by Aja Cole
“Quiet, wench.” I open her door and place her softly on the bed. There’s plenty of time to be rough. My ego’s still a little bruised from her thinking I was gay. She hadn’t questioned that shit for a second when she was following my every command on video in the past. She rolls over onto her back, propping herself on her elbows as I stand at the end of the bed.
“Listen..” she trails off, “I don’t want you to feel any pressure or anything. We’ve talked about a lot and it’s hard to meet those expectations when all we had was the fantasy for so long.”
I’m not quite sure what she’s getting at. I’d only gotten harder since stepping into her room and my brain wouldn’t be the one in control for much longer. I stripped off my shirt, enjoying the little peek of tongue as she surveyed my body.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, like…don’t worry if it’s not as great as we thought it’d be. Sometimes, it takes a bit to find the rhythm and how we mesh with each other.”
To me, it looks like she’s trying hard to brace herself for the worst. Part of me wants to laugh but another part recognizes that she’s trying to prepare herself for disappointment.
“Just for that…I’m not letting you out of bed until tomorrow afternoon. Maybe.”
Her eyes widen and I smirk, feeling the confidence I feel on the ice wrapping around me. This, I’m completely sure about. Daya and I? There would be nothing to adjust to. I knew the second I laid eyes on her in person that the last thing we’d need to worry about was chemistry.
Now I just had to show her everything I already knew.
“What do you think, should I take my boxers off?” I walk closer to the bed, grabbing her calves and pulling her towards me so her legs are hanging off the bed.
“Mhm, and I think I’ll help,” she starts to reach for them but I grab her wrists.
“Do it with your teeth. No hands.”
My cockhead is visible above my waist band, and the way her eyes glaze over when I tell her what to do makes me wonder if it’s possible to get any harder. I don’t think there’s any blood left anywhere else. I gather some of the pre-cum that’s beading on my dick and paint it over her lips, my breath hissing through my teeth when I watch her lick it all off. Holding my gaze as long as she can, she dips her head to my hips, scraping my lower abdomen with her teeth when she bites into my waistband.
I can’t tell who I’m torturing more.
When she gets one side down, she glides over to the other, and by the time she’s gotten my boxers under my balls – I can barely remember my name.
As much as I want to finally feel her mouth on me, I need something else just as badly. Letting my boxers fall away, I crawl onto the bed, caging Daya with my body as she scoots back to accommodate me. Sitting back, I grip the hem of her shirt and pull it off in silence. Doing the same with her pants and panties, I let my body rest on hers, skin to skin and rub my face against hers. I want her comfortable and completely in the moment with me.
“I like the stubble.” She whispers, sliding her arms around my neck and hooking a leg around mine.
“Wait until you feel it between your thighs.” Her hands tighten on me and I bite her jaw.
“Sit on my face.” Her sharp inhale is answer enough for me, and I roll us so she’s on top. “You can suck my dick while I bury my mouth in this pussy. I can’t fucking wait.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” she groans as she climbs on my chest and I laugh, pulling her hips back and tipping her forward so I have her pink cunt positioned just right. I feel like a kid in a goddamned candy store. It all feels surreal, like I’m going to wake up with a raging hard on and Daya won’t be anywhere to be found.
“I won’t be able to talk much in a second, don’t worry.” Never have I spoken so much during sex, but with Daya, there’s so much I want to do and say. Mostly, I know how much she enjoys the tension and the preview of what’s to come.
I take a deep inhale when she’s settled around me, basking in the strong musk of her smell. Gripping her thighs, I take a long swipe with my tongue and I hear her breath catch, the hand she has wrapped around my dick clenching. I don’t even care if she can’t suck me off while I’m eating her out. Taking my thumbs, I spread her lips, captivated by the deep pink of her cunt and small nub of her clit that’s growing as I watch. I lick at the soft folds, flattening my tongue with each swipe and then fucking as far as I can. I feel her thighs shaking and I lose track of everything around me as I get lost in sucking and tasting her. When her moans are constant, I move to her clit, circling it with my tongue and caressing her with my lips. Pulling her hips down when she starts to move around too much, I don’t let up, alternating between suckling gently and rubbing my tongue on the side I find is most sensitive. Tapping, licking, stroking – my tongues all over her pretty little clit and I want my name on her lips when he comes. Moving her off my face to the bed, I jerk her body to my face and push two fingers into those tight walls. She’s pushing her hips up to me now, and I stroke my fingers in and out, keeping a constant pace and pressure inside. Surrounding her clit with my mouth again, I hold it against the roof of my mouth, licking softly at the underside. Daya’s hands are clutching at my hair, holding me in place and I don’t let up until her body’s shaking underneath me.
‘Greyson, god, please, stop, I can’t take it,” she’s sobbing her words and it pains me to stop. I could taste her for hours and never get tired. I don’t want her to be too sore, so I drop one last kiss on her lips and kiss my way up her body.
10
Daya
I think I’m dead.
My entire body is a mass of sensation and I can’t think straight. I’m still trembling from the orgasm Greyson wrung out of me and I think I’m out for the count.
Yet my body is still on fire, and I’m aching for his cock.
I feel empty and there’s nothing more that I want other than for him to fill me up. I blink open my eyes as he kisses his way up my body, face glistening with my juices and it’s almost too much to bear. He’d licked at me like I was his last meal, like he’d never get another taste of me again.
If that was just oral…I couldn’t imagine…hell, I didn’t want to imagine how I’d feel about him after days in bed. He kisses me, those blue eyes dark and his gaze hooded with desire. I taste my spicy, musky juices on his lips and it sends more heat shooting through my body.
“Please fuck me now.” I feel bad because my blowjob was so distracted, but I need to feel him. I run my nails up his back, dropping my thighs open even more so his large body can settle between. Sitting back, he grips his dick and just watches me silently, his eyes saying everything he wants to do to me. It’s too much. I know exactly what he’s thinking because he’s explicitly told me, and knowing it makes me crave it.
Moving forward on his knees, he holds his cock and runs it up and down my slit to use my slickness as lube, and I’m squirming on the bed in anticipation. He’s so warm and thick, and I’m anticipating the stretching burn. Pressing forward slowly, he comes over me, dropping down with his elbows on either side of my head and I move my legs even further apart because I need those last few inches. I’m full of his cock, filled to the brim, and there’s not a part of my pussy that he’s not touching. I feel him everywhere, around me and inside me and I don’t want to even move because I don’t ever want it to end. On a slow drag, he pulls out and a moan escapes me.
I feel every inch.
He keeps that maddening pace. A slow pull out of me until he’s resting at my entrance, then a deep push that seats him completely. It’s like he’s trying to imprint his shape inside me. He grips my thighs, holding me open for his onslaught as he increases his pace, eventually slamming deep into me and making me shudder through every thrust. I can feel the heat building and I reach for my nipples, twisting and pulling as I moan out his name and anything else that comes to mind.
Dropping down so his chest is pressed to my breasts again, he twines his fingers with mine, pin
ning them to the bed above my head as he powers in and out of me. Even my moans are broken now, and my vision blurs as my body almost fights with him for some sort of anchor as I write beneath him. I don’t know anything anymore, and my orgasm hits with almost scary intensity, stealing my breath and I bite into his shoulder as he growls into my neck. With short, stiff strokes, he uses my still pulsing body to bring himself off and a shiver rolls through my body when I feel his hot cum inside me.
Lazily, I run my hands along his body, kissing whatever skin I can reach and wanting him as long as possible. Apparently he feels the same, because he makes no moves to get up and I enjoy the press of his weight on top of me. Covering me.
I shriek as he rolls us over once, so that I’m on top of him, and slides his legs over the side of the bed. Giving me a smile, he busses his lips over mine before standing up and carrying me to the bathroom.
“I figured things would be a little less messy in here,” he rumbles, stepping into the shower as I clutch at him with my arms and legs. I can’t believe he’s even got the strength for it. All I want to do is sleep indefinitely. Hoisting me up some, he fiddles with the dial until the water’s the perfect temp and I sigh, holding him tighter. For a man with a load of muscle, he’s surprisingly comfortable.
“Alright koala bear, you’ve gotta get down for a bit,” he’s amused and I can’t even muster up the energy to say something snarky. I just let him move me however he wants. Aside from a tortured groan for the both of us when he pulls out of me, there’s just the beating water around us and I feel content. He washes me with the gentlest hands, and I do the same for him, though very slowly. I introduce him to shower lotion. I might be tired but dry skin is never acceptable for me. After drying off, he walks me to bed and fits himself behind me.
It’s been awhile since I’ve actually slept with anyone, and the last thing I remember thinking as I drifted off was that I was glad I’d given things a chance.
I wake up to voices coming from the living room, and for a second, I wonder if I left the TV on the night before. Then I remember I wasn’t watching any TV.
Maybe Faith and Ryan were back earlier than expected, because a glance at my desk clock tells me it’s only 7:20am.
Then I remember exactly who I was doing the night before, and in the same moment, I become aware of his body curved around mine. I glance down at Greyson’s large palm that’s over my breast like he owns it or something.
Typical.
Relaxing back against him, I turn my head a little and realize he’s awake too.
“Mornin’,”his eyes are all squinty and his hair is all over the place but he still manages to look sexy as hell. I know I must look absolutely terrifying.
“Hey,” I keep my voice low, not wanting to disturb the peace of early morning. “Why’s your hand on my boob?”
At my question, he squeezes it, closing his eyes again. ”Cause I like your boobs.”
“You don’t see me holding your dick as I sleep,” I tease, turning so I can bury my face in his chest. Such a phenomenal chest. It’s definitely one of my favorite parts of his body for some reason. The ridges, the little areas of defined muscle where I didn’t even know muscle existed…he’s just a specimen I want to explore.
I hear him scoff above me as he wraps his arms around my back, adjusting so that he’s on his back and I’m laying comfortably on his side. “Try it and see if you catch me complaining.”
I’m almost ready to drift back asleep, but a quick knock on the door is all the warning we get.
“Faith? Greyson?” I don’t even think either of us registers an actual voice speaking until two women peek their heads through the door and we both scramble for the covers since neither of us has a single scrap of clothing on. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! We’ll be out here when you’re presentable.”
I’m shocked, the woman’s voice is clearly holding back laughter and the woman who hadn’t spoken hadn’t even bothered to conceal hers. I could still hear her laughing as I jerked on my bra, a t-shirt and sweatpants.
“I’m going to take a wild guess and say one of those women is your mom?”
Somewhere inside, I was freaking out. But I couldn’t exactly have a little breakdown about all the things that were wrong with Greyson (and probably Faith’s mom) walking in on us and seeing us clearly in bed together. That would just be rude to keep them waiting, considering they were basically my landlords.
“You’d be right,” he mumbled, pulling on his sweatpants and shirt from the night before without his underwear.
‘You’re just going to not put on underwear?” I questioned, pulling my hair into a bun.
“What, is that too distracting for you?” he grins, coming towards me and I hold my hands out.
“Absolutely not! I’m not walking out there horny. Well…not any more than I already am.” I hear him laughing behind me as I high-tail it out of my room.
Men.
11
Greyson
Alright, so the last thing I’d been expecting was for my mom and Faith’s mom to walk in on Daya and I, but there were worse things.
Neither of them was exactly traditional and I had no doubt they’d love Daya.
I did have a feeling she’d pull away from me after they left, and I hoped I was wrong. I was disappointed that I didn’t get the morning to keep showing her how good we were together. I was confident that the night before had been great for both of us, but I couldn’t speak fully for her.
I walked into the living room, not surprised to see my mother chattering away. The look on Daya’s face was some mix of fascination and terror as she asked her about work and her life and how long we’d known each other.
“Daya is Faith’s roommate, Mom.” I offered, rubbing my hand discreetly on Daya’s back as I passed her. She was probably a little overwhelmed. My mom was a total people person.
“Oh! How nice! Well you probably know we own the place, then. Did Greyson tell you how that happened? It’s quite a funny story actually. Cheating husband, secret baby, the whole she-bang!” I want to laugh so badly at Daya’s expression in the face of my mom’s sharing, but I know it’ll only end badly for me later on.
I hug my mom and hug Faith’s mom, who is definitely the quieter of the two. Throughout the conversation so far, she’d just been observing. The small smile that played on her mouth told me she was amused at my mom’s usual chatterbox ways.
“It’s nice to see you Greyson. You nor Faith answered your phones, or else you’d have been warned that we were stopping by,” she raises a thin blonde brow, her voice soft and cultured.
“Faith doesn’t have cell service where she is, and I was…,” I trail off, glancing at Daya, who’s avoiding my gaze as she turns to fiddle with the coffee maker, “busy.”
“Are you and Daya dating?” the gleam in my mom’s eyes makes me shake my head, and I wish I could signal to her somehow to tone it down and not make a big deal of anything. One wrong step could send Daya running in the other direction. Until I figure out how she feels about me, I can’t be too careful.
“We’re friends,” Daya answers for the both of us and there’s a small silence before she changes the topic. “I’m sorry, I don’t know either of your names…other than Moms.”
“Call me Genie, sweetheart. And Faith’s mom is Heather,” my mom answers, finally sitting down in one of the chairs at the kitchen bar.
“Well, Genie, Heather,” she nods at Faith’s mom, “Would either of you like something to drink? We have more K-Cups than we know what to do with. Green tea…Cider...and some flavored coffees.”
“Green tea for me please, thank you,” Heather smiles, resting a manicured hand on the counter. “Genie will have the same. She doesn’t need any more coffee today.”
My mom mumbles something but doesn’t protest. No wonder she’s so animated.
“How long are you two staying?” I move to the kitchen, pulling out the eggs and butter. I make sure to press my body against Daya�
��s back as I reach over her head to grab the oatmeal. I don’t want her to forget what we could’ve been doing had we not been interrupted.
“Well, we just stopped by to say hello. I know it’s a bit early - but your mother has roped me into some absurd cruise,” Heather rolls her eyes but I know that if she didn’t really want to go, she wouldn’t. Nothing could make Heather Mayes do what she didn’t want to do. She was known for being sort of aloof to people who didn’t know her. They both thank Daya as she places mugs and spoons in front of each of them, along with sugar, honey, and a small carafe of milk. It’s cute that she’s thought of how each of them might take their tea without them asking for the extras.
I noted those telling gestures in my head. She might be adamant that she preferred being alone to being with people, but she seemed to be a great host. I didn’t know if it was something she had experience with back home or if that was just her natural inclination.
I wanted to find out. I wanted to know everything that’d made her into the person standing in front of me.
Probably time to admit that this isn’t just sex.
“Whatcha cookin’ good lookin’?” my mom teases, and I shake my head, something I do a lot when my mom’s around. It’s all out of love. It’s hard not to be amused by my mother, and everyone who meets her always tells me how lucky I am to have her.
Trust me, I know.
Even when my dad’s shit came to light, she tried to put on a brave face for me, though I was far past the age of needing to be shielded. The thing that pained me wasn’t that my parents were splitting up or the circumstances, but that the whole situation was the first time I’d ever seen my mom vulnerable and sad when she thought she was hiding it from me.
And I couldn’t really do much about it.
How could I have helped my mom heal a broken heart?
So I’d just tried to be the best son I could. Calling her, checking on her, and dropping by to see her whenever I could. Eventually, she‘d answered the phone exasperated one day and told me that if I didn’t stop calling and acting like a hovering parent – she was going to give me up for adoption.
