False Security

by Evan Grace

  My mom thinks it’s because I watched her drown in grief when my father was killed—maybe it is, and because of that I’ve shied away from serious relationships. Either way, I’ve just never had the desire to settle down. Of course I’m not thinking about settling down with Shayla, but I’m drawn to her.

  I know she’s drawn to me too, and we owe it to ourselves to see if there’s anything there—sexual or emotional. She’s got a child—a small child that doesn’t seem to like me much, but from what the other guys in the office said he didn’t really talk to them either. They said he seemed skittish.

  Today I’ve cleaned my apartment from top to bottom. I got my mom’s recipe for baked ziti and then went to the store. Besides those ingredients, I also got garlic bread, salad, and then cheesecake for dessert. If I have it my way, I’ll be eating the cheesecake off Shayla’s naked body tonight.

  In my bedroom, I check the nightstand and see the unopened box of condoms I bought—Magnum, of course. I change the sheets on my bed—not because I’ve fucked anyone in it, because I don’t bring women here—but because she’s staying all night and I want her to be comfortable. I even stocked some bath bombs, hoping that I can get her to soak in my Jacuzzi tub with me.

  When I head back into the living room, I take a big whiff—the ziti smells amazing. The garlic bread is wrapped in foil, and the salad is tossed. I wanted to pick up her up, but she adamantly refused to let me.

  My thoughts are interrupted when the buzzer sounds, signaling that Shayla is here. I press the button to unlock the door downstairs, then open my front door just as I hear the elevator ding. The moment she steps off I want to swallow my tongue. She’s in jeans that are molded to her shapely legs. Her top is a fitted blue t-shirt that showcases her beautiful tits and hourglass figure.

  Her brown hair is down in sleek strands, and her makeup is light. She walks slowly toward me, looking unsure—probably because I’m staring at her like a creeper. Shayla stops right in front of me. “Hey.” Her voice is soft.

  “Hi. Come in.” I want to maul her right now, but instead, when she steps inside I kiss her softly on the cheek. “Let me give you the tour, and I’ll take this.” I grab her bag, and we first walk into the living room.

  “I’ve tried to make it look more domesticated in here for my sister. But they would’ve revoked my man card if I didn’t get a huge flat-screen, and that’s the only reason why I have it.” I give her a cheeky grin.

  “Yes, I’m sure they would’ve taken it and kicked you right out.” She walks over to the sliding door that leads out to my little balcony. “Wow, this view is incredible.” I step behind her and take it all in.

  “Thanks. That’s why I rented this place. Sometimes when I’ve had a shitty day, I’ll sit outside, drink a beer, and just chill. Come on, let’s finish the tour.” I show her Gretchen’s room.

  “You did this for her?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I wanted her to feel comfortable when she’s here.” She steps in and looks around. Gretchen’s daybed is against the far wall and covered in a shitload of lavender, from the pillows to the fucking dust ruffle. A white desk sits in front of the window, covered with pictures.

  Shayla walks over to it and picks up a picture frame. I move until I’m standing with my front snug to her back, and rest my hands on her shoulders. “That was her second birthday.” Gretchen is sitting on my shoulders in her little purple dress, and her cake-covered hands were gripping my hair. “She got the icing in my ears.”

  Shayla looks up at me and smiles widely. “That is the sweetest picture I’ve ever seen. I can tell how much she loves you, and you love her. How old were you here?”

  “Eighteen, and she was my shadow. It killed me when I left for boot camp, and I hated being away from her. My mom says it was hard on Gretch too.” The night I left flies through my mind. My sister wouldn’t leave my side and cried her little heart out when it was time for her to go to bed.

  I picked her up to hug her, and then she screamed and clung to me until I started to cry. I ended up sleeping in her bed with her clinging to me.

  Shayla puts a hand to her heart. “Awww…that breaks my heart for you guys.” She puts the picture down and picks up the one of me in my dress blues where Gretchen is standing next to me with her arms around my waist. “You were very handsome in your uniform.”

  I won’t tell her that I tagged a lot of ass because of that uniform. “Thanks, babe.” She sets the picture down and follows me out of the bedroom. I show her the hallway bathroom, and then lead her to my bedroom. Again she glances around and sees my king-size bed, which is covered in the softest, most expensive sheets I’ve ever bought. They’re the color of eggplant and buttery soft as soon as you slide under them; the duvet cover is a dove gray that my mom bought for me.

  The bed sits on a platform made of wood painted a darker gray. My chest of drawers and dresser are both the same color. In the corner of the room sits a tall full-length mirror. The thought of fucking Shayla from behind as I watch us in its reflection makes my dick twitch.

  I set her bag on the floor in front of my closet. In the en suite, I show her the glass shower and the huge tub. “I’m hoping to get you in that, later.” Shayla’s body does a full shudder; I bury my face in her neck and kiss her delicate skin.

  Before I can do anything else, the timer calls out from the kitchen. She follows me out and I have her sit at the kitchen table. I pull the ziti from the oven and it looks delicious. Quickly, I toss the garlic bread into the oven before pulling out the salad.

  When I’m finally sitting down, we’re quiet as we fill our plates. I love that she’s not shy and takes a healthy portion of the ziti and a big piece of garlic bread. Shayla moans around each bite of the ziti and my dick is trying to punch a hole through my denim.

  She catches me staring, and her cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. “Sorry, it’s really, really good.”

  “Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re enjoying the food. I’d love to take credit for the recipe, but it’s my mom’s.” I take a huge bite of my garlic bread, and even I can’t help but moan around the wad in my mouth. “Fuck, this is amazing.”

  After we eat, she insists on cleaning up. I compromise and side by side we get the leftovers packaged up, the counters wiped down, and the dishwasher loaded and running. She grabs herself another glass of wine, and I grab myself a beer.

  In the living room, we sit together on the couch and watch John Wick: Chapter Two. I was surprised when she suggested it, but it’s entertaining, and we’re both into it. By the time the movie is over, I’ve got Shayla on my lap snuggled against me.

  What happens next surprises the fuck out of me. She pushes against my chest until she’s swinging one leg over, straddling me. I don’t move and let her do whatever it is that she wants to do to me. She can’t miss my erection that she’s sitting snuggly on. My hips want to thrust up, but I use my self-control and hold myself very still.

  Shayla grabs my face and slowly lowers her mouth to mine. She begins kissing me with a gentle glide of her lips. As she begins to deepen the kiss, she begins to move against me. I almost forgot how good of a kisser she is. Shayla licks the seam of my lips and continues to rock against me.

  I open my mouth to her, and our tongues dance. Her unique flavor explodes on my tongue, and then I can’t hold back any longer. I cradle the back of her head, holding her hair in a tight grip, and then take control of the kiss. She whimpers into my mouth. I let go of her hair and then find the hem of her shirt. When I slide my hands under the material, I find her skin is warm and soft.

  I feel her nipples harden when I cup her breasts through her bra. I pinch them, and Shayla’s back arches as she cries out. After pulling her shirt up and off I bend down, wrapping my lips around the hardened bud through the silky material. She whimpers as I nip it with my teeth. I pull down the cups of her bra and moan. Her nipples are so pink and hard. My tongue swirls around and around, then I suck it into my mouth and suckle while she grips my h
air.

  “Oh yes, just like that,” she moans, rocking harder against my dick. I need to be inside her—like now.

  “Hold on to me, baby.” She lets out a squeal but clings to me like a spider monkey.

  Carrying her into my room, I climb onto my bed and then lay her down. Fuck me, she’s beautiful spread out on my bed. Her hair fans out across my pillow. I peel off my t-shirt, and then pull her bra off before attacking her lips again. This time it’s a wild gnashing of lips, tongues, and teeth. I feel her legs wrap around my hips.

  Her breasts rub against my chest as I roll my hips, rubbing my aching cock again her jeans-covered pussy. The desire to taste her overpowers me, and I begin my descent down her body. I grab both of her tits, pushing them together before sucking one into my mouth, then the other. When I nip both nipples, she cries out and it’s like music to my ears.

  I kiss down her slightly rounded belly as I unbutton her jeans. As I work her jeans and panties off, I inhale the scent of her arousal and my dick gets even harder. Once she’s naked from the waist down, I stand up and shuck my jeans off. I’m going commando, so there are no boxers to take off.

  I get on the end of the bed on my knees and stare down at her. She’s a wet dream, and I can’t wait to stick my cock inside her. “Spread your legs and show me your pussy. I want to see how wet you are.”

  Shayla bites her lip, and I wait with bated breath to see what she’s going to do. After what feels like forever, she bends her knees and spreads her legs. My mouth waters as I look at her very wet, pink folds. I move closer, grabbing the backs of both of her thighs. I push them back to give me a better view.

  “First, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

  I lie on my stomach and lean forward, taking one long swipe over her cunt. Immediately I moan as her flavor explodes on my tongue. With each pass of my tongue, she gets more and more wet. Her cries make me feast on her more. I use my thumbs to open her more and more to me, and begin to fuck her with my tongue.

  I rub her throbbing clit, and then thrust two fingers inside of her. That’s all it takes before she cries out, her channel tightening on my fingers and trying to suck them deeper into her body. She’s so fucking wet her body makes squelching sounds as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her.

  When the ripples finally stop, I pull them from her body, and while she watches, I lick her cum from my fingers. I move until I’m hovering above her—if I would just lower my hips, my dick would be right at her entrance. Instead, I take a finger that’s covered in her juices and paint her lips with it.

  A groan slips past my lips as she sucks the digit into her mouth. I need to kiss her, so I pull the digit from her mouth and, in an easy glide, begin to kiss her like my life depends on it. She wraps one hand around my shoulder and the other around my dick. Slowly, she pumps it up and down.

  My balls begin to tingle, so I pull back slightly. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

  “Yes, please.” She licks at my lips, and I blindly reach out, grabbing the box of condoms. Shayla takes the box from me and quickly opens it, taking one foil packet out and then ripping it open.

  With deft fingers, she slides the condom on then helps guide me to her opening. The crown of my cock is resting just inside of her. She’s so hot, and so wet, but before I begin pushing inside of her, I grab her arms. I shackle both wrists with one hand—it puts her breasts in the perfect position for me to give her nipples a quick suck before thrusting inside her until my balls rest against her ass.

  She cries out as her pussy spasms around my thick length, and it’s music to my ears. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight, and you feel like heaven.”

  Once I know she’s adjusted to my length, I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back inside. I let go of her wrists and she grips my shoulders as I roll my hips, driving my dick deeper inside of her. Grabbing her thighs, I open her further to my punishing thrusts.

  “Do you like that, baby?” I let go of one of her thighs and grab onto the headboard. With each thrust I hit her clit and feel her walls clench around me.

  “Oh God, yes. Fuck me hard,” she moans.

  I get up on my knees and wrap her legs around my waist before pulling her up so we’re chest to chest. I begin bouncing her up and down on my cock. “Kiss me,” I groan, and she obliges me. Of course our kiss is just moaning into each other’s mouths. “Are you going to come like a good girl?”

  “Yes…You feel so good inside me. Oh shit!” She begins to come violently; her body shakes and shudders and I can feel her juices wetting my groin. While she’s still coming, I put her on her back and begin pounding into her so violently that I should be concerned that I’m hurting her.

  When I begin to come, I bury my face in her neck, groaning as my cum fills the condom. My breathing slows, and Shayla rubs her hands up and down my back. She whimpers as I pull my softening cock out of her.

  Shayla gives me a dopey grin, and I lean down to kiss her lips. “Let me get rid of this. I’ll be right back.”

  I climb out of bed and head into the en suite to get rid of the rubber, use the toilet, and wash my hands. Back in the bedroom, I find Shayla right where I left her. Why does she look so right in my bed? I shake the thought off and climb in beside her. I situate us so that we’re both under the covers and she’s practically lying on top of me, and I like it.

  “Get some rest, sweetheart—I haven’t even begun to get my fill yet.”

  Chapter Ten

  Shayla

  My eyes flutter open, and I roll over finding Erik’s side of the bed empty. The scent of bacon wafts in through the open bedroom door, and my stomach immediately growls. Throwing back the covers, I moan as I sit up. My muscles ache, and I swear my vagina hurts.

  I’ve never had that much sex in one night. After the first time, we lay there for about ten minutes before my hand began to wander. His dick was hard before I even reached it. Before I had time to think about it, he’d flipped me so I was on top of him with my face hovering over his dick. I grabbed it at the base and licked the purple crown.

  I moaned around it as I felt him lick my pussy. I should’ve been embarrassed by the position we were in, but instead I began to suck his dick harder, and faster. He moaned against me, and I felt it all the way to my clit. It didn’t last long because again he flipped us around until I was straddling him. He quickly sheathed himself and then lowered me onto his cock.

  Riding him while he sucked my nipples brought me to orgasm so fast that I couldn’t even make a sound, but I know Erik felt it when I came because he groaned against my breasts. “Jesus, you’re squeezing the fuck out of my dick, baby. You’re soaking me.” He followed me and grabbed my hips, holding me firmly down on him.

  That’s how it went until about five in the morning when we both finally passed out.

  Gingerly I climb out of bed, grab his shirt off the floor, and pad into his bathroom. After using the toilet, I wash my hands and brush my teeth. I make my way into the kitchen and find Erik at the stove in a pair of flannel pants that sit low on his hips.

  God he’s big, I think to myself. He turns around and gives me a smile so sweet that it makes my heart flutter in my chest. Erik holds his hand out to me, and I don’t even think twice. I place my small hand in his large one. He pulls me close and kisses my lips gently. “Good morning, baby. How’d you sleep?”

  “Good, when I slept.” I get up on my tiptoes and press another kiss to his chin. “But it was worth it.”

  He plates our breakfast: scrambled eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. As I dig in, Erik places a hand on my arm. “What time do you have to be back to Grant?”

  “Probably by noon.” I want to spend some time with him before the new week starts.

  He nods. “I’ll take you home when you’re ready.”

  We clean up after breakfast and then soak in his big tub together. He knows I’m sore, so all we do is kiss, and he uses his fingers on me until I co
me. I didn’t really think it was possible to come this much, but he’s proving me wrong.

  Once we’re out of the tub we get dressed—him in jeans and a t-shirt that molds to his body, and me in leggings and an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. I pack my things in my bag, and before I can sling it over my shoulder, Erik grabs it then grabs my hand and walks me out to the living room.

  He slips on tennis shoes, and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen him in them before. Hand in hand, we head out. The music playing from his radio is the only sound that can be heard as we make our way toward my place.

  When we pull up, there’s a spot in front of my building. Erik throws the car into park and turns toward me. “I don’t want to leave you yet, but I know you’re wanting to spend time with your boy.”

  I know I should thank him for last night, get out of his SUV, and go get my boy, but something tells me I should invite him to spend time with us. The more positive male role models in Grant’s life, the better. “Would you like to hang out with us today? We’re probably just going to watch movies and maybe order some takeout.”

  He smiles widely at me. “I’d love to hang out with you guys.”

  We get out and make our way to my door. I let us into my place, praying that it’s not a total pigsty. Lucifer greets us at the door and winds his way around Erik’s legs. I take my bag into my bedroom and leave it on my bed.

  Back in the living room, I find Erik sitting in the corner of the couch with Lucifer next to him. “I’ll be right back—I’m going to go get Grant.”

  “I’ll wait right here, babe.” He nods, and I make my way up to Luna and Rocco’s place.

  Before I even knock, Luna is opening the door wearing the biggest smile on her face. She grabs my arm, pulling me into her apartment. “I need details,” she whispers.