Family Affair by Elle M Thomas
Chapter 3
Declan
It really had been my intention to talk, to have a simple conversation where I explained that I had no clue who she was when we first met, but to apologise for the way I handled things once I knew exactly who she was. I need her to know that what we shared that day was not a mistake. She was not a mistake. Moreover, the only mistake was to suggest any of it had been. I don’t regret that day and I don’t want her to. Regret is a useless emotion; one I don’t do as it only ever gets turned in on the person feeling it and ends up fucking them over more than the thing they regretted in the first place.
Looking down I still can’t quite believe that my attempt to talk has got us here. Her on her knees palming my erection whilst sweeping her thumb around the crown of my still swelling dick. I hear the hiss that leaves my lips at her touch but am ill prepared for her next move, which is to move closer, one knee before the other and then her soft, wet, pink tongue leaves her mouth, and she replicates the sweep of her thumb with her tongue.
“Oh fuck, Cupcake,” I say, but am already running my fingers through her hair, preparing to pull her closer.
Her response is to cover the very tip of me with her mouth and then she gently sucks. I am totally mesmerised by the image of her on her knees, naked but for her tiny pants and shoes, my dick slowly disappearing into her mouth that is slowly drawing me in, her cheeks hollowing as she begins to suck me whilst never taking her big, brown eyes off my face that I know is contorting in pleasure.
She seems to like the power she has over me at this moment in time because I am sure I see the ghost of a smile in her eyes if not on her mouth which is otherwise occupied. My grip on her head and hair tightens significantly when her hand reaches up to cup and stroke my balls while her mouth begins to slide up and down my length which I swear is still expanding in earnest. Her other hand is gripping the base of my erection and is sliding in perfect synchronicity with her mouth. I am embarrassed to admit that if she continues, I am going to come soon and as much as I like the idea of coming in her mouth, I’d rather fuck her and pleasure her before I find my own release.
It’s only another couple of minutes before I am almost done for. My balls are beginning to tighten as I twitch in preparation for release and she knows it, the triumphant glint in her eyes says as much, as do her fingers that are starting to creep from my balls to my perineum which might just be my undoing if she continues to massage me there. Although her mouth bouncing up and down on my dick whilst her other hand is literally milking me are serious contributing factors to me being ready to explode. Then at the exact second her tongue stiffens on the up stroke, she sweeps her tongue around the head paying extra attention to my frenulum and she winks, an actual wink. Oh yes, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Oh no, Cupcake,” I tell her as I try to hold her head firmly enough that she can’t continue with her movements.
She releases me with a loud and what I suspect is a deliberate pop.
Still on her knees with a small smile as her hands settle on my hips, she says, “I thought you knew it was foreplay, orgasm and then fuck.”
“I do and so far, you haven’t had foreplay or an orgasm,” I reply.
“I think I was as big a part of the foreplay as you were,” she says, licking her lips salaciously. “And orgasm wasn’t that far away.” She grins.
I have no idea how everything happens so quickly but before either of us can say another word I have taken her hands in mine and pulled her to her feet. She stares at me like I am a mad man, and I am. She is driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I quickly spin her around so that she is facing the wall then bend down to slide her pants down her hips and legs before helping her to step out of them.
“Keep your shoes on.” We might need some help with the height difference.
I reach for my trousers to find a condom and by the time I’m standing I have already torn the foil wrapper open so that when the time comes, I am ready to sheath myself.
“Put your hands flat on the wall and spread your legs, Cupcake.”
She complies without hesitation which pleases me immensely. I can’t quite believe the image of her waiting expectantly. Her bare sex mine for the taking and I fully intend to do precisely that.
“Lower your hands,” I demand and in doing so her behind comes away from the wall as she ends up in a bent position that reveals her glistening pink entrance.
With a step forward she’s close enough to touch. What I go with is to run my hand along her spread cheeks and moistening centre. My middle finger slips into her with ease, and I gasp almost as loudly as she does when her body clenches around my digit.
“Foreplay,” I say as I begin to pump my finger in and out before adding a second.
“Yes, shit!” she cries as my pace quickens and I find her G-spot. “Fuck, please,” she pleads.
“Orgasm before fuck!” I correct her with false sternness in my tone.
She lets out a little whimper that turns into a near growl when my thumb skims up to find her clit.
“Oh yes, please,” she implores but her begging is unnecessary because I have no intention of stopping until she is coming apart and then I am going to fuck her.
With my free hand I reach around her body and find a large pendulous breast hanging beneath her and cup it gently at first and then more firmly as I hone in on her nipple that is stiff and beading. As I pinch and torment it, I feel her edging closer to release with her insides pulsing more tightly and her breathing becoming louder and ragged.
“Hard, pinch me harder,” she whines.
I am only too happy to oblige because she is beyond sexy when she is horny, desperate, and about to come. My face is beaming at her words, her demand, but then I wonder just how she’ll take to my sexually arrogant and bossy persona.
“Ask me nicely, Cupcake,” I insist and am startled by her response.
“Please pinch me, hard,” she gasps. “I’ll do anything, I promise.”
There is no way I can deny her now. Immediately I slip a third finger inside her whilst continuing to manipulate her clit, but now I am pressing more firmly into the soft fleshy tissue and then, finally I pinch her nipple hard enough that I half expect her to cry out in pain. She doesn’t. Her cries are of simple, unadulterated pleasure as she is rocked sideways by her orgasm. Her pussy is squeezing me so tight I think she may cut off my circulation.
Once I have eased her down, I reposition her slightly and once fully covered with the condom I slide into her. My hands find her hips that I grip tightly enough that she might just have bruises tomorrow.
“Stroke your pussy, come with me,” I tell her as I pick up pace.
One hand immediately leaves the wall and heads south and we are surrounded by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and our laboured breathing. I won’t last much longer at the relentless pace I have set but I am powerless to slow down as I chase my release.
“Come on, babe,” I implore and as if on cue Anita is coming.
Her screams and cries as her body quivers and quakes can probably be heard beyond the confines of the room but right now, I couldn’t care less because I am coming, longer and harder than I can ever remember and I have a really, really good memory.
Once we are a little calmer, I help Anita to move back into a more upright position. I am still inside her and can feel myself stiffening for round two, but I know we should probably talk first, establish some boundaries. Maybe I could invite her out on a date kind of thing before returning to the reception. My body is still blanketing hers and I am pretty sure she can feel my new erection forming inside her.
“Bloody hell, Stud really is an appropriate name for you, isn’t it?”
We both laugh until the sound of the room door opening startles us both. Our heads snap in unison to see my brother coming into view and whilst we are shocked by his sudden appearance, he is absolutely fucking stunned by ours.
“Mase,” we hear Liv say in a very sultry tone as he comes to a dead standstill.
My instinct is to cover Anita’s mouth to stop her speaking and outing us. Mase’s is to give me a death-defying stare followed by a shake of his head at what we’ve done, maybe where we are and that leaves me in no doubt that I am in the shit. If Liv makes it into this room and sees us, I have no doubt that he will kill me, especially if she revokes the consummation of their marriage tonight.
“Baby,” Mase says whilst still staring at me and Anita who is crimson and trying to hide her shame covered face from view.
This situation is far from ideal but there really is nothing for her to be ashamed of.
“Why don’t we keep up our own wedding tradition until later,” Mase is now saying and although I can hear hesitation from Liv he continues. “There was an unlocked linen cupboard back there.”
“I am a very happily married woman.” She giggles.
“Yeah, well, you be sure to remember that Mrs Harding,” he replies and with a final muttered take me to the linen cupboard from Liv the door closes, but not before Mase mouths to me, we need to talk which ironically is what my original reason for being here was, to talk.
Anita
I really wish a hole would open up and swallow me. My face is crimson with embarrassment having been discovered by Mase, but fortunately not Liv. I need to get dressed and out of here, quickly, but Dec is still pressed against me, holding me firm against the wall. God, he is still inside me! I really need to stop doing this with him.
“Dec,” I begin but he is already lifting his weight from me, removing himself from me, allowing me to move.
He passes me my pants which proves to be a little awkward. As much as I would like to use the bathroom, I want to get out more than anything else. Dec helps me to step into my dress. While I slip my arms into it Dec discards the condom and begins to redress. Once he has his trousers and shirt back on, he reaches for me to fasten my dress, then I turn to face him and can see he looks as awkward as I feel about Mase bursting in.
“Sorry,” he says. “About Mase, I should have thought to lock the door,” he adds as he picks his cravat and waistcoat up.
I nod as I watch him finish redressing and only then do I take in this room. It’s beautiful, much nicer than the room I have, not that my room isn’t lovely, but this one is something else. The bed is huge, a very grand four poster, but modern at the same time with dark wood and sparkling white linen with a pattern to the middle and towels folded into hearts. Beyond the bed there is a small balcony that looks out onto the lawns to the rear of the hotel. There is a lovely lounge area with a chaise and a couple of chairs in front of a fireplace and a bath. I have to do a double take at the bath in the main room and wonder if it is prone to flooding. My thinking is seriously skewed. The bath has a curtain thing that seems to partially separate it from the rest of the room and the bath itself is huge. Stretching for a better view I decide it might even be a whirlpool or spa bath, whatever they’re called, but whatever it’s called it blows bubbles. Looking back at the bed I realise that the linen is totally white and the pattern I thought it had earlier is actually confetti, rose petals in the shape of a bright red heart and then the penny drops.
Angrily, I reach for the door, opening it just enough to see the plaque adorning it and then slam it shut again, turning to face Dec to unleash my fury on him.
“You are fucking unbelievable! We shouldn’t have been in here at all never mind locked the door. Why do you even have a key to the honeymoon suite?”
He looks guilty, maybe not at being caught by Mase, although he looked absolutely seething when he found us in here, but Dec’s guilt seems to be in relation to where we are.
“I wanted to talk,” he says defensively, which only serves to irritate me further.
“What? And fucking me just kind of happened?” I add a heavy shake of my head.
“It’s you, I lose my mind when I’m around you and do these things,” he explains and although my heart skips a beat at those words, at the sentiment I believe he is trying to convey, I am still mad at him so refuse to acknowledge it, for now.
“So, it’s my fault that you brought me to the honeymoon suite to talk and your brother, the groom, who has married my sister caught us naked against a wall?”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” he counters. “I had a key because I had planned to leave a few surprises in here for them, later, but I needed you alone. To talk. That really was my original intention, but once we were alone…”
He looks sad and confused now and I can relate to that. I am still pissed off about Mase finding us and am sure he will give Dec a hard enough time without me adding to it so decide to cut him some slack, a little.
“I know,” I say, acknowledging that by the time we got to this room, and he looked at me there was nothing I could have done to prevent us kissing and once our lips touched, I was blinded to everything else. “It explains why this room is so bloody gorgeous,” I add and offer him a small smile.
“Mase is going to fucking kill me,” he replies with no hint of humour or jest.
I’m clearly not ready to let him off the hook completely. “Yeah. He looked really mad, and you do deserve it.”
He looks stunned at my words and then he laughs. “Your support is duly noted, although if Liv finds out that you got lucky in the honeymoon suite before her, she may not be thrilled,” he says and suddenly I am panicking that Mase might tell her. “Especially as her first sex as a married woman was in a linen cupboard instead of that luxurious looking bed, or the bath…”
“Shit! Do you think he’ll tell her?” I wonder if Liv will tell my mum and dad too, which would be beyond awkward.
Dec is grinning at my discomfort now and just watches me cringing for a few seconds before putting me out of my misery. “Cupcake, it will be fine, don’t worry. I’ll take full responsibility because it was my fault really.”
He is in front of me, and I am pressed against the wall again, his weight holding me firmly in place. If I don’t put some distance between us soon, I am going to end up naked and shagging in the honeymoon suite again and this time I know exactly where we are.
“Dec,” I whisper but am already reaching up to cup his face. “We really need to go.”
He flashes me the cheekiest of grins but fortunately nods before kissing my cheek. “We do need to talk though.”
“Not here.”
He nods again before leading me from the room.
“Let me take you to dinner, whenever you’re free…” he suggests as we make our way down the corridor towards the stairs.
He drops my hand from his so he can bend to refasten his shoelace that he has almost tripped over and then a nearby door comes flying open to reveal a very hot and bothered looking Liv and Mase. Clearly, he wasn’t joking about the linen cupboard. Liv looks stunned to find us there, or maybe it’s the fact that we’re together but more than anything she looks uncomfortable as she figures we know why they were in a cupboard. Mase leans in to kiss her and I think whispers something that makes her blush and giggle before he turns to Dec.
“You and I need to discuss something before I go away,” Mase says. “Baby, this will only take a moment, why don’t you take Anita back to the reception.”
Liv doesn’t bat an eyelid as she kisses her husband and then links her arm through mine to lead me away but not before calling to Mase, “Don’t be long or I’ll have to dance alone.”