Breaking the rules

Chapter 22

I’m tired. I could feel the bags forming under my eyes. I was also very fucking horny. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Tomorrow she’d walk down in a white gown, or in sweat pants. It’d be great if she walked out in a dress, but she can wear whatever she wanted. Morana could wear a garbage bag and I’d still fuck her in it.

I didn’t even have my phone on me. William took it after he heard that Morana was having a few drinks and “living her college over, or whatever memories of it she had left.”

“William, you should move away from my door. I might stick my hand in my pants.” William has been up my ass since the moment we got to the hotel. He was worse than my mother nagging.

“Gross man, that’s worse than college,” he groaned.

“Can I at least get my phone back? I’m not paying for porn in this hotel room.”

“Fine, just don’t contact Morana,” he sighed, sliding my phone under the door.

I got off of the bed and picked it up. “Thanks. Now you might want to go away. It’s going to get a bit pornographic.” I’m texting Mor. I can do whatever.

Mor, are you up for some mischief?- me

How’d you know? ;) -Mor

Meet by the staircase in the main lobby, love-me

I put my phone on my bed. I stood at the connecting door between my groomsmen. I knocked on the door and sighed. “I got a question. One of you guys answer please.”

I heard many whispers, and finally, after moments, my brother was in the open doorframe. “Well, you got off quick. I feel bad for Morana,” he chuckled, “now what do you want?”

“I can’t get off. Can I go to the gym? You know, work some steam off?” I asked.

“You have ERECTIAL DYSFUNCTION?” He shouted for the whole world to hear.

“I’m going to stab you,” I sighed. “It’s just the gym, and stories away from my soon-to-be-wife. She’s drunk and having fun with her friends.”

“I guess, get your shit together, too. Don’t want to disappoint your wife,” he laughed, shutting the door. I turned back to the bed and looked at the phone. There’s a text from Morana.

Where the fuck are you?-Mor

She is not a patient person. I didn’t want her to wait any longer. I left my room and the cool, eerie, and stale hotel air made shivers run up and down my back. I didn’t have a shirt on, or barely any pants. I was wearing shorts. Morana bought me a size too small. I didn’t care. My ass looked amazing, and Morana said the color complimented my legs. Whatever she buys me, I will wear it to the best of my abilities.

I made my way down to the staircase, and she was wearing her matching set of her silk set pajamas. She’s fit her curves nicely. Her body was just perfect. She was against the banister, and her top hung low.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were some lady of the night,” I smirked, grabbing her attention. She had her reading glasses on and a few pieces of hair in her face. The most of it was in a messy bun.

“Maybe, just for you,” she smiled, walking towards me. “I don’t think I could stay away for you for even an hour. Let alone twenty-four hours. Fuck- I crave you,” she whispered.

“Oh trust me, I almost started to jerk off in my room. You’re not alone in this train,” I smirked, pulling her for a kiss.

Her lips moved fluidly with mine. I missed her. My shoulders relaxed the moment I saw her. She pulled away first and looked me in the eye.