Chapter 2 Wedding Planner

Bella

Today was going to be a good day, I can feel it!

I smile to myself happily as I hum and throw everything I'll be needing into my bag and head out to my car.

My mood was perfect, and that's because of the clients I took on. Their wedding is today and I have to be there on time to organize how the wife wants the venue to be.

Since I started working with Natasha on her wedding venue plans, I've never seen her husband once. One day I summoned the courage to ask about him, and all she said was he travels a lot but is looking forward to the wedding too -- while plastering her perfected fake smile.

Well, today is the wedding day and I hope he shows up. Even if he doesn't I still get paid so it's none of my business.

I drive into the car park before parking my car and stepping out. I make sure to grab all my belongings from the car and then make my way into the venue.

The first time Natasha took me to see the venue I was in awe. The hall was big, and the chandeliers she had installed were so beautiful. Her wedding would definitely be the highlight of the news and blogs for weeks. I always wondered how she got the hotel to rent out their biggest venue to her and also make their wedding the only event to be held today.

I guess that's what happens when money speaks.

As I make my way to the main hall, I'm surprised to see it's empty. But everything has been organized by my team just like I described. Good, that means extra time for a quick drink or meal.

I choose the former and head to the bar.

"Hello, what would you like to have?" The man at the bar asks.

"Hi, I'll take a margarita." He nods at me and goes to make the drink. "Thank you," I smile before bringing my phone out and going through messages and emails.

I see one from Beth, my team leader and assistant telling me everything is ready just in case I don't arrive on time due to traffic. And that she and the others have gone home to change and get ready for the wedding.

I shoot her a quick reply just as the waiter brings my drink, "Thank you." I mutter to him before he walks off.

"Too early to be day drinking, don't you think?" I turn my head to where the strange voice came from. My mouth almost falls open when I see the owner of the voice. Next to me is a dark-haired man with chocolate brown eyes. He had a perfectly chiseled jaw and his facial structures looked like they defied all laws of how any human should look.

I picked my jaw up from the floor and hoped he didn't notice me checking him out. "Not really. This is happy drinking."

He chuckles heartily, "Not sure I've heard that one before."

I let my eyes linger on his muscled arms before I gulped down the remainder of my drink, "Now you have." I smirked.

I never smirk. I'll blame it on the alcohol.

"Do you always check strangers out?" He asks giving me a knowing smile

I feel my cheeks warm up from embarrassment, "No. Just the ones I want to fuck." I have no idea where the courage is coming from but I can bet it has something to do with the glass of margarita I just had.

The stranger's expression darkened and his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip, I almost copy the action but I refrain because want to lick his lips instead.

"Fuck," he groans, his eyes still on mine. "Meet me upstairs in three minutes. Room 706."

After a few minutes of contemplating whether or not I should go upstairs and have sex with a stranger, I decided to let loose and say fuck it. I check the time and wince lowly when I see that it's been seven minutes i hope he doesn't think I bailed.

I walked up to the room he gave me and knocked, almost immediately the door opened revealing the sexy stranger from downstairs.

"Can I come in?" I ask and he steps aside to let me through.

I walked into the room and turned around after I heard him lock the door. He stalks over to me and brushes his thumb on my lips. My breath caught in my throat, and I let my eyes close momentarily to take in his touch. I'd wanted his touch for so long.

His hand moved down my body slowly. He leaned over slightly so that his lips brushed my ear, and I let out a small sigh. His hand finally reached my hip. His rough hand brushed over my skin until it reached my belly button. I swallowed hard as it retreated lower and lower until it finally touched the top of my leggings. His fingers reached in, and he smirked against my ear. They played with the top of my panties, and then he drove his fingers across the top of them and eventually made his way down farther.

I gasped when he reached the bottom of my panties, where my wetness soaked them. He pressed his fingers down a little harder.

"You like what you see?" he questioned, his fingers slowly making circles on the outside of my wet panties.

"No," I breathed out heavily. I could barely focus on what he was saying.

"No?" he questioned again.

I felt my eyebrows knit together.

"Well, how about this then?" His fingers slipped into my panties and touched my wetness.

I gasped louder this time. His finger began to make rougher circles around my clit. I clung on to his shoulder for support. My legs were about to buckle from underneath me.

The circles he was making sped up, the longer he continued.

"Answer me," he demanded. "Do you like this?" his deep voice whispered in my ear.

He picked up the pace even more, and I let out a soft moan.

"No," I moaned again. I could feel myself about to reach my peak, about to go over the top. I clung to him tighter.

He removed his hand from my core, and I groaned.

I peered up at him. "Why'd you stop?" I asked.

He smirked down at me. "You said you didn't like it."

I groaned again, frustrated that he didn't let me finish.

"Please?"

He looked at me with fake wonder.

"Please what?" he asked.

I didn't want to say it aloud. I found it quite embarrassing.

"Say it. Beg for it." His eyes became dark again.

As I peered down at the floor, trying to avoid his lust-filled eyes, I could see the bulge starting to form in his jeans, which made my core clench. He wanted me.

"Can you touch me again?" I felt the blood rush to my face, but I looked up at him through my lashes.

"Is that all you want me to do? Just to touch you?" he asked.

I swallowed hard. There was no way I was going to say what I wanted him to do to me out loud. I would surely die of embarrassment.

"Look at me," he demanded.

My eyes peered up at him. "Answer me."

I bit my lip, and my core tightened, just thinking about what I wanted him to do to me.

"No. That's not all."

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Please don't make me," I pleaded.

"All you have to do is say it, and I'll give you it." He took my hand and placed it on his chest.

I felt his muscles ripple underneath his shirt. His hand guided mine down his chest and abs. I swallowed hard as he stopped when my hand was above his jeans, fully feeling the size. He squeezed his hand slightly, which made me squeeze him. I moved my hand up and down to feel his length, and my breathing sped up.

"I want you inside of me," I breathed out. I didn't dare to look up at him. I had gotten the confidence to say it, but as soon as it left my mouth, I was nervous.

"Good." I heard the smirk in his voice. His hands found the bottom of my shirt, and he pulled it up over my head. His strong hands cupped my naked breasts. His nose ran alongside my neck until he found the crook of it. He placed small kisses on my collarbone.

I gasped when his fingers pinched my nipple.

His other hand explored my body and eventually made it down to my leggings once more. He pushed them down with ease. As I stepped out of them, he walked me back a few steps, so I was sitting on the top of the couch. He crouched down and began kissing down my chest to my nipples. He sucked one of them into his mouth as he played with the other with his fingers. I let out a deep moan as his teeth grazed my nipple. His hand then trailed down my body, meeting my panties.

After giving my nipple one last lick, his tongue made its way further down until I felt his lips on the top of my panties. He looked up at me with his dark eyes, and I felt his lips on top of my core through my underwear. I gasped as he pulled them down with his hands. His tongue found my clit, and he slowly began making circles with it. My hand tugged on his thick hair. I felt one of his fingers slowly make its way inside of me, and I instantly clenched my core. He started with a slow in-and-out movement until I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted more of him.

"Please ... more ... faster," I breathed out.

He inserted another finger in me and sped up the pace. The moans were coming out of my mouth quicker and louder. Another finger and his speed increased. I rocked my hips back and forth, meeting his rhythm as his tongue danced on my clit. I moaned aloud as I felt my wetness being built up higher and higher. The pressure I felt was pure ecstasy.

"Come for me," he said.

I let my core clench around his fingers and then unravel around him. My breath was heavy, and I felt my head fall back as I let out a final moan. He stood up and smirked at the pleasure that filled my body. I lifted myself off of the couch, making sure to steady myself before I let go.

I wanted more of him.

He leaned down into my neck, his lips brushing my ear once more. "My turn," he growled.

He pushed down on my shoulders, and I landed on all fours. I was taken aback by the force of his push and was wondering why he did so. I looked up at him to find myself faced with the bulge in his jeans.

"Now, you're going to be a good girl for me, right? You're going to give me what I want."

I nodded my head and squeezed my legs together.

His hands fell to the end of his shirt, and he peeled it off his body. I watched as his arm muscles flexed as he threw it on the couch next to us. His hands undid the buttons on his jeans, and he pushed them down, exposing his briefs and his huge bulge. I bit my lip, excited to see him.

He grabbed himself slightly through his briefs, and I felt my core tighten. I reached up and slowly pulled his underwear off of him. His member stood tall and full. I gasped, wondering how I would fit that all inside my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his base and touched the top of my lips to his tip. I swirled my tongue around it, teasing him a little. I licked up and down his cock as he grabbed my hair with his hands. I took this as an opportunity to slip him into my mouth. I began slowly sucking at him, teasing him, like he did with me. With his hands in my hair, he forced my head farther down on his dick.

As he hit the back of my throat, I gagged and tried to pull my head back, but his hands wouldn't let me off of him. He was fully in my mouth.

"Suck," he ordered. I did as I was told, and he began to force my head up and down his length quickly. I sucked harder. "Fuck, stand up!" I did as he told me and walked over to the bed before laying on it.

"I need you inside of me. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me so hard that I beg you to stop. I need you, Please. Please," I whimpered at the end. I was waiting for the impact of another hit to my butt, but it never came.

He released the grip on my hair, and my panties were ripped down from my waist. I looked back to see him behind me, stripping his shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. He stared at me as I watched him undo his belt and pull down the rest of his clothing.

I smirked when I saw his size again and took in a deep breath.

His hands went to my hips, and I felt him at my entrance.

"Please give it to me," I said.

As soon as those words left my lips, he jammed his cock inside of me. I let out a loud moan. He was so big.

He thrust in and out of me quickly, and I let the moans flow out of my mouth. He pulled on the scarf of my tied hands, which lifted my upper body off of the table until his back was pressed hard up against mine and his lips were at my ear.

"Fuck, you take my cock so well. You're such a dirty little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes. Deeper!" I moaned loudly unable to control myself.

He sat up in a kneeling position as he continued to thrust within me and held my legs in the air. I rested them on his shoulders and rubbed my clit with my fingers. He watched me rub it around and moan out.

"Fuck," he moaned.

He pounded harder into me, and I could feel the pressure building up for the second time tonight.

He took my legs off of his shoulders and pulled out of me. Flipping me around, he pulled my ass into the air. I posted my hands on the bed and knelt on my knees. He positioned himself again between my legs and entered me from behind. He held on to my shoulders as he pushed roughly into me.

He removed my hand from my clit and replaced it with his fingers. They rubbed small circles around it as he thrust. I moaned out in pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my upper body off the bed. His mouth nibbled on my ear.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered.

"I want to come all over your cock. I want my juices dripping all over you," I whispered back.

"I want to come all over your cock. I want my juices dripping all over you," I whispered back.

He moaned out. He rubbed my clit over and over again, and soon, I clenched myself around him and released.

I felt him stiffen as my pussy clenched him over and over again. He stayed in me as he came to catch his breath.

He pulled out next to me and fell over on the side of my bed.

We lay there for I didn't know how long. I was afraid to speak; I was embarrassed to.

"Oh, wow... that... was amazing,"

"Amazing," we said at the same time and laughed.

I turned to face him, "Why do you have a room here in the first place? You live here?"

"Uh, no." He paused and stared into my eyes. "Today is my wedding day."