Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Gray
She was so confident in her skills, but I wasn’t as confident in my own body. It had taken Alina a lot of work to get me there. When I was on my own, I was usually one and done, sometimes two if I had some time.
Theoretically, I knew my body handle more, but would my mind stay in the game? I guess I was willing to try and find out with Mal.
“Okay,” I told her. “Okay.”
“Which one do you want to do first?” she asked me, and I had to remember what the hell I’d even said.
“I want to come with you.” If I was being honest, that was the one thing I needed before I went back to my apartment.
Her smile was almost vicious.
“Then let’s make that happen. What do you need?”
Fuck, my brain was not clicking again. I didn’t know how to answer.
“Do you want me to start?”
Yeah. I did. I wanted to watch her.
She moved until she was next to me, but on her side. I turned my head and she captured my mouth in a hot, long kiss.
Mal moaned into my mouth and then pulled back so I could watch her stroking her pussy with one hand.
“Join me,” she said, and I did, using one hand on myself and one hand to bring her back to kiss me again. Both of us gasped into each other’s mouths as we worked our hands faster and faster, using friction and pressure like we had many times before. This was anything but routine, however.
I could barely focus on what my hand was doing as she obliterated all my brain cells by kissing me and making those noises and moving against me, her hips thrusting just a little bit.
“Oh fuck, Gray,” she said, and my eyes popped open to find her frantically circling her hand.
I matched her rhythm and I swore she smiled.
“You gonna come with me, baby? You close?” I loved the way she talked to me. Loved the way her voice got kind of deep and scratchy, like she was losing control.
“Yeah,” I told her. I wasn’t at my most eloquent, but I could try.
“Do you need more?” she asked.
It took me a few seconds to think. “I need you.”
Touching myself was all well and good, but I wanted her hand on me.
“You wanna switch?” she asked, holding up her hand and wiggling her fingers.
“Yeah. I want you to touch me.” I needed her to touch me.
For a moment, she was still but then she kissed me again, smiling into my mouth.
“You’re incredible.”
She moved onto her back beside me, my right hand moving toward her.
“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, running her hand across my nipples.
“Sure?”
She leaned close to lick my earlobe and then whispered in my ear. “I’m ambidextrous.”
“Fuck,” I moaned. It was a miracle I could even process that word in my state, but in a moment she made it clear she was just as competent with her left hand as she petted me gently.
Realizing I was supposed to be doing the same, I stroked her and she moaned, tilting her head into my shoulder and kissing it before scraping her teeth across my skin.
If you’d asked me before this night if I was good at multitasking, I would have said I was, but in this moment, all I could do was clumsily stroke her while she absolutely dismantled me with her fingers.
“Come on, baby, come on.” She chanted and I moved faster, hoping I was doing the right thing.
It was a trial and error process for me while she seemed to have some secret pleasure map of my body and she’d been studying it intently.
Before I knew what was happening, I was rushing toward the edge and if I didn’t get my shit together, I was going to come embarrassingly fast.
“Inside me. Put your fingers inside me,” she gasped and that was all the direction I needed to plunge two fingers into her.
The angle wasn’t perfect, but I’d deal with the wrist pain if it meant she was going to climax with me.
Stretching and turning just a bit, I got another angle and was able to find that special spot that made her legs jump and her eyes flutter closed.
“Right there, right there.”
God, seeing her starting to lose it was making me lose it.
“I’m close,” I told her. “So close.”
“Me too. Oh fuck, me too.”
I just kept stroking that special spot and watching her and feeling what she was doing to me and with the first flutters of her internal muscles, I was there.
Right there. We both cried out and shook and came, nearly simultaneously.
Our hands faltered, but it didn’t matter.
We both came out of it and she smiled at me as I withdrew my fingers, making sure not to touch her too much since she was likely as oversensitive as I was.
Mal patted my lower belly gently and then brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them.
“Holy shit,” I said. Why was everything she did so sexy?
“Mmmm.”
Wanting to get in on the action, I did the same, savoring.
“Come here.” She grabbed my chin and angled my mouth for a kiss, mingling the taste of us together. Holy hell. That was hot.
Mal sat back and smiled at me.
“Well. That’s one thing off your list. Let me know when you’re ready for round three.”
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Mal did live up to her promises. I ended up coming five times, and at that point I begged her to stop because I didn’t think my body could do any more without actual injury and I was not explaining this night to a medical professional.
Slowly and with limbs that were more liquid than solid, I put on my clothes, including the silly vibrator T-shirt. Who knew what would happen to me the night I wore it? Maybe it was a good luck charm.
Mal put her pajamas on and I helped her strip the bed, since I’d also helped her mess it up.
Even though it was nearly morning, it was time for me to go. Falling asleep in her bed next to her wasn’t what this was.
“Well,” I told her once she’d bundled her sheets into the washing machine in the closet next to the kitchen.
“I should go home. A whole fifty feet.” It was probably less than that. I wasn’t good at measurements.
“Yeah, it’s late. Uh, really late. Or early?
” We were both exhausted. I wasn’t sure about her, but I ached in places I didn’t even know I had muscles.
I was going to need a couch day to recover for sure.
And to tell Tally all about it. She was going to want every single detail. Maybe I’d indulge her.
“Whatever it is,” she said, leaning against her kitchen counter.
Her T-shirt and shorts were so thin that they left nothing to the imagination and for a moment, I thought about what would happen if I reached out and snagged the hem of her shirt and pulled her back toward the bedroom.
What would she say if I asked to stay? Or even invited her over to my place, with my fresh sheets to sleep on?
No, that was silly. Definitely not the vibe of what we’d done tonight.
This night was about two sexually compatible people getting off together. Having a good time for a few hours and releasing some endorphins. Nothing more than that.
We weren’t dating, we weren’t falling in love, we weren’t committed.
Good sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex.
“I guess I’ll see you in the elevator?” How the hell did you end these kinds of things? A handshake? A high five? A thank you?
Mal didn’t move from where she’d parked herself by the counter, as if she was using it to hold herself up.
Exhausted. She was tired, and I was keeping her from sleep. Should I have offered to help make the bed? No, that was way too domestic.
“See you in the elevator,” she said, nodding. “It was lovely to meet you officially, Gray.”
“Yeah, great to really meet you too.” That was a wild definition of “meet.”
Giving her a little wave, I opened the door and quickly walked down the hall to my place, fumbling a little with the keypad. As if someone was going to jump out from behind a corner and point at me and scream “walk of shame!”
Normally I kept a very polite distance between myself and my neighbors, but tonight I’d made one exception.
One absolutely stunning exception.
“Holy shit, tell me everything,” Tally said when I video called her after I’d taken a nice long crash nap on my couch.
Hadn’t even made it to the bed. I needed another shower, but I couldn’t stop smelling my clothes.
They smelled like Mal’s place and I liked it.
I should have put something more comfortable on, but I didn’t want to yet.
“Well. It was good. It was really good.”
Tally squealed. “Now that we got that out of the way, I need details. You owe me details, Gray Victoria Harris.”
“Hey, why are you middle-naming me?” I yawned and shifted so my hand was propped up on the arm of the couch.
“Because this is serious. I need to know how it went. Was she good to you? I need to know if I have to come over there and kick some ass.”
Oh, Tally. Always ready to throw hands, but I’d never actually seen her fight anyone. I had no doubt she could, if she wanted to though.
“You don’t have to fight anyone.” I gave her the R-rated version and she was a good listener.
“Well, well, well, looks like somebody had a great hookup. Say ‘thank you, Tally for bringing me to kink dinner.’” Christ, she was going to be smug as hell about this for the rest of our lives.
“Thank you, Tally,” I said, because it was just easier. “How was the rest of your night?”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I just had a fun little shibari lesson with a very attractive woman. She put a harness on me, and I had to bite my lip bloody so I didn’t say anything embarrassing. And then once she let me out, I was so dopey that I ended up coming home. Still a good night overall.”
Tally was a big fan of restraints, and while I thought they were interesting, the idea of having my movement restricted made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. Not my kink.
“Sounds good anyway,” I said through another yawn.
“Yeah, yeah, rub your amazing sex in my face, whatever. What’s the plan now? Repeat or move on?”
Wasn’t that the question? As far as I knew, it was one-time situation. In spite of her absolutely blowing my mind multiple times, she didn’t seem to want a repeat, which led me to believe it was more intense for me than it was for her. Which was fine.
Totally fine.
Completely FINE.
Fine, fine, fineeeeee.
It was just… I’d have to see her in the elevator and if we had a fire alarm and maybe in the parking lot and I’d have to remember that look on her face as she came.
I’d remember the way she tasted. I’d hear the sounds she’d made.
Last night was burned into my brain and nothing short of a severe head injury was going to erase her.
I could never have her again and was that better than not having had anything at all? I wasn’t sure.
“Babe, are you there?” Tally brought me back down to earth.
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“Looks painful. Don’t do that again.”
We both laughed, but it was interrupted by my stomach growling.
“I’m starving. I need to eat something.”
Tally’s eyes lit up. “What if I came over and brought you food and you gave me all the details you didn’t want to give me just now? Let me live vicariously!” I guess it was only fair because she’d told me all her hookup details when I was in my single era and not ready for them yet.
I sighed heavily. “Fine. But I want cheeseburgers and truffle fries.” That meant stopping at the fancy burger place.
“Ugh, you’re pushing it. See you in like forty-five.”
Tally arrived almost an hour later, and I’d almost drifted off to sleep again, but Dandy had woken me up by screaming in my ear for more food.
“I had to stop myself from knocking on her door,” Tally said when I let her in.
“Shhh,” I said, glancing down the hall. “Don’t say that too loud.”
Mal’s apartment was just…right there. The other side of the wall against my bed was her wall.
Tally rolled her eyes and started unpacking the food as I got the plates.
Dandy came over to investigate and Tally picked her up and snuggled her while I got us set up in the living room. I’d finally changed out of my clothes from last night into a comfortable T-shirt and sweats. Tally wore a similar outfit.
Once we sat on the couch, I turned on one of our favorite reality shows we’d seen a million times on low volume.
Tally just waited. She knew I’d crack. I always did.
“I’m afraid I made a mistake.”
“Are we talking ordered the wrong burger, or are we talking about the sex?”
“The sex. Not that I regret it, but… I don’t know if I’m cut out for this hookup thing.
Because Tally? Holy fuck, the sex was amazing.
Like, I can’t believe how amazing. Alina and I had some good times, and she helped me figure some things out, but this was on a whole other level.
Jesus, I sound like I’m in love or something, but that’s not it.
I just think that it meant more to me than it did to her and that’s a new feeling for me.
” I wasn’t a fan of it, now that I’d had several hours to sit with everything.
“Oh honey,” Tally said, setting her burger down and putting her arm around me.
“Things are intense right now. And this was your first hookup. If you don’t want to do it again, you don’t have to.
Chalk it up to a learning experience. And who knows?
Maybe she’s going to knock on your door tonight.
You didn’t actually talk to her about it, so you don’t know what’s going on in her head. ”
That was true. This was the problem with having sex with strangers.
You didn’t know enough about them to know where you stood without asking.
And I didn’t want to ask. The only thing worse than thinking that it was more intense for me than it was for her was hearing her say it out loud.
So yeah, I was going to treat this as an experience that I’d had and maybe after some time I’d try out again.
Don’t fuck your neighbors, kids.