She answered me back with a breathy laugh, shifting her stare over her shoulder at Daniel. “Why aren’t you crying? Aren’t you horribly happy?”
“Very,” he murmured, pressing the heel of his hand down between his legs. “But watching the two of you be so sweet together has made me horny and I think that cancels it out.”
I raised Sophie’s chin and gave her an appraising look.
“You should go fuck your husband,” I told her.
Daniel didn’t need to be told twice. He was already working open his belt and his fly, pulling out his cock and stroking it.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Sophie finished her drink and crawled onto Daniel’s lap, dress hiked up around her hips. She had on the skimpiest pair of white lace panties I’d ever seen in my life, and Daniel’s skilled fingers pushed the material to the side before deciding they were in his way. He fought them off of her legs and tossed them onto the seat beside him. Sophie sank down onto his lap with a slow circle of her hips and my mouth went positively dry at the sight of them. Daniel grabbed her dress in his hands, rucking it up higher so her ass was exposed.
“Can you see it?” he asked me, head dropped back against the headrest.
I nodded, licking my lips hungrily before finishing my drink and dropping the flute into the cup holder.
Marshall had gotten us a limo better suited for a dozen people than three, but it meant there was more than enough room to move around. I found myself prone on the floor between Daniel’s spread legs, my hands braced on his knees and my face buried against the place he and Sophie were joined. I tongued the taste of her cunt off his shaft, groaning and humping the floor when more of her arousal dripped down onto my lips. She started to fuck him faster, harder, and I could feel the thick pulse in his shaft when Daniel fucked deep and came inside of her.
Sophie rode out the rest of her pleasure on Daniel’s hand, and when his cum dripped out of her, down the length of his stillhard cock, I made sure to lick and suck up as much of it as I could reach. Sophie came with a breathy little cry, Daniel’s hand over her mouth because none of us were sure if the privacy glass was soundproof or not. My dick hurt for how hard I was, and I rocked up onto my knees, grabbing Sophie’s panties in one hand and freeing my cock with the other. I stroked myself rough and hard with the expensive lace, coming all over it with a strangled groan.
I pressed my forehead against Daniel’s knee as the aftershocks rolled through me, then I handed Sophie her soiled panties.
“Put them back on,” I croaked, collapsing against the seat. “Can’t have you going to the reception with your cunt out.”
Sophie’s chest heaved, but she managed her way back into her panties, letting the dress fall into place before she sank down into the seat beside Daniel. I climbed back into a seat myself, hand still stroking my half-hard cock. When my own touch turned painful, I let my hand fall limp against the seat. I closed my eyes and caught my breath, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Instead, I got Daniel’s warm grip around my wrist, my fingers in his mouth, and his tongue doing an indecent thing to clean the spend off my skin. When he finished, he put my dick back into my pants, fastened my belt, and returned to his seat beside his new wife. Five minutes later, we pulled up to the building Marshall had gotten Sophie for the reception. It was an achingly modern thing, Smith probably hated it, with exposed brick and black iron, giant plate glass windows.
The inside was expertly decorated in the colors from Sophie’s mood board, and I didn’t know if that was Marshall, her, or a more dangerous combination of the two of them together. But we were out of the limo and inside the building before I could ask.
All of my brothers were there, Andrew included. All of their boyfriends, and a few people I’d never seen before. Sophie and Daniel’s friends, I later learned, people they spent time with on the fringes of our relationship, of their love. If they had anything to say about the way Sophie searched out my hand if we were in a conversation or the way Daniel’s touch lingered against the small of my back when he passed by, they kept it to themselves.
“This suits you,” Andrew said to me at one point, his tie loose and a beer in his hand.
“What does?”
He flicked his finger against my ring and jerked his head toward Daniel and Sophie, dancing together in the corner of the room like nobody else existed.
“And I thought I was the last to fall, but here you stand, unattached.”
He grimaced, bobbing his head to the side before chasing the tic down with a drink of his beer. “I’m seeing someone,” he admitted.
“You should have brought them.”
“It’s complicated.”
I laughed. “Can’t be more complicated than this.”
Andrew shook his head. “This honestly feels so simple.”
We watched Daniel slide his hand around the back of Sophie’s neck and tilt her head up for a kiss. She melted into him, their bodies flush, and I reminded myself about the cum-stained underwear that wrapped her cum-filled cunt, all of it secret beneath the length of her dress.
“It is,” I agreed. “Maybe next time?”
“Maybe.”
