Black Wedding by Emma Luna
The more I stare at the bloody Celtic cross impaled on the human heart, the more I feel murderous. It’s not even the threat that bothers me as much as it is the look on Bree’s face. Now that she has had a chance to get over her initial shock, she has her game face on and holds the heart like she was the one to rip it from someone’s chest. But I saw her face when she first opened the box. Her piercing scream vibrated through my soul, and I saw the look of sheer terror on her face. That urge to protect her and slay all our enemies ran deep.
Kellan took Hallie to lay her down in the travel crib he brought with him and made calls to get some computers delivered. Bree had handed him a black platinum card from her bag, and the look on Kel’s face was like she had just passed him a pot of gold. He ran off upstairs. The only thing stopping him from taking multiple sets at a time is the little girl cuddled against his chest. When he reaches the top step, we hear him cursing and muttering something about Hallie wasting quality milk and vomiting on him. I can’t help but smile. I never expected my best friend to be taken with the baby when I first found out he was becoming a dad. Now it looks like he was made for it.
Once he has gone, I turn to Bree. She still has the heart in her hand, but now that Kellan has gone, so too is her act. She looks tormented, I walk behind her and cautiously approach her, using my hands to guide her to put the heart box on the side table. When she does, I silently direct her up the stairs. Finally, we reach her room, and I show her in, closing the door behind us. I head to the door in the corner, finding her en-suite and nudge her in that direction.
“Let’s get you in the shower, wash away all the blood,” I say, turning the showerhead on.
She has a massive walk-in shower, beige and gold tiles lining the wall. The showerhead and pressure settings make the shower look far too high tech for me. I just like to turn it on, make it hot, then turn it off. When I’ve got the temperature how I want it, I motion for her to go into the shower as I turn to give her some privacy. But instead of letting me walk away, she takes hold of my hand and guides me into the shower with her. Luckily we both still have our swimsuits on. If not, there would be potential for this to go further than we intended.
Letting Bree pull me in, I allow the water to run down my face. Raising my hands, I run my fingers through my hair. I go to rake through from the scalp to the tip again, but Bree’s hands beat me to it. She runs her fingers through my hair, and I can’t help but moan. I have always loved people running their fingers through my hair. I open my eyes to find her standing right in front of me. Luckily the blood had long since fallen away from her fingers. Her eyes stare into mine; the terror she was feeling is now replaced by the fire she seems to reserve only for me, and fuck do I love seeing it.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Bree. I saw how freaked out you were,” I say gently, not wanting her to feel any shame.
“Of course I am freaked out. It was a fucking human heart. But what freaked me out were the details they knew that nobody should know. They know we are getting married, but they also know about this necklace I wear every day. It’s a Celtic cross that I had handmade. Mia designed one for her and one for me. We got them made, and this necklace is one of a kind, but now there is a massive replica on the side table in the kitchen with a heart impaled on it. It has to be someone we or I know,” she murmurs as her arms stroke down my back, her fingernails scraping as she goes. A shiver ripples down my spine, and no matter how much I chant about football stats or think about nonsexual things, I can’t control the way my dick strains against my shorts. It’s like it is reaching out to her.
“We will find who it is, Princess, and I promise you will have your revenge,” I state firmly, vehemently sure that I will keep that promise.
“Can you help me forget?” she asks, looking up at me through hooded eyes, her fingers gripping onto my hips.
“Princess, if we do this, there is no going back. I don’t know what will happen, and I can’t make you any promises if we do this,” I murmur.
I can hear my cock shouting at me for cock-blocking him, but I have no choice. We have to clarify this. I have never been in a relationship before. I fuck and move on. She wants us to have a working relationship and mix sex in with it too. Maybe we can be married with benefits, but there’s also a chance it could all come tumbling down around us.
“I’m not saying this makes our marriage real. Our business relationship will always come first, but I want you, and I am done ignoring it. This is just sex. Afterwards, we go back to how things were. Agreed?” she asks.
Rather than reply to her, I let my body do the talking. I turn her so that she is against the wall to the right of the showerhead. As soon as her back hits the wall, and she is firmly pressed in using the hardness of my body, I raise my hands to thread through her hair. Taking a handful near the scalp into a fist, I pull slightly. A light wince leaves her, followed by a moan. Looking down at her, I watch as the water drips off her lips, her eyes look almost black with passion. I waste no more time before pressing my lips against hers.
Her lips are so soft at first, but as soon as her brain catches up with her lips, she reacts. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls me into her, her lips forcing themselves against mine until the kiss is almost bruising. I swipe my tongue across her lower lip, demanding access, and she instantly obeys. My tongue is punishing, demanding control, but hers battles back just as furiously. She claws at my back, grinding her hips against my thigh, trying to get impossibly closer. We are already so close that the water can’t even drip down between our already connected bodies.
Using my hands, I rake them all over her body, running them up to her arms and down her back. I waste no time in undoing the fastening to her bikini top and removing it to expose her fucking amazing tits. Kissing down her neck, I find a sweet spot just over her clavicle. When I suck on that exact spot, she moans loudly, scraping her nails down my back and kissing the same place on me. Fuck, I had no idea it could feel so good to have someone sucking on my neck. I knew we were leaving marks on each other, but neither of us seemed to give a shit. I was too preoccupied with touching these fucking amazing tits.
I waste no time, using one hand to tweak one of her nipples while I move my mouth over the other. Her nipples are so responsive, and the moans that fill the steamy shower cubicle are guttural and almost animalistic.
“Fuck, Princess, I need to taste you. Can I?” I look up at her and the expression on her face almost slays me. She looks sex drunk, and I really fucking hope she gives consent quickly because I am struggling not to just take what I want.
She doesn’t respond, but instead, she takes what she wants, fisting a handful of my hair into her hand and pushing my head down. I let her lower me until I am kneeling below the Goddess in front of me, kissing my way down her body. My fingers graze along the same route as my lips as I pull her bikini bottoms down. Next, I gently crook her leg over my shoulder, exposing her sweet pussy right in front of me. Determined to take control, she uses the hand currently gripping my hair and pulls my head until it is exactly where we both want it to be.
Using my fingers to gently part her sweet pussy lips, I flick my tongue over her clit. She jolts as though I electrocuted her, and a loud groan escapes her lips. I can’t resist looking up, and fuck, I almost come there and then at the sight of the beautiful woman before me. Her back is arched off the shower wall with her head thrown back in ecstasy, water dripping over her body and making me want to taste all of her.
I like that Bree isn’t shy, she knows what she wants, and even though she doesn’t use her words, there’s no doubt. The problem is, I want to hear her words. Normally, I would stop until she tells me exactly what she wants, and begs for it. But I think this time I might give her a free pass. I’m not sure I can stop tasting her even if I wanted to.
Flicking my tongue across her clit quickly, her fingers close even tighter in my hair, and I don’t hesitate to give her more. Using my tongue I lick across her slit, making sure to dip my tongue into her waiting hole before returning to her clit. As she continues to writhe, I take my finger and thrust it into her.
Now it’s my turn to groan. Her pussy is so fucking wet, but I can still feel how tight she is. It’s like her walls are clamping down on my finger, determined to make sure I don’t stop, which of course, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I piston my finger in and out a few times, making sure she is prepared for me, and when I’m sure, I add a second one. Together, my fingers piston in and out of her pussy while my tongue flicks against her clit. Her juices flood into my mouth, and her sweet taste is fucking addictive.
“Oh, please don’t stop,” she moans and fuck me; my other hand goes straight to my dick.
“Oh, don’t worry, Princess, I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” I say as I flick across her clit even faster.
I can feel her orgasm building, her moans become more frantic, and her grip on my hair is almost bruising. Her pussy walls clench even more, and she seems to be getting even wetter if that’s possible. She continues to mumble about what she wants and that she doesn’t want me to stop. Finally, bringing out her sweet voice is like music to my fucking ears. I fist my cock and stroke from the base to the tip, making sure to apply the amount of pressure I know I love. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I gently spread it across the head, making sure not to use too much pressure as it’s so fucking sensitive.
It doesn’t take long until I am on the edge of coming, and I am determined to feel her flood my mouth before that happens. As my fingers hit deep, I make sure to tilt my fingers, trying desperately to find that spot, the sweet one that I know will push her right over the edge. It doesn’t take me long before I feel it, and soon after, she falls right over that cliff. Her pussy spasms and grasps onto my fingers, so I hold still while her moans and groans echo loudly. Her taste floods my tongue, and I can’t get enough of it. I lap gently at her clit, trying to soak up as much as I can.
Fuck, it’s too much, and I can’t stop myself from exploding all over my own hand. I groan against her clit, and in response, her pussy spasms even further, her whole body shaking thoroughly. Her legs start to shake, and I have to let go of my cock and take my fingers from her pussy so I can place my hands on her hips and ensure she doesn’t fall. Setting her foot down, I slowly stand, making sure to kiss my way back up, sucking lightly on both her nipples before reaching that spot on her neck again. She pulls me up until I am back to towering over her and the look on her face almost slays me.
She reaches out to take hold of my cock, but I move her hand aside, stroking my hand through her hair. She looks at me like I just took her favourite toy away, and fuck. I almost cave and let her have whatever she wants, but this wasn’t about me. This was about me helping her to forget.
“I want your cock. I want you,” she whispers into my ear, almost as though she is afraid of telling me exactly what she wants.
“Fuck, you can have whatever you want, Princess. But not right now. This, gorgeous, was just for you,” I say as I press my lips against hers.
Her tongue sweeps over my lips, demanding access, and I can tell when she finally tastes herself as she groans into my mouth. Fuck, I’m getting hard again, and my willpower to make this all about her is waning quickly. So instead, I turn her around and start to gently wash her hair. I run my fingers through her long luscious locks, and it amazes me that I have never done this for a woman before.
We both take time to wash each other, trying to avoid each other’s more sensitive parts, so we don’t end up fucking like rabbits in the shower. Turning off the shower, I lift her up and wrap us both in towels. Making sure we are both dry, I gently lay her on the bed before pulling the covers over us. She rests her head against my chest, another new for me, and I gently brush the hair out of her eyes. We fall asleep like that, and I choose to ignore how fucking comfortable I am with her tucked against my side and with her leg hitched over mine.
We are both awoken from our sleep by the mobile ringing on the bedside table right beside my head. I reach over, confused when I don’t recognise the name and number on the phone, for that matter. That’s when it comes back to me that I am in Bree’s room, and she is still lying against my side. She sees me looking at the phone and reaches over, taking it from my hand and giving me the most beautiful smile.
“Hey, Jimmy, what’s going on?” She pauses, clearly letting the guy finish before telling him she will meet somewhere in thirty minutes. I look at her questioningly.
“Jimmy, my dad’s head of security. I sent him a text last night after you fell asleep. I couldn’t sleep until I knew something was being done, that people were looking into it for us. That was him telling me he has a lead. I’m going to get some answers,” she says. I can tell by the way she is looking at me that she is waiting for me to tell her she can’t go or to ask her more questions. I know how she operates though and remember that she is not to be fucking messed with, so I let it go and sit up to get dressed.
“Okay then, let’s go meet Jimmy.” If she thinks she is going without me, then she has another thing coming. If we are doing this thing, then we are doing it together. After tasting her sweet pussy, I know I am all in.