Chapter 57: The Perfect Present From The Best Maid Of Honour.
“Is this seat taken?” I purr to Jack.
He looks up, making me smirk because I got the reaction I wanted. His face turned red with blush creeping its way from his neck to the tip of his ears. His eyes were looking at my chest area more than necessary and when he realized I had caught him, he coughed and stood up, pulling my chair for me and sliding it back once I sat on it. I was wearing a very tight bodycon dress, with a zipper along its length-which happened to be very short- in the front. I smirk when I noticed his bulge down his pants. Mission almost-accomplished.
“How have you been Alyson?” he asks after an awkward silent few seconds.
I giggle “you can’t stop with the formalities, we’re going to be family now. I’m planning your big day!” I remind him playfully, and his forced chuckles seize.
“about that..can I ask you a question? it’s a bit personal if you don’t mind…” he says lowly.
Now we’re talking, “I don’t mind at all,” I answer casually and then lower my voice to an almost whisper. I actually learned the power of my voice when I was fifteen. I had a natural raspy voice, so if I dropped it a bit it would sound the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard. Saves me a lot of time. “You can ask all the questions you want, Jack.” I made sure his name would sound the sexiest. As in keeping my mouth parted when I pronounced the ‘K’. I bit my red coated lip in fake anticipation.
“Why are you helping us?” he asks after a few seconds of staring at my mouth.
“Excuse me?” I am taken aback by his question, what does he mean exactly?
“I mean the wedding, the engagement, the shower, why are you doing that?”
“Careful now Jack, you may have hurt my feelings, do you not want me to be her maid of honor?” I fake being hurt and his dilated pupils, shrink a bit in awareness, making his eyes go wide. It’s sickening how good I was at pretending.
“No, no, no, no! That’s not what I meant-It’s just that Vivienne told me you weren’t the best of friends..”
“Did she tell you why?” I demand softly, my demeanour changing in the fraction of a nanosecond. If that bitch opened her flappy lips and uttered a single word to this..stranger I would have her head on a pike.
“No she wouldn’t tell me. She refused categorically. She said that it was a dark part of her past and she just want to bury it. I was hoping you could tell me.” he coax me to spill everything to him, by cocking his head, making his gaze friendly, making him seem trustworthy except it didn’t. It made him seem horny and very stupid. His pupils were blown out and his idea of me spilling everything is ridiculously stupid.
“Nice try Jack, but as she said I really wanna bury that dark part of my past.” F.ucking bitch. Of course she wanna bury it, it’s her fault and she doesn’t wanna feel bad, she wants to erase her guilt. Well, we’ll see about that, because I ain’t burying shi.t. Except her body, one day.
“Oh,” is all he said.
“So, let’s get to the good stuff, where’s your speech?” I beam at him, and he seems confused.
After a beat, he gets it out of his blazer inside pocket, and show it to me “I’m sorry it’s not written on an iPad or something, it’s just that it came to me suddenly, plus I feel like it’s far more personal if it’s on paper, and written in ink.” he states unfolding the paper.
“I understand, I think so too. It’s not digitally modified or corrected, it’s authentic.” I smile at him, and he looks at me like he’s entranced. “exactly…” he mumbles.
“Vivienne doesn’t think so, she likes technology, because it’s faster and it can correct her never present mistakes.” I murmur,
“yeah I noticed that, she is intimidatingly good at spelling, isn’t she?” he wonders,
“Yeah! try to play scrabble with her she will make you cry over a misplaced letter..” I tell him and we both laugh at her expense.
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“So I’ll just say this first,” I motion to the first paragraph, sitting on the bed of my hotel room. Oh yes, he came to meet me in my hotel, and now we were in the privacy of my suite. “and then I’ll this small part and then read the one before it and then the rest.” I conclude,
“yes exactly. I like what you did with this,” he motions to the minor details I changed “No problem happy to help.” We were really close, I took the fact that his speech needed a bit of editing as an excuse to rub my breasts against his arm. Now that we’re done I wonder if I should make my move now. We stare at each other for a long time before I lean in and kiss him. After like four Mississippi’s of our lips touching, he pushes me away. What the hell? is he playing hard to get? didn’t he know that I already got him?
“what?” I whisper perplexed,
“this is wrong, this is so wrong Alyson. I’m your sister’s fiancé. That shouldn’t have happened-” he paces in front of me.
“But it did.” I counter, cutting him off.
He comes and sits next to me “you’re beautiful and so smart, but I can’t let you do that, I’m your sister soon-to-be-husband.”
“Do what?”
“kissing me.” he explains,
“if you didn’t want it you could’ve just leaned back and stopped it before it happened.” I cross my legs.
“It’s not that I didn’t want it-”
“so you did want it?” a smirk making its way to my face.
“No!” he answers appalled “Listen Alyson, I can’t do this with you. You’ve been coming on to me since we’ve met, dropping hints every chance you get, and now you’re kissing me. I can’t have that, I’m in love with Vivienne, and she’s the only one for me I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t sweat it. It was just the heat of the moment. I’m sorry.” I lie, the words taste weird. I’ve never really apologized and if I had to, I’ll make an excuse not to.
“it’s okay,” I lead him towards the door, “I love your sister Alyson, very dearly.”
“Well, if you say so..” I mumble. Let the show begin.
“Pardon?” he halts his movements, and turn to look at me.
“Well if you need to assure yourself every five seconds that you love her, than maybe you’re trying to convince yourself that you do.” I argue,
“Excuse me? Alyson, I love your sister, nothing happened between us, and nothing will.” that’s right, keep telling yourself that.
“Sure it did. We kissed.”
“No we didn’t. You kissed me. I did not kiss you back.” he counters.
“But you didn’t stop me either.”
“I was surprised! it’s everyday a woman kisses me for no good reason knowing that I am engaged.”
“you think my needs aren’t a good enough reason?” I hiss, “I would go far lengths to please myself, and satisfy my needs, any kind of need. At least one of us does. It’s not healthy to keep it inside.” I argue,
“Excuse me? what are you talking about? I do satisfy my needs...with your sister!!!” he shouts blushing and I swear I had to bite my tongue so I can’t laugh at him.
“Sure you do.” I roll my eyes.
“I do actually. And I am very happy with her.” he assures, “you do not interest me in the slightest.”
“oh really?” now for the kill strike, now that we’re next to the door, I cornor him “then tell me why there’s a bulge in your pants? and don’t you dare say because you’re thinking about her, you’ve been sporting it since you saw me. You couldn’t help yourself but literally lick my body with your greedy eyes.” I whisper huskily.
Thanks big G for the amazing voice you blessed me with. This guy will be kissing my feet a second later, I promise, just wait.
I take small steps towards him, making him stumble back, face blushing “if I didn’t interest you in the slightest,” I repeat what he said “how come you have a hard-on the size of a da.mn tennis ball? How come you couldn't stop staring at me breasts this whole time?" I grab his throbbing e.rection and he gasps "it's because you are attracted to me. A lot. You like it when I whisper, your eyes almost roll back in your head when I say your name, Jack."
Okay so I'm exaggerating a little..
I squeeze him and he shuts his eyes "you know that pretty little stepford wife can't get you off like I might. You got a taste of the boring, dull sister and now you want a big giant spoonful of the hot wild sister. I can make you come like a fireman's hose and you know it. I can make you scream my name at the top of your lungs instead of sighing in relief that it's finally over. You know that I’ll be the greatest fuc.k you will ever have, especially now that you’re embroiled for life.”
I stand on my toes and whisper in his ear “you know you want to, otherwise you wouldn’t come up here with me, and you would’ve shrugged me off when I pressed my breasts at your arm, and you would’ve stopped me when I tried to kiss you,” I nip at his earlobe and he moans but then quickly shut his mouth. “You’re so shy,” I take my hand off of his shuddering hard pen.is and ran my fingertips along his jawline.
His eyes were wide and his breathing is ragged. “I thought that I might have had fun teaching you a few tricks, see your face stuffed in my wet p.ussy and most of all see your face when I lick your co.ck clean of your come..” I look at his eyes right then, because I was watching my finger trace his perfectly shaven throat, and I swear he might come right here right now, I bit back a laugh “but now that you don’t want it, get out of my suite.”
I seize every movement and take a step back opening my door. He seems lost, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Well?” I say impatiently, and it seems like his senses kicked back and he scurried away like a scaredy cat. “Don’t bother coming back if you haven’t made peace with yourself and came in agreement with your ‘needs’. Good day, Mr.Wellington.” I slam the door shut in his face.
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I was tying my two hundred and fifty dollars flimsy cover-up, when I noticed the time. It’s been fifteen minutes now since he left... well, more like got kicked out… I turn the camera at the perfect angle, closing my curtains, sheltering myself from any unwanted lookers, even though I was in the thirtieth floor. You’re never too careful.
Just as the last curtain rolled semi-blocking the sun rays, there was a knock on my door. I smirk, sixteen minutes and forty-eight seconds. I check myself in the mirror, pleased by how the victoria’s secret set fit on me and turn on the camera. I open the door and there he stood. Hair tousled, probably from running his hands in it fiercely, tie loose around his neck, first two buttons undone and my favorite, dilated pupils.
“Yes?” I say nonchalantly coaxing him to speak. His eyes took in my appearance, hungerly raking my body. Breasts perfectly hugged by a black lacy bra, a sheer waist garter, same color and same design, gazy panties shielding my privates -from the look in his eyes not for long- mid-thigh stockings connecting with the waist garter, and my black Louboutin’s.
“I...umm..wow…” I roll my eyes, “I don’t have all day to listen to you squeak words out” I say and start closing the door, he holds it with his hand.
“I..I want to...umm..to tell you the truth I-”
“I don’t want truth I want to know why you knocked on my door.” I say,
He hesitates for a second and then says “remember when you said come back when you’ve made peace with yourself and have came in agreement with your ‘needs’?” he asks,
“yes, it was like what? ten minutes ago?” I raise my eyebrow at him,
“yeah..” he blushes “well I did.”
“did what?” I taunt him,
“I came in agreement with my needs…” he murmurs.
“and?” I coax,
he sighs seeming giving up an internal battle with himself “I want you to take care of me…sexually.”
I almost laugh, that is the most ridiculous pick-up line/dirty talk I’ve ever heard, and that’s saying something, “so you’re saying you want me to play with you like I was planning before you backed out like a scared bitch?” I try to understand,
He blushes harder and nods shyly. I stare at him for a few seconds and then flip the sign to ‘do not disturb’. I close the door after he gets in, and when I whirl to walk in the room, he attacks my lips, grabbing my hips and kissing me back like there’s no tomorrow. We stumble back to the bed and I push him.
“You were right, I’m not so sure about I feel about Vivienne..” he pants and bells go in my head. Chin-ching!! “Sometimes she’s this incredible woman and the next she’s this little annoying spoilt brat, and when her mother is there oh my god..” he groans “it’s like she’s her bitch or something..” he runs his hands on his face. Tell me about it I wanted to say, but I didn’t, instead I undid his belt and shirt. He helped me out by taking my cover up and taking off his shirt. Hello nice abs.
He kisses me again, squeezing my breasts and I push him back.
“Who’s sexier, Jack?” I say, and he answers truthfully, I could tell because he sounded like he was beating himself over it “you. Definitely you.”
I lean down and kiss him, straddling his waist I start rocking my hips a bit onto his e.rection and he moans “Who’s prettier?”
“you, clearly you. You don’t need no makeup at all, trust me when I tell you she does.” he groans when I rub it a bit harder, he grabs my waist and I put his hands on my breasts “you have the best breasts I’ve ever seen, they’re so..” he sits up and start nibbling them “hers are so small, I can barely hold them…”he moans when I pull his hair, I swear if I don’t stop I might burst laughing over this. “your a.ss is so fine..” he squeezes it and I moan.
To tell you the truth, I was turned on by his submission. “she barely has that..” I kiss him hard on the lips and push him down. I start playing with his er.ect nipples when he says “I regret meeting her I swear, everytime I think of the rest of my life with her, my chest constricts-AHH!” he screams when I grab his throbbing c.ock. “I wish I met you instead even though I have no chance of being with you, i still wish it was you…” I start pumping him up and down, and his eyes roll back in his skull. “Sometimes I picture you when we have sex…” he pants.
Okay, that did it for me. I’m going to reward him on his absolutely perfectly timed confessions.
Playtime is over.
I halt my movements and I sit on his face “prove that you like me better. Make me come and I’ll make you come until you can’t get it up.”
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After he passed out, I took a shower and wore my clothes and got out. I took of course a few pictures of me on his cell, and respectively, took some of his as blackmail material if needed. I watched the video I made of us and smirked on the plane.
This would be the perfect engagement present. Not in a million years, have I pictured myself as a bridesmaid and look at me now, being the perfect maid of honour. I really outdone myself.
But sadly and for some reason that I am never going to admit, I felt a pang of crushing sadness and disappointment when I saw Noah waiting for me at the gate, with two packs of M&M’s and a pack of Toblerone.
And here I thought that this trip, f.ucking Mathis and my sister’s fiancé is going to empower me and recharge my energy, reminding me of my true purpose and clearing any distraction, but now that I see his broad smile, I think that maybe I was wrong.
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I realize I have errors and mistakes and I'll go through them later. Thank you for understanding. I can't wait for you to see what will happen during the engagement party !!!!!