Maid of Honor Ch. 03

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Alexis pulled Matt out into the garden, leading him silently by the hand for a minute or two as they wandered one of the old plantation's paths toward the river. When they'd covered enough distance from the house to ensure a private conversation, she sat abruptly on a bench of wrought iron and live oak planks that seemed to have been placed just for this situation. It had full views of the river and of the house's graceful architecture in the distance, and was surrounded by the sweet smells of honeysuckle and jasmine bushes, yet was far from enough from other ears to let someone speak their mind only to its intended audience. She turned quickly to him, with both fire and tears in her eyes.

"Amy DuPrie?! Really? I invite you to my best friend's wedding and you go straight to Amy. Fucking. DuPrie? Can't you see what a slut she is? And apparently you're always in the newspaper's social pages, going out on the town with dozens of other women? Was I just a notch on the bed post for you? Christ, I'm such an idiot. I actually thought we had some sort of connection. I've never done anything like...like...what we did. Oh my god," she said, sitting bolt upright, "You must think I'm like Amy, throwing myself at anything in pants." She actually felt nauseous at the thought, and went pale before Matt finally found his voice in the face of her verbal onslaught.

"First...Alexis, look at me. First, you look beautiful in this dress. I can't believe you were able to put yourself together so quickly before the wedding."

He took a moment to lean back and glance at her fully; it occurred to her that he hadn't really seen her since she'd left his house that morning.

"Next, I don't know Amy from Adam. For that matter, I don't know anyone here. When I walked in, as far as I knew everyone here was your brother, sister, or closest friend so I'd better turn on the charm with them. Well, everyone here could be a sibling except for Mr. Rent-A-Tux in there with his hand on your ass and playing with your hair—let's come back to that later."

Alexis raised both hands to cover her face in dismay, unaware that he'd seen the brief unwanted advance that Ryan had made, yet seeing clearly how it could be misinterpreted.

Matt continued, "Amy could be an attorney, or an interrogator, given how well she grabbed on to the small bits of information I gave her and manipulated the situation; I'd hate to go up against her in court. She had me fetching drinks within two minutes, saying it in such a way that I couldn't turn her down without being rude. Again, I had no idea who this person was and no clue if you even knew her. Then, during the processional, the schemer "accidentally" spilled some of her drink on my leg and put her hand over it, saying apologetically she'd cover the stain so no one would see it."

Reaching out slowly, unsure how she would respond, he pulled her hand to his thigh. "See? It's still a bit wet. It's also a dark fabric, so there's no danger of anyone seeing the stain. I can only guess it's a seduction trick she's used before, like an excuse for putting her hands on someone as an ice-breaker. I pushed her hand away as politely as I could, but not before we got some cold looks from the old couple sitting next to us."

"I've lost my train of thought. What was the other thing you mentioned?"

Alexis felt her anger melting, replaced instead by a sinking feeling that she'd overreacted to quick glimpses of Matt with a woman known to be a man-hunter.

"The newspaper," she said softly, unable to make eye contact with him, "Jen said you're always in the social section with different women."

"I don't know about 'always'. For the last six or eight years my sister-in-law has been on the Board of a children's cancer charity, and every spring she ropes me into being part of one of those buy-a-date-with-a-bachelor auctions. We have dinner, go to the opening party for the town's big arts festival, and then they take a taxi home. Hell, they were all way older than me, and a couple of them were even married, just looking to get out of the house for a night. Lexi, it's a fundraiser."

"...for kids with cancer," she finished. "I feel like such a fool for not trusting you. You've been nothing but straightforward with me, and then I jump all over you. I can't believe you walked in right as Ryan started getting all touchy-feely; I swear nothing else happened and I didn't even want THAT to happen. If you'd gotten there just a few seconds later I would already have pushed him away."

"And you," she finally took time to look him up and down as he'd done with her when they sat down, "You look unbelievably good in that suit. No wonder all those old socialites bid you up in the auction."

His smile answered her unspoken question of whether he'd forgive her outburst. Her eyes sparkled as she was finally able to draw a deep breath; rising from the bench she pulled him up with her.

"Let me make this up to you. Even with the dark fabric, that stain is a little noticeable and it might even damage the material. I know where there's a bathroom with some towels we can use to clean it up and prevent the stain from setting." Taking his hand, she led him back toward the bridal suite.

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Minutes later, Alexis watched as the bride and groom and their wedding planner left the foyer at the base of the bridal suite's stairs, before starting to climb quickly toward the room.

"Looking for your purse?" Matt teased her. "Did you even bring one?"

"No, that's the funny part. I don't know what Molly saw—she's the wedding planner, and see everything—I don't know what she saw, but it wasn't me with a purse. She seemed a little flustered just now, but I guess that comes with the territory on the big day. Here, come on in, and shut the door behind you."

She moved across the room with Matt close behind, following her into the bathroom. He looked inquisitively at Alexis when his eyes rested on the pair of white lingerie panties drying on the counter; the room still had a faint smell of sex.

"Don't ask," she said. "They're the bride's. Let's just say she had a bit of a...situation...right before the ceremony."

"So that whole time, during the ceremony, she was buck naked under the dress?!"

"No, I was; I gave her mine."

Fighting the urge to blush, she looked up at him from under a tilted brow while she waited for his reaction.

"Alexis. Reynolds. I don't think I've ever been surprised by someone so many times in a single day, as I have been by you. Come here," he said, pulling her into his arms and leaning in for a kiss.

She returned the embrace for just a moment before pulling back quickly.

"Wait, wait, my dress! The stain on your pant leg only shows a little in that dark fabric but will really stand out if it transfers to my dress. These wedding gowns are kind of a pain in the ass to get in and out of, so if you're going to kiss me, we have to deal with that stain first. Off with the pants, counselor," she said with mock sternness.

"Without objection, your honor," he laughed, as she opened his belt before kneeling to open his zipper and pull the slacks down and off, struggling briefly to get them over his shoes. "No time to get those off and back on," she thought. "We have to hurry to get back out there for the group photos."

Looking back up, she smiled at the sight of his erection straining against his underwear, its tip poking out of the waistband. Tapping it gently with the pad of her index finger, she said "I'll be back for you in a minute," before moving to the sink and dabbing the pants' stain with a washcloth until the stickiness was gone. She pulled a hand towel from its rack and was about to press it into the moistened area of the pants, when she felt Matt's stiffness between the cheeks of her ass, as his arms encircled her.

"Bring that towel with you," he said, steering her out into the main suite. "It's a bit tight here in the bathroom; let's move out there," he motioned toward the main room with his head, before planting several small kisses on the nape of her neck and leading her out of the bathroom.

Taking the towel from her hands, he spread it on the cushion of an overstuffed wingback chair and turned her to sit down on it.

"But, wait, I was going to, umm, well, take care of you," she said, reaching out to stroke him through his shorts. "Don't you want that?"

"You'll get your chance, babe, but I just can't get that mental image out of my head, of you being nude under here."

His hands ran down the outsides of her thighs, sliding along the silk of her dress until they reached its end near her knees. He hesitated, teasing a finger under the hem before caressing the backs of her calves, dragging the edge of a fingernail along them as he moved back up to grip the bottom of the dress. Despite the smoothness of its material, the dress was tight fitting and Alexis had to help him slide it up, lifting her upper legs to let it bunch around her waist.

Matt smiled when her carefully trimmed bush came into view. She closed her eyes and raised one leg over the arm of the chair, lacing her fingers in his hair as he leaned in and took his first taste of her honey.

His tongue ran the full length of her lips, parting them deeply as he savored the first flush of her juices, what she'd produced just in anticipation of this act. Matt set to work to make it something special for her; he liked this girl, a lot, and no matter how, or when, their time together ended, he wanted their first—possibly only—shared experiences to be an amazing memory for each of them.

He briefly glided the softer underside of his tongue over her clit, just enough to wake it, before making another long pass down her lips, then took small nibbles on each of them. Remembering the responsive spot he'd found just inside her last night, he entered her with a single finger and searched for it again, running slowly along the roof of her channel until he touched the small ridge that elicited a low moan from Alexis.

"Oh god, that's good," she moaned, barely audible, as he circled the spot, running his finger in rings and figure-eights. He added a second finger and pulled them back and forth on either side of the sensitive area.

When Matt moved his tongue fully onto her small button, now emerged from its hood, she moaned again, more loudly this time.

When he pursed his lips and began to suck lightly on it, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him firmly into her sex.

When he began to hum, really a low rumble from the back of his throat, her back stiffened and her belly started to quiver as ripples of sensation spread throughout her body. Her toes clenched and her hands released Matt's head, to grab tightly onto the arms of the chair; colored streaks of light flashed on the inside of her eyelids. Under the silk of her dress, a red flush spread across her breasts and rose toward her neck.

His fingers continued stroking just inside of her, only occasionally pushing further into her with his fingers held together before opening wide as he'd pull them back out toward the opening. Now, though, he pulled them out abruptly and moved one finger further down, circling her puckered rosebud, spreading her juices around it and pressing a bit but without actually entering her. Fighting the grip of her hands, he pulled his head from her and looked up at Alexis with a grin.

At first she didn't realize what was happening, she only knew that the tide of sensations wavered and her exposed body felt a shock of cooler air as Matt moved back from her slightly. She'd never been so close to going over the edge into what promised to be an amazing climax, without actually finishing it. She struggled to clear her thoughts and form words.

"Fuck, Matt, you can't stop there! Please, babe, finish me off. Pretty please?" she added with an exaggerated pout and play-acting bat of her eyelashes.

He laughed as he stood and reached past her with his left arm; his right hand continued slow circles between her two openings, spreading her juices and occasionally dipping just a bit into her folds.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm far from finished with you. Now close your eyes like a good girl, and stick out your tongue—I have a surprise for you."

On the way into the room, Matt had noticed a small statue on the end table next to the chair where Alexis was now splayed so wantonly, and so erotically. It was a crystal Swarovski version of a famous statue that abstractly suggested a pine tree. Six glass spheres were stacked on top of each other, getting progressively larger from top to bottom and standing about 8-10 inches high. Two glass "boards" were crossed beneath the bottom sphere, suggesting the stand you might see on a Christmas tree sold in a corner lot. He picked up the statue by the bottom sphere and held it behind his back, in case she opened her eyes before he was ready.

Leaning in close to her, his lips closed around her tongue, rolling it into a tube before he slid his own tongue down the center, moving back and forth this way several times. Effectively, her tongue was making love to his mouth, while his own rolled tongue did the same to hers. Matt had found this incredibly erotic when a former girlfriend did it to him several years earlier; apparently it had the same effect on Alexis.

"That is soooo not what I thought you were going to put in my mouth, but wow, that's hot," she said as she opened her eyes, pulling away from him as he returned to his kneeling position.

"Glad you liked it, but that wasn't the surprise. Now, back to finishing you off."

Her eyes widened as she saw him bring the statue from behind his back.

"Matt. Brewster. You wonderfully twisted son of a bitch! And, god, look at the potty mouth you bring out in me; what are you doing to me?"

"This," he said, running the top of the statue up and down her slit, moistening it with her cum before circling and pressing into her clit, running her button between the top two, and smallest, spheres. They quickly slid back down and disappeared inside her with ease. His right hand traced the full divide of her perfectly shaped ass, pausing periodically to circle the opening there, but still not entering it.

He pulled at the hairs of her bush with his teeth; she moaned as the third sphere entered her, large enough in diameter to resemble a former lover. Her breathing increased, then increased again further when he leaned in briefly and circled her clit with his tongue. He'd been worried about her response to such an unusual and impromptu toy, but he smiled and relaxed as he looked up and saw her nipples suddenly press against the tight silk of her dress when the fourth sphere slid reluctantly past her entrance. Using the crossed boards at the statue's base, he began turning it back and forth.

"How does that feel? Are you ok?"

"It. Feels. Fucking. Amazing...God; hurts so good. Move it in and out a bit, but I can't take anything bigger than that last one. Ahhhh...mmmm..."

"use...use your...ohh, fuck...you just get me," she moaned as he circled her clit with his lips before she could even finish the sentence asking him to do just that.

Her belly started to quiver once again as he moved the crystal statue in and out of her, continuing to twist it by its base, and pausing the circling of his tongue occasionally to blow short blasts of his warm breath on her button. The fourth sphere gradually began to enter her with more ease, and he pressed the top of the fifth against her full mound to generate a wider sensation of pleasure for her.

With his left hand, he stroked her upper body, trying to pinch a nipple through the silk of her dress, sliding down to pull at the hairs of her bush, or dipping slightly into her belly button. The totality of the sensations was overwhelming to her, and soon her legs began to tense and quiver in time with her belly. Her eyes were closed tight and she bit her lower lip, as she held firmly onto the arms of the chair, feeling the orgasm rushing toward her like a strong wind and tide at the beach.

Matt had been waiting for this sign, and abruptly pulled the makeshift dildo entirely out of her. He lowered it an inch or two before she could respond, and watched as the first two spheres disappeared easily into her ass, pausing only a millisecond before they were followed by the third one and by Matt's mouth closing on her clit. He made the lightest, tiniest bites there as her entire body clenched, her arms and legs pushed her up from the chair for what seemed like an eternity. She finally collapsed with one leg still slung over the arm of the chair, her ass cheeks just at the edge of the seat, and the Swarovski crystal protruding incongruously from between them.

She began to laugh, lightly at first but building into tear-inducing peals of joy. "Holy shit, Matt, I never knew it could be like that. I thought I'd had good sex before, but...wow. Look, my thighs are still trembling."

"Stand up," she said, "I need to start repaying you big time for that. I was feeling like we had to hurry to get back to the reception, but screw that. Jen's married now, so I've done my job as maid of honor."

"Don't worry," Matt answered, "seeing you here now, and your response a minute ago—I've never seen anyone climax so hard—I don't think I'll last very long. We'll get back there in plenty of time."

He stood briefly to pull off his underwear but knelt again quickly before leaning forward to simultaneously kiss her and slide his cock deep into her on the first push. With that first thrust, they both realized that the statue was still embedded in her ass.

"oh god, I'm so sorry," he said, "I forgot it was there." He pulled out of her, reaching for the lowest sphere, but was stopped by her hand on his.

"No. Leave it there," she said with a wicked grin.

"Now it's my turn to call YOU the 'wonderfully twisted son of a bitch'."

He placed a hand on each side of her head, kissing her deeply as he buried his shaft in her to its base. He hadn't expected the range of sensations he experienced: the head of his cock was forced much more tightly against the bumps and ridges in the roof of her channel, while the veins on his underside and the sensitive spot just below its crown could distinctly feel each of the bumps created by the spheres just millimeters away. With each pull back from the incredible tightness produced by the double penetration, his balls scraped against the crossed 'boards' at the statue's base, creating pain just slight enough to be felt as pleasure. As he thrust back in, he felt one of Lexi's hands reaching down to stroke his sack.

Her other hand was between the two of them, running circles around her button or laying the pad of a finger on the side of his shaft as it withdrew and returned. Her breathing grew quickly faster, in pace with her lover's, as she felt herself once again draw close to the edge.

Matt was right, he didn't last long; the incredible range of new sensations was just too much. When he felt Alexis's thighs start to tremble, it pushed him over the edge and he emptied himself into her, collapsing onto her with a startled moan. The sudden weight of him all along her torso, combined with her heightened sensitivity to his release inside her, resulting from the tightness of having two channels filled at once, brought her own release. Although not nearly as intense as her previous orgasm, this one still brought a smile to her face. She stroked Matt's head and back as he sprawled on her chest for a minute or two, until she eventually realized just how uncomfortable the position was.

"Umm, counselor, if you don't mind, would you kindly remove your candlestick—or whatever the hell that was—from my ass?" She smiled as she said it, to remove any sting from the words.