by Mignon Mykel
Finally, he moved us toward the stairs without further direction and excitement coursed through my body. He kissed me until we were about halfway up the steps, where he stumbled.
I laughed as he mumbled, taking the rest of the stairs with his mouth away from mine.
I wanted to pull his lips back to mine when he reached the landing, but he moved us directly to the bed. With me still wrapped around him, he moved onto the bed, knees first, moving to the middle and lowering us.
We probably made out, fully clothed, on that bed for an hour. It was the most delicious hour I had ever spent with someone’s hands roaming over my body, under my clothes, as we learned one another.
When our clothes finally made their way to the floor, Stone stopped me from trying to climb over him again, instead pushing me back and laying his mouth to my pussy before I could stop him.
With one long sweep of his tongue, I was nearly in ecstasy.
I ground myself against his mouth as his tongue and lips worked magic over my clit. When he thrust his tongue into me, I had to grip the sheets at my sides. I was so incredibly close to coming.
Again, his mouth was at my clit and he hummed against me, bringing a whole new set of feelings down there. I clenched down on my muscles to try and stop my impending orgasm. I closed my eyes, focusing on his mouth on me, and I felt as he trailed a finger over my pussy lips, feather light.
Goodness, I was going to come so hard.
The softness of his finger and the magic of his mouth had me fighting toward a high I’d never reached before. All it would take was one bite, one thrust, and there wasn’t going to be any way I could stop myself from jumping over the edge.
And sure enough, when Stone slowly, so freaking slowly, pushed his thick finger into me, I shattered around him. “Stone!”
Stone
Her body bowed in ecstasy was a sight I couldn’t have imagined. Her responses were better than I could have thought up.
My middle finger wasn’t even completely buried in her and she was pulsing around me, her back arched and body tight. Keeping my finger in her, I moved up so I could kiss her, needing my mouth on hers. Her body relaxed slightly but her breathing was still heavy as I locked my mouth over hers. Her hands went in my hair and her tongue met mine, thrust for thrust. When I felt her wet channel slow down, I began to thrust my finger in and out of her, slowly, mimicking what I so badly wanted to do with my cock. I bent my finger, just enough so I could explore her walls, all while kissing and swallowing her moans.
Her hips shifted under us, her legs spreading as she fought to find another release.
Good fucking lord, I could love on her all night.
I added another finger to the mix, moving slowly again to get her used to the added width. She was tight and slick and I just fucking knew I was going to have a hard time holding my shit back when I finally sank into her.
“Stone,” she moaned, pulling away from my mouth.
I had been Stone to everyone for a long fucking time—to family and friends alike—but for the first time since I left my first name behind in high school, I wanted someone to call me by my given name. I kissed her cheek, allowed my lower teeth to scrape over her as I moved my mouth toward her ear. “Grey.”
She didn’t ask for me to elaborate, she didn’t question it. No, instead she turned her head toward mine and locked eyes with me. “I need you, Grey.”
If that wasn’t a boost for the ego…
Her using my name was like my own type of Kryptonite. Her husky, sex-heavy voice saying my name had my spine tingling but I’d be damned if I was blowing this soon.
I leaned back on my haunches and, after reaching for my pants on the ground and fishing out a condom, grabbed my hard girth and covered myself. I lowered the head to notch right where I wanted to be, where she wanted me to be.
Needing a moment to fully appreciate everything, I slid the tip up her wet folds, gathering moisture, before positioning myself once again, pushing into her slowly as I lowered my body to hers again.
I was going to love on her slowly this first time.
And then I was taking her every which way until the morning light.
I kept my thrusts slow, cocking my hips up every time I sank fully home. Every time I dragged out, Brenna bit on her lip. Every time I pushed all the way to the brink, she closed her eyes and moaned. She was going to end up with a sore lip, so rather than let that happen, I dropped my mouth to hers, kissing her slowly and in time with my thrusts.
There came a point though that I needed more. I could feel my orgasm coming again and I needed her closer to her own peak. Holding her body closer still, I quickened my pace, my open mouth breathing roughly against her ear, hers doing the same. Little mewling moans broke through her gasps and fuck if I didn’t love them.
I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb, rubbing circles over the nub as I pushed myself in and out. “Come on, Brenna. Let go, Bren,” I told her, kissing her cheek.
Her breath hitched once, twice, and finally her jaw dropped open and her body bore down as her orgasm took her. I held myself in her deep, kissing her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth, as I waited for her body to calm before I continued, needing to find my own release. Holding myself deep in her, feeling her pulsing, squeezing against my hard cock and not coming right along with her should have won me a Goddamn medal.
When her body stopped moving, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
“You ready for more?” I asked her. When she nodded, I sat up to kneel between her legs, never dislodging my cock from it’s warm, wet home. I slowly started to grind my lips, allowing the drag to be slow before I grabbed her behind the knee, holding one of her legs up. She put her foot on my shoulder and with a hand on her hip and the other on her knee, I began a ruthless rhythm. I watched her tits bounce with each thrust for a bit before she covered them with her hands, only to pluck at her nipple.
Her slick channel was growing wetter and she was moaning again, her fingers playing herself expertly and my cock driving into her again and again.
“God, Bren, I’m gonna…” I grunted, trying to hold back a few moments longer. I didn’t want to leave her; I didn’t want to end the feeling of her enveloping me. Goddamn, this was close to the best sex of my life and I didn’t want it to end. “Fuck, I can’t…” With a shout, I thrust into her once more, harder than before, my body shuddering as my own orgasm overtook me.
I didn’t think she’d have it in her, but Brenna’s body was taut under me again, her fingers pinched tight over her nipples and her eye squeezed shut in ecstasy. I could feel her squeezing against my cock as it fought to rid itself of cum.
Hands down, best sex of my life.
Three more rounds later and it was nearly four in the morning. The hours just flew by, between rounds of sex and quick catnaps.
Brenna lay against me and my fingers traced over the swirls and lines covering her back.
They surprised me when I took her from behind. It wasn’t a tattoo I would have imagined for a girl like Brenna.
It was a huge piece, taking up her entire back. Rather than angel wings or butterfly wings, it was an abstract line piece of a whole butterfly.
“What’s your tattoo mean?” I asked. Someone like Bren wouldn’t get a huge-assed tattoo for no reason. An infinity somewhere, sure; peer pressure and all that, but this was a serious piece.
Brenna froze against me as if I’d said something that upset her. I lowered my chin to look down at her, trying to gauge her reaction, but she just gave me a tight smile.
“It’s just pretty,” she finally answered.
I honestly didn’t think that was the full answer, but I’d let her leave it at that for now. Her hand had found its way to my cock and I wanted nothing more than to go through another round with this woman right here.
Serious questions and serious answers could wait.
One Year Ago
Stone
“That’s the last of my
shit,” I said after depositing a box in the bedroom Brenna and I would now be sharing officially.
My girl sat on the bed, grinning that wide, beautiful smile of hers, the one that made her green eyes dance.
The one that had me wanting to strip her of her clothing and love on her all night long.
We were good with the all-nighters. I suppose it helped that we were both night owls, but there was nothing I liked more than laying in her bed, waiting for her to come back to me, when I knew I was going to get sweet loving for hours on end.
Or even vice versa, knowing that I was going back to her place where she’d be waiting for me.
But now her place, her huge lofted duplex, was now our place.
We still hadn’t told her brothers, which definitely didn’t sit well with me. Brenna and I had been seeing one another, dancing around this, for three damn years. It was fucking difficult to keep on the down-low. I wanted to shout on the rooftops that I was in love with this girl, but I had to keep it to myself.
Well, and to Brenna. As far as I knew, she didn’t know that I loved her; I hadn’t told her yet. I was afraid that the words would send her running for the hills.
For three years, we went on occasional dates and had a number of secret sleepovers, either at her place or mine. We even went on vacations twice a year, she and I.
Brenna always had to come up with our excuses though, so her brothers wouldn’t catch on. I had waited until I was completely moved in to her place before asking her about it though. Now was that time.
I knew my question was going to take the smile from her face, so I decided to kiss on her first, needing her full, open happiness for a moment longer.
I stalked toward her, loving the giggle she gave as she scrambled back to the middle of the bed. She was such an open and free spirit when it was just she and I. I wished, for her, that she would let go of the things that weighed her down. I knew a little about her past but I had a feeling that it only grazed the surface, that there was more to it than being the sheltered, over-protected sister of Conor and Rory O’Gallagher.
I crawled over her, grinning down at her. “You happy, Brenna O’Gallagher?”
Her smile grew smaller, but the joy was still written all over her face. She hooked her hand around my neck. “Absolutely, Greyson Stone.”
“So,” I said, finally broaching the subject of her brothers as she and I lay in bed, just a sheet draped over us after another marathon hour of sex. “I’m going to have to update my address on file.”
Here’s the thing.
Brenna was fucking smart. She had a degree in Business Management and was working on her Masters in the same field, yet, for whatever reason, hadn’t told her brothers that either. When I brought it up to her, back when she first started the online program, she simply shook her head, saying that she wasn’t ready for her brothers to know. I let it sit at that, but it was yet another thing about this woman that I didn’t understand.
She was bright as the fucking sun. As beautiful as the sun setting over the beach.
But she kept so much about herself back from her brothers and I didn’t understand why.
She told me once that if I wanted to be with her, I was going to have to be ok with her walls and because I did want to be with her, I overlooked them.
Didn’t mean it didn’t kill me a little inside, though.
I figured that my statement would have her realizing that we were going to have to tell her brothers about us, but no, her brilliant mind came up with a different alternative that I didn’t see coming.
“Then just tell Con you want to pick up your statements. He’ll be happy to save the pub forty-odd cents,” Brenna said with a shrug.
I sighed but covered it up with a kiss to her forehead. “Bren,” I said against her forehead. “How do you see this working? Us living together and them not finding out eventually?”
“Time, Grey.” She looked up into my eyes. “I just need a little more time.”
I thought three years was plenty of time, but what was a few more days?
Brenna
With Grey working today but being off myself, I found myself at the mall.
Just as I was leaving to head home though, I was nearly plowed down by a pregnant woman.
Ok, so plowed down may be a little overzealous. I wasn’t paying attention, she wasn’t paying attention, and then BAM! I ran into her. Or she me.
But when I looked into the woman’s shocked face, I knew without a doubt, mine mirrored hers.
“Mia Hampton?”
Mia had been my best friend growing up. She and I had been thick as thieves, getting into mischief and taunting my older brothers relentlessly. We stopped being friends when we were ten though, but while we hadn’t hung out, I still saw her now and then throughout the halls in school.
But this was the first time I’d seen her since graduation.
When we were younger, people would sometimes make the rude comment about how much of a pretty girl I was and how not pretty Mia was. Heck, my brothers even had some not very nice names for her, but looking at her now? Mia grew into herself extremely well.
Gone was the insecure, thicker girl and in her place was a gorgeous woman.
She gave me a timid smile. “Hey, Brenna.”
“Oh my God, it is you! You look fantastic!” I knew that probably wouldn’t go over well. One of those true rumors from my past was that I pushed Mia aside because she was the fat half of our friendship. I knew that was a rumor she knew too well.
Her smile lifted a little. “Thank you. You do too.”
“God I love your curls.” I reached out mindlessly to pull one of them, allowing it to bounce. “Remember when we were kids and we got a lock stuck in a fan?”
Her smile filled into a laugh. “My mother wasn’t too happy about that. The bowl cut doesn’t work too well with this hair.”
I laughed too, remembering the time when we were eight and life was carefree, easy… There weren’t worries about popularity or boys, or who you hung out with.
After a moment though, I recalled the fact that she was pregnant.
Very pregnant.
“Oh my goodness, look at your baby bump! You’re so freaking cute, Mia. Where’s your husband?” I peered around her, sure that whoever was with her wouldn’t let her stay away for long.
Her smile fell this time and she shook her head. “I’m not married.”
My brows rose a fraction. Mia was single and pregnant? Not that that was an atrocity in our world these days, but it simply wasn’t something that fit in with the person Mia had been.
“The baby was an accident.” While a seemingly negative comment, Mia said it with a small smile. “But a good one.” She rubbed her swollen tummy.
I had so many questions for her, but standing outside of a maternity store wasn’t the place to have them. “Do you want to go get coffee or something? I mean, decaf for you.”
She stared at me for a moment, her eyes searching mine, before she finally nodded. “Ok. Sure.”
Brenna
What a whirlwind of thirty-six hours.
After Mia confessed just who her “baby daddy” was, I concocted a plan to get her and Conor back in the same place. Sure, it was at my birthday dinner, but I wanted them face to face once again.
Sure, I wanted Conor to own up to what he’d done, but more so, I wanted Mia to tell Conor. Conor deserved to know, but I also couldn’t help but want to see my oldest brother with my once best friend. It didn’t surprise me that Mia had liked Conor once upon a time, and I was willing to bet there was still a small part of her that wanted to see if she could like him now.
The only problem with all of this though, was the blow-up that happened after the re-meeting.
I hadn’t thought there would be anger and pinched faces. I should have figured, knowing Conor’s personality, but I really honestly hadn’t thought it would get to the point it did. Just when I thought I could potentially find a friend—again—in Mia, I wen
t and screwed that up.
Watching Mia cry, watching as she pointedly glared at me, had the past all rushing back to me. Back to when I pushed her away. Back to when I started making stupid decisions.
Back to when I started to close off who I really was from the world.
It was time to start letting that out.
But there was only one person I wanted to talk to.
Even if the conversation would kill me.
Stone
When I got home from the pub, I was surprised to see Brenna’s car in the garage. It was early yet for her to be done with dinner with her brothers.
“Hey, Bren, what’s up?” I asked, walking into the living room where she sat on the couch, her legs folded under her. I dropped my keys and wallet on the kitchen table, moving toward her.
“I want to talk to you.” Her voice was void of emotion, but her eyes were sad.
Shit, what the hell did I do?
I may be annoyed with the keeping things secret thing, but damned if I wanted this to end now.
“Ok, yeah. Sure.” I moved to sit on the loveseat adjacent to the couch Brenna occupied and my racing heart calmed a fraction when she unfolded herself to sit next to me on the much smaller couch.
I angled myself in the corner so I could face her and Brenna sat completely sideways, her legs under her once again, and her head resting on the back of the couch.
“So I invited Mia to dinner tonight.”
“Mia, as in the girl you ran into at the mall?” Yesterday, Brenna explained to me, in excitement, about this meeting of her once best friend. That excitement wasn’t anywhere on her face now though.
“Yeah, but she’s a little more than just a once-friend.” Brenna took a shaky breath and I was hit with the knowledge that this was it.
No, not as in the end of our relationship, but as in she was going to completely open up to me. I was going to learn about her walls.
“I know I told you Mia was once my best friend and that we sort of fell apart, but that was only a half-truth.” Her hands were folded in her lap and she looked down, her raven hair blocking her face from me.
