by D. L. Gallie
My hand grips my cock. Our eyes are fused to one another while our fingers and hands pleasure ourselves. I come quickly, embarrassingly quickly, but when you have a naked, wet Marlee fingering herself, you would too. She comes with a quiet moan and then lifts her hand to my lips for me to lick her juices. She slides her finger past my lips. Wrapping my lips around her digit, I suck and lick it clean.
She steps toward me and presses her lips and body hard against mine. Her tongue seeks access to my mouth and I willingly open and let her in. We kiss and fondle one another until the water runs cold. Stepping out, we dry ourselves. Our eyes steadfastly locked on one another.
Once dry, I stretch out my hand. She places hers in mine and I walk us into my bedroom. Pulling back the covers, I climb in and she climbs in beside me. Lying on my back, she snuggles into my side, throwing her leg over mine. We cuddle one another and drift off to sleep. Well fucked and blissfully happy.
10
The next morning, I wake before Marlee. The sheet has slipped down and her perfectly pert nipple is begging for me to taste it. Rolling to my side, I lower my head and suck her nipple into my mouth as my hand slides down her side and between her legs. She spreads her legs slightly and I slide my fingers between her lips. She’s already wet and ready for me. Slipping two fingers into her, she moans and grinds herself against my hand. Her body pulsating under my touch, instantly coming alive.
She runs her fingers through my hair and with her nipple in my mouth, I gaze up at her. She looks gorgeous first thing in the morning. With my hand still between her legs, I kiss and nip my way up to her mouth. Pressing my lips against hers, I slip a third finger in and she moans. My tongue assaults her mouth as my fingers pump in and out of her.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” she growls as her orgasm explodes. When her body shudders stop and she looks toward me, her eyes are hazy with lust.
“Good morning,” I huskily greet, brushing a stand of hair off her forehead.
“Good morning indeed,” she purrs, rolling to her side, resting her head in her palm. The look on her face is indescribable, she looks great in my bed and I want to keep her here for as long as possible. She reaches out and runs her finger just above my eyebrow, my skin buzzing from her touch. Leaning forward, she places her lips against mine for a gentle morning kiss.
The grumbling of her stomach breaks the moment and we both laugh. My stomach soon rumbles in response. “Guess we both are hungry?” I say.
“Mmmhmpf,” she replies, as she wraps her hand around my cock. With a squeeze, she adds, “I think I’ll dine in.” Before I can react, she scoots down the bed and wraps her lips around me. Gripping the base, she slides my cock in and out of her mouth. Applying the right amount of pressure, mixed with a gentle scraping of her teeth. Without warning, my cock jerks and I come. Just like last night, she sucks every last drop, and as she lies back next to me, she licks her lips.
“You and your sexy as fuck mouth will be the death of me, woman.”
She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and gives me the sexiest grin I have ever seen. “If you want to keep my sexy ass happy, you better feed me coffee so I can recharge for round two.”
“Fuck,” I groan, this woman is perfect. “You had me at ass.” Climbing out of bed, I walk to the stool at the end of my bed and slip on a pair of sweats that sit low on my hips. When I turn around, Marlee is staring at me. Intently. I feel it deep in my bones. “If you keep looking at me like that, coffee and breakfast will be delayed and we’ll jump right to round two.”
“That also works,” she says, throwing the sheet off before lying back on the bed. She spreads her legs, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. She skims her finger around her nipple, it instantly puckers…much like my cock right now. Jumping onto the bed, I lower myself down, cocooning her underneath me. I suck on the nipple she was just teasing me with. Lifting my head, I stare down at her. Her eyes are a vivid blue gray in the morning light. “You, my lil’ minx, are going to have to wait.” I place a kiss on the tip of her nose and climb off of her. “Help yourself to a shirt it my closet,” I invite, as I hop off and walk out of my bedroom to start breakfast.
“Asshole,” I hear her mumble.
“I heard that,” I shout as I exit the bedroom.
“You were meant to,” she playfully replies.
With a grin on my face, I head into the kitchen and am happy to see that there is a pot of coffee brewed and waiting. Grabbing two cups, I place them on the counter and fill them up. I’ve just placed the pot back on the warmer when Marlee walks out in one of my U. Of I. tees…and she looks much better than I do in it.
“Fuck me,” I mumble.
“We could be, but you chose coffee over this.” She flicks her hand up and down her body as she takes a seat on the barstool across from me.
Shaking my head, I grab the creamer from the fridge and slide it and a mug across to Marlee. She looks shocked. “You know I take creamer?”
“I know lots about you, Marlee Adams.”
“Is that so, Gage Grainger?”
Nodding my head, I lift my mug to my mouth and take a sip of coffee.
“Okay then, what else do you know about me?”
“Everything,” I cockily say.
“Name three things about me and it can’t be about coffee,” she challenges.
Grabbing my cup, I round the kitchen island and take the stool next to her. “Okay. You like white wine with fancy schmanzy names.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. And two?”
“You live across the road from me.”
“That’s two. And the third?”
“You aren’t wearing any panties right now, and I bet, from me doing this…” I slide my finger across her chin, down her neck and over her—my—shirt, grazing her breast with my pinkie as I trail my finger down her stomach and circle just above her mound, “…you are wet and aching for me.”
She swallows deeply and clenches her thighs together. “Nope,” she breathlessly denies.
“Prove it,” I challenge her back.
“Damn it!” she huffs, spinning on her stool to face me. She spreads her legs, and I trace my finger between her thighs.
“Yep, just as I suspected. Wet for me.”
Hopping off my stool, I spin her around so her back leans against the counter. Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide open and lean forward. I breathe in her scent and moan. My tongue darts out and I lick up her lips, flicking her clit with my tongue. She grips my head and pushes me deeper between her thighs. I suck and lap at her slit. When I slide a finger into her channel, she rocks and moans. Tapping her leg, she lifts it over my shoulder, giving me more room to pleasure her. My fingers thrusts in and out, curling to reach that magic spot deep inside. When I suck on her clit, she nearly jumps off the chair. Her orgasm hits out of nowhere and she screams my name as she soaks my fingers and face.
Pulling back, I look up at her and lick my lips. “Breakfast of champions,” I tease.
She smacks my head. “That’s gross.”
“You loved it.”
“Yeah, but that’s different.”
“I beg to differ.” Rising to my feet, I sit back on the stool next to her. “So, what shall we do today?”
“Ummm,” she pauses, “I didn’t think you’d want me hanging around.”
“Marlee,” I say, reaching over to grab her hand. “I want to get to know you. You have this effect on me that I can’t explain, and I want to keep feeling like this. I haven’t been this happy since…” I drift off when I realize that the last time I was this happy, Ma was still alive.
“Happy since when?” she asks.
Looking at her, I realize that she genuinely wants to know. “Not since Ma was alive,” I sadly say.
“I’m sorry, Gage. I couldn’t imagine losing my mom.” She jumps up. “I have the perfect idea. I’m going to run across the road and change. Meet me out front in twenty minutes.” She grabs her dress from the entryway and skips into my bedroo
m. A few minutes later, she walks out in her dress from last night. She walks over to me and kisses me on the lips. “Twenty minutes.” She squeezes my forearm, turns, heads to the door, and exits my apartment. I sit and stare at the door, wondering what just happened, but also excited for the day ahead.
Twenty minutes later, I’m waiting out front. I’m staring at her building and don’t notice a black pimped-out Jeep pull up. A beeping horn snaps my attention to the car, and I look over and see a smiling Marlee staring back at me. She rolls down the window. “Jump in and let’s go.”
11
We drive into the city center and park the car. “Can you tell me what you have up your sleeve?” I ask, as we stroll along the street, hand in hand. The air around us is chilly but the heat radiating between us is hotter than Hades.
“Nope,” she says. “But afterward we can do something of your choosing.”
“Really? Anything?”
She nods her head, bites her lip, leans in, and sexily whispers, “I’ve got an idea on what we can do, but it's not suitable since we are in public.”
“How about we just get right to that event instead?”
“Nope, you have to wait, ‘cause we are here.”
Looking around, I see we are in Millennium Park. “Are we going ice-skating?” She nods her head. “I haven’t skated in years.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I might even go for a sneaky grab here and there too.” She winks at me and drags me toward the ice rink.
An hour later, I’m exhausted. I forgot how much energy you need to ice-skate. Marlee is a pro, she looks angelic skating around. Me? I looked like a newborn calf trying to walk for the first time—not graceful at all. But seeing Marlee laugh at my ice-skating plight was totally worth the humiliation.
We change back into our shoes and grab a cup of hot cocoa. Linking hands, we get our hot chocolate to go and decide to take a walk around the park. We chat and get to know each other more. I discover that she’s an only child, her parents are high school sweethearts and have been together since they were seventeen. She loves white wine, especially Verdelho. Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough is her go to ice-cream flavor, and she’s not a fan of baths.
I tell her that I too am an only child. I’m a whiskey drinker. Not particular on a specific ice-cream flavor, and I also don’t really like baths, but I do love a hot tub…especially on a cold winter’s evening. And I invite her over tonight to join me in mine, as I just so happen to have one on my patio. I manage to steer clear of my parents, and for now, she doesn’t push the subject.
That’s one of the things I love about Marlee, she listens but she also picks up on what I don’t say. She understands me on a level that no one ever before has.
We are walking back to the car when she does ask, “Gage, what happened to your parents? You’ve mentioned that your mom has passed.”
“I lost them one Christmas when I was ten years old.” I don’t elaborate that Dad is still alive but to me, when Ma died, I lost him too.
“Ohh, Gage. I’m so sorry. No wonder you hate Christmas.” She squeezes my hand and then wraps her arm around my waist, snuggling in. “Tell me about your mom.”
“She was the best mom there ever was. She’d do anything and everything for you. She used to bake hundreds of cookies for the church each Christmas, that’s why I donate to the toy drive. I can’t bake for shit, but me assisting keeps her memory alive.” Pausing, I look up at the sky and grin. “She also taught me to predict when it would snow.” Placing my finger under her chin, I lift so we are both looking up at the sky.
Together we both say, “It’s going to snow again tonight.”
We look back at each other. Both of us sporting grins. Lifting my hand, I run my finger down her cheek. The air around us heats and thickens, even though the outside temperature is near freezing. Stepping to her, I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her to me and lower my lips to hers for a soft and sensual kiss. Breaking the kiss, I pull back and gaze into her eyes. “You are exquisite, Marlee Adams. What did I ever do to have you fall into my life?”
“I don’t know, Gage, but I’m glad we crashed into each other and that you groped my ass.”
“I didn’t grope, I saved you from certain death.”
“My hero,” she sarcastically replies, clutching her chest. “Now take me home and let me show you my thanks.”
“Best idea ever.”
Half an hour later, we are back at my place and we show our thanks and appreciation of each other, all night long.
With a pep in my step, I walk through the food court on Monday morning, and for the first time in twenty years, the Christmas music doesn’t grate on my nerves. I even find myself singing in my head when “Winter Wonderland” comes on. With a smile on my face, I step into the elevator and head up to WFOX-FM. The elevator doors open and I find Kasey and Kody in the reception area laughing.
“Morning, Buttercup,” I say to Kase and earn myself a glare. Looking to Kody, I singsong “Morning.” Yes, I singsong. What the fuck is happening to me?
“You’re chipper for a Monday morning, Grainger,” Kasey teases.
“Kace, leave him alone.” Kody nudges her. “He’s in love,” he states matter-of-factly to us both. “Don’t you remember what those first days of love are like? You smile like a loon. You are happy and carefree. Everything makes you grin, you even physically help out with the Christmas drive, even though you are known as the office Grinch.”
Pausing, my mouth drops open when he says this and I stare at him. Am I in love with Marlee? No, I’m not, but the more I think about it, I think he’s right. I am falling for her, but I don’t do love. Love and happily ever afters have never been on my radar, but now that it’s out there, I think he might be right. “I’m not a Grinch…or in love,” I say without any conviction at all.
The two of them stare intently at me. Kasey walks over to me and rests her palm on my arm. “Gage, are you in love with Marlee?”
12
Staring at them, my heart begins to race erratically. “I…I…I’m not sure. I know she’s the first person I think of when I wake up. She’s on my mind all day. She’s my last thought before I drift off to sleep. Hell, I even dream about her.”
“Gage, that’s love.” Kasey happily replies, her face lit up with a smile.
“But—”
“No buts, you are in love with Marlee, and I for one am super happy for you. You deserve this.”
“But, I don’t now how to be in love. I’m not the guy who falls in love. I’m the—”
“Dude,” Kody interrupts me. “There is no rhyme or reason when it comes to love. It happens when you least expect it. It happens with a person that never in your wildest dream you think it would. No one can control love, just go with it. Everyone deserves love, Gage, even a Grinch like you.”
“I’m not a Grinch. I just don’t particularly like the festive season.”
“Grinch,” Kasey coughs, with a grin and laughs. “Gage, that is the definition of a Grinch, but this year there’s a difference, you are a Grinch in love.” she turns to Kody and I see love written all over her face, and I wonder if that’s what I look like. “All right, fiancé, you need to go so I can get some work done.”
He steps over to her, wraps his arms around her waist, and lowers his lips to hers. The kiss between them is soft but so full of love at the same time. He pulls back, places a kiss on the tip of her nose, and turns to the elevators. The doors open and he steps in, Kasey waves to him as the doors close. She turns to me, her cheeks are rosy and her eyes ablaze with lust. “Gage, I’m happy that you are finally opening up to someone. Marlee is a lucky gal.”
She turns and walks down the hall toward her office. I stand in reception and watch her walk away, and I think about what they said. If I’m honest with myself, they are right. I AM falling in love with Marlee and I don’t know what to do about it, this is new territory for me.
Shaking my head, I make my way to m
y office and get to it. This time of year is always busy with everyone wanting prime-time marketing spots, and the only good thing about it is how quickly the days fly by.
Marlee texted me just after lunch and said she’d come over tonight. She’s going to bring Chinese and beer. We will have a quiet night in before I take her to bed, unwrap her, and make sweet, sweet love all night long. Man, I’m turning into a lovesick sap.
The day flies by and before I know it, it’s time to head home. I’m in a bit of a mood as Dad called me again, but I sent it to voicemail. Being the gutless person that I am concerning him, I’ve yet to listen to his message.
As soon as I arrive home, I jump in the shower and let the hot water pound my muscles and wash away all the unease. I’ve just slipped into my lounge pants when there’s a knock at the door. Walking over, I open the door and see a cheerfully happy Marlee. She has a Santa hat on her head, and she’s wearing denim jeans that look like they are painted on and a black sweater. In her hands is a brown paper bag that smells amazing, a six-pack of beer, and a super big smile that lights up her entire face, which sets my heart racing.
Without saying anything, I step toward her, wrap my arms around her waist, pull her to me, and press my lips against hers. She slides her tongue into my mouth and what started as a gentle kiss quickly turns heated. She pulls back, breathing deeply, and her cheeks are flushed.
“Hey there,” she breathlessly says.
“Hey,” I say back, grinning at her.
“Are you going to invite me in?”
“Shit, yeah sorry, please.” I step to the side and flick my hand inside indicating her to enter.
She walks past me and I’m assaulted with the smell of Chinese and Marlee’s perfume. I need to find what it is and stock up on it, as it's my most favorite smell in the world. My eyes drop to her sexy as sin denim-covered ass as she sashays into my apartment. My tongue darts out, suddenly I’m hungry…and not for Chinese.