Page 50 of Beyond the Fame

They’re amazing and look sexy as fuck.

Ginger changed out of her wedding dress into a silk, white pajama set that matches the one Bruno is wearing with the words Newlyweds and Mr. and Mrs. Stein inscribed on the back.

Lana is still in her bridesmaid’s dress, the same one Rebecca has on. The fabric is soft and breathable, flexible enough so that it twists and turns with every move Rebecca makes. Every dick-raising jiggle her ass makes. Every bounce her beautiful tits make.

“You’re drooling,” Mylan says next to me. I wipe the back of my hand along my chin, then scowl at my best friend for lying to me.

“Asshole.”

He chuckles and fake punches my arm.

“You’re so in love with her.”

“I am not,” I say too quickly. “I just want to fuck her.”

He cracks up again, slapping my back as if I’ve just told the best fucking joke in the world. He stands, shaking his head.

“We’re being summoned,” he says, pointing to the dance floor.

His girlfriend pretends she’s holding a fishing pole and starts reeling in the line. Mylan plays along and flops around like he’s an actual fish.

They're so adorably gross and in love, and I hate how it makes my chest ache with jealousy.

I want that.

When my eyes find Rebecca, she arches an eyebrow and runs her tongue between her lips. My cock jerks at the move and before my brain can talk me out of it, I'm following Mylan out onto the dance floor. The song changes, playing another rap song.

Once Mylan reaches Lana, he grabs her hips from behind. She grinds her ass into his dick and lifts her long hair off her back seductively.

Jesus. That's hot.

Icy fingers clutch my jaw, turning my head away from the near sex scene in front of me.

“Your turn,” Rebecca whispers next to my ear over the music.

She smashes her back to my front. Her arm wraps around my neck and her palm latches on at the nape. She presses her ass into my cock and starts swaying her hips back and forth. I close my eyes, attempting to control the erection already forming. It feels so fucking good having her body against mine.

The song’s beats are fast and energetic, yet Rebecca’s moves are slow and torturous. As if we’re the only ones in the room and I'm getting a private dance.

My hands skate down her sides and over her stomach, then back up, stopping before reaching her breasts. I'm doing my best to keep it PG-13. The dance floor is dark, but people can still see us. Anyone in this room with a phone could start snapping pictures or taking videos of us being sexual to sell to the tabloids.

Mylan must have realized that too, because he and Lana have toned down their own not-so-private dance. Lana is attempting to teach Mylan some moves and laughing her head off because he looks like one of those red inflatables you see flailing outside a car dealership. Lana used to be a cheerleader. Of course, she’s killing it out here.

I press my lips to the side of Rebecca’s neck and she hums, grinding her ass harder. I dig my fingers into her hips.

“If you keep doing that, I'll bend you over right here and fuck you in front of everyone.”

She laughs and turns around, draping her arms over my shoulders like we’re at a middle school dance. Not that I went to middle school. I was home schooled or taught on film sets. But I’ve played characters who attended school dances.

The need to keep touching her grows, so I skim my palms up and down her back, and over the slick fabric of her dress.

“What? You don’t believe me?”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “I don’t, but I sure am picturing it right at this moment.”

I place another kiss on her neck before moving my mouth back to her ear. My teeth latch on to her lobe and nibble. She lets out a quiet moan, which doesn’t help my boner.

“When can we go?” I ask, refusing to stop caressing her backside, refusing to stop giving her more kisses and nibbles.

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