Greyson

by Cassie Verano

  The thought made me slightly fearful and happy at once. Fearful, because I hoped I could live up to her expectations. Our worlds were so different. And happy, because she was willing to take a chance on me, and I had wanted that all along. I knew this wasn’t going to be a casual relationship. She wanted and deserved so much more than that. Truthfully, I needed much more than that. But was I ready for it?

  I leaned over and kissed her shoulder. Looking at our skin tones against each other, a contrast of light and dark brought a smile to my lips. My olive-colored complexion against her dark, coppery one that shone like a penny was a beautiful integration.

  My hand moved from underneath her breast, where I had been cupping it down to her belly, rubbing it up and down, before moving further south and gripping those lips. Giving them a slight tug.

  “Greedy, aren’t you?” she asked in a sleepy voice. It was so soft, almost like a whisper that had there been any other noise besides our breathing, I might have missed it.

  “I can’t get enough of you, my love,” I said, flipping her onto her back and hovering above her.

  “You’re gonna make me sore,” she said, rubbing her fingers beside mine, where they rested on her pussy.

  “Uh-uh, I’m just gonna turn you into a beast,” I said, interlocking our fingers and rubbing her fingers against herself.

  I watched with a coy smile as she allowed her lips to part slightly, and her eyes took on this intense look. She appeared to want to cry. I moved her hands faster, the friction creating more juice, and finally, I pulled her fingers away. I sucked one and then placed the other in her mouth.

  A little “o” of surprise rounded her lips, and then she moaned, sucking her fingers and closing her eyes. I continued to pleasure her with my own hand. And then as if caught in a bad act, her eyes popped open, and a naughty smile eased onto her lips. Moving my fingers, I gripped her thighs and opened them completely. I shoved my hot cock up inside of her to find that her pussy was wetter than I first realized and throbbing, almost begging to be beaten up.

  I couldn’t contain myself. Last night I had treated her gently each time we made love. But right now, with that naughty grin on her lips and those breasts leering at me the way they were, I just wanted to fuck the shit out of her. And that’s what I did.

  I pulled Nicole’s legs back as far as they would go, her feet touching the headboard. I pummeled her with my rod, faster and harder until I had her panting and screaming. I could only imagine how sweet that ass would be when I finally got her to agree to let me use that as my playground, too.

  But for now, I was content with sticking a finger or two inside of her ass, watching her go insane with pleasure. She could not speak, only gurgle unintelligible babblings that kept me grinning at her as I shoved my stick into her repeatedly. At one point, she began purring when I removed my fingers from her ass.

  “You like it like this, baby?” I asked, on my knees and pumping even faster than before.

  She shook her head rapidly up and down. “Yes, baby!”

  “Yes, baby, what? Tell me what you like, Nic?” I began swiveling my hips in circles, making sure I was coating my rod with all her sticky juices.

  “All thissss! Give it to me, Grey! Fuck me, baby!”

  I was shocked to hear those words coming from her prim mouth but turned on at the same time. I was going to give her what she wanted, and I held nothing back as I pushed and shoved and dug my meat into her hot waiting twat for the next several minutes. Trying another position on her, I pulled her up close to me and pulled out.

  “Mmm, don’t stop!” she begged in a drug-induced state of shock. I flipped her over, holding my arm around her waist and using my free hand to shove my rod inside of her.

  She buried her face into the pillow as I buried myself in her. I dug deeper and deeper. Before long, she was bouncing those two beautiful brown ass cheeks against my thighs. My balls slamming into her, making loud smacking noises as her pussy continued to coat my dick drove me insane. I smacked her ass, watching it jiggle, which made her buck against me harder.

  I couldn’t take anymore as her juices kept dripping, and the heat emanating from her pussy drove me insane. My body clenched just as hers did.

  “Nic, I can’t hold it, baby. Come on, give it all to me,” I begged. “Give it all.” That was the last statement I made before everything went black except for little colorful circles floating around my vision. There was a ringing in my ears that seemed to get louder. And then there it was. I was pulling my cock out of her pussy, just after she came. I blew my load all over her ass and used my cock to spread it around.

  She collapsed underneath me, and I fell on top of her, wrapping my arms around her.

  “That was sooo good,” she moaned.

  “Told you I’d turn you into a beast,” I teased, pressing a kiss against her sweaty nape. We lay that way for a moment before she muttered with her face pressed into the pillow.

  “What time is it?”

  “Just after six-forty-five,” I replied, glancing at the clock on the nightstand.

  “Oh no!” she cried out, moving under me.

  I clenched my embrace tighter, squirming against her and kissing her neck. “Where do you think you’re going, hmmm?”

  “Grey, I have to be at work at seven. I have an appointment with the flooring specialist today at eight at your hotel.”

  “A little birdie once told me that when you couldn’t make it to appointments that you were the lead on, she has to do it, and vice versa. Why don’t we call that little birdie up and ask her to step in for you today?”

  “I can’t do that, Grey!” she balked, still squirming.

  “Yes, you can. Tell her you had an important meeting with the boss, and he’s fed up with you for blowing him off for other appointments. Trust me, she’ll believe every word you say.”

  She giggled underneath me. “Oh, is that right?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” I muttered. “If you don’t call, I will,” I said, pressing my dick against her ass again. Just having her near me like this was driving me insane. I had never desired to be inside of the same woman this much. Not even my ex-wife when times were good. That thought caused me to go still for just a moment. I got up and walked towards the shower, calling out to her over my shoulder. “Hey, make that phone call, I’m going to take a cold shower.”

  “Why?” she asked, looking suggestively over her shoulder at me.

  “Because, if I don’t, you’re never leaving that bed today. Besides, I need to get some food in you. I make some mean chocolate chip pancakes and an award-winning spinach Spanish omelet.”

  “Good in bed and a man who can cook? I just might’ve hit the jackpot,” she laughed, reaching for her cellphone on the nightstand.

  I turned back briefly to glance at her, whispering under my breath. “Yes, you did, but so did I.” That woman had stolen my heart, and there was no giving it back.

  CHAPTER 12 – NICOLE (Two Weeks Later)

  I could not keep my mind on work. Whenever Greyson caught me alone in a room of the hotel, or the makeshift office he had carved out for me, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Not only his hands but on a couple of occasions, that glorious dick he had.

  Yes, he had bent me over the desk in his office and mine on a couple of occasions. We had even “tested” out one of the bedrooms that had been finished and was only waiting for the rest of the furniture. He had suggested the bed was all we needed, and he wanted to make sure it was a good fit for the services he wanted to offer his clients.

  The construction crew knew something was going on between us, because on a couple of occasions when I slipped from his office, some of them had been passing by wearing knowing grins. I had seen them tip their hats on occasion to Greyson, but he would frown and bark at them about having no work to do. They would scamper away and hurry off to busy themselves.

  He would send a mischievous look my way, and I had to fight hard to stop myself from blushing. It was his fault, a
fter all. Greyson never seemed to be pleased until I screamed out or moaned out his name in some manner. He had assured me he loved it when I was noisy.

  We were back and forth at one another’s homes on the weekends. I think if Greyson could have it his way, it would be the same during the week. We shared almost all our meals together anyway and barely spent time apart. Yet, when we parted at the hotel each night to return home, I went back to my space and sent him to his.

  Spending the night with him would have made me late every day. I drew the line because I knew there was no way that I could complete this project on time, and the opening of his hotel would have to be delayed if we couldn’t make the deadline. That was bad for business.

  Although he gave me the pitiful look of a child and begged and pleaded, I stood firm on my no. I explained to him that I could not function on no sleep and nights filled with sex. He disputed it, stating he couldn’t sleep for lack of sex. He claimed to be a sex-deprived man, but I wasn’t certain how that could be when we were screwing in the hotel every chance we got.

  “Nicole, Nicole!”

  “Huh?” I asked, pulling my gaze from the fabric book in front of me.

  My eyes met the chocolate scowling face of Jocelyn as she bent over my desk in front of me, one hand on her hip. It was a rare event that I was in the office these days as I spent so much time at GB Manor, as it was affectionately known.

  “I asked if you had returned the call from Piper Smith. She’s looking for us to do another redesign on her home, but she called asking specifically for you this time. She’s called three times in the last week, and it doesn’t look good for business if we can’t return calls to clients. Especially long-term ones like her that we can’t afford to lose. Would you please call her?” Jocelyn stated, stalking from my desk to the door.

  “I’ve been busy, Jos. But, yes, I’ll find time to call her.”

  “Look, I know that The Greyson Black Manor has been a demanding project, but we cannot afford to lose out on our long-term clients who have faithfully hired us, for some ritzy guy who breezes into town on a whim and takes a fancy to you and hires you on. It’s clients like Piper Smith who pay our bills. When this is over, then what, Nic? We can’t wait around on handouts. We have to take care of those who’ve taken care of us through the years.”

  I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head. Planting my hands on my desk, I rose. “You’ve got it wrong, Jos. I’m not trying to blow anyone off. We both know this demanding project has kept me tied up. Besides, he’s not just some ritzy guy who blew into town. Their family is a staple here in Savannah. They are planted here and have roots just like we do. They’re invested in this land, and he has committed to sending support our way after this project concludes.”

  Jocelyn turned around on her heels and started slowly stalking her way into the room. Her head tilted sideways; the dreads of her ponytail hung down to her waist. Her round, chocolate face was pulled back in a tight look of surprise.

  “What?” I asked, standing tall now, and folding my arms in front of me. I did not like that stare she was giving me. It felt as if she were reading me, and truth be told, she was.

  “You heffa!” she said, laughing and jabbing a finger at me.

  “Huh?”

  “You fucked him, didn’t ya?” Jocelyn’s eyes took on a knowing gleam, and the surprised smile on her face turned into shock.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jos.”

  I turned away from her and pretended to straighten the already straight books on my bookshelf behind me. My heartbeat sped up, and I felt like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

  “You’re fucking Greyson Black!” she laughed in surprise.

  “Watch your mouth!” I cried, turning around with a book in my hand, pointing it accusingly at her.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Prim. You’re making love with him, aren’t you?” she asked, still wearing that same expression of shock.

  “Not that I owe you anything, Jos, but what if I were? What’s that to you?”

  She stood up straight, her face changing from one of shock to concern as her lips turned down, and her eyes drew downward. The wrinkles in her forehead increased.

  “Then I would say you’re a bigger fool than I ever thought, Nic. Come on, don’t play yourself like that.”

  “What, messing with a client? Don’t do that, Jos. Let’s not even go there. You’ve messed with three, and one was married.”

  “Yes, but the final one became my husband. Anyway, they were all black men, and they all had something in common. We came from shared backgrounds.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. I did not like the way the conversation was turning. I expected so much more from my best friend, but she was starting to show a side I did not want to see.

  “That you need to stick with your own color, sweetie.”

  “I’m surprised at you, Jos. I never would’ve expected something like this from you. You’ve never been racist before, and you seem to now have something against mixed races but perhaps rich people, too? Or am I operating under false illusions?”

  I had made my way from behind my desk and now stood in front of her, looming over her by a few inches, my own arms crossed in front of me.

  “I’m just worried that he’s going to use you, and when this project is done, he’ll be on to the next best thing. I’ve read a lot about his brothers and how they operate. Him, too, for that matter. Although I admit, his slick ass has managed to stay out of the media and tabloids.”

  I shook my head, so disappointed by her attitude.

  “He’s not like that, Jos. You really should get to know people before you judge them. Besides, Grey and I talk about a lot.”

  “Oh, so it’s Grey now?” she said, her lips turning up into a sneer.

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Look, I just want the best for you, and I don’t think he’s it. I don’t want to see you get hurt, baby girl. You deserve nothing but the best, and I’m worried you’re just a diversion for him right now. Something to do while he’s bored and that once the project ends, so will you,” she said.

  “I’m not, Jos. You’ve been pushing me to date someone. Pushing me to open up to someone, and when I finally find him, you’ve got a problem with that?”

  She waved a hand at me. “Honestly, it’s not that. It’s him. He’s so damned arrogant, and I just don’t see him for you. You’re a passionate woman, and I’m worried that he’ll take that for granted. I’m not surprised he came on to you, you’re beautiful, smart, and talented. But hell, I expected you to check his arrogant ass if he did. You’re always about the business first. I just hope you didn’t waste your virginity on him.”

  “What if I did? What does it matter?”

  “Then I feel sad for you. You’re better than that. All the brothers that have come and gone, and you choose him. The hell is wrong with you, Nic?”

  I laughed at her. “Jos, just for the record, I’m a full-grown woman perfectly capable of taking care of herself. So, when I decide to give up the pooh-nanny to whomever, I decide to do so, I don’t need an approval committee first.”

  She looked me over and then said, “Girl, I’ve been your best friend from day one. His ass did a number on you. I’m glad you finally got you some, but don’t be surprised when you come running back with your shit in your hands, crying because he found someone better to give that dick to. But when he does, I’ll still be here, and I’ll have your back regardless.”

  She tilted her head slightly and lifted an eyebrow.

  “It won’t happen,” I said confidently.

  “I hope for your sake it doesn’t,” she replied, shaking her head and walked out of my office.

  I had nothing left to say. But I did politely pick my mouth up off the floor, closed it, and sent up a little whisper of prayer that she would not be right.

  CHAPTER 13 - GREYSON

  We were ahead of schedule by two weeks. Both Nicole and
I had been working our asses off when we weren’t screwing in some random alcove. The crew was excited when I gave them this Saturday off. It was the first Saturday they had free since the construction began. I needed it as much as they did.

  Heather had landed in town the evening before, and as I suspected, she was wacked out of her mind. Flying high as a kite, her rail-thin body was smaller than I had ever seen her. She looked to have lost at least thirty pounds since I last saw her, and it broke my heart.

  Despite the way she had been screwing her way through the modeling industry while married to me and had begun blowing through my money, I did not wish this on her. I did not love Heather anymore, but I did care for her welfare. I tried calling her mother, who only wanted to know when the next time Heather would be sending a check for her daughter, Kylie. Kylie was an infant and the product of one of Heather’s many sexcapades. I wasn’t so certain if she knew who the father was. I only knew it wasn’t me, but I promised her that I would send a check, and I did send money as soon as the call ended. I sent ten thousand hoping that would tide over an infant for a while. But what did I know?

  The next call was to her former agent, who wanted nothing to do with a “coke whore.” Lindsay Davis had tried everything to get Heather clean but swore as long as Claude-Jean was in Heather’s life, there was no saving Heather. My final call was to her best friend, Cindy. She, too, was angry with Heather and had wiped her hands clean of her. She stated that not only did Heather owe her five-thousand dollars, but she had walked in on her husband, fucking Heather. They had both sworn that was how Heather was repaying the five-thousand-dollar debt. She promised to kick her ass if she saw her any time soon.

  I sighed and dropped my head into my hands as I sat around my condo, waiting for Heather’s return. She had gone out on a photoshoot and should have been back a couple of hours ago. I had ordered a simple dinner of Thai, not really in a mood to go out.