Toronto Fire

"Really?"

Mitch grinned at my raised eyebrow, eyes glancing over my shoulder to the small cabin behind us. He tugged on the lapel of his suit jacket before nodding. I took his hand and started to pull him up before Morgan stopped us.

"Where are you guys going? The ceremony is about to start." His voice rang out over the idle chit chat around us and Matt looked up from his phone. I felt a blush creep onto my face and squeezed Mitch's hand.

"Oh, they're gonna fuck." Sydney slapped his arm and he laughed, leaning back to wrap an arm around her shoulder. She leaned forward and glared at him. "C'mon babe, it's cute. They're young and in love."

"And we are?"

Morgan chuckled as the two began bickering and I cleared my throat softly. Mitch turned to me and grinned, seeing the opportunity to sneak away and taking it. He kept a tight grip as he picked up his stride, only slowing when he realized I was struggling in my heels. We approached the door and he leaned over to kiss my cheek, stopping to whisper in my ear.

"Can you stay quiet?"

"Can you?" I slid my hand in his pocket as he reached for the doorknob and he yelped, earning a disdainful glare from a few people. I bit back a laugh as he pulled me in, shutting the door behind me and leaving us in the dark. "Do you think there are spiders in here?" I mused, hearing his breath hitch for a moment. His arachnophobia was possibly the only thing strong enough to distract him from sex and I scolded myself for choosing that moment to test it.

"Will you just..." His thought lingered as he found my lips, feverishly kissing me as his hands slid down my body. Just far enough to grab the hem of my dress, he tugged it high and pulled my knee up to wrap around his waist. My panties now flush against his hard-on, I moaned into the kiss and he pulled back. "You have to be quiet."

His voice was raspy, he was a panting mess already, and I nodded in the dark before pulling him back to me. Fumbling between us for his zipper, I felt his baby soft skin against my inner thigh as he roughly pulled my panties to the side.

The fabric of my gown was too much to handle and I pushed him back, turning to bend over. "It's easier this way," I tried to explain, but my offer was whispered in vain as he screwed himself into me. The head of his cock ran through me like a hot spark, catching the ridges of my inner wall until his hips rested against my ass. He took a handful of my hair and I reached back to grab his wrist, feeling the tense muscles of his arm.

"Baby, move. Please." I kept my voice low, surely too low for him to hear, and he kept still, filling me until my vision blurred. I was working up to repeat myself when he pulled back, ever so slightly, before burying himself to the hilt again. The slight movement sent a shock wave through me and I pushed against him in a quiet beg for friction. He repeated the action and carried it out over and over. New to me, I savored his short, deep thrusts as much as I could. Still preoccupied with the prospect of being caught, I was hesitant to give in.

My mind grew hazy and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as my skin tightened, my thighs shook when he pulled me into a standing position. "Mitch, I'm- fuck!"

"Go ahead baby." His chest was flush against my back and he reached into my panties, ghosting my clit to push me over the edge. Sweat was beading up on my chest as he came, still tucked between my thighs as I rode my high. The dark, musty cottage absorbed our soft moans until he let me go to stand on my feet. I turned to adjust my dress, hearing his zipper as he tucked himself away. My breathing steadied and he found my hand, pulling it to his lips for a kiss.

"Shall we?"

Notes

I love weddings.