All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18+
Austin: Get your ass in here.
Me: The ceremony is supposed to start in less than 30 min.
Austin: All the more reason for you to hurry.
I slipped away from the group of bridesmaids without really excusing myself. My heels clicked on the stone flooring of the church as I passed several guests still coming in and my parents as they spoke quietly to the officiant.
Once in another dimly lit hallway, this one quieter and without the bustling activity naturally surrounding a bride, I heard the laughing and carrying on inside the groom's dressing room.
I lifted a closed fist and knocked on the door.
Austin jerked it open immediately like he'd been guarding it with his hand on the knob.
I pasted a smile on my face. "Everybody decent?"
Six sets of eyes turned to me. "Hey! Little Johnson!" One of them called.
I rolled my eyes. As the baby sister, I was to expect a certain amount of inappropriate teasing from my brother's friends. Doesn't mean I had to like it.
"Alright, everybody out. I need to have a word with the groom."
They all collectively made their way to the door. "Sure you don't want a word with me instead?" Tony Malone, whom I'd known since birth, waggled his eyebrows at me.
"Knock it off shitface," my brother grumbled.
"Don't mind him, Laney, turns out weddings make big Johnson a dick."
"Just go mingle, Tony. I think I saw my friends seated in the back already."
"Yummy."
With that, the best man left and Austin practically slammed the door behind him.
"Jesus, would you calm down?"
"No," he barked grabbing me and pushing my back against the door he'd just closed before pressing his body to mine. His mouth was all over me in a rush, his tongue sliding through my lips.
I moaned into his mouth. I couldn't help it. He tasted like whiskey and I loved it. My hands wrapped around his neck, careful to avoid his styled hair when all I wanted to do was fist the black strands and pull.
This was a new development between us, just since he'd moved back home temporarily after his future wife decided they should hold out for the month leading up to the wedding.
Austin hadn't held out though. He'd tried. It wasn't his plan to fuck me, it just happened. Too many days together with me on summer break and him making sales calls working from home. Too many late nights in front of the tv, talking, just the two of us. And the nail in our coffin, the straw that broke the camel's back, an invitation to use the concert ticket his fiancée was abandoning thanks to the stomach flu.
Sometime between waiting with me in the long line for the ladies room, buying me drinks I wasn't legally allowed to have, and dancing up against each other to our favorite song, it had started to feel an awful lot like a date.
Much later, standing in our parents' kitchen, tipsy, guzzling water to replace all that we'd sweat out, he moved really close. We stood there and stared at each other, not talking. And then he kissed me. Or I kissed him. It doesn't matter which because we were both running hot from wanting it.
He ate my pussy as I perched carefully on the kitchen counter begging him to fuck me. And he did. But he carried me to his bedroom to do it.
The following morning dad asked him when Tonya had left and made fun of him for not holding out until the wedding like they'd planned. He obviously thought the girl moaning Austin's name all night had been my future sister-in-law.
As soon as we were alone, we went at it again that day. And again. And hadn't stopped. Austin had wanted to call off the wedding. I wouldn't let him, even though the things he'd whisper to me while he moved inside me made me fall madly in love with him.
"I need you, Laney." He groaned while he rocked his hips against me. The swish sound of the layered skirt of my bridesmaids dress reminded me of rustling sheets and having his muscled body, naked, on top of mine.
"We have to stop, Austin." I said it even as I reached down to feel his hard cock through his suit pants.
