Greyson

by Cassie Verano

  “Yes, Grey! Yes, I’ll marry you!” I blubbered.

  He placed the ring on my finger, and his mouth hungrily devoured mine. It wasn’t long before I reached down and felt his rock-hard cock pressing against my wet entrance. The moisture down below was not from the pool water alone.

  I bowed my legs slightly as he bent and grabbed me around my ass. Wrapping my thighs around his waist, I welcomed the feel of his length, filling me up. Greyson’s eyes hardened, and his jaw clenched as he began stroking me slowly and softly.

  “Nic, you feel so good, my love,” he whispered against my jaw, trailing a kiss down my neck.

  My head bent back, allowing him the access he sought. I felt the cool tile of the pool against my back as he shifted slightly to accommodate being able to take my breast into his mouth. As his tongue flickered my taut nipples back and forth, I moaned and cried out his name, pulling my fingers through his raven colored hair.

  “Grey, I love you, baby!” I cooed.

  That spurred him on as his movements increased, his hips swiveling as he pummeled my insides. My hands clenched his creamy, almost white ass, squeezing and kneading it. I loved his ass, that was the only part of his body that wasn’t olive-colored, but more of a buttered color than the rest of his skin.

  Greyson adjusted our bodies once more, shifting angles as he lay me down on the multilayered flowers. My legs spread wide in the air at varying angles, gave him just the access he needed as he drove inside of me. Eyes narrowed, jaws clenched tight; he looked as if he were a mad man.

  His breathing had increased, and his movements became more sporadic. I knew he was nearing the finish line. I wanted to give him that little motivation to push him over the edge. I reached down and began stroking my lips, sliding my finger back and forth over my nub. With my other hand, I gripped my breast, my thumb caressing my nipple.

  Greyson’s mouth opened wide, mouth hanging open and head tilted at a crazy angle. He was so cute when he came. I clenched my pussy around him tightly and started creating vibrating sensations all around that big cock.

  Greyson stiffened, just before his back arched, and he began jerking inside of me. At the last moment, I reached down and pulled him out, allowing his hot semen to spill across my belly and breasts. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me.

  CHAPTER 20 – GREYSON (ONE YEAR LATER)

  Hundreds of tiny white lights sparkled all around us from the tiny candles along the sand to the lights wrapped around the bases of the trees. Overhead what appeared to be large white balloons or beach balls hanging from the palm trees lit the night sky with gleaming light.

  Candlelit, white linen-draped tables were scattered across the sand, decorated by bouquets of yellow roses and white hydrangeas. Nicole and I stood alone on the marble dance floor a few hundred feet away from the bridal table.

  Our family and friends looked on as I held her close in my arms. Neither of us had no idea how our families would react to our decision to become a union after such a short time. I did not give a damn about what my family would say, but I had been concerned about hers. It seemed her mother had been on our side all along, and once I made my intentions known, her father had jumped on board, too.

  My mother was overjoyed with the prospect of a new wedding to plan, and hopefully, new children on the horizon. She wanted grandchildren so bad, something all four of her boys had failed to give her. How ironic, we would give her the world, but the one thing she wanted most we had withheld because of our own selfish tendencies.

  A small smile teased my lips as I thought back to earlier that morning. Nicole’s doctor had been paid to fly into Cabo San Lucas for an examination and to witness our wedding ceremony. Dr. Bobby Vincent had given her the good news that we were expecting a child. She was eight weeks along, and I knew that would brighten my mother’s days ahead.

  My father and I had exchanged a few words in the beginning after he insisted I get a prenuptial agreement, this time around. When once again, I refused to listen; it did not sit well with him. I left him to stew in his emotions, and in time he came around. He had no choice, once Nicole joined my mother’s committee to get her boys together more.

  In collaboration with my mother’s efforts, Nicole had been able to bring my family together at least once every other month. There was still some healing to be done, but we were a long way from where we once had been, I thought, as I glanced over to the table where Mitch sat having a deep conversation with Grant. It did not seem as tense as it once would have in the past. Mitch was looking better these days, and Kent had even cleaned up his act a bit.

  Kent had taken his partying ways and turned them into an opportunity to learn more about the entertainment side of our business. He had even planned several major events for some of our resorts.

  Nicole’s pretty brown hand rested gently against my chest as she lifted her head, gazing into my eyes. Those soft, full lips turned up into a beautiful smile as chocolate dark-brown eyes sparkled in the night underneath the stars.

  “Penny for your thoughts.”

  I chuckled. “Some have paid a lot more than that.”

  Shrugging, she replied, “As Mrs. Greyson Cabot,” I loved it whenever she said that. “I have the right to hear them for free, don’t I?”

  A wicked gleam sparkled in her eyes. I lowered my head to kiss her lips. “My thoughts, believe it or not, were not of the naughty variety for the moment. I was just thinking about how much you’ve turned my life around. Not only mine but my entire family,” I said, nodding my head in the direction of my parents.

  They looked as if they had never been more in love than they were now.

  She smiled and shook her head. “Mm-mm, I can’t take credit for that. I just helped you all to see what’s been here all along.”

  My eyes flickered away again, and this time I noticed Kent cuddled up to her baby sister, Mady. I shook my head, that would make a really interesting couple. Realistically, I doubted if my brother Kent stood a chance with a Cabot woman.

  “How much longer, Mr. Black?” she asked, stroking a finger along the underside of my jaw.

  “I’m ready whenever you are,” I said, pressing my erection against her. I had been ready to make love to my wife since I accidentally walked in on her getting ready earlier that afternoon.

  Had it not been for Mady, Jocelyn, and Michaela in the room, I surely would have turned her over that bench, she had been resting one knee on and had my way. All she had on a was a thong and garter belt at the time. Breasts bared for the world to see and me begging to suck one.

  Unfortunately, I had to behave, but I wasn’t sure I could take it much longer. We had been playing a teasing game all day long, and I was now at my wit’s end. It was just the beginning of the reception, but I did not think we would be missed if we skipped out for an hour or so.

  “Think they’ll miss us much once everyone else hits the dance floor?” I asked.

  She smirked at me, gave a single nod to the DJ, who nodded back at us. Within two minutes, the song came to an end, and we were surrounded by wedding guests who flocked to the floor to dance.

  When no one was watching, I pulled Nicole from the floor and escaped around the side of the building with her. Making our way up the stairs of the dock from the beach, I lifted her into my arms and ran over to our private cabin.

  Kicking the door open, I carried my bride over the threshold and kicked the door closed once more. Our private villa consisted of a two-bedroom, two-bathroom, abode complete with a private chef and spa service. In the back, our infinity pool flowed into a larger one, which poured straight down into the ocean.

  I carried her straight out back and lay her on a king-sized canopy bed that had been erected for this purpose. Palm trees waved overhead as she lay back, looking like an Egyptian queen. I removed the yellow and white wreath of flowers from her brown curls and lay it gently upon the floor, careful not to crush its petals.

  Casually I slipped a strap made of delicate floral lac
e down her shoulder and then another one. The lace shells that covered her breasts slid easily away. Her long reception gown trailed down onto the floor, and I parted the slits on either side of her thighs, leisurely dragging a hand up them. When my finger found her pearl, I rubbed it slightly and pulled it away to get my first lick, my first taste of her as my wife.

  I could tell she was getting restless by the way her hands rested at her waist, tugging at the waistband of her thong. I grabbed her fingers and held them above her head before kissing her lips.

  “No, sweetheart. Tonight, there will be no rush. Tonight is the beginning of eternity, and I plan to spend it feasting on you, my love.”

  I heard the sharp intake of her breath as my tongue lavished her nipple before consuming her breast in its entirety. I drank my fill, having wanted to do this since earlier in the afternoon, before moving to the next one. Nicole’s back arched and her hips writhed as she wanted to experience sweet release.

  My fingers found their way once more between her thighs, fondling at her pool, stroking the slick heat she released. I had bragged about how I would take my time with her tonight, but the way my rod was straining against the cloth of my pants, I wasn’t so sure I could make it. I kicked my shoes off and raised up on the bed beside her and hissed when her fingers brushed against my pants.

  “Lay back, husband,” she softly commanded as she rose onto her knees. I obeyed and watched as her fingers fumbled slightly with my zipper. Once she had my pants unlatched and unzipped, she reached inside, and my cock sprang free in her soft, warm hand. I began tugging my pants down, now the one eager to get inside of her.

  No sooner than my pants were removed, and her gown was pooled at the floor on the bed, Nicole straddled me and brought those soft full lips down to encase my length in her mouth. I almost lost it at that moment. She had never done anything like this before, as she flicked out that perfect pink tongue and slid it across the head of my penis. Then she opened her mouth and slowly began to take me inside of her warm mouth. How was I going to last long enough when she was making me feel this way?

  I started pumping inside of her mouth, my hands wrapping themselves around her head. And then she looked up at me with those big, soft, bedroom eyes, I cursed. With me in her mouth like that, those jaws sucked in, and lips stretched wide; it was all I could do to prevent myself from cumming.

  Her head bobbed up and down, and if I did not know better, I would have thought she had done this before. I knew she had been practicing for this night. She had told me she wanted to surprise and please me, she had no idea how much she had accomplished that in this one move. But I knew I could no longer torture myself like this. I wanted her bad and I wanted her in the worst way.

  Just as I felt myself spiraling towards the edge, I pulled back, my body jerking side to side as if I were having a seizure.

  She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling at me. I grabbed her roughly around the waist and flipped her onto her back.

  “You, naughty little wench, you’re gonna pay for that,” I said, shoving my hot meat inside of her wet pussy. I drove myself deeper and deeper into her, making her cry out until she began screaming my name.

  I refused to relent. Big brown breasts bouncing everywhere, hips lifted in the air, and two handfuls of ass, I plunged into Nicole’s wet folds, getting lost in her cries and in her sweet warmth. Oh, my baby was so delicious, I realized I could go on like this forever.

  When we were both on the crevice of an explosion, she reached up and pulled me down on top of her. I finally let go, satisfied that we had finally culminated our marriage. There would be several more rounds after this. But for now, we were complete, and my future had never been clearer.

  CHAPTER 21 – ANTON – EPILOGUE

  I’m not much of a ladies’ man. Not anymore. I’ve grown up and matured, and I want something different for my life. That’s what I’ve been working on and building anyway. As COO of Airstream Dynamics Aerospace and the heir to the Astley fortune, I had the world at my fingertips.

  There wasn’t anything that was denied me. Except for one small thing. At the age of thirty-five, I wanted what my friend had found. I was beginning to have thoughts of a wife and building a family with her. Too bad I hadn’t found that right woman to do those things with yet. I knew that it would come in time.

  I don’t know if it was age or being at this wedding this weekend, but I was starting to look at things different than ever before. I hoped that when I returned to New York, a dose of reality would plunge me back into my right frame of mind. But as it stood, standing here on this beautiful beach watching my friend wed the love of his life in Cabo had me becoming a bit sentimental.

  A small smile graced my lips as I saw Greyson slip out with his bride around the side of the building. I had noticed the moment that Nicole nodded her head at the DJ, that the music changed up soon after that. I knew they were headed to their private cabin, and I couldn’t say I blamed him. Nicole was a beautiful woman, and she was good for my friend.

  “Anton,” Sophie purred, pulling my attention from where it had strayed briefly back to my own partner.

  “Yes, Sophie,” I said, clenching my jaw.

  “Do you think when we get married, we can have a venue somewhere like this? It’s so beautiful, and the weather is just perfect.”

  I glanced away from her, looking at the other guests around us. I didn’t want to have this conversation. Here we were two years into a relationship I hadn’t wanted, and I still hadn’t figured out how to move Sophie out of my space.

  Sophie was a beautiful, sexy woman. But her only desire was to spend my money and look good on my arm while doing it. I wanted more than that. And she was willing to play whatever part that I wanted her to in my life, but there was no deeper connection than the physical one that existed between us.

  “She was a beautiful bride, wasn’t she?”

  “Yes, she was,” I replied.

  Sophie reared her head back slightly and stared at me. “Do you...do you find her attractive, Anton?”

  Here we go. This was an ongoing battle between her and me. I couldn’t compliment another woman, even one who was so obviously attached to her man like Nicole was, without Sophie thinking my eyes were roaming.

  “You just asked me if she was a beautiful bride, Sophie, and I agreed.”

  “Mmm.” She turned her head away, and we continued to dance.

  One day I would be so lucky as my friend Greyson had been and find a woman who complemented me. Right now, I had to be patient and figure some things out so that I could move Sophie to the place that she belonged in my life.

  As the song ended, she looked up at me with an apologetic look in her eyes. She knew that I hated arguments.

  “I’ve got a wonderful idea,” Sophie said as she tugged my hand and smiled up at me.

  “What’s that, Sophie?”

  She leaned into me and stood on tiptoe to whisper in my ear. “All this romance and wedding stuff has made me kind of horny. We have a cabin, and it’s been a couple of days since you fucked me. I’m ready if you’re willing,” she said as she reached down and stroked her hand over my dick.

  And the desperate fool that he was, my dick betrayed me, stretching in my pants.

  Sophie licked her lips. “I want to taste you, Anton. I want you to fill my mouth up and quench my thirst,” she moaned in my ear.

  I glanced around and noticed that all the other guests, just like us, were lost in their own world. I didn’t think it would be a bad idea to step out now. After all, the bride and groom were no longer around.

  I groaned internally because this was the kind of thinking that kept me latched to Sophie. We did have great sex. Hot sex. I couldn’t deny that the things this girl did to my body satiated my hunger.

  Her glacial blue eyes stared up at me, waiting. She winked, and that was my undoing. I allowed Sophie to lead me to the cabin. No sooner than the door closed behind us, she was on her knees, jerking my zipper d
own.

  My dick sprang forth like an escaped prisoner, greedily searching for her mouth. Sophie’s jaws widened, and I pushed my meat inside of her hot, waiting throat. I pumped vigorously and grabbed onto her long, golden hair, and wrapped my fingers in it.

  The more I tightened my fingers, and the more I jerked on her head, the more she opened her throat, giving me the access I needed.

  Something about the way her glacial blue eyes widened as she stared up at me while her jaws worked overtime, turned me on. Those pouty lips formed the perfect “O” around my dick.

  I felt the blood rushing to my head. Just as I felt my release coming, my phone started buzzing on my hip. I ignored it, trying to focus on what was happening down below. I grabbed Sophie’s head with both hands and began to pump slower and more deliberate, willing myself to cum.

  One of her hands moved from the base of my dick to remove my phone from its clip on my hip. I realized that it must have been distracting to her, too. I heard her toss my phone somewhere, but I didn’t give a damn where it landed.

  I worked my hips in spirals willing my release to come. Sophie licked the slit at the top of the head and began to work her way up and down the shaft. She used her manicured nails to lightly scrape the underside of my balls. She had honed that technique to perfection.

  Little black specks formed in front of my eyes and the sound of rushing waves poured into my ears. I suddenly couldn’t see a thing as my sweet release came, filling Sophie’s mouth.

  As I sputtered to a stop, my body jerking in various directions, she held onto my thighs, drinking all she could.

  I staggered back slightly, my back hitting the door as she finished. Sophie licked her lips, gathering all the last drops onto her tongue. She held her mouth open to show me what she held inside just before she swallowed. That was enough to get me hard all over again.

  My phone started buzzing again as I led Sophie to the couch a few feet away. I glared at the offending object that rested precariously on the edge of the couch, as I lifted Sophie’s dress up. I smacked her lily-white ass. She hadn’t worn any panties. I was ready to cum at that thought alone.