The reception had been a blur of champagne and fake smiles. Now, Lily lay in the hotel suite, her white lace dress bunched around her hips. Beside her, Mark, her new husband, was already unconscious, snoring after one too many whiskeys.

Disappointment tasted bitter.

She padded to the en-suite to change into a silk slip, her pussy still buzzing from the day’s adrenaline. As she emerged, a key clicked in the door. Before she could call out, a deep voice growled, “Room service.”

It was Leo, the best man. His tux jacket was off, and his dress shirt was untucked, revealing a trail of dark hair down a rock-hard stomach.

“He’s out,” Leo said, nodding at Mark. “Let me take care of you.”

Her cunt clenched. She should say no. But Leo’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his stiff cock. “I saw you watching me all night.”

A lie, but his thumb found her nipple through the slip, and she gasped. “This has to be quick and quiet.”

He shoved the slip up, past her bare thighs, until his rough fingers parted her dripping pink slit. “Fuck, you’re soaked already.”

He buried two fingers deep into her gash, and her knees buckled. He guided her to the armchair and spread her legs wide. Her puffy pink clit was swollen, engorged in the dim light. He licked his lips, then smashed his mouth onto her moist, hairless grove. His tongue flicked hard against her clit, and she choked on a moan, shoving her trembling hand