by Nicole Reed
“I’m cleared.”
Dray’s voice carries from the foyer to the living room where I have all my bags packed and ready to go. It’s been nine days since I arrived. Dray and I are back to being friends since the other day at my aunt’s. Dray hasn’t pushed the issue, and my libido has taken a drastic step back. Thank God! Actually, without all of the sexual tension, our relationship reminds me a lot of my friendship with Trent, one that I miss terribly. Honestly, that speaks volumes about having to, once, and for all, talk to Trent.
“Let’s get the third season of Friday Night Lights going. I need to see if Coach comes back and if Smash gets into college,” he walks in saying, stopping when he notices my bags and Jonsie in his crate.
I knew he would be cleared at this doctor’s appointment this morning, and I need to get back to my life. I was planning on being packed up and gone before he returned, but he beat me to it. I really could have left days ago, but things were running smoothly between us, and I am having fun. That’s the inescapable truth. One that, even now, makes me want to run for the hills, especially since its Dray providing the fun.
“You don’t have to leave,” he states.
“Yes. I do, Dray. The football season is just getting started for you. You and I both know you won’t even be around once that happens. You need to get back to your life, and I need to get back to mine.” Under my breath, I add, “To reality.”
Looking up, I see Dray charging towards me. I drop my bag on the couch as he pushes me up against the nearest wall.
“These last two weeks have been more real to me than the last twenty-five years of my life. Growing up in the system is about as real as it gets, Kylie. The last seven years of knowing you made that painfully clear because I realized that it didn’t have to be that way. Trent and I were just the lucky ones I guess,” he says sarcastically. “God, I don’t want my past to dictate my future anymore.”
His words confuse me. Does he blame me for his past? What the hell did I do? “I don’t understand what you are saying, Dray.” I look and speak to his throat because I can’t handle him glaring at me. The attraction ignites between us, his breath fanning it higher as I feel it on my ear, my face, and my neck. Closing my eyes, I shiver all over when I feel him place his lips softly against my cheek.
“Look at me, Kylie,” his voice pleads.
Turning my eyes up to meet his, I swallow, knowing that I don’t care what he means.
“I don’t want to confuse you. I know how you feel about Trent. How you’ve always felt about him. I don’t want you like that.”
Pulling back, I know he can see the confusion on my face. Did he just insult me?
“No, I mean...I want you, but just not with complications.”
“I didn’t realize that I offered myself up. Nice to know.” Well, I kind of did, but no way am I admitting that to him.
“I’m getting this all wrong. You make it damn hard for a man to get out what he needs to say.”
“Spit it out then,” I smartly reply.
Smacking his hand against the wall behind me, he pushes his body against mine tightly. I’m held captive by his brawn, all words lost in his actions. His head dips down as my eyes focus on his lips, moving them closer to mine. They are the palest pink, plump, and so very soft looking. He brushes them against mine. Once. Twice. Three times. I stand still, conceding control to him. His tongue strokes my bottom lip as he seeks entrance. I deny opening to him, so he gently bites my bottom lip, rolling it between his teeth and tugging, letting it go with a harsh nip.
The moan that escapes me fills the silence. Without looking, I can sense the smile on his face. He trails kisses down the side of my face and neck then back up. Hanging my head, I look at my hand as I place it against his brown skin, and my fingernails dig deep, marking him.
“Let’s be each other’s just now,” he whispers in my ear. “No attachments. I know you are waiting for Trent, and well, I’m waiting on whomever comes next.” He continues to trail light kisses as his voice tempts me. “I don’t wanna brag, but I bet I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.” He finishes by grinding his pelvis against mine. Pulling back for a moment, he reaches down and tugs his shirt over his head, showing off his stacked six-pack.
My body reacts to everything. His motions. His words. Him. Why can’t I have this? It’s not like I’m cheating on Trent. He’s made it very clear that he doesn’t care what or who I do. Dray knows more than anyone how I feel, so it’s not like I’m having to keep my feelings a secret. I can keep the hope that Trent may still be mine one day, but at the same time have someone who knows the score in my bed.
“This is simple, Kylie. Don’t make it complicated,” he softly says in my ear. “Sex. The. Best. You. Have. Ever. Had.”
My body screams, YES! PLEASE! THANK YOU! I’ve always been the good girl and done the right thing. I’m a grown adult, and this is just a plain-ass adult decision. With my resolve made, I reach up, sliding my hand around the back of his neck and letting my fingernails tickle at the same time. Guiding his face to mine, I lift my lips to his. His dark eyes gleam with excitement, which I’m sure mirror my own.
“Say ‘yes,’ Kylie,” he says against my lips.
Not hesitating, I reply, “Yes, Kylie.”
He snorts, “Smart-ass.”
I take the moment to assault his mouth. You can’t call it anything else. My lips brutally punish his and our tongues duel as both of my hands grip the back of his neck, holding him to me. God, he tastes so good. Cinnamon flavored kisses. Damn! I open-mouth kiss him then move in for smaller pecks, back and forth. His tongue mimics smoking hot sex as it enters in and out of my mouth. My nipples literally ache beneath my bra. I press them against his chest, trying to relieve the pressure or giving him an idea of what he should play with next.
“I want to hear you say it, Kylie,” he breathes in between kisses. “Tell me who, and what, you want.”
“You.” I don’t hesitate to answer. Now that I’ve made the decision to lose all control, he can have whatever he wants, however he wants. “Your body. Sex.”
Supporting my ass cheeks with each hand, he lifts me, guiding me to wrap my legs around him. For once, I’m grateful for my long legs as I secure each one around his waist. Cradling his penis against the vee of my pelvis, I grind down, causing him to have a full body shiver. I love that my body is the reason for his reaction.
Walking with me attached to him, he takes us to his bedroom. Daylight shines bright through the wall of windows. There is nowhere to hide, not that I want to, but something pivotal is being shown without being said and there is no going back. Our mouths are still joined, and I can’t get enough of his kisses. Give me another couple of minutes, and I’ll come from them alone. I’ve never experienced a man that shows me so much sensuality and demonstrates incredible strength using nothing but his mouth. I’m no anorexic model; yet, he stands holding me up, kissing me, not rushing to put me down, and not overexerted in the least.
His hands massage my backside, his fingers gliding up and down the crack of my ass. The elastic of my tiny gym shorts easily moves down, allowing whatever access he needs. My hands move from his neck to his shoulders, and I angle myself to mimic riding him.
“Damn, Girl.” Pulling back, I stare into those dark eyes, wondering what he is thinking.
“Tell me what you are thinking.” I speak, before I change my mind.
“God, I’m afraid I’ll scare you if I do,” he says huskily.
“I want to know it all. I want you to tell me everything. Don’t treat me like I’ll break.” Making sure he is looking at me, I finish, “Use me.” My girl-parts are flooded with warmth. I’ve always wanted to say that to a man and mean it. He’s so excited; I can tell just by the way he looks at me. It’s heady and a little scary, but I want this more than my next breath.
“I’m going to lay you down and feast on you until you can scream no more. Then, I am going to bury my dick, balls deep, inside your pussy. I know it
will be tight, and I can only imagine how wet it will be. You are going to come so hard on my dick that just the thought of how firm you are going to squeeze me makes me fucking stiff.”
Letting a loud moan escape, I attack his mouth again, wanting to suck every single one of those words down my throat and praying that every one of them comes true. I feel him shift as he places his knee on the bed, angling me down towards the mattress. Never once does he let his mouth leave mine.
Once I’m lying completely flat, he draws back to let his eyes roam across my body. Grasping my shirt by the hem, he lifts, pulling my sports bra off at the same time. Automatically, my hands fly to cover my breasts. I don’t have small boobs, so they are not overly tight from cosmetic surgery which so many men seem to prefer these days. Swatting my hands away, he makes it clear without using words that he doesn’t want me to cover them. My nipples stiffen to the point of pain, but he seems to appreciate the sight.
“You have gorgeous tits, Kylie. Real. They’re a rare find these days.” He leans his mouth down, his eyes never leaving mine, and touches his tongue to one of my nipples then swirls it slowly around my areole.
The moment he begins to suck hard, gathering as much as he can in his mouth, I can’t stop the groans that flee me. Switching from one breast to the other, he soothes and punishes with equal amounts of vigor, seeming to be in no hurry. Closing my eyes tight, I enjoy the intense sensations. My hands firmly grip his shoulders, this time, leaving scratches as my hands lose their hold and slide down his arm.
“God, I’m so glad you still have this.” One hand dips down to tug at my belly button piercing that Madison dared me to get in college. Right now, it’s my birthstone. “It’s so fucking hot,” he says while kissing it.
I moan, remembering the first time he saw it one summer. His eyes betrayed some smartass comment he made. Yeah, I was right. He liked what he saw.
“Tell me what you want next, Kylie,” he begs.
My eyes fly to his, wanting to give him what he needs but not knowing exactly what to say. I usually just direct men to what I want physically. A feeling of shyness invades the heat that he has been building inside of me, dousing it slightly. I know what he wants me to ask, but I’m not sure I can use the ‘P’ word. Bringing my hands back to his shoulders, I push him down, only to have him laugh at my feeble attempts.
“No, baby. Tell me where you want me to kiss you next. Lick you next.” Rising over me, he slips my shoes off and grabs my shorts and panties, pulling them past my knees and, finally, off.
My eyes bulge at the thought. Probably not attractive, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a man ask that. Well, out loud anyway. Watching his eyes devour the sight of my naked body does it for me. If I can just slide his hand or mine between my legs, there is no doubt that I will succumb to the pleasure.
“Kylie, stay with me,” his voice calls. “All you have to do is ask. I want you to be my bad girl. Have you been a bad girl before?”
Shaking my head no, my body quivers at the thought. Excitement pulls every string in my body. I feel liquid warmth trickle down my thigh, proving just how excited I am. This is Dray. I can do this. Sex without shame. Why can’t I ask for exactly what I want?
Bringing his ear to my mouth, I whisper, “I want you to lick me. Make me wet, Dray.” My body goes into overdrive at my words and so does his. I feel him become tense all over. Sweat dots his forehead, and his body shakes with, what I hope, is want.
“Fuck yes!” he says, kissing his way down my stomach and then...
OH MY GOD! I’ve never… is that his tongue and fingers? At the same time? My first orgasm takes less than a minute to commence but lasts for several more. He doesn’t stop the entire time. When I finish, he pulls back to lick his fingers, which sends another ripple through me.
“You are so sensitive. You taste so good, so sweet.” Leaning over to the drawer beside his bed, he pulls off his shorts and grabs a condom. “I can’t wait any longer, Kylie.”
Rolling the condom over his very long and thick appendage, he covers my body with his, sliding his large cock between my nether lips. Back and forth until, finally, he slips the head in and continues to push. My body doesn’t resist because of all the wet juices flowing. He groans as he pushes deeper, and my kegel muscles make it easy for me to grip him tightly. When I think he can’t go any further, I hear another deep moan from him.
“Just a little more. Damn Girl! Hold on, Kylie. I’m almost there.”
What is he talking about? I wonder for about two seconds until... “OUCH!” He pushes two inches deeper, hitting my cervix as the pain blooms within my privates. Leaning down, he gently kisses me.
“It’s okay. I’m there, babe.” He holds still above me as I feel his entire body shake. “So good. The best,” he croons to me.
The pain starts to recede as a new feeling of fullness invades my senses. The pain turns to pleasure, and my hips rock up to meet his. He freezes, looking down into my eyes then closing his with a sigh. He begins to move gently into me, slow at first but then swift with finesse. His dick rubs up and down the walls of my vagina as I try to tighten around him to slow him down or speed him up. I can’t decide what I like better. All I know is that I need more. One hand steadies us against the bed as the other grips my thigh, controlling our motions.
“Come, Kylie. Fuck. Now!” he mumbles or shouts.
His command sends me over the edge. My muscles lock down tightly on him as he moans, thrusting hard once more and spending himself. His orgasm spurs another for me, sending me into a second and even stronger quake. I grip him even tighter, almost deeper, it feels.
“Gawd damn!” His exclamation draws a laugh from me. Falling forward across my body, he begs, “No more. You are going to kill me.”
I feel too wrung out to move, but every time a residual wave crashes back into me, my muscles grip him again, and his whole body tightens; however, he never removes himself from me. Several minutes later, he rolls to his side to slip the condom off and then pulls me to him, cradling me. The only sound in the silence is our slowing breathing.
“Wow.” I state and mean. I’ve never, ever, ever had that many orgasms in the same time frame. His low chuckle is muffled where his face burrows into the back of my neck. I’m paralyzed with exhaustion, but my brain is in overdrive trying to figure out if I’m supposed to leave now. After the best sex I’ve had in my life, I’m not sure if I thank him and make a run for it or if we do it again? Is Dray a once-around-the-bend kind of guy or an all-nighter? First, I’ve got to move around to make sure my lady parts didn’t combust. That would definitely be bad.
“I can hear the cogs of your brain clicking from over here,” he sleepily states. “Can we just please lay here in silence while I recover?”
“Yes, or I can go?”
“Try,” he says and yawns. “I’ll full body tackle you before you make it out of the room. We are not even close to being finished.”
My curiosity always gets the best of me. “There’s more?”
His deep chuckle sets my senses on fire again. “Yes, Kylie. Plenty more where that came from, just give me a little recovery time. I’m a running-back not Superman.”
Inside, I’m giddy like a fat kid jumping up and down while yelling for ice cream. I’m really not sure how he can come close to topping what we just did, but in all fairness, I can definitely give him that chance to prove it.
Closing my eyes, I snuggle my backside closer to him. The endorphins are wearing off, and I feel slightly sore but nowhere near painful enough to complain. Hearing his deep and even breathing, I match mine to his, content for the first time in a long while.
I know exactly how Dorothy felt when she landed in Oz, a little scared, a little lost, and a whole lot of amazed. I get the part where things were black and white and then...BHAM!! Full-Technicolor. You see colors that you never noticed before. People are in more detail, and everyone has a purpose and place in your story. Two whole months have changed my life.
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After that first time with Dray, we continued to see each other, sexually, as much as possible. The sex is ah-mazing. Honestly, I never knew it could be so divine. So precise. I tell him what I want, and then I get it. No fumbling in the dark and wondering what your partner expects. Plus, with the football season in full swing, it's not like we have a lot of time anyway. I see him maybe one to two nights a week. If Dray has any long periods of time off, we catch up on watching past seasons of our show or a movie and keep our friendship separate from, well, our “special needs”.