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Rather than thanking him for preventing my face-plant, I touched my lips to his, softly, until he got past his surprise and began to kiss me back, eliciting a quiet whistle of approval from the other guys.
And I loved it.
He pulled back, his blue eyes sparkling, and my hand wandered down to the bulge in his pants. My fingers cupped the crotch of his jeans and I gave him a light squeeze, marveling at the rock I found beneath my fingertips.
Holy shit, my mind whispered. Was I really doing this?
It had been a day of firsts. My first time cheated on. My first time walking away from a wedding. My first time hitchhiking.
No reason to stop now.
I glanced over at Derek and Shawn, who nodded with approval. Emboldened, I ran my hand from between Nick’s legs all the way to his waistband, where his erection finally stopped.
Holy shit. Daniel had nothing on this man.
Take that, Rhonda. Enjoy your little dick. I was going to enjoy an entire man and a half at least.
Nick’s eyes fell closed for a moment and he reached behind my head, weaving his fingers through the tangle of hair that had been a tidy bridal coif just earlier in the day. As he did, he pulled a couple pins loose and a pile of hair fell down my back.
With a hand on his large brass belt buckle for balance, I lowered myself to my knees. My crazy, new-found confidence had my heart pounding, and all I knew at that moment was that I wanted his cock in my mouth.
Which was unusual for me. I was not a blowjob queen, and I was rarely eager when it came to sucking Daniel’s dick. Never had been. Something about the whiny noises he made when I did, had always turned me off. How could I enjoy or get ‘hot’ when the guy sounded like a squeaky wheel?
Of course, I’d thought I was just one of those women who didn’t like to give blowjobs. Or maybe I was just one of those women who weren’t good at it? Although in Daniel’s self-centeredness, he’d never even noticed. His favorite thing to do was climb on top and pump me like a bicycle tire.
But why was I thinking about that asshole?
I kneeled in a pile of wedding dress tulle and gazed up at Nick, his messy blond hair fluttering under his cowboy hat, his hands moving to his belt and fly.
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