17. Rae
Rae
I’ve been humming my new song all day, every day. That’s when I know I’ve got it. Especially when it’s actually consumed enough of my mind that I haven’t thought about anything else for at least a couple hours at a time.
I’ve also managed to sleep a few hours a night. I’d call that a win.
I get a notification that someone is at my front door, and I don’t know why I’m immediately worried about who it could be.
My security has a list of people they automatically approve, which is anyone I consider family, but they always let me know they’re coming over.
No one has said anything to me, so my mind goes back to whoever sent me the flowers.
There’s a knock at my front door on my way to it. I open it tentatively, and squeal when I’m pushed back inside. A hand flies out to my jaw, tilting my head up while I’m pushed against the wall as the door is kicked shut.
I don’t even have time to register what’s happening until I’m completely crowded against the wall by a large man. It only takes a couple seconds for me to recognize who it is. And when his lips meet mine, I grip onto his sweatshirt, holding him tightly against me, humming into his kiss.
He breaks us apart before I’m ready, but keeps his grip on my jaw.
Grayson smiles. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I admit breathlessly. “You weren’t supposed to be back until later today.”
“I wanted to surprise you.” He moves us away from the wall, pushing me further into my house, and I follow without any resistance.
“Well it worked. Now what are you doing?”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
“I mean I am pretty great, so that makes sense,” I tease.
“You are, but after our little video call I really couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He continues to walk forward, while I try not to trip over my feet walking backwards. “Every time I close my eyes I see how beautiful you look with your head thrown back as you come.”
My cheeks heat, but he won’t let me go.
“I need to know how it looks when you come on my cock.”
I gasp at the same time I’m lightly pushed back on my couch. My thighs clench and I want to touch him so badly. I reach out toward him, yanking at the waistband of his sweatpants to push them down. He’s not the only one that hasn’t been able to stop thinking about our conversation.
Grayson tilts my chin up to look at him, and I give him a pleading look. “I want to know what you taste like, please.”
“Fuck, Sunshine. Like I could say no to that.”
I push his pants the rest of the way down, freeing his cock that bobs in front of me, already so hard it’s sticking straight at me. He’s even bigger than I anticipated. His large hands around himself were so different. When I take him in my fist it doesn’t even compare.
Sticking my tongue out I lick the tip, and hum, already wanting more. I do it again, this time flicking my tongue just under the head and Grayson moans loudly, sliding his hand through my hair to the back of my head. “You’re going to kill me aren’t you, baby?”
I run my tongue around the head before sucking him into my mouth, barely able to fit much of his length in, but I try. Pulling back, I try again, taking more of him this time and hollowing my cheeks as I suck hard.
I hum around him, especially at the groan he lets out and I like the noises he’s making to encourage me. I want him vocal, to talk me through it, moan, groan, whimper. I want all of it.
I pull back again, then move forward and slide my hand along him to meet the spot my lips reach on him. I feel how wet I already am, my arousal causing a heartbeat between my legs, and my hips undulate on their own trying to find some friction.
“Sucking my dick make you wet, Sunshine?” Grayson asks, and I let out a soft whine at his filthy words.
Nodding around him, I continue to suck him harder and take more of him into my mouth.
“Touch yourself for me. I want you to be ready for me and I need you soaked.”
Closing my eyes, I pull back and look up at him. “I already am.”
“Show me.”
Just like our video call, I push my hand into my shorts, swiping through my arousal and raising my fingers up to show him. Immediately he grabs my wrist, and brings it to his mouth. He sucks them so hard it’s almost painful.
“Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be,” he practically growls. “Now I need you to get naked, because if I don’t fuck you in the next two minutes I might completely lose it.”
I smirk, scooting back on the soft couch. “Hm, think we should test that out?”
I pull my shirt off, baring myself to him completely for the first time. My nipples tighten under his gaze, and I arch up already wanting him to touch me.
“No, I think you need to tell me if there’s anything you don’t want me to do. Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
I roll my lips together, pushing his sweatshirt off, baring his muscular chest to me. “Good, then don’t.”
Grayson leans down, holding my chin, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
I nod, eagerly. “Yes, please. I want you.”
He picks me up suddenly, and I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct before turning us so he’s sitting on the cushions while I straddle him.
“I want you too. I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he admits.
Leaning forward, I press my mouth to his, nipping at his bottom lip. “Then I think we wasted too much time.”
He pulls at my shorts. “Take these off.”
I run my hand along his chest, my fingers gliding over the indents of muscle there.
I’ve known he’s muscular, but he never wears anything that shows just how muscular he really is.
His body looks like it was sculpted from stone, honed from years of hockey playing and working out.
He’s not overly bulky, just strong and glorious.
As my hands slide down lower, I back off his lap, standing in front of him to strip the last piece of clothing I have on.
Pushing my shorts down, he watches, his eyes following my hands pushing them down.
The fabric makes a soft thud as it hits the floor and he takes his glasses off, setting them to the side then grabbing for me.
I resist for only a moment. “Put them back on,” I instruct.
“What?”
“Your glasses. I like when you wear them.”
He looks surprised. “You do?”
Nodding, I lean over to grab them and put them back on his face. I smile, moving my hand down to trace along his jaw. “That’s better.”
He grabs the back of my neck, yanking me forward, crashing our mouths together roughly. His tongue invades my mouth with a groan. His grip on my hair tightens at my scalp, the pain mixing with pleasure causes my hips to thrust, seeking him out. Needing more. Desperate for more.
“Grayson,” I moan against his lips.
“Sunshine,” he groans back, and I melt even more. I used to hate the name he gave me. I thought it was ridiculous, but right now I don’t think I’ve ever loved a nickname more. Which may seem silly, but everything about this moment feels so…right.
Except one thing. Because for a moment I have a fleeting thought about if Asher was here. What would that look like? For all of us?
I kiss Grayson harder to push the thought away. This is not the time to think about that. This is giving into the man I’ve wanted for so long, my best friend, and it’s finally happening. I don’t want to wait anymore.
Reaching down between us, I grip his cock, moving my hand over him once, twice before lifting up and angling him at my entrance. He breaks our kiss, but holds me in place, keeping our eyes locked.
“Keep your eyes on me.” His voice is full of grit and I start to sink down. Moaning at the initial stretch, I do my best to keep my eyes open and focused on his. “That’s it, so good, I told you it would fit.”
“Barely,” I breathe, lifting up an inch or two before sinking back down again, further this time.
He huffs out a laugh, but it’s quickly followed by a groan as I take even more of him into my body. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”
“And you’re really big,” I comment, which results in another small puff of laughter between us.
I drop down the rest of the way, fully seating myself on him, and our moans mix together in such perfect harmony I wish I could use it in a song.
But no lyrics would do this moment justice, no melody could fully capture what’s happening right now between us.
This moment is ours, and will always be ours.
I lift up again, dropping back down onto him and a spark of electricity moves through me at the contact.
“You feel so good,” I moan, repeating the motion. Grayson grips my hips tightly, helping guide my movements.
“You’re perfect,” he praises, and normally I would shake it away, not believing him, but the look on his face, the way he’s holding me, everything in this moment makes me think he truly believes that.
I grind myself against him, and my clit rubs against his pelvis, causing even more of that electricity to shock through me. I didn’t think this could feel better, but apparently it can because that has me struggling to keep my eyes open and on his as stars dance across my vision.
“Gray, it’s too good,” I moan, moving faster.
“Fuck yeah it is,” he grinds out. “Come for me just like this. I want to feel you come all over my cock, Sunshine.”
“God, I love you talking like that, keep going,” I encourage.
“You like me telling you how good it’s going to feel when you strangle my cock?”
“Yes.”
“You like knowing that your pussy is actually driving me insane?”
“Yes.”
“You want to make me lose my mind? Where do you want me to come? I’m close.”
“Inside me,” I moan, blinded by pleasure that’s seconds away from completely consuming me as the orgasm builds low in my stomach. I can feel it starting. I know it’s going to render me completely boneless and I’m embracing it.
“Fuck, are you…I mean we should have, fuck.” He holds my hips even tighter as he moves my hips against him, and I’m right there. I don’t want to stop.
“Yes, it’s all good, please Grayson, please,” I plead as the release courses through me, and I hope he knows what I’m trying to tell him. We should’ve talked about it before, but I trust him, he trusts me. Plus the thought of him leaving my body pains me.
My orgasm racks through every inch of my body and I grab his face, kissing him deeply once again.
It only takes a few more seconds before he’s following behind me.
Wrapping his arms around me so tight I can barely breath while he groans, thrusting up into me hard.
I swear I can feel his cum and I thought I felt full before, but this is different. This is better.
We come down from the highs of our release, but don’t part. We catch our breath between kisses, smiling against each other while reality sets in.
I just had sex with my best friend.
Leaning against his shoulder, I look up to see he’s already looking at me. Tucking my hair back away from my face, he smiles. “You’re incredible.”
“Back at ya,” I tease, and he nips my bottom lip, causing me to chuckle against him.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He stands, lifting me up in his arms. I squeal at the movement, but he doesn’t put me down, instead carries me to my bathroom. He sets me on the counter, while he goes to turn on the shower.
I take in his body, appreciating the view, and even the uncomfortable feeling of his cum that’s starting to drip down my thighs. I press them together to try to keep it there.
Even though everything about this has been so perfect, so us, I can’t help but go back to the same thought I had before, and the one that I’m sure will continue to keep me up. What if it wasn’t just the two of us, and how would he react if I wanted more.
Would he think I’m selfish? Not want anything to do with me?
The thought is shifting my joy into fear, but when he steps out of the shower, and his face softens seeing me, I remember who he is.
Grayson Wheeler, my best friend who’s always wanted to make me happy.
Who’s always wanted to do things for me, and be there for me.
Maybe it’s selfish to want more, but I have a feeling he would never shame me for it.
Especially when he learns it’s about me figuring out who I am.
“Come on, Sunshine, let’s get you clean so we can get dirty again.”