The Wanted Short Stories
The Wanted Short Stories(23)
Author: Kelly Elliott
My mother motioned for me. “Oh, Arianna, a trip to France is coming up. You should bid, darling.”
I snapped my head over to my mother. I opened my clutch and pulled out a tube of lipstick and a pack of gum. I showed them to her and said, “Not happening, Mom. No money.”
The bidding on the trip to France began. It included airfare, hotel, and something else I didn’t catch.
“Come on, it will be fun. Just bid once,” Mom said.
My mouth dropped open, and I glared at her. “In case you can’t hear in your old age, Mom, the bidding started at five thousand dollars.”
My mother swooshed her hand around like it was nothing. “One bid won’t hurt.”
I lifted my hand and imitated her hand movement. “Don’t swoosh your hand around at me.”
“Put your hand down, Ari,” Mom said.
I snarled my lip. How dare she treat me like a child. I put my hand up and jerked it around again. “Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
My father and Jeff turned and looked at me. Jeff had a look of horror on his face.
“Don’t tell me I can’t put my hand up in the air, and—”
“We have a bid of twenty thousand dollars by the beautiful lady in ivory. How about twenty-five thousand?”
I dropped my hand, and I was pretty sure I’d just pissed—sans panties—in my new gown.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered.
Jeff’s eyes grew bigger.
I mouthed, Sorry, to him as I smiled.
He mouthed back, What the fuck?
“We have twenty thousand going once…”
Holy hell.
“Twenty thousand going twice…”
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, someone else bid!
Then, someone from behind me called out, “Thirty thousand!”
I instantly let out the breath I had been holding, and I looked at Jeff as he did the same thing. My mother and father started laughing.
“Damn it. I was really hoping you would have won that.” Mom said.
I shot my mother a dirty look and stood up. “Excuse me. I need to check and make sure I didn’t—”
“Ari…” my mother said as she glared at me.
“Jeff, I need to speak with you, please, in private.”
My father began laughing again as he turned and faced Jeff. “I wish I had a camera, so I could have captured this moment and kept it forever. The look on your face was priceless.”
I put my hand on my hip. “Daddy, stop being so mean.”
I turned and began walking toward the back of the ballroom. I could feel Jeff right behind me. When he finally caught up, he put his hand around my waist and led me straight to the door. After one quick look back to make sure no one was looking, he opened the door, and we walked out. Jeff grabbed my hand and practically dragged me down the hallway. He made a right turn and then quickly turned around to face me. He pushed me against the wall and began lifting my dress as he dropped to his knees.
“Oh God, yes!”
I needed to come desperately. My body was so worked up from being pantyless all night, from Jeff looking hot as hell and touching me, and then from me almost spending twenty thousand dollars on a trip to France.
Jeff lifted my leg and held it up as he buried his face between my legs. He didn’t even try to tease me. He went straight in for the kill. Within a minute, my moans were echoing in the halls as I had an intense orgasm.
My hands pulled on Jeff’s hair as he kept going at it on my clit. My legs felt like they were about to give out when he put the leg he was holding over his shoulder, and he quickly unzipped his pants. He set my leg down and stood up as he pushed my dress up to my hips.
“Jeff, I want you so badly.”
He smiled as he picked me up and guided his dick into me. I moaned in delight as he pushed himself deep inside me.
“Give it to me…please.”
He held me against the wall and gave me what I so desperately needed.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Jeff whispered to me. He pulled out and then pushed back into me harder.
“Yes! Oh, yes! Don’t stop. Jeff, I’m going to come again.”
Jeff pulled out and slammed back in so hard that my head slammed against the wall while another orgasm hit me.
“Oh God,” Jeff called out as he pumped in and out of me.
I could feel him pulsing inside me as he pressed his body against mine.
“Jesus, Ari. Being with you always feels like the first time,” Jeff panted out.
I smiled when he slowly pulled out of me and set me down. He pulled a napkin out of his pants pocket and began cleaning me off. I leaned my head back against the wall as he gently took care of me. I never imagined I could keep falling deeper and deeper in love with him.
He stood up as he folded the napkin and then pushed it back into his pocket. He helped me smooth my dress back down, and then he zipped his pants.
He placed his hands on the side of my face and whispered, “I love you so much, Ari. Thank you for coming on this trip with me. I’ve missed being with you like this.”
I nodded my head as I felt the tears building in my eyes, and I fought like hell to hold them back. We just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes for the longest time. Our sex life was always good, but we hardly ever got to sneak away and just have spontaneous sex like this.
“What in the hell are you two doing?”
I smiled big as Jeff’s eyes turned to horror. We both spun around and looked at my father.
“Trying to find a restroom,” I said with a giggle.
My father narrowed his eyes at Jeff, and then he looked at me. “Follow me, Arianna. I’ll show you where one is.”
My father turned and walked around the corner as Jeff and I looked back at each other.
Jeff mouthed, Holy shit. He’s like Gramps!
I busted out laughing and began walking out. I silently said a prayer, thanking God that my father hadn’t come looking for us five minutes earlier.
Jeff and I danced almost the entire night. It was wonderful, magical, romantic, and beyond fun. I hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. Jeff made a few new contacts, and we even made plans to check out another horse tomorrow.
When I smiled up at Jeff and raised my eyebrows, he laughed and shook his head.
“Baby, I’m exhausted. I think I’m getting too old for this kind of stuff.”
I giggled. “My feet are killing me. Should we head back to the hotel since we are going to see that other horse tomorrow?”
He nodded his head and looked around. “Where did your parents go?”