メイド・オブ・オナー

ウェディングケーキは大惨事だった。三層の白いフォンダン、そして最上段は酔っ払った船乗りのように傾いていた。笑いをこらえながらそれを見つめていると、背中のくびれに手を感じた。

"Don't even think about it," a voice said, low and warm. "I saw you eyeing that cake. You're not going to fix it."

私は振り返った。彼は背が高く、黒髪で、彫りの深い顎と、私の内側にとても不公平なことをしている目を持っていた。「直すつもりはなかった。テーブルから押し落として、飛び散るのを見るつもりだった。」

「なんてこった」彼はにやりと笑った。「君がメイド・オブ・オナーなのか？」

"Lena. And you're...?"

"Marco. Groom's cousin." He tilted his head, his gaze dropping to my lips for a split second. "You look like you need a drink."

The tent was buzzing with drunk uncles and aunts doing the electric slide. I didn't want a drink. I wanted to get out of this dress, and I had a feeling he wanted to help me with that. The thought made my skin prickle.

"I need air," I said.

He followed me out into the cool night, past the string lights and the laughing bridesmaids. The garden was dark, the grass damp under my heels. We stopped behind a hedge of hydrangeas. The music was a distant thump.

"So," he said, leaning against a tree. "You're not going to fix the cake."

"Fuck the cake."

彼は笑い、それから彼の手が私の腰に回り、私を彼の方へ引き寄せた。彼の口が私の口に重なり、それは優しくなかった。飢えたように、要求するように、そして私はそれに溶け込み、指で彼のシャツを握りしめた。彼はウイスキーと何か甘いものの味がした。彼の舌が私の舌に滑り込み、私は彼の口の中で喘いだ。

「ああ、レナ」彼は息を漏らし、薄いシルクのドレスの上から私のお尻を包むように手を滑らせた。「どれだけ長く君を見つめてたか、君にはわからないだろう」

"Show me."

He spun me around, pressing me against the rough bark of the tree. His hands were everywhere — up my thighs, under the hem of my dress, finding the lace of my panties. He pulled them down, and I stepped out of them, my heart hammering. The night air was cool on my wet skin.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice rough.

I did. I was so wet I could feel it slick on my thighs. He dropped to his knees, his hands parting me, and then his mouth was on me. His tongue found my clit, and I gasped, my head falling back against the bark.

"Oh, God..."

He licked me slowly, deliberately, then faster, his fingers sliding inside me, curling. I was trembling, my hips bucking against his face. He sucked on my clit, and I came hard, a sharp cry escaping my lips. He didn't stop, licking me through it until I was shaking.

He stood up, his face glistening. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stroked it once, twice, then guided it to my entrance.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked. His eyes were dark, intense. He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, and I felt myself stretch around him. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're tight."

"Don't stop."

彼は本当に止まった。彼はほとんど根元まで抜き出し、それから激しく突き戻した。私は叫び声をあげた。彼は再び、前より強くそれを繰り返し、両手で私の腰を掴み、木に押し付けるようにして私を激しく貫いた。樹皮が背中を擦りむいたが、気にならなかった。感じるのは彼だけで、私を満たし、押し広げ、その律動は速く、容赦なかった。

「そう、そこ、マルコ、くそっ——」

「気持ちいいのか？」彼は荒い息をしながら、額を私の額に当てていた。「友達の結婚式で、木に押し付けられて犯されるのが好きなのか？」

"Yes. God, yes."

He drove into me, deeper, faster, and I felt my second orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly. He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in circles. That was it. I shattered, crying out, my walls clenching around him.

「くそっ、レナ、イキそうだ…」

He pulled out abruptly, and I felt his hot cum spray across my stomach, my thighs. He groaned, his body shuddering against mine. For a moment, we just stood there, breathing hard.

すると彼は低く、息も絶え絶えの笑い声をあげた。「君のドレス、台無しだよ」

I looked down. White silk, now covered in streaks of cum. I started laughing too, a helpless giggle that turned into a snort. "The maid of honor, covered in come at her best friend's wedding. Classy."

He helped me pull up my panties — I didn't bother with the dress. "We should go back before someone notices."

「気づかせてやればいいのよ。」

He kissed me again, softer this time, and I felt a warm flutter in my chest. The cake could wait. The reception could wait. Right now, all I wanted was another glass of champagne and this man's hand in mine.