Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Zac
Pushing my hips forward I enter Presley once again and my toes curl into the sheets. She feels so fucking good. The way she shifts her hips up to meet mine, her legs wrapped tightly around me, pulling me in deeper each time.
“This what you needed, babe?” She moans a yes before arching her back. When I lean over and suck on her nipple her pussy gets tighter and I almost lose it right then.
Pulling back, she reaches for me, a look of panic in her eyes and I smile.
“Roll over.” She furrows her brows. “Up on your hands and knees.” When it clicks, she gets up and turns over, arching her ass back.
I glide my hand over her back, her ass, and to grip her hips. I am in awe of her. She is so incredible, so perfect.
Shifting forward I enter her slowly. She sags forward, fisting the sheets.
“Oh yes.” Her whisper may as well have been a scream. One thing about this place, it doesn’t have much for sound barriers, it’s like a fucking megaphone. Knowing that Gray is downstairs I do my best to keep down the noise. Truth is I want to cut loose. I want to hear her scream my name. I want this entire place to be filled with the sounds of us fucking.
Another time, I think as I slowly pull back and then push inside her once more dragging out the pleasure.
When Presley looks back over her shoulder, biting her lip as our eyes connect, I can no longer hold back. Quickening my thrusts, I hold both her hips and she starts grinding back against me.
I am so close, watching her move, feeling her tightening around me. Presley knows how to move, she knows how to make a guy lose his mind.
“Fuck baby,” I say, holding her waist, my fingers digging into her. “Damn.” I shift, trying to get deeper as she pushes back. Reaching around, I rub her clit needing her to get where I am.
“Come with me,” I whisper next to her ear and her breaths increase. I can feel her getting tighter and wetter and I know she is close. “Let me feel it, Presley.” I bite on her earlobe and suck and she tumbles.
She yells my name, her upper body falling forward and I continue fucking her, my own orgasm ripping through me.
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The sun starts to peek over the mountains, shining in through the large windows that surround the northeast side of my place. There is tinting on the inside that keeps it from being blinding that puts more of a golden glow over the entire space.
My right arm is completely numb and I look over to see Presley laying on it. I don’t remember much after the two of us crashed to the mattress after an incredible second round but I know we were both spent.
I hadn’t expected it to end how it did, but I’d hit repeat on it every night if I could. She was wild, and just thinking about it made me hard and ready for round three.
Carefully I slide my arm out from beneath her and find a pair of sweats, before making my way downstairs.
Peeking into the fort I see Grayson starting to stir. Attempting to make coffee as quietly as possible I think I’ve almost made it until I feel a tug on my pant leg.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” Grayson rubs his eyes and then takes my hand in his.
I envision him peeing right where he stands, so I scoop him up and quickly start walking down the hallway. Opening the bathroom door I lower him to the floor and scratch my head. “Um, you can do this on your own, right?”
He only nods, then I nod and turn to leave.
“I’ll be out here, bud.” I step outside and lean back against the wall and sigh in relief. Leaning my head back, I take a deep breath and wait.
Never had I expected that when he came out his pants would still be around his ankles. He sleepily tries to reach down and tug them up. I’ll admit, this kid thing is a little out of my norm. I mean yeah, I’ve got Piper, but normally that is to hold her and hassle Daxton. I get the giggles and the good times, because if things go south I’m more than happy to push her off to her momma or even Daxton.
“Um.” I hurry to gather his pajama bottoms and tug them into place. “There ya go.”
He mumbles something and then starts down the hall toward the kitchen.
“You hungry?”
“Firsty,” he says and until then I hadn’t realized his th’s sound more like F’s. It makes me smile as I once again pick him up and carry him the rest of the way. When he lays his head onto my shoulder something aches deep in my chest.
This, I could get used to. Having them here, sharing mornings like this, having him love on me like I mean something to him. It’s surreal but strangely comforting at the same time.
I rinse and wash out his cup from last night and then make him some chocolate milk. Then I get myself a cup of coffee and turn around to find he is still standing there waiting for me. Without words, he reaches out and takes my hand. Giving a little tug, I follow as he leads me around to the front of his fort. Letting go of my hand he climbs inside, turns around and sits down facing me. Patting the empty space beside him, following him inside I push back the side so we can see the television. Grabbing the controller I find cartoons. As I am scrolling through the options I expect to get stuck watching something cheesy but smile when he gets excited about Duck Tales .
“Oh yeah.” Gray looks up at me nodding and I hit play, settling back into the cushions. Side by side the two of watch a couple episodes, and as the time passes he slowly comes out of his sleepy shell.
As he sings along with the theme song, I find myself joining in, loving every minute of it.
The way his face lights up and the excitement in his eyes, I get lost in it.
“I used to love watching these cartoons when I was your age,” I tell him, laughing at Huey, Dewey, and Louie, the way they hassle their uncle.
“Me and Mommy watch this,” Grayson tells me.
“It was my dad’s favorite.” He bought the DVDs when I was younger and we’d watch them over and over.
“My daddy hates ‘em,” he says and seems completely unaffected by his words. “Cartoons are for sissies.” He giggles not realizing that his words are an insult. I find in that moment I hate his dad just a little more.
“Cartoons aren’t for sissies, bud.” I make sure he looks at me before I continue. “Cartoons are for the cool kids.”
“Yeah.” He smiles, nodding his head. “Cool kids,” he says, thrusting his sippy cup of milk in the air before looking back at the screen. I don’t know how long he and I stay there watching episode after episode, but I know it’s one of the best mornings I’ve had in a really long time.