Page 59 of Vapor's Blaze

“Mmm I’ve never fucked a married man before. I hope his wife won’t mind,” she says as her tongue snakes down my neck. I’m half tempted to drag her out of the clubhouse bar and into Rigs’ office so I can bend her over the table and fuck her now, but I mind my manners. We are the guests of honor after all, and it seems like everyone wants to come up and congratulate us. Instead, I lead her to the hallway where we can have a little privacy. Plundering her mouth, I pull her to me, our tongues tangling as her hand comes up to grab my hair.

“We better be quick” I growl into her ear, as one hand grasps her ass and the other disappears under her loose dress. As my fingers push away the tight booty shorts she’s wearing under her dress and find her warm wetness, she moans.

My cock is close to bursting but I’m gonna ignore the fucker, I love edging, so by the time we can be together later, I’m gonna be flooding her soaked pussy. My fingers slip inside her panties, stroking her walls as she moans. I’m half trying to not come in my pants like a horny teen and half watching over her shoulder for anyone approaching, and half making sure I press on her g-spot just so, so she comes over my fingers exactly how I love it. Three halves? Nah… that doesn’t make sense. Fuck, I might be shit at math, but it’s keeping my mind off my swollen cock.

“Come for me, darlin’,” I whisper in her ear as I plunge my fingers into her tight hole.

I’m rewarded by a moan, “Your fingers feel so good Vapor,” she says.

“Wish it was my thick cock,” I slip another finger inside her, knotting them together, I can feel how slick with her juices they are. I want to get on my knees and work her with my mouth and tongue, but that’d be too obvious. Then again with her long dress maybe I could hide. I feel my lips twist in a grin at that thought.

“Soak my fucking fingers with your juices, love to feel how much you want me,”

She starts panting and gasping and making those little mewling noises, so I know she’s close. I press the heel of my hand onto her clit so she’s grinding against me, and that’s all it takes.

“Oh fuck, fuck!”

Her pussy is spasming around my fingers and my lips claim hers. She falls against me, and I have to quickly put my hand around her back to stop her from falling. Her face is flushed, and her lips swollen and pink. Looking into her eyes, I pull my hand out from under her dress and bring my fingers to my mouth. They’re glistening with her juices. I suck them clean, savoring the taste.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say.

She’s still gasping for her breath as I hear someone shout.

“Paging Mr. and Mrs. Ventimiglia, your cake awaits, put each other down and git your asses back in here.”

We both start giggling like teenagers caught necking behind the bleachers.

“It was a good idea to get a wedding cake with a different flavor on every layer, wasn’t it?” she asks.

We’d decided on chocolate, red velvet, coconut, and lemon drizzle. I fix her with a heated look and slowly lick my fingers, “Nothing beats your taste, Mrs. Ventimiglia.”

I try and rearrange my cock in my dress pants as she smooths down her dress. It would only take a look at our guilty faces to know what we’d been up to, so I don’t know who we’re tryin’ to fool.

“Ready?” I say holding out my hand.

“Ready!” she answers.

***

We made it through the afternoon with the cake and the meal. There were also a couple more stolen moments for us to enjoy one another. We slipped away to Rigs’ office like I considered earlier, and I ate her pussy as she was sprawled out on the desk, and despite my vow to let my cock strain and jump, Trix pulled me out to the utility building on the periphery of the clubhouse sometime in the afternoon and insisted on repaying the favor. If this was what married life had in store for us, then I wasn’t sure if we’d ever get anything done because we’d be too busy fucking each other.

But now the wedding was over we were on the edge of the desert. I’d done a tattoo on one of the rangers who took care of this area and he managed to swing it so we could have our evening party here. We always knew that we wanted to have our own rave. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a true rave, as we’d hired a DJ to play a few different sets. So, in addition to trance, there’d be some classic rock and even pop tunes. But the main thing is, we’d be dancing with the people we care about under the night sky, and it was awesome.

Now we were here, Trix had ditched the dress, underneath she’d worn a bikini top and a pair of hotpants. She’d told me that she’d always been jealous of men being able to strip down at a club when things got hot. This way she could feel the air on her skin as she danced.

We had some wooden cut outs of Joshua trees that had been adorned with lights—which might be cheesy as the real thing was literally yards away, but they’re a protected species and while we may be bikers, we aren’t assholes—and LED light poles marked out the outdoor dancing area. There were tents with bean bags and cushions for those who just wanted to chill, and a basic bar. The music has been playing for two hours now and everyone is having a blast. I gaze at the dance floor, even Jamus was shaking his stuff with a glow stick in his hand.

“It’s perfect,” Trix says to me.

“And there you were, thinking you didn’t have a plan for your perfect wedding,” I grin at her.

“It looks like my new husband knows exactly what I like,” she says as she kisses my cheek.

“Hey,” a voice calls over. It’s Dex. He’s having a whale of a time, he’d gone around the clubhouse earlier introducing himself to everyone and making sure he knew their names. Much like the trance crowd, my club brothers liked Dex’s quirkiness and I was pleased to see both parts of my life coming together seamlessly.

“You never did tell me who you wanted me to meet,” I say to my old friend as he approaches.

“Same here,” Trix adds as she hands Dex a fluorescent necklace.

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