“I love an excuse for any kind of party. I’m glad you were able to pull this together, son. It was simply beautiful!”
With a hug and then a kiss on the cheek, I replied, “Me too, Mom. Me. Too.”
“You kids have fun!” Nash called out as he headed out the door and to the elevator, escorting my mother with him.
“Bye! Thank you for everything!” Charlie called out.
Love you!” I added.
Nash hit the elevator and then turned to me. “Love you too, bro.”
My mother chuckled and playfully hit Nash as she said, “I love both of you.”
I watched as Charlie’s eyes filled with tears. Pulling her back into the room, I shut the door and then pushed her against it. She was still dressed in her wedding gown, and my dick was finally allowed to come out and play.
“Jesus Christ, I’ve been aching to touch you.”
Her teeth sank into her lip as she looked up at me through lust-filled eyes.
“Touch away, Mr. Middleton.”
Taking her hands, I pushed them over her head and pressed them against the door while my mouth explored her neck.
“I intend to, Mrs. Middleton.”
She groaned.
“Feel good?”
“So good.”
Smiling against her skin, I licked up her neck and pressed my lips to hers.
“You taste amazing.”
Her body arched to get more contact with mine.
“Tucker! Please. I’ve been dying since this morning to have you. Don’t make me wait another second. I’ll have you know that on my last bathroom break I ditched my panties, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t removed my garter belt.”
It was my turn to groan.
“Fucking hell.”
Dropping to my knees, I gathered up the dress and went under it. Lifting her leg, I put it over my shoulder and didn’t wait to run my tongue up her folds and to her clit.
“Oh God, yes!”
Charlie came so fast I nearly finished in my own pants like I was a sixteen-year-old teenager getting his rocks off for the first time.
“Tucker. Bedroom!”
Standing, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her though the house. Mr. Pootie, who was stripped out of his tux, took off in front of me.
“No way, cat! Out!” I yelled as he darted into the bedroom.
“He’s fine!” Charlie panted as she attempted to get the buttons of my dress shirt undone.
“Charlie, I have performance anxiety when he’s in here. You don’t understand the struggle.”