Back at the Altar-1
Back at the AltarI had always believed in happily ever after, until Hunter the rat bastard Willis left me at the altar on our wedding day.
We had been living together for three years, had two dogs, and a condo to die for. What else was there to do but marry? Seal the deal?
Apparently he didn’t feel the same way because I stood at the altar in New York, wearing my black expensive tuxedo and my tight Italian shoes, listening while my soon-to-be ex-almost-husband told the priest and all our friends that he just couldn’t do it and he didn’t love me anymore. In shock and beyond heart-broken, I watched him walk away, dreams shattered and tears streaming down my face. Two weeks later, he was shacked up with someone ‘new,’ the hussy. Apparently he had been secretly f*****g some little twink from his job and didn’t f*****g have the guts to break up with me before the ceremony. Thoughtless, heartless bastard!
Of course, you realize I had to pay for everything. He’s gone and all that’s left of him is the bill. He even took the dogs. I thought he was the one. How could I have been so wrong?
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We met at a party in East Atlanta. Brenda, one of my best friends, was having a housewarming get-together and I had been coerced into attending. Body parts had been threatened. She had just married her childhood sweetheart, Melissa, in New York, and they were enjoying a hers and hers moment. There were a lot of people there I didn’t know. It had been a long dry spell for me at this point and I wasn’t in a rush to meet someone new, but s*x was always good. Brenda, it turned out, had other ideas. I bet she regrets it now.
Anyway, by the time I arrived, the party was in full swing. I gave Brenda and Melissa hugs and kisses and congratulated them on the house.
“It’s beautiful, just like the two of you,” I said with a wink.
Brenda rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Cole. You just want me to introduce you to hot men.”
“Well, duh, s*x is good and it’s been too long,” I responded with my own eye roll.
“You look good,” she said. “That purple shirt looks good on you. Are those jeans new?”
“Yup, got them at Macy’s last week.” I handed my gift to Melissa. “I’m going to mingle and find someone hot to f**k. Later, girls.” I wandered the room, scoping out prospects. “Hey, Jeremy,” I called out.
Jeremy Sultan was in my book club—the club I hadn’t attended in months because of late work nights. Nice guy, kind of cute in a geeky way with the freckles on his nose and thick auburn hair and steel grey eyes. He was about my height and size, a little lanky.
“Cole! What’s up, my man? Did you finish the Dan Brown book?” he asked, eyes bright and twinkling.
“Nope. Still working on it. I might have to miss the next meeting—again. Been too busy at work. Late hours. You know how it goes. Is it good?”
“Hell yeah! If you want, I can give you a summary of it so you don’t have to miss the next meeting. You’ll be prepared. Plus, it’s at my house. I’ll even let you cheat,” he said with a smile. He had a nice smile, even teeth.
“Ha! You’re too good to me. I’ll let you know, okay? Thanks for the offer.”
“Hey, no problem, man. Anytime.” With that, Jeremy wandered off to talk to someone else he knew on the other side of the room.
I headed over to the punch bowl and poured myself a drink. On tasting it, I shuddered. Why does Brenda always make this stuff so strong? You could get drunk just from the fumes. Deciding to just sip it for the rest of the night, I turned around and almost bumped into someone behind me. Reaching out a hand to steady myself, I started to apologize. I froze upon seeing the hottest man in existence.
He had green eyes, short black hair, and was about six-foot-two to my five-foot-ten inches in height. Handsome as sin, he had dimples cut into his cheeks and a cleft chin. Broad shoulders filled out a tight green Polo shirt that emphasized his flat stomach. Dark blue jeans encased sinfully long legs and made my mouth water.
Damn, he’s hot!
The vision before me chuckled, and I realized I had said that out loud. Damn Brenda and her punch!
“Okay,” I said, recovering my dignity. “Now that I’ve embarrassed myself, it’s your turn.”
“Oh, no,” said the vision. “I’m having too much fun watching you.”
With a put upon sigh, I held out my hand and said, “Just my luck. All right, the least I can do is introduce myself. Cole Altridge. And you are?”
Moving his punch glass to his left hand, he shook mine and replied, “Hunter Willis. Pleased to meet you.”
“So, now that we’ve been introduced, tell me, how do you know Brenda or Melissa?” I asked, releasing his hand reluctantly.
“I work with Melissa at the ad agency. She invited me to the housewarming.”
“I see. Well, Brenda and I have been friends since university. We both majored in Accounting, so we took the same classes.”
“That’s cool. Do you work for a Big Four company?”
“Nope. Brenda and I work for a medium-sized firm as senior associates. She works in the forensics department, and I’m in tax. And it’s tax season, so I don’t get much sleep. Brenda threatened to eviscerate my manhood if I didn’t make it tonight. Since I like having s*x, I figured I should be here.”
“I received a similar threat from Melissa. I think we’ve been set up.”
Neither of us seemed to mind, though.
“So you like s*x, huh? Good to know. I like s*x, too.” His focus became intense. “In fact, I like having s*x in other people’s houses. How about you?” His gaze was on my lips.
Rubbing my tongue over my lower lip and leaving it moist, I said, “I think that would be the perfect housewarming gift. Breaking in a bed for the new occupants. Let me show you the way.” Placing our glasses on a nearby table, we made our way upstairs.
Finding a bedroom, I followed Hunter inside and he closed the door behind us, pushing me back against it. There was a night light beside the door so I could see him, though dimly. I grabbed his face with my hands and pulled him down to meet my lips in a hot, blistering kiss. He met me thrust for thrust, grinding me into the door, hands on my hips. I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh. He reached around to grab my ass, kneading it aggressively.
“f**k yeah,” I shouted, head falling back against the door, loving the feel of his hardness against mine, rearing to go.
“Shhhh,” he said, licking and sucking on my neck.
“Are you kidding me? Nobody can hear us above the noise and alcohol down there.”
I ran my hands over his impressive shoulders and down his arms, loving the feel of the hard muscles there.
Hunter started to unbutton my shirt, kisses following the route down to my navel. I let my leg fall to the floor as he continued down, dropping to his knees and pulling my shirt out of my pants. I widened my stance against the door and thrust into his face, wanting to feel something, anything to ease the ache that was building.
“Hunter,” I panted, desperate. “I need you to touch me. Please touch me.”
Moving my hands to the top of his head, I stroked his hair and tugging a little, willing him to take the steps that would lead me to bliss.
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.” Taking the zipper between his teeth, he slowly pulled it down, staring at me the entire time.
“God, you’re hot.”
Smiling, he pulled down my briefs, grabbed hold of my c**k, and took it all into his mouth, every bit of it, down to my bush. And then he swallowed.
“f**k!” I shouted. “Motherfuckin’ hell!” I thrust hard, arching away from the door as he brought me near to completion time and time again, back and forth, up and down. “Damn, you have skills!”
He kissed my c**k up one side then down the other, blowing air over the tip and driving me crazy. I was begging now.
“Hunter, please! Please, Hunter, I need to come. God, please!”
With a wink, he said, “Thanks for the promotion, baby.” And then he went back to sucking me off so good, I came with a “Hell yeah!” that would have brought people running to the door had anyone heard it above the din downstairs.
“Jesus Christ.” I panted, collapsing against the door, hand on my chest, heart beating wildly.
Not wanting to wait for my recovery, Hunter helped me lose the pants, briefs, and my shoes, then turned me around. He positioned my ass at a suitable angle for entry and found a condom in his pants pocket. Before he put it on, though, he said he needed dessert first.
“I’ve been watching you all night. Your ass is so edible. I need to have a taste.”
I folded my arms against the door and place my head on them, preparing for the sensual attack. And, damn, he was on the money. Still on his knees, Hunter took both ass cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart, my rosy hole laid bare for his inspection.
“Damn, you have a pretty hole. f**k, I gotta taste this.”
And so he did. He slurped, sucked, poked, f****d, and had me begging for mercy by the time he had me good and wet. Hunter stood up and I turned my head to watch as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, along with his briefs, to his hips. He placed the pre-lubed condom on his d**k and grabbed my ass.
“You ready, baby?” he asked, d**k bobbing against my hole and ready for entry.
“Hell yeah, let’s go.”
I pushed back against him, licking my lips as I looked him in the eye, burning up with lust. Removing one hand from my ass, he guided his d**k to my hole and pressed in. Breathing out, I felt the pop of his entry. He stopped, letting me adjust. I didn’t want to wait, though, so I pushed back and he thrust in harder, making it all the way to the root. Man, that was a good feeling. I loved being stuffed with a fat c**k. Filled me right up. I clenched and heard the hitch in his breath.
“Damn, you’re evil,” he said.
“I know it. You need to f**k me, man. Make it count. Do it!” I clenched some more and ground back against his crotch.
Hands on my hips, Hunter pulled back until only the tip of his length remained inside me, then snapped his hips, leaving me breathless. Advance and retreat, over and over. I grunted along with him, my limp c**k filling again at such a masterful f**k. I was hard and leaking against the door, ready to come without even a touch to my shaft.
“I’m gonna come, Hunter. Hurry!” I pushed back and met his now erratic thrusts a few more times until he yelled his release, hips stuttering, shout echoing in the room. I whimpered my release, ass so well-used I couldn’t even speak. Damn.
Hunter collapsed against me on the door. He was heavy.
“Hey, dude. I get that you just came, but you’re crushing me.”
“Sorry, babe.” Hunter moved away from me and helped me turn around to lean against the door, facing him. He was sexy and rumpled, half-hard c**k hanging with the used condom about to fall on the floor.
“You’d better take care of that,” I said, pointing to the prophylactic.
Slightly confused, Hunter looked down, then turned sheepish.
“Ha, you’re right. Sorry. I guess we should clean up, huh?” He took off the used condom, got out of his pants and briefs, then removed his shoes and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the bedroom.
Following him, I said, “Why don’t we clean up together, hmmm? I think we have lots of dirty spots to explore, don’t you?”
And with that we christened the bedroom and bathroom, completely. He took me bent over the chest of drawers, on the floor, on the bed, and in the shower. I washed the sheets and towels and wiped down the door, much, much later. By the time we were done, there wasn’t a part of my body not known by Hunter or his by me. And I tingled all over. It was love at first, second, third, fourth f**k.
* * * *
“And I miss him, the traitor. Even though he humiliated me and made our lives a sham, I miss him. I may never love again.” I sighed into my pillows as I lay on the bed in the fetal position.
