Broken Enagement

by Gage Grayson

As soon as I’m within reach, she’s smoothing her hands up my chest. Reaching for my tie, she loosens it. “I think you’re a little overdressed now.”

  I can’t resist kissing her as she pulls my tie off and starts unbuttoning my shirt.

  Damn, her taste explodes in my mouth as our tongues explore each other. My mind goes ecstatically blank as my primal desire starts to take the wheel.

  Pulling away, I trap her tightly into my chest, running my hands down her back to grab her ass. I can see it perfectly in the mirror behind her.

  Grinding my cock against her soft skin, my pants have never felt like more of a fucking nuisance. Luckily, Macy’s already working on freeing me from all my clothes while my hands absorb the majestic shape of her masterpiece of an ass.

  These clothes can’t come off fast enough, though.

  Leaning back, she works on my pants and I kick off my shoes.

  I can’t wait any longer. I have to taste her.

  Grabbing the top of her underwear and pulling it down her legs, I immediately lean forward to lick her cunt.

  Spicy. Tangy. Perfect.

  When my tongue hits her, she immediately grabs my hair. “Oh, God!”

  “Mm,” I grind into her cleft with my tongue, taking long, firm strokes. Heavenly.

  I want more.

  Standing up, I strip off my underwear and socks before lifting her on the vanity. Keeping her butt on the edge, I spread her legs as she leans back on the glass.

  “I’ve dreamed about spreading your thighs.” She smiles seductively, and I watch her swallow. “I wanted to taste you again so bad. That makes this, right now, my dream come true.”

  I pull a stocking-covered leg over my left shoulder and link my right arm behind her ass.

  Spreading her labia with my left hand, I expose even more of her to me. Using my thumb, I pull back her hood.

  She’s dripping as her petals open to me. I blow lightly, and she starts to squirm.

  Instinctively, her leg around me tightens and draws me in.

  Smelling her, tasting her…It’s intoxicating.

  She tenses hard, back arching. Her legs hug me, but I keep her open to my onslaught.

  “Aaron…oh Aaron. Please! Yes!” Her hips are rocking against my face as she pleads with me.

  I’ve never heard anything sweeter than her breathless voice calling my name. Fuck, I want to be inside her.

  Fingers will have to do. Sliding my thumb inside her makes my hard cock so jealous.

  But it’s all it takes, and she explodes with a tightening of her entire body.

  “Ahh, ah, fuck!” Her pussy finally relaxes enough for me to slide out my thumb and give her clit one last kiss for good measure.

  She jerks and laughs. “I’m sorry! I pulled out some hair.”

  I look up to see her holding her hands out to me and, sure enough, she did. A few short strands are between her fingers.

  “Good thing I’m not losing my hair yet.” I can’t resist teasing her. “I didn’t feel a thing. Not there anyway.”

  My hands stray to her nipples. “Let’s take that shower. Remember?”

  Her laughter echoes in the tiled bathroom. She’s already dropping her bra and reaching down to roll off her stockings.

  I’ve never seen anything fucking hotter.

  Holding the shower door open, she steps ahead of me. My cock bobs in front, begging for attention.

  She knows.

  Once we’re in, she turns around to pull me into a kiss.

  Her warm hands circle my cock with precision and start stroking with long, perfect tugs that make my balls tingle and tighten.

  Pulling away from her kiss, I can’t help but plead, “Wait, baby.” I grab her hand on my throbbing cock to still her.

  “I want to be in you. I need to be in you.”

  Her body is so beautiful, wet and glistening. I could explode just looking at her.

  “I have a plan.”

  Winking at me, she just shakes her head and smiles.

  “Look.” I point out through the glass wall to the mirror where our reflection perfectly displays her stunning body.

  Gently, I take her left leg and prop it up on the built-in tile seat.

  She laughs and then arches her back in a pinup-like pose that brings my dick to peak desperation.

  Fuck. I need to hurry.

  I snatch down the shower wand and quickly flip through the settings. There’s a pulse mode that will work perfectly.

  Score.

  Moving the wand to the front of her body, I crowd behind her. My cock hones right in on her wetness, sliding between her legs and making her twitch.

  Lining myself up, I gently breach her while positioning the wand’s spray on her clit.

  She tightens immediately, making it hard to slide in any further.

  “Damn. You feel incredible.”

  Tweaking her left nipple with my fingers, I circle her clit with the warm spray while rocking gently into her.

  We’re looking at each other in the mirror.

  I’m not a superstitious man, but I’m starting to worry about how the mirror is holding up. There’s no chance in hell that mirror ever reflected a scene worth a fraction of the blazing heat radiating from both of us. Just looking at the reflection, I feel like I’m about to fucking melt, but the mirror holds strong.

  Macy has one hand on the glass as she rocks back and forth, gradually allowing me inside her.

  For those first few moments, my mind clears again, and time slows almost to a standstill. I hear both our moans echoing softly.

  As we adjust to the overbearing pleasure, we both start moving more freely. As Macy’s movements become more aggressive, she also relaxes in a way that lets me go in completely.

  I stop, balls deep, and grind against her, pushing her tits against the glass.

  Her moans are escalating as I bottom out and grind. “Are you close, baby?”

  “Yes,” she gasps as she pushes against me.

  “How’s the spray?” I’m hovering in just one spot.

  “Perfect—but quit talking and start fucking.” Her free hand grabs my ass and yanks me in deeper.

  “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say, ma’am,” I tease as I pull out slowly to slam back into her.

  Starting slow, I pick up the pace. It soon becomes clear that I just need to keep up with her. She’s insatiable, so tight and perfect that I don’t want it to end.

  “Yes, Aaron. Yes. Just like that.” Her words are starting to tip me over the edge as I feel myself tense and harden even more.

  “Fuck, yeah, Macy.”

  Her face reflects a feeling of gorgeous, heavenly bliss as she comes, and I’m getting so goddamn close hearing her yell wildly and seeing her toss back her hair.

  She tightens, she twitches, and I hold on as long as I can, which at the moment is not long at all as I explode with a force that takes me by surprise—along with the rolling swells of gratification that slowly flood my entire body as I groan uncontrollably and start losing coordination.

  When I come to, I realize she’s flattened against the glass, watching me in the mirror.

  “Fuck me! I’m sorry if I was too rough.” I straighten back slowly and pull her flush against my chest.

  I’m relieved when she starts laughing. It feels incredible on my cock and I can’t help joining in.

  “No, it was perfect. I was just keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn’t have a heart attack.” She smirks and winks.

  I love this woman.

  39

  Macy

  I can’t stop smiling.

  From the night I lost my virginity to Aaron, I kept convincing myself that there’s no way this could possibly get any better.

  And I’m always wrong.

  Still smiling, I clasp my chest dramatically, teasing him as he lathers up some soap under the warm spray.

  Not only does it keep getting better and better, but we’re only just getting started.

  Wiggling his ey
ebrows up and down, he rubs his hands together maniacally. “Do you want to stand under the spray or sit down while I wash you?”

  “Hmm,” Tapping my lips with my index finger, I pretend to consider before leaping the two feet over to him. “I’m here.” Rubbing my tits on his arm, I hug him from the side.

  Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me tightly to his chest and leans in to kiss me.

  It keeps getting better, and we’re just getting started. Is it any wonder I’m smiling so much?

  Slowly, tenderly, he licks and sucks on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth and making me swoon.

  Yes, it’s ridiculous.

  But as his arms loosen, he starts stroking my back and migrating down to knead my butt. I just want to climb on him.

  “Let me wash you,” he whispers as he pulls back. Gently, he tugs me under the spray and picks up the soap to lather his hands again.

  Starting with my neck, he slowly works his soapy hands across my skin.

  Starting at my neck, he circles down methodically onto my arms and continues down to my hands.

  Pausing, he steps closer, and reaches his arms around me.

  Rubbing my neck and going down my back, he works his sturdy, masculine hands into any tension he comes across.

  When he reaches my butt, he circles back up to soap his hands up again and then kisses me lightly on the lips before kneading and caressing my breasts.

  “Have I told you how much I adore your chest?” Pulling my nipples lightly, they pucker immediately, begging for more attention.

  “No. I don’t believe so.” I push my tits out to smoothen the transition for whatever Aaron has in store next.

  Caressing the areas just around my nipples with his lips and tongue, Aaron is demonstrating his adoration in a way that could only be clearer if he stopped fucking teasing and got around to using his remarkable tongue on my nipples.

  Which he does next, starting on the left and staying there as my eyes roll back at the wonderful intense sensation.

  Then, he moves on to my right nipple.

  I still cannot stop smiling.

  He then circles his hands down, massaging a slow, steady path down my chest, all the way to my stomach, lingering for a few seconds; then another few seconds, teasing me, letting the anticipation build as I protest.

  “Come on!”

  Aaron laughs, and moves down leisurely.

  When he reaches my cunt, he slowly works his hand between my legs, parting my folds and honing right in on my clit. “How is it?”

  “Perfect. Happy.” I circle his neck and kiss his lips gently. “I’ll rinse and then it’s my turn.”

  Snagging the shower spray, he holds it up like a gun. “I’ve got it.”

  “I see you do.” I’m giggling as he slowly works his way around my shoulders and neck and then runs his hands slowly behind the spray.

  The spray has migrated down to my pussy where he’s rubbing and working his fingers inside me. His cock has perked up and I reach out to stroke him along to the rhythm he’s setting with his fingers inside me.

  “Let me clean you up now. Why don’t you sit down?” Motioning to the bench, he reluctantly lets go of me.

  Backing up a foot, he sits, spreading his legs and pulling me in closer and in between them.

  “This is perfect.” He smiles and leans for my tits, which happen to be at eye level. I step back and grab the soap.

  “Yes, you are perfect.” I start by rubbing the soap along his shoulders.

  Taking my time, I use both my hands to move down his arms and back up to his chest.

  Dropping his head back, he smiles at me as I slowly work the tense muscles along his pecs and admire his cut chest.

  I know right where I’m heading and I’m getting impatient with myself. But he’s spent a few minutes on me and I want him to feel as relaxed as I do.

  As I get closer to his cock, he is definitely just as happy to see me, and he rises to the occasion.

  I can’t help rubbing against him and he encourages me by pulling me in tighter, sucking a nipple and trying to distract me.

  It feels fabulous naturally, but there’s something I want in my mouth and he keeps side-tracking me.

  Pulling away, I drop to my knees and take his cock in both hands. Grasping the base, I lean in to lick the tip, never breaking eye contact. He breathes with his mouth, as I draw him into my mouth and circle the head with my tongue.

  “Mmmm.” Exactly as I remember.

  Reaching for my face, he slowly strokes my hair back and gently moves his fingers on my scalp.

  He feels hard but silky as I tighten the seal and begin working him slowly further inside my mouth, all the while cupping his balls.

  Gradually, I work him back into my throat while tightening my fingers and pumping with my hand. I enjoy his moaning as he hits the back of my throat.

  Keeping him in deep, I swallow and pump. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me and when I begin to deep throat him, both his hands come to my head.

  “Oh, Macy. Oh, baby…Oh, God.” He’s starting to tilt his hips, pressing deeper and I feel his balls tightening in my hand.

  “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” I moan around him, adding some vibration to tip him over the edge.

  “Fuck. Baby...here I come.” Tensing, he noticeably hardens even more before he explodes in my mouth. He shoots down the back of my throat as I swallow.

  So. Fucking. Good.

  It’s perfect. I can’t get enough as I slow my pumping.

  His head drops back against the tiles as he slumps. Spent.

  Licking the last of his cum off his cock as he softens, he watches me with lazy eyes and a contented smile.

  “Damn, Macy. You rock my world.” His praise makes me laugh.

  “You like?” I ask coyly. Batting my eyelashes, I lean in to kiss his chest.

  “You have no idea.” His breathless answer tells me all I need to know. “I was so tempted to pull you off and fuck you against the shower wall. You have no idea. I kept thinking, in another couple of seconds. But you sucked it right out of me.”

  Standing up, I lean over him to straddle his legs on the bench. “I’d like to try sex on a bed next.”

  “True. We do have the night to use the bed. Are you sure that won’t be too boring for you?” Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls my cunt down to his softening cock.

  “Well, once I’ve done it in a bed a few times, I’ll let you know if I think I’m bored with it.” Smiling, I lean down to take his lips in another passionate kiss.

  He pulls away with a puzzled look.

  “Wait, are you saying you’ve never had sex in a bed?” His voices rises with incredulity at the end of the sentence.

  “Yes.” My short answer just adds to the hilarious yet endearing confusion on his face.

  “I’m almost afraid to ask, but don’t be offended.” Putting some space between us, he holds his hands up in front of himself defensively. “It doesn’t matter, of course, but how is that possible?”

  “What do you mean, how is that possible?”

  It starts out as playful, a tease, but as I hear myself say the words, I start to feel actual indignation.

  Why is that so unbelievable? But, I decide to cut him some slack by letting the question slide and asking another.

  “We haven’t done it in a bed yet. Is it because it’s too boring for you? Too vanilla, as they say?”

  Maybe he’s into something kinkier, more interesting than what we’ve been doing, even. If that’s the case, I think I can handle it. I’ve really enjoyed everything we’ve done so far. But, I can tell he’s still caught up with that last revelation, and he confirms it with the next question.

  “Are you saying that when we had sex on the island, that it was your first time?” There’s more than just confusion on his face—there’s something approaching shock.

  “Why, yes, I am.” I grab his face and kiss his lips gently.

  He’s turned to stone under m
e.

  “Don’t act so surprised.”

  I thought he would be smug, somehow. Or cocky about it, for whatever reason.

  Instead, he pulls me in and hugs me tightly. His voice in my ear is filled with regret.

  “Oh, Macy. I had no idea.”

  “Yes, I was hoping you didn’t. That’s what I planned.” Duh.

  Pulling back, he cups my face. “But why? I could have been gentler. We could have done it in that massive, soft bed…”

  “Don’t be a dummy,” I interrupt. “It was perfect. Intense. Passionate.” Kissing him, I pull away an inch. “Ineffable. Undeniable.”

  Looking into my eyes, he stares at me hard as his jaw tightens.

  Standing with me in his arms, I wrap my legs around him, clinging to his wet body with my own.

  Stopping the shower, with one hand, he steps out and marches into the bedroom.

  “Where are we going?”

  Dropping me on the bed, he follows me to the mattress, framing me in his arms.

  “To rectify this great injustice immediately, of course!” Our wet bodies rub together perfectly, and I can feel his hardening cock brush against my pussy.

  He kisses me and all thoughts float away as I succumb to the barrage of passion.

  40

  Aaron

  And I thought one fucking guy with no camera from Variety was bad enough. A million cameras, maybe fucking literally, pointing their flashbulbs at us all at once as numerous shouted questions fly at as from all directions is a whole lot worse.

  We’re more than used to it by now—we fucking feed off this. It reminds us of that first night at Radio City.

  Working her way down the line of photogs, Macy blows a kiss to one camera, looking so good doing it with her mahogany red lipstick and chocolate brown leather gloves, sticking her tongue out at the next and then just giving the finger to the growing crowd of paps trying to get an exclusive shot.

  What I call our first night at Radio City, I’m talking about more than just the premiere of Believers—as I’ve taken to calling it—I mean it fucking literally.

  That night is now our anniversary. Macy still likes to acknowledge it every month by giving me a plush stuffed coconut.