I pull at his shirt, and he takes it off. His chest is a vision—defined and sexy as all fuck. When he pulls back I run my hands over him, taking my time and feeling every contour. He looks down at my hands, and takes hold of my wrist, guiding my hands downward towards his belt. I take it off. He doesn’t need it anymore. I don’t want his pants held up, I want them in the pile with mine so that I can see what was pushing into my legs on the dance floor.
“Take them off.” I tell him. He unzips his pants and pulls them down, stepping out until he’s standing in front of me completely naked. I pull off my shirt and undo my bra, and that’s when things really get started.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rowan. I want you so fucking bad.” He leans down and puts my nipple in his mouth, making a suction that drives me insane. My nipple is rock hard, and as he swirls his tongue against it my entire body tingles, the sensation radiating from my breasts to the rest of me. I grab behind his head and grab at the back of his head as he sucks, and when he’s done we kiss again like it was the last kiss either of us was going to have. Our tongues hit each other and dance around, smashing together and turning each of us on. His hands are everywhere at once—my entire body just a toy for him to play with and do whatever he wants to, and he’s ready to play.
“I can’t wait to fuck you.” He says.
“What are you waiting for? Fuck me, already.”
He grabs at me and pulls my ass close to the edge of the island. We keep kissing as I scratch the hell out of his back. I look down when our faces separate and see his massive cock sticking straight out. He’s fucking huge! I reach down and wrap my fingers around it, and it fills up my entire hand. I’ve never felt something so thick and hard in my hands, and as soon as I have my hand wrapped around his massive girth he rolls his eyes and makes the kind of noises that let me know he wants me to keep going—and I do. I squeeze it, hard, and stroke him as fast as I can.
“Keep going,” he yells. “That feels so fucking good. Stroke my hard cock.”
He fills up my entire hand, and I slow my stroke so that I can feel every inch of him. I stop at his head and squeeze him. I’ve had enough of this. I want more, and I want it right now. “Take me over to the bed.” I tell him, and he lifts me up and takes me into his bedroom, kicking the door open and laying me down on my back. I sit up and put his huge manhood into my mouth—his girth filling up my entire mouth. I reach around and grab his ass cheeks and pull him into me, and as he mouth fucks me I start to gag. He starts to take a step back, but I pull him in again, feeling the head of his cock all the way in the back of my throat. It feels amazing. I hold onto his shaft with my hand and pull it in towards the back of my throat. I feel the gag coming on again, and I pull him out just as the saliva pours out from the sides of my mouth. His giant dick is bathed in my spit, and I see it dripping off of his head onto the floor. I want that inside me right now, and I tell him.
“I want to feel that deep inside my pussy.” I tell him. I’m looking right into his eyes, and he doesn’t need much more prompting than that. He wants this as much as I do, and I can’t wait to feel that giant thing inside of me. He pulls me towards him, and I fall onto my back again as he spreads my legs as wide open as they’ll go. My feet point east and west, and my dripping pussy is staring him right in the face, waiting to get fucked. He reaches down and rubs his thumb along my clit, going in small circles until he knows that I’m about to loose my mind. He slips a finger inside me just to make sure I’m ready for his thickness. It slides right in like nothing, but I clench around his him as his ring finger tickles my butt hole ever so gently. I gasp, suddenly, as he clenches three of his fingers in just the right places—his thumb on my clit, his middle finger deep in my pussy, and his ring finger tickling my ass. I never want him to stop, but he does, just as I’m getting going.
He gets onto the bed, sliding onto his knees. I get ready for what’s coming, taking in every inch of that massive cock with my eyes before I take it in with the rest of my body. He asks me if I’m ready, and I tell him that I am. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I’m ready to be fucked by him. We’ve teased, we’ve flirted, and now we’re going to fuck the way that we were always meant to. “Give it to me.” I command, reaching out and spreading my lips open for him. He sees my wet pink pussy, ready for him, and I watch as he grabs himself and moves ever closer to me. I feel his big head pushing into me, and after a second the rest of him. The pressure is intense. He fills me up completely, but he isn’t bashful at all. He doesn’t’ go slowly at all, and he isn’t afraid to take charge. He takes me exactly how he wants me, leaning over to pin my arms down by the wrist. I’m totally vulnerable now—my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms pinned to the bed.
He likes to tease, and he leans in to kiss me a few times only to pull away, forcing me to reach up and nip at his lips, and just when I do he pulls back. Just as my head falls down, disappointed, he thrusts that huge cock so far into me that it makes me scream. I can hear the hard thud of his balls slapping against me as every inch fills me up. Just as I gasp he does it again, and again, faster and faster until there’s nothing but his hips smashing into my body, making that sound that only hard sex can make. The sound turns me on and brings me close to orgasm. I know that I’m not going to last too long. I usually don’t come from sex—like ever—but he’s hitting all the right spots at just the right angle. He leans forward even more and the top of his cock rubs against my clit just enough to bring me close. “Oh God, keep going, Grayson!”
He hits me even harder and even faster, the length of him sliding almost all the way out before thrusting back into my soaking wet pussy. He’s hitting me in the perfect place now, looking down at me as he does, watching his work underneath him. “I’m close, Grayson, don’t stop fucking me.” A few seconds later I feel an explosion. My body reacts to him like it’s never reacted to a man before, and I feel a deep orgasm that starts in my pussy, but radiates through my entire body. Every nerve ending, every inch of me is trembling and tingling, and I feel like I’m being electrocuted underneath him. When I’m done I don’t stop moving, even though I’m exhausted, because he’s not done yet. But I can tell he’s close because of the look on his face.
“My turn.” He says, pulling himself out of me and exploding all over my stomach and tits. He screams when he comes, like he’s releasing all the tension that’s built up between us as his hot cum covers my body. When he’s done he falls to the side, and I roll over next to him. “You’re so. . .unexpected.”
“Unexpected?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he tell me, in between panting to catch his breath. “But I never would have thought that you had that in you. You’re so fucking hot! That was like nothing I’ve experienced before.”
“You and me both, Grayson. Maybe we just make each other better.”
“Maybe?” He asks. “There’s no maybe about it.”
Chapter 10
Grayson
I wake up sore again, only this time it isn’t because the bed was uncomfortable—even though it was. I’m sore cause I had the most incredible sex with Rowan last night, and my body is still recovering. I’ve never had sex that. . .physical. She’s a beast in bed, which is something I never would have guessed from just hanging out with her the few times that we did. I always liked her, and she obviously likes me, but I always thought she was a little stuffy. Well, last night completely took that misconception away! I wake up first. Rowan’s still naked and pressed up against my body, tangles of her hair tickling my cheek.
I can see the sun is already up, it’s probably later than I think. I slept like the dead. That’s what happens after a night like I had. Too much alcohol and just the right amount of great sex will leave you a little diminished the next day, but even though my body is a little sore, my mind has never been sharper or happier. Then I remember that we’re leaving, heading back to the norm
al existence that I fled from in the first place when I came here. But I’m not feeling so bad about it right now. Maybe it’s the night I had with Rowan, or maybe it’s just that I needed a few days to have some separation from Grayson, the Wordsmith, and rediscover Grayson Smith. I’m not going to over analyze it, I’m just going to ride the wave.
I get up and take a shower. It’s nine o’clock, and the mechanic said that I could pick up the car soon, so we just have a little while to get ourselves together. I barely packed before I left but I need to throw all of my shit back into the bags I took and clean up the house a little, but first I need to shower the sex and booze off of me.
When I come back to the room it’s empty, and I can hear Rowan moving around in her room, probably doing the same thing I am. I walk in, towel still wrapped around my waist, and her back is too me. She’s still naked except for a bra she’s putting on while standing in front of her bag. The door creaks when I open it—everything creaks in this house—and she turns around a little startled. She still looks hot as hell, standing there naked. Her hair is a mess, but in a good way. Seeing it makes me remember pulling it, and I can picture her face as I slammed into her from behind. I snap out of it when she turns around, though and she smiles at me in a loving way and stops messing with her still unclasped bra. When we make eye contact she doesn’t say a word, but just lets it fall to the floor, exposing her beautifully round breasts. Her nipples are hard and staring right at me. I feel my cock go stiff, and I let my towel fall down to the ground.
I walk towards her, my manhood fully out, and I grab her by the waist. I go in for a kiss but she pulls back, teasing me. I try again, she moves her lips a second time. She’s driving me nuts, and I’m so hard that it’s starting to hurt. “Are you going to let me kiss you?” She nods her head. “What then?” I ask. Then she drops to her knees. I get so excited that I almost come, but I want to enjoy what’s going to happen.
I let her take hold of my cock, and before I know it I feel it inside her mouth. She pulls me in deep, then slides me back out, stroking as she bathes me with saliva. I hold onto her head as she pulls me in again, gripping my bare ass with her hands. I thrust my hips forward, again and again, and she looks up at me. The look in her eye is pure lust, and I look down at her, watching her work my hard cock with her wet mouth. She picks up the pace, sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, stopping every few strokes to take me in deep. I feel myself about to come, and I tell her so that she can pull back, but instead she just keeps going, faster than before. I say it again, but she just keeps going, and I explode in her mouth—my white hot cum shooting deep into the back of her throat as she sucks the last few drops out of me. I yell as I come. It’s a primal yell, like everything inside me is coming out, and I give up control as she gives me pure ecstasy.
When I’m done she pulls me out her hand and licks my head, getting every last drop of me up in her warm mouth. I watch her and it’s the biggest mental turn on I could have ever imagined. She’s worshipping my cock with her mouth, and even though I just came, I stare at her until she’s done. “That was fucking amazing.”
“What? That?” She jokes. “That was nothing.”
I stare at her, totally shocked. If that was nothing, I can’t wait to see what something is. But we have to get ready to go. I go to my room and get dressed, and she does the same. We clean up the house a little and head out, taking the same walk we took last night into town. We don’t say much as we walk. I think we’re both wondering the same thing without telling one another—what did last night and this morning mean? Are we together? Was it just a hot one night stand? Are we heading into a relationship, or just friends who hooked up? I don’t know the answers to any of those questions, and I’m not sure that she does either. But at some point we’re going to have to talk about that. But right now, my car.
I pick it up from the shop and pay the damage. It’s not that bad, all things considered. In the back of my mind I was hoping that it wasn’t ready yet, and that Rowan and I would have to stay a little bit longer. Last night was a breath of fresh air, and totally unexpected, and the idea of a few more nights like that is about the best thing that I can imagine. But that’s just a fantasy now. The car’s ready, and that means that we’re going back home—we’re going back to New York.
Rowan gets in the car and I almost pull away to the road that leads to the interstate before Rowan grabs my arm to stop me. “Wait,” she says. “Aren’t you forgetting something. Or someone.”
I realize who she means and hit myself. “Oh, crap. Thank you.”
I drive my newly fixed car down the road a bit to Donovan’s Books and jump out. “You can wait here, I’ll go.” Rowan nods and tells me to say goodbye for her. I go into the front door and look around for Mr. Donovan but don’t see him right away. At this point I’m eager to get out of this town, so I practically run around the store looking for him. Before I even realize it I run headfirst into some guy, and all I feel is the collision. “Oh, I’m sorry, man.” When I look it’s a guy in a business suit—stuffy looking sort.
“That’s quite alright,” he says. “I like to see the enthusiasm for books!”
“Oh, I’m actually looking for the owner.”
“Me, too.” The man says. “I have a meeting with him.”
“I’m just on my way out. Just wanted to say goodbye before I go. Sorry again about crashing into you.”
“Think nothing of it,” he tells me. Seems like you’re going and I’m coming, but we’re both waiting for the same guy.”
“Guess so.” I see Mr. Donovan coming down from the upstairs part of the store. The man never slows down, even at his age. I make eye contact and he waves before starting to come over to me. “Well I’m going to go say goodbye,” I tell the man. I notice we’re standing right in front of the Indie Book section of the store, so I grab the copy of my book off the pile where Mr. Donovan put it. “But if you’re looking for some reading material while you wait, I know the author.” I smile at him as he takes my book and looks at the back, where my professional head shot sits at the bottom. “Sorry again.”
I leave the man there and meet Mr. Donovan in the middle. He already has his hand extended for me to shake. “It’s that time, huh, boy?”
“It is. I’ve enjoyed seeing you, but I’m not exactly sad to be leaving these streets behind.”
“Can’t say I blame you, there. It was great seeing you, Grayson. You were a cool kid, but I’m happy to see the man you’ve become. And that wife! Hold on to her as tightly as you can, you hear me?”
“Will do. And it was great seeing you also. Best part of my trip.” I’m lying, of course, but I can’t really tell him about the best part of the trip. I did really enjoy seeing him, though.
“Send me those books as soon as you get back to New York.”
“I will. Goodbye, Mr. Donovan.”
I run back outside, making sure not to crash into any of his customers this time. Rowan’s playing on her phone in the car, and before I get in I take one more look around, scanning the town and its people. It’s been cool to be here. And I hope it’s even cooler to get back to real life. I have to text the guys.
“All good?” She asks when I get back in the car.
“Yup.”
“Then let’s go, I’m ready.”
“Me, too.”
Before us lies the open road—a few days of driving and a lot of fast food and rest stops. But it’ll end, and we’ll be back home.
Chapter 11
Grayson
I ring Knight’s bell and wait for him to open the door. He wanted to meet at his place, just the three of us. His text to me sounded a little curt for Mike. He’s not in charge of the Wordsmiths at all, but he’s taken a little bit of a leadership role since his career’s taken off. Mike’s not the scolding type—we’re all good friends and we’ve always treated each other like equals, but I’m worried he’s going to try to give me shit about disappearing for a few.
Colton’s
on his way over and he’s bringing food. I’m starving. I got back last night and haven’t eaten yet. I dropped Rowan off at her place late night and then crashed as soon as my head hit my pillow. I’ve always been a terrible sleeper, and last night was no different, especially after a few shitty days on the road. The trip home took forever. I swear we hit every traffic snag and delay from Arizona to New York. But still, it’s good to be back home. At least I think it is—we’ll see how this little Wordsmith meeting is going to go.
“What’s up, motherfucker?” Well, Mike sounds normal.
“Hey. I thought I was walking into a firm talking to.”
“From me?” Mike asks. “You think I’m your father? I mean, I might be, you’d have to talk to your mom about that. But she was with a lot of guys around the same time so, you know.”
“It’s good to be back.”
“I’ll be it is. Colt’s on the way, he’s stopping at the deli, I think.”
“Nice! I could use a good pastrami sandwich!”
When we were in college there was a deli not far from school that we used to go to at least once a week. We found out one afternoon that all of us had the exact same order—pastrami on rye with mustard. So now, whenever one of us goes to the deli we know to just get three of the same order. Mike walks us over to his couch. It’s funny how much things have changed in less than a year. I remember when it was me and Colton barging in here to get Mike sobered up and off his couch. Then we came back again when he was on his bender. Then it was Colt’s turn with his anger and legal troubles. I guess good friends take turns being fucked up —that way the other two can always help them. Hopefully one day we’ll all be on equal footing.
Just as we sit down Colton comes in the door, the smell of warm pastrami wafting into the living room. “Hey!” He says. “Look who’s come back to town. What? Bumblefuck, Arizona didn’t do it for you, Gray? DIdn’t want to hang out with inbred neighbors and eat a lot of Tex-Mex?”
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