Whimpering, I say, “Gray, you’re too big. It’s gonna hurt.” He slides his hand down further massaging my clit until I start to relax. Then he moves the dildo in, and then out just enough to start friction, causing my arousal to skyrocket. He’s being gentle as he moves his hand back to his dick.
“Relax. Push back on me, sweetheart.” I do what I’m told, feeling the burn as he nudges the head of his penis into my ring. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying. It fucking hurts, but I don’t want to disappoint him by ending this. He slowly pulls out just a little before pushing in a little further. I feel the head pop as it passes the edge; the pain goes away with it. Suddenly, I realize what full really feels like – it is pure heaven. He’s taking everything at a snail’s pace to keep from overwhelming me or hurting me, gently pulling his cock in and out of my ass. I feel him reach for the base of the dildo that he’s still stroking me with, both units now rubbing against each other with almost nothing between them. It’s so euphoric I can’t take the pleasure. I come so fast, so hard, that I feel liquid streaming down my leg and wonder if I just peed on myself. He doesn’t let up. Within minutes, I’m climaxing again, screaming.
“Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, Gray. I love how your dick feels in my ass.” That is all he needs. My screams seem to ignite a voracious fire in him. He begins pumping a steady beat.
“I wanna come in your ass, baby.”
I don’t have a clue what he said because my ears are ringing. I can’t hear anything other than my heart pounding and my own ragged breath. I shriek as he grunts, “Right there! Yeah. Ugh, ugh!” I feel his dick pulsate in my ass, and I know he is coming as his body slows, then stills. He slowly pulls the dildo out, then himself. It creates a void that I dislike, causing me to cling to him to make sure he is still with me.
“Baby, I need to go clean up. Will you let me up?” I roll over letting him up, noticing every fiber of the sheets touching my skin, every nerve ending crying out at me. My skin has become so sensitive it hurts to be touched by anything. Gray comes back to bed, wrapping me up in his warmth, pulling the blankets up over us. “What’d you think, Bird Dog?” I have no idea where he came up with this nickname for me, but he adopted it several weeks ago and I love it.
“I love you,” I said in response. He lets out a rolling laugh that shakes me in his arms. I realize what has just come out of my mouth, but apparently, he thinks it is a joke in response to his question. I’ll just go with that to keep things from being awkward, but he shocks the shit out of me when he turns my chin toward him.
“I love you too, baby, but that’s not what I was asking.” Just like that, both of us have said those three little words. It didn’t hurt; my heart isn’t broken, and I’m not aching inside. I feel good, warm, sated.
“I know what you were asking, and if I didn’t love you before that experience, I definitely do now.” Winking at him, I tenderly kiss his mouth. He’s beautiful and he’s mine.
Chapter Fourteen – Gray
Living with Annie has been fun. Seeing her every morning, every night, her being available to me physically any time I want her, and the wide-ass smile I can’t seem to wipe off my face, just makes me love being around her even more. It’s been nice having her around this summer while she’s been out of school. I can’t help but wonder how much things will change in a couple of weeks when she starts classes again and starts a new project in Greenville, while still managing the project at my DC. I feel like I need to pack in as much time with her as possible between now and then.
Me: What r u up 2, Bird Dog?
Annie: Just working. U?
Me: I just heard on the radio there’s a George Straight concert at Clemson Saturday. Wanna go?
Annie: Sure!
Me: K. I’ll get tix 2day.
A few minutes pass, and I figure she got caught up with something else at work, but my phone pings again.
Annie: Hey, Gray, can I ask u a question?
Me: Sure, baby, what’s up?
Annie: Y do u call me Bird Dog???
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Annie: …..seriously?
Me: Because ur always hunting my “bird” – that’s what bird dogs do (hunting lingo)
Annie: Ur bird?
Me: My cock, Annie!
The silence ensues again, and I wonder what she’s thinking. I love her nickname. I love that she wants me as much as I want her. I hope she’s not insulted. I really do mean it to be endearing, but shit, maybe this wasn’t such a great way to tell her. PING!
Annie: Your cock = a bird?? I don’t think that’s a very good analogy. I think of flighty little sing song animals when I think of birds. Your cock is by no means a little bird.
Me: I’m glad u don’t think of my dick as a little bird, but u r still my Bird Dog.
Annie: Don’t u think that’s a little derogatory?
Me: Baby, a man’s hunting dog is his greatest companion in the woods. U r my bird dog.
Annie: hmmmm…
Me: Do u really dislike it that much?
Annie: Nope. Actually, I luv it, but cud we not tell n e 1 else what it means?
Me: Hahahaha. Absolutely, our secret.
Saturday rolls around. I’m pumped to have a weekend day off. We are making our way to Clemson for the George Straight concert, if I can ever get Annie out of the apartment. “Baby, what’s taking you so long? We need to get going.”
“Gray, I had gotten completely dressed and you told me to take off my panties. It’s your fault! I had to get undressed, and then dressed again.”
“How long does it take to remove that tiny scrap of fabric?”
“Well, if you hadn’t insisted that I put on tighter jeans after I took them off, I would be ready to go.” She sounded a little exasperated, but I don’t know why she put panties on to begin with. She knows I don’t want her wearing any so I have easy access to her. The bedroom door opens and she appears in the hall. “Ready.” As she walks towards me, I feel the need to do an inspection, meaning we will be even longer leaving here. My hands hit her waist when she gets close enough for me to touch her. I try to slide my hands down the back of her curve hugging jeans that look painted on, but I meet resistance.
She throws her head back and laughs. “You wanted tight jeans, baby. There’s not even room for your hands in this pair.” Groaning in frustration, I take what I can get, smashing my lips against her mouth. Our dancing tongues turn me on instantly; I’m hard as a rock. She breaks the hold, tugging my arm in the direction of the door. “Come on.”
The concert was less than stellar. Who knew George Straight would sit on a stool to play an acoustic guitar for two hours and never move. Not one time did the man get off that seat. I’m pretty sure Annie dosed off at one point during the show, but she keeps telling me she had fun. I reach out for her hand across the seat of the truck. Unbuckling her seat belt, she slides across the bench seat toward me, placing her hand on the inside of my thigh. I’ve got on loose-fitting jeans, but the warmth from her hand makes my cock start to twitch. The movement catches her eye, turning her face slightly pink with a blush.
“I can’t help it, Annie; he likes you – a lot.” Her lips meet the side of my neck as she trails kisses down my skin. Her hand is slowly caressing my thigh, inching up slightly with each circle she makes with her palm. She latches on to my earlobe with just a hint of teeth. My cock is rock hard. Moving her tongue behind my ear, her hand is on my dick, cupping it firmly and she knows, without a doubt, that I’m horny as hell. “Baby, as much as I love you touching me, I’m driving and can’t participate. We’ll be home soon. I promise we can finish this there.”
Sitting up straight, she doesn’t make a sound, but her eyes are piercing mine as I try to stay focused on the road. Both of her hands are in my lap, and I jump when I feel her unbutton my jeans. “What are you doing?” Geezus, I sound like I just ran a marathon I’m so winded.
“Watch the road, Gray. I’m just having a little fun,” she teases. White knuckles g
rip the steering wheel as I try to stay focused to keep us from crashing, but then I hear my zipper. I lift my hips just a little so she can adjust my jeans. Reaching her right hand into my boxers, she pulls my dick out and takes it with her left hand while sliding her right down to grab hold of my balls.
“Holy fuck, Bird Dog! I can’t drive with you giving me a hand job,” I bark at her.
“That’s good ‘cause I’m not going to give you a hand job,” she mutters. Without warning, my dick is in the back of her throat. She tugs slightly on my sac, triggering locked knees. I’m panting, but she’s just getting started. Her tongue rounds the head while her left hand strokes my shaft. I peek down at her head bobbing in my lap, wondering what the hell someone would think if they drove by. Granted, it would be difficult for anyone to see inside the truck, but holy shit, she’s sucking my fucking dick while driving down I-85!
Her tongue, gah, her tongue and those lips – I had no idea a mouth could have that much suction power. I feel the tip of my head touch the back of her throat, but I can’t pull back in the seat. She’s totally in control. When she raises her head, my dick slides out of her mouth; it’s glistening from her saliva, reminding me of how it looks when I pull it out of her pussy. Her hand propelling in unison with her head, squeezing with just enough pressure to enjoy the friction while her tongue works magic. I can’t hold back much longer. “Baby, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” I grunt as my balls constrict.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she says like a siren calling to me, her words barely a whisper.
I realize I could lose control of the truck and kill us both when I come, but I can’t stop myself, I can’t push her away. My dick starts surging, filling her mouth with my seed. My head falls back against the seat as I fight to keep my eyes open. By the grace of God we are still in our lane, in one piece.
She tucks me back in to my boxers, zips me back up, and then scoots back to her seat, putting her belt back on. She doesn’t say another word the rest of the way, but damn she looks sexy as hell with that glow on her cheeks and a pleased look in her eyes. She’s proud of herself, and if I’m being honest, I just found my new favorite way to get blown. The thrill of being seen, possibly being caught, and the slight danger she put us in mixed together made it a life-altering sexual encounter.
Helping her out of the truck, she hops up on my back for me to piggyback her up the stairs. She’s a whiff of a thing, but it’s still three flights. Although it’s not as bad as I anticipate. Having her legs wrapped around my waist, hands on my chest, breathing in my ear while whispering dirty thoughts; suddenly, I can’t get up the stairs fast enough. Barging through our front door, I beeline straight for the bed where I whip her around causing her to fly off my back, landing with a little bounce. Quickly removing her clothes, she’s giggling while I work.
“Gray, what’s the hurry, baby?”
Fumbling with her jeans that are so damn tight, I can’t seem to get them down her hips. “What the fuck, Annie. Did you paint these on?” Grabbing the top of her pants, she shimmies her ass as she pushes them down, a seductive little performance she’s not even aware she’s giving. I’m elated when I remember she’s bare under them. Yanking them to the floor, she leans up, taking her top off; then undoes the clasp of her bra. Her breasts are beautiful. Standing between her thighs, I lean over and take them both in my hands.
I shift my knees against her legs, pushing them further apart. Her scent fills my nostrils when I capture her rosy nipple in my mouth. Gently squeezing her mounds while I suck on her, her back bows. My lips work across her chest to her other nipple, lavishing them both with attention. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and then rake down my back. Breaking away from her, I tug off my shirt while she works my pants to the floor. I kick them away as her arms lace around my neck pulling me down against her.
“Gray, I want you inside me,” she pants. Ignoring her, I continue to peruse her body with my hands and mouth. “Gray. NOW!”
I hear the desperation in her voice, but keep playing with her. “Be patient, Bird Dog.” Her hand is on my cock instantly while she shifts to try to merge our bodies together, but I pull back just far enough to stay out of her grasp. Huffing, her body relaxes, completely admitting defeat. Trailing kisses down her tummy, working my way toward her inner thighs, I sink two fingers into her warmth. She gasps, rolling her head back, pushing her tits into the air. God, she’s fucking gorgeous. I love seeing her bare like this. All of her inhibitions are totally stripped away, her soul completely exposed, her blind faith in me completely revealed in these moments.
Still moving my fingers slowly in her sex, I bury my face in her folds, licking her lips, lightly sucking her clit, and inhaling her musk. Her hips are meeting my thrusts. When I feel her walls start to tighten, I pull my fingers out, kissing her most intimate spots. Her fists are clutching at the blankets on the bed like she’s about to explode. I’m hoping it’s not anger that’s going to cause this eruption. I smile thinking about how much I love driving her crazy. Taking my dick in my hand, I pose the tip at her entrance. Tilting down, I whisper in her ear, “Is this what you want?”
Her eyes cemented to mine, she simply nods her head. Her eyes are wild. Instead of entering her, I continue the tease, rubbing the head of my cock leisurely up and down her slit with a slow circle at her clit. Her pussy is swollen and bright red. Hooking an arm beneath her left knee, I haul her as close to the edge of the bed as possible before plunging into her. Gradually, I pull back out so just the head is still inside her and push back in. It’s agonizing. I want to pummel her, but I know the unhurried drive deep within, before slowly drawing out, sends her the furthest into ecstasy.
With my arm still curved under her knee, I lean down on my elbow for greater penetration. Her hands clutch my biceps, digging her nails into my skin, while I drive into her a little faster. The sweat from our bodies makes her skin glisten. She looks like an angel when she glows from sex. Her hands move to my sides, grazing my rib cage down to my ass. Cupping both cheeks, she pulls me hard into her, releases, repeats, matching my thrusts. Everywhere her hands go, her nails leave retraceable marks. Her eyes are hypnotic like she’s pilgrimaging my soul; they start to glaze over. I can tell by the tip of her head and the tightening of her pussy that she’s about to come.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Damn, I love fucking you.”
Her body goes rigid. “Fuck me, Gray… Harder! I’m almost there.” She’s clinging to me as though her life depends on it. Nails trailing down my back leave marks that break the skin. I love the sting and the knowledge that I’ll have the reminder later of how passionately she loves me. My thrusts are wild as she hangs onto my shoulders. No longer able to move in synch with me, all she can do is allow me to fuck her, hard.
“Fuck. Oh, God. Yes!” I grunt as I shove my pulsating dick into her one last time, her pussy securing every last drop of come. “Holy shit, Annie.” I’m out of breath. I release her leg, lie down next to her, and draw her close to me. She’s completely uninhibited with me; her trust in me is overwhelming. I worry about how tense she always is. Her constant need for structure in her life can’t be healthy. She doesn’t handle things being out of order and absolutely lives by a set schedule. But with me, she’s different. She goes with the flow, allowing me to lead her where I want her to go.
After a few minutes, she sits up tagging my shirt from the ground, pulling it over her head. “I need a cigarette,” she says and heads for the balcony door.
I hate that she smokes. Hate. It. I’m not sure what I hate worse, the cigarettes or the drugs. I don’t see the drugs much or maybe I should say I haven’t. She’s told me she only does coke during the school year because she has so much on her plate. She smokes pot at times most people typically drink (she’s not a drinker), but the cigarettes are all the time. I grab her hand to try to keep her from going outside. She knows what I’m doing. She kisses me quickly on the lips. “I’m just going outside,
Gray. I’ll be right back.”
“Annie, don’t go smoke. It’s gross. It’s like kissing an ashtray after you’ve smoked.”
Jerking her head around, she snaps, “Then don’t kiss me if you don’t like it that much.” Her tone is clipped; she’s irritated as shit.
“Don’t get mad, baby. You know I don’t like it.” I’m kind of pleading and kind of downright begging, which is just pathetic.
“You know I smoke. I haven’t hidden that, so why is it an issue now?”
“Actually, I didn’t know you smoked because you never smoke at work, and you didn’t the first few times we went out. It bothers me for several reasons. It stinks; it’s a total waste of money, but most importantly, I love you and it’s horrible for you.”
“Ahh, the Surgeon General speaks.” And with that she walks out on the patio closing the door behind her. I throw myself back on the bed, letting out a heavy sigh, just staring at the ceiling. I realize this will not be a battle easily won. Maybe I should just let it go, leave her alone about it. That would be a big hell no. I kind of like it when she gets irritated with me, and I fucking hate the smoking.
Chapter Fifteen – Annie
“Gray! Have you seen my tennis shoes? Fuck, I’m going to be late for my first class. Gray!! Please help me find them.” I’m flinging stuff out of the closet like my life depends on it when an arm goes around my waist hauling me back. Reaching in front of me, I see Gray’s hand holding them out and feel his lips on my neck.
“Calm down, sweetheart. You have plenty of time to get to class.” I love the sound of his voice. It’s a deep baritone that’s smooth like silk, it’s comforting, and warms me to my very core. He gives me a little squeeze before I throw on my shoes. Grabbing my book bag, I give him a chaste kiss on the lips before running to class.
My first week is always a struggle after being off for the summer. This week has been especially hard because I have several proposals I’m putting out to potential clients and they’re all large prospects. Between class, homework, and my job, I’m averaging about four hours of sleep a night and feel like I haven’t seen Gray since Monday morning. He’s asleep when I finally get done with my homework every night. I don’t have the heart to wake him so I just burrow into him. He never wakes up, but instinctively, swaddles me tightly to his chest, typically weaving a leg through mine. It’s funny. If I’m in the bed, some part of him is always touching me, even if it’s just his toe. If I pull away, within seconds he has reconnected. With him being on the weekend shift and me working ungodly hours during the week, things are already becoming difficult. Our conversations, if you can call them that, are primarily through text in between classes or on my way to the office. I miss him terribly, knowing the weeks are only going to continue to drag on.
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