"I know." She took his hand. "Come on."
She and the other girls from Brandywine had rented a room at the hotel for the night. No one intended to actually stay in it, but that way they had a private place to rest, leave make-up, change clothes if they needed to, and simply get away from the crowd if it all became too overwhelming.
"I had four cousins get married over six months," Kayla had said when she'd suggested the room. "Trust me when I say it's totally worth the expense."
Right about now, Shelby was enthusiastically agreeing with Kayla's assessment. All the other girls were still in the ballroom dancing and gossiping and drinking champagne. Which meant that the room was entirely free--and Shelby intended to take full advantage.
"You have a room?" Nolan asked as she led him to the door at the end of an eighth floor hall.
"I believe in being prepared," she said, then added, "Call it the girl-power staging area," as she led him into the clothing strewn, make-up scattered housekeeping horror that came from five girls sharing a room. Even if it was only to change and freshen up.
He glanced around. "Are we alone?"
"Completely," she said, finishing the word on a gasp because he had her back up against the wall, her arms above her head, her crossed wrists held tight in his hand. She was helpless, and he moved in fast, taking her mouth with his, claiming her, controlling her.
His lips possessed her. Owned her. And his free hand led an exploratory charge, pulling her breasts free from the halter-style bodice. "You look good enough to eat," he teased before lowering his mouth to her breast.
He scraped his teeth along her nipple, causing a wild sensation to build in her sex. She moaned, squeezing her legs together and shifting her hips, hoping to increase the friction.
"Someone likes."
"Someone does," she confirmed, then gasped at the sound of footsteps stopping right outside the door.
"Fuck," she whispered as she shifted out from under him, took his hand, and sprinted for the bathroom.
They burst in and locked the bathroom door before her anonymous roomie burst through the main door. A moment of muffled noise, then the bathroom door knob rattled. Shelby glanced at Nolan, who actually looked amused, the bastard.
"I'm in here," she said, sitting on the edge of the tub because her legs were shaky. "I'm a little sick."
"Oh no," Leslie said. "Let me in and we'll help you out."
"Oh, God, no," she said, but not in response to Leslie's comment, but to the fact that Nolan had dropped to the ground, spread her knees, and buried his face between her legs.
"What?" Leslie called.
"I just mean I'd rather be alone. Too much alcohol is all." Her voice sounded rough, and she supposed that made it more convincing. But as he sucked on her clit through her thin cotton panties, she decided she really didn't care.
Shifting, she spread her legs wider and held on to the edge of the tub for dear life as he tugged the crotch of her panties aside and worked magic with his tongue.
"I was going to freshen my make-up," Les called, "but I'll just use what's in my purse."
"Uh-huh," Shel said as Nolan sucked on her clit while teasing her labia with a finger wet with her desire.
"Are you coming later?" Les asked.
"Oh, God, yes, absolutely," Shelby cried out, as Nolan's magical tongue took her loudly and fabulously over the edge.
Nolan, she mouthed when she came back to earth, but he just pulled her down to the area rug, then yanked her panties around her knees as her sex pulsed in anticipation.
"Condom" he whispered, and she spread her hands helplessly.
"Five girls. Someone must have one," he said. Then he was on his feet searching. A moment later he thrust a silver package into the air.
"Hurry," she said, not bothering to be quiet anymore. She thought she'd heard Les leave. And if she was wrong, well, she didn't care.
> He opened the fly of his tux pants, then knelt between her legs as she reached for him, wanting to touch his cock before he sheathed it. "Don't," he said. "I'm too close. And you don't want to stain that dress."
She burst out laughing, and he got on top of her, laughing, too. Then he was inside her and their sounds were laughter and pleasure and wild, glorious fun.