by Aja Cole
Just the feel of her tight sheath around my hand is killing me.
I know what it feels like inside and I want it.
When she’s squirming and pulsing hard around my fingers, I pull them from her and lick them clean. Her mouth opens and closes as she watches me, panting. I like the lingering surprise in her eyes. I kiss her parted mouth, sharing her taste and her whimper has me bucking against her.
I lace her fingers with mine, and press them against the wall as I notch my cock against her tight ass. I rock against her, imitating exactly what I want to do and I know she’s weakening. I relish how she responds to me, listening to her gasps and quick breathing, feeling her push back against me. I lean to her ear again, licking and teasing her neck.
“Say it.”
“What? What do you want?” she moans, rising on her toes and leaning forwards some. Now I’m pressing against her slit with every motion of my hips. It’s driving me wild but I’ve got one goal in mind.
“Tell me,” I suck and bite at her skin, “you want me to fuck you. Take you right here. Tell me you need my cock.” I snarl, taking my hands away from the wall and digging them into her hips and she grinds back against me.
“I need your cock, Greyson,” she shudders, “Please fuck me.”
That’s all I need.
With one hand, I shove her pants and underwear down to her knees and I free my dick, my own pants falling to my ankles. Pulling her up slightly, I rub my cockhead in her slick heat, savoring the feeling before I surge in. That first thrust sends fire up my spine, and I’m pumping into her like my life depends on it, holding her tight to me with one arm.
It’s quick and hard.
“You’ve been thinking about fucking me since last night, haven’t you? Such a dirty girl aren’t you, baby? You need this cock like I need this pussy. Don’t you ever fucking doubt it.” She moans low at that, her breath hitching.
She’s mumbling my name in the best way, and I feel like a fucking king, knowing I’m the reason behind her shivering and groaning. I’m gritting my teeth with the effort to not shout when she clamps down hard on me, holding my dick hostage as she trembles and quakes in my arms. I cum with her milking me that way, holding her possessively without a shred of space between us.
It’s only when I feel the breeze on my own ass that I come back to reality.
Pulling gently away, I pull up her pants, kissing a plump ass cheek as I rise. I right my clothing and turn her to face me.
“Still think I don’t want you?”
She grins sheepishly, and then leans her forehead against me with a murmur.
“What was that?” I pull back, raising a brow.
“I said no, damn it! Happy? Can we get out inside now?” I shake my head, grabbing her hand again and starting the rest of the walk.
“Your ass is just begging for a spanking with that mouth of yours.” I warn, looking down at her.
“My dad never spanked me, what makes you think I’ll let you?”
“You think I’d ask?”
“I think you’ve got a few things to learn about me,” she counters, slowing as we reach the townhouse.
I turn, yanking her to me and teasing my lips across hers so when I pull back, she tries to follow me again. I love seeing how much she doesn’t want me to stop.
“So do you, baby.” Winking, I let her go and take the steps two at a time, laughing when I see she’s still standing where I left her. “Come on, let’s get to bed.”
That spurs her into action and she follows, sliding through the open door. I lock it behind us and follow her to her room.
A few bumps there— but so far…so good.
So fucking good.
18
Daya
I’m still in a little bit of disbelief that I just let Greyson have sex with me in a dark alley.
Did you really let him?
Yeah…I hadn’t. He’d just kind of…taken it…and made me ask him for it, too.
In the best way, though. I’d definitely wanted it.
It was one thing to talk about it…but him actually taking control like that…Damn.
I’d have to get mad for a stupid reason more often.
And it had been stupid. I’d literally gotten mad because he wanted to slow things down and take the time to have a more normal start.
Apparently, I could add insecurity to my growing list of things to work on. It’d pretty much just rolled over me in that moment. One second, we were walking and talking – then the next, I just felt such rejection.
I needed to get it together before I really pushed him away.
And as scared as I was to jump into something new, I really didn’t want that.
I was practically warring with myself. But I would think before I got mad from now on. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me lately. First, it was Faith and now, Greyson. I didn’t like this super emotional side of me.
I didn’t have to deal with any of this type of stuff when I just kept to myself.
But I’d started to think that I could be alone when I died. I had two great roommates and now a good guy who wanted to be in my life, I needed to stop being such a crab.
I didn’t have any lingering issues from my father. I could do this.
I toe off my sneakers and shrug off my jacket, throwing it across the chair in the corner. I can feel the after-sex wetness in my pants and I grimace. Totally worth it, but sheesh.
I needed a shower.
I go the bathroom and clean up some, thinking I’ll ask Greyson to join me. I drop my clothes and go back to my room, but stop in my tracks when a thought crosses my mind, jerking my head to the door as Greyson comes in. Then I remember something else and sag in relief.
“What?” he asks, coming closer and resting his large hands on my bare hips. I’m getting used to him touching me already.
“Well, I remembered we haven’t used a condom. But it’s okay, my period is due soon and my fertile rate is really low right now. I’m very regular and I track it so we should be fine.”
“You don’t have a thing to worry about anyway, I can’t have kids,” he kisses me on the forehead and turns away, getting undressed.
I think my vision blurs for a second as his words sink in.
“You had a vasectomy?” He looks up at me from the chair, his slight smile tinged with sadness.
“No,” he unties his sneakers and drops them to the floor, “When I was 19, I was practicing too hard one day and I got an ache in my balls. It just got worse and more painful until I went to the doctor and they found a varicocele. I’d aggravated it, even though I never noticed any symptoms before. It’s basically enlarged veins in my scrotum. Either way, I’d had it for a while before getting it fixed so the chances of me having kids are next to nothing. A lot of guys are fine, but in my case, guess it just wasn’t mean to be.”
I didn’t really know how to feel.
Yeah, I didn’t want kids right that second but if Greyson and I were successful, I sort of wanted kids eventually. I mean, I hadn’t really thought about it but I didn’t see myself just never having kids.
“Do you want kids one day?” He shrugs, leaning back in the chair and pushing a hand through his hair as a slight frown tips his lips.
“Yeah. I figure I’ll just adopt or look into the other options when that time comes.”
I nod. There are a lot of options now for couples that want kids and can’t have them for one reason or another.
Getting a little ahead of yourself aren’t you?
It was good to think of all your options. Better to accept it now than to have a problem with it later.
And I did enjoy the feeling of him coming inside me...
`I bite my lip, remembering the hot rush of pleasure.
One less possible consequence to worry about, then.
He keeps surprising me with his ability to not let something get him down for the count. I guess playing a professional sport required the kind of optimism tha
t you could turn things around.
I move closer to the chair and lower myself to my knees, sliding my hands up his thighs as I kneel down. I love the clench of his strong jawline, that proud nose, and those piercing blue eyes that steal my breath away when his dark eyelashes lower over them.
I know we’ve just fooled around, but I feel the urge to get rid of any lingering sadness from telling me he can’t have kids. And I don’t want him to think I think any less of him.
He’s all man to me, and then some.
“Can’t get enough?” he rumbles, spreading his legs more.
I lick my lips, shaking my head. But I don’t speak because my mind’s completely elsewhere.
I finally get to put my mouth around his beautiful cock again and nothing’s going to distract me.
He pushes his pants down and I eagerly help, watching his thick, veiny member rest against those hard abs. It’s a beautiful sight and I can’t believe he’s fucked me twice and this is the first time I’m getting up close and personal. The brief 69’ing didn’t count.
“Should I let you take the lead on this?” he pushes wayward curls back from my forehead, cupping my cheek. I think I love when he does that. It makes me feel all warm and… taken care of. It’s a new feeling, but a pleasant one. He’d done it that first night too. I feel like a completely different person when we’re like this.
I had the same feeling when we first starting talking…he made me want to explore.
“I don’t know, should you?” I run my fingers to where his thighs meet his hips and tease his balls, rubbing them and rolling them lightly in my hands. He exhales hard and rubs the pad of his thumb over my lips. I open and catch him in my mouth, sucking it and not looking away.
I know he’s imagining something much more substantial keeping me busy. And so am I.
“You like it when I take over. You were dripping for me outside,” his voice is low and smooth, almost casual – but his eyes are anything but. Shit, he’s got the kind of gaze that would make me wet just looking at him from across a room. They’re so expressive and I’m caught in them. Not to mention that with only a few words from him, I’m back to squirming. I lower my lashes, taking a deep breath as he removes his hand and grips the back of my neck.
“Let’s check. Get up here.” The quiet command flows over me and I don’t even think of not complying. It’s nice to just be able to do and not be in my head.
I stand and climb atop him, where he scoots me back just a little so my ass is resting back near his knees and I’m spread open completely for him. He skims his fingertips just above my clit, then trails them down to my entrance. Massaging lightly, he pulls his hand away and I can see they have a slight sheen.
I’m a wanton hussy, apparently.
Catching my stare, he pushes those same two fingers inside me until they can’t go any further. “I’m going to tell you what I want to do to you, what I think you’ll like…and we’ll see how you react.” he explains. I’m amazed at his control, since his cock is proudly erect with little pearly drops of pre-cum on the head. I want to taste him badly, but I just as badly want to hear him talk dirty to me.
I just want it all.
“I want to lay you flat on the bed with this amazing ass tilted up for me. I’ll get behind you and span this sexy waist with my hands, and stroke into you all the way, making sure you’re stuffed full of my cock.”
Fuck. Straight to my core with that one.
I knew that feeling.
“You like hearing me talk about how my dick will fill you up? Are you remembering it right now, remembering how it felt sliding deep in this tight cunt?” His fingers move slightly with his words, more of a tease than anything else, and I take a shallow breath. “I’ll fuck you faster and harder, but still deep with every thrust. One hand on your waist and another tangled in this wild hair of yours, pulling you back into me. And then I’ll crave having my hands on this phenomenal ass. I want to see it shake for me. You want me to slap your ass while I’m fucking you, Daya?” my breath catches at the images he’s throwing at me, and I clench hard when he talks about spanking me. I don’t even know if I’d enjoy it but the picture he’s painting makes me not give a single damn.
“Oh, you’re perfect baby. We have a lot to explore.” He whispers, sliding his thumb around my clit. I push against his hand, needing more, wanting more. But he stops, and lifts me from his legs, back to the floor. “First things first, I want to see those pretty lips surrounding my dick. And when I come, you better swallow it all.”
Whimper.
The dark need in his voice is delicious. There’s a different aura about him tonight.
It’s harder, but not in a bad way.
It’s…pure confidence. And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I think he knows he has me in the palm of his hand, and I can’t even bring myself to care about the vulnerability. Something tells me he’s capable of handling everything just fine if I can just let go.
And for that moment, I do.
I take him in my hands, feeling the smooth velvet over hard steel and the very sensation of holding him in my hands is intoxicating. I’m drugged by the promise of later and the memories of before. Rubbing both my thumbs in tandem up the underside, I caress them over the swollen head, sliding all around and watching for his reactions. I want to do everything he likes. I want to commit every reaction to memory so I can drive him as wild as he drives me.
“Get that mouth on me, baby girl. You can play later,” he tugs at my neck and I don’t resist, hovering for a quick second over him before I sweep my lips back and forth over the tip. Sticking my tongue out, I swipe teasingly and hear his low groan above me. I want to trace every inch of his cock with my lips but I can’t resist not feeling him completely. Parting my mouth, I glide over his length, sucking lightly as I come up and opening my mouth as I work back down. I’m savoring the taste of his heated flesh, caressing every vein and ridge with my tongue.
It’s fucking amazing.
“Your mouth’s sweet as hell, Daya. Fuck.” he rasps.
Greyson clasps my hair in his hands, guiding me up and down in a rhythm that has me pushing my thighs together for some kind of friction every time I hear his deep moans and gasps. It’s all for me. I’m the cause of his pleasure right now. I’m the one that’s pleasing him like this and I can’t get enough of that feeling.
I have my hands on this base of his cock, gripping and twisting easily, slick with the wetness from my mouth. I take him to the back of my throat, gagging a little but pushing back the reflex and breathing through my nose. I want the most pleasure for him possible. His hips rise to meet me with my every descent, and I know he’s close. I have one hand on his balls, fondling and grasping them as much as I can.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he grits out, and I keep working my lips, keep working him as he spills onto my tongue. The warm pulses fill my mouth and I swallow eagerly. “Shit, Daya. Goddamn, milk my cock. Take every drop,” he growls.
I moan. He’s sexy as hell. Only when I’m certain there’s no more left to take do I release him from my mouth, kissing his taut abdomen. He’s staring at me stunned, almost a high look to him, and I know the exact feeling. Leaning my head against his thigh, I want to purr like a kitten as he runs his fingers over my face repeatedly while we both take a little break. Here I am, kneeling on the floor like some slave girl, and yet— I feel so content.
He’s making me feel ways I’ve never given anyone a chance to before, and that’s dangerous.
Part of me still wants to run, but another part…
I want to hold on and never let him go.
19
Greyson
Daya and I shower together in a relaxed silence, washing each other’s bodies and trading slow kisses that more affirm our new understanding than throw us into arousal.
It’s a comfortable feeling, and I can imagine coming home to it after a grueling game or a long road trip. I keep reminding myself to not get too
comfortable too quickly, but it’s hard. I’ve decided to not worry about it and just let the chips fall where they may.
I grab my kit from my room and shave at her sink while she rubs some sort of scented oil over her body. She told me it’s to moisturize before she pats dry; but the way she’s looking, all glistening and wet, is throwing temptation my way. I’m a little tired, or else I’d have finally bent her over the bathroom counter.
When I finish shaving, she’s sitting on the bed in this silky camisole set and braiding her hair. I get my phone charger and pajama pants from my room and join her, watching as all her thick hair somehow fits into two braids. It’s fascinating.
“Teach me how to do that,” I urge, peering at the curls that are now tucked away. She giggles, tying a small scarf around her the outside of her head.
“Why?”
“It looks cool. Maybe I can braid it for you if you teach me.”
She’s staring at me like I’m an alien now, and I frown. What, is that weird?
“Uhm…maybe.” She murmurs, sliding back to get under the covers and I follow.
“So…you wanna cuddle?”
“Uh…I don’t know,” she clicks the light off, turning to face me. “It’s kind of weird to me to cuddle without sex…like, falling asleep in the afterglow is one thing. I don’t think I could deal with your body heat all night randomly though. I’ve never intentionally fallen asleep with someone that way. Well, once when I was younger, but I couldn’t sleep.”
I lay on my back, my hands behind my head, a little disappointed. “I like to cuddle, but we don’t have to.”
She places a hand on my chest, but keeps her distance. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to this. It’s a little nerve-wracking because you make me want to try things I never have, but I don’t want to lose myself. Does that make sense? I just can’t tell if these changes are good or not yet.”
I nod in the darkness, covering her hand with one of mine.
“Hey, we’ll work on it okay? No rush.”
“Just be patient with me, Greyson,” she whispers.
