by Gage Grayson
And we stay in our kiss until long after both our phones are surely demolished by countless tons of moving steel.
After the light changes once more, or twice more, or three or four more times, we fall sweetly and slowly out of our highway island kiss.
“Could you repeat that?” I ask.
“I said I’m in love with you. And I just quit my fucking job, too. So, what a coincidence…”
“Why?”
“Because it was killing me, and they were letting my case go cold.”
“Is there anything I can do to help, though? I was at the firm for years.”
“Nah, the SEC is finished with it. But I have a feeling that the Swiss authorities may not be so forgiving.”
We share another kiss as the traffic barrels north and south around us.
The light changes again, and the highway traffic halts for us, and without saying another word, Maddie and I cross the highway and head back east—back towards Ten Barclay and my apartment.
Ethan
“Did you even give notice?” I ask while watching Maddie walk into the apartment in front of me.
She’s wearing a turtleneck sweater, jeans, and the same jacket that she had on last weekend—which she takes off and leaves in the middle of the living room floor.
I love this woman.
I’m in love with her.
I’ve made that clear, right?
“I gave a bit more notice than you did, Ethan—but not much.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“Same.”
My feet carry me to the middle of the floor where she is, and my lips meet her lips, and hers meet mine.
And our tongues start dancing—not drunkenly, like at the karaoke lounge, but with a midday, sober sense of purpose.
Our hands seem to share that purpose as well. Maddie’s round, firm cheeks feel especially nice through her denim jeans, and she seems determined to get as much of my ass in her hands as possible through my trousers.
We keep kissing as Maddie’s hands move from my clothed butt cheeks up to my suit jacket. Together, our hands work busily at the jacket until it’s off my shoulders and on the floor.
Doing a sort of waltz towards the sofa, our lips take a break from each other, and Maddie pulls her sweater off over hear head with one hand while her other hand is clamped on the middle of my shirt between two of the buttons.
“You know what happens next, right?” she asks assertively once her sweater is off.
Honestly, I’m not sure, but I decide to let whatever happens happen.
And it happens fucking fast. Maddie tears my shirt the fuck open, with buttons soaring in every direction. Just like with my jacket, Maddie and I finish the job of removing the shirt with all of our hands working in an excited, vaguely clumsy frenzy.
As Maddie undoes my belt, I feel softly around her breasts as they rest in their turquoise bra cups.
We start kissing again, and our tongues resume their caffeinated daytime dance, but it doesn’t last for long.
With one hand, Maddie pushes the center of my chest hard enough that I land on the sofa. She deftly undoes my belt while sinking to her knees, and both my hands are already gripping the sofa cushions in fevered, almost nervous anticipation.
This is already too fucking much.
When Maddie pulls my trousers and boxers quickly down to my ankles, my cock snaps up and hits my undershirt with rock-hard force.
Of course it’s that fucking hard already—everything is happening so fast right now, and my mind is reeling to catch up, but my cock is way ahead of me, and it’s more than ready.
Maddie licks slowly up the underside of my shaft, stopping about halfway and starting over again.
It’s fucking torture, but it feels so fucking good.
I hear the sound of myself breathing heavily as my hands grip the cushions so tightly I might end up fucking ripping them apart.
With the next run of her tongue up my shaft, Maddie goes further than hallway—but then stops just before she reaches the tip.
“Oh ha, hoo, hee, hurghhh.”
No, I’m not laughing. I’m just making weird, senseless sounds as Maddie’s tongue melts my brain.
When Maddie brings her tongue up over the tip of my cock with her next run, my eyes shut tight, and I see bright rays of color.
“Oh, bloo blah blorg!”
And I make more strange noises.
Maddie stops, and I feel her moving away from me slightly, and I nearly stop breathing.
“Remember,” she whispers, “showmanship.”
The next thing I know my cock is inside of Maddie’s mouth, and her tongue is doing some kind of fucking sorcery as it moves in deeper.
On top of the wizardly fucking magic she’s performing with my cock, feeling Maddie’s tits pressing against my knees is nearly enough to make me come forcefully right then and there.
Instead, I increase my grip on the cushions on either side of me even more tightly, and I start to lift them off the sofa.
As Maddie lifts her head, and I feel her lips running slowly up my shaft, I throw one of the cushions straight across the living room.
When I feel my cock going gradually back into her mouth, I throw the other cushion across the room in the other direction. It lands somewhere in the hallway to the bedroom.
Groaning dumbly, with no more cushions to grab, I grip the back of the sofa as Maddie moves up and down a few more times.
After Maddie releases my cock entirely, I’m able to get out a couple quick words.
“My turn.”
“Is that so? Better come and find me, then.”
I don’t know if the double entendre is on purpose. Either way, Maddie is laughing loudly as she runs into the hallway.
The best I can do is lumber after her. All I want to do is make her feel the crazy amounts of pleasure she just bestowed upon me, and then even more pleasure than that—if possible.
Maddie’s giggling when I arrive at the bedroom door. She closed the door behind her, so I knock.
“Yes? Who is it?”
“It’s Ethan. I’m here for my turn.”
“Oh, maybe I wasn’t so hard to find after all…”
I open the door and step inside to find Maddie reclining on the bed. Her eyes are on my throbbing, starving cock the moment I step inside.
“…although, I think you might be taking up all the hardness.”
When I hobble into the room, Maddie notices that my pants are still down around my ankles, which leads to her laughing so hard that her face starts to flush.
Maddie’s still giggling softly when I pull down her panties. When I lightly graze my fingers around the edges of her pussy, her laughter fades into a breathy, high-pitched squeal of enjoyment.
Maddie shifts up and down subtly on the bed as I kiss her inner thighs, moving back and forth between left and right, working my way closer.
As I get even closer to her pussy, I slither the tip of my tongue lightly around her thighs.
“Oh, Christ, yes! Keep this going where it’s fucking going, please!”
Oh, I feel ya, Maddie. I want to keep going so fucking bad I can’t even put it into words.
So, of course, I don’t.
Instead, I do something else with my tongue.
Maddie is just fantastically fucking wet as I move my tongue towards her cunt. Still, I start slow, with a classic—widening my tongue and beginning a gradual, enveloping lap starting at the bottom of her lips and inching upward bit by painstakingly slow bit.
Maddie moans, and I stop.
And Maddie moans louder and grabs as much of my hair as she can with both hands.
With Maddie’s hands gripping the short hair on both sides of my head securely, I begin again at the bottom with lap number two.
Getting slower as I lick, I stop around the middle of Maddie’s lips, and her grip loosens as she groans.
“Again, again,” she murmurs softly.
As I start ano
ther gradual lick upwards, Maddie starts shifting herself up and down again. I keep the trajectory of my tongue steady by shifting along with her.
This time, I make it all the way to the top, and Maddie moans hoarsely and wildly.
Maddie’s stops shifting as her body relaxes on the bed. For the next lap, I start at the bottom left corner of her labia and move my tongue up diagonally.
I can hear Maddie moving her hands madly up and down the comforter as I complete a few more x patterns with my tongue. My tongue gets slower and more fluid with the pattern each time, going into more abstract spirals and circles.
Maddie stops relaxing. She pushes her pussy hard into my tongue as I keep those patterns going.
She freezes when my tongue finds her clit. I press on it gently, and she unfreezes, pressing herself into me and bringing back her move of grabbing tufts of my hair with her hands.
I retract my tongue for a moment, and we both freeze where we are. Our heavy breathing fills the air.
And I press gently on Maddie’s clit once more.
And Maddie lets forth a hoarse scream and collapses onto the bed as she comes.
I crawl up the side of the bed and lie my head down next to Maddie’s. Her eyes are pointed up at the ceiling as she grins and glows.
“How was my turn?” I ask.
“All things considered, it was not too bad at all. A good showing, I’d say.”
Maddie turns onto her side, and we regard each other for a few blissful moments as the late morning sun shines through my bedroom window.
I don’t know what life is going to bring next, but I can’t wait to find out.
I mean, I really can’t wait, so I ask Maddie.
“What next?”
“Are you serious?”
“Maybe.”
“I don’t know…but let’s fuck first.”
Ethan
“Let’s fuck, you say?”
Real fuckin’ smooth, I know. But I think we’re at that point where I can embarrass myself from time to time.
“Yeah, that’s what I said. So, fuckin’ come on, let’s go.”
We don’t fall in a kiss this time, but we do fall into each other, grabbing each other tightly, rolling from one side of the bed and back to the other, laughing, blissful—and somehow, I end up on my back, with Maddie holding my shoulders lightly.
“Okay, I won the wrestling match this time,” she announces, “but next time I expect you to put in a bit more effort.”
“Next time, I’ll do whatever you want, Maddie. This time, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Okay, then, let’s fucking fuck already!”
Maddie leans towards me, getting into position. I reach up around her back and unzip her bra while she reaches down and moves her hand slowly up and down my cock. That marvelous sensation evolves into the feeling of Maddie’s wet-as-all-get-out pussy touching the underside of my shaft tantalizingly softly.
With the back unzipped, Maddie slides off her bra, balls it up, and heaves it as hard as she can at the wall just behind the bed. I cannot describe why this is the funniest thing in the fucking world, but we both laugh super fucking hard.
After our laughter finally fades, Maddie begins moving her pussy subtly against my cock.
“Blugh. Blurg.”
More dumb noises escape my mouth as I feel the roundness of Maddie’s tits. My hands move softly around the boundaries of her tits at first. As the tip of my cock starts going into Maddie’s pussy, I start kneading her tits with a bit more hunger and passion.
I let Maddie set the pace, and she starts moving fast, faster than I was ready for. I bite my tongue to keep from any more mortifying vocalizations.
“Oooooooohhhhhh.” Fortunately, Maddie makes up for my silence with an elated groan.
Throwing my hands down at my sides, I watch Maddie’s tits bounce up and down vigorously as we’re both overtaken with a flood of physical ecstasy.
My eyes are wide in disbelief at how amazing Maddie looks as she bounds up and down, grinning from ear to ear. When she tosses her hair, I feel like I’m about to pass the fuck out from how blisteringly fucking sexy she looks.
Combined with the incredible sensation of late morning sex with Maddie, it really is on the border of too much to fucking handle.
I don’t dare faint or close my eyes or any of that shit. This moment, the way it’s happening now, is something I want to experience fully, treasuring and savoring every goddamn second.
“Ah.”
“Ah!”
“Ah-hah!”
We’re both shouting nonsense syllables, which is a sign that things are getting good.
I mean, things were already pretty fucking good, but things are heating the fuck up for both of us to the point where we may end up setting the fucking bed on fire.
And if that happens, we would keep going.
That’s how good it’s getting—this is some worth-risking-your-life-oversex right here.
Fortunately, the fire is purely figurative, for now.
But holy fuck is it fucking hot.
“Fuccckkkkkk, Ethhhannn!”
“Argh, ah! Hi-yabahgah!”
We fall over on our side, and now both of us are thrusting, working together to create a perfect rhythm and ride the wave of unimaginable bliss overtaking everything.
“Fuck. Fuck! Ethan, it’s so fucking good, oh my god!”
“Oof! Oooffff!”
“Aieeeeeeeee!”
Our noises become heavy breaths as the intensity robs us of our voices.
Our pace begins to decrease as the world around us starts to flicker and glow.
I think I hear myself yell something like, “Oh my god! Holy shit!”
And I think I hear Maddie let out a low growl that reminds me of last Friday night in the living room.
But after closing my eyes for the briefest moment, I let the world come back into focus, and we keep fucking going.
We’re not ready for this to be over quite yet.
After the latest shouted outburst from both of us, we’re back to breathing, thrusting, and staring into each other’s eyes.
That delicious green hue of Maddie’s eyes is somehow helping me make wordless sense of this mind-boggling ocean of sensation. She’s staring intently back in my eyes, and as usual, I can’t even imagine they could be doing the same for her—although they must be, because I can see the same searching intensity that I’m feeling.
The intensity in Maddie’s eyes starts to fade gradually. I can see the familiar blissful blankness start to take over, and I know that she’s about to come.
“Oh, oh,” she whispers softly.
And then she lets out a hair-raising shriek right in my face.
And although I think I might be temporarily deaf, I come at the same time Maddie does.
The thrusting stops, but our heavy breathing continues.
As does our staring into the universes contained in each other’s eyes.
“What a day,” Maddie comments, “and it’s not even noon yet.”
“I don’t even think it’s eleven. We’ve got all the time in the world, Madeline. And we can do whatever you want.”
“Mm.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“Hmm…I wouldn’t mind starting with a shower.”
“Okay.”
“And I wouldn’t mind if you’d like to join me.”
“Okay.”
Maddie shoots out of bed faster than a meteor screaming through the sky. She bolts through the bedroom door, giggling as she runs.
By the time I make it into the hallway, Maddie’s already in the bathroom with the shower running.
As I open the bathroom door, my cock is well on its way back to full solidity.
I step into the bathroom just in time to see Maddie’s perfect naked ass walking into the walk-in shower.
She hears as I close the door behind me, and she turns around with an overly dramatic gasp.
“Why, Mist
er Barrett, don’t you see that I’m only trying to take a nice, innocent shower? Now I feel even dirtier than before!”
“Would you like me to leave?”
“Well, now I need your help to…fuck it. Dude, just get in here with me. The temperature’s perfect!”
Maddie smiles as the water wets her hair and flows down to her tits. My cock is at some level beyond fully fucking stiff.
Maddie turns around to wet her hair even more as I stagger towards the shower.
I’m so eager to get into the shower I almost slip and collapse onto my knees. I just barely stop myself from slipping—but I do fall intentionally onto my knees, bringing myself face-to-face with Maddie’s magnificent ass.
I lay my lips softly onto each of Maddie’s ass cheeks. She leans over, pressing her hands against the wall of the shower and her ass into my face.
I shift my lips downward and kiss Maddie’s inner thighs. I keep the teasing to a minimum this time, licking my way up to her pussy without delay.
The water from the shower head has not reached Maddie’s lower half at all, but her pussy is absolutely soaked. I run my tongue around the edges of Maddie’s pussy for a second or two before starting a nice, long lick up her lips.
Maddie moans and pushes her cunt against my tongue. I don’t do any of that stopping shit, I simply move my tongue from bottom to top.
And from bottom to top again.
And again.
Maddie shakes and moans and rubs her hands lightly on the shower wall.
For stability, I grab onto Maddie’s hips before starting my next slow lick, and she comes with a guttural growl.
Ethan
“Welcome to Ohana’s,” I say to a confused Josie as she sidles up to the bar.
“Who’s Ohana? And since when are you a bartender?”
I point to a framed photo of an adorable black-and-white French bulldog puppy sitting between two liquor bottles.
“That’s Ohana. And I’m still tending bar most nights until we can hire some more people. I figured Charles could use a break…”
“You…what do you do, run this place now?”
“Run and own, along with my co-owner.”
I swear there’s something about working at the former Café Kiev/Lush Republic—now known as Ohana’s—that makes you psychic. As soon as I mentioned my co-owner, I knew she was going to walk through the door.
