Last Dance for the Bachelor

"Really?" I asked. "I mean, of course. I know that but the question is, do you want to have to walk out of here with your pants drenched or not?"

"Uhm," he breathed. "If we keep doing this, I won't have a choice."

I stood up and wrapped my fingers around his wrists. I pulled him up to stand in front of me. He gripped me, then tried to kiss me.

"Not until we get back there!" I insisted. He pursed his lips hiding a smile as I led him to the back VIP room behind us. I opened the door, and it was dark in there. There was a blacklight, making my outfit glow. 

Pushing him down I moved to him and began kissing him, climbing on his lap. I could hear his warm breath on my neck as he panted.

"How do you want it?"

"What are my choices?" he asked.

"I'll surprise you," I said. I slipped off him and then knelt between his legs. I could hear a slight moan as he exhaled. Along his inner thighs I ran my hands closer to his erection. My fingernails floated lightly over him touching the tip underneath his pants.

I could tell he was dying to be released. After gripping the zipper, I slowly opened it one tooth at a time. Just barely in the low light could I see his briefs.

Taking my index finger, I ran gently massaged the tip. The cloth sticking to it had been soaked through. I couldn't wait any longer and finished unzipping him. Then I unbuttoned his pants. Making sure I had full access; I pulled his pants and briefs down.

There was no reason to hold back so I climbed up beside him on the couch. While on my hands and knees to his left I lowered my mouth closely to him. Flicking my tongue once, I felt him respond to me.

I could taste him and silently promised him that I wouldn't tease him for long. The second lick lingered and then I took him in my mouth. He sat back, gasping as soon as my warm tongue made full contact.

My saliva lubricated him making it easier to suck. As I continued sucking, his breathing was deeper every fourth inhale. I brought my hand to him and began to stroke him while using my mouth.

As he pressed his back into the midnight-black leather, I could hear the accompanying creaking of the cushion against the wood. I hoped he felt good. 

When I opened my eyes to look at him, I admired him. I began to feel affectionate toward him. Instead of this being only a base sexual act, it became loving.

I caressed his lower stomach and while I continued to love him with my mouth, I couldn't help but quietly growl and whimper. When he heard that, he rested his hand on my head.

He ran his fingers through my hair, then gently caressed my face. I hoped he felt how warm my cheeks were for him and the smile I had on my face as he touched me. When I slowed down the pace of sucking and rubbing him, I could tell from his skipping breath that he was close.

When I stopped then started again faster, I knew that would send him where he needed to go. I felt him arch up against me and I had to back up so not to rake my teeth along him.

I felt him grip my head and he pushed further into my mouth. Suddenly, I could taste him repeatedly shooting, filling my mouth. I couldn't help but giggle from the gift he had given me. 

Once he was finished, I sat back and smiled at him. He was gasping and then he pulled me to him closely and began kissing me. I knew he didn't care that he could taste himself on my tongue. 

As I moved back from him, I asked, "How many times do guys get to marry the stripper at your bachelor party?" 

"You laugh, but Rhys ... "

"Oh, I didn't think of him."

We laughed together and then I grabbed his hand and pulled him off the leather couch. He slid off with me and then linked fingers in mine. I grabbed the rest of my regular clothes and pulled my jeans on. I jokingly motioned to Bram that I should keep the top on.

"Do it. I think you look beautiful."

"Well, it IS white, isn't it?"

"That it is."

They left the club and began to walk back up the drive toward the estate. Just as they arrived at the top of the cul de sac, someone drove up in a black luxury car. The outside was so clean that the lights from the doorstep were reflecting off it.

After parking, a man stepped out with an official-looking book. He glanced at me, then Bram, then the address, then the book again.

"Are you the rabbi?" Bram asked. He nodded and smiled.

"I'm Rabbi Cohen," he said. "Pleased to meet you." The rabbi reached his hand out to us, and we both shook it. "So, is the party over yet? I was told I'd be performing a legal marriage today."

"We're the people who are getting married," I said, pointing back and forth between Bram and me. The rabbi smiled and shook his head.

"My apologies. It has been a long day. Um, does it matter that I'm a rabbi and maybe not a priest?"

"You were referred to us by Rhys," Bram said. "We aren't religious. We just want to do this." 

"Right. I did marry him to one of his wives, anyway." He sighed with a smile and eyebrow raise. "So, shall we?" he asked. Bram and I exchanged glances and smiled gleefully. 

"Yes!" we both said in unison. 

"Let's take you out back. I know Rhys has a lovely backyard. Will there be pictures?"

"Oh, probably not--"

"Of course, there will be pictures."

We all looked upstairs to see Rhys hanging out the window waving. Then he closed the curtains. We waited until we could hear shuffling feet against the carpeted stairs. Rhys came waving his hands to us. His wives were following him and then he led us to the backyard. A few people from the club were hanging out back there.

"You've lucked out," Rabbi Cohen said. "It's warmer tonight than usual. Let's have a nice ceremony here."

"Great!" Rhys said. 

Bram and I stood next to each other while Rhys was skillfully taking photos. I imagined this must have been what he was like before he got sick. If destroying one tumor could make him feel this much better, what would killing hundreds do?

We held hands as the rabbi had us repeat vows to one another. It wasn't supposed to be a glamorous wedding. It was purely because we were in love this time around and wanted to do it for the right reasons. 

As I grinned at Bram and the rabbi told us to kiss, we did as Rhys took pictures of us. He held my face and pulled me close to kiss me again. As he began to go a little deeper, Rhys was whistling but I wanted to stop. I didn't mind being that way in front of people occasionally, but I was feeling too much passion.

And perhaps I was feeling a little possessive of our time and bodies right then. I wanted us to be alone now that we had gone through the legalities of marriage. It was what was about to come that would make everything worth it.

Like he did in South Carolina, Bram picked me up and carried me across the threshold. I giggled the whole way and Rhys was taking pictures. The Darling wives were throwing confetti they had and as Bram brought me up the stairs, I had never been happier.

The bedroom he led me to was as big as one of my old apartments. Rhys told us there were robes and towels if we wanted to shower. Boy, did we ever. We closed and locked the door behind us. Immediately, he had me up against the door, kissing and scraping my neck with his stubble. 

I was gasping and then I pushed him back. I began to take my clothes off. 

"You never got to see the whole thing off. I'd love to show you now. How about a shower show?" I asked. He nodded enthusiastically, as he pulled his clothes off. We turned on the shower and both got in. 

I stood underneath the water and let it pour over all my curves. I lathered soap up and scrubbed my tits with it. I removed the shower handle and washed the suds off my tits, the water making my nipples hard. 

Bram wasn't going to wait for me to finish. He came in aggressively and pushed me against the wall, kissing me deeply. 

"Do you want to find out which one is more sensitive today?" I asked. Just as I finished the last sentence, I felt him hard against my leg and then he was in me. I gasped in both pleasure and surprise. 

My mouth dropped open and I pulled him to me, kissing him repeatedly as the water poured over us. He was rough with me biting and licking me all over. The cadence of his breath was my indication of what level of pleasure he was feeling. As it picked up and became more labored, I knew he was enjoying himself fully.

"Alex," he breathed. "I love you." The way he said it meant something new to me knowing we were together because we wanted to be and not because we were forced. 

"I love you too, Bram. So much!" I gasped. He smiled up at me and then began to suck on my right nipple. "It's that one--" I began but then he went to my left and said, "It's the left, wait--" He kept going back and forth between them, teasing me more. 

"It's your turn," he said, breathing hard. "How do you want to come … wife?"