EroticReverie

Alessandra Anderson 

—Two years ago-

“Harder” I whisper pant as his fingers carve their mark into my thighs, a grip I’d feel on my forehead days afterward. Weeks. Months. 

My bridesmaids dress is hitched up , the garter that was caught during the reception by the man inside of me, is still on my thigh , where he placed it hours ago,  as is tradition for the woman that catches the bouquet …..that thigh is hitched onto the hip of the garter catcher , a man  I’ve had a crush on since I realized boys didn’t actually have cooties. 

I can smell the open bar on both of us. I wasn’t even technically old enough to drink yet. 

The man of my prepubescent dreams, teenage dreams, and current dreams is currently railing me harder like I asked him to. The best dick I’ve ever seen, better than any of the handful I’ve ever felt, is currently pummeling my fucking pussy like it owes him a large sum of money from an unpaid debt. 

“Aly , fuck, I need you to cum on my cock, fuck, cum on it baby” he grunts. 

It’s the baby that does me in. Well, that and the friction of his pelvis crushing mine with every thrust and the way his bare dick has been slamming into me for the past five minutes against the wall in his hotel room at the venue where my older brother just got married. 

Brian Beckham. My brother’s best friend, and MY best friends older brother. Double trouble. Double off limits. For both of us. 

But champagne and mixed drinks have us both forgetting who we are. I can blame it on the alcohol. But I’ve wanted this forever. Since I knew about the birds and the bees and became a horny little freak that humped and fucked herself stupid with whatever objects she could while wishing it was her brothers best friend giving her those orgasms. I don’t know what Brian’s excuse will be. Maybe the fact when I was sitting in the chair holding the bouquet after the toss, I had to lean down and whisper to him not to lift my dress too high because I didn’t want to flash the guests. I hadn’t been wearing panties. I must say. The pop of his eyes and the clearing of his throat made me a little proud of myself. I hadn’t been TRYING to be salacious, but clearly , it was. Because as I cum on his hard dick, I’m simultaneously fucked full of his cum. He grunts and curses , he shudders. Fucking whimpers. At least that’s what I’m calling it. I made the man whimper with my pussy.  I could die happy. 

——Present——

“Why are you here?” I hiss at the same man I’d just had a horny replay of in my head. 

“Cause I’m part of the wedding you rude little jerk.” He smirks and then lifts his hand and ruffles my hair like I’m a kid again. 

I bat his hand away. 

“Sarah didn’t say you’d be here.” I glare at him. Sarah is my best friend, his sister. 

“Probably because Mike asked me to come early.” He says. Mike is Sarah’s fiance. They get married in one week. I’d flown here early to make sure the house they’re staying in for their honeymoon is clean, and Sarah wanted me to surprise Mike by setting up a kinky little sex dungeon in one of the rooms for them. 

“Why?” I huff and I wipe my hair from my face as a long lock falls in front of it from the messy nest I have it in ontop of my head. 

“He wanted me to make it romantic. Flower petals and  shit.” He says with a shrug and I roll my eyes. 

“And he sent YOU? He trusted YOU to know anything about romance?” I huff and he smirks slightly. 

“I know a thing or two.” He says. 

I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Flower petals and shit. Those are the two things you know.” 

“Someone’s in a MOOD” he teases and I glower at him. I ignore the remark. 

“Well I’m here. I’m taking care of it. You can go…wherever” I wave a hand as I turn the front door and give it a swing with my hand to shut it in his face. He laughs and catches it before it shuts. 

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got best man duties to see to.” He says and I roll my eyes. 

“Whatever Beckham.” I huff and he, using his last name before storming further into the house.