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  “Did you make up your mind?” The man said slowly, his voice a deep, husky growl that made me think of dark rooms and handcuffs.

  “Make up my mind about what?” I squeaked out, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

  “Your preference.” He grinned and licked his lips slowly. My eyes followed his long tongue and I knew he was teasing me, but I didn’t care.

  “Yes.” I said softly and flicked my long brown hair back.

  “And?” He leaned forward, his eyes letting me know he was attracted to me. I looked at Alice and she was grinning at the two of us as she took a step back.

  “And that’s for me to know.” I smiled at him sweetly, though my stomach was churning.

  “What if I want to find out?” His eyes gazed into mine, searching and he touched my shoulder lightly.

  “What if you do?” I shrugged and he stepped back with a smile and nodded.

  “You’ll find out.”

  “I’ll find out what?” My heart was racing as I studied his chest. I could tell, even though he was wearing a suit, that he was well-built.

  “You’ll find out what happens when I want to know something.”

  “Okay...” My voice trailed off.

  “Okay then.” He grinned, a cocky smile, and licked his lips again. “I’ll see you later.” And with that he walked away.

  “What was that?” I whispered to Alice, my body trembling slightly from my encounter.

  “I have no idea what just happened, but that guy was sexy as hell.” Alice looked behind her. “I wouldn’t mind his tongue or his—”

  “Alice.” I laughed as I cut her off. “I think we should change the subject.”

  “Why?” She sighed. “You can’t tell me you didn’t think he was hot.”

  “I can’t tell you that, no.” I laughed and thought about the guy’s green eyes and dark hair. I repositioned my legs as I remembered his pink tongue. “He’s the sort of guy, it would be hard to say no too.”

  “Yeah, it would be very hard to say no to him.” She agreed and we just stood there for a few minutes, both of us thinking about the guy. I should have known that that wasn’t going to be the last I saw of him that day. I mean, he’d basically warned me that he’d be back and on the prowl. Maybe I didn’t pay attention to him or care because I was up for it myself. It had been so long since I’d dated anyone, and I’d never done anything risqué or crazy. I’d never just hooked up with a guy, but now I was in a drought and hooking up didn’t seem so bad. I didn’t even care that he seemed like a snob or an obnoxious asshole. It wasn’t like I was going to date him. Not at all. And it wasn’t even me that initiated anything. Though, I was hoping that I’d bump into him again when I left the pew to go and look for some water.

  “Get me a bottle as well.” Alice handed me a five dollar note. “And don’t take all day. I don’t want to be sitting here by myself for long.”

  “Fine.” I hurried out of the church and looked around the now packed lobby at all of the guests that were arriving. I was disappointed when I didn’t see my handsome stranger and was about to turn back around, when I felt two hands on my waist.

  “So did you decide?” His voice whispered in my ear as his hands ran down my hips. I’m not even sure what got into me, maybe it was liquid courage, but I slowly turned around and faced him.

  “I’m a big fan of the tongue.” I licked my lips then and swallowed hard as I stared at him. I couldn’t believe that I was being so blatantly obvious with a stranger.

  “That’s a good thing then.” He grinned and leaned down so that his lips were almost against mine, “I’ve been told that I’m very good with my tongue.”

  “Oh?” I said nervously.

  “Oh yes.” He winked at me and grabbed my hand before leading me down a small corridor. I followed behind him, a loud roar in my ears, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when every fiber of my being was on fire, and awaiting his touch. This man was sex personified and what would it hurt, to just make out with him.

  “You’re so sexy.” He whispered as he opened a door, pulled me into the room with him and then closed it. He pushed me back and I felt his lips on mine. “I’m going to show you just how talented I am.”

  “Shhh.” I kissed him back hard, my tongue entering his mouth as my hands worked their way around his neck. Bells were ringing in my head as waves of heat spread through my entire body as he sucked on my tongue. The drought was officially ending and I couldn’t be happier about it.

  His hands were firm and teasing as they ran down my body and up my dress, his fingers grazing my skin as they reached for the prize. His fingers lightly rubbed against my panties and I stilled for a second, pulling back and looking at him before my legs crumbled beneath me.

  “Lace panties?” He grinned, his eyes challenging mine as he lightly played with the feminine material.

  “Yes.” I nodded and moaned as he slipped a finger inside.

  “Is it your wedding?”

  “Does it have to be my wedding to wear lace panties?” I groaned as I bit my lower lip.

  “I suppose not.” He winked. “Just like it doesn’t have to be your wedding if you want to hook up at the church.” His eyes laughed into mine and I knew that he was making fun of our situation.

  “If you’d rather not.” I made to get up and his face came towards mine again, an intense light in his eyes as he gazed into mine.

  “I rather would.” He muttered right before his lips came crashing down on mine. This time they weren’t soft and they weren’t teasing. They were demanding and straight to the point. This man wanted to dominate me. His tongue sought entry into my mouth and he sucked on my tongue with such finesse that I had to grab onto his shoulders to stop myself from falling to the ground. His lips tasted sweet and salty, like honey roasted peanuts and I grabbed his face so that I could deepen the kiss as well. My fingers ran across his stubble and I was amazed at how soft his skin felt beneath the prickly hair. He lifted me up slightly and then lowered me to the ground.

  “What are you doing?” I moaned, as he pulled my formal dress up.

  “What you want me to do.” He bent down and I felt his tongue running up the inside of my thigh. My body tingled all over and all I could think was how glad I was that I’d shaved above the knee that morning. I was never going to do the below the knee shaving trick anymore. Not when occasions like this could possible happen. My body trembled as his teeth made contact with my panties. My now very moist panties. I leaned back and cried out as his perfect teeth grabbed a hold of the crotch of my panties and pulled them down.

  “Should we be doing this?” I moaned as I glanced up at him. I watched as he slipped my panties off of my ankles and pushed them into his pocket.

  “I think the question should be would we regret it if we didn’t?”

  “We don’t even know each other.”

  “Does that matter?” He undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his black tie slightly. “I know that as soon as I saw you, I wanted to get to know you.”

  “You want to get to know me, but you don’t want me to know your name?”

  “No names, no questions.” He looked at me intently. “Is that okay with you?”

  “It’s okay with me, if it’s okay with you.” I whispered, my heart thudding. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I just knew that I wanted him to be touching me again.

  “Good.” He said simply as he grabbed my legs and spread them. “Now let me show you how I reward good girls.” He buried his face into my pussy and his tongue licked my clit eagerly. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as I felt his tongue sliding inside of me. My legs clenched on his face and I grabbed a hold of his shoulders as he moved his tongue in and out of me. I lay there with my head on the ground and my legs spread and all I could think about was the fact that anyone could walk into the room and catch us, fornicating, on the ground. Though, technically we weren’t fornicating. I have to admit that the thought both scared me and turned me on
. I had released my inner slut. Or rather Mr. Miracle Tongue had released it.

  “Come for me baby,” He whispered as he slid in and out of me with speed, his tongue feeling as thick and long as some men’s dicks. I know, I know, it’s a weird thing to think about, but he knew how to work it. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. I was pretty confident that he would be dynamite in bed.

  “Bite my shoulder.” He growled as I started screaming. I did as he commanded and bit down on his shoulder and shirt to stop the whole church from hearing my climax. However my neck felt slightly strained so I moved back slightly. He kissed my clit before licking up my juices and moving up slightly, and I kissed his neck. “You taste so good, like honey.” He grunted against me and I felt his fingers rubbing me gently as I moved my lips to his neck and sucked. “You’re going to leave bite marks on my neck.” His eyes peered up at me, dark with lust and I laughed.

  “I want to leave my mark on you.” I growled back at him, surprising myself with the voracity in my tone. Where had this passionate aggressive girl come from? I want to leave my mark on you? Who said that? Who was I turning into? Was I some sort of vampire now? Or werewolf? Or just some sad freak who said weird things.

  “You’ve already left your mark on me.” He said huskily as he licked his lips. “You’ve left a lot more than your mark.”

  I laughed awkwardly then. I mean how do you not? Not when you’re me. I’m the awkward one. I always have been. Just because now I wasn’t as awkward, I was still awkward inside. I think that was why I reached for his belt and undid it slowly and seductively. Well, I tried to at least. I got the button undone, but then when I got to the zipper, I had issues.

  “It won’t go down.” I mumbled as I looked up in his face. I could see that he was trying to stop himself from laughing.

  “Maybe because my zipper knows that if it goes down, we won’t be leaving this room for at least two hours.” He winked at me and jumped up. “And then we’ll both miss the wedding and that wouldn’t be good, would it?”

  “I guess not.” I agreed and took his offered hand and let him pull me up. I pulled my dress down and stood there in front of him, not sure what to do.

  “But that doesn’t mean, we can’t meet up tonight.”

  “Tonight?” I squeaked out, surprised at his suggestion and not knowing what to say. That would be it then. I’d officially ended my two years drought. I’d be having sex again. And with a hot stud. My stomach jumped for joy at the thought.

  “Yes tonight.” His voice was smooth. “You. Me. My hotel room. Champagne. Strawberries. My bed.” He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “I think you know what comes next?”

  “Steak and fries?” I joked and he laughed lightly.

  “Yeah. Steak and fries.” He pulled me towards him and kissed me gently, his fingers running through my hair. “You’ll have to teach me that move.” He whispered in my ear as he kissed the side of my face.

  “Oh it’s not a position.” I said stupidly.

  “We’ll just have to make it a position then, won’t we?” He stared into my eyes with such a possessive look, that I couldn’t help but feel thrilled.

  “If you want.” I nodded, my head still up in the clouds of confusion and denial.

  “We should go back into the church.” He grinned. “Someone’s playing ’Here Comes the Bride’ again.”

  “Yeah, we should head in.” I nodded as I hurried towards the door.

  “You go first.” He stayed where he was. “I’ll come in after you.”

  “Okay.” I opened the door and hurried out of the room, my body flushed with blood from my orgasms. Had I really just let a strange man go down on me? My brain was still in total disbelief and I laughed to myself as I walked into the church. Not only had I just let Mr. Miracle Tongue go down on me, but I was planning on letting him do a lot more to me later that evening.

  ***

  “Did you just make out with that guy?” Alice’s face was positively giddy as she stared at me. I felt like I was doing the walk of shame as I made my way down the aisle and I knew that I’d have to donate all five of the twenties that Alice was going to eventually give me.

  “No.” I sat in the pew next to her, knowing full well that my lipstick was pretty much gone and that my hair was a hot mess.

  “Oh my God, did you have sex with him?” Alice’s jaw dropped.

  “No I did not have sex with him.” I squeaked out and the people in the row in front of us turned around to look at me.

  “Shh.” The old lady directly in front of us glared at me. “This is a wedding, not a night club.”

  “Sorry.” I gave her a weak smile, but she turned back to the front. “Alice.” I glared at her.

  “Don’t blame me, you had sex in a church. I can’t believe it.” She laughed. “You’re so going to hell.”

  “I’m not going to hell.” I pat my hair down. “We didn’t have sex.”

  “What did you do then?” She grinned as the organist started playing ‘Here Comes the Bride’ once again and we all stood up.

  “You don’t want to know.” I blushed as I straightened my dress. My inner thighs were still tingling.

  “So what’s his name?”

  “Whose name?”

  “Liv.” Alice rolled her eyes and I avoided her gaze as I watched the groom and his best man walk up the aisle.

  “Shouldn’t they have played this song once he was already by the altar and the bride was walking down the aisle?” I made a face as we continued to listen to ‘Here Comes the Bride’. “How many times are they going to play this song?”

  “Liv, I don’t care what they do at my ex's wedding.” Alice’s face dropped and I could see in her eyes that she was more hurt than she’d let on about this wedding.

  “I don’t know his name.” I breathed out quietly. “But we can call him Mr. Miracle Tongue.”

  “Mr. Tongue?” Alice blurted out just as the music stopped and it felt like the whole church was looking at us. I turned to look around and I saw him standing at the back of the church with a wicked smile on his face as he grinned and straightened his jacket. He’d heard. I was almost positive of it. Oh why, oh why did I always have to be so uncool in these sort of situations?

  Chapter Two

  “This is my hotel room.” He closed the door behind me with a slam. It was as if the door were trying to tell me that I was not leaving, at least not tonight.

  “It’s nice.” I looked around, barely breathing. The room was huge and decorated like it was a Pottery Barn display. “Is this the penthouse?”

  “Junior Penthouse.” He nodded as he stepped towards me.

  “Very nice.” I swallowed hard.

  “Are we done with the small talk?” His arms went around my waist and pulled me towards him.

  “I didn’t know that we were—”

  “Shh.” His lips touched mine gently as he kissed me. “Let’s not waste our time with talking.”

  “I don’t even know your name.” I pulled away from him slightly.

  “Does it matter?” He replied, his eyes light, as his hands fell to my ass.

  “I guess not.” My face burned in shame. Not because he didn’t care about my name, but rather because I didn’t really care about his either. I was going to sleep with him either way. We both knew that. His tongue had been the appetizer and now I was ready for the real thing. I knew his main course was going to fill me up. I giggled at my thoughts. I wasn’t sure when I’d become so dirty minded, but I loved it.

  “What’s so funny?” He pulled me towards him and I felt his hardness against my stomach. Oh boy, I’d ordered an extra big helping and I hadn’t even realized it.

  “Just thinking about dinner.” I said inanely, feeling like a fool.

  “Steak and fries.” He licked his lips slowly. “I’ve got a steak in my pants that wouldn’t mind being eaten?”

  “Oh?” I raised my eyebrows at him and he burst out laughing.

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�Okay, that sounded a lot cooler in my mind.”

  “I sure hope so.” I laughed. “Because it didn’t sound as cool out loud.”

  “Are you saying I’m not cool?” He teased me as I followed him into the living room of his hotel room.

  “I’m saying that you’re no John Travolta in Grease. You know, you’re not cool like Danny.”

  “Well, I take that as a compliment, Sandy.” He popped open a bottle of champagne. “A glass?”

  “Yes, thanks.” I took the offered glass and sat down on the couch and took a small sip. This isn’t awkward at all, I thought to myself as I sat there staring at him. I was still in my dress and he was still in his suit, only his jacket was gone. His white shirt clung to his frame as if it were a second skin and I was dying to see his chest. I knew he had to be toned. I could tell from the way his biceps bulged in his shirt. The only question in my mind was does he have a six pack or an eight pack?

  “What are you thinking?” He sat next to me on the couch and stared over at me. “Your dress is very beautiful by the way.”

  “Uhm thanks.” I took another sip of champagne. Oh my God, why was he so hot? “I’m just thinking that you’re really cute.”

  “Thank you.” He put his glass down and moved closer to me. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”