“Ace, are you sure?” I asked. “I can wait.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Then I’m ready for whatever you want to do tonight.”
She laughed. She had a big smile on her face as she leaned in, touching her lips to mine. My fingers dug into her hips as she slanted her head to deepen our kiss. Her lips parted, and I wasted no time slipping my tongue into her mouth. Kissing her the other night had been the best thing and I’d thought about it nonstop since. Mallory shifted on my erection, moaning, and that only made me harder. Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening. It was only a week ago that it seemed like Mallory’s dislike for me started to dissipate. Now she was grinding her pussy against my cock, moaning and completely ready for more.
I lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her full breasts which were bare since she didn’t have on a bra. Her nipples were already pebbled when I rolled one between my forefinger and thumb. Mallory let out a shuddery breath, arching her back. I couldn’t believe I was here with Mallory.
I couldn’t even begin to say how many times I’d fantasized about this moment. Having her on my lap and reacting to my touch was a dream come true.
I flicked my tongue over her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Her nails dug into the skin on my shoulder, her head falling back. Her hips rolled over my erection. She felt so damn good, and I wanted her to ride my cock, but I wanted to take care of her before we did that.
I pushed her tits together, sucking on both of her nipples in turn. Mallory ground her pussy harder into my erection, moaning my name.
“Tell me what you want, Ace,” I said in a gruff voice.
“You,” she breathed.
“And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Make me come.”
“How?”
“Touch me, fuck me, lick me. I don’t care how you do it, Zeke, just make me come,” she begged.
“Fucking hell, Ace.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her face closer to mine again. The sensual way she rolled her ass over me was making it hard not to blow in my shorts. This was my teenage dream happening, but I didn’t want to waste it in my pants. I slipped my hands inside her shorts and panties, gripping her ass and holding her down. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her breaths coming hard and fast. I slid one of my hands down between her legs. She was so fucking wet my finger slid inside her easy, and that was all she needed to push her over the edge. Mallory’s teeth sank into my skin as her orgasm overtook her body.
I lifted her off my lap and laid her down on the bed. She watched as I worked her shorts and panties over her hips and ass and down her legs. I spread them, settling between her parted thighs. I wanted to do all the things she’d said she wanted me to do. I wanted to taste her pussy and see if it was as sweet as I always thought it’d be.
I kissed the inside of her knee, working my way up the inside of her toned thighs. I stopped before I got to my destination and where she wanted me, placing kisses on her other leg.
“Zeke,” Mallory complained when I bypassed her core a second time.
“Rory,” I said. “Let me go at my own pace.”
She rolled her pretty eyes. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had anyone lick my clit? Years. So, I’m not in the mood for your teasing.”
I couldn’t help laughing, and she shook her head at me. “Ace, I’ve told you how long I’ve had a thing for you. Can you just let me do this the way I’ve fantasized doing it?”
She let out a long-suffering sigh, making me smile. “Okay. We can do this your way.”
Something about her tone told me I was going to pay for getting my way. It’d be worth it. I used one of my fingers to part her pussy lips. Even though she’d orgasmed a few minutes ago, she was soaking wet again. I lightly circled her clit, making her shudder. I used light touches that were driving her insane and getting her wetter, before I finally got my first taste of her. The loud moan she let out and the way her legs fell open wider made it all worth it to tease her as I’d done.
“Oh, fuck,” Mallory moaned. “Use two fingers, Z.”
I slipped another finger inside her quivering core, curling them up, and sucked her clit into my mouth. Mallory’s hands landed on my head, holding me in place as if I were going to stop. She tasted like fucking heaven, and I could stay between her legs for the rest of my life if it were an option. I loved the feel of her pussy around my fingers and how responsive she was to my touch. Mallory ground her core against me while holding my head, and I fingered her while alternating between sucking and licking her clit.
“I’m coming,” Mallory breathed.
I slid one more finger inside her and applied suction to her core while fingering her tight pussy. Mallory cried out as she came, still holding my head, and her body seemed to undulate under me. I kept the pressure on her clit until her legs closed and she pushed me away. I wasted no time covering her body with mine and claiming her mouth. I knew she could taste herself on my lips, but I didn’t care. My dick felt like it was ready to explode. I wanted to be inside her so fucking bad.
“Rory,” I growled.
“Are you going to join in on the fun tonight?” she teased. “I believe there’s one more thing I wanted you to do to me.”
I loved that she was so demanding and not shy about asking for what she wanted. I got rid of my shorts and grabbed a condom out of the bedside table. I may have just bought these today. I thought it was a long shot that anything would happen, but I didn’t want not being prepared to be the reason for it not happening.
Mallory took the condom from my hand and sat up. I watched her through half-lidded eyes as she tore it open. She took her time looking over my body. There wasn’t much light besides what was coming through the drapes from outside, but she could make out enough for a look of appreciation to enter her dark eyes. She skimmed my dick with one of her fingers, making it jerk. I thought she was going to get me back right now for teasing her earlier, but she rolled the condom over my straining cock. She laid back on my pillows, her curly hair spreading out over them. She put her arms over her head, which pushed her tits out, and waited for me.
I pushed Mallory’s knees up, holding on to them as I guided my cock to her entrance. She was tight in the best way as I worked my length inside her. Her pussy squeezed my cock as I worked my way deeper until I was fully seated in her core. We both paused as we stared into each other’s eyes. Her channel pulsed around me, and she broke our trance, pulling me down. I pushed her knees to her shoulders as I kissed her, working my hips and finding my rhythm. There was no going back from this. No woman would ever be enough after having Mallory.
The feel of her around my dick was something I couldn’t adequately explain, but I knew it had never been like this with anyone else. I was already close to coming, and I’d just slid inside her tight pussy. I needed her to come one more time before I could get there. I let go of Mallory’s legs and she wrapped them around my waist, her heels digging into my ass.
“Damn, your pussy feels like pure bliss, Ace,” I groaned.
She shifted, the angle making it hard for me not to come.
“Ror,” I gritted out. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” she said.
I lifted my head so that I was looking into her eyes as I increased my pace. We held each other’s gaze as my balls tightened, and I felt my orgasm work its way through my body. It was only a few seconds before I emptied my load into the condom, and Mallory came a second later, clenching me so tight that I let out a moan.
I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight. She wrapped her arms around me. Her fingers played up over the muscles in my back as we both tried to catch our breath before I finally got up.
I climbed back into my bed with Mallory who was lying on her back. She smiled at me and turned onto her side.
“That was…” she started.
“The best sex you’ve ever had?”
“Why not? I counted three orgasms, and I was able to make you come with my fingers, mouth, and cock. Just like you asked.”
“That just means you can follow directions,” she said, and I chuckled.
“You don’t have to say it. I’m pretty confident when it comes to my bedroom skills, and I know it’s true.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, Zeke,” she said.
“I’m not ashamed to admit that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Fine,” she said. “You were amazing and correct.”
I put my arm over her waist and pulled her closer. Mallory molded her body to mine, resting her head on my chest. I kissed her forehead, pushing some of her curls back. I felt when Mallory relaxed, and soon, she was snoring softly. I was the luckiest man alive. I hoped I could keep this, and her, in my life.
I smiled when I felt the weight of Mallory’s body on mine. I’d imagined what it’d be like to have sex with Mallory more times than I cared to admit. Nothing compared to the real thing. Being with her seemed to solidify my feelings for her. I’d been in love with Mallory from afar for years, but now that we were starting a relationship, my feelings were expanding and becoming more real. What I thought about no woman ever comparing to her was true. She was the only woman for me. I could never be happy with anyone else.
But the lie that weighed heavy in my mind put a damper on any moments I had with Mallory. The lie taunted me and was always in the back of my head no matter how much headway I made with her. I couldn’t figure out how to tell her. Every scenario I played out in my head ended with me losing her. I didn’t want to do that. Even with so much uncertainty in my life right now, I knew one thing to be true: I wanted Mallory by my side for as long as she’d allow me to remain there.
I had to figure out how to come clean to her. We hadn’t talked through the app in a few days. At first, she wasn’t responding to me, and then I decided not to reply to her last message. I could stop talking to her as much on Blush, our relationship there could fizzle out. I should’ve told her from the start that it was me. I should have gone inside the Busy Bean and let her see that I was “Coby.”
Mallory shifted before lifting her head. I smiled at her.
“Morning,” she croaked.
“Morning.”
“How much did I drink last night?”
I stilled, my stomach clenching hard. I didn’t know how to respond to that. Mallory started laughing.
“I’m just messing with you,” she said through her laughter. “I wasn’t drunk when I climbed into your bed.”
I let out a hard breath. “That was mean, Ror.”
“But on par for my personality, right? I need to pee.”
She didn’t wait for me to say anything as she jumped out of my bed and hurried across the hall to the bathroom. I loved seeing her in my shirt. I loved waking up with her and getting the chance to see her hair messy in the morning and her voice husky from sleep.
I had to figure out how to make sure I didn’t lose this. I never in a million years thought I’d have this chance with Mallory. I never even let myself go there when I thought about her because it was just inviting pain and disappointment. And when I did get this impossible shot, I had a secret that was waiting to destroy it all.
Mallory came back into the room, which I welcomed because I needed to get out of my head. She climbed back in bed beside me.
“Are you hungry?” I asked her.
“Of course. Are you going to cook for me again?”
“I was thinking about it,” I told her. “Is French toast still your favorite?”
The smile she awarded me made my heart swell, and I couldn’t resist kissing her.
“I like that you still remember so much about me,” Mallory said softly when I pulled away.
“How could I forget anything about you, Ace? You were such a big part of my life for so long.”
“I’ll have to see if what I know about you is still true,” she said.
“Over breakfast because I’m starving too.”
She kissed my cheek and agreed. After a trip to the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen. Mallory was already in the living room when I walked in.
“Can I help with anything?” she asked.
“Nope. I’ve got this.”
“Come on, Z. I can cook.”
I smiled at her using a nickname for me. She’d done it once last night while we were in bed together, but I liked hearing her say it in this context too.
“Didn’t say you couldn’t. Let me take care of you, Rory.”
She pursed her lips and looked like she was thinking over my words. “Okay. Just for today, though.”
I chuckled. I did that a lot when I was with her, even when she was only throwing barbs my way.
“Do you have an extra toothbrush?” she asked.
“Should be some in the linen closet at the end of the hall.”
Mallory left me alone in the front of the house, and I pulled out pans I needed to start breakfast.
“Are you making me some too?” my cousin said from behind me.
“He can have some. Make enough for him,” Mallory called from down the hall.
Malik’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that Rory?” he whispered.
“Yeah.”
“She spent the night?”
“That she did, and to answer your next question, yep.”
“Wow. You do have some magical powers that put women under your spell. Because I don’t get what any woman would see in you. But to get Rory to finally warm up to you, that’s impressive and proves your magical powers truly exist.”
I flipped him off over my shoulder and started cracking eggs.
“Morning, Malik,” Mallory said. “Is Stacey here?”
“No. When I left your place a few minutes ago, she was still there. I just got back.”
“Did you sneak out while she was asleep? If you did, know right now that I’m going to kick you between the legs.”
I turned in time to see Malik take a step back and cover his genitals.
“Calm down, slugger. She had plans to go to Burlington this morning.”
“Oh, yeah. She’s having her monthly brunch with her parents. Looks like I got out of it for once,” Mallory said. “Your balls are safe. For now, anyway.”
“Enough talk about my balls, Ror.”
“Yes, please stop talking about my cousin’s balls,” I chimed in.
“Jealous?” she said with a cheeky smile.
“Extremely.”
She walked into the kitchen. “You’re adorable when you’re being all possessive,” she teased, a glint in her dark eyes. She stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my scruffy jaw. “Call me when breakfast is ready. It’s cold so I’m going to go snuggle in your big bed.”
She left us alone, and I knew what she was doing. I appreciated the moment she was giving me and Malik to talk. Malik didn’t say anything until we heard the click of my bedroom door closing.
“So, you and Rory?” Malik asked.
“Yeah. We hashed everything out and we’re trying to make it work.”
“I’m happy for the two of you. I always said you would end up with her after meeting her when we were all eleven. Even after your fallout, I figured you’d somehow make it back to each other,” Malik said. “I still can’t believe I didn’t realize Mallory was your Rory.”
“Look at you showing your romantic side, which I never knew you had,” I quipped, and it was his turn to flip me off.
I finished mixing the eggs, cinnamon, and vanilla and checked the pan to make sure it was hot enough. It was, so I dipped a piece of bread in the egg mixture, making sure it was soaked before I dropped it onto the hot skillet.
“Do you want to know something?” I said, glancing back at my cousin who nodded for me to go on. “If basketball didn’t work out for some reason, the fact that I was able to reconcile with
Rory would be enough. If the only thing I got out of coming back home was Rory, then it’d be worth it.”
I flipped the toast before turning to see my cousin’s reaction to my words. He seemed a little shocked.
“That’s a big declaration, Zeke,” Malik said. “But I’m happy to hear that.”
“You are?”
I scooped the toast onto a plate with a paper towel over it and dipped another piece of bread in the egg mixture as Malik explained.
“There is no way to know how basketball will turn out for you. Even if you’re picked up by a team this summer, you never know. I want you to have someone to help you through that. Someone who’ll show you that not playing basketball isn’t the end of the world. You know I would never jinx you and that I believe you have a few more years of playing ball. But sometimes shit happens, and you’ll need someone to help you in that case.”
Malik was a realist and always told it like it was. I appreciated that. The only sound that filled the kitchen was the sizzle of the French toast as I flipped it. I thought over his words. I’d been trying to stay positive and take things one day at a time. But the uncertainty and fear that I may never get another shot in the pros lurked in the back of my mind. The other thing that I tried not to think about was the fact that even if I made the roster for a team, I could still get hurt again. It could be another bad one that ended my career permanently.
But when I was with Mallory those fears dissipated, and I felt like no matter what happened, if I had her, I’d be okay. I could face whatever was on the other side of my playing career if Mallory were by my side. It wasn’t that I was giving up on getting back to the pros. It didn’t feel like a death sentence anymore if it didn’t work out.
“I’ve wanted Rory for so long that I think it’s become this dream I never thought was possible. I never thought I’d get a second chance with her. It’s a dream as big as playing ball.”
“And what if you lose Mallory but go on to play for a few more years? Would you be as okay with that as just having Mallory but no ball?”
I placed the bacon strips in the other hot skillet before scooping another piece of toast onto the plate. They were starting to pile up under the towel that I was using to keep the bread warm.
Doubletalk (The Busy Bean) Page 15
