I can’t help myself. Slowly, I start to rub against Zack’s hand, twitching my hips forward slightly. The balls shift inside me; I can almost picture them clinking together as electricity bolts through me. At the exact same moment, Luke reaches out and puts a hand on my thigh. Pleasure rushes through me in a hot wave. He’s only touching my leg, for God’s sake, but all at once, it’s too much. I can’t help the sharp gasp that falls out of my mouth.
Zack quickly pulls his hand back, covering the noise with a forced cough into his fist. A few heads turn to face us, and I sit frozen in my seat, mortified, pressing my thighs together to try and squeeze some of the ache out of my violently pounding pussy.
I have no idea how long the ceremony lasts. It feels unusually short, but it’s not like I’m paying attention. As I sit there, trying to be still and quiet, my sex won’t stop clenching, over and over and over. Zack keeps his hand in my lap, tickling his fingers under the hem of my dress whenever I start to cool down. By the time the ceremony ends, I’m breathing hard and soaked.
I’m finally jolted back to reality when a round of applause goes up. I look up blearily as Rob touches under Amy’s chin, dipping his head to pull her into a chaste kiss. The flower girl starts dancing around and haphazardly chucking petals everywhere. Josh bends down, laughing, and scoops her up before she collides with the bride and groom. Zack slowly withdraws his hand, patting my knee soothingly. I close my eyes and try to take some deep breaths. I feel so wet that I’m scared to stand up.
As soon as the kiss is over, the band starts up again. The crowd starts to chatter and stand. I force myself to my feet gingerly.
“Excuse me,” a loud, nasally voice says behind us. “Luke Martins.” Fear jolts through me. Oh God. Someone saw.
We all turn around. An old lady sitting in a sparkly pink mobility scooter has reversed into the aisle, and is staring at us impatiently.
“Mrs Smith,” Luke says calmly. “How nice to see you again.” He doesn’t sound particularly enthusiastic. I give him a questioning look. “Amy’s aunt,” he supplies.
The woman peers at us both from over her glasses, frowning. “What are you doing just standing there?” She demands. “Stop clinging to that young lady and help me to the bathroom. I need someone to put down the ramp for me. I don’t know why they insist on putting stairs everywhere, it’s very inconvenient.”
Luke nods. “Of course, Mrs Smith.”
I squeeze his wrist. “We’ll get you a drink,” I promise, trying to unsubtly twist my legs together.
He pulls a face. “Don’t bother,” he mutters. “I’ll probably be a while. She likes to talk.”
“Chop chop!” Mrs Smith shouts at the top of her lungs. Luke inclines his head and follows her as she powers down the aisle towards the bathrooms.
Zack snorts, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Poor sod,” he says, giving me a cheeky grope. “C’mon. Let’s get you a drink. You look a little warm.”
I’m too turned on to protest, so I just let him drag me away. There’s a refreshments table set out along one side of the hall, full of finger food and drinks. It’s already attracting a horde of people, but they naturally make way for Zack’s huge body as he edges his way through the crowd.
“Champagne?” Zack asks, sliding a hand over the curve of my bum. “Punch?”
“You’re getting a punch in a minute,” I mutter, slapping him away. “Stop feeling me up, I’ll start dripping on the tiles, for God’s sake.”
He groans deeply, picking up the ladle for the punch bowl. “Here you go, love,” he murmurs, pouring a very generous amount into a crystal glass. As I reach for it, he brushes his stubbly cheek against mine. “We’ll stay a couple hours, then I’ll take you upstairs and set you right, yeah? We’ll be back in time for dinner.”
My mouth dries. Ignoring the fluttery pinch between my thighs, I take the glass off him, swilling it back in one gulp. Sweet peach juice floods my senses.
“Another?” Zack asks. He reaches out and touches his thumb under my bottom lip, wiping away a rogue drip. “God, you’re so gorgeous. C’mere. Gimme a hug.”
“What? I’m supposed to be here with Luke—” I trail off as he pulls me close, and I feel the hard bulge between his legs.
Jesus. My breath hitches as he rotates his hips slightly, pressing his hard-on against me. It’s the tiniest little touch, but it makes stars burst behind my eyes. My entire lower stomach aches with wanting. He bends, his breath ghosting over my cheek, and drags my bottom lip into his mouth. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I kiss him back.