The sound of a zipper lowering echoed in the silent stable. He quickly shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs. Gray’sfingers slipped between the lace and my skin, making me shiver. His touch was electrifying, every nerve ending coming alive as if charged by a bolt of lightning.
“I can’t wait any longer, love,” he muttered, pressing his arousal against my backside. The pressure made my knees weak, my whole body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t help but push back onto him.
“Neither can I,” I whined, widening my stance and arching my back. “Fuck me, Gray.”
“The next time I fuck you after this, I’ll be your husband, Ozzie.” Something warm and squishy rubbed between my cheeks. Gray slipped two fingers inside me, preparing me for his girth. His fingers deftly moved within me, stretching me, making my breaths come out in gasps.
“Please, Gray. I’m ready.”
“Yes, you are.” The thick head of his cock throbbed against my hole. “Hang on, sweetheart.”
Gray entered me swiftly, seating himself entirely inside of me in one powerful thrust. I cried out, gripping the wood tighter as a tremor shook my body.
A grunt escaped Gray. “Feels good, baby?”
“Uh huh.” I bit my bottom lip to hold back my cries. He pulled out and pushed in roughly again, the sound of his pelvis slapping into my cheeks echoing around us. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure shooting through me. The world outside the stable ceased to exist as everything narrowed down to Gray and the incredible sensations he was creating within me.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “I love hearing the sound of your ass backing up on my cock.”
His hand connected with my right cheek then left. Fuck. The pain radiated through me in pleasure, and I threw my ass back into his thrusts. The sound of my hole slurping him down accompanied by his primal groans drove me wild.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted in time with each thrust. “Fuck me, Gray. Love the way your cock ruins my hole.”
My words spurred him on, and his thrusts came faster, rougher, rubbing against my prostate. Oh shit, I couldn’t get cum on my clothes, but I couldn’t hold it in. A cry tore from me just as something soft wrapped around my cock. Gray let out a low grown and emptied himself inside of me.
“I’ve got you, love,” he muttered between gasps for air, his fingers deftly working me over, the silk of his handkerchief providing the barrier I needed. The heat building within me exploded in a rush, my vision blurring as I came hard into his waiting grasp.
We collapsed against each other, spent and panting. His breath was warm on my neck, chest rising and falling rapidly against my back. With a final thrust and a soft groan, Gray pulled out.
“Oh my god. Gray that was incredible.”
“We’re incredible together.”
“Yes, but I don’t think that counts as something blue.” I chuckled, shaking my ass at him, knowing the effect it had on him.
He groaned. “Don’t shake that thing at me when I can’t take advantage of it again so soon.” He rustled into his pants. “I’ve got your something blue right here.”
Gray waved a blue buttplug in front of me, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Do you like it?”
I swallowed, but still unable to speak, I nodded.
“Now I’ve made you speechless.” Laughing, he pressed the buttplug against my entrance, spreading me open. The invasion was slow and methodical, allowing me time to adjust to the feeling of being kept open but full at the same time.
“There. Now we’re ready to get married.” He kissed my cheek and took a step back. “You’ve already made me the happiest man, Ozzie.”
“That’s my line.”
“Who says we can’t have the same line?”
Throat thick with emotion, I dressed quietly next to him. “You think Rowan will notice the wrinkles?” I asked.
“I’m sure you can think of something to explain them.”
He let us out of the stall, his hand on the small of my back. “The next load I put inside you tonight, Ozzie, will be as your husband.”
“I can’t wait.” I tilted my head and he kissed me briefly. “Now I must go or we’ll have a crime scene on our hands instead of a wedding.”
I hurried back to the house, too giddy with happiness to care if Rowan had a fainting spell over the slight wrinkles in my pants. Still, I made a quick stop at a bathroom to fix myself as best as I could. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the cravat, flattening the ruffles on the front of my shirt. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I looked at my reflection. I was about to marry the love of my life.
