A/N: That last chapter was funny, wasn't it?
Your reviews had me laughing, as well! Thanks!
CPOV
I wake the next morning with a killer headache. I rub my face with my hand. Thank fuck, we did this bachelor party shit the weekend before the wedding, not the night before. I'd hate to feel like this on my wedding day. My wedding day. I smile, thinking about it. One week left. I open my eyes, to see my chest covered with my come from last night and my other hand still stuffed in my boxer briefs, holding my dick. Fuck! What happened last night? It all comes back to me. The shots, the phone sex, me wanting a tattoo.
I get out of bed and go into the bathroom. I take a shower to clean my jizz off my chest. I wrap a towel around my waist and get some Advil for this fucking headache.
I dress in shorts and a polo shirt. I grab my phone from the bed. Fucking dead! I put it on the charger. It's early, I wonder if the other guys are up yet. I walk out to the great room and into the kitchen. I need some fucking coffee. Jose is sitting at the breakfast bar, eating cereal.
"Hey, man." Jose says. He takes another bite.
"Morning." I say and get a cup of coffee. Jose must have started a pot.
I sit next to Jose and drink my coffee.
"Sleep well?" He smirks.
"Yeah." I chuckle a little.
"Still want that tattoo?" He teases me.
I laugh, shaking my head. "No." I don't know what I was thinking last night. I was drunk. Jose had been drinking. Ana's face woul- Actually... "Yeah."
"What? Are you serious? You want Ana's face on your body?"
"No. Not her face. Her name."
"Oh, that's cool. Where?"
I hold up my left hand and point to my ring finger. The finger my wedding band will go on. Jose nods. He takes one last bite of his cereal and puts his bowl in the sink. He walks over to his bag, he brought in last night. He brings it back to the breakfast bar, where I'm sitting.
"You want to do this now?" I nod. "You're sure?" He cocks his head to the side.
"Yeah." I chuckle a little. Thank god, they didn't let me get a tattoo last night.
He sets everything up and gets to work. He puts 'Anastasia' on the top of my left ring finger. It's wrapped around, so when I wear my wedding band you wont be able to see it, but if I take it off, you will. Elliot and Ethan walk in the kitchen, when Jose's finishing.
"Oh, fuck. You did it." Elliot says. "Ana's going to fucking kill me. You actually went and done it. You got a tattoo of her face. Well, in my defense, I did say you could, once you were sober."
I hold up my hand, showing him. It's not her face, it's her name. Jose puts his stuff away and throws his gloves in the trash.
"That's fucking awesome!" Elliot says.
"I know." I look at it. I love it!
"Good thing you did that today and not last night." Kavanagh says. He's leaning on the counter, his arms crossed. "Or else it would have said 'Yolanda'." I glare at him. The fuck it would have!
"Well, since the mighty fine, Mrs. Gail Jones is not here, we're going to IHOP for breakfast. So, let's go. I'm famished." Elliot says.
We all leave, getting into Elliot's truck, and to go to IHOP for breakfast.
APOV
I wake alone in bed. Where's Kate? I get out of bed and go into the en suite bathroom, to shower. My hair is still braided from last night, so I'm careful not to get my hair wet. I get out and I put on a white summer dress and flats. I take my hair out of the braid and it falls in loose waves, caused by being in the braid all night. I walk out of the bathroom and to the door. It wont open. Oh! I forgot I locked it last night, when Christian and I were having phone sex. Maybe that's why Kate isn't in here with me. I unlock the door and walk out.
I giggle, remembering Christian drunk dialing me. Drunk Christian is funny.
In the kitchen, Grace and Gail are cooking breakfast. Holly is making a fresh pot of coffee. Grandma Trevelyan, Kelly, Ros, and Andrea are at the kitchen table.
"Can I help with breakfast?" I ask.
"Oh, no, Ana. It's still your day, dear." Grace smiles at me. "You just have a seat and let us worry about breakfast."
I sit at the breakfast bar. "Coffee Ana?" Christian's Aunt Holly asks me.
"No. Thank you." I smile. "I don't drink coffee." I say to Aunt Holly. Gail hands me a glass of orange juice. I thank her.
"I'll have some coffee, please." Hannah says, walking into the kitchen. She sits at the breakfast bar. Holly gives her a cup of coffee.
"Where are Kate and Mia?" I ask the group, taking a drink of my juice.
"Those nudists are sleeping." Grandma Trevelyan says with humor in her tone.
I laugh once. "What?"
"They were coming in from outside, when I came in the kitchen this morning. I'm an early bird, ya see. Apparently, they're late owls who like to be in the nude." Grandma chuckles. "And here I thought it would be Christian's girl I'd see in the buff, from all the stories I've heard. Not Elliot's."
Oh my god! Kate and Mia were partying until the sun came up? If Grandma T stayed up later last night, she would have saw me, as well as Hannah. I walk out of the kitchen, laughing and go check on them. I walk up the stairs and to Mia's room. I open the door and peek inside. Kate and Mia are passed out on Mia's bed, still completely nude. Oh my god! If I wasn't me, I'd consider taking a photo for blackmail. I giggle, quietly.
I go inside and cover them with blankets. Kate has her mouth wide open. Mia is drooling. I giggle quietly, they look at hot mess. I leave, shutting the door quietly. And go back to the kitchen, to have breakfast with the other ladies. Gwen is now in the kitchen, when I return.
We all eat breakfast, minus one Kate and Mia. Hannah and I explain Kate and Mia's nudity. Just like when we were growing up... blame it on Kate. It's always her idea. Kelly understands. Kate brings me out of my shell. I tame her. That's why we are best friends. I didn't expect them to still be partying when the sun came up though. Crazy girls.
-RING-RING-RING-
I look at my phone. It's Christian.
"Hey! I was worried about you after you passed out last night."
"Well. Well. Well. So you're the 1-900 number my baby brother was calling late last night."
Elliot? I blush. "Elliot?"
"Elliot!" I hear Christian growl. "Give me my fucking phone!"
"I'll get right to it. Us men want to go to a strip joint. Chrissy here doesn't want to. Can he go?"
"I don't care. Do whatever you guys want." I say to him, then sternly say. "Just looking! No touching!"
"Cool. She said yes!" I hear some guys in the background getting excited.
"Give me my phone you asshole." Christian says to Elliot. "Baby?"
"Hi."
"I don't want strippers. I don't need strippers."
"It's fine Christian. It's your last night of single fun. Relax, I'm okay with you going to a strip club. Have fun."
"I don't want to. And, I'm not fucking single."
"Do whatever you want. I don't mind what you do. And you're not married, yet. So you're still classed as single, but you are not to mingle. You're mine."
"Only yours." I hear guys talking in the background.
"Who else are you with?"
"Ethan Kavanagh and Jose."
"Oh, cool! Well, have fun doing whatever you're doing. I'm going to finish my breakfast."
"Alright, baby. We're leaving IHOP now. I have no clue what this idiot has planned for tonight but I'm already dreading it."
"Don't be like that. Have fun, Christian. Strippers or not."
"Not." I giggle. "Come on, Christian!" I hear Elliot yell. "Alright!" Christian yells back. "I love you, baby."
"I love you more."
"I loved you first."
"I'll never stop loving you." I say what I texted him yesterday, grinning.
"You make me so fucking happy, baby." "Christian!" I hear a horn honking. "Alright, you dick! I'm coming!" I giggle at their brotherly banter. "I've gotta go, baby."
"Have fun. See ya tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." We hang up.
I look up to see all the ladies looking at me, smiling. "That was Christian. And Elliot. They're at IHOP."
"And want strippers." Grandma says amused.
"Not Christian." I giggle. "Just Elliot and the guys."
"Guys?" Grace asks.
"My friend, Jose and Kate's brother, Ethan are with them."
"Oh, how nice."
"I guess they went to IHOP because we have Gail here." I giggle.
"They should have had Carry deliver their breakfast, as well. I already had him deliver their food last night. You may be a very forgiving girl, Ana. But I'm having him work it off. He's been doing chores all week." Grace laughs. "That man made me so mad." She continues, shaking her head. "I think, you can only truly be mad at someone you really love. As mad as he can make me, I love him just the same." I smile at her.
We all continue to eat our breakfast.
After breakfast. Gail returns to Escala. Kelly, Andrea, Ros, and Gwen leave, as well.
Grace and Holly go to the store, to get last minute things for the rehearsal Barbeque. Grace and Carrick are throwing the rehearsal dinner, Friday. I suggested a barbeque. That was the first time Christian kissed me, was at their barbeque. I leave that detail out, but we're having a family barbeque for the rehearsal dinner.
Everyone left. Leaving Hannah, Grandma, and I at the house with a still sleeping, or passed out, Kate and Mia.
Hannah and I are in the kitchen making lunch. Grandma T is sitting at the table, giving marital advice. I take it all in. She's been married to the same man for many, many years.
We just sit down to eat, when a crazy haired, Mia and Kate walk in. Kate rubs her eyes and Mia is stretching.
"What's for breakfast?" Kate asks, yawning.
"It's lunch." We all let her know.
"Well, damn." Hannah and I giggle.
"You two sure do know how to party. Grandma said, she saw you two come in this morning. Still naked."
"Sure enough did." Grandma says. "Maybe I should get my girls pierced like Katie here." We all laugh at grandma. God I love her!
They sit at the table. "And we're going to party more tonight." Kate says.
"Yesterday was my party for you. Today is Kate's." Mia grins.
"It's bachelorette party time." Kate grins.
"The other's already left." I let them know.
"And I'm not sure I could hang with you youngins." We laugh again.
"Grandma, the bachelorette party is just going to be Ana, Hannah, Kate and me."
"Well ya'll have fun. Not too much. Stay clothed." We laugh, yet again, at grandma's comment.
Kate and Mia join us, eating lunch.
"Oh! And, we're going to go shopping after lunch." Mia squeals with Kate.
CPOV
Elliot pulls into IHOP. We all get out and walk in, like we own the fucking place. We all lift our shakes at once. Everyone in the place is starring at us.
"The party don't start, 'til we walk in." Elliot sings to us. We all laugh. He's an idiot.
Two waitresses quickly rush over to us. One obviously the winner.
"Hi, my name's Leandra." She purrs. "Table for four?"
"Yeah." Elliot winks. She swoons.
"Follow me." She turns and walks, swaying her hips way too fucking much.
I haven't been to IHOP since I was little. Dad used to bring us kids here whenever mom went away to a medical conference. It was our secret.
We all sit at the table, she showed us.
"What can I get you, for you?" She shakes her head. "You four... er today, this morning? Can I start you with anything? To drink?" I resist rolling my eyes.
"Coffee." I say curtly, ignoring her. "Black." I look at my menu. Three other, more politely, 'coffee's go around the table.
She's still standing at our table. I glare at her. She flushes and scurries away. I take my Ray-bans off my head and set them on the table. I run my hand through my hair. I can still party like I did when I was younger, I just can't recover like I did.
"So what are we doing today?" I ask Elliot.
"Strippers." Elliot grins and nods.
"No, Elliot!" I growl out.
"Oh, come on, man. I'm sure Ana wont mind."
"I don't care. I don't want strippers. I have no interest in watching someone take their clothes off, unless it's Ana."
"You're no fun. Fine. Give me your phone. I'll google places we can go."
"Use your own damn phone."
"I can't. My wifi is fucked up."
I roll my eyes and hand him my phone. The waitress returns with our coffees. Her cleavage showing a bit more.
"Are you ready to order? Or do you need a minute longer to decide?" She asks, less flustered than before.
"We're ready." I say. Well, I am. "I'll have two of the original buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup and bacon on the side, whole wheat toast, and one glass of orange juice."
The others order their food and the waitress leaves.
"There's a family fun center we could go to." Elliot says, looking at my phone. "It has go-carts, batting cages, mini golf."
I detest golf, but so much business is done on the fairways. Although, mini golf is much different. And hitting a few baseballs sounds like fun.
I nod.
"I gotta check into a hotel before we go. I came here last night and went straight to your apartment with Ethan."
"You can stay with me the whole weekend." I say to Jose.
"Thanks man."
The waitress soon returns with our food. We eat our breakfast, while the waitress comes to check on us every two fucking minutes.
"Well. Well. Well." I look up to see Elliot still has my phone and it's to his ear. Fuck! "So you're the 1-900 number my baby brother was calling late last night."
"Elliot!" I growl out at him. "Give me my fucking phone!"
"I'll get right to it. Us men want to go to a strip joint. Chrissy here doesn't want to. Can he go?"
I try reaching across the table for my phone but he pulls back, from my reach.
"Cool." He moves the phone slightly. "She said yes!"
"Alright!" He and Kavanagh high five.
"Give me my phone you asshole!" I finally get it from him. "Baby?"
"Hi."
"I don't want strippers. I don't need strippers." I also don't want her to have strippers.
"It's fine Christian. It's your last night of single fun. Relax. I'm okay with you going to a strip club. Have fun."
"I don't want to. And, I'm not fucking single."
"Do whatever you want. I don't mind what you do. And you're not married, yet. So you're still classified as single, but you are not to mingle. You're mine."
"Only yours." We finish eating. The waitress clears our table. She flirts with the other guys.
"Who else are you with?"
I pull out my wallet, to pay. But the guys bet me too it. Elliot pays and the others tip. I'm too engrossed, talking with my baby to care. I put my wallet back.
"Ethan Kavanagh and Jose."
"Oh, cool! Well, have fun doing whatever you're doing. I'm going to finish my breakfast."
"Alright, baby." The guys stand to leave. "We're leaving IHOP now." I follow the guys. "I have no clue what this idiot has planned for tonight but I'm already dreading it."
"Don't be like that. Have fun, Christian. Strippers or not." We walk outside.
"Not." I hear her giggle.
"Come on, Christian!" Elliot yells getting in his truck. Ethan and Jose, already in the back. I'm still standing in the parking lot, talking to Ana.
"Alright!" I yell back. "I love you, baby." I say to my Ana.
"I love you more."
"I loved you first." I say what I texted her yesterday.
"I'll never stop loving you." I grin.
"You make me so fucking happy, baby."
"Christian!" Elliot yells and honks his truck's horn.
"Alright, you dick! I'm coming!" I yell at him. "I gotta go, baby."
"Have fun. See ya tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." We hang up.
I walk to Elliot's truck and climb in the passenger side. Elliot pulls out of the lot.
"I have to stop by my place first." Elliot says.
"What the fuck for?" He grins.
"I need my gear." What the fuck? Gear? To mini golf?!
Elliot comes out of his apartment, wearing a T-shirt that says 'Mini Golf Legend' and some bold ass shorts with a fucking ugly diamond pattern on them. He even has on a pair of shoes that replicate old school golf cleats, but they're not. He strolls to his truck carrying a mini put club on his shoulder, whistling. He puts the putter in the back. He climbs into the driver's seat and starts the truck. He puts his shades on and pulls out into traffic. He looks over to me, seeing me starring at him, then back to the road.
"What?" He asks.
"What the fuck, dude?"
"What?"
I shake head. This is my brother.
He drives us to the family fun center.
APOV
"Well, do you like the heels, Ana?" Mia asks.
She and Kate dragged Hannah and I, to a designer boutique.
"Um . . . yeah, sure." They're ridiculously high heeled, silver, with straps around the ankle.
I look at the price tag. They're priced just over a thousand dollars.
"You'll get used to it, Ana." She grins. I smile at her. That's what everyone says. 'I'll get use to it.'
Hannah comes out of the dressing room, wearing a dress with only one sleeve.
"Ana." Kate says holding up a dress, if you can even call it that. It's a scrap of silver material. "Here, try it on." She hands it to me.
"Um, it's a bit short for me."
"Come on. You'll look fantastic in it."
"Yeah Ana. You have legs to die for." Mia chimes in. "You'll look great wearing that, with these heels, if we go clubbing tonight."
Kate wont tell any of us what her plans are tonight, so Mia is just speculating. The only thing Kate said, was after we do 'something', she wont say what the something is, we'll wear jeans and 'special' shirts. She wont say anything more.
"I really just want to wear jeans." I don't want to wear a short dress without Christian with me anyway.
I look at their skinny jeans they have. Kate puts the dress back. I get a few pairs of skin tight jeans. And a couple new dresses, I may be able to wear during our honeymoon. We all get new lingerie, as well. We continue shopping and this time, I pay for the items using the black, Christian Grey. Anastasia Steele. Amax card.
"Getting used to having money, yet?" Kate asks smiling.
"I'm informed it's part of the package."
Kate puts her arm around me. "You'll get use to it." See?
"How are you and Elliot doing?" I ask Kate, as we walk. We follow Mia and Hannah out of the store.
"Oh, Ana. I really, really like him." She whispers. "I've fallen in love with him. At first I thought it was just the great sex. But he's charming and kind and warm and funny. I could see us growing old together. You know... kids, grandkids, the works."
"Your happily every after." I whisper to her. She nods sadly. "Then why the long face?"
"He's not ready to settle down."
"Perhaps, you guys could talk about it?"
"We'll see." She shrugs. I hate seeing Kate like this.
"You're relationship is still new. I know I'm not one to speak, getting married only after being together for two months. But not every relationship has to move so fast. Just enjoy you're time together."
She smiles and we walk to the SUV together.
Sawyer opens the door for us. We all climb in.
We go to a beauty salon, to get our hair and nails done. While I get my hair done, I text Christian.
CPOV
We've already drove the go-carts. We're all pretty competitive guys. It was fucking fun! This may be a 'family' fun center, but it's still fun, and not a stripper in sight. We're halfway through mini golfing. Elliot is in the lead. Go figure, with a shirt like that. Too bad I can't do business on a mini putt course instead of the fairway. After we finish this game, we're hitting the batting cages. Then we'll have lunch.
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. It's a text from Ana.
I've spent a great deal of your money today. -A
Good. She must be shopping with the girls. If anyone can get Anastasia use to the money, it's Mia.
I'm glad. And it's our money. x -C
Enjoying your last day of freedom? **giggles** x -A
Surprisingly, yes. You? x -C
Boring start so far. Mia and Kate took me shopping. We're at a salon now. I'm getting my hair cut, as I text this message. x -A
WHAT?!
Don't cut too much off! I love your hair long. x -C
"Christian!" Elliot shouts. "No doing business on your, 'you know what', day! Put your phone away."
I look up and they are all at the next hole. I put my phone back in my pocket and walk, to join them.
"It wasn't business." I let him know. "It was Ana."
"That's even worse. No Ana, either. This is guys only weekend. No work. No ladies."
"Whatever."
We continue to play mini golf. Elliot, of course won. We head to the batting cages next. It feels great to hit the ball. After we finish, we all go back to Elliot's truck. He's driving us somewhere for lunch. Probably, the Mile High.
He pulls into a Hooters Restaurant lot. Seriously?! I scowl at him.
"Hey. It's not strippers."
"You idiot."
He shrugs and we all get out. Oh, Fuck! Here we go. It's IHOP all over again, but worse. The ladies pounce, seeing four attractive males enter. Unlike at IHOP, more than half a dozen women come swarming us. Also unlike IHOP, they all assist us.
"Hello, boys." They all purr together.
"Heeellllooo, ladies." Elliot lays on the charm. With one on each arm, he walks to a table with them.
One laches on the arm of Kavanagh and Jose, as well. Another comes over to me. She reaches for my arm. I step back.
"Don't fucking touch me." I growl out and walk to the table.
I sit. "Don't hate on the ladies, bro."
"Let's just order and get the fuck out of here." I look at my menu.
"Dude. Calm down. You're so mercurial. I don't know how Ana deals with you." He shakes his head. "You said no strippers... They're covered."
I run my hand through my hair. He's right.
"I apologize." I say to the lady that tried to escort me to our table, only slightly annoyed. "I don't like to be touched by anyone except my fiancé."
"It's cool." She stands near Elliot.
We order our food and wings. The ladies fawn over the other three and leave me completely alone. Good. Now, I'm having a much better time. When our food arrives, the ladies leave us, to eat. I even thank the girls, when they put my food in front of me.
"I'm gonna write about this in my best man's speech." Elliot starts eating his hot wings.
"What are you going on about?" I take a bite of my burger. "You're not speaking at the wedding." I wipe my mouth with a napkin.
"I'm the best man. Of course, I get to make a speech. It's going to say... How Ana's changed you. How she's a saint. How you're much easier to pacify."
"Whatever." I continue to eat my lunch.
"I don't have a brother." Kavanagh says. "But you two argue, just like Kate and I."
"I'm an only child." Jose says. "It's cool to see siblings interact. You guys seem like you have a good relationship. Funny too."
"We had the typical sibling rivalry growing up." Elliot tells them. "But as we got older, and we started our businesses. We haven't had much time to spend together. Christian's usually always busy. I don't know if it's because we're getting older and have more time. Or if it's Ana. But we've spent more time together lately. I'm going with Ana, because last year, this guy" He points his thumb at me. "sent me an email, that said, 'Happy birthday. Mom, made me send this.'."
I laugh at Elliot's joke. He's such an idiot. We went to Aspen for his birthday last year. I never sent him an email.
We finish our lunch and all go back to Escala, to change for tonight.
Elliot wants to go to a club. He assures me, I wont be seeing any strippers at this club. He tells us to dress relaxed because after we have a drink at this club, we're going bowling. When we're all ready, we go down to the lobby. In the elevator, Elliot is leaning against the wall. Just like that funny dude in that Hangover movie, Ana and I watched last week. I start laughing, thinking of the part, where that one guy tells another, 'you're literally too stupid to insult'. The guys just look at me, like I'm crazy. Elliot, staying in his position, looks over his shoulder at me, straight-faced, and looks back ahead. I chuckle at him. We walk out of the elevator and out the front door. Taylor is outside in front of a huge black party bus. What the fuck?
Elliot claps. "Let's go." He walks toward the bus.
"Why are we going to a club and a bowling alley, traveling in a party bus?" I follow him. There's only four of us.
"Because we can. And I've always wanted to rent one. These things are bad ass and your bachelor party weekend was the perfect excuse to rent one." Taylor opens the door for us, impassive as ever. "Let's go."
We get on the bus. Taylor shuts the door and walks around, getting into the driver's seat.
Inside, there are two black leather couches. They go down each side of the bus. Two stripper poles. A huge flat screen. A mini bar. And at the rear of the bus there is a door. Bathroom? I'm not sure. I don't give a fuck either.
I sit on the sofa. I take off my leather jacket and get comfortable. Taylor drives us, to our location.
Taylor pulls up to a fucking strip club!
"Elliot!" I growl out.
"Chill bro. It's for Ethan, Jose, and I. Not you. I've got you a surprise in the back, while we enjoy the strippers." I narrow my eyes at him. "Listen. It's not a bachelor party without some strippers. Us single guys want a show. You don't. So, I hired a chick to give you a dance. No stripping. She's already in the back waiting for you." He gets up, as do Kavanagh and Jose. "Enjoy!" They hurry off the bus.
No fucking way!
I walk to the back of the bus, to tell this chick she can get the fuck out. I open the door and see a girl with her back facing me. She's wearing your typical killer stripper heels and a black robe. Her hair is short and jet black. There's a chair in the middle of the room, next to a bed. I slam the door shut, to get her attention. She doesn't even jump, Hmmm... she just drops her robe. My eyes go straight to her ass. She has on the tiniest grey lace thong I have ever seen. And she has an incredible ass. I run my hand through my hair and quickly look away.
"Your brother mentioned ya don't like to be touched." She says in a thick southern belle accent. "I have my own no touching rule, as well."
I look out the tinted windows, seeing movement. Hmmm... She pushes a button on the player, the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails starts to play. I look back at her. Her ass still facing me.
"Sit and we can begin." Ms. Southern Belle says.
I smirk and sit in the chair.
She starts moving her hips, synchronizing her movements with the beat. He hands roaming her body. I can't keep my eyes off her sexy ass, in that tiny thong. She is hypnotizing. She gets down low and comes back up, moving her hips. She turns around smiling. I smirk at her. She slowly comes closer to me, biting her lip. She points a finger, touching my hand with it. She moves it along my arm, up to my neck, walking around behind me.
"If you touch me." She whispers in my ear. "I stop dancing."
She continues to move her finger down my other arm, swiping it off my other hand. She stands in front of me. Putting her hands on her breasts. Continuing to move her hips, while she fondles her girls. She moves one hand slowly down her body, onto her thigh, and cups her sex. I hear a slight moan. So fucking hot! I shift in the chair I'm sitting in. I'm already so fucking hard! She puts her hands in the air, and rubs them, as she walks toward me again. She puts her hands on my shoulders, raising her brow, questioning. I nod.
She straddles my lap. I instinctively grab her hips. She puts my hands back on the chair. She slowly moves, grinding on my lap. I grip the chair. I'm so tempted to grab her hips. And thrust mine! But I don't want her to stop dancing. She leans up and her tits brush against my face. I close my eyes. She puts her hands on my knees and leans back, grinding on me. I open my eyes, when I feel her get off my lap.
She turns around and starts grinding her sexy ass, in that tiny fucking scrap of lace, on my groin. Oh, fuck! I throw my head back and swallow hard. Stifling my moan. Fuck! I grip the chair tighter. She leans against my chest and slides down, swaying her hips as she goes. Once on the floor, she turns around. Kneeling in front of me, her hands on my thighs. She looks up at me, through her lashes. She's fucking beautiful! She looks at my crotch. I look as well. I can see a huge bulge, from my erection. Fuck I'm hard! She nips at my bulge, I buck my hips up.
She stands, turns around, that beautiful ass facing me again, and sits on my lap. She looks over her shoulder at me, biting her lip, grinding into my hard dick with her ass, making me even harder. I reach up and grasp her hips and thrusts my hips up. This time I don't stifle my moan. 'Mmmmm.' She takes my hands and puts them back on the chair's arms. Fuck this shit! I undo my belt, the button of my jeans and unzip my pants. I pull out my, hard as fuck, erection and rip her panties from her body. I lift her and slide her onto my hard dick. She's so fucking wet! I groan, loudly. I could come right fucking now!
"Oh!" She moans out and throws her head back.
I grab her hips, holding her, and start thrusting my hips into her. Fuck! She's tight! She bounces on my lap, moaning. I reach up and pinch her nipple. She falls back onto my chest. I continue to flex my hips. Her legs spread wide open for me, one on each side of mine. Her hands on the chair. She grabs my other hand, that is still holding her hip and brings it to her clit. She knows what she wants. I like that. She uses her arms to bounce herself. I start to play with her clit, while pinching her nipple and thrusting into her. Her juices all over my fingers. I kiss her neck. I run my nose along her neck, behind her ear.
"You're very wet"
I put my fingers in my mouth, covered in her juices, and suck on them. I close my eyes, moaning. She tastes fucking delicious! I stand, still balls deep inside her and bend her over the bed in the room. I smack her ass and put my hands back on her hips. I really start to move, bringing her back hard, on me. Pounding into her, again and again. I feel her already tight pussy, tighten around my dick. Oh, fuck! I tighten my grip on her hips. And slam into her.
"Come for me, you naughty girl."
A/N: Okay. So, I was going to cliffhang it here... but I didn't think you'd like that very much.
I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea. Some of you, I'm sure, have figured it out.
This is a no cheating story. No Cheating means NO CHEATING.
So for my loyal reviewers/readers... I will continue this chapter, and not leave it hanging.
Ready? -Enjoy!
She comes screaming out. I follow her, emptying myself inside this beautiful girl. Fuck!
I pull out of her. Juices covering my dick. I fall on my back, onto the bed and she collapses on my chest. I'm trying to catch my breath. She's panting.
"What the fuck... did you do... to your hair?" I pant out.
She leans up to look at me. "It's a wig."
She pulls it off, and her beautiful mahogany locks tumble down. I kiss her head.
"Good. I'm glad you didn't get it cut that short." Or dyed jet fucking black!
I grab a towel, that is conveniently placed near the bed, and clean my dick off. Then I pull my jeans back up. I clean her pussy and give it a kiss.
"I told you, I love fucking this pussy." She giggles.
She sits up, unstrapping her sexy as fuck heels, taking them off. She gets up and puts on a new pair of panties.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her. "Not that I'm complaining." She giggles.
I sit watching her as she jumps around, trying to get her sexy ass into some skin tight jeans.
"Apparently, Kate and Elliot arranged it. They wanted strippers, but we didn't. Your guys and my girls are in the strip club, while I gave you a personal lap dance, on this party bus." She says, putting on a white tank top. She looks over her shoulder at me sitting on the bed and smirks. "You weren't suppose to touch me."
"I couldn't help it." I smirk.
She turns around, walking back to me. I look at her shirt. It says Bride. She straddles my lap, arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist. She kisses me.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself." She murmurs against my lips. She giggles. "Good thing I was the one giving you the dance."
"Funny. Only you, baby." I kiss her. "I was actually coming in here to tell you to get the fuck out. But then I saw Mia, Kate, and Hannah run into the strip club looking like the fucking cotton candy gang." She giggles. "I suspected it was you, but when you turned around, I knew for sure."
"I love you, Christian."
"I love you, Anastasia."
A/N: Ta-da!
CG was monogamous with his subs, that he didn't care about. Why wouldn't he be monogamous with his love? NO CHEATING :)