by Aja Cole
“Maybe you could try to not pick up my brother in front of me?” Faith interjects, and I’m grateful. Maybe the slight rebuke will derail Heidi.
“Oh come on, look at him. You must realize he’s hot. I’d be a fool to not take my chances while he’s right in front of me,” scratch that, the girl’s shameless.
“Heidi, he’s not going anywhere for two weeks. Spare the rest of us, please. Right guys?” Everyone voices their agreement with Daya and as the conversation moves on; I can’t help but hope that maybe she had a bit of a selfish reason for stopping Heidi.
A man could dream.
5
Daya
Usually, I was just amused by Heidi’s forward personality. Tonight though, I wished Greyson was as far away from her as possible.
She was probably exactly his type. He was definitely exactly the type that Heidi went for. Tall, muscled like he could throw a girl around in bed, and with an air of nervousness that said he might be a bit innocent.
I felt a little protective of Greyson.
It seemed like he wasn’t all that comfortable with women.
Maybe he isn’t interested in women.
Oh shit! I hadn’t even considered that. Was that why he was so nervous? He thought one of the women was going to come onto him? Maybe he hadn’t told Faith yet. I had probably looked at him a bit too hard. The poor guy probably felt like a piece of meat.
I wondered if Faith had mentioned Ryan was gay too.
Looking between the both of them, I could definitely see them as a cute couple. I’d have to get all the deets from him about Greyson if they did get together. I could live vicariously through him since I didn’t have a male distraction anymore.
Thinking about Cole made me a little sad. Had I been too hasty in just cutting him off like that? What was so wrong with him wanting to see me…we’d been talking on and off for two years. He’d seen more of me than some of the guys I’d actually been with.
Honestly, I was scared.
Yeah, his body was hot…But there was so much stuff that we’d talked about under the cloak of just being two people far away from each other. No ties, no mutual friends…just a man and a woman. I really didn’t even remember what his face looked like, only that the one or two times I’d seen it early on – it only added to his attractiveness.
I’d said stuff to him that would never come out of my mouth in real life. I wasn’t some femme fatale or this sexy girl. He probably had expectations and I probably wouldn’t have met them. I was sure there would be ways he’d have let me down too. Talk is one thing, but so few people actually back up everything they say they can and will do.
Maybe it was time that I found a regular partner the normal way. It could be simple, right? It would just take a little effort and a lot of communication.
Too bad Greyson was off-limits. Maybe he knew some guys he could point me towards. I’d ask Faith to put in a good word for me.
“You basically want me to ask my brother if he knows any guys that are good with no-strings sex.” Faith squinted at me, like she couldn’t quite believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. She was also a bit tipsy. I figured it would be the best time to ask her.
“Not in so many words, but…yeah. He’s an athlete. He’s gotta know some guys that aren’t complicated.”
“I guess I should just be happy you’re not telling me that you want to bone my brother.” She hiccups, giggling.
“Oh believe me; if he wasn’t your brother and I didn’t suspect he might be gay…I’d be all over him.” Before I even finished speaking, Faith was coughing and choking. I whacked her on the back a few times, alarmed.
“Hey! Don’t die before you ask him!”
“You think my brother’s gay?”
“I don’t know. It seems like a possibility…”
“GREYSON!” Before I could muffle her, she’d already yelled out his name and I groaned. Dammit, that was the last time I would have a conversation with Faith when she wasn’t sober.
I didn’t have enough time to duck into my room before Greyson came out of his.
“Faith, why are you yelling?”
“Are you gay?” she blurted out, and I thanked the lord that my brown skin didn’t show blushes easily. I could feel that my face was on fire. The alcohol in my system wasn’t helping. “Daya thinks you’re gay.”
His mouth dropped open, and he started at me, stricken. “You...I...I’m not...No? I’m not gay. Why the hell do you think I’m gay?”
I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up in me. He was just so cute and flustered.
So not gay, but probably a little innocent. I definitely needed to stay away.
“You just have seemed a little nervous, and you looked super uncomfortable when Heidi was flirting with you. Usually guys are putty in her hands.”
“Yeah, because I wasn’t really interested in her.” He scowls. “I’m not gay.” He mumbles a few other things as he stomps back into his room, but I’m still giggling and I don’t know what he said since Faith is still laughing too.
“I didn’t get a chance to ask him about a fuck buddy for you,” she whispers apologetically, and I roll my eyes as I pour her another glass of wine and top mine up.
Oh well, better luck next time.
My head was pounding.
Drinking wine was just so much more of a pleasant and mellow night than throwing back hard shots, so I always managed to forget the inevitable hangover the next morning.
Someone had covered me with a blanket at some point, and I slowly sat up, fighting the nausea that washed over me. Faith must’ve stumbled to her bedroom at some point, because I was alone. It was still dark outside, what the hell time was it?
I felt around the couch until I found my phone.
Wincing, I tried to angle the phone so the light wouldn’t hit me too hard.
4:00 AM
Damn.
The sun wouldn’t be up for like another hour and a half, and I probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.
Gingerly, I slid my legs over the side of the couch and padded to the kitchen. I knew we had Advil and Gatorade. Nothing really made the unpleasantness go away but time and sleep, since I usually didn’t bother drinking water between drinks when we just chilled at home.
One day, I would know better.
I heard the door open behind me and I didn’t bother looking, thinking it was probably Faith looking for the same things.
Where the hell had we put the painkillers? Even the movement of searching the cabinets took a lot of effort to not puke all over the counter. Looking up, I realized that the blue label of the pills was visible…on a shelf that I’d need more height to reach.
I was going to murder Ryan very slowly.
I squinted up at the shelf, like if I stared at it long enough, I could will the pills to come to me with my mind.
“Need something?” the voice is low and groggy and it belongs to a very bare-chested Greyson, a fact I discover when he comes up near me and I feel his body heat before I look over and am met with quite the view.
Damnnnnnnn.
I mean, from what I knew, hockey players needed to be in peak physical condition…but shit. I couldn’t have imagined how perfect his chest was.
His well-defined pecs…the ridges of muscle jutting from his abdomen…holy fuck, and a hard v leading right into plaid pajama bottoms. And those little nipples. I hadn’t seen nipples I wanted to bite so badly since Cole’s pictures.
Before I could stop myself, I’d reached out a hand and planted it squarely on his hard abs.
“Damn,” I breathed. Touching them was even better than looking at them.
“Daya,” his voice sounded strangled, “What are you doing?”
I didn’t really know.
Then nausea hit me again, and I groaned, taking my hand away to brace it on the counter where I could rest my head on my arm.
What the hell are you thinking?
“Advil. Can you reach the Advil?” I a
sked, really hoping I didn’t make a fool of myself and puke on his bare feet.
That’d be sexy.
I felt him reach over me and then I heard the rattle of the pills hitting the counter. Murmuring my thanks, I skirted around him and slowly made my way to my room with the Gatorade in one hand and pills in other. Flipping off the top, I shook two into my mouth and took a hefty swig of my drink before burrowing under my covers. With any luck, I’d pass out fairly quickly and wake up when most of the nausea had passed.
Something tugged at my mind as I fell into sleep, but I couldn’t figure it out before I knocked out.
Probably not important, I yawned.
6
Greyson
I had to tell her soon.
One reason being, she thought I was gay?? The second being that if she touched me again, I might just burst into flames.
She’d only really “known” me for all of two days, how had she come up with me being gay? It was really a testament to how much of a little bitch I’d been being around her. Stumbling my words, not looking her in the eye – no wonder she thought I was uncomfortable with women.
Well, that shit was over.
I had a little over a week and a half until practices would ramp up to start the season, and I needed things hashed out with her before then.
It had to be a time when Faith and Ryan were gone.
Maybe I could arrange something. But if I did, how would I explain not including Daya in the plans?
She doesn’t like all that healthy shit.
Fuck yeah.
Faith had mentioned a retreat that happened some weekends. A big group of people, connecting with their yin and stuff, and learning about healthy lifestyles and bonding over that shit. I’d get tickets to whatever that was, say they were a gift or a perk from some sponsors, and send Ryan and Faith off.
That’d give me a full weekend to convince Daya that this needed to happen.
We needed to happen.
It was finally Friday, and after three days of living in suspense, waiting for Faith and Ryan to leave – it was time.
“Okay, so we won’t have cell service but we’ll be back late Sunday. I better not come back to find the place burned down or anything,” Faith shot both Daya and I worried glances and I waved her off.
“Get over yourself, we’ll be fine.”
“Okay. Thanks again for this; I can’t believe you guys just get stuff like this you never use.” I pushed away the little bit of guilt that tugged at me over my small lie. It was for a good cause.
“Life of a hockey player. Okay, see you later.” I practically pushed her and Ryan out the door and when I closed it and locked it, Daya was staring at me.
“You were awfully eager to get rid of them,” she sounded suspicious, but I shook my head, playing it off.
“You know Faith, sometimes you have to make her leave.”
She nodded, but still narrowed her eyes before she turned away and grabbed her laptop from the table.
Now that we were alone, I ran down the list of the multiple ways I’d thought about starting this conversation.
And I couldn’t do it.
I froze.
While I stood there like a spineless bastard, Daya slipped headphones on and seemed to start working intently on something. Probably a new piece she had a deadline for.
Okay, so I’d tell her later. No big deal. We had nearly 3 days alone.
I would tell her...
Just….later.
“I can’t believe you.”
“I fucking know, man. I know.”
“After you gave me shit for suggesting you not tell her, you still haven’t told her? She’s going to kick your ass six ways to Sunday. If not physically, verbally.”
It bothered me that Alex was right.
The longer I went without telling Daya, the worse it would seem when I did tell her.
But shit, she hadn’t even wanted to meet me. Now I was living in her space for another week? That would be hard to wrap her head around. Of all the people in the world, I’d chosen my sister’s roommate to sext. How the fuck did stuff like this happen?
Now it was near 1am, and I was laying there talking to my best friend about my girl problems on the phone like some fucking pre-teen.
What had my life become?
I started to respond to Alex, but my phone chimed.
2 New Messages
Clicking the icon, my eyes flew wide.
They were both from Daya.
Hey Cole...
How are you?
My god.
“She just texted me.”
“Texting you as in her friend’s brother, or you as in guy she’s been sexting?”
“Me as in guy she’s been sexting. Damn, I forgot I told her my middle name back when we initially wanted to keep things completely anonymous.”
“Wait, so she doesn’t even know you by Greyson?”
“Nah, she knows me as Cole.”
“Hey, when you tell her, can you call me so I can listen to her ream you? Because you really fucked this one up.”
“Fuck you, dick. I’m hanging up.”
“Good luck, brother.”
Staring at her message, I hesitate over the keys, not knowing whether I should respond to her or not. Before I do, another message pops up.
I know this is shitty of me, after cutting you off. But I don’t know…I miss seeing you. Or your body, that is ;)
Fuck it, I’d text her and worry about the rest later.
Is that all I am to you, a piece of body to look at?
Would you feel bad if I said yes? To be fair, it’s a phenomenal body and I definitely appreciate you sharing it with me.
I guess there are worse things. I really appreciate you sharing your body with me too, so I’m not complaining. Still set on us not meeting up?
It took a little longer for her to reply to that one.
I don’t know. Ask me again after we talk tonight.
Is talking what you want to do?
Instead of the typed response I was expecting, I got a picture message.
It was a picture of Daya’s breasts in their full glory. I came to life instantly, my mouth nearly watering at the sight of her large areolas tipped with beautiful, hard brown nipples.
Shit.
Even with all the pictures I’d seen of her, new ones never failed to make me hard and horny. I could look at her body for ages. And I was even harder since I knew she was in the room next to me, naked in her bed and taking pictures just for me.
I was about to do something risky. But shit, it was now or never. Or you know…when I came clean.
FaceTime me. I want to watch you play with yourself.
She didn’t say anything for so long that I thought she wasn’t going to, and I’d pulled my shirt off, thinking it’d be yet another night of my hand and memories.
But then my computer screen lit up and I was grateful that there were earphones plugged in, because she would’ve clearly heard the facetime tone from her room. Definitely not how I wanted her to find out. I angled the small desk lamp on the table so that it was focused more on my lower half than my face, and adjusted the computer screen accordingly.
Plugging in my earphones, I made sure the mic was near my mouth.
“I’m glad you decided to call,” my voice is hushed enough that she shouldn’t realize it’s me.
“I’m glad I decided to call too. I’ve missed those abs of yours. Are you naked?”
I angle the computer down a little more so that she can see the waistband of my pants, and I smirk when she makes a sound of disappointment. Under normal circumstances, I think that I might feel offended by her blatant objectification for so long…but with Daya, the last thing it does is bother me. Instead, I feel…lucky for her attention or something like that.
“Soon. First you have to apologize for dropping me. And I think I want my apology in the form of you doing exactly as I say.”
I hear her breath hi
tch and I can’t wait.
“Okay. What do you want me to do?”
“Take off your shirt. Pull your bra cups down but don’t take it off.”
She follows my instructions, pulling the cups down so they rest just under her full breasts, making them sit high and I watch as her nipples push out and harden right under my gaze. Pictures are one thing. Being able to see it happen in some sort of real time is even hotter. The only thing that would be better is if it was my mouth affecting them that way.
“Pinch them for me. Like it’s me, twisting and pulling them until you squirm.”
I watch, my own breath coming almost as fast as hers as she rakes her nipples with her nails. Her fingers tighten and when I can tell she’s about to stop, I tell her to pinch them harder.
“You can take the pain, can’t you Daya? You like it.” Her low moan betrays her as she pinches them harder and I swear, watching her lips as she bites them, trying to be quiet.
Probably so that “Greyson” doesn’t hear her.
It’s fucked up, but it makes me harden even more that she’s doing all this without knowing it’s me that she’s doing it for. My new goal is to make her get to a point where she doesn’t care if she’s overheard. I want her that dripping, that hot to finish herself off that she can’t control herself anymore.
“Show me your pussy. Let me see if it’s wet already. Are you wet, baby?”
I can see her nod as she scoots back on the bed, propping herself on the headboard as she angles the camera lower and widens her legs. Fuck, the deep pink of her sex looks silky and glossy, and I can only imagine how she tastes.
I want to find out more than I want to take my next breath.
7
Daya
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but here I am…being one of those people that can’t make up their minds and dragging Cole along with me.
