Our Shattered Pieces

by M. E. Clayton

  Wicked compulsion took over, and my hand reached down to smear my release all over her skin. Remaining on her knees, Molly let me, and her eyes were so dilated with carnal want, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to let her go after this.

  Hooking my hand around the back of her neck, I hauled her to her feet, and did something I’ve never done before.

  I kissed her with my release massaged into her skin and lips.

  And I didn’t fucking care.

  Chapter 27

  Molly~

  He hadn’t been lying.

  Grayson hadn’t been lying when he said we were on the same page sexually. Everything he said and did, he did it with a fluidness that came naturally. Calling me a slut had rolled off his tongue with ease. Taking over, with me on my knees, had been automatic. And when he had yanked me to my feet, and had smeared his cum all over my skin, he hadn’t been disgusted.

  In fact, he had kissed me.

  He was still kissing me.

  I went to push his jeans all the way off, and helping me along, Grayson started kicking off his shoes. Breaking off the kiss, he ordered, “Take it all fucking off, Molly.” I quickly complied and began removing my clothes as Grayson finished undressing himself.

  Soon, we were both completely naked, and Grayson looked just as mouth-watering as he had the night of the wedding. All tanned muscles with enough dick to make a girl stupid with it.

  His lips back on mine, he walked us back towards the couch, and as soon as my legs hit the back of the couch, Grayson ripped his lips from mine, and turned me around, flinging me up against the furniture.

  With his hand pushing at my back, forcing me to bend over, he whispered in my ear, “Dirty slags don’t get a bed, Molly.” My entire body clenched. “They don’t get romance and luxurious comfort.” His hand slid up my thigh, and his fingers were back to playing with my dripping wetness. “They get fucked wherever they stand like the filthy sluts they are.”

  I moaned.

  I moaned because there was so much wrong with me, no therapists have even been able to help me.

  No one should like this. Especially, after what happened with Ethan all those years ago. How could I have felt so betrayed and shattered over how Ethan had whored me out when Grayson treating me like a whore was making me wetter than I’ve ever been?

  What in the hell was wrong with me?

  The oncoming waves of guilt quickly vanished when Grayson’s large hands grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide, giving him a bird’s eye view of everything I had to offer. And when I felt him drop to his knees, right before his tongue snaked out to lap up my juices, my mind was cleared of all manageable thoughts.

  Words I never thought I’d ever utter flew out of my mouth, and I almost locked up with the fear of showing my true colors. “You like that eager pussy?”

  His tongue ran upward until he was rimming my ass, and if it hadn’t been for the support of the couch, I would have collapsed with the pleasure.

  Between tongue strokes, Grayson hot breath warmed my secrets. “I love it,” he rasped out. “But I’ve already had it.”

  I knew there was a very strong possibility of this happening, and so, to feed my sickness, I had already prepared myself with some lube I kept in my nightstand drawer. Grayson was huge. Even with as wet as I was, there was no way he could make it into my ass without some help. I wanted tonight to last until the sun came up, and that couldn’t happen if he torn me open. I wanted it to hurt, and I wanted to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t want to be damaged.

  I honestly couldn’t say how much longer he ate me out, but when I came, it was enough to make me scream out his name. “Grayson!”

  My body trembling, I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back. “Tell me,” he panted.

  I had no idea what he was talking about. “Wh…what?”

  His voice was dark and sensual as he said, “I had my tongue in your ass, baby, and I could taste how slick it was.”

  Oh, God, he knew what I’d done.

  “Grayson, I-”

  “Tell me,” he hissed as he started sliding his dick between my ass cheeks. “Beg for it like a good, little cumslut.”

  “Oh, God…” It was like sexual overload. His voice, those words, his hands, and with the prior knowledge of how good he was going to feel inside me, I felt like I was losing my mind. The sexual freedom he was allowing me was frightening liberating.

  Grayson slid into my pussy at the same time his grip on my hair tightened. “Fuck,” he snarled. “Your cunt’s just as tight as it was that night.”

  My hands grabbed onto the couch backrest, and I held on as Grayson started slamming into my willing body. “Oh, God…yes…”

  “Beg for it, Molly,” he repeated between grunts. “Beg for it and I’ll make it so good for you.”

  “Grayson-”

  His voice reached a deep growl. “Beg for it, you fucking whore. Beg for my cock in your ass.”

  Lust blocked out all self-respect. “Please,” I begged. “Please…give it to me.”

  Grayson’s entire body covered mine, and with his lips on the back of my neck, he said, “That’s how good girls ask for it, Molly. And we both know you’re not a good girl.” I could feel my pussy clenching around his thick heat. “Beg for it like the dirty slut you are. Beg for it like the cockwhore you are, baby.”

  The proof of how messed up I was echoed in the next words to leave my mouth. “Fuck my ass, Grayson,” I begged. “I need your cock in my ass.”

  Grayson let out a dark, disturbing howl of madness, and tears streamed down my face as I felt him position the head of his cock up against the tight resistance of my ass. It’s been years since I’ve had anal sex, and I knew it was going to hurt and start out uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I wanted this with Grayson. The need bordered on manic.

  Enduring the struggle it took for him to finally pop through that constricted ring, when his thick head finally broke through, and he slid into my body, inch by glorious inch, my entire body felt like it was going to shatter into a million pieces.

  “Christ, your ass is so fucking tight,” he groaned. “It’s stretched so tight around my cock, baby.”

  Further cementing how sick I was, I cried out, “Harder, Grayson.”

  Not having any idea what I was unleashing, Grayson grabbed onto my hips, and surged forward. “Is this how you like getting fucked up the ass? Is this how you like having your ass stretched out?”

  “Yes!” I screamed, and incredulousness shook me as I came so quickly and so violently after only a few thrusts.

  And did he stop, so I could reach for my sanity again?

  No. No, he didn’t.

  Chapter 28

  Grayson~

  I was exhausted, but my monster was sated.

  Molly was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully, but I couldn’t quite fall asleep with her. My mind was wide away, though every other part of my body was spent.

  For three hours, Molly let me use her in ways I never thought I’d be able to satisfy myself again. True to that goddamn profile she had created, Molly hadn’t cried foul once during the night. I called her awful names, left bruises on her body, and made her wear my seed as I fucked her everywhere. Even in the shower, she hadn’t been safe from getting dirty. I had her doing things I’ve never asked of another woman, and Molly had delivered on them all.

  The first time had been reckless desperation, and I had taken full responsibility for it. But in between me cumming in her ass on the couch and fucking her mouth again in her bedroom, we’d had the protection talk. She was on birth control, and even had a box of condoms under her bathroom sink. After assuring her that I’ve always worn condoms before and kind of lost sight of it this time because I was out of my mind for her, we let our monsters call the shots, and so, it was a no on the condoms after that.

  Now, lying next to her, her pussy and ass were sore and swollen, and my dick was sensitive enough to feel raw. It was the only reason
we pulled the brakes after three hours.

  Looking over at her, I was completely fascinated with how she was going to go to work on Monday, the prim and proper lady, and she was going to pull it off effortlessly. Molly Cavanaugh was the very epitome of the saying ‘a lady on the streets, but a whore in the bedroom’. That was Molly. Even if I were horrible enough to kiss and tell, no one would believe me. No one would be able to look at Molly, interact with her, and believe she was the type of sexual creature to beg for a dick up her ass.

  And, Christ, what a feeling that was.

  When I had worked my dick into her ass, I couldn’t remember ever feeling anything so mind-blowingly incredible. I’ve had anal sex plenty of times but being inside Molly had felt unbelievable. Everything about tonight had felt unbelievable.

  And the more of herself that Molly gave me, the more insane I became with it. The thought of Molly on that site bothered me in a way it hadn’t bothered me before tonight. The thought of this being casual, and her seeking this kind of fix with someone else kind of made me feel murderous. It was a talk we were going to have to have, and I prayed it went in my favor.

  It was creeping into Saturday morning, and I moved over onto my side, and pulled Molly’s compliant body next to mine. A part of me wondered if I was fucking this up, by staying and making her face me when she woke up, but another part of me knew it was the only way to find out where we stood after what we’d done last night.

  It wasn’t easy to show someone how fucked-up you were.

  Molly moaned as she snuggled closer to me, and it settled some of the worry creeping in. We’d had to take a final shower before calling it quits, and she hadn’t acted awkward at all, so maybe it was just my whole too-good-to-be-true vibe coming back to ruin things. I wasn’t sure. I just wrapped my arm around Molly tighter and hope for the best.

  “That feels nice,” she mumbled sleepily.

  I kissed her bare shoulder. Both of us had opted for no clothes when we had climbed into bed. “You feel nice,” I replied quietly.

  “We feel nice,” she compromised, still half asleep.

  Lying next to Molly, I was experiencing another first. I was praying she wasn’t waking up for more sex.

  While I’ve had serious relationships before, and have slept over many times with those women, sex had always been on the table. If we slept through the night, that was fine, but more often than not, sex was happening sometime during the night.

  With Molly, I wanted her to know that this was about more than what she just did for me. I didn’t want her thinking that I was here solely for sexual satisfaction. I wanted her to understand that I liked her. I’ve always like her. I liked her when we had first met, and I liked the shit out of her the night of the wedding. While I might have come over to feed her beast and mine, I had been attracted to her way before I knew this new side of her.

  I wanted to hold her in my arms and show her that she was something different to me when we weren’t fucking. When I was buried inside her, she was my slut, and I was the degenerate fortunate enough to call her mine. When I wasn’t buried inside her, she was just Molly.

  Nothing more, nothing less.

  “Go to sleep, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “It’s way late.”

  “You staying?” she muttered.

  The gentlemanly thing to do here would be to ask for her permission, but I wanted there to be no confusion about my feelings for her. “Yeah,” I told her. “I’m staying.”

  “Good,” she sighed before snuggling closer.

  As Molly drifted off back to sleep, I thought about how I was going to have to talk to Lorcan and Rowan when they got back from their honeymoon. They were due back tomorrow, but I didn’t want to blindside them with this before they had a chance to fall back into the swing of things after their honeymoon. I imagined there’s going to be a lot of jet lag going on with those two, so maybe a few days would be best.

  Now, if Molly wanted to tell them herself, I wouldn’t complain. I knew she and Lorcan were close, but as a man, I wanted to talk to her brother first. Make my intentions clear as old fashion as that might sound. The family connection needed to be treated with respect, in my opinion.

  I also thought about Dr. Willis, and about calling for an appointment before the month timeline she had suggested. While I felt good about tonight, I couldn’t ignore how out of control I had felt coming over here. How deranged I had felt riding up that elevator. How my entire body had submerged itself in everything that we’d done, and how I’d never felt like that before.

  Being with Molly had felt like being set free, but it also felt dangerous, and I couldn’t ignore that. The feral feeling that she pulled from me was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I wanted to understand it. Because the only way to control it was to understand it.

  I started to drift to sleep, deciding to let Molly dictate how tomorrow would play out. If she woke up embarrassed, we’d deal with it. If she woke up perfectly fine, all the better.

  But whatever tomorrow brought to my door, I needed to make it absolutely clear to her that I wanted monogamy with her. I wanted her off that damn website, and I wanted it understood that I was here for it all. From changing a light bulb to cumming on her face, I wanted to be here for it all.

  I guess I wanted to be her boyfriend.

  Everything started to fade, and my last thought of the night was wondering how I would ever be able to move on from Molly Cavanaugh if she did decide she didn’t want the same things as I did.

  I seriously doubted I’d be able to.

  Chapter 29

  Molly~

  Two days later, my body still ached in places it’s never ached before. But it was a good ache. It was a reminder that I might have found my unicorn in Grayson Lewis.

  Friday night had been everything I had been afraid to hope for. Grayson had been the real deal, and he had delivered on every wicked promise he’d made. And the most comforting thing about it all was that he hadn’t flinched once at anything I’d said or done. Desire and need were the only things reflecting in those blue eyes of his all night long. Never hesitating as things got darker and dirtier.

  There’d been no goddamn judgement.

  The next morning, I had feared regret. I was sure I’d wake up not being able to face him. But since he had woken me with his face between my legs, there hadn’t been time for embarrassment or regret. We had picked up from where we’d left off, and it had been a nice, lazy, perfect Saturday.

  Sunday had been spent getting ready for the week, and even though Grayson was on vacation for a month, I, sadly, wasn’t. I had an educational fundraiser coming up this weekend, and it was a big one. The thing with educational events were that the school districts wanted their share before the beginning of the next school year to put the funds to immediate use. So, while the fundraiser might last for only one night, the follow up usually lasted through the following week.

  With the morning already gone, and lunch with Patricia Filmore over, I was heading back to my office, knowing that today was going to be a long day for me. I had to review all the final reports from Friday’s event still, and I had to start making all the necessary phone calls for this Friday’s event.

  A large coffee in my hand, I was trying to dig my ringing phone out of my purse, when I accidentally bumped into someone. Phone forgotten, I saved my coffee as not to burn the poor soul I’d just run into. “Oh, God…sorry.”

  Masculine hands on my shoulders to steady me, he said, “No problem.

  And I froze.

  No.

  It couldn’t be.

  California was worlds away from Chicago.

  I stepped back, and my head lifted in horror as I took in a very gorgeous, very fit, and very real Sawyer Baker.

  His eyes lit with recognition, and I died a little inside. “Molly Cavanaugh,” he acknowledged.

  Suddenly, I was a freshman again, remembering Lorcan’s words of wisdom.

  Show no fear.

  I g
ave him a tight nod. “Sawyer.”

  “So, Chicago, huh?”

  I did not want to make small talk with Sawyer Baker. And if I ever ran into Calvin Hackett again, I sure as hell didn’t want to make small talk with him either. I wanted nothing to do with the two men I’d been whored out to.

  Nothing.

  “Excuse me, Sawyer,” I said, hoping my voice sounded stronger than I felt in this moment. “I’m in a rush.”

  “Wow,” he chuckled. “Can’t even spare a few seconds to catch up?”

  “What would be the point?”

  The grin that slithered across his face was knowing. “I’m in Chicago for a friend’s wedding,” he said. “I’m thinking you’d be the perfect entertainment for his bachelor party.”

  “You’re a real piece of work, Sawyer,” I scoffed. “I guess my brother’s beating didn’t teach you much.”

  “Molly, your brother’s beating was worth it,” he shot back, and my stomach threatened to revolt. “Sliding inside you that night was one of the best experiences of my life.”

  “You must not get out much, then,” I fired back.

  This time, his grin showed some teeth. “Don’t act like you still don’t remember that night, Molly,” he said. “I bet every single damn time you ride dick you remember the feeling of me coming up behind you, working my dick inside your ass, locking you up nice and tight.”

  “I haven’t thought of you since the last time I saw your face, Sawyer,” I bit out, ignoring his reminders.

  He shook his head mockingly. “That’s where you’re lying,” he argued. “Everyone knows a girl never forgets her first. And, Molly, I will always be the first guy who had the honor of breaking in that tight ass of yours.”

  “Believe what you want, Sawyer,” I almost snapped, his words true and regretful. “But it’s been ten years, I suggest you move on.”

  “Why?” he challenged. “I’d bet every bill in my wallet that you haven’t. Once a dirty slut, always a dirty slut. And you were one dirty, glorious, beautiful slut, Molly Cavanaugh.”