Chapter 25 #2
Jake holds up a finger. “Right after this.” He pours more bourbon into his mug as I sigh and bring the drinks to my parents, telling them what Jake and I are going to do.
We say good night before heading upstairs into my white bedroom with hints of pink and earthy tones everywhere.
The bed is king-sized, and I have a large flat-screen TV my dad insisted on buying, similar to the one he bought for me and Kamila, which is sitting in our dorm suite.
There’s also a small terrace overlooking our tiny backyard among the surrounding buildings, and a medium-sized walk-in closet filled with more clothes than I’ll ever need, which I clean out every year to donate.
But none of the things I listed are my favorite part.
The best part of the room is my reading nook, featuring a hanging chair and dozens of books behind it.
There lie my favorite classics, fantasy novels, and smutty romances.
Though the monster ones, I only keep on my e-reader.
My parents and I may be close, but we’re not that close.
“Did you get more books?” Jake asks before lying down on my bed and turning on my TV.
Walking over to the library, I click the door, which opens to reveal a bookcase inside another built-in bookcase. It reminds me of the fake door at the speakeasy Grayson took me to, and I’m not sure why I didn’t suspect the fake door when I saw it then.
Jake’s eyes widen slightly as I say, “Yes, I did.” Leaning against the door that hides where my darker romances are kept, I sigh. “Most of the classics and mysteries are in the library downstairs.” Which, surprise, surprise, is my favorite room in the entire house.
“Don’t want your parents to find out about your porn on paper, huh?”
I grab the pillow on my hanging chair and throw it at his face. “It’s not porn, it’s erotic literature, and the men in those books know how to do things way better than the ones I’ve been with.”
He cringes. “Ice, ice, baby. Thanks for the compliment.”
I shrug. “Neither one of us remembers most of what happened that night.”
Jake relents. “True. But if you haven’t met anyone who beats or even meets your expectations, you need to look into fucking other guys.”
“Could you be any more crass?” He opens his mouth to respond. “Never mind, I know the answer is yes.”
“Then you know me well.” Jake hands me the remote. “Look for a movie. The wine and bourbon made me tipsy enough to watch anything.” He stands. “I’ll leave you to change while I pee.”
“I might take a picture first. I like this outfit, so knock.”
“Whatever.”
Jake leaves as I stand in front of my full-length mirror, wearing a white off-the-shoulder sweater, semi-tucked into a light denim skirt, with a pair of small high-heeled boots. I fluff my hair and unlock my phone. I’m feeling braver than usual as the bourbon finally starts to hit me.
Opening the message thread between Grayson and me, I realize that I never responded to his last text and he already sent me a follow-up message.
G: Did I fuck up with the last message?
I check the time I received it, which was twenty minutes ago, while the others came in almost an hour ago. He knows I respond quickly, and have given him shit in the past for being a terrible texter.
Me: Sorry. I got distracted. You didn’t fuck up. Let me make it up to you.
Posing, I snap a picture of myself in the cute outfit and send it to him, squealing like a nervous high schooler.
His answer comes in a minute later.
G: See? You look like a princess.
I smile.
G: But that doesn’t make up for you not responding for an hour…
Laughing, I shake my head. All right, I don’t do full-body nudes, but I can give him a little underwear action. Better yet…
Peeking at the door, I don’t see or hear Jake coming toward the room yet.
He must be changing into the pair of pj’s we keep for guests in one of the rooms. Quickly, I take the sweater, boots, and skirt off, and am left in only my sheer black stockings, being held up by my garter belt that are paired with a lace black bra showing the tiniest bit of my nipples.
I finally take the picture when I find a good pose and hit send before I can second-guess myself.
One minute passes. Then two. Then three.
Crap. Did it come out blurry? I unlock my phone to look and find that there’s nothing wrong with it. In fact, if I could post this somewhere, I would.
So, what’s his deal?
As the thought leaves me, a blue bubble appears.
G: Wear those with your heels the next time I see you.
My core warms as I think about him being alone right now, and I wonder if he’s touching himself.
Me: So…you liked it?
G: What do you think?
A picture comes in a moment later with him standing shirtless in front of a wide mirror that seems to be above his dresser.
And holy crap, he’s jacked. His abs look like they were sculpted on, and his arms have the perfect amount of muscle, along with the veins I love popping out on his forearms. Then there’s his defined V-line, which leads to his dark gray boxer briefs that outline his hard, perfectly sized cock.
I made him hard. He’s like that because of me. All of the doubts I had earlier this week about us disappear, and I’m only focused on living in the moment.
Me: I think you’re missing one very important item…
Another picture fills my screen, only this time he’s smirking with his glasses on, and if Jake wasn’t coming back, I’d probably have my vibrator out by now.
G: Do you see how hard you make me?
Me: Yes.
G: Are you wet?
Me: Very.
G: Good. Touch yourself.
I shut my eyes. Shit, shit, shit.
G: I already have my dick in my hand, Princess.
Okay, there’s no way I can leave both of us hanging. I run into my walk-in closet, closing the door and locking it…because yes, as soon as I turned eighteen, I insisted on putting a lock on every door in my room.
My phone starts ringing, and I almost drop it while trying to respond. “Crap.” I slide my finger across the screen. “Hey.”
“Hi,” he says back, his voice rough.
“How are you?” I slap my forehead. Did I really just say that?
He lets out a quick laugh. “Not too well, Emma. My dick is begging for me to stroke it, but I’ve been waiting for a small blonde to call me.”
I sigh. “I don’t have a lot of time, Grayson.”
“I won’t need long, Princess.”
I’m not touching myself, but the word alone makes me moan.
A chuckle comes from his end. “Do you like it when I call you that?”
“Mhm.” I lean against the right wall of my closet, far from the door, and move my underwear down to slide my hand in.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“I’m about to—oh fuck,” I moan quietly as I skim my finger over my sensitive clit.
There’s some rustling on his end, as if he’s moving his sheets, while I stay standing in case I need to bolt out of here.
“How wet are you?”
My body shivers at his gruff voice. “So wet. God, I wish you were here.”
“Me too, baby.” A groan escapes him.
I’m practically panting, needing him to talk me through this. “What would you do if we were together?”
“I’d suck and bite your nipples through that flimsy excuse for a bra.”
I whimper as I get wetter. “And then what?”
“I’d throw you onto my couch because the bed would be too far away, and I’d open your thighs, rip those panties off, and suck your clit until you’d be coming all over my mouth.”
My body shivers. “Oh God, Grayson.”
His breathing starts to pick up. “Then I’d stick my dick in your mouth—”
“And I’d work it to the back of my throat.” I rub my clit faster as Grayson hisses.
“Fuck yes. But we don’t have much time, Princess. I need to fuck you right now.”
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.” He moans, and it makes my knees shake. “Grayson, I wish it were your dick inside of me instead of my fingers.” I’m not sure where all of this is coming from. This is a first for me, but it comes naturally with him.
“Shit. How do you want it when we fuck? Slow or hard?”
My breath quickens as I imagine him inside me for the first time. “Hard, definitely hard. With you on top and then behind me.”
“Fuck yes,” he whispers with a shaky voice. “Will you let me slap your ass, Emma?”
My body shudders at the sound of my name on his tongue again. “Oh God, yes.”
Grayson moans. “Close your eyes and think of me thrusting inside of you, while you’re on all fours as I slap your ass until I make it red.”
The thought of him slapping me that hard shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but I’m slicker than ever, moving my fingers faster and letting out tiny gasps.
He groans on the other side. “You like a little pain, don’t you, Princess?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he growls.
“Yes, I like it.”
His breathing picks up more. “I’m going to come, Emma.”
“Wait,” I warn him.
“You’re torturing me over here, Princess.” He sighs. “Are you not close?”
I rub my clit faster, wanting to catch up. “I am, but I want to know where you want to come.”
Grayson chuckles. “The first time, I’m going to come on your gorgeous tits and mark you everywhere.”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, almost at the edge.
His breaths come in shallow, clearly there with me. “Then I’ll come in the back of your throat.” We both moan at that.
“And the third time?” I ask, knowing what he’s going to say but needing to hear it.
Grayson groans. “I’m going to finish inside of you so hard until my cum is dripping out of your pussy.” Jesus. This man. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I pinch my clit when his sounds grow louder. “Come inside of me, Grayson. Give it to me. I’m already coming.”
I bite my lip as Grayson practically yells on the other end of the phone, letting out moans and grunts.
My small whimpers cause him to curse, and my knees give out as I fall to the floor.
We finish riding the wave out together, him allowing himself to be as loud as he wants, while I try to keep quiet.
I’m not sure what it is about him that makes me shake the way I do, but I can’t imagine how much worse it’ll get when we really do the deed.
Only the sounds of our heavy breaths fill the line for a moment. “That was…” He trails off.
“I couldn’t stand toward the end, and now I’m sitting on the floor of my closet.” I giggle, and he chortles.
“Shit, Emma. The sounds you make…I can’t wait to hear them in person again.”
A smile graces my lips. “You haven’t even heard me at my loudest yet.”
He sighs. “You’re going to make me hard again.”
Throwing my head back, I close my eyes, knowing I’ll need to touch myself again tonight. “Please fuck me soon.”
He scoffs. “I thought I’d hang on a little longer, but after that? It’ll be much fucking sooner.”
“This was fun,” I whisper.
“Yeah, it—”
“Emma! It’s been twenty minutes since I left the room. What the hell are you doing in there?”
Jake’s voice is loud and clear through the closet doors.
Crap. I cover the phone. “Sorry, I had a girl emergency. I’ll be right out. Grayson, I have
to go.”
“Who is that?” he asks. He attempts to sound curious, and mostly succeeds, but there’s a touch of jealousy behind it.
I laugh nervously. “It’s Jake. He’s staying in our guest bedroom, but we’re watching a movie together first.”
There’s a pause. “That’s who the fourth mug was for…I see.” His voice isn’t aggressive or jealous, just neutral. Yet, I feel the need to defend myself.
“You have nothing to worry about. We both said we don’t share, and besides, he’s been my friend for years, and we feel nothing—”
“Emma, stop. You don’t need to explain yourself. I trust you.”
I’m surprised by his words. I’m glad he’s moved past his jealousy phase.
Grayson clears his throat after a moment. “I do need to ask out of sheer curiosity.” Oh jeez. I know what’s coming. “Has anything ever happened between the two of you?” Closing my eyes, I, for the hundredth time in my life, regret that one night with Jake. “I’ll take that long pause as a yes.”
“Um, yeah. Once,” I tell him while cringing.
“Okay,” he simply answers, but I continue the story, wanting everything to be out in the open.
“It was a drunken mistake that happened years ago. Trust me, we both regret it.”
“Well, thank you for being honest.” His tone is serious, not angry, but definitely not happy, not that I expected him to be.
“Thank you for trusting me,” I respond. “I will always tell you the truth, and I expect you to be honest as well. Even if this isn’t serious, I don’t want unnecessary drama.” My stomach’s in knots. This entire situation has given me a bad case of whiplash.
“Like I said, I trust you. I just hope you trust me too.”
I smile. “If I didn’t, we wouldn’t have done what we just did.” I may not trust him with every part of my life, but I don’t believe he’s a liar or disrespectful.
“Em! I’m drinking the rest of your hot chocolate since you aren’t coming out anytime soon,” Jake yells.
“God,” I groan. “I’ll be out in a second!”
This time, I don’t bother to cover the phone, and Grayson hisses, “Fuck, Princess. Your voice carries.”
“Wait until you hear me when we’re alone.”
We both laugh.
“Okay, I have to go make myself come again to your picture.”
“I’ll be doing that with yours later.”
Another chuckle comes from his side of the phone, followed by a groan. “Good night, Ms. Haywood.
“Good night, Professor.”