Erica
"So much has changed, has it not?" Erica stood encircled by my arms as we watched Damon and Bethany leave their wedding reception.
"It has, but it's been amazing." I moved back as she turned in my arms and glanced up at me. "Is everything ready for Kendal?"
"Yeah." He smiled and glanced around, his expression that of a little boy at Christmas. Kendal Tarrington was like a part of the family to Damon and Matt. His life had been such shit lately, but he'd finally found his way out of the dark hole he'd fallen in. He was going to propose to his girlfriend Dana, and we were all in on it.
I was happy as hell for them, but I couldn't help but feel a little jealous too. I wanted my ring and my date. Matt and I had been together for almost eight months but had been in love for years.
"Let's get where we can see." I forced my wayward thoughts away and reached for Matt's hand, pulling him toward the dance floor. "So sweet!"
"Yeah. It's so good to see Kendal happy." Matt moved up beside me, and the rest of the family and our friends crowded around to watch Kendal and Dana dance slowly together. It was almost comical when Dana realized we were all watching her.
"What's going on?" Dana turned and let out a soft yelp as Kendal moved to his knee.
"I'm done waiting," he spoke with reverence in his voice.
I wrapped my arms tightly around Matt as tears filled my eyes. For someone who didn't believe in true love, I was quickly learning my lesson. Damon belonged with Bethany, Kendal belonged with Dana, and Matt belonged with me.
"You okay?" Matt leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose as a tear ran down my cheek.
"Yeah. Just overwhelmed." I turned back to watch Dana's eyes widen.
"Done waiting on what?" she asked.
"On the right to call you my bride." He pulled out a small box and lifted it toward her. "I love you with the depths of my heart, baby. I'll spend forever proving how much you mean to me if you'll just give me the chance to. There's no mountain I won't climb, no obstacle I won't beat, no rule I won't break to have you beside me as my wife. Tell me you'll say yes and be my girl forever."
She let out a soft sound of joy and dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around him and knocking him to the floor. "Yes!"
Matt and I laughed, as did everyone around us.
"I love you, Dana," Kendal held her tightly, stealing all of our hearts.
"I love you more." She leaned in and kissed him the way I kissed Matt, with fierce passion.
"Come on. I have something for you." Matt moved out of my arms and reached for my hands.
"A ring?" I gave him a cocky grin. "I am up next, by the way. I caught the flowers at your mom and dad's wedding."
He laughed. "Someone is impatient."
"I should be! We've been together forever." I moved up to let him wrap one of his arms around me.
"And we're going to be together for the rest of time. I'm not pulling out a ring here with everyone watching. I have it all planned out. Don't you worry about a thing, baby." He kissed the side of my head, and I let my angst go. It was silly.
It already felt like we were married. We lived together, worked together and went everywhere together. I loved my life.
"Where are we going?" I followed him through the hotel where the reception was to the elevator.
"Upstairs. My dad said him and some of Damon's buddies would wrap everything up."
"You got us a room here?" I pressed myself against him as the elevator closed.
"Yeah. I'm not waiting another minute to strip you out of that dress and lavish your sexy body with my tongue and hands."
"And your cock?" I licked his lips.
He growled low in his chest. "You drive me crazy."
"In a good way." I moved back and turned as the door opened. I shook my ass a little more than necessary, but there was something so deliciously powerful about turning Matthew on. He was laid back and docile most of the time, but once I got him in the bedroom, he turned into a beast. I loved every part of him, but his alpha nature in the sheets took the cake for me.
"You smell so fucking good." He pressed himself against my back after barking out the room number and handing me the key.
I fumbled with trying to get the damn thing in the keyhole as he ran his hand all over me. "I can't get it open."
"Keep trying, baby." He cupped my breast and pushed my hair to the side before sinking his teeth into the back of my neck.
My body tightened with need, my nipples budding, my sex growing wet. "Fuck. Stop, Matt. Give me a second."
"I'm gonna fuck you out here in this hallway if you don't open the goddamn door, Erica."
I moaned loudly and bumped him with my butt, gaining myself a few seconds to get the card key in the hole. I walked into the room and turned as he barged in after me, his eyes hooded, cock thick and pressing against his slacks.
"Don't rip the dress." I held out my hand, but he slapped it away and grabbed my wrists, pulling me close.
"Turn around and let me unzip it." He ran his nose by mine, and the scent of his cologne and arousal filled my nose.
I moaned and turned around, dropping my head so he could get to the zipper without effort. He had it down and off of me seconds later.
"Where do you-" I stumbled toward the wall in front of me as he barked his commands.
"Put your hands on the wall. Now."
I walked to the wall and pressed my hands against it. "I love it when you act like this."
"What? I act like this every night." He undid my bra and slipped it forward to massage my breasts. "I want to be buried deep inside your body."
"Good. Then take what's yours." He slid his hand up to my neck and cupped it tightly, forcing me to look back as he leaned down and consumed me with a wicked hot kiss. He ran his hand down my stomach and into my panties, parting me and wasting no time in sliding his middle finger deep into my pussy.
I moaned against his lips and rolled my hips, massaging his erection as he worked me hard and fast.
The sound of him enjoying himself combined with his strong dominance over me had me limp in his arms and screaming my release.
"So beautiful, Erica." He kissed me again and released me, moving back a little. I started to turn, but he grabbed my arms and pressed my hand to the wall again, sliding them upward just a little bit. "Stay here."
"Anything," I whimpered as he moved down to his knees and pulled my panties from me. "Matt. What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do all night." He turned and sat down, pressing his back against the wall. "Come here."
I took a step forward and moaned in ecstasy as he parted my folds open and leaned in to lick my slit. He wasn't careful or concerned with how he looked. He was starving for me, and he was more than happy to let me know.
"Fuck," I moaned above him and reached down to slide my hand into his hair. I pulled it sharply, and he groaned and sucked more of me into his mouth. He had me shaking like a leaf within a few minutes. I released his hair and lifted my head toward the ceiling, bending my back a little as my second orgasm tore through me.
Pleasure, like I couldn't remember feeling, slammed against me in thick waves, over and over again.
He lapped at me until I stepped back, panting loudly and feeling dizzy. "Damn. I feel like I'm going to pass out. The room is spinning."
"Lie down baby." He moved off the floor and helped me to the bed. "I'll just hold you."
"No." I curled up on my side as everything calmed down a little. "Make love to me, but do it from here."
He spooned me, sliding his thick cock into my wet body in one tortuously slow thrust. We groaned together as pleasure coursed through me.
"Tell me if I hurt you, or you need me to stop." He gripped my hip and pressed his chest against my back as we took our time making love. Ever stroke felt better than the last, and before I realized what was happening, he slipped his hand between my thighs and brought me over the edge, following soon after that.
"You okay, angel?" He kissed the top of my back and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
"So good." I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh. I didn't need a ring yet and knowing Matt, it would be a while before I got one. He was a showman, a perfectionist, and artist.
He never followed the rules, and he sure as hell wasn't the kind of guy to steal Kendal or Damon's moment.
He was creative. He was handsome. Wealthy as a man could be.
But most of all, he was mine.