Her Best Men

“So much fun,” I said.

I turned to face him, and my eyes dropped to his lips. He was just inches away from me now, and my entire body was crying out for him. I took a step forward, my wrap falling from my shoulders. My hands were already on Michael’s chest, my lips reaching up for his.

Our kiss was hot and fast. The second our lips touched, Michael’s body reacted. He shoved me roughly against the elevator wall, holding me in place with strong hands. I’d been dreaming of this moment since he first picked me up that night. Seeing him in a tuxedo was almost too much for me to handle. I knew what was beneath those clothes, and I was desperate to get my hands on him.

“God,” I whispered as Michael’s lips found my neck. “I’ve wanted this all night.”

“You have no idea,” Michael growled, his lips still pressed against my skin.

His teeth bit down lightly, and I moaned. His hands roamed over my body, sliding over my hips and reaching around to grip my ass. Every inch of me that he touched lit on fire.

“Come here,” I demanded, pulling his face back to mine.

I kissed him so hard we were soon out of breath. My tongue slid inside his mouth desperately. I could taste the martinis he drank that night, and it only made my head spin faster. Alcohol coursed through my veins, propelling me forward. I was reckless. I was horny. The elevator couldn’t rise fast enough.

Michael’s hand reached down for my thigh. He tightened his fist around the light material of my dress and pulled it upward. His finger caressed my bare thigh, moving higher with each stroke.

I moaned and let my head fall back. Panting, I wiggled beneath Michael’s touch. He slid his fingers even higher, soon realizing that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

When he touched my bare pussy, he groaned and buried his face in my neck. His fingers played with me, lapping up my wetness and then sliding upward to tease my clit. I moaned loudly and pushed my hips forward.

“You’re the devil,” Michael said roughly.

“I couldn’t wear panties with this dress,” I said. “They would have shown through.”

“Trust me, baby,” Michael said. “I’m not complaining.”

He pressed down harder on my clit and rubbed me roughly. The elevator door chimed behind us, and we jumped apart. My pussy was throbbing, aching for his touch, but neither of us wanted to get caught. We stood a few feet away from each other while the doors slid open.

There were a few people in the hallway, so Michael dipped down to grab my wrap off the floor, and we hurried toward our room. Neither of us said a word until were safely tucked away behind the door.

The second we were inside, Michael grabbed me and tossed me roughly on the bed. He crawled up below me, taking my legs in his hands as he moved. His lips traced light patterns over my calves as he moved upward, shoving my dress aside as he did.

Soon, I was completely exposed to him. He gripped my thighs and buried his face between my legs, his tongue already lashing out at my waiting clit.

“Fuck!” I cried out. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care about being overheard. I cried out his name repeatedly as his tongue flicked back and forth over me. Wet desire rushed between my legs, dripping onto the bed while Michael pushed me further toward the brink.

He reached around to grip my ass, holding me tightly while his tongue took me harder. My legs shook, and just like that, I came so hard that my back arched. My mouth opened but no sound came out. The cry of pleasure got caught in my throat as my whole body shook with ecstasy.

Michael stood up and tore his tux from his body. I wiggled upward just enough so that I pressed against the pillows. My eyes trailed down Michael’s body, growing wider when his rock-hard cock sprang free.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he told me as he climbed onto the bed, now fully naked.

“Prove it,” I teased.

Michael released an animalistic growl and lifted me upward. He settled me on his lap, rubbing my dripping wet pussy against his cock. I moaned as he pressed against my sensitive clit, making me shudder with need.

My dress was hoisted up around my hips, but that wasn’t enough for Michael. He quickly unzipped the back and then lifted the material over my head. Our bare skin finally touched, and it felt like fire licked against my skin.

When he slid inside me, I bucked my hips forward and moaned desperately. Michael rocked his hips upward, slamming into me with a reckless abandon I’d never felt before. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the anticipation of having to wait all night to be alone. Whatever it was, we were both so desperate for each other that we could barely think.

Michael fucked me hard, thrusting his hips upward while I rode his cock. I threw my head back and gave him access to my tits, so that he could bite and lick my nipples. I let my body take control, seeking out another release.

“Fuck me, Michael!” I screamed. “Fuck me!”

“Jesus Christ.” Michael groaned. “Holy shit, Julie.”

When I came for the second time, my pussy clamped around his cock and made my entire body shake violently. Michael still wasn’t finished with me, and already, the pleasure reached down to my toes.