by V Vee
“You left me,” she accused.
Gregory tilted his head to the side and watched her carefully before he responded. “I went on an assignment, Stace. I didn’t leave you. I would never do that,” he refuted.
Stacey shook her head, the room spinning slightly when she turned her attention back to Gregory. She scoffed at the softening, caring, gentle expression she blurrily saw on his face. She would not allow herself to be swayed by his gorgeous face. Her affection for him would not deter her from having it out with him. From finding out why he’d left her for six months with little or no contact.
She tossed back the shot of Scotch and glared at Gregory once she’d set the glass back on the table’s surface. She pointed at him again with one hand, placing the other on her chest. She swallowed back the tears that threatened and blinked away the wet heat that burned her eyes.
“You. Left. Me,” she reiterated. She held up her hand when he went to speak. “No. You left me, G. You didn’t talk to me. Didn’t tell me why. You just left.” She sniffled and stared at him, her heart clenching at the sight of Gregory’s own despair and guilt darkening his visage. “I needed you and you weren’t here.”
Her breath caught in her chest when Gregory leaned forward. His eyes had grown extremely dark, and his lips had thinned into an uncompromising line. Stacey had seen Gregory angry many times since they’d met, but never once had she been the one on the receiving end of his glower. That was not so this time. From the way Gregory was glaring at her, she wasn’t sure if he wanted to strangle her or…
No. Don’t go there. It’s too dangerous.
Gregory apparently couldn’t hear her thoughts, however, because between one breath and the next, he’d risen quickly from his chair, lifted Stacey under her arms, and had her pressed against the wall. Without thought, she wrapped her legs around his waist and shivered when his hands moved from her armpits down to grip her ass through the thin fabric of her grey sleep shorts. She panted as her gaze collided with his own and what she saw in his eyes caused her to gasp.
Gregory nodded and squeezed her ass before he lowered his head, his lips hovering just an inch or two above her own.
“I would never, could never leave you, Stace. You are the other half of me. You are the missing piece of my life. Of my heart. You are my breath. I don’t work without you. I left because I wanted you. I needed you. More than I ever had before. In a way I wasn’t sure you would be comfortable.” He shook his head and Stacey could feel her heart pounding against her sternum. “I left because I couldn’t watch you date, be engaged, much less marry another man. Then I realized I didn’t have to.”
Stacey swallowed and lifted her hands to tentatively set them on Gregory’s shoulders. The shudder that rippled through his body caused her to bite her bottom lip. The very hard, very big, erection that pressed against her center made her moan softly.
“Y-you didn’t?” she stammered.
Gregory shook his head and smirked at her. He lowered his head more and rubbed his mouth against her softly, so soft that it was almost as if a butterfly’s wings were brushing against her lips.
“No. I didn’t. I don’t. Because you are mine, Stace. You always have been. You always be. And the only man you’re going to marry is me. So, I came back to let you know that I’m done playing around. We belong together and I won’t rest until we are.”
Stacey gasped again and stared at Gregory in surprise. “W-what?”
One corner of his lips lifted into a half-smile and he nodded. “That’s right, sweetheart. I’ve come back to stop your wedding and take you for myself.”
And with that Gregory gave Stacey the very thing she’d been dreaming about since she was a young girl. He kissed her. Hard. Furiously. Passionately. With tongue, teeth. It was nasty. It was full of saliva and tongues and moaning. It was wrong. It was stupid.
It was perfect.
Gregory
Why in the world did I wait so long to do this? Gregory asked himself as he pressed closer to Stacey, allowing the taste of her to flow over his tongue. Allowing the smell of her to fill his nostrils. Pushing his thickness harder against the heat of her center that beckoned to him like a siren.
“Fuck,” he growled as he lowered his head to her neck and bit her, thrusting against her core, cursing the clothes that kept them from truly feeling each other.
“Oh god, Gregory,” Stacey moaned, shivering from her position against his pelvis. A part of him wanted to roar out loud in triumph that he was able to make her react in such a way, but another-louder and harder—part of him wanted to get Stacey naked as quickly as possible before she remembered that they were best friends and decided to put a stop to things.
Deciding to listen to the louder half, Gregory stroked his fingers up Stacey’s side up to the side of her neck. He reveled in touching her in a way he’d only dreamed about. Stacey’s harsh breathing in his ears only served to turn him on more than before. He caressed the skin of her clavicle and down over her shirt until he reached her breasts that strained against the material. He took her lips in a harsh kiss just as he cupped one of her breasts in his large hand, thrilling at the weight of her tit in his palm.
He grounded his hard length against her slowly, the smell of her arousal flooding his nostrils, a sweet, musky scent which caused his already hard cock to throb with desire. She was all he needed in that moment. Her taste on his tongue. His dick drowning in her juices. His name on her lips.
Gregory released her lips and he tasted the skin of her throat as he slid his mouth down the length of her neck. He could hear the sound of sleepy snort or cough as Tommy shifted in the other room, but Gregory didn’t care. Stacey was his and she felt so good he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from claiming her. Stacey moved her hips harder against his throbbing cock, yet Gregory gripped her hips causing her to move slower, swiveling his hips so that her clit slid along his hardness. Shivers danced throughout his entire body. His free hand slid beneath her shirt and headed directly for her breasts. He pinched her nipples through her bra then twisted them between his thumb and forefinger. He looked up from where he’d rested his head, on her sternum, and watched as Stacey’s head pressed against the wall behind her, her eyes closed. She bit her bottom lip, and Gregory moaned at the sight, then started to move faster. He pushed up into her core as she was grinding downward.
“Oh, fuck, Gregory… yes!” she gasped in a harsh whisper.
“You want this dick, don’t you?” he asked in a growl against the skin of her cheek.
“Yes. Oh, saints preserve me. I do. Please, G, I want it. I need you.”
Those words turned him on more than anything else Stacey had said or done up to that moment. He felt the same clawing, aching, all-consuming need—yearning—that she did. He quickly released her nipples and halted her movements by gripping her hips.
“I’ll take care of you, baby. Take off your shorts and panties and lay on the table,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth, no doubt to protest or to back out, but they had come too far now. Gregory wouldn’t leave without having her taste on his tongue. He wasn’t going to stop until she’d had squirted her juices all over his face and in his mouth. Quenching this thirst he had for her. So, he slapped her ass, and gave her the look he saved for when she was trying to argue with him even when she knew he was right. “C’mon, Stace. I want to taste you. I want your juices all over my face. I won’t even make you take everything off, but I need your cunt on my tongue.”
He lowered her from where she was pressed against the wall, forcing her to stand and watched with impatience as she began pushing down her shorts and panties. Stacey stepped out of them and Gregory’s breath caught in his chest as he saw her bald pussy bared to his sight.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. He blinked and shook his head, looking up at Stacey who watched him with desire, passion, uncertainty, and… what could only be love, darkening her gaze. He lifted her back up into his arms and carried her to the other sid
e of the dining room table, so they were farther away from the doorway leading to the living room. He lay her down and stared down at her nakedness once more. He shook his head as drool filled his mouth. He couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Open your legs wider so that I can see that gorgeous pussy of yours. I’m going to make it mine, but first I want to see how wet you are, and I want you to feel it, and know it’s for me.”
He knew she was ready for him. He could see my passion leaking from the folds of her sex. He watched with fascination as her pussy clenched and released hungrily, clamping around nothing, as if searching out his thickness or his tongue. Longing to be filled. The longer he stood watching, the wetter Stacey grew. There was a small puddle beneath her ample cheeks as she trembled and shook, softly begging him. The same lust gripped Gregory and he shivered in response. He could no longer wait to have his tongue licking her. His mouth sucking on her swollen nub, the folds of her slit, or his fingers fucking her. He would not disappoint either one of them, nor would he test his patience a second longer. Just as Stacey softly moaned again, her legs spreading open wider for him, he dropped to his knees. He tugged his shirt off, anticipating the moment Stacey came into his mouth, and not wanting to get the material wet.
Hunger roared inside him. With every lick and kiss against Stacey’s skin, between her breasts, on her circling hips, on her trembling thighs, Gregory silently made a promise to her. He would always make her feel this good. Always make sure he fulfilled every need. Every want. He was her man from that moment on. And she was his.
He took a pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Stacey’s back arched, and Gregory slid his hand up her skin. He closed his eyes as Stacey’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck, almost strangling him. Gregory lapped, sucked, and dined on each of her nipples with his fingers and his mouth. Stacey’s hips pressed and thrust against his chest as she asked without words for him to ease her ache.
“Gregory, please,” she pleaded with him in a harsh whisper. “I need you. I’ve waited so long. Please.”
Gregory scoffed. “You’ve waited so long? Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?” He continued feasting on her breasts, his hands stroking up and down her body. Increasing the fire that burned within her, instead of putting it out. “How long have you wanted this? Wanted me?” he prodded, his voice a low and husky. Anger and need, desire and incredulity, love and fear, all warred for dominance within him. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck her or yell at her.
“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember,” Stacey admitted in a soft voice, lifting her hand to caress his cheek. Gregory trembled as need blasted through his entire body. “Please, G, make me come. Please baby.”
“You never have to beg me to make you come, beautiful,” Gregory told her with a smile. “You may have to beg me to stop.”
He growled and slid down her body until he was a breath away from her pussy. He looked at Stacey and grinned before he took a languid lick of her pussy from her puckered hole all the way up to her clit.
“Oh shit,” Stacey almost screamed, her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open.
“Shhh, babe,” he scolded with a smile. Let Tommy wake up and come in here. I want the fucker to see how to please a woman. To watch as I take Stacey from him. Stacey slammed her hands over her lips. And just in time too, it seemed. Because as soon as his lips covered her clit, and he sucked, a muffled scream burst into the air.
“Mother fucker, you taste good,” he whispered against her soaked lips. “So goddamn sweet, so fucking good. Come for me, baby. Let me drink you, taste you. All of you.”
He continued to feast on her slit, her wet heat, possessively, lovingly. Worshipping her body. Her taste. Demanding that she give herself to him as he’d given himself to her so long ago. He took what he wanted from her body with multiple sweeps of his tongue, with tiny, gentle nibbles of his teeth. She gripped his hair even tighter and began to thrust her hips against his face.
When he slipped two fingers inside her hot, wet slickness, Stacey’s body stiffened, and Gregory groaned as she squirted her passion into his mouth. His own body shook as he spurt his seed behind the zipper of his jeans, soaking the material of his boxer briefs. He cursed as he lowered his head to get himself together. Sliding his fingers from within Stacey’s body, he licked the digits, moaning as her brown eyes darkened even further, turning almost black. He tugged her hands away from her lips and stared down at her with satisfaction coursing through him. He’d done that. He’d caused her so much passion that she was currently spread out on her dining room table looking thoroughly fucked. Her face was sweaty, her eyes wide, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to breathe. Her passion and juices were no doubt glistening all over his chin and he couldn’t have been happier.
He lowered his head to take her lips in another thorough kiss when Tommy’s voice called out from the living room. Stacey squeaked softly, then pushed Gregory so hard he stumbled and landed flat on his ass. He watched, bewildered as she rushed around the dining room, pulling back on her clothes, and trying to fix her hair. He shook his head, about to ask her what she was doing, when she turned to him and pointed at his face, her eyes narrowed.
“This never happened,” she hissed, then she turned away. “I’m right here, Tommy! Sorry, Gregory and I were talking and—”
Gregory sat on the floor of the dining room and watched as the love of his life, a woman he’d just felt come apart with passion beneath his mouth and around his fingers, rushed back to her fiancé. How could she just turn it off like that? Hadn’t she been affected at all? He knew that he’d at least turned her on, but he wanted more than just her body. And he would have it. He would have all of her. The next time she wouldn’t be running away from him. He would make sure he took her over and over again, so she would never be the same again.
Stacey
She would never be the same again.
Stacey stared at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom in her—and Tommy’s—bedroom. She sighed and rubbed her face with her hands. She wondered if she could get away with calling out of work for the third day in a row without anyone from the office—namely Gregory—coming by to check on her.
Gregory.
Stacey shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. She had to stop thinking about him. Which was a very hard thing for her to, since their little… interaction three nights before. Stacey had never come so hard in her life. Because of Gregory she finally realized why orgasms were called: le petite morte. “The little death,” was right. Stacey had spent her life having what she thought were orgasms but were pale imitations of the real thing. Gregory had her body so twisted, so hot, so affected, that even now almost half a week later, she still found herself shivering and having what she could only think were “mini orgasm aftershocks.”
Who the hell had tiny orgasms just thinking about being with someone?
She did, apparently.
“Are you hiding from someone?” Stacey’s sister, Feya, asked from behind her. Stacey jumped and gasped, her hand flying up to her chest.
She turned to glare at her younger sister, who simply smirked at her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked with a hand on her hip.
Feya feigned shock, one hand covering her mouth, the other against her chest. She shook her head and tears flooded her eyes. If Stacey hadn’t been aware of how great an actress her sister was, she might have fallen for it. Their parents already did.
“How could you treat me this way? And after what I did for you?” Feya said, as tears rolled down her nutmeg brown cheeks.
Stacey rolled her eyes and tossed a box of tissues at her sister, who caught them with a soft chuckle. Feya wiped her face and bowed low to Stacey. Stacey shook her head when she recalled Feya’s words.
“Fey? What do you mean, after what you did for me? What did you do?” she asked, dread crawling up her spine, causing icy heat to spread through
her limbs.
Feya shrugged and walked into the bathroom to sit on the counter next to Stacey. She swung her bare feet back and forth, her fingers drumming on the marble countertop. The sound annoyed Stacey to no end, but Feya was like that. She couldn’t keep still if her life depended on it. She had to always be moving. Had to always be doing something. It drove their parents, and every ex-boyfriend Feya ever had, completely crazy. However, it was why Stacey suggested that her sister attempt to be an actress. An action star. Things were hard for her. Difficult. What with her being African-American, and darker-skinned at that, but, Feya had a modicum of success, for which Stacey was very proud.
“I got you and Tommy the Plaza for your wedding, and I made sure that Gregory was here for your wedding.” She winked at Stacey. “So, no matter what happens, you’ll be happy on your big day.”
Stacey frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean? And how did you make sure Gregory got here? I sent him an e-vite a while ago.”
Feya nodded. “Yeah, but you told me you were going to do it, remember? So, I hacked your email, changed the date of the wedding and resent it.” She grinned cheekily at Stacey when she stared at her younger sister in surprise. Feya shrugged. “What? You needed him here so you could marry—or not marry—Tommy with a clear conscience.”
Stacey pushed away from the bathroom counter and walked through her bedroom and towards the kitchen, talking to her sister over her shoulder. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be able to do that without you interfering?” she asked.
Feya scoffed. “Oh please! You were so depressed after he left on assignment. Even Dad noticed!”
