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"Spencer. Spencer, calm down."
Emily's voice echoed through the room as she attempted to calm the panicked bride.
"You love Toby. You've loved Toby since high school. You want to marry him. You've always wanted to marry him. Take a deep breath."
"Okay. Okay. I can do this," Spencer said, taking a steadying breath. It was true. She did want to marry Toby. That's why they had opted for such a short engagement; they were eager to finally tie the knot and make their relationship official.
"So let's get you out there and turn you into a Cavanaugh!" Hanna exclaimed excitedly.
The wedding planner breathed a sigh of relief as the girls managed to avert a major crisis.
"Alright, places, everybody!" she called out, clutching her clipboard tightly.
Samara, Hanna, Aria, and Emily took their places in line just behind the door leading into the church where Toby and Spencer's ceremony was taking place.
Melissa, serving as Spencer's maid of honor (Hanna knew this couldn't have been Spencer's choice - Veronica must have forced her into it), adjusted Spencer's veil and gave her a quick hug before taking her place behind Emily.
The girls all met up with their respective groomsmen (Hanna was paired with Toby's cousin, a young and rather geeky guy who kept trying to cop a feel) before the wedding planner opened the door and ushered them in to begin walking.
When Hanna reached the altar, she looked out at the church, seeing Jordan smiling back at her from the bride's side of pews. She let her eyes wander over the crowd, before settling on a familiar brunette head sitting on the groom's side.
Oh, god, what was Caleb doing here? she thought. This couldn't be happening. What if they ran into each other. What if he said something?
He appeared to be deep in conversation with a very pretty brunette girl, with shoulder-length hair, wearing a gorgeous floral LoveShackFancy dress that was a lot more flattering than the lavender bridesmaid's dress Hanna currently donned. She hadn't realized he had been seeing anybody. Not that it bothered her, of course.
He must have felt her gaze on him, because he turned to face her, and their eyes locked. Neither broke their stare until the wedding march began, jolting Hanna back to reality, preparing to watch Spencer make her way down the aisle on her father's arm.
After the ceremony, which was beautiful, of course, and even made Hanna tear up a few times, she and the rest of the wedding party were whisked off to take photos outside the reception location.
Hanna was distracted through the entire photo shoot, wanting to talk to Caleb. She needed to make sure he wasn't going to say, or even imply, anything about their relationship.
They finished just in time for the end of cocktail hour, and Hanna practically ran over to where cocktail hour was taking place, trying to get to Caleb. But before she could, she was greeted by Jordan, handing her a glass of champagne.
"You looked so beautiful up there, sweetheart," he told her, kissing her cheek.
"Thanks," she told him distractedly, looking around frantically, trying to spot Caleb.
Before she could find him, she heard his voice.
"Hello, Hanna."
She whipped around to see him, and his date, standing behind Jordan. Jordan turned as well, wrapping his arm around Hanna as they greeted the other pair.
"Caleb," she started nervously. She took this opportunity to look at Caleb, really look at him. He looked good. Like, really good. His suit was fitted, the fabric just barely grazing the skin underneath, brushing against the parts of his body that Hanna knew very well at this point. "How are you?"
"I'm great, thanks, how are you?" he replied politely.
"I'm great, too, just celebrating my best friend getting married. But what are you doing here, exactly?" she questioned pointedly.
"Well, Toby and I have been buds for years. He couldn't get married without me here." He and Toby had met junior year of high school when Toby had been doing some construction work in Ravenswood, and they had been friends ever since.
This did sound vaguely familiar to Hanna as she recalled Spencer mentioning something about them being friends.
"Well, how...great," Hanna said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.
"Yeah," Caleb agreed, gazing back at her. "This is Miranda." He put his arm around the petite brunette next to him, as she reached out to shake Hanna's hand.
"Hi, Miranda, it's nice to meet you," Hanna said pleasantly. "And this is my husband, Jordan." She gestured to him.
"We've met," Caleb reminded her as they greeted each other, before Jordan kissed Miranda on the cheek in greeting.
"Well...I guess we'll see you around," Hanna said, trying to end this awkward conversation, pulling Jordan behind her as she hurried away.
They made their way over to the barn where the reception was being held, stopping at the table at the entrance to pick up their escort cards to find out their table number. Spencer and Toby had opted for a sweethearts' table, rather than a head table, but Hanna just hoped that Spencer had placed her with all of her friends, and not Toby's weird cousins from Alabama, or worse, Melissa.
Emily and Samara, and Aria and her date, Jason DiLaurentis, were already there, picking up their escort cards.
"What table are you guys?" Aria asked.
"Three," Emily replied, holding up their place card.
"Same!" Aria chirped.
"Oh, thank god, me, too," Hanna said with relief.
Spencer walked up behind them, and, noticing that they all had their cards already, told Hanna, "I hope you don't mind, but I put Caleb and his plus one at your table, too. You're really the only person he even kind of knows here, besides us and my mom, and I felt bad sitting him with total strangers."
Hanna turned to Spencer with a horrified expression on her face.
"No, no, no, Spencer, you have to move him!" Hanna cried out.
Spencer looked surprised. "Look, Han, I know he's not your favorite person, but he's really not that bad."
"Spencer, you don't understand, you have to move him!" Hanna pleaded desperately.
"Han, I'm sorry, I can't. My mom, not to mention the wedding planner, will freak out if I touch the table arrangements. They spent weeks on them."
This was going to be the most uncomfortable dinner ever. She couldn't believe she had to sit at a table with her husband, the guy she was fucking behind her husband's back on a very regular basis, and his date, not to mention her best friends who knew her better than anyone and can tell whenever she's acting weird.
She groaned, but followed her friends and husband to table three anyway.
They sat together for a few minutes, chatting and catching up, and Caleb and Miranda still hadn't shown up.
Maybe they're already gone, Hanna thought excitedly. Maybe Miranda suddenly came down with something and they had to leave right from the cocktail hour.
Before she could get her hopes up too much, though, there they were, making their way closer and closer to table three.
Or they were making out in some deserted hallway, Hanna considered with disgust, her earlier hope vanishing. But it wouldn't matter even if they were making out, obviously, because Hanna didn't care. Sure, she and Caleb had had sex many times, too many for Hanna to even keep track of, but it was over now. For good. For real this time. She didn't care who he was dating, making out with, bringing to her best friend's wedding, sleeping with, whatever. It didn't matter. Hanna couldn't care less. So why did she feel such strong disdain towards Miranda, when the girl hadn't even said more than a "Hello, nice to meet you" to her?
"Hey," Caleb greeted the table as they arrived, looking at all the faces. "I think I've met all of you expect...you." He pointed to Jason, seated at Aria's side.
God, he was so rude. Had he never heard of decorum? Hanna wondered. She had no idea what she had ever seen in him, why she had succumbed to him time and time again. Well there was that thing he did with his tongue...
Hanna shook off the thoughts running through her head, ashamed of herself, and angry with her brain for betraying her like that.
"I'm Caleb," he introduced himself to Jason. "And this is Miranda," he introduced Miranda to everyone else.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jason," the blonde replied.
Caleb and Miranda took their seats across from Emily and Samara, between Aria and Jason and Hanna and Jordan. Just her luck, Caleb ended up taking the seat immediately left of Hanna - she really should have thought this through better, should have made Jordan sit on her other side so that there was no free seat next to her - and Hanna wouldn't even look at him.
She really couldn't believe this was happening. Millions of people cheat on their partners, or, so she assumed, but, of course, she would be the one stuck sitting next to the guy at a wedding.
"So are you here for the bride or the groom?" Jason asked Caleb.
"Both, I guess," he replied. "I've known Toby for years, but I'm also working on Spencer's mother's campaign now. Which means I've also been working very closely with Miss Hanna, here."
Hanna's head snapped up as she heard her name. She glared at him, and he just looked back at her with his signature smirk.
The table talked some more as the waitstaff ran around delivering everyone's meals.
Hanna almost jumped out of her seat when she felt a hand on her knee underneath the table. She glanced over at Caleb, but he was turned away from her, seemingly completely engrossed in conversation with the others. He rubbed small circles on her knee for a while, squeezing gently every so often, before she felt his hand go further up her leg, well under the hem of her dress now, rubbing her inner thigh.
Hanna attempted to act natural, tried to ignore the hand that was setting her skin on fire. She pretended to be interested in the conversation at the table, but she was very distracted.
At one point, Emily asked Miranda about herself. Oh, she's a biochemical engineer, from Miami, she must be so fucking smart. No wonder Caleb seemed to be hanging on to her every word, Hanna thought to herself. Although she was irritated that he seemed to be paying so much attention to Miranda, she knew he was definitely paying attention to her, too, given the way his hand was exploring her upper leg so eagerly.
She inhaled a sharp breath as she felt his hand creep up even higher, until his fingers brushed against the lace of her thong. She knew she should force his hand off of her - her husband was sitting less than a foot away - so what was stopping her?
She stifled a gasp as she felt Caleb slip two digits under the fabric of her panties, running them up and down her slick folds, before pushing into her slightly.
She squirmed in her seat uncomfortably as his fingers made their way deeper, her heart racing, partly because of how turned on she was, and partly because of their surroundings.
She couldn't believe she was letting Caleb finger her right next to her husband.
"You know, I just love weddings, don't you?" Caleb asked, seemingly out of the blue, looking around the table at everyone. Hanna's eyes widened in horror. His fingers were still inside of her, and despite the fact that his teasing was hidden by the table, he really shouldn't have been drawing any attention to them right now. "Marriage is such a beautiful thing. Such a big commitment, but so sacred. Promising to be with one person for the rest of your life, forsaking all others, I mean, it's just magical, isn't it?"
To everyone else at the table, Caleb probably looked and sounded completely genuine, in awe of the sacrament of marriage. But Hanna had spent enough time around him to notice that arrogant look on his face; he was mocking her. Right here, in front of her husband.
She reached under the table, grabbing his hand out from under her dress and throwing it off of her. He didn't get to touch her if he was going to act like this.
But his hand went right back to her knee, stroking it gently again, and it felt so nice that she couldn't seem to bring herself to swat it away.
She shot daggers at him, but he just looked back innocently, an expression of mock confusion on his face.
"You guys are married, right?" he gestured to Emily and Samara and Hanna and Jordan. "Is it as amazing as it seems?"
Hanna could murder him right now, she was so angry. Or she could just beat him at his own game.
"It is wonderful, isn't it, darling?" Hanna said, turning to face Jordan, looking into his eyes lovingly. He agreed, and she leaned in to kiss him deeply, resting her hand on his upper leg. Everyone was definitely uncomfortable by the time Hanna finally pulled away, including Jordan, but Hanna didn't care. She wanted to make sure Caleb got the point that he better keep his mouth shut.
But when she looked back at him, he didn't even seem to be paying attention. He had already turned his focus towards Emily and Samara.
"Of course being married is great, but it's not always perfect," Samara was telling him.
"Yeah, we've definitely hit a few rough patches," Emily agreed. "Marriage takes a lot of hard work, but it's worth it in the end."
Emily and Samara were looking deep into each others' eyes by this point.
"So you'd never, say, turn to someone else when you're not getting what you need from your partner?" Caleb questioned.
Clearly, Caleb had not gotten the message to shut up.
So Hanna kicked him, hard, under the table, the pointed toe of her heel connecting with his shin. She could see him wince slightly, but he hid it well, and she didn't think anyone else noticed.
"Of course not!" Samara replied, horrified. "Like Em said, it's hard work sometimes, but it's worth it."
"You know what," Hanna interrupted, standing up. "I am going to go...get us some drinks. Does anybody want anything?" She really needed to get out of here.
Everyone started telling her their drink orders, and she had an idea.
"I won't be able to carry all of these; I could use some help," she announced.
Jordan made a motion to stand up, but she pushed him back down into his chair.
"Caleb, do you mind? I had a question about the campaign I wanted to ask you anyway."
"Not at all," he smirked at her, standing up.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she spat at him as soon as they were out of earshot of the table.
"I'm just making conversation," he said innocently, grinning. "Unless you were talking about the...finger thing," he lowered his voice. "That was just me having a little fun with you."
The "finger thing" was not what she had a problem with - even if she knew she was supposed to have a problem with it.
"Bullshit. But you need to shut the hell up. Whatever we had, is in the past. It's never happening again, so it never needs to be talked about again. I am a loving wife devoted to her husband."
"I've heard that one once or twice or a thousand times," he sniggered.
"Well, I mean it this time," she snapped back.
"You always 'mean it', Hanna. But that doesn't stop you from riding my dick and crawling into my bed and moaning my name every time your 'beloved' husband goes out of town."
"Shut up, Caleb!" she demanded as they reached the open bar. "I'm serious. I am never having sex with you again. Ever."
He laughed. "I'll believe that when I see it. Or, don't see it, I guess."
She relayed the drink orders to the bartender before turning her attention back to Caleb.
"Seriously, please stop. He can't find out," she begged.
He felt bad, now that she was begging. He never meant to make her this uncomfortable, he just wanted to have his fun with her.
"Okay, fine. I'm sorry," he said honestly.
"Thank you," she replied, calmer now, adjusting the top of the uncomfortable, unflattering dress she was wearing.
"Is something wrong?" he asked her as she just kept messing with the dress.
"This dress doesn't fit right!" she complained. "And I couldn't find the right bra for it, which means I probably have back fat, I mean, you could be the skinniest person in the world and - "
"Trust me, Han," he interrupted her. "Definitely no back fat," he said as he blatantly checked her out. "You look stunning."
"So Miranda seems nice," she commented casually, changing the subject.
She let that statement hang in the air between them, sneaking glances at his face to try to read his reaction, but he didn't give much away.
"She is," he said simply.
"I didn't realize you were seeing anybody."
Obviously she knew their relationship wasn't exclusive, for obvious reasons, but she didn't realize he had been going outside of their arrangement as well.
"Well, it's really none of your business, seeing as you have absolutely no right to be jealous."
"Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I am not jealous."
"You keep telling yourself that. But I really like it when you're jealous," he winked at her.
"Does she know we're sleeping together?" she asked him.
"Does your husband?" he shot back. "You know, I'm surprised to even see him here. You've been at my place so often lately, I was beginning to think he'd moved away permanently or something."
"Keep dreaming," she retorted, rolling her eyes. She knew that he enjoyed their...activities just as much as she did. "You could have given me a heads up that you were gonna be here, ya know!"
"I could have," he agreed, shrugging. "But where's the fun in that? I wouldn't have gotten to see that shocked, terrified expression on your gorgeous face when you saw me."
God, he was such an ass. How could he go from being so sweet sometimes, making her breakfast and filling her gas tank and playing with his dog together, back to this?
"I don't get you!" she exclaimed, frustrated. "You can be so sweet, so considerate, and yet you choose to act like this 90 percent of the time."
"Like what?" he questioned.
"Like...arrogant and cocky and smug and sarcastic and a dick," she blurted out.
"Ouch," he said, putting his hand over his heart. "Tell me how you really feel." He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Besides, I thought you liked my dick. Thought you liked when my dick hit you right...there."
He wasn't even touching her, and yet she could feel her panties dampening again.
"Caleb, seriously, shut up," she told him, out of breath, pushing him away from her.
He laughed, as the bartender put their drinks on the counter. They each grabbed several, struggling to hold them all upright, before making their way back to their table.
After dinner, Caleb kept his distance on the dance floor. He had clearly taken her pleas to heart. But she saw him a few different times dancing with Miranda, twirling her around, and even dipping her down once or twice, both of them laughing loudly.
Hanna couldn't stop her mind from wandering as she danced with Jordan.
How had they met? How long had they known each other? Was it serious? Was he about to end things with her and commit to someone who could actually be with him for real?
She knew she had just told him things were over, for good this time, but even she didn't believe herself at this point. She had told him that pretty much every single time she left his house. And, honestly, she didn't really want it to end. She knew she should want that, but she didn't. Being with Caleb was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. He knew how to turn her on like no other, and the orgasms he brought her to were so incredible that they felt sinful. (Which, she supposed, they kind of were.)
At one point, when Caleb was alone (she assumed Miss Biochemical Engineer was in the bathroom or something), she saw her middle school nemesis, Kate Randall, who also happened to be a Hastings family friend, sidle up to Caleb. Kate had made Hanna's life hell in middle school. Despite Hanna being rich and pretty, she didn't really become popular until high school, when she started hanging out with Alison DiLaurentis and the other girls. And in middle school, Kate had teased Hanna mercilessly, and Hanna still held a grudge. Which made it even worse when she heard Kate totally flirting with Caleb. Her Caleb. (Well, you know.)
"That is a...very handsome suit," she heard Kate tell Caleb, in what Hanna assumed Kate thought was a seductive voice.
"And that is a...very pretty dress," he replied. Oh, god, he couldn't really be falling for this, right? She had definitely complained about Kate to him before - she would be incredibly pissed off if he hooked up with her anyway, knowing what a conniving bitch she was.
But then he leaned in close, and Hanna could just hear him say, "But you should know it gives you back fat."
Hanna almost choked on the champagne she was drinking as she saw Kate's horrified face, spitting it back into the glass as Jordan gave her a strange look.
Between too many glasses of champagne, hearing Caleb stand up to her nemesis the way he did, her jealousy over seeing Caleb and Miranda together, and the fact that she still hadn't gotten a release after his teasing earlier that evening, Hanna was incredibly turned on.
She knew the right thing to do would be to go get her husband and lead him to their hotel room and roll around with him all night long.
But she also knew that that wasn't what she really wanted, really needed, right now - she knew that that wouldn't make her feel nearly as good as...an alternative option.
So when she spotted Caleb at the bar, she subtly made her way over to him, muttering, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes," to him before sidling away, not even waiting for a response. She knew he'd be there.
About four and a half minutes later, Hanna excused herself from her dance with Jordan, telling him she needed to use the restroom.
When she reached the bathroom, she hesitated outside, considering how to alert Caleb of her presence, how to make sure it was him before she just barged in, when she suddenly felt a hand cover her mouth from behind, quickly pulling her into one of the large rooms and pressing her against the wall roughly.
Her heart was racing as she watched Caleb lock the door behind them.
That was fucking hot.
He smirked at her as he turned to face her, resting his hands on the wall on either side of her, before he raised his eyebrows at her and said, "I thought you were done having sex with me."
"Shut up," she demanded, rolling her eyes, already feeling the heat pooling in her stomach. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," she purred, running a hand down his chest and brushing it against his crotch.
"Your wish is my command, Princess," he said smugly, as she rolled her eyes again, wrapping her arms around his neck eagerly and pulling his face down to meet hers.
She kissed him urgently, immediately parting her lips to grant him entrance.
Their tongues tangled together as he ran his hands down her body, squeezing her ass through the thick fabric of the bridesmaid's dress she was wearing.
Although she usually loved Caleb's foreplay, she really just needed him inside of her right now. It also didn't help that she didn't know how much time they had before people started to notice they were missing.
"Caleb, I...I need you to fuck me," she whispered breathlessly, fumbling with the clasp on his dress pants, before tugging them down to his ankles. She was already so turned on, and she wanted to get him naked as soon as possible. "I need you inside me."
He smirked at her desperation as she reached for his boxers, yanking those down as well.
He didn't even bother kicking the articles of clothing fully off before he was shoving Hanna's dress up above her waist, and tugging her panties down her legs as he prepared to enter her, and she moaned as he finally did, so loudly that he thought for sure every last person at the wedding could hear her.
He immediately picked up the pace, thrusting into her quickly and forcefully, knowing she wasn't in the mood to take it slow.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked teasingly, a cocky undertone to his voice, driving into her over and over again, already knowing this was exactly what she wanted. They had spent enough time together for him to know exactly what she liked, exactly how she liked to be fucked, and he was eager to please.
"I needed this so badly," she murmured. She had been thinking about this, aching for this, all night long.
"Me, too," he whispered in her ear, before biting down on her earlobe, tugging it with his teeth, which he knew for a fact was one of her biggest turn-ons.
She threw her head back in pleasure, moaning as his lips moved to her neck, nibbling and sucking at her pulse point. At this point, she didn't even care that it would leave a mark; it was so worth it. She lost all control when she was with Caleb; nothing else mattered but the feeling of his warm skin under her fingers as her hands eagerly explored every inch of his body, the feeling of his lips setting fire to her sensitive skin, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her.
"Oh, god, Caleb, yes!" she cried as he drove into her. "Yes, Caleb, yes, yes, right there!" she moaned as he hit her G-spot with each and every thrust. "Oh, god, right there! Faster! Please, Caleb, faster!" she urged, running her hands through his dark hair and tugging so hard it was almost painful for him. But he was experiencing many other sensations that were plenty distracting as he pounded into the beautiful blonde. "Oh, god, harder! Please, Caleb, harder!"
He didn't know how much harder he could go without hurting her, but she was giving him permission to push the boundaries and go even deeper, and he wasn't about to pass up that opportunity. He picked up the pace even more, burying himself inside of her as far as he could go.
Caleb held Hanna's arms roughly above her head, turning her on beyond belief. She wrapped her leg around his waist to get even deeper penetration, rocking her hips in perfect time with his, and with each thrust, Hanna could feel herself getting closer and closer to an incredible orgasm. She could tell Caleb was getting close, too, by the way his grip on her wrists tightened, and the way he grunted loudly with each thrust.
"Fuck, baby, yes, that's so good!" Hanna cried, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands on his bare ass pulling him even closer. She usually wasn't this vocal during sex, but she just couldn't help herself today. She had already been so on edge before Caleb had even touched her - she had needed this. Badly. And that fact paired with how risky and exciting this was, how many people they knew at this same event who might catch them at any moment, meant that she just couldn't seem to stop herself from saying all the things she wanted to, expressing her appreciation for just how incredible he was making her feel. "Fuck, Caleb, that's incredible!" she moaned. "Shit, that feels amazing! Oh, god, yes! Yes, yes! Fuck, that's so good! Oh, god, Caleb!"
He buried his face in the crook of her neck to muffle his loud groans; he didn't typically get this many words of encouragement from her, and it was going straight to his cock.
"Jesus Christ, Hanna," Caleb hissed. "Fuck, baby," he moaned, echoing her. "Shit, Hanna!"
She grabbed his tie and used it to pull him toward her roughly, craving the feeling of his lips on hers again. Their lips crashed together, before immediately falling into sync, moving together perfectly.
He lifted her up off the floor fully, encouraging her to wrap both of her legs around his waist now, as he kneaded her bare ass.
"Holy fucking shit, Hanna!" he cried out. If she could be way too loud than was acceptable for a public restroom, then so could he. "You feel incredible! Jesus Christ, Hanna, you're so tight! God, baby, you feel incredible!" he repeated. He still couldn't get over just how amazing she felt around his cock, every single time. "Shit, Hanna, that's good, that's so good, you feel so good! Han-na!" he groaned. "Oh, god, Hanna!" he moaned as he felt her tighten around him.
She smirked, pleased at the fact that she was making him feel just as good as he was making her feel. But that smirk was quickly wiped off her face as she gasped at a particularly deep thrust.
They were both moaning so loudly, completely overwhelmed by the most ridiculous pleasure imaginable, that they didn't hear the knocking on the door until they heard the voice that accompanied the fist.
"Hanna? Are you in there?" Hanna immediately recognized Jordan's voice, his thick Australian accent, and Caleb must have recognized it, too, because he stilled his movements completely, his cock still buried deep inside of her and stretching her deliciously.
Telling Jordan she was going to the restroom was definitely a bad move. She should have come up with a lie - of course he would come looking for her when she didn't come back.
Hanna knew they should stop - she was letting another guy fuck her while her husband was standing right outside the door. But she didn't want to stop. She was so close, and she needed this release. She could feel herself throbbing around Caleb's cock as she waited impatiently for him to start thrusting again.
Caleb could tell that it was taking everything in Hanna not to giggle and give them away.
"Shhh," he whispered, pressing a finger against her lips.
Hanna just smirked at him. Did it make her a terrible person that her husband being right outside was turning her on even more? Something about the sneaking around was just so hot to Hanna.
She truly could not care less about Jordan right now; all she cared about in this moment was Caleb, so she ignored the fact that her husband was standing outside, tightening her legs around Caleb's waist, running her hands up his bare back under his dress shirt, teasing him, as her lips attacked his neck with urgent kisses.
"Hanna," he hissed as he felt her sucking at the sensitive skin. "What do you want?" he murmured in her ear. He desperately wanted to keep driving into her, but he knew that her husband being so close to catching them might have derailed their plans a bit.
Her lips left his neck to move to his ear, nibbling his earlobe gently, before she whispered huskily, "I want you to make me come."
"You are a very naughty girl, Hanna," he whispered with a grin. Not that he minded. The naughtier the better, if this is what he got out of it.
With that, Caleb connected their lips again, kissing her passionately, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting her, as he began thrusting deeply into her again, starting slow, and then suddenly increasing the pace.
Hanna couldn't believe how much she wanted to keep fucking Caleb while her husband was standing right on the other side of the door.
Hanna couldn't help but let out a loud moan at a particularly deep and satisfying thrust, forcing Caleb to place a hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds. As much as he teased Hanna about it, he didn't want them to get caught, either. He didn't want anything to jeopardize this incredible arrangement they had.
"Hanna?" They heard the knock, and the voice, again.
"I don't care," Hanna rushed out. "Don't stop," she murmured. "Please don't stop. Oh, god, keep going," she groaned.
Caleb smirked at Hanna - he was getting incredibly turned on by the fact that he was fucking the guy's wife while he was standing right outside the door, apparently even listening to them.
"Caleb, I'm getting really clo-ose," she moaned into his hand, prompting him to capture her lips with his own again so he could swallow her moans.
He pounded into her even harder and faster, before he felt her snap, her juices gushing around them.
He desperately wanted to join her in her high, but he wasn't quite there yet. Without even giving her time to recover from her mind-blowing orgasm, he continued to thrust into her, varying the depth and the speed to try to send himself tumbling over the edge with her.
She was placing kisses all over his neck again, her fingers digging into his bare ass, as he had her insanely turned on yet again.
"Caleb," she moaned, a low, guttural sound coming from somewhere deep inside of her, and if she hadn't been so caught up with so many other feelings right now, she knew she would be completely mortified that she had just let that sound come out of her mouth.
She grinded her hips against him as he continued to drive into her roughly, and by the time he came, moaning her name into the crook of her neck, she was already on the precipice again, and she could feel herself letting go as he spilled his load inside of her. Hanna was amazed at how quickly he could bring her to another unbelievable orgasm.
As they recovered, they stared into each other's eyes as they stayed as silent as possible, both attempting not to laugh as they tried to determine if Jordan was still out there.
Hanna whimpered as Caleb eventually pulled out of her and put her back down on the ground, missing the feeling already.
"What should we do?" Caleb whispered, his sweaty forehead pressed against Hanna's. They both assumed Jordan was gone due to the fact that they hadn't heard anything from the other side of the door in a while, but they didn't want to be too loud, just in case.
Both of them would have been up for another round, but they knew that that would be pushing their luck.
Instead, she settled for just kissing him, hard, already missing the taste of him as soon as she pulled away.
"First, we need to get cleaned up," she murmured, glancing sideways into the mirror, seeing intense sex hair and flushed cheeks looking back at her, telltale signs of an incredible, but very wrong, lovemaking session with a man who was not her husband.
She attempted to smooth down her dress the best she could as Caleb took a few steps back from her, running his hand through his hair as he looked in the mirror, too.
He pulled his boxers and his pants back up, before he picked up her panties from the floor.
"Uh, babe?" he said, making her turn to face him. "You probably don't want to put these back on," he said as he held up the lace thong.
Hanna moved closer to him to take them back; of course he would want her walking around panty-less, but she couldn't do that, not at a wedding. Talk about low class.
But as soon as she got close enough, she was hit with the overwhelming scent of them.
"Oh, god," she groaned. They reeked of sex, and would be a dead giveaway if anyone got anywhere close to her.
"I think I'll just keep these, then," he said with a smirk, pocketing the tiny piece of lace.
"Sure, why don't you go add them to your collection?" Hanna muttered, making him chuckle.
Hanna made her way back to the mirror, using a paper towel to blot her sweaty face, rubbing the smudged mascara from under her eyes, and running her fingers through her hair, attempting to tame it.
"Don't worry, you look gorgeous," Caleb murmured as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss against the back of her head.
And there he was, being so sweet again. This is exactly how she always ended up going back to him again and again.
"I look like I just got fucked," she sighed. She had done her best to fix her appearance, but she knew she most certainly did not look as put-together as she did at the beginning of the night. Hopefully no one looked too closely at her, didn't notice her flushed face or the sweat glistening on her entire body.
"Well, you most definitely did just get fucked," Caleb pointed out cockily with a grin.
She turned in his arms to face him, and when she did, she laughed as she noticed the smudges of her lip color all over his neck.
"Look what I did to you," she giggled, as she stroked one of the marks tenderly.
He hadn't even noticed anything, so he looked in the mirror to see what she was talking about.
"Wow," he laughed. "You were all over me," he said with a cocky smirk.
"Yeah," she agreed softly, wetting a paper towel and starting to gently wipe the makeup away, erasing any evidence of their time together. "I can't seem to help it when I'm with you."
"So what are you gonna do about your husband?" he asked gently.
"Lead him as far from here as possible," she replied with a sigh.
So she took out her phone and texted him to meet her at the photo booth, saying she had met up with her friends after the bathroom.
She reluctantly said goodbye to Caleb, giving him one last hard kiss before she snuck out of the restroom, while he waited a couple of minutes so that no one saw them leaving together.
She met Jordan at the photo booth, way on the other side of the venue, staying true to her word of leading him as far from her and Caleb's hookup spot as possible. He was waiting for her there, and she apologized for how long she was gone, explaining that she had run into Aria and Emily and Samara on her way back from the bathroom, and they had dragged her to the flower wall and made her take photo after photo after photo.
"You want to hear a funny story?" Jordan asked as they waited in line for the booth.
"Sure," Hanna agreed, knowing that his "funny" stories typically weren't actually all that funny.
"Well, when you didn't come back, I went looking for you. I started at the restrooms, and I knocked on one of the doors to see if you were in there," he began, and Hanna tensed, worried for what he was going to say next. She had no idea how long he'd been out there, or how much he had heard. She didn't think her abundant moans and groans were that recognizable, but she had also screamed Caleb's name along with a number of different expletives many times, and him hearing that most likely would have given her away. "I wait for a few seconds, but no one answers, so obviously it's not you - you must have already met up with your friends by this point. But then, right as I'm about to walk away, I hear all these moans coming from inside. There was definitely two people going at it in there," he concluded with a chuckle. "And by the sound of it, it was some pretty incredible intercourse. They certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves." He had no idea just how incredible it was, Hanna thought to herself. That might have just been the best sex of her entire life. But leave it to Jordan to nearly ruin it by calling it "intercourse."
She widened her eyes as she forced a laugh.
"Wow, that's crazy," she said as convincingly as possible. He genuinely didn't sound like he suspected anything, though, which was a huge relief.
"If I had to place my bets on someone, it would be that Caleb guy," he told her. "And...Miranda, was it? He doesn't exactly seem like the most posh fellow I've ever met."
Hanna forced another laugh. "Yeah, I wouldn't put it past him," she muttered.
She used to have standards. Now she was fucking Caleb Rivers in a public restroom while her husband listened in on them. She had no idea what had gotten into her. Actually, scratch that. She knew exactly what, or rather, who, had gotten into her.
At least it was a nice restroom, though. Clean, family size room, not like those tiny, cheap stalls.
"You are absolutely glowing, darling," Jordan interrupted her thoughts. "Are you using a new face cream?"
"Yeah, something like that," Hanna lied. She was so going to hell. But as long as Caleb Rivers came with her, she could live with that.
At the end of the night, after waving goodbye to Spencer and Toby in their "Just Married" Rolls-Royce, Hanna went back into the barn to get the jacket she had checked.
While waiting outside of the coat check, Caleb came out of the room, whispering in her ear as he passed, "For the record, Han, Miranda's just a friend. But it was fun seeing you get all jealous. I guess you really do care more than you pretend to. Oh, and, I had a hell of a lot of fun with you tonight."
Hanna knew she shouldn't have felt this relieved, but she definitely was. She also shouldn't have been all that surprised, given the fact that he had spent a good chunk of the night pleasuring her, Miranda nowhere to be found. But she was just so relieved to hear Caleb wasn't seeing other people. Or, at the very least, he wasn't seeing the gorgeous brunette called Miranda.
Sooooo, what'd ya think? Is the latter half of the chapter out of character for them, especially Hanna? Maybe. Is it unrealistic? Possibly. But is it really fucking hot? I think so! And I hope you do, too!
And is Jordan a complete and total, clueless, naïve dimwit? Why, yes, yes he is. (I just call 'em like I see 'em!)
Also, I know there's been a lot of smut lately, but that's about to slow down in a big way, and we're going to get a lot more sweet moments/romance/Haleb falling for each other. But there is definitely more smut coming, don't worry! It's just not going to be every single chapter anymore, haha.
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