“Really?” I ask incredulously. The idea that she wants to play like this only makes my need and desire for her fiercer.
She ducks under my arm and makes a beeline for the bedroom. I grab the cupcake butter and chase after her. She squeals as I grab her and freezes when she sees what’s in my hand. “Oh no,” she whispers. ‘Oh no’ is right. Things are about to get messy. Very messy.
We make quick work of getting each other covered in the sticky vanilla goop, lying on her hardwood floor. It’s all hands and legs and soon we’re pulling at the little bit of clothing we have on. Her lips meet mine and I return the hunger I feel pulsing between our bodies. The kiss starts off innocent, but soon it feels like we’re trying to climb into each other. My body hums with a craving for hers, like a starved, deprived man in the desert. I slide my hand down her legs until I reach her sexy black panties, pulling them off as I go. She tries to unbutton my jeans but I shake my head no. I grip her wrists tightly in one hand while teasing her with the other.
I slip one finger inside her. She moans, “Oooh,” and feel her tighten around me. “Greedy girl,” I tease, knowing that dirty talk makes her wild. My girl likes it dirty, and the fact that she doesn’t realize it makes her even sexier. I slip a second finger inside and watch as her face flushes and her hips start moving, riding my hand to the rhythm I’m setting. My own arousal pushes painfully against my jeans but I ignore my need for release and focus all my attention on pleasing Huntley. I pick up the pace and rub my thumb against her little bundle of nerves, evoking slow, deep moans from her frenzied body. Her legs slide up a little more and her pretty little toes curl.
Her breathing hitches and she stifles her screams with her hand. Her body shakes and grips my fingers, pulling them in further. I watch in awe as she comes down from her high and crawl over her, only to kiss her gorgeous, plump lips. She opens up her eyes, looking at me lazily while catching her breath. “Wow,” she whispers, “That was…” her words trail off and I grin.
“Let’s shower,” I whisper in her ear. I want to see her naked again but I also need to take my jeans off. I’ve grown unbearably hard after Huntley’s little floor show.
“You’ll have to help me up,” she giggles.
I stand up and pull her over my shoulder. She yelps when I slap her butt and returns it with a slap of her own. I run the water and when it’s the right temperature, I step in with Huntley still hanging over my shoulder. The water soaks us and I pull her down. She slides down my body slowly until her feet touch the ground. We don’t move, our eyes locked on each other, silently challenging the other to make the first move. The temperature rises a few degrees and it has nothing to with the hot water steaming around us.
Her hands slide down my bare chest, stopping when she gets to my nipple piercing. Her interest in the little silver bar has me marveling at what she plans on doing with it. My thoughts stop dead in their tracks when she lowers her lips to my nipple and tugs the silver bar with her teeth. Excitement shoots through me and I gasp at the excruciating pleasure her tongue is initiating. Her hands continue to slide down while she teases my nipple, nibbling lightly and then biting harder. The sensations draw out a guttural sound from my throat. I close my eyes, consumed by the way her tongue swirls around and around.
My eyes are still closed when her hands move lower to unbutton my jeans and slide them down, causing my cock to spring free. She lets go of my nipple and looks up at me through hooded eyes. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s as turned on as I am and it adds to the heated recklessness coursing through the air.
I unbutton the single button that keeps my soaked shirt clinging to her body and slowly, almost too slowly, slide it off. I trail my fingers down her arms, her skin breaking into goosepumps. My hands come back up and before I can pay attention to her full breasts, she drops to her knees in front of me. Her breasts bounce slightly and her nipples pucker.
“Huntley you-“
“Ssshhh…”she cuts me off. “Let me take care of you,” her voice is soft and laced with nervousness.
Her small hands wrap around the base of my cock and then start moving up and down in relaxed, deliberate strokes, applying just the right amount of pressure. I press both palms against the wall and stretch my arms out to steady myself. Just as I’m about to close my eyes, her warm, wet mouth wraps around me. My eyes grow wide when I watch in fascination as she takes all of me into her mouth, until I feel my tip hit the back of her throat. I shiver and groan, intuitively grabbing the back of Huntley’s dripping head. Her movements quicken and she sucks and licks and draws my length into her wanton mouth. I’m close. I can feel the crash approaching rapidly.
“Baby, I’m going to –. “ Her last pull cuts my words off mid-sentence and my body jerks forward. Everything around me explodes. My hot liquid fills her mouth and she laps it up voraciously. Just when I thought my beautiful girl couldn’t surprise me anymore.
I pull her up and smash my lips onto hers. She opens up for me and I explore the depths of her mouth hungrily, tasting the potent blend of our flavors. I know I just had an earth shattering experience with her, unlike I’ve ever had before, but fuck me, I’m turned on all over again.
“You.Are.Incredible,” I murmur against her lips, “And that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I feel her smile and look down at her bright, excited stare. The blue in her eyes swirls with lust and reverence.
“That was…” I trail off, mimicking her words from earlier. I don’t how to describe what just happened.
“Just returning the favor,” she says.
I frown.
“Don’t ever think that just because I do… that…for you that you owe me.”
She wraps her arms around my waist. “I know, but I wanted to. You make me feel good and I wanted to make you feel good too.”
I grip her chin between my fingers and place light kisses and each side of her mouth. “You are perfect,” I whisper. “You make me feel good just by being you.”
She smiles shyly at me, “Can we shower now? I’m a little sticky.”
I grin wickedly at her. This is going to be…fun.
We take our time cleaning each other, trading shy glances here and there. Each caress is soft and gentle, each kiss tender and loving. We dry each other off but don’t bother getting fully dressed before we climb back under the sheets. Huntley wraps her arm around my waist and rests her head on my chest. Her legs tangle with mine and I breathe a contented sigh. In a moment like this, I feel at peace. She gives that to me in a way I didn’t know was possible. She lights the fire deep inside my soul but also calms the storm that rages inside me. There is so much I want her to know about me, so much I need to share. After being together for a while already you’d think I can tell her everything that weighs on my heart. But some things are harder to share than others.
Her breathing evens out and I shift so that I’m looking at her. Her face is calm and serene, quite the opposite of what being with her like this does to my body.
I kiss her forehead and allow myself to drift off, relishing in the feel of her being tucked away and blanketed by my body.
I never want to fall asleep without her in my arms.
Ever.
** ** ** ** ** ** **
A little while later I get the feeling I’m being watched. Despite not knowing what time it is, I keep my eyes closed. When Huntley’s soft, delicate fingers trace my lips I can’t resist anymore.
I open my eyes and she smiles. She looks rested and the result is a warm, angelic glow radiating from her face.
“Hi,” she whispers.
Instead of replying I kiss her, trailing my hand down her spine and cupping her butt. She inches closer so I throw my leg over hers.
“Gray,” she whispers, “I’m hungry.”
I roll us so that I’m on top of her and thread our fingers together, stretching our joined hands above her head.
“Hmmmm,” I kiss her neck softly and lick the tender flesh. “I’m also hungry…but n
ot for food.”
The sound that comes from her mouth is a mixture of a giggle and a whimper. “Haven’t you had enough of me yet?”
I look at her and frown. “I will never have enough of you. Have you had enough of me?”
She giggles, kissing the tip of my nose. “No, definitely not, but um…I kind of need…to recover.”
“Did I hurt you?” I ask seriously. It took her a few minutes to accommodate me fully but she didn’t look uncomfortable or in pain.
“No, but – “
I cut her off. “Were you a virgin?”
I can’t believe the thought never occurred to me before. Fuck. I should’ve asked before we…
She pulls her hands free of mine and cups my face. “No Grayson. If I was, I would’ve told you.”
I thread my fingers through her hair. “Then why do you need to recover?”
She tucks her face into my chest to hide her blush and mumbles “Oh God.” The vibrations coming from her voice prickle my skin and travel south.
“Tell me,” I encourage teasingly, nuzzling her ear.
“It’s just, well…” she pauses and looks back up at me. “You’re….” I watch in amusement as she struggles to find the words. “You’re…bigger… than…um…my first.”
If it wasn’t for the look of embarrassment on her face, I would burst into laughter. But I don’t.
“Well,” I smirk, “I won’t apologize for that.”
I kiss her deeply, soliciting a moan from both of us. My hips start rolling on their own accord, ready to take her again.
“If you keep making those noises,” I mumble against her mouth. I won’t be able to stop myself. So, let’s get you dressed and fed. I’m sure Its almost dinner time anyway.”
She gives me a quick peck on the lips and rolls out from under me. I follow her movements and watch as she dresses in her black lace panties and my now dry shirt. She’s trying to kill me.
Well, two can play at that game.
I pull my boxer briefs on but nothing else, and follow her into the kitchen. We’re still alone in the apartment so I don’t worry about who sees us.
“What are you in the mood for?” I open the fridge to see what ingredients are at my disposal.
She pulls the perfectly baked vanilla cupcakes from the oven. “These look good. I’ll just have a cupcake.”
I pull the tray out of her hand, wondering how the hell they didn’t burn. We forgot all about them earlier. “How did they not burn?”
She laughs. “I had the timer set before you…interrupted me.”
“Well, last I checked, cupcakes are not part of a nutritious food group so I will make you some proper food.”
She pouts and it takes some self-restraint to stop myself from pulling those lips between my teeth. “But I want a cupcake.”
“Let me feed you some proper food, and then you can have a cupcake.”
I close the fridge and lift her onto the counter. I settle between her legs and rub up and down her bare thighs. She wraps her arms around my neck, legs around my waist and I step closer.
“Ok.” She smiles at me and there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to put that smile on her face every day for the rest of my life.
“What can I make you?”
“Hmmm,” she thinks about it for a minute and then replies, “An omelet.”
My eyebrows rise. “For dinner?” I ask incredulously.
“It’s not dinner time.” She looks at the clock. It reads six pm. “Oh, it is dinner time,” she pauses, “And I want an omelet.”
I sigh. “Ok fine, and omelet it is.”
The smile is back on her face. She slides her hand behind my neck and pulls me in until our mouths are barely separated. “I’m starving,” she whispers. I close the space between us and press my lips to hers.
I groan. “You’re trying to kill me woman.”
Grinning wickedly, she jumps of the counter and I slap her butt. She walks down the hallway and shimmies her hips for my benefit, a light laughter trailing behind her.
“Minx,” I mutter under my breath.
I get to work on making us omelets, cutting up some peppers, mushrooms and grating some cheese as I go. I add the egg whites to a bowl and start whisking it until its light and foamy. I add some spices and herbs that I know will make it taste delicious.
“Grayson.”
I spin around and see Huntley standing at the mouth of the hallway. She has my phone in her hand and she looks pale.
“What’s wrong?” My voice is thick with concern. The girl who left the kitchen less than fifteen minutes ago is not the girl standing here now.
“Brody called,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “I answered your phone.”
I swallow hard. “What did he say?”
The tears fall down her face and I walk over to her. I wipe the tears off her cheeks and gently ask again, “What did he say baby?”
“It’s Demi. They’re at your house and he said we need to go. Now.”
Demi?
Huntley must see the confusion on my face because she continues, “She’s been…hurt. Tommy, he…” A sob escapes her mouth and I wrap my arms around her. She feels so much smaller when she’s this upset. Panic sets in and I worry about what might’ve happened to Demi. We’ve been friends forever and the thought of her being hurt pulls at my heart.
“Ok,” I coo, “We’ll go now.”
We dress in silence, our food forgotten. Within thirty minutes we stop outside my house and Huntley is out the door and running up the stairs before I can stop her.
A bad feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.
I walk through the front door, which has clearly been busted open, and stop when I see that the living room is completely trashed. Brody is sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He looks up and his face is red and wet from crying. I’m momentarily shocked. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him cry.
“What happened?” I take a seat next to him on the couch.
While I wait for him respond, I mentally take in all the damage around me. Our bar chairs are all smashed, the pieces lying all over the floor. The cushions are strewn everywhere, like there was a scuffle of some kind. The place is a complete mess and judging by Brody’s cut brow and swelling eye, there must’ve been a fight.
“It was Tommy,” he replies. His voice is shaking and he clenches his fists. “He came looking for Demi and when he found out she was in my room, he lost it. I got home shortly after he got here but he’d already gotten to Demi.” His voice breaks as he says her name.
“Why was she here?” I already know the answer but I don’t want Brody to know that I do. I’m the only one who knows that he and Demi have been seeing each other on the sly. I don’t condone cheating, since I’ve been cheated on, but I understand why he felt the need to keep quiet about it.
“She was waiting for me,” he swallows, “When I got here he was in my room and he was hitting Demi. God, Gray. He just wouldn’t stop. She was fighting back, kicking and screaming. I grabbed him and that’s when we got into it. We ended up down here and luckily Jace arrived when he did because I would’ve killed the fucker.”
Jace is one of our other team mates and not one of Tommy’s biggest fans. I’m grateful he was able to stop it before Brody got carried away. When he says he would’ve killed Tommy I don’t doubt it. Brody isn’t afraid of physical altercations, and he knows how to use his fists.
“Where is she now?”
“Upstairs, in my room. Huntley’s with her. She looks bad Gray. He almost broke her arm! I’ve never seen him so angry!” He breaks out into sobs and I don’t hesitate to comfort him. He’s been there for me during the worst times of my life and returning the favor comes as naturally to me as breathing. He’s a brother to me and I hate to see him hurting.
“Do we need to take her to the hospital?”
He shakes his head. “No, she doesn’t want to go. Stubborn woman,” he mutters. “We need to get her
out of here before he decides to come back. I’m never leaving her out of my sight after what that motherfucker did.” He takes a breath and calms himself. “I know what we did is wrong, trust me I do. But she didn’t deserve to be beaten like trash. And it’s my fault. I should’ve stayed away. But fuck Gray, that girl up there is my heart. She has been ever since she shoved that Goddamn mud pie in my face when we were six.”
We both chuckle at the memory. I understand what he’s saying. Because I’m pretty sure my heart is up there with her right now.
“I’m going to go check on the girls,” I say standing up.
“Ok. I’ll clean this up.”
Walking into Brody’s room I’m a little apprehensive as to what I might find. Huntley is sitting on the bed with her arm over Demi’s shaking shoulders. Both girls are crying and I contemplate giving them a minute. The floorboards creek under my feet and abruptly foil my plan to turn around and leave.
Huntley looks up at me and the expression on her face is enough to break my heart. I walk over and stop in front of them.
Holy shit.
Demi’s face is already starting to bruise.
There’s a cut on her forehead and her lip is busted.
I clench my fists and suppress the anger I feel building. What the fuck gave Tommy the right to smack Demi around like this? No man should ever lift his hands to a woman, no matter how angry he gets.
I look at Huntley, “You ok baby?” She shakes her head and more tears slip down her face.
I turn my gaze to Demi and kneel in front of her. She flinches slightly at my closeness and I cringe. How is she supposed to trust another man again?
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I tell her, my voice soft and reassuring. “Are you ok to leave with us or do we need to take you to the hospital?”
“I need to get out of here,” she whispers. Her voice broken is and desolate and it’s so foreign in contrast to her usual perkiness.
“I’m so sorry Dem. We’ll make him pay for this. Have you called your parents or the police?”
She shakes her head. “No. My parents are away on holiday and I don’t want to get the police involved.”
“Are you fucking kidding me Demetria?”
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