Chapter 133 - WEDDING NIGHT PART 1

Kyle all but picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as he carried me out of the house. When he was close enough to me, he had just grabbed my elbow and swung me up into his arms. He was ready for the best part of any wedding: the wedding night.

"A bridal carry for the bride." He whispered to me.

"I'm pretty sure it's just over the threshold that you're supposed to carry her." Laremy laughed from near the stairs.

"There is a threshold on the way out of here as well as into the room tonight. I will carry her for as much of the time that she will let me." His grin was all for me though, since he didn't take his eyes from my face when he responded to Laremy.

"Whatever you say, studly. I was just pointing it out to you." Laremy's words made everyone still in the house, namely EZ, his lovers, and his family, start to laugh.

Kyle didn't seem to mind the laughter at all though, he just walked toward the door and EZ opened it for him.

"Have fun you two." EZ giggled. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do."

"Does that even leave anything?" Amethyst asked her brother with a laugh.

"Not really."

The laughter at EZ's response was cut off when he shut the door behind us.

"Are you going to put me down now?" I asked Kyle as he started down the stairs.

"Nope, not until we're in the limo." He grinned at me. "And then I am only putting you down on my lap."

"So, am I a doll that you just need to carry around now? Is that what being your wife means?" I rolled my eyes and laughed at him as he stepped into the back of the limo. The driver shut the door and gave us momentary privacy as he walked around the vehicle.

"No, you're not a doll, but tonight you get to be my toy. And I want to play with you all night long. 

He punctuated those words by sliding his hand up my thighs. I was currently sitting across his lap with my feet out to his side. That wouldn't do at all. Until we got to the hotel that he insisted on us having for the night, I could be the one in control.

With just a little bit of maneuvering, I managed to straddle him with one knee on either side of him, my arms were wrapped loosely around his neck and my breasts were right in front of his face.

"Hmm, I think I like this position better." The purr in his voice as he spoke felt like a roughened hand rubbing up my back. I shivered involuntarily from the feel of it.

"Yeah, I think I like it better too."My voice was husky, and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on. I have been fucking horny as all hell lately, and after what he had done last night, just leaving like that, I needed him even more that usual.

"Really? And what do you like so much about it?" His voice was deep, his words still tickling and rubbing their way over my body every time that he spoke.

"I like that I can tourture you of course." I grinned and pressed my core against him, grinding his already hard cock.

"Ah..ahh!" He moaned a little when he felt the firm pressure. "I think you might be onto something. I'm not sure yet though, I think you need to do some more research to find out what else you can do to torture me." The arousal in his voice had thickened, if that was even possible.

"So, you want me to torture you?" I asked as I pressed myself even harder against him. At that moment I felt the car begin to move but I paid no attention to it.

"Goddess yes." His words came out forcefully like he could barely hold back from screaming them. "Torture me now, and when I get your sexy little ass up to that room it will be my turn."

"Hmm, I think I like the sound of that." He grabbed my ass and squeezed firmly as he pressed himself back against me.

I slid off of his lap and double checked that the sound blocking black window had been raised. Good, it was, that meant that the driver couldn't see or hear us. Just to make sure though, I flicked on the radio and turned it up to drown out the sound.

When I got back to Kyle I ran my eyes over him; naked or clothed he was the sexiest man I had ever seen. He was sharp when dressed and hard when naked. Perfect for any situation.

My eyes lingered on one place that I could use to torture him with.

"Now, for torture to work, you need to do what I say when I say it." I did my best to purr and saw him shiver like I had.

"Whatever you want, baby. I'm putty in your hands."

"So agreeable." I laughed softly. "All you have to do is keep your hands to yourself." He shot an eyebrow up, but grinned at me nonetheless.

"That's all? Then it shouldn't be a problem."

"Oh, baby, you say that now." I was on my knees between his thighs before he registered what I was doing. "You say that now, but can you truly obey?"

I had the trousers of his tuxedo unzipped and was tugging them down his hips while he was still laughing at my words.

The sight of him, his poised and erect shaft right there in front of my face, it made my mouth water. I was going to do the only thing I could in the limo that wasn't outright sex with him. I'd do that too, but we didn't have the time for that.

With a hand wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft I stuck my tongue out and licked slowly up, the motion made him throw his head back and moan.

"Ngh!"

When he shuddered, as if he was feeling really good, I pulled him into my mouth. He was hot, hard, and delicious. I loved that he tasted just like he smelled. It was beyond amazing. And the feel of him filling my mouth, hard, hot, and yummy, I loved it.

I started to move my head for him then. I created a steady rhythm that was bound to drive him mad. He was moving with me, thrusting his hips up so that he met my mouth on the downward motion.

"Jacy! Oh, Goddess, Jacy! Ngh!" He was panting, moaning, calling my name; he was doing everything that he could to show me that he was enjoying every second of what I was doing.

I wrapped my hands around Kyle's thighs then, trying to keep him in position as I moved between his legs. Up and down, up and down, I luxuriated in the feeling of him as I pleasured him.

"Ngh! Oh, Goddess, Ah, NGH!" He was close and trying hard to hold back. "NGH! Jacy!"

At that moment, Kyle put his hands on the back of my head and held me down while he thrusted up into my mouth over and over again. I tried to pull back, but he held me in place thrusting again and again reaching as far back into my mouth as he could.

A moment later I felt him explode inside of my mouth. The hot, sticky warmth of him flowing down the back of my throat while his hands went slack and fell to the seat next to him.

I swallowed the fluid in my mouth as I pulled back and glared at him. I had to wonder if he held me down because the last time that I even attempted to give him a blow job, I pulled back and stopped at the last minute. Maybe he thought I was going to do it again, since I did say that I was going to torture him.

I grabbed a bottle of water that I saw sitting nearby and drank half of it in one drink before I tossed it aside. He was watching me now, still panting from his climax.

"You broke the rules." I growled at him.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop myself." He looked truly sorry, but still somehow happy. Damn him.

"That was supposed to be my time. Your time was supposed to start when we got to the hotel."

Right on cue, the car pulled to a stop, and we could see the bright lights of the hotel's entrance.

"Looks like we're there, so it's my time now." He pulled up the pants and buttoned them just in time for the valet to open the door of the limo. "Come with me, Mrs. Donovan, your night of passion awaits." He rumbled his words as he pulled me to my feet.