I leaned my back into the cold wall and pushed out my hips further. My fingers greedily raked through Moses’ silk hair so my mind could process this was him. The Moses I’ve melted over for years was on his knees, with his handsome face between my legs. He even lifted my knee over his shoulder and tilted his head further up to suck at me at a mind blowing pace.
Using his thumbs, he spread my lips apart then buried his bearded self. His whiskers scratched at my inner thighs and the hair above his lip tickled over my nub which struck a magnificent nerve.
“Fuck!” I knocked my head too hard into the wall but I didn’t really feel it. My inner walls were having a spasm and the muscles in my legs went tight. I felt the rubber band of sexual tension snap and with it, my control as I let go and came hard.
Moses licked at me like his tongue was a bathing cloth. In the same moment, he stood and turned me into the wall.
“I’ll push into you slowly…” he said crushing my front. “For your sake, but once I’m inside,” he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. “I’m going to fuck you so hard Chloe.”
I swallowed wrong in my excitement and almost choked. I absolutely love this side of Moses. This side he kept so secret from me. Mr. Easy Going and Zen wasn’t so relaxed in the ways of sex.
I set my head back into his shoulder, and let my hoodie come off my arms so I could toss it away. “Just don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and the wet sounds made for more wetness below. He bit and pulled then took the straps of my sports bra and ripped them down my arms. My breasts bounced free and his hands cupped them and massaged the tips until they stood out. I brought my hands up to hold his as he pulled at the peaks and his breathing turned as ragged as mine.
I was holding my own, trying not to look so desperate to be taken but then he set my hands on the wall and pressed me close enough so that the cold teased my nipples into even tighter pebbles. So I caved and made a distressed whimper.
He bent over my back to whisper in my ear. “I can’t watch you dance anymore. You fuck me up Chloe. Your video, how do you do it? How do you dance like that? Sexy, teasing, hot, erotic, strong.” He kissed my shoulder.
He set the tip of his penis at my entrance. Like he promised, he was careful to edge into my folds. One sweet inch at a time he made my life a sensual hell. With his hands squeezing my hips he reached the place that hurt a little.
He slowed even more; though I could tell by how he kept his grip tight that he was straining for control. It was hot. To know he wanted to just overwhelm me with his body but out of love for mine measured himself.
I made a gasping sound when I felt my walls stretch and finally open to accommodate his size. My passage remembered the pleasure he could bring and gradually allowed him access like before. Past that initial barrier he glided the rest of the way in with no pain at all and I cried out.
He started to move and pull back to plunge back in and I groaned. Especially when he knocked into me so hard I almost lost my footing. I had to push my hair back from my face and collect it over one shoulder.
My breasts started to flatten into the wall and the cold and the rolling of my nipples sent shocks to my sex. Every slam of Moses’ hips made me want to cry with satisfaction. When he laid his hand over my belly and down the piercing of my naval I was tempted to turn around.
He toyed with the jewel then traced the circle of my belly button underneath before trailing lower to rub at me. He pinched so gently but the feelings were almost too much. I embraced the contractions inside me.
“You’re cumming?” he asked in a throaty voice that sent my pussy into a fit.
“Yes! Yes, I’m-.”
He kicked my feet further apart and pressed my shoulders down so I was bent over at the waist. I kept my hands forward on the wall to keep from falling but hung my head when the mounting explosion surfaced.
“give me everything…” his voice was urgent and rough. I hurried to obey as the orgasm washed upon my shores and made my legs quake. I gave a strange kind of scream that didn’t sound like me at all but it felt amazing.
He pulled out quick and on weak legs he forced my back to the wall. He squeezed a hand around my breast and sucked the tip until I felt another tremor within. Another cumming! He moved to the other breast leaving the one before a flushed pink and wet. The cool air was just as teasing to it as he was. Then he bit at the other and took almost all of it in his mouth.
I was in the middle of my release when he lifted my thighs and seated me on his dick. I had to hold him close to me but he was gripping my ass and sliding in again. He was able to go deeper, quicker and then went to pumping me. His growls were just as hot as his touches and he laid one hand over my breast as I swore loudly. This orgasm rippled and vibrated all through my body. It was longer and harder and I could hear my pulse in my ears.
He closed his mouth over mine as he moved and came inside me with a hot eruption. We stayed like that a second but then he let me down easy on my feet and rubbed my arms. He kissed me again, and again, like a thank you without words and I pulled on the material of his t-shirt.
God help us…I think we started something…
We faced one another, panting a good while. He kept my eyes and we smiled at one point then laughed. Then we got serious again and just stared. It’s very unnerving to stare into someone’s eyes, it almost feels unnatural and threatening, because you’re letting them in. I’ve looked at Moses, countless times but this is another kind of intimate.
I kept my hands around his neck feeling him, “do you have to leave or…?”
“Well, I never told Dad how many yoga classes I had so…”
I laughed and he pulled my waist into him. This felt nice, “do you want…lunch like a late lunch…?”
He was really into my face. He’s never stared this long or stood this close. He’s pushing my hair back and studying everything, “yeah…and maybe Game of Thrones?”
I nodded and he kissed me again. It feels so right that he would stay, that he isn’t skipping out. He just separated himself from the fuck em’ and leave em’ group.
I changed into a long, turquoise tank that just covered my backside while he ran out to get takeout and when he got back we nested on my bed with Goliath and our food. We talked and laughed like we always do with no awkwardness. We watched our show and shared fan theories and when the food was gone and the show was over we were quiet again.
Moses isn’t like other men I’ve been with. He makes sex feel like expression. Not just an act. It tires you out the wonderful way.
“My legs are cramping from class today.” I sat up, “I’m going to take something for it.”
“Nah, come here.” He patted the mattress and I came back to sit. “Lay down.”
I didn’t think twice, I just laid back with my head on my pillow as he got up and parted my legs. Yes, my mind went there for a split second but then he knelt between them and started massaging my thigh.
“Wow,” I said adjusting my head, “okay, so you have golden hands…”
He laughed, “relax your muscles.” I tried but as fantastic as this felt, I was still anticipating his touch again. “Maybe sex standing up wasn’t the best idea if your legs were hurting.”
I shook my head, “no, that was really good. I don’t regret that. It’s worth the pain.”
He worked the blood flow in my thigh like a professional and it was so good I wanted to sleep. “I’ll do your back when you’re done.” I offered.
“You know,” he quirked a brow at me, “sometimes people do stuff, without wanting a single thing back. It’s called selfless.”
I laughed, “okay Yogi, sorry.”
He moved down to my knee and the way his thumbs rubbed released so much tension. Dancer’s bodies take a good licking even if they look weightless and graceful.
He moved down my shin and throbbing there subsided. “Better?” he asked.
I took a breath and nodded. W
hile he worked the other leg, I fell asleep. I felt him stop a long time later and then I heard him moving around to get his stuff.
I felt a bearded kiss on the side of my neck while my eyes were still closed and then another at the corner of my mouth. “I’ll call you Baby Girl.”
And there was a beauty in knowing unlike other guys, he meant it. Then he left.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MOSES
Now it’s been another week and I still think I’m dreaming because I’m fucking my best friend and it’s officially made me lose my mind. I think about it constantly and I know why. I’m myself with her. I’m just a true raw part of myself I’m not as comfortable being with other girls.
I can be kinky and twisted, and marvelously dog with Chloe and she’s giving it back with equal pow.
Brianna walked into my bookshop while I was putting price stickers on bargain books and I called out, “hey pretty,” to let her know where I was.
She used her stick to feel her way to the counter and smiled. “I’m good. Got a bone to pick with you, though.”
I laughed and kept pricing. “Pick away.”
She set her purse on the counter and knocked down like a million pamphlets. I smiled to myself but didn’t say anything. Brianna pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose and began, “I already know you and Chloe are the tightest in our little group, but I thought you guys still considered me part of the pack.” She was looking at me like a disapproving school teacher.
I stacked the books I’d finished, “you are part of our pack. What are we talking about here?”
“I’m talking about the fact that Chloe has been seeing someone and no one told me.”
I dropped my sticker gun and when I bent to get it, I bumped the books I stacked and they fell. Brianna waited like she knew what I did. As I grabbed up the titles I managed three quick thoughts.
Is Chloe seeing someone? We aren’t dating therefore not exclusive right? Or does Brianna know about us???
As I came to my feet I took a silent breath and tried to feel her out. “Seeing someone?”
She set her hand on her hip. “Yup. When I was at her apartment I found what felt like a guy’s boxers beside her bed. Her phone goes off all the time and she’s busy all the time. The big giveaway is the voice, though. She’s happy about everything. The other day we were driving to a concert and stuck in the worst traffic jam ever. She kept her shit the whole time and texted some guy for like the whole wait!”
I smiled broadly and went back to my task. Ah. Yes. The traffic jam. It was me Chloe was texting that day, with ideas about things we should try sexually. My lungs took in air now that I knew from what Brianna told me that the ‘guy’ she thought Chloe was seeing was just me. Also, my identity was obviously still safe. Got to be careful though because Brianna is quick.
“Okay well,” I made a new stack, “she’s told me nothing about this guy. So we’re both in the dark I guess.”
“Why would she keep him a secret from even you? She tells us or at least one of us everything.”
I shrugged.
She frowned, “hello! Answer me!”
“I shrugged!”
“I can’t see you dumb ass.” I snickered and she whacked at the air hoping to get me, “come closer so I can smack you.”
I shook my head, “I don’t know why she’s hiding this guy but just respect her space and give her time.”
She gasped, “what if it’s Brandon? The fucker that treated her like a dick.”
My blood boiled at the thought of Brandon. “It’s not Brandon. Chloe isn’t a weak person, she has lines guys aren’t allowed to cross and he crossed them all.”
My dad went by and patted Brianna’s shoulder, “hi there sweetie.”
She smiled, “hi Mr. Livingston.”
Dad leaned on the counter, “you looking for more audio books on stress relief? We got ten more in. I’ll read the descriptions for you.”
She nodded, “that would be great. Thanks big time.”
While dad went to the back I observed Brianna. She’s an amazing person to know. With a very bright soul. I grabbed a new box, “you need relaxation tapes?”
She smiled, “I just get a little anxiety from time to time. No big deal.”
“You should come to my Yoga classes.”
“I tried stuff like that at the beginning, but I can’t see the teacher or the students and it’s awkward. It makes it worse.”
“It’s not an exercise…” I said, “it’s a meditation class. Tuesdays at six.”
“I don’t like group stuff anymore Moses. I just can’t right now.”
“Then I stay late after class and we do it, just you and me…”
She didn’t say no right away and I waited, “you have enough with the store and the classes.”
I made a ‘whatever’ sound, “I like being busy and Dad isn’t leaving the store just yet. He’s waiting until we hire more help. Right now we only have three people. He wants to leave me with a staff of six. The store is doing that well since some of the changes. I can handle an extra hour after a class.”
The side of her mouth edged up, “thanks…I’d like to do that then.”
My Dad came back with the audio CDs, “so what are we talking about?”
She went back to bubbly. “Chloe is acting super happy all the time and I wanted to know if Moses knew anything.”
My Dad laid out the CDs with a frown, “Moses has been acting all rainbows and unicorns too. Few times I thought he was high. Won’t stop grinning like an eerie nightmare clown.”
I wanted to kick dad, because Brianna got a curious look on her face like she was piecing something together.
I panicked a little but then more people came in the store and I heard Jenzy’s voice.
My whole body tensed up and I looked to see her come in. She was holding her husband’s hand.
Dad cleared his throat, “this is gonna be interesting.”
Brianna perked up, “what? What happened?”
I whispered, “Jenzy and her…husband…are here.”
Brianna bugged her eyes behind her sunglasses and made a jump, “Jenzy!? I love her! Where at?” She turned and her elbow knocked out more pamphlets.
Hearing her excitement Jenzy turned and saw all of us. Her smile still has a little effect on me. She’s gorgeous inside and out but my heart doesn’t leap like it used to.
“Hey,” she said letting go of Chris to hug Brianna. “You look great.”
“I feel you probably do too.” Brianna joked and we laughed.
Jenzy gave a greeting to my dad and because he truly loved her he hugged her too. Then her bright blue eyes looked up at me and I smiled to let her know I’m not holding a grudge. “Hey Sunshine,” I called her what I always called her to communicate my lack of hard feelings.
Her whole face lit up, “hey Moses. How are you?”
“Can’t complain.”
Chris came up beside her and smiled at me, but I think Chris my old gym buddy, is also a tad smug. Yes, he won the ladies heart at the end of the day and I can’t begrudge him that victory.
At equal height, we shook hands over the counter as he held Jenzy into his side. “Hey.” He said simply.
I narrowed my eyes, “are you turning hippie? Since when do you shop here?”
He rolled his eyes, “Nah, she promised we could watch Die Hard if I came in with her.”
I nodded at her, “nice compromise.”
She sighed, “whatever. He reads Linda Goodman like a road map now and he came because he wants me to read his astrological chart.”
We laughed and Chris grumbled, “there’s a sporting goods store right across the street buttercup, don’t push it.”
I see it now. I didn’t before but though I loath to admit it, Chris and Jenzy have that thing. They click in some queer way. They’re stunning together as equals in looks but their many differences make them work. Though I don’t get how. They’re that couple you don’t un
derstand how they even fell in love but the love is evident in every move they make.
Jenzy pointed, “astrology is in aisle three on the left.” She pointed and Chris kissed the top of her head before departing. Brianna and Dad left to read through the audio books and gave Jenzy and me a moment.
“So,” I tried to stay easy going, “you guys look…good.”
She smiled but then bit her lip like she felt bad for it, “we are…”
I laughed, “it’s okay Jenzy. If letting you go was the right move I’d like to know.”
She was blushing, “Chris and I will always be complicated. I guess the stars aren’t in our favor so we’re always turbulent but…we’d rather weather the storm than give into it. He’s back to like he was when we started. He’s the Chris I fell for the first time.”
I came around the counter with a hefty crate of books for the shelves, “good. I’m glad you’re happy.”
“What about you?” She followed me so I could set the books down before a shelf. “Are you seeing anyone or…?”
I started shelving the titles. “Uh, no…not really.” I knelt to see better.
She eyed me, “you look different. Like your aura is a warmer color.”
I laughed, “it’s a warm day.”
She shook her head from side to side, “no that’s not it. May I make a mind reader’s guess?”
I grinned, “sure.”
She got excited, “okay picture the thing making you happy really clearly in your mind and I’ll see if I can see it.”
“You’re still really cute.”
“Do it! Come on! Please? Telepathy has scientific merit you know.”
I turned a book right side up, “okay…” I saw Chloe so clearly in my mind it was like a picture. “Go for it.”
She named off three really random things then, “work, health…?” she asked. I was shaking my head. “A girl!”
I tried shaking my head with a tight-lipped smile but she gasped and kept probing. “It’s a girl.” She continued. “She’s close to you. It’s not Brianna, her aura isn’t…hmmm…” Another gasp. “Chloe!”
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