by Aurora, Lexi
He streamed his lips along her jawline and then down her arm. His hands stroked her thighs, her already-shaking thighs.
The groans dribbling out of her were nothing compared to the shrieks he wanted out of her by the time he was finished. This time, he ran his fingers up and through her panties, seamlessly. And then, they went into her wet pussy.
He didn’t take her to his car to just repeat what they’d done the other night on the balcony. He wanted more.
“Look at how wet you are,” he commented, pleased.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she moaned.
He jiggled his fingers in deeper, enjoying her pleasured squirming. “Too late.”
And, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be going to my head, too.
Her head dipped back into the window as she squinted open an eye, “Are you sure no one can see us?”
Hovering over her pussy, Grayson smiled, “You sure you care?”
He did, however, take one final look to confirm what he knew already; there was no one in any direction.
He dove his head in between her legs. As his fingers twined in her, his kisses spattered her upper thighs and she cooed with pleasure. Her body was trembling uncontrollably, and her fingers were raking down his back.
“Damn. Who would’ve ever thought this uninhibited freak was the same uptight bitch I’d met at Hooters?” he thought.
When his lips finally settled on her clit, an actual cry pierced out of her.
He grinned and gave her another cry-causing ‘lickfest’ before lifting his head. “Yeah? You like that?”
Face flushed, mouth drooped, she nodded, hoisting her pelvis up, “Yes, please.”
His dick twitched with joy, but it wasn’t his turn yet. As crazily turned-on as he was, Grayson had a job to finish.
He wanted to ease Annie into this, not go from zero to a hundred in one night.
So, finish his job, he would. While he finger-fucked her rapidly, he clit-sucked her mercilessly. In and out, round and round and round and round, until every part of her was reverberating, and her cries had joined into one unending moan. He reached up with his free hand and increased the pace of his finger and mouth, pleasuring her while squeezing her breast. That set off the release of releases.
Annie groaned, her whole body breaking out into spasms as her orgasm rippled through her.
Then, she lay sprawled there, breathing deeply as her body trembled with aftershocks.
Grayson let his gaze rest on her happily. She looked so... spent, and yet happy.
Maybe he’d been overly careful that other night on the balcony, freaking out just because she was a virgin. After all, who was he to say that he knew better than Annie about what was good for her?
When Grayson’s phone beeped, he checked it. It was Kyle asking him where he was.
“Shit.”
“What is it?” she murmured.
“It’s Kyle, wondering where I am. We’ve been at it for thirty minutes.”
He sighed. His cock was so hard that it could’ve cut a hole through his car door. But he couldn’t let it go where it ached to go. Not yet.
Already, though, Annie was bouncing upright.
“Damn, ok, let’s go!”
So, he helped her back in her panties and dress, gave her the bottle of water he had in the car, and they headed back into the hall.
“Where were you?” Kyle asked Grayson. “You missed Rasputin.”
“But came back just in time for the chicken dance,” Grayson replied with an evil smile.
Kyle sighed, as Grayson started flapping his pretend wings to the song. His friend had to give him that, at least.
This was their song; the one they had danced through, without fail, during their primary school dances, high school dances, and even the odd mutual friend’s wedding. They used to specially request to dance to it; the Thanksgiving cheer, the peppy beat, the childhood memories – what wasn’t there to love about it?
Beside them, Kyla and Annie were throwing themselves into the dance with laughing abandon.
Grayson had to remind himself to peel his eyes off Annie. It wasn’t easy, though. He found himself watching her and her overjoyed face luminous with laughter, as if he was trying to decode some runes of a different language. He didn’t get it.
It happened during the next song. When he, Kyle, Kyla and Annie, their arms flung around each other, whirled around in a circle, laughing faces flashing past, Grayson realized it. There was literally no other place on the planet that he’d rather be at. He was with the best people, and at the best time.
He was expansiveness; he had that extra lung, and he was floating above all of them, with all of them, and this was all he ever could’ve wanted. Ever.
Only when Kyla and Kyle left a few hours later did he call a cab for him and Annie. He called it from down the street, in front of a darkened laser tag building. The cab came fast, although not fast enough.
Grayson couldn’t keep his hands off Annie, nor his lips off hers, or his hands off her ass.
When the cab pulled up, he gave her ass one last squeeze before opening the door for her. Before he let her in though, he grabbed her hand. “You still sure of this?”
Different emotions seemed to flit over her face – fear, graveness, irreverence. But what settled there came across as pure excitement.
“Yes,” she said.
Chapter 13: Annie
“Nice place,” Annie said, taking a look around the Delta lobby.
There was a cube multi-level fireplace, and suede, muted grey couches galore. Grayson’s hand around her waist squeezed her. “Wait until you see the inside.”
She didn’t have to wait long. One trip down the elevator to the sixth floor, one jaunt down the hallway, and they were there.
At the doorway, Annie paused. Suddenly, the reality of the situation crashed down upon her. They were really doing it. And right here, right now, she was actually doing it. Could she?
“Any time you want to slow down, back out, you tell me. You hear?” Grayson’s voice was reassuring, almost stern.
As the hotel room door shut behind him, Grayson took her hand and squeezed it.
She nodded, and after dimming the lights, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. “Here’s to a great wedding,” he said.
“A great wedding,” Annie agreed. “And a great bride and groom.”
“That too,” Grayson said, as they settled onto the bed in a splay of limbs.
Their mouths spanned each other’s bodies, as if trying to taste every patch of skin. They kissed each other’s clothes off, like shedding skins that were bulky and useless between them.
His chest was rippled with muscles she had to crouch over.
Grayson was the kind of hot guy sexiness she was used to seeing on magazines and in movies – not on the bed she currently occupied. Who would’ve thought her first time would’ve been with a man like this?
Annie smiled slightly, her gaze still entranced by his muscles. Not her.
“Go on,” Grayson ruffled her hair, his voice low. “Kiss them.”
He didn’t need to tell her twice. Her lips spanned one indent of the six-pack after the other, licking and suckling and nibbling her way down. All the while, his fingers drew circles up her thigh, up and up and up...
Wow, did it feel amazing. And so... close.
Until he was guiding her lips back to his, his fingers seeped into her.
Their eyes locked, as he dipped a finger in between her legs – holy crap, then one, then two; that actually feels kind of good. And then, they started pulsing and the real spurts of pleasure started.
Her head sunk onto his chest as he pulsed and pulsed, and then he pulled away. He took out a condom and rolled it on. Their gazes met, and she understood.
This was it.
The first contact was just a kiss; just dick stroking across pussy.
Annie trembled. It felt great right now... but would it hurt when he actually
went in?
The next dip in was her answer. This insertion was only a bit more, but more than enough to send her shaking.
“Hey, hey, listen to me,” Grayson gazed into her eyes. “This is it. You’re beautiful, you do know that, right?”
The “yes” was just out of her lips when he entered her fully. All of him was fusing into all of her. Pain pulsed with pleasure and battled it. Pleasure won, vibrating victoriously through her.
A moan seeped out of her. He grunted.
Now, the real thrusting began. It was so tense and new and odd, all Annie could do was lay there and take it. Take the onward in and out, the thrusting, and the pulsing. The pressure was building until liquid joy burnt through her. He was spasming, and both of them were groaning with the joy of it.
She couldn’t believe that feeling this good was possible. That no food, no drink, no purchase, no massage, no nothing could compare with this bodily nirvana, this fucking ecstasy of nerves, this death and rebirth into pure, perfect pleasure.
For a minute, maybe more, after, he held himself in there, they were one. Just breathing. Just trembling.
Who would’ve thought it was as simple as that? And good.
When he finally pulled out, his brow was furrowed. Then, he staggered off to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Annie watched him go, feeling numb and woozy and wondering what she would feel like tomorrow.
But a deal was a deal, and her first time had come and gone. Now, it was time to go. She’d heard what Grayson had said – “We can only do this once, do you understand?”
And that was one hell of a time, but Grayson had done enough for her already. She didn’t want to pressure him for something he didn’t want.
She dressed quickly and made it to the door when his voice stopped her. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
Her head turned over her shoulder. “But the deal...”
His hand clamped around her arm and he tugged her towards him. “Screw the deal,” he growled. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Chapter 14: Grayson
After that first disappointment, cumming before he could make her cum more than once, no way was Grayson letting her go so fast. Not to mention, the actual reality of fucking Annie was way way hotter than he’d even expected.
Screw his normal rule; no way was he going to punish himself by only enjoying her once.
By the time he rolled the second condom on, she was back in bed.
He smiled. Good. She understood. This was beyond them now. Beyond rational thought. Now, this was their body deciding for them, plain and simple.
This time, he didn’t take his time. He slid himself in and, as she squealed, got thrusting.
He would’ve thought the second time would’ve dulled his new-pussy pleasure, but it did the exact opposite. All of him vibrated with arousal as he looked down at her naked body, her into-it face. He wanted to do everything at once. Suck her breasts and tug at her lip and trace the enclaves of her ear.
But, right now, what he wanted most of all was to see her losing it, crying out his name.
As his hands rippled up her and locked on her breasts, while his dick flowed into her, she seemed more relaxed, too. Her pelvis twisted; it was clearly shaking with pleasure. When he let go of her breasts, they bobbed back and forth to his thrusts.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Annie murmured.
Grayson kissed her. “I can. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”
It was true. He’d gone from disliking her to being amused by her to wanting her to now, finally, having her. And it was even better than he could’ve imagined. He loved every bit of it. Not to mention, her amped-up cries were giving him a hell of a hard-on, too. When her moans hitched and her body broke into spasms, Grayson knew he was golden.
He threw himself into the thrusts with everything he had as she lost it – once, twice.
And then, just as she was flopping back, he unleashed himself, so that they came one final time together.
After, Grayson couldn’t say why, but he didn’t want to let Annie go. He enjoyed it, watching her face transform once again. From heedless passion back to a shy sort of unease, it was one that he easily kissed away.
No way was Annie getting away that easily. Now that he’d had her two freaking amazing times, it only made sense to go for three. Right?
After he’d thrown out the other condom, the sight of her sweet smile got him hard again in seconds.
And, when he pulled on another condom, he found her mouth ready for his. Her breasts were more-than-ready, too. Her nipples were already taut, waiting for his tongue’s caress.
He flickered one last gaze at her – we doing this again. She acknowledged with a cheeky nod – Hell yeah, we are.
And so, he caressed those sweet nipples with his tongue. He suckled them until his tongue was dry and his mouth was aching, until it was her wet pussy dragging across his groin.
Grayson didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
He hoisted her up and onto his boner, and there she was, riding him cowboy style, or at least attempting to.
“Uh, Grayson?” Annie asked. Her attempt at waggling her hips was cute, but completely wrong.
“Just move yourself on it any way that feels good,” he explained. “Front to back, side to side, around. Anything really.”
Annie nodded uncertainly.
“Here,” he said. He helped direct her hips back and forth, jerking his dick up to help her out. Eyes closed, groans fell out of her with every movement.
Grayson grinned, “There we go.”
Already, he could feel Annie clasping at him hurriedly while his erection was raging.
Christ, was she hot.
Slowly but surely, Annie’s tentative side-to-side movement morphed into a front-to-back grinding too, and then, finally, into her swirling herself all around him and half-screaming with the exquisite agony of it.
Grayson watched as Annie fucked herself on his dick, like he was her personal dildo; up and down and around and sideways and up and down again. One movement fluidly joined the other. The pace was rising, and her breath coming out in short bursts, shorter and shorter and more frantic, until she was groaning and her body was slumping into spasms.
When she was done, though, Grayson was still hard. So, it just made sense to have another go at it.
By the end of the night, Grayson lost count how many times he and Annie had fucked. He took her from behind and from missionary, again. He went down on her, and she rode him again. Their bodies moved together like a perfectly choreographed work of art – with stops and starts. Ever so often, she wouldn’t know what to do, would get overwhelmed, and, with a supportive kiss, a tender stroke, he would show her.
To his surprise, instead of finding these pauses annoying, he found them endearing. As stupid and cliché as it probably was, the fact that he was getting to teach her, and that this was the first time Annie was doing this with anyone felt, well, special.
Many of their rounds came after sleeping for a bit, his body finding hers and then going at it again. Until one time, his arm slithered out, searching, searching and finding... nothing.
His eyes snapped open. The bathroom door was open and the light was out. Was she actually...
Gone.
A stagger around the room and finding no trace of her, or her clothes, confirmed it.
Grayson let his body collapse back into the bed. Shit, she really had meant the no-strings-attached thing.
He stared into the ceiling, wondering if he cared. Shrugging, he closed his eyes.
He awoke to black, feeling out of it for a few seconds, before remembering it.
So, she really had left then.
Scowling, he got up, quickly dressed up, and headed out the door.
It was only when he reached his car that he asked himself the very pertinent question – just where the hell are you going?
To say goodbye to Annie
one last time, came the easy response.
Something in the back of Grayson’s mind screamed BS, but he wasn’t about to question it. Anyway, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do right now.
First, he’d call her, though. His first call went straight to voicemail, as did the second. Grayson’s lips tightened in slight frustration.
To be honest, he wasn’t overly surprised. Annie seemed like the turn-off-your-phone-at-night-and-for-half-the-day type. Unless she was just avoiding him. Whatever.
The only way to find out was to see her in person. And the only way to see her in person was...
Grayson grimaced. No, not that. Go to her parents’ place? Wasn’t that, like, stalker-level crazy?
It wasn’t if he just went to say goodbye. Anyway, even if she wasn’t there, he could make up some innocuous excuse, some wedding-based BS.
Grayson turned his key in the ignition. Luckily, Kyle had given him Annie’s address as a precaution during the wedding preparations. Her house was only five minutes away, so there really was no harm in going.
The drive there was fairly uneventful. Most of the streets had boring, upstanding names, like John, Ferguson, Hunter. Not like downtown Vancouver, with its numbered avenues, nature-named streets (Willow, Spruce, Birch) and province-named ones (Yukon, Manitoba, Ontario). Yep, this place was a far cry from back home. Really, Grayson was a bit surprised he didn’t miss it more. When Kyle had revealed that out of all the cool places in the world he could have his wedding at, he was having it in Grayson’s boring-ass hometown, he’d been less than enthused. But this trip had been... well, almost fun. Mainly because of the whole Annie surprise. Before he knew it, he was pulling up to 237 Hunter Street, where a woman in a pink bathrobe and a poodle answered the door.
“Yes?” she said.
“Is Annie here?” he asked.
The woman looked absolutely boggled. “Yes, well, she was. She just left about thirty minutes ago. Drove back home. May I ask what this visit is about?”
“Oh,” here goes. “We just worked on the wedding together. Her friend Kyla married my friend Kyle, and I was the best man. Thought we could swap some last-minute anecdotes.”
