Sweet Addiction
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“Okay, where are all the hot boys at?” Joey searches the room, practically bouncing on his feet. The boy is on the hunt and has a predictable one tracked mind.
I shake my head at him. “Could you please try and keep it in your pants during the ceremony? You are technically my plus one and can wait to get all freaky with some lucky man at the reception.”
“I make no promises, cupcake.” He smooths his suit and wiggles his brows at me as Juls extends her hand, pointing towards the left side of the room.
“See the man sitting five rows back on the end with the ponytail?”
I laugh and her eyes widen. “Ponytail? You didn’t say Ian had a ponytail?”
“Well he does. And he lets me tug it when I’m coming.”
“Hot Damn. Get it, Juls!” Joey begins fanning his face and I know I need to do the same. My cheeks suddenly feel like they’re on fire. Although, I shouldn’t be that surprised at my best friend’s comment. Between the three of us, we are all entirely too obsessed with the male appendage.
“Anyways---” she continues with a tone, “---the three equally delicious looking men next to him are all his colleagues. And Billy---” she meets Joey’s anxious eyes, “---is the one next to the two empty seats. You guys better hurry up and grab them before someone else does. Oh shit.” She glances down at her watch and pushes us forward into the room. “Sit. Hurry.” She clicks away on her heels as I stare down the center aisle where the bride will be walking down any minute. Shit. I can’t walk down that aisle to my seat. That has to be some kind of weird karma to walk where the bride of your ex-boyfriend is about to walk. No thank you. I do not need that kind of bad luck.
“Come on.” I grab Joey’s sleeve and pull him with me towards the left side of the room, walking quickly up the rows of chairs until we stop at the fifth row. Ian, Mr. Ponytail, glances up and smiles at me. Ooohhh he is cute. “Excuse me,” I say softly. I step between his long legs and the chair in front of him, trying to quickly make my way to the two empty seats. There isn’t much space to wiggle through and I inwardly laugh at the thought of my six foot two muscly assistant doing the same shimmy right behind me. The lights start to dim, indicating that the ceremony is about to start so I move faster, Joey pushing up against my back.
“Oh shit.” My heel slips on the arm of a suit jacket that is hanging on the back of a chair and I fall backwards, crashing straight into the lap of the man sitting two seats down from Ian. His hands quickly grab my waist and I gasp at the contact. Oh great. Good job, Dylan. Glancing down slowly, I see the sexiest pair of hands I’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re big; his fingers long and tightly gripping my hips. Slightly tanned skin contrasting beautifully with my black dress and I hear a few muffled laughs coming from behind and either side of me. My eyes flick up to meet Joey’s who is grinning widely, glancing behind me amusingly at whoever’s lap I am sitting in. I stand up quickly and spin, getting the first real look at the man my ass is now acquainted with. “Oh shit.” I gasp, seeing a small smile form at the corner of his perfect mouth. Oh God I want that mouth on me. Full and pink with a predominant slit running down the middle of the bottom one. His tongue darts out and slowly licks it. Whoa.
“You already said that, love.” Holy fucking shit that voice. Are you kidding me with that voice? Low and sweet, I can almost taste it. My eyes quickly scan the rest of his face as Joey nudges me in the back, urging me to move forward. Fuck him. He can wait a second and allow me to marvel at this spectacle in front of me. His body is fit, built, and definitely makes good use of a gym membership. Perfectly disheveled dark brown hair that is slightly grown out, striking green eyes that are glued to mine and a strong jaw. Jesus, is this guy for real? He could be a fucking model with these looks.
“I… uh… I… sorry.” Swallowing loudly after my poor attempt at a sentence, I move quickly and fall back into the chair closest to the aisle, my chest heaving rapidly in my dress.
“What the fuck was that?” Joey whispers as he sits down next to me, blocking my view entirely of the hottest guy I have ever seen in person.
“I don’t know. I fell.”
“You are such a whore you did that on purpose. Christ on a cracker he’s hot.” Joey leans back a bit and I meet the man’s eyes briefly before I drop my head, my cheeks instantly flushing. “Did he get hard? Is he huge? He looks huge.”
I cover my mouth after a loud gasp escapes. “Jesus, you have zero filter. Thank God we aren’t in a church. He does look huge though right?” We giggle and make crude gestures at each other as the wedding party music begins to play.
“I bet he’s bigger than Justin,” he teases and my eyes widen.
“Are you serious? The ring bearer is probably bigger than Justin.”
His mouth falls open. “I fucking knew he had a little dick. You never admitted it.”
“Yup.” I wiggle my pinky finger at him and he cracks. “We should have gotten Sara a dildo as her wedding gift. She’s gonna need it.”
Oh My God. Joey mouths as I glance up to the front of the room. My eyes instantly fall on Justin who is now standing next to his groomsmen. Fucking hell he looks good. I was hoping he got fat.
“You okay?” Joey whispers and I nod, slowly turning in my seat so that I can see the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. They are all wearing peach-colored dresses that sweep along the floor with each step they take. I smile at the flower girl as she sprinkles petals along the path and settles up front with the rest of the party. The room is beautiful, everything in white and coral. Tall crystal cylinders line each row of chairs and small lit votive candles float in the water they held. Calla lilies are spread throughout the room in vases, on tables, and each bridesmaid clutches one. With the change of the music, the guests all rise to their feet and turn their heads towards the back of the room. My eyes meet Juls’ immediately as she stands by the door.
“You okay?” she mouths.
“Whatever,” I reply. She steps up and opens the double doors, allowing Sara to walk through with her father.
I spend the rest of the ceremony staring down into my lap at my fingers. They are freshly painted a deep plum color and I smile at the sight of frosting that is smudged on my left ring finger knuckle. Popping it into my mouth and sucking, I moan softly at the sweet taste of sugar as Joey weeps like a baby next to me. To my surprise, I’m not emotional at all. Weddings usually turned me into a blubbering idiot but today, at this particular wedding, I’m emotionless. I guess a part of me should feel a bit sad. Not because my ex-boyfriend is getting married to someone other than myself, but because I wasted two years of my life on a relationship that almost broke me. And seeing him again is a reminder of all that time wasted. An annoying reminder. Why the hell did I even stay with him for that long? It definitely wasn’t because of the sex. Sex with Justin was bland and boring. He never once brought me to orgasm. Not once. I would have to finish myself off after he rolled out of bed and stalked into the bathroom. Of course, I always let him believe that he got me off. I had to give the guy something. Raising my head, I glare at his profile. You’re welcome, dick.
“And now it is with honor that I present to you for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Banks. You may now kiss the bride.” Everyone stands up and cheers and of course, I follow suit. It would be rude not to and I’m not bitter so whatever, I cheer. Justin and Sara share a lingering kiss and earn a few whistles from the audience. I feel Joey’s hand squeeze mine and I glance up into his big blue eyes.
I shake my head at him. “Could you please try and keep it in your pants during the ceremony? You are technically my plus one and can wait to get all freaky with some lucky man at the reception.”
“I make no promises, cupcake.” He smooths his suit and wiggles his brows at me as Juls extends her hand, pointing towards the left side of the room.
“See the man sitting five rows back on the end with the ponytail?”
I laugh and her eyes widen. “Ponytail? You didn’t say Ian had a ponytail?”
“Well he does. And he lets me tug it when I’m coming.”
“Hot Damn. Get it, Juls!” Joey begins fanning his face and I know I need to do the same. My cheeks suddenly feel like they’re on fire. Although, I shouldn’t be that surprised at my best friend’s comment. Between the three of us, we are all entirely too obsessed with the male appendage.
“Anyways---” she continues with a tone, “---the three equally delicious looking men next to him are all his colleagues. And Billy---” she meets Joey’s anxious eyes, “---is the one next to the two empty seats. You guys better hurry up and grab them before someone else does. Oh shit.” She glances down at her watch and pushes us forward into the room. “Sit. Hurry.” She clicks away on her heels as I stare down the center aisle where the bride will be walking down any minute. Shit. I can’t walk down that aisle to my seat. That has to be some kind of weird karma to walk where the bride of your ex-boyfriend is about to walk. No thank you. I do not need that kind of bad luck.
“Come on.” I grab Joey’s sleeve and pull him with me towards the left side of the room, walking quickly up the rows of chairs until we stop at the fifth row. Ian, Mr. Ponytail, glances up and smiles at me. Ooohhh he is cute. “Excuse me,” I say softly. I step between his long legs and the chair in front of him, trying to quickly make my way to the two empty seats. There isn’t much space to wiggle through and I inwardly laugh at the thought of my six foot two muscly assistant doing the same shimmy right behind me. The lights start to dim, indicating that the ceremony is about to start so I move faster, Joey pushing up against my back.
“Oh shit.” My heel slips on the arm of a suit jacket that is hanging on the back of a chair and I fall backwards, crashing straight into the lap of the man sitting two seats down from Ian. His hands quickly grab my waist and I gasp at the contact. Oh great. Good job, Dylan. Glancing down slowly, I see the sexiest pair of hands I’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re big; his fingers long and tightly gripping my hips. Slightly tanned skin contrasting beautifully with my black dress and I hear a few muffled laughs coming from behind and either side of me. My eyes flick up to meet Joey’s who is grinning widely, glancing behind me amusingly at whoever’s lap I am sitting in. I stand up quickly and spin, getting the first real look at the man my ass is now acquainted with. “Oh shit.” I gasp, seeing a small smile form at the corner of his perfect mouth. Oh God I want that mouth on me. Full and pink with a predominant slit running down the middle of the bottom one. His tongue darts out and slowly licks it. Whoa.
“You already said that, love.” Holy fucking shit that voice. Are you kidding me with that voice? Low and sweet, I can almost taste it. My eyes quickly scan the rest of his face as Joey nudges me in the back, urging me to move forward. Fuck him. He can wait a second and allow me to marvel at this spectacle in front of me. His body is fit, built, and definitely makes good use of a gym membership. Perfectly disheveled dark brown hair that is slightly grown out, striking green eyes that are glued to mine and a strong jaw. Jesus, is this guy for real? He could be a fucking model with these looks.
“I… uh… I… sorry.” Swallowing loudly after my poor attempt at a sentence, I move quickly and fall back into the chair closest to the aisle, my chest heaving rapidly in my dress.
“What the fuck was that?” Joey whispers as he sits down next to me, blocking my view entirely of the hottest guy I have ever seen in person.
“I don’t know. I fell.”
“You are such a whore you did that on purpose. Christ on a cracker he’s hot.” Joey leans back a bit and I meet the man’s eyes briefly before I drop my head, my cheeks instantly flushing. “Did he get hard? Is he huge? He looks huge.”
I cover my mouth after a loud gasp escapes. “Jesus, you have zero filter. Thank God we aren’t in a church. He does look huge though right?” We giggle and make crude gestures at each other as the wedding party music begins to play.
“I bet he’s bigger than Justin,” he teases and my eyes widen.
“Are you serious? The ring bearer is probably bigger than Justin.”
His mouth falls open. “I fucking knew he had a little dick. You never admitted it.”
“Yup.” I wiggle my pinky finger at him and he cracks. “We should have gotten Sara a dildo as her wedding gift. She’s gonna need it.”
Oh My God. Joey mouths as I glance up to the front of the room. My eyes instantly fall on Justin who is now standing next to his groomsmen. Fucking hell he looks good. I was hoping he got fat.
“You okay?” Joey whispers and I nod, slowly turning in my seat so that I can see the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. They are all wearing peach-colored dresses that sweep along the floor with each step they take. I smile at the flower girl as she sprinkles petals along the path and settles up front with the rest of the party. The room is beautiful, everything in white and coral. Tall crystal cylinders line each row of chairs and small lit votive candles float in the water they held. Calla lilies are spread throughout the room in vases, on tables, and each bridesmaid clutches one. With the change of the music, the guests all rise to their feet and turn their heads towards the back of the room. My eyes meet Juls’ immediately as she stands by the door.
“You okay?” she mouths.
“Whatever,” I reply. She steps up and opens the double doors, allowing Sara to walk through with her father.
I spend the rest of the ceremony staring down into my lap at my fingers. They are freshly painted a deep plum color and I smile at the sight of frosting that is smudged on my left ring finger knuckle. Popping it into my mouth and sucking, I moan softly at the sweet taste of sugar as Joey weeps like a baby next to me. To my surprise, I’m not emotional at all. Weddings usually turned me into a blubbering idiot but today, at this particular wedding, I’m emotionless. I guess a part of me should feel a bit sad. Not because my ex-boyfriend is getting married to someone other than myself, but because I wasted two years of my life on a relationship that almost broke me. And seeing him again is a reminder of all that time wasted. An annoying reminder. Why the hell did I even stay with him for that long? It definitely wasn’t because of the sex. Sex with Justin was bland and boring. He never once brought me to orgasm. Not once. I would have to finish myself off after he rolled out of bed and stalked into the bathroom. Of course, I always let him believe that he got me off. I had to give the guy something. Raising my head, I glare at his profile. You’re welcome, dick.
“And now it is with honor that I present to you for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Banks. You may now kiss the bride.” Everyone stands up and cheers and of course, I follow suit. It would be rude not to and I’m not bitter so whatever, I cheer. Justin and Sara share a lingering kiss and earn a few whistles from the audience. I feel Joey’s hand squeeze mine and I glance up into his big blue eyes.
