Casual Sabotage

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kissing me with fever, Brian let his lips send a shiver down my spine, deepening the caress between us. His hands explored down my body and were tugging at the clothes that blocked his fingertips from tasting my skin in haste. Small moans came pouring out of him like melted butter and I could feel his hips begin to roll against me, grinding his growing bulge into my waist.

Breaking away, Brian straddled at my thighs and slipped his hands under my shirt, placing his palms flat against my front. Slowly, tediously, he moved his hands further up my body, lifting the shirt up as he went. Leaning down, Brian let his tongue press flat against my body and lick a trail from my waist up to my chest, before pulling away to remove my shirt completely.

He threw the cotton to the floor beside us before bringing his weight back down on top of me and burying his face into the curve of my neck. His heated breath radiated against the flesh as his lips ghosted against my skin, leaving light butterfly kisses in a trail. He travelled along my collarbone, sometimes grazing his teeth and biting down to leave a mark, before he would retrace over his trail. My arms wrapped around him and I grabbed a fistful of his shirt in anticipation, squeezing my eyes shut at the touch and embracing the connection between us.

My fingers dropped further down his back and I let my thumbs hook around the waistband to his shorts, forcing the material down and taking his boxers with them. Taking his shaft in my hand, I started to touch him over all the while Brian brought his lips to reattach to mine. He kissed me softly, soon transgressing to a passionate approach. My touch at his length forced moans out of him, leading me to swallow his cries of pleasure.

Dividing ourselves apart, Brian descended down my body and forced my pants off. He didn't waste any time in taking my length in his mouth and began to circle his tongue around my tip. I could feel the breath in my lungs become trapped as I arched my back and succumbed to his advances. Brian knew every last trick in the book to get me to dive head first into euphoria; every little weakness of mine was enough for the man to take advantage of. What he couldn't fit in his mouth was tended to by his hand.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." I groaned, moving a hand into his hair.

He picked the pace up a little, fitting into a rhythm. Brian pulled away slightly and ran his tongue up my shaft, kissing the tip and soon grazing his teeth lightly against me. He moaned, sending the vibration through me and up my spine.

Opening my eyes, I peered down just as Brian raised his gaze to meet with mine. The chocolate colouring triggered something inside of me and a monumental wrath of guilt strangle at my throat. I pushed him away from me as Brian had a moment of confusion.

"Sal, why'd you make me stop?" He asked.

"Brian, this is wrong." I answered. "I'm supposed to be getting married tonight. This never should have progressed this far."

I could feel the tears in my eyes. "I have to go."

"You can't just leave, Sal!" Brian tried to coerce me back into the sex. "We only just got started."

"I'm sorry, Brian." I snivelled.

"It never was me, was it?" Brian asked, gaining no response from me. "I was always just your back up option. You always loved him."

I tried to ignore his comments. "You just liked messing with my feelings to get revenge on me for what happened years ago!"

"That's not true!" I raised my voice at him. "I always loved you, Brian! But you were too blind to see that!"

"Well, I see it now!" He argued.

"It's too late!" I shouted.

"Fuck you, Sal!" Brian cursed. "Go on, go get fucking married to someone you are not meant to be with!"

"I love Caleb, Brian." I explained.

"Fine." Brian spat. "But you're only lying to yourself, Sal."

I forced myself up from the sofa and reached for my shirt on the floor, throwing the material back over my head. Brian couldn't bring himself to even look at me as I paced for the front door and left without so much as a goodbye. This isn't how I wanted things to end with Brian. I had gone over there to make the most of our last hour together; I was so weak and captivated by his hypnotising ways that I couldn't fight to resist things from escalating this far.

I ran to my car and slammed the door shut, sighing in defeat and collapsing myself against the steering wheel for a moment to compose myself. It was still a battlefield inside of my head; I still had no idea what outcome it was that I truly wanted in this life. I loved both Caleb and Brian so much that either choice is going to leave me devastated. Why had I let myself fall so damn hard for two men and let things between us evolve so hard that I was completely torn over what to do or what the right decision even was? I was a mess.

I tried my hardest to suppress the tears as I started the car and pulled out into the street, making my way to where Caleb had asked me to meet him. Was I really in the right state of mind to get married? Probably not. But I had no other choice if I wanted to prove to Caleb how much I loved him.

Ten minutes later, I was parking up behind Caleb's car on the side of the street outside of the wedding chapel. He was waiting outside for me and smiled ecstatically when he saw that I was there. I made my way over to the man and was immediately wrapped up in his arms lovingly.

"I thought you weren't coming for a moment." He fretted.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. "I had trouble getting the car started."

"I told you the engine needed to be checked." He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

I could tell by the slight falter in his expression that Caleb could see the tear stains running down my cheeks, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. From this moment onward, Brian was meant to be nothing but a distant memory. For both of us.

"I know, I know." I smiled at him meekly.

"Are you ready?" Caleb asked hopefully.

"I guess so..." I replied. "It's not every day that you get married."

"It'll be fun." He tried to comfort me. "We just have to sign some papers beforehand and then wait for our time slot."

Caleb didn't take his eyes off of me. "I want you to pick the song."

"Me?" I asked. "No pressure."

"There's limited choices." He laughed. "That's why I have faith in you to pick a good one."

"Okay." I acknowledged, being mildly distracted by my thoughts and feeling Caleb slip his hand into mine, leading us into the building. All the while I could practically hear my heart leaping out of my chest.

This was it. There was no going back now. The next step I took outside of this building, I was going to be a married man.