Claimed By The Best Man

My mom should be giving me death glares. And usually, I’d be dreading what’s coming my way once she has me alone.

But it’s as if the priest’s word were meant just for me.

For us.

I imagined the priest asking if I took Reeve as my husband.

Do I accept Reeve as my lawful wedded husband?

Of course, I do.

The words flew from my mouth as easily as the other three words I’ve still yet to tell him popped into my head.

Words I think both of us already know if the look in his eyes is anything to go by.

Those who heard me in the smaller than expected congregation find it amusing.

Sweet.

Cute and funny. Innocent even.

Mom plays along but Reeve's eyes only get more intense.

As though he’s settled things in his mind once and for all.

Something tells me I’m not just about to get the dicking of my life tonight either.

Even though it is my first time, I’m past wondering about it.

I need it.

Once the rings are on their fingers and they’ve proclaimed husband and wife, the guests all stand and break into applause, cheering and drowning out my little slip of the tongue.

But Reeve’s eyes don’t leave mine, not for a second.

It’s as though my words were meant just for him, and I know without question he feels the same way I do.

We just need to get outta here.

But it’s not quite as simple as all that.

There’s the extended applause and congratulations, then the announcements about the catering being canceled, for anyone who didn’t know already.

Then the obligatory meet, greet, and congratulations from the people who could make it.

Tedious doesn’t begin to describe it, and I can’t help but feel a little pang of guilt too.

It is my mom’s big day after all, and as much as I’m happy for her and Rhys, I’ve kinda got something a little more pressing brewing under this dress. And I can see that Reeve is struggling to contain his gift for me too.

With all eyes on my mom and Rhys, and even Denise as she manages to get herself in on the attention, Reeve and I naturally gravitate towards each other.

Keeping a friendly distance, but close enough to talk so only we can hear.

“I want your pussy coming on my fucking cock… Right. Fucking. Now,” Reeve growls, sending a shockwave of arousal through me so great I have to lean on his arm as I swoon at his words.

“W-We can go s-soon,” I stammer, feeling my teeth almost chatter as a hot line of my own wetness runs down my inner thigh, making me gasp.

But Reeve isn’t talking about soon.

“I want you now, Piper,” he growls in my ear, gripping my wrist and pulling hard on his fat cock, groaning as I let out a gasp.

There are so many people, we could be spotted at any second.

It’s such a fucking turn on having him make me touch him like this.

I know I want him as much as he wants me right now.

But here?

Right now, in the church?

Rhys sidles up next to Reeve, who manages to move me swiftly, using part of me to cover his undeniable erection while he keeps a grip on me.

He murmurs something to Reeve, but I can hear well enough.

“Listen, Reeve. We’re gonna make a quiet retreat if you know what I mean,” he winks, glancing at me for a moment.

“We just need Piper to help us out by throwing the bouquet while we get situated to leave and then we’re gone,” he grins, glancing at the priest. “The padre needs the church anyways,” he adds, rolling his eyes.

I can’t believe our luck. Things are progressing way faster than I thought, and I can tell Reeve is ready to mount me right here and now, wedding be damned.

“Hey!” Reeve suddenly calls out. “The bridesmaid’s gonna toss the bouquet for the bride.”

The whole group spins to face us and keeping hold of my wrist he makes sure I get another handful of his throbbing cock before he whispers for me to toss the flowers.

“I’ll be planting this deep inside you any second. No tossing required,” he growls.

It feels like the whole church is watching me, eagerly waiting for me to throw the bunch of flowers I’m holding.

There are cries of “over here,” and “Me next. Please… please!”

Reeve takes me by my shoulders, spinning me slowly as he tells me to close my eyes.

Somehow he’s managing to spin me and hide his erection.

On his say so, I toss the bouquet with my eyes still shut.

There’s a gasp from the crowd and I open my eyes in time to see Denise with the bouquet.

Her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ and the priest standing next to her flushing such a deep red as they look into each other’s eyes, her mysterious ‘date’ the other night starting to make sense.