The Naked Truth

by Vi Keeland

  “You sure everything is okay?”

  “Yes, fine.”

  There was no point in telling him what I’d overheard at this moment. I’m sure it would just hurt. But realizing people would hesitate about him for a long time made me realize I needed to stop my own hesitation. Either I was in or I was out. It wasn’t fair to him to be like those women.

  In that moment, I decided to take a chance—really take a chance. Jump in with both feet.

  “How long do we need to stay?” I asked as we swayed on the dance floor.

  Gray looked disappointed. “Do you need to get home early?”

  “Yes.”

  “Work on a Sunday?”

  “Well, maybe, but no.”

  “Are you not enjoying the party?”

  “I’m not really in the mood for a party anymore.”

  He pulled his head back. “Would you like to go somewhere else?”

  I caught Gray’s eyes and looked into them deeply before gently brushing my lips to his. “Your place.”

  Gray froze. He searched my eyes, and I got the feeling he was afraid to believe what I was telling him.

  “My place?”

  I leaned in and whispered. “What was it you said you wanted to do to me while the sun came up?”

  One minute we were on the dance floor, and the next we were heading toward the door. I laughed as I worked to keep up in my heels. Gray was practically running for the exit.

  Outside, he rushed to the curb and raised his hand with an ear-splitting whistle, flagging down a passing taxi and whipping the door open for me.

  I couldn’t stop laughing. “But we came in your town car.”

  “No time to wait for him. Get in.”

  Chapter 20

  * * *

  Gray

  I didn’t want to fucking disappoint her.

  Halfway to my apartment, I started to realize I needed to grab a quick shower for a few minutes of privacy when I got home. My cock was straining for release just sitting in the back of the cab and holding her hand. There was no fucking way I was going to be able to satisfy her like this. My performance would rival a teenage boy’s shitty first time. I’d be lucky if I didn’t come in my own hand trying to get my dick out of my pants.

  I kept my distance, not wanting things to heat up only to be forced to extricate myself to cool down. In the elevator, I put my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her. She stood so close, smelling like fucking heaven, and the thought of pressing her up against the glass in the tiny car was unbearable. I wanted her to look in the mirror and watch her reflection when I rammed into her from behind.

  But once we were inside my apartment, avoiding her became a challenge. Freckles met us at the door and ignored me in favor of licking Layla. Smart dog.

  I thought the distraction might be the perfect excuse to slip away for a few minutes. “I’m going to grab a quick shower.”

  Layla stood and grabbed the lapels of my jacket. “You want some company?”

  Fuck.

  Maybe if I got my dick good and sudsy, she wouldn’t notice that I shot my load before she even touched me.

  I dragged my fingers through my hair. “On second thought, how about some wine?”

  “Umm. Sure. Wine sounds good.” Layla walked to the open windows in the adjoining living room to look at the view. It was a clear night, and the city was lit up through the darkness.

  I took my time opening a bottle of her favorite and pouring two glasses. Passing one to her as I joined her at the windows, another bright idea hit me. If I could knock back a few drinks, it might slow my libido a bit.

  I swallowed half a glass and untied my bow tie, leaving it hanging loose around my neck. I tried to avoid looking at the gorgeous woman standing next to me, but couldn’t help myself.

  God, why does her collarbone have to look like that? That neck… I wanted to bite it in the worst fucking way.

  Without even realizing, I finished off the other half of my wine. But Layla realized. She glanced at the empty glass in my hand, still holding the one she hadn’t sipped yet.

  “Is something wrong, Gray?”

  She turned to face me, and the glow from the moon cast light across her face. She looked like an angel—one I wanted to do evil things to. I shoved my hands into my pockets again for safekeeping, and almost forgot she’d even asked a question.

  “No. Everything’s good.”

  She squinted.

  Goddamn it. “Fine.” I shook my head and let out a loud rush of air. “I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time.”

  She grinned. “Are you concerned that you forgot how do to it?”

  “Wise ass.”

  “It’s like riding a bicycle. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

  Riding. Did she have to use that word? I couldn’t fucking wait until she rode me. I abruptly opted for another glass of wine. When I returned to the windows, Layla turned her back to me. She pulled her hair to one side. “Could you help me with the zipper? I want to get out of this gown.”

  I looked up and silently spoke to God. Haven’t I had my share of shame? Just give me this. A solid ten minutes without embarrassing myself. Is that too much to ask? I just donated three damn years.

  The room was so still that every tooth separating from the zipper echoed. Goosebumps broke out on Layla’s neck, and I heard the hitch in her breathing as my hand reached the end of the zipper near her very fine ass.

  She turned around, locking eyes with me before slowly slipping the dress from her body. It pooled into a giant sea of blue at her feet. I closed my eyes and counted to ten before looking up. But nothing could have reined me in when I caught the sight standing before me. God, she is gorgeous. Layla wore nothing but black lace panties, a matching half-cup bra that her full tits were just about spilling out of, and a sexy pair of stilettos. Her waist was so tiny, I could cover it by wrapping both my hands from front to back. And her legs—a mile of silky smoothness that my tongue couldn’t wait to lick from toe to thigh.

  “Fuck.” I shook my head and took a step back, unable to take my eyes off of her. “Layla…you’re going to have to promise that you’ll give me multiple chances to make up for my poor performance the first time I’m inside of you. I’m about thirty seconds from finishing, and we haven’t even started yet. You’re beautiful.”

  “I think I can help you out there.” She suddenly dropped to her knees.

  And if I’d thought she was beautiful before—this…nothing could hold a candle to this sight. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I was definitely going to embarrass myself, but at least I might have a fighting chance if I’d already let one go.

  Layla reached for my belt, and thank God her fingers still worked, because I was completely incapable of doing anything other than staring down at her. Unlike with her dress, when she slid the zipper to my pants down, I couldn’t hear the teeth separating because the only sound I heard was the rush of blood pumping through my ears. My heartbeat was out of fucking control.

  “Jesus,” she whispered as my cock sprang free. “Now I think I’m the one who’s a little nervous.”

  Layla licked her painted red lips and looked up from under thick lashes. “Don’t stop. I’ll swallow for you.”

  Jesus.

  Fucking.

  Christ.

  She leaned forward, licked the glistening precum off my crown, and flashed the most devious smile before opening wide and sucking me into her mouth. I felt all the self-control I’d been holding on to slipping from my grip.

  My fingers threaded into her thick hair, and something about feeling the bob of her head in my hands made me snap. I groaned and tightened my grip on her hair with a little tug. She let me set the rhythm with my hands, and somehow I miraculously held back from turning what was the best feeling I’d ever had in my life into face-fucking her until her throat was raw.

  The sight of her head bobbing faster and faster, each time taking me a little deeper, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
When I felt her hand start to massage my balls, I realized this moment was totally worth waiting three years for. Hell, I might’ve donated another three if this was waiting for me when I got out.

  I’m so close.

  So damn close.

  Forget shame. Forget dignity.

  I groaned and Layla responded with a sound that was almost a hum and then suddenly she swallowed, and I hit the back of her throat.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck. Take it all in...”

  Within seconds, I felt my balls draw up, and I knew I was about to explode. Even though she’d told me not to stop, I still felt compelled to warn her. I might want to fuck her face, ass, tits, pussy, and anywhere else she’d let me stick my cock, but I wasn’t an animal, after all.

  “Baby…” I managed to groan. “I’m gonna come…”

  She responded by digging her nails into my ass, and I quickly lost my battle. Spurts of cum let loose while my entire body shuddered. I wasn’t even sure how I remained standing with the intensity of my orgasm.

  After taking a minute to gather a little strength, I lifted Layla from her knees and into my arms. She nuzzled into my chest, which was still clothed.

  “Jesus, that was…” I was truly at a loss for words. “That was…”

  Layla wrapped her hands around my neck. “Just the beginning. That’s what that was.”

  Chapter 21

  * * *

  Layla

  The bedroom was pitch dark.

  Gray hadn’t touched me since we walked in, but I could feel him behind me. His hot breath tickled my neck while he spoke.

  “I want to watch your face while I’m inside you, but depriving you of sight will heighten your other senses, so it will have to wait.” He grazed his fingers along one of my arms, and every hair on my body rose. God, he wasn’t kidding—my other senses were intensified.

  The raw, sexual chemistry that had been sparking between us since the first time we laid eyes on each other grew like wildfire. My body was so on edge that when Gray grabbed my hip, I jumped a little. His other hand swept my hair to the side and then his mouth came to suck along the pulse in my throat.

  “Put your hands up. Lock them together behind my neck.”

  I lifted my arms and did as instructed. Gray’s hands caressed their way up my body. When he reached my breasts, he squeezed hard, and I let out a little moan.

  “I’ve been dreaming of this for years,” he whispered. “So many fantasies. I can’t wait to play them all out with you.” He pushed down the cups to my bra and pinched both nipples.

  “Tell me about them.” My voice sounded sultry. It almost didn’t sound like me. Then again, I’d never been this aroused in my life.

  Gray’s mouth stayed at my ear while his hands massaged the nipples he’d just awakened with a delicious ache. “I want you to stand in front of a mirror and play with your tits while I suck on your neck, with my fingers inside your pussy and my cock buried deep in your ass.”

  I gasped. “What else?”

  His hands traveled painstakingly slowly down my body and slipped inside my panties. “I want you to sit on my face and ride it. I want my nose buried in your pussy while I suck on your clit.”

  He slipped one finger inside of me, then a second.

  “Oh God.”

  “You’re so wet for me.”

  I leaned my head back against his chest.

  “When I see you in your office, behind that big desk of yours, you’re so in control and powerful. I want to take that away from you, make you drop to your knees and suck my cock.”

  I let out a nervous laugh. But he wasn’t kidding.

  Gray used one hand to pull me against him while his fingers kept gliding in and out. His erection was fully hard again and pushed all the way up to my lower back. I could feel the smooth, hot skin of his crown against me.

  “I want to fill every part of your body.” He slipped another finger inside me. “With my tongue, my fingers, my cock…I want to own your cunt, your ass, your tits, your mouth.”

  “God, Gray.”

  He withdrew his fingers and spun me around. I felt lightheaded, and my knees were weak. He slipped my panties down and took off my bra before walking us forward a few steps. My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the total darkness enough to see in front of me.

  “The bed’s in front of you. Bend forward at the waist and rest your head on it. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

  Gray dropped to his knees and then his mouth came up directly between my parted legs. He didn’t start slow. He buried his face in my wetness, lapping like he couldn’t get enough and then sucked hard on my clit. My orgasm began to build, and I worried I might fall on top of him.

  “So sweet…”

  He slipped a finger back inside me.

  “So tight…”

  He groaned and flicked my clit with his tongue.

  “So fucking wet for me…”

  The wave that had been threatening in the distance suddenly crashed down on me without warning. I moaned as my body began to pulse on its own.

  Just as I started to come down, Gray scooped me up and placed me on the bed. His body came over mine, then his lips. He devoured my mouth in a kiss filled with more passion than I’d ever experienced. His touch was strong and dominating, with perfect control just shy of forceful. Composed, yet needy, our lips meshed, tongues entwined, and bodies wrapped around each other. We separated only briefly, just enough so Gray could take off the shirt he still wore.

  He shifted slightly, lining his thick head with my opening. But then he stopped.

  “Can I take you bare?”

  We’d already had this discussion, but I loved that he asked anyway.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him. “Yes, please.”

  This close, I could see the bright whites of his eyes and watched as they closed for a minute while he pushed inside.

  With his girth, he must’ve been aware that he needed to go slow. Never breaking our gaze, he took his time, easing in and pulling back out, then pushing in a little farther with each new stroke. Once he was almost fully seated, he stilled and muttered against my mouth. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

  After my body started to relax and loosen, Gray reclaimed my mouth and began to go harder. Faster. Deeper. Strokes became gyrating thrusts, and he sank deeper and deeper each time until the base of his cock was grinding against my clit. Nothing had ever felt this good—certainly not the first time. And this was only the beginning.

  My orgasm began to build again, muscles pulsating around him. “Gray...”

  He sped up his pace. “Fuuuck. Right there with you, babe.”

  The sound of our wet bodies slapping against each other echoed in the room. The scent of sex permeated the air, and my body hummed from his touch. I felt utterly and completely consumed by this man. That feeling pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm throbbed to life. Gray kept up the perfect pace as I rode a long, blissful wave. He whispered in my ear while I moaned, telling me how good it felt inside of me, how my body belonged to him, and how hard he was going to come. After I finally started to go limp, Gray sped up his pace before sinking deep and filling me with his own release.

  He kissed me for a long time after that. Slow, beautiful, romantic, sensual kisses that a young girl dreamed about. Kisses you felt in your heart.

  If I hadn’t been so enraptured by the moment, I might’ve worried that what I felt in my heart was a lot more than a kiss.

  ***

  Gray joined me in his shower the next afternoon. He walked in wearing nothing but what I was beginning to think was an endless erection and a face that told me he planned to make good use of it.

  His hair, which had been slicked back for the party, was now disheveled in the way only a man could look sexy after a marathon night and morning of sex. He didn’t ask to join me, and oddly that turned me on immensely.

  I’d been facing the water spray
and didn’t move as he opened the glass door and stepped inside. Gray wrapped his arms around me from behind, one hand squeezing my breast and the other palming my stomach as he pressed his dick to the crack of my ass. “Morning,” he groaned. His head dipped down to nibble on my shoulder.

  “I think technically it’s afternoon.”

  “Whatever it is, it’s a good day when I wake up to find you already undressed and wet.”

  I laughed. “You say that like I’m a different kind of wet than washing in the shower.”

  His hand snaked down between my legs, and he pushed two fingers inside me. “Isn’t it?”

  I had to put both my hands against the tile. “I think you might be a sex addict.”

  “I think I’m addicted to you.” He moved his mouth to my ear, and his voice turned raspy. “Are you sore?”

  I was a little sore. But his fingers glided in and out of me, and it didn’t hurt too much. “Maybe a little.”

  Gray stopped and pulled out. “Sorry.”

  “It’s fine.” I turned around and hooked my arms around his neck. “Totally worth it.”

  He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine. “Oh yeah?”

  I nodded. “It’s a good kind of sore. The kind that makes me smile when I feel it instead of wince—because I remember what last night felt like.”

  “Thank you. It’s a gift to hear that, Freckles. It really is.” He gently kissed my lips. “Turn back around. Let me wash you instead.”

  I sighed with true contentment and handed him the soap before turning back to face the warm stream of water.

  He lathered up and started to wash my back. Quite quickly, his hands were concentrating on my lower half, fingers breaching into my butt crack.

  “You know, if you’re sore…” His voice was sultry—pure sex—as his fingers traced down farther, stopping at my rear entrance to rub a circle and apply a bit of pressure. “…there are other ways I could bring you pleasure.”