A Very Dirty Wedding by Sabrina Paige

help it, even now, knowing that he's right downstairs talking to my father.  The fact that he's downstairs makes it even more irresistible and thrilling.
    Undoing the button on my jeans, I slip them over my hips and slide my hand between my legs.  My finger presses against my clit, sending warmth radiating through my body.  My nipples harden against the fabric of my bra, and I slide my other hand underneath my shirt, pushing my finger between the lace bra cup and my skin.
    I masturbated before Caulter, but I swear that screwing him did something to my brain; I feel completely preoccupied with sex.  It's like my hormones are in overdrive.  I wonder if that's what happens when everyone loses their virginity, or if it's something about Caulter that's making me a sex-crazed lunatic.  Maybe Jo was right -- maybe Caulter did have some kind of magic touch.
    Caulter and his magic cock.  The thought would make me laugh if I weren't so damn horny.  I slide my hand under the pillow on the bed, reaching for the vibrator I'd tucked in the pillowcase this morning.  Pushing my jeans further down my legs, I roll the vibrator over my clit until the emptiness between my legs is too impossible to resist.
    I tease my entrance with the toy as the vibrations pulse through me.  It slides easily inside, aided by my wetness, and I angle it to hit my g-spot, the place Caulter seemed to be such an expert at reaching.  Ignoring the buzzing of the vibrator, I imagine that it's Caulter inside me, that Caulter's mouth is on my breast; that the tip of his cock is pressing up against the walls of my pussy.
    I imagine that it's Caulter whispering in my ear: "Your pussy is so slick and warm, so damn tight, the way it squeezes my cock."
    It's imagining his dirty talk that pushes me over the edge, and I come quickly, my muscles clenching down around the toy.  I bite my lip, cutting off the cry of pleasure that escapes, and lying back with my head on the pillow as the fluttering of my muscles slowly subsides.
    I'm still so wrapped up in my thoughts about Caulter that the knock on the door makes me jump.  Shit, shit, shit.   Sliding the vibrator from between my legs and stuffing it underneath the pillow, I yank my pants up.  I already know it's not my father, who retreats to his office working late after dinner, regardless of what day it is.  When I reach the door, my heart is still thumping loudly in my chest.
    "Evening, sis."  Caulter stands in front of the door with a smirk on his face, and my heart sinks.  I immediately stick my foot out to prevent the door from swinging open further, and cross my arms in front of my chest.
    "What do you want?"  My heartbeat feels practically deafening to me, matching the throbbing between my legs, a reminder of what I was just doing and who exactly I was thinking about a minute ago.
    "Am I interrupting?" he asks.  How long has he been standing there?   I picture him outside my door, listening to me as I get off, and I'm mortified.  "You look flushed.  I hope you're not getting a fever."
    Oh my God, he totally heard me.  If I weren't flushed when I answered the door, I sure as hell was now.  "I'm feeling fine.  But thanks for your concern," I say, my voice sarcastic.  "Nice act at dinner, by the way.  I hope I didn't kick you too hard on the shin."
    "Thanks for your concern."  He smirks.  "I'm perfectly fine.  I'm sure you'll be glad to know you didn't harm me in any way."
    "That's comforting," I say.  "I'd have hated for you to be injured."
    "You'd have to nurse me back to health if I was."
    I roll my eyes.  "You'd be out of luck."
    Caulter leans forward, his face inches from mine.  "Oh, I don't know, Kate ," he says.  The way he speaks the short version of my name makes me think about that night and all the things he did to me.  "You have to admit, you might like having me as a patient."
    I inhale sharply, almost dizzy with lust.  I don't push him away.  I don't tell him to leave.  He's