arms as he stood, then picked her up and spun her around in a most unroyal fashion. Adrienne, too busy laughing with joy, hadn’t noticed the cheers and applause from the gathered party until just now as her parents moved forward to congratulate them both. The king gave a broad grin as he shook Gordon’s hand, “You pulled that off admirably well my boy. I think you even surprised my girl here.” “Wait, what? You knew about this Dad? Mom?” The pair both nodded at the same time as Gordon smiled at her. She looked at him incredulously for an instant then shrugged her shoulders, decided propriety be damned, and gave him a fierce loving kiss for all the world to see.

There was much celebrating to be done, a dinner where Gordon explained the entire tale to Adrienne, regarding having approached her father and telling him (almost) everything before receiving the older man’s blessing, after a thorough questioning of course, and many plans to be made. Adrienne left that bit largely to her mother who loved planning events as much as she herself hated them. And several months hence, a royal wedding occurred.

The moment the wedding and reception were done, the instant they could slip away, they did. And they hid in the garden sharing kisses like a pair of teenagers. Adrienne gave a naughty giggle and shifting her heavy skirt she sat down on a bench in front of Gordon. Before he could get a word out she was undoing his fly to wrap first her fingers then her mouth around his rapidly hardening cock. She bobbed up and down on it getting it good and wet and then pulled away licking him like a lollipop. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and he moaned softly. “Shhh. Someone will hear you.” She gave a devilish smile and resumed her task, sucking him deep and hard into her mouth. This time he bit his tongue rather than make a sound because he knew she was right. Just because they were well hidden didn’t mean they couldn’t be overheard. And the thought of that made him even harder. Adrienne suppressed a giggle and hummed very softly letting him feel those vibrations while she worked his cock with her mouth. She loved pulling away from him with a soft but audible “Pop!” as she released and then diving back down to take as much of him into her mouth and throat as she could. Suddenly they both heard footsteps nearby and Adrienne jumped while Gordon was more turned on by the noise and instantly shot into her mouth. Adrienne just managed to swallow and Gordon adjust his clothing before the king and queen rounded the corner.

“There you two are! The plane is at the airfield ready for your preferred honeymoon destination. You two should sneak out of here while you can.” The pair smiled at the queen and Gordon dropped a kiss on Adrienne’s head. “Sounds like a good idea to me. “Princess?” Adrienne stood and took Gordon’s arm. “So, where shall we go that requires you to keep guarding my body?” And she gave him a saucy wink as they waved goodbye to her parents.

This is the finale to a several part series. You can find the other stories (in order) here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Hopefully, you’ve enjoyed reading about Gordon and Adrienne as much as I have writing about them.

 

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Wicked Wednesday – 306 – Travel (A Princess’ Guide to Relaxing)

The next morning, Adrienne’s father was practically beating down her door because of a diplomatic incident that needed resolved immediately. She assured him she would handle the matter and was quickly dressed and packed in a matter of minutes. Gordon ducked out of her rooms and ran home to gather his own kit and within the hour the pair were underway to their destination.

Their flight was uneventful, save some turbulence and the pair happily chattered away like a pair of magpies. There was a car waiting as soon as Adrienne and Gordon stepped off the plane that would take them directly to a meeting with the local consulate, before meeting with more senior officials the next morning. Adrienne was thoroughly briefed on the details and she frowned thoughtfully as she began to ask pointed questions, trying to figure out where thing had gone wrong. She was confident in her ability to smooth out any rough edges without there being any sanctions imposed or other political fallout. And over the next few days she did.

But her nights, those belonged to Gordon. They laughed, they loved, they fucked like rabbits. One evening after a particularly stressful day they returned to the hotel and Gordon immediately drew a hot bath and shooed Adrienne off for a good long soak. She pinned her hair up and just relaxed trying to let the stress of the day slip away. She heard a knock at the door and figured it must be room service with supper. She got out of the tub and slipped into a terrycloth robe before stepping out of the bathroom. She walked into an enchanted space fulls of golden flames and soft music with a rather handsome man pulling out a chair for her sit and dine with him. They ate slowly enjoying the food, each other, and the wine; after the meal was done Gordon stood and pulled Adrienne into the bedroom.

He slipped the terrycloth from her body and motioned for her to lay down on the bed face down. She stretched out on the bed, noting her body’s relief at being able to just relax. She settled into the bed, smiling as she felt Gordon’s weight beside her. He drizzled warm almond oil across her skin, making her jump a tiny bit and then commenced giving her a gentle, but highly erotic massage. He touched her everywhere, teasing her skin, taking time to pay special attention to her gorgeous ass. It stirred something within Adrienne and she moaned softly in delight. Gordon’s fingers trailed down between her slightly spread legs, only making her moan louder as her caressed her ever so lightly. He wiped the excess oil from her skin and directed her to turn over so her could do her front. She happily obliged and Gordon began to massage her arms working his way to her hands then moving across her hips and down to her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his thumbs against her inner thighs, wanting more of his touch. Gradually as he worked his way along her skin, loosening all the muscles and helping her relax he became bolder and began to tease at her breasts and nipples or run a finger across her clit. This massage thing was quite enjoyable. Adrienne stretched her lithe body under Gordon’s hands and he smiled at the sight. She caught him and spoke, “What’s the smile for?” “Because I want to see you like that all the time.”

She grinned and blew him a kiss. He laughed, wiped the excess oil from them both, and leaned into her for the kiss he really wanted. Suddenly where there had been a spark was a flame and they were wrapped up in one another. Gordon pinned her to the bed effortlessly and kissed and bit lightly at her skin, never enough to leave more than the faintest of red marks that would quickly fade (the real marks were always hidden) and with a final sweet kiss began to work his way down her body pinching at her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out out, and then kissing the pain away before he would bite down, harder this time, leaving slightly more noticeable marks. And Adrienne writhed beneath him her mind and body begging for more. She arched her hips against him grinding against the thigh he was using to hold her lower body still and moaned. Gordon’s head dipped to suck more gently at her nipples and she moved harder and faster against him. He lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Now Princess.” Adrienne’s head whipped from side to side on the bed as she shuddered beneath him. “Good girl. I like how you taste after you’ve come for me.”

And his face was between her legs, spreading them further so he could enjoy the pretty pussy that was his. He tasted and sucked and licked and reveled in her body. Here, where they couldn’t be seen he left the marks he wanted to, dotting her inner thighs with teeth marks and small bruises that would remind her she was his, not that she needed any reminding. Strong arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her still and pull her closer at the same time. She moaned at the feeling of simply being pulled closer to him and her hips bucked impatiently. Gordon stopped. He looked up at her and growled, “Patience Princess, patience,” and resumed feasting on her body. Even with his grip her movements quickly became erratic and more forceful and finally he he gave in to her desire. She came on his face not bothering to muffle her cries, but trying to settle her movements before she busted his nose. He gave one last, long lingering lick of her pussy before he sat up licking his lips and grinning at her. “Kitten, if you can’t be still I’m going to have to tie you down.”

“But now I’m going to fuck you.” His grin became almost predatory as he flipped her legs up to his shoulders and his cock filled her up, finding a home in her hot little cunt. Adrienne swore and Gordon smacked her thigh for it. She gave him a cheeky grin, lifted her hips to meet his and swore again because it felt so good. He smacked the other thigh and drove his cock deeper. With strong hands grasping her by the hips, his fingertips digging in, he fucked her slowly, lazily almost smiling as she twisted beneath him and began to beg him to fuck her harder. “Come for me again and I will.”

Her eyes widened and she began to tremble as she stroked her clit in time to his thrusting, arching to meet him until finally her body reached its boiling point and she exploded in another orgasm. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast, watching her pinch a nipple with her free hand and the sight of her overwhelmed him. His own orgasm hit and she let her legs fall to either side of him, both of them spent.

This is a multi-part series. It starts here and follows through subsequent Wicked Wednesday posts to current.

 

Wicked Wednesday – (A Guard and His Princess)

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Adrienne’s small helpless noises as he spanked her ass only served to turn Gordon on more and she was writhing in his lap. They both knew she could feel the hardness of his cock and her mouth was positively watering at the thought of it. This time she wanted to taste him, to let him fuck her mouth, and treat her like the slut she had always craved to be. She cried out at the thought of him in her mouth and Gordon smacked her harder. “Be good Princess. Be good and I’ll give you what you I know you want.”

And he gently pushed her from his lap to undo his fly. Adrienne was kneeling on the carpeted floor now and as his cock sprung free she gasped softly in delight before leaning forward to lick the length of it like a lollipop. Gordon watched her through hooded eyes, not wanting to miss a thing, but when she sucked tip of him into her mouth and tasted the pre-come that had gathered there he closed hid eyes and let the sensation take him. He couldn’t believe it was the Princess, the daughter of such a powerful man as the king he served that had her plump lips wrapped around his cock. He watched her mouth open wider to try and take him all in and her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft where she couldn’t quite reach and squeezed. The feeling was exquisite and he knew if he wanted to fuck her again he need to take back control before he exploded in her mouth. Gordon tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her up to face him. “Do you want me to fuck you Princess? Or would you like to fuck me; riding my cock and filling your body with it?”

She merely moaned in delight at his words letting her head fall back and he lifted her to her feet as he stood with her. They both shed their clothes, laughing at the strappy top again as her boots joined the pile this time and he pulled her to the large bed that dominated the room. Laying down together they kissed intensely, passionately before Adrienne took change and pushed Gordon onto his back so she could crawl a top of him. She teased herself for a moment rubbing herself along his cock and he groaned softly at the feel of her smooth skin rubbing against him, spreading her slickness. And then she was guiding him inside of her, taking his full length with a soft moan and began to move her hips. She ground into him, lifting up and sliding back down and riding his cock with all the tricks she could think of. Gordon’s hands roamed along her body, reaching up to tweak a nipple her and squeeze a hip there, sometimes lifting his hips to meet hers as she rocked her own.

Finally his fingers found her clit and she leaned back a bit still moving, to give him better access and he began to rub her gently, then harder as she cried out, “More!” Her hips and his finger never stopped moving she suddenly she came all over his cock, drenching him in her wetness. He swore softly at the feeling of her tight around him and fairly threw her off his cock to find his way between her soaked thighs. His tongue traced patterns and was by turns gentle and rough and soon she was moaning and lifting her hips for him. Gordon’s hands slid beneath her body, cupping her ass in his hands and drawing her closer to him. He kissed her, his tongue, delving between her lips and she cried out so he did it again harder this time and she pushed against him, her body begging for more. He obliged and suddenly another orgasm rolled through her body like a freight train and she grabbed his hair tugging him up to her for a wild kiss, loving the taste of herself against his lips.

“I don’t know if I want to suck you off or if I want you to fuck me. I just know that I want you,” her voice was soft but harsh. “Well, Princess, I think you’re going to do both and he guided her back down to his cock which she enveloped with her mouth once more and he began to thrust his his hips slowly gently, his soft voice urging her to relax. As she did so, lulled by his voice his cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth before hitting the back of her throat gently. “Swallow.” Adrienne did and couldn’t help the gush of wetness that hit her pussy as she knew he was in total control here. And then he pulled her away from his cock once more and before flipping her to her back.

Gordon steadied himself above her and smiled, “Ready Princess.” “Yes Sir, please fuck me.” Her words and submissively naughty tone of voice alone were enough to make him even harder, if that was possible and his cock found her wet, twitching pussy. He drove himself into her hard and fast fucking her furiously, using her for his pleasure. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips for him and he growled, “Good slut.” His words were enough and he felt her come for him one more time. “Oh you like that? You like being a dirty slut, don’t you Princess? Well, that’s what you’re gonna be. My little slut, ready to fuck, suck, and be a good little toy for me.” She was gasping incoherently at his words and only arched her back harder, wanting more of him, wanting him to own her, if only for a moment.

Suddenly, he threw his head back with a wild cry and slammed into her once last time, his come jetting out of him to coat her insides. He pulled away from her and made an impatient motion with his hand. “Clean me.” And his slutty little Princess dove for his cock, tasting the two of them mixed together and moaned around him. He was going to come in her mouth this time and she was going to swallow every drop of it. For now she was his. They both refused to think of the upcoming days where she’d be forced back into a role she hated and he’d become just another guard. Right now there was only this.

Wicked Wednesday 300 – (Escape on the High Seas)

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Gordon couldn’t help but watch the slight wiggle in Adrienne’s ass as she pulled the leather skirt back into place and zipped it up. It made him want to fuck her again. But not now. Now they had to get her to safety. And he quickly led her away from the small room and onto the deck where he led her down a ladder to the small speedboat no one had miraculously noticed trailing the yacht. He started the motor and pulled away slowly. Some distance from the larger boat he opened up the throttle and they took off. Adrienne’s handler never even knew she was gone.

“Where are we going? And who are you really? Why did you rescue me?” Adrienne voice bubbled with questions above the noise of the boat’s engine. Gordon shook his head, laughing as he remembered how much she’d always asked questions before. It seemed that nothing had changed. He neglected to answer her right away as he was more focused on reaching land and safety, but he had nothing to fear as they docked without incident. Gordon led Adrienne through the marina to a waiting car and opened the passenger door for her. “In you go, Princess.” “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, annoyed at having been ignored all the way back to the marina. She wanted answers and this handsome man seemed to be the only one who had them at current.

He slid into the driver’s seat and the car purred to life. “Now, it’s quiet enough for us to really talk I’ll do my best to answer your questions Ms. Impatience.” Adrienne frowned darkly, her temper darkening her blue eyes and making Gordon smile. She was certainly not the same shy girl he remembered that was certain. Normally she’d rarely shown her temper, or any other emotion for that matter, and now here she’d fucked him in nothing but her boots and was being a little hellcat over nothing. “We’re going some place safe. I haven’t determined exactly where that is yet. I’m waiting for a phone call with more information. Second, I believe I told you my name, but I didn’t mention being part of the special forces unit of the Royal Guard. I expect you’d have not come with me otherwise. And I rescued you because you were in danger. That party was an excuse to hide sex trafficking right in public and you were on the chopping block my dear. You’re lucky that no one knew who you really are. You’d have never been let go so easily.”

Adrienne had taken everything in quietly, but the last bit about the trafficking had really gotten her attention. “What about all those other poor people on that yacht? Are they to be auctioned as sex slaves too?” “Not all of them, but some. And before you start on about saving them all, know that I couldn’t have done that even with a police force full of people. As it was I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get to you so easily. I lucked out with your…attendant being so lax.” “Liam? Liam was behind this? That no good son of a bitch! I wondered why he wanted to go to some fancy sex party like that. He’d never shown much interest before. I should’ve known he was a scumbag, but I just wanted someone to be close to after being alone for so long.” Gordon sighed softly, running his fingers though chocolate colored hair. “You should’ve stayed Adrienne. You wouldn’t have been alone.” “No, instead I’d have been pressured to marry some random man that I couldn’t stand rather than being allowed my own choice. Just like I was never allowed to make choices about anything else. Having your every decision made for you gets old. So I left to make my own. Maybe they weren’t perfect, but I think I did alright. I have a job and friends and a decent place to live. Wait a minute; what about my life? Don’t I get a say in this?” And the young woman swore softly before a tiny tear slid down her cheek. Back to captivity after all.

After a long drive Gordon pulled into the driveway of a small house and led Adrienne inside. She was angry again, but sad as well, at the thought of giving up everything she’d made for herself. “We’ll stay here overnight but then we have to move on. Your…Liam will start looking for you and I’ve no doubt he has acquaintances that will be looking for you as well. We need to get you out of the city.” “Then why don’t we leave now if I’m in so much danger?” “Because, Princess, I need a rest. I’ve been looking for you for days. And I suggest that you try to rest as well.”

Adrienne frowned again clearly not happy with everything that was going on and looked at Gordon, “Can’t you just let me live my life and tell everyone you couldn’t find me? Please?” Her voice broke and tears threatened to trail down her cheeks once more. He sighed again and looked at her. “You know I can’t do that.”

At his words, her tears did begin to fall and he frowned before stepping in and pulling her close to him, almost surprised that she let him near and she began to sob, her face buried against his shoulder. The small helpless noises eventually subsided and she pulled back to look up at him. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to go back. And if you take me back I’ll leave again. I can’t stay there Gordon. I just can’t.” Adrienne looked so helpless that he felt sorry for her and he dared to tilt her head up and kiss her ever so gently. “I’ll do what I can to make this easier Adrienne, but you can’t run away from your responsibilities forever.” “I have a new set of responsibilities now damn it! I’m not who I used to be!” “But you are still a Princess. And that comes with duties as well.” And despite his resolve, Gordon kissed her again, more firmly this time, and she pressed against him her hands resting on his strong shoulders. She broke the kiss and looked at him. “Please help me forget this all? Even just for a little while?” Gordon studied her face closely for a long moment and then swung her up into his arms, holding her close to him and striding towards the bedroom.

Moments later the harsh sounds of hand upon flesh echoed through the empty house accompanied by small noises of half pleasure half pain. Gordon was glad he was getting to do this; he’d wanted to do it earlier and now she needed it as much as he wanted it. Neither of them knew that this would be the beginning of something that would threaten to consume them both.

 

Wicked Wednesday 299 – Pirates – (A Valuable Treasure)

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Gordon slipped onto the yacht, his tuxedo a perfect fit and nary a hair out of place. He scanned the room for his mark and found hear easily, dressed in black leather straps, a mini skirt, and matching boots. The outfit left little to the imagination. Now how to get her away from her handler. That seemed easy enough as Gordon watched the younger man eyeing several other women like meat. He walked over and indicated he’d watch the woman for him if he wanted to go look. The younger man agreed and walked away with a swagger. Gordon shook his head at all the leather and leashes around him. These crazy charity auctions were so overdone. He doubted most people in the room could even tell a flogger from a tawse.

Quickly Gordon grabbed her arm and propelled her though the room, “Hey where are we…?” “Hush, I’ll explain later, but right now you’ll be safer with me Princess.” Her eyes widened. No one was supposed to know who she was anymore, she’d dyed her hair and changed her name and done her best to hide from the prying eyes of society.

Before anyone had noticed the missing woman she was gone, whisked away by this handsome stranger, they were in a secluded room at the back of the ship. It was full of all sorts of delightful instruments of the best kind of torture and the young woman gave an involuntary moan and the sight and smell of everything. Gordon chuckled softly at her response and whispered softly, “Want to play?” She spun to face him, “I don’t even know your name.” “Gordon. Gordon Abbot.” “And just what makes you think I want to play, Mr. Abbot?” Her voice wasn’t quite steady. “Well, the noise you made just now was a pretty good clue. And your breathing has accelerated as well, not to mention the sound of your voice. All of those things suggest excitement. So, shall we have some fun before I whisk you away?” He issued the challenge with a glint of humor in his eyes, never expecting the leather skirted young woman in knee high boots, and a top that was more strap than top would slowly kneel in front of him.

Gordon smiled down at her, leering just a bit and ran his fingers through her dirty blonde hair. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you Princess.” “Yes Sir.” Her voice had lost some of the breathiness it had held before to be strong and sure and he realized she was a very confident young woman. Far different from the shy, retiring girl who had run away several years ago. “Up. And strip. Leave the boots.” Adrienne complied as quickly as she could muttering her annoyance at the strappy top she had worn. Gordon laughed and took pity on her, helping to untangle her from the top. And there she stood, naked and proud her chin lifted, but her eyes cast down, Gordon’s perfect image of a submissive. And he knew he was in too deep already.

He walked around her his hand tracing around her waist gently. He pulled her back against him and told her in no uncertain terms that she would come for him, until he was done with her. She could feel his erection against her ass and dared to wiggled against him which earned her a smack that was mostly noise. Around them in other rooms they could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure and it would only serve to enhance their own. He swatted her other ass cheek just as noisily and walked over to the wall, looking for specific things. First a wartenberg wheel, followed by a blindfold, but he ignored the spanking instruments for now. He didn’t think they’d have time for a proper spanking. Hell, they didn’t really have the time for this, but it was just too tempting.

Gordon blindfolded Adrienne and tickled her sides gently making her giggle. Her laugh was infectious and he chuckled as well. Then he leaned her forward and ran the wheel up her back, first on one side of her spine then the other. She arched into it and it was clear she enjoyed the sensations. He kept running it along her skin, varying the pressure and placement before eventually abandoning it in favor of using his own hands to touch her. Reaching around her body he palmed her breasts and pinched at her nipples hard at first then easing the pressure into something softer. She moaned under his hands and twisted against him. Gordon smiled as he could smell her sex and jerked her body against his with his sharp words. “Come. Now.” And Adrienne shuddered as her body responded to the commanding tone and the sensations that had threatened to overwhelm her. Gordon’s fingers found her clit and rubbed gently drawing out her pleasure and ready to take his own. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

His strong fingers stroked her vulva before delving gently into her cunt. She whimpered as he pulled his finger away and she listened to him suck her juices from his fingers. He whispered in her ear, “You taste good.” And his two fingers dove back into her body curling upward hard against her and Adrienne moaned for him. Her wetness drenched his hand and he grinned to himself. “I didn’t tell you to come for me Princess. But it’s OK. I like it when you do. Now do it again,” he insisted as his fingers moved inside of her. And she did.

This time when he pulled his fingers away he traced them against her lips and she opened her mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. She fairly purred against his skin and it was his turn to make a low noise in the back of his throat. Quickly he shed his pants, not worrying about the rest of his clothing. He knew time was running out to get the Princess off the boat. He bent her over and his cock teased her slit before sliding into a warm home inside of her and she gasped, tightening around him and coming hard as she had yet, nearly causing him to spend himself then and there. “Princess, if you do that again you’re gonna make me come too. Would you like that?” “Yes,” she hissed and squeezed him again. He swore softly and began to fuck her hard and fast now, not wanting to wait any longer. Her body shook under the weight of his onslaught and she would find bruises on her hips later.

With a high pitched squeal she orgasmed again and her cunt muscles fluttered and squeezed at his cock as hard as they possibly could. He gave one, two more strokes, then slammed himself against her as he came, filling her with warmth. They rested together for a moment, both breathless before he pulled away from her and stood up, grabbing a couple of towels for them to clean up. He was all business again. “Get dressed. We have to go.”

Wicked Wednesday – Suitcase – (Unpacking Can Wait)

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Trent swiped the key card in the door and the pair stepped inside, luggage trailing behind them. Rachel immediately took stock of the luxury before them and rushed further in, throwing open the curtains on the balcony that overlooked an ocean view. Rachel whirled around in excitement and grabbed the suitcases to begin unpacking so their adventures could begin.

He smiled at his new wife watching her indulgently for a moment, her sense of order and organization having kicked in. He mused that was perhaps one of the reasons they fit so well together as he was a bit scatterbrained at the best of times. But right now, he was focused solely on the gorgeous redhead flitting about the room. She stopped for a moment and turned to look at him and that was all it took. He pushed off of the door where he’d been leaning and strode towards her quite purposefully.

“The unpacking can wait, my dear.” He caught he around the waist and pulled her backwards into his arms where he trailed kisses down her neck before spinning her and playfully dipped her backwards before pulling her back up and kissing her the way he’d wanted to kiss her at the ceremony; the way that would have scandalized both their grandmothers and embarrassed Rachel as well. He would have loved to see that gorgeous blush that he loved so well. Right now he wanted to see her freckled skin flushed for other reasons. Rachel smiled and rubbed herself along Trent’s body, feeling the maleness of him against her and knew what he wanted as much as she did.

There was no slowness or tenderness here, just hot, urgent need. Trent was unzipping her floral dress as she was unbuttoning his slacks and in moments the pair was free of their encumbrances. He scooped Rachel into his arms and quite unceremoniously deposited her on the bed before joining her, kissing ravenously at her skin. He worked his way along her collarbones and down to her breasts stopping to suck and bite at her nipples in a way that made her squeal with delight and squirm against the bed. Hot lips slid down her belly and quickly to her pussy. She was wet for him and ready, but he wanted all of her first. Trent’s head dipped and he swiped his tongue across Rachel’s skin, tasting the most intimate part of her. Within moments she was panting as she neared an orgasm while Trent worked at her body with his mouth. Neither of them cared that her moans might disturb other guests and suddenly she was trembling around him as her thighs wrapped reflexively across his shoulders, a silent request for him to not stop.

But stop he did and climbed up the bed, pinning her body there with his. He reached down and rubbed himself against her, teasing her and driving her need higher. She clutched at his shoulders and pulled herself up to him, kissing the side of his neck with a renewed vigor. He moaned and dipped his head allowing her better access to his body and slowly pushed his way inside of her.

Her head fell back as she clenched around him and he moaned at the feeling. When her eyes opened and she met his lustful gaze she smiled fiercely and repeated the movement, making him groan with need. He held himself closer to her burying his face in the heated skin against the side of her neck, just so he could whisper all kinds of dirty things in her ear while he loved her. The contrast between his words and his slow movements drove her into a frenzy and she began to thrust wildly against him, wanting more and more. His own need grew driving him higher and deeper into her at the same time.

With no warning Rachel’s body stiffened beneath his a long drawn out moan that drowned out his whispers escaped from her red lips. Trent could feel the power of her orgasm wash through her body and it drove him over the edge. Rachel was still trembling from her first orgasm and the feeling of him pulsing inside her, feeling the warmth of him only made her come again, softer than the first time, but still intense in its own way. They shared another kiss and settled in to cuddle as they began their journey as husband and wife. Trent was right she thought; this was much better than unpacking.

 

Wicked Wednesday 293 – The ex – (I Might as Well Enjoy It)

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So I’ve written before about my ex husband and some of the hell he put me through. I won’t rehash that again here, but for anyone that really wants to read it here’s the link (CW: abuse, rape) Today, I have another story, one that makes me laugh instead of be angry or sad.

“If you’re going to get shit for it, you might as well enjoy it.” Those were the words spoken to me in a quiet conversation by a good friend and my now partner after my ex-husband had accused me for the umpteenth time of cheating on him with any number of various people. Now, I will state for the record that of all the people he accused me of sleeping with, I never slept with any of them, despite having opportunity. I tried to take my marriage vows seriously, even as my marriage disintegrated. But the idea of enjoying myself just because I got shit for it appealed to me.

So I did. I flirted and teased and hugged my friends, male or female, it didn’t matter to me or to them and many of them were in on the joke. Looking back at it, it was probably the most immature thing I could’ve done, but it was still a lot of fun. It drove my husband crazy, but he never once found evidence, even when he started stalking me at the end of our marriage, that I had cheated on him.

When my current partner and I were still just friends before we ended up in my bed one night with them pulling my hair, we cuddled under a blanket and talked about silly things like sending imaginary cuddly photos to my ex or joked about getting married and inviting him to the wedding. Honestly the wedding joke should’ve been my first clue I was going to end up with this person, that I had wanted from afar for so very long. But that’s a different story.

One night the ex stopped by when it was just me and my partner (before we got together) and while we did nothing but sat beside one another, the ex seemed quite curious and was obviously watching us. This could’ve been a prime opportunity to really yank the man’s chain, but I refrained largely because I was honestly scared of what he might do. A short time later he asked to speak to me alone so we stepped outside for what should’ve only been a few minutes, but was more like a half hour to forty five minutes while he tried to pump me for information and asked why we had broken up and wanted to know if we could still be friends. When I’d had enough of his bullshit I turned to walk away and he followed me, trying to bar my way back into my own apartment. Shortly thereafter I had my locks changed. But, again, I’m getting off track.

I took a lot of shit for a long time and finally I decided that I may as well live it up. I’ve taken those words that were said to me and tried to apply them to my life as it is today. Happily, I no longer have to deal with a man who accused me of cheating among other things and there is a kind of absolute trust in my relationship now that neither of us would cheat on the other or deliberately cause harm. That said, I will reiterate that at the time I did enjoy making my spouse think all kinds of things and it was, in some small part, a bit of revenge for the way he treated me in other ways. I’m not perfect and I might as well enjoy it.