Perfect Kisses

by Maine, Miley

  “Will you let me?” he asked, the simple question sexier than anything else he could have said or done in that moment. It was important to me to be with people who valued consent and made sure to ask for it before doing anything new. In all honesty, the concern it showed turned me on like nothing else.

  “Of course.” I smiled back at him wickedly.

  His hands slid under the hem of my sweater as I had already discarded my outer layer of clothing when we entered the house. His fingers brushed against my skin, and I shivered. Not because it was cold, no. It was plenty cozy inside of Grayson’s old house. I shivered more because his fingertips were chilled and they felt so good against my skin, and because it was Grayson. I wanted to ask him to just run his hands all over my body, tracing lines and patterns where he wished so I could feel that chill again on my skin.

  He lifted up the sweater, then took off my shirt and my pants, leaving me lying beneath him in a matching lacy bra and panty set.

  “Fuck.” His head tilted back, surprised, as he took me all in. “Why’d you have to go and wear something like that?”

  “I know you love it.”

  “Of course I do.” He kissed a gentle line down my jaw, then nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck. “But you’re so tempting, it’s hard not to just rip your panties off and thrust my cock into you right now.”

  Warmth pooled in my stomach as it tightened at the thought. This was really happening. Grayson Davis, my childhood crush and my brother’s best friend, was about to fuck me, and fuck me good from the sound of things.

  “Do it,” I said. “I want you.”

  “You really do?”

  I kissed him back, holding his face between my hands. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t.”

  “Good.” His voice was low, rumbling through my body and making me squirm beneath him. His fingers slid beneath the line of my panties and he yanked them down my legs, casting them to the side.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said, one hand tracing the line of my pussy, making me shiver with pleasure. His finger slid into my tightness, causing my back to arch and eliciting a gasp from my lips. “And so tight, too, I don’t know what I’ll ever do without you.”

  “You should fuck me,” I said in a whisper filled with desire. “I want you to, now.”

  “I know, baby, but be patient. I’ve got a few more ideas first.” His smile was wicked, and I knew that he would never hesitate to make me feel so very wanted.

  His finger moved in and out of me, each motion bringing more pressure and heat to my core. And then he added a second, stretching me to accommodate him. I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining it was his cock moving in me, and allowing my world to dissolve into one mass of pleasure, of want and desire.

  “I want you,” I said again, because I really did. I wanted to see his cock. I wanted him to put it in me, to fuck me until it hurt to walk. He was all I had ever wanted, I was realizing, even though I hadn’t wanted him that way at first. No, those desires came with maturity, and so had my fantasies about him. It was his face that I saw on the characters in my romance novels, in my dreams.

  “Then you’ll have me,” he said, withdrawing his fingers from inside me. I opened my eyes to see that he was standing, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his form to reveal the full, glorious length of him.

  I couldn’t say anything, just take a sharp breath at the thought of him in me, at the thought of him bringing me such great pleasure.

  “What are you thinking about?” he teased, bringing my eyes back up to his face and causing my own to flush with heat.

  “Just that it’s magnificent,” I said, too honestly, trying my best not to look back down. “You’re pretty magnificent, that is.”

  “Glad to know you think so.”

  He stalked towards me, pulling me off the bed and drawing my body against his. I could feel his cock pushing at my entrance, and my pussy throbbed with desire. His hands came up on either side of my face, pulling me in close to him, and he began to kiss me. This was a hungry kiss, filled with our mutual want.

  “What did I do to make a girl as beautiful as you interested in me?” he said, breaking away for a second and gazing down to survey my body.

  I shrugged and winked. “You are as beautiful as I am.”

  He smiled. “That’s a good answer. I’m going to have to keep that one in mind.” He went back to kissing me and I was once again absorbed by the contact of our bodies, the song that mine sung louder with every touch of his fingers.

  All the while, his cock pushed firmly against me, promising more satisfaction. He kissed a line down my neck, causing me to tilt my head back, and then he bit down. I gasped as the suction of his lips broke the capillaries beneath my skin. I knew that a bruise would form then, but I couldn’t care less. It felt good to be kissed by him in that way, to be marked by him, and I found myself arching my neck towards him, giving him greater access to make more.

  “Are you alright with that?” he asked, breaking away for a moment. “I probably should have asked first.”

  “It’s nothing a scarf can’t cover,” I said with a smile, draping my arms around his neck. “And yes, I’m more than okay with that.”

  “Good, because I intend to do it some more,” he said, continuing his line of kisses. This time he moved down to my breasts. Unclipping the bra and flinging it aside, he began to kiss my nipples, then the tender skin around them. Finally, he bit down again, making me gasp and squeeze my eyes shut as wetness accumulated between my legs. I had no idea that contact there could make me feel so good. It never had with any of my other boyfriends.

  “You like that?” he teased, bringing one hand down to press against my pussy, collecting the wetness. “Apparently you did,” he commented with a laugh. “You’re so wet for me, baby, aren’t you?”

  I nodded, unable to say any more.

  “Do you get this way for everyone, kitten?” he asked, the nickname making my stomach churn with new fury.

  I shook my head. “I feel more with you,” I said. “You make the fire blaze brighter, burn hotter.” I want you more than I ever wanted them.

  He laughed, tapping the tip of my nose with one finger. “I suppose that’s what your romance books sound like, don’t they? I’ve never had a girl say anything like that to me before.”

  I blushed, looking down, then to the side because down was where his cock was and that just made me blush harder. “Perhaps.” He had caught me red-handed. Or maybe red-tongued?

  “That’s alright,” he said, using one hand to guide my face back to look at him again. “I like it when you speak to me like that. It’s quite attractive.”

  He kissed me again, then walked me back until my knees hit the bed and I buckled onto it. He straddled me again, scooting me up so that my whole body was now on the bed, and then he positioned himself in front of me.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asked.

  “Am I what?” I asked, blinking away my confusion.

  “Are you on birth control? I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

  I shook my head. “Is that a problem?”

  “No, it’s fine, just means I need to use this.” He reached over to his bedside table and picked up a shiny plastic package from a bowl. It was small and square-shaped, with a slight raising in a ring shape in the center. It only took me a moment to figure out what it was, and then he ripped open the package and rolled the condom over his cock.

  “Safety first,” he said with a wink, then repositioned himself. “You still in the mood, doll? Because I definitely am.”

  “Of course,” I said. While his question surprised me, it definitely hadn’t changed the mood for me. In fact, I was glad he asked. My ex-boyfriend never seemed to care much about those kinds of things and it could be stressful for me.

  “Good.” He thrust into me in one fluid motion, causing me to cry out and arch my hips up into him. He felt so good that I squirmed against him, desperate for him to start
moving. In and out he went, faster and faster, working up the pressure in my abdomen that was just asking to be released. He helped it along, one thumb rubbing over my clit to bring me to the brink of orgasm even faster.

  I came a few seconds before he did, and then he slowed down and pulled himself from me, flopping down sweating onto the bed next to me before he pulled me close to his body. I was limp as a rag doll lying against his chest, still coming down from the high of my orgasm.

  “And now, the obligatory cuddle before we go again,” he whispered in my ear, making me laugh.

  I nuzzled his neck. “Sounds good.”

  6

  Grayson

  I had been planning to go over to say hi to Serenity when my phone rang in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the contact name, confused.

  It was my company, which meant that something very serious had to be going on. They had been instructed not to disturb me unless absolutely necessary, as I wanted to spend this vacation relaxing instead of having to worry about work for once, but I guessed that this peace had been too good to last.

  “What is it?” I demanded, picking up the phone, unable to keep the resentment out of my voice.

  “It’s urgent, sir,” my assistant Ryan said.

  “What’s urgent?” I snapped. I didn’t like it when people didn’t get to the point immediately. My time was valuable, after all, and Ryan should have known that.

  “We’re having a bit of a situation down here,” Ryan explained. “It would be easier to go over the details in person, but we need you back.”

  “Is it the stockholders?” I asked, exasperated.

  “Partly, sir.”

  I sighed. “Great, just great. What else is going on?”

  “We think, umm, someone might be leaking our plans to our rivals. We need you to figure out how we should go about security from now on.”

  “Really? A bug? This is the absolute worst.”

  “I’m truly sorry, sir. If we could have dealt with the situation ourselves then I wouldn’t have called you, but this has the potential to be catastrophic and we need your input on our plan.”

  “I know, I know, don’t worry about it. I’m just a little frustrated.”

  “That’s understandable, sir. It was about time that you had a vacation. I’m sorry I had to be the one to end it, but this really can’t wait.”

  “Well, at least I got a couple of days in. Maybe next decade, I’ll get a week. I’ll grab my things and arrange to be down there tomorrow—will that be soon enough?”

  “Yes, sir. We’ll prepare for your arrival.”

  “Good. I expect to have a full report of everything that is happening on top of my desk tomorrow morning. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Fine. Then I will see you tomorrow,” I said, hanging up and sliding my phone back into my pocket. I sighed—of course this would happen now. It was so unlike the universe to give me any kind of peace without a hazard like this waiting around the corner.

  But…there could be a silver lining to this, if I twisted things into the right position. I smiled to myself, mentally arranging the pieces in my head. If I played my cards right, then this little trip back to LA could still be something of a vacation after all.

  * * *

  I headed over to the Allens’ house just as I had planned, only now it was for a different reason. I would have to inform them of the fact that I would be leaving early and set my plan into motion.

  I knocked on the door and Sebastian answered, greeting me with a wide smile. “You’re late,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug. “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.”

  “I got caught up,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “Work. I’ll explain it in a second, but I have to go back to LA.”

  “So soon?” he asked, his eyebrows coming together in a confused expression.

  “Unfortunately.” I sighed. “Something catastrophic is going on with the company and they need me to solve it, so I have to cut my vacation short.”

  “That sucks,” Sebastian said. “I was looking forward to spending more time with you.”

  “Believe me, I was, too. As soon as I sort things out, I plan on coming back here. And I’ll definitely return for Christmas, I promise.”

  “Good, you better,” Sebastian said. “It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

  “You’ve had plenty of Christmases without me!” I reminded him with a playful shove.

  Sebastian shrugged. “Doesn’t change the fact that I was looking forward to spending this one with you. Come on, you know you have a special kind of energy you offer.”

  “I suppose that may be the case. Fine, I guess I can’t disappoint.” I couldn’t help but smile as Sebastian ushered me into the house.

  “How soon do you leave?” he asked.

  “Early tomorrow morning.”

  “Well, then, I hope you intend on spending all of today with me, because I intend on getting my fair share of you-time before you leave for another thirteen years.”

  I laughed. “Of course I’ll spend the day with you, who do you think I am? Someone else’s best friend?”

  Sebastian lead me into the living room, where Mr. and Mrs. Allen were sitting near the fire. Mr. Allen was reading a book and Mrs. Allen had a pair of headphones on, nodding along to something as she did some hand-sewing.

  They both looked up at me as I entered, and Mrs. Allen took her headphones off with a smile.

  “Glad to see you could make it today,” Mr. Allen said congenially. “If you need something to eat, there’s still plenty of leftovers in the kitchen.”

  “I did make quite a bit more this Thanksgiving,” Mrs. Allen admitted with a sigh. “I do hope it can all get eaten before it goes bad.”

  “I’ll make sure to do my fair part in a minute, don’t you worry,” I assured her. “But first, I have some bad news.”

  “Oh, dear.” Mrs. Allen looked at me with concern in her eyes. “What is it? Should I call down Serenity?”

  “That would be great, actually,” I said.

  “Sebastian, can you go grab her?” Mrs. Allen asked, turning to him.

  He grumbled, “I thought you said you were going to call her.”

  “Then you can’t get her?” Mrs. Allen cocked her head to the side. “Really, Sebastian, you’re a grown man. Even if you are back home for a few weeks, you shouldn’t start acting like a child.”

  “Fine, fine.” He put his hands up in surrender. “I’ll go grab Serenity.” He left, disappearing upstairs to fetch his sister. He came down with her in tow several minutes later.

  She gazed at all of us with a foggy, sleepy look in her eyes. “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “Grayson has some bad news for us,” Mrs. Allen explained, patting the couch next to her. “Come sit, darling.”

  Serenity obeyed, and I turned to all of them with a sad smile. “Something came up with my company and I need to go back to LA for the indefinite future to take care of it. I’ll be back for Christmas, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back before then.”

  Serenity looked the most sad and taken aback, and I could understand why. Things between us had only just started, and she’d been expecting to have several more weeks with me before I left. But I wasn’t done with her just yet.

  “I do, however, have a proposition,” I said. “I know that Serenity is without a job right now and has been having some trouble getting one. She can come back with me to LA and take a very short-term internship with my company as an assistant if she wants to. I could definitely use the extra help and it will look good on her resume. I can even give her a recommendation for when she’s applying to other jobs or internships.”

  This made Serenity perk up considerably, and she looked to her mother who seemed to be considering it.

  “I would say if she wants to, then go for it. She’s an adult, after all,” Mr. Allen said. He turned to Serenity. “Well, what do you think?”

 
“I think it’s a great idea,” she said, a bright smile on her face. I found myself wondering if she would have responded the same way if we hadn’t been engaged in a sexual relationship at the time. But, then again, I probably wouldn’t have thought of it then.

  “It’s settled then,” I said, clapping my hands together. “I know that tomorrow’s Sunday, but I still have to get back to the office as soon as possible, so we’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

  “I’ll go pack,” Serenity said, jumping up and heading back upstairs.

  Sebastian was looking at me with a curious expression that I couldn’t quite pin down, but I brushed it off. I turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Allen. “Sorry I can’t stay longer,” I said.

  “That’s alright,” Mrs. Allen said, standing and coming over to pull me into an embrace. “I’m sorry that this has happened and I hope that you can fix it without too much trouble. We obviously don’t control the things that happen to us, but we can control our reactions, and I would say you’re doing fairly well.” She pulled away and looked at me with a smile. “Just promise me you’ll take some leftovers with you.”

  I laughed. “Of course I will, don’t worry. Your cooking will hit the spot when I’m stuck at work instead of back here where I want to be.”

  “Unfortunately, some of that just comes with running a company,” Mr. Allen said, giving me a pat on the back. “Busy days, busy schedules, short vacations. People who think CEOs have it easy are fools.”

  “Agreed.”

  Sebastian’s hand landed on my shoulder, and I turned to look at him. “We should figure out what we want to do for the day,” he said.

  “I agree,” I replied, following him out of the living room. Once we were out of hearing distance of his parents, Sebastian stopped and gave me a very stern look.

  “Listen, you know that I trust you and that I love you, but still, you better not be doing anything weird with my little sister.”

  “I have no intentions of doing anything of the sort,” I said, even though it was a lie. I felt a little bad, but too excited by the thought of having Serenity by my side in LA to dwell on the betrayal too long.