6. Gray
Chapter six
Gray
For the briefest of moments, in no rush, I sit back, taking in the scene before me. My cock’s leaking, and Avery slowly thumbs my precum over the head, her touch sending mini quakes through me.
I look down at her perfect body. Jesus, she is so fucking sexy. How the hell did this happen?
Not waiting for my head to answer, I turn around, maneuvering myself so my face is now looking at her sweet little pussy and my dick is hanging over her face.
I start kissing around her mound, moving down to her thighs, then back up to her pussy lips. As I part them slowly with my fingers, it reveals her vulva, and I feel her hand around my dick, slowly stroking it.
Just as my tongue sticks out and brushes across her clit, she moans, and I feel my cock slide into her warm, wet lips.
“Yes, Avery, yes...” I start lapping at her clit, licking around in circles, as her body moves in time with my tongue. I suck her, feeling my throbbing manhood sliding in and out of her mouth.
The sensation is just so damn intense, her mouth hot and wet around me. I continue to lick, gently slipping two fingers inside her.
I feel her breathing on my dick, taking it out of her mouth to catch her breath before sliding it back in again. My orgasm is building, a tingling sensation rising from my balls up to my cock. I carry on licking as her body starts to shake.
Just before I’m about to cum, I slide my fingers out and start to lick inside her pussy, my tongue delving deep. The taste of her is intoxicating and sweet, and the sensation of her walls clenching around my tongue is almost too much to bear.
Lapping at her, my tongue explores every inch and the warmth and wetness drive me wild.
Suddenly her body shudders, the sensation overwhelming as she pulls my dick out of her mouth, moaning with abandon, “GRAA-AA-Ayson, YES, YES, AHHHH...
As she quivers, shaking from head to toe, the words “Avery, I’m gonna cum...” escape me, and the library spins into a pointless blur of nothingness.
Magical tingles shoot through me with every pump of sperm that shoots out. I’m not even aware as I carry on licking her, her moans filling the air.
Breathless and slowly coming back into reality, I roll off and pull her with me onto the floor. She turns around, resting on her elbows, her fingers swirling circles over my abs. I lean up and kiss her, and she whispers, “Now Mr. Hayes… are you gonna fuck me?”
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Your wish is my command.”
Our kiss is soft and gentle, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The moment takes hold, and it becomes fervent, hot, and all-consuming. Her hands tighten in my hair, and as we kiss, I slowly sit up and maneuver myself over her.
My face brushes across her pert breasts, the friction sending shivers across me. I want to take one into my mouth, either one, I don’t care. I’m frantic, desperate to taste her again. As I suck her right nipple, she rubs my dick across her clit, making her moan before I sink it inside her.
“Oh, God, Gray...” she moans, her voice breathless.
I push in slowly, inch by teasing inch. Every bit makes her emit a soft murmur, until I'm all the way in. I grind, touching her G-spot before slowly pulling myself out.
As our momentum picks up, Avery sinks her teeth into my shoulder, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me wild.
I arch my back as we grind. “Oh... Avery, you feel so good.”
Her pussy feels so warm, so soft, so wet, and so tight around me. I can feel my seed beginning to rise again, but I don’t want to cum, not just yet. Quickly and without warning, I slide out and let my prick cool.
Then I start again, guiding it with one hand, feeding it in like a lifeline. She begins to roll her hips, and cry out, “Oh, dear God.”
As I move faster and faster, her moans match our rhythm, and as her breathing goes into overdrive, “Yes,” shrieks out, “Yes, yes, Grayson... YEEEESSSS!”
Continuing, I watch her shake her head from side to side, her eyes closed as she orgasms, wave after wave. She looks so hot, so wild.
That is when my breathing gets heavier and heavier, and I just can’t hold back. “Avery, I’m... I’m...”
Immediately, she somehow makes us roll over so that now she’s on top. “Oh, no you're not,” she whispers, a wicked glint in her eyes.
I’m barely even in reality as her hips gently move. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, and I can't help but groan, my hands gripping her waist.
“Fuck, Avery...”
She flicks her golden locks back, her hands pressed against my stomach, her body moving rhythmically. I can see the flush on her cheeks and the wild look in her eyes as her climax builds and builds.
My hands reach up to her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight, their softness. I sit up, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Uhnnn-nahhhhhh...” she moans, her body tensing as the sensation sends her over the edge. I see and feel her come undone, her orgasm powerful and erotic, her body thrashing and convulsing around me.
“UUHHH...” I’m there, my seed erupting and spilling inside her.
I try and catch my breath, watching as a big, satisfied grin spreads across her face. She finally flops down onto me, her heart racing against my chest, matching the frantic beat of my own.
My arm instinctively curls around her, pulling her closer, like I can somehow keep this moment from slipping away.
We lay in silence, the kind that doesn’t require words. Her breathing evens out and her body is warm and soft against mine.
I glance down, and before I even think about it, I press my lips to the top of her head. She doesn’t stir, doesn’t move. I close my eyes, and before I know it, sleep takes over.
When I slowly open my eyes, it takes me a second to figure out where I am. The room is dim, aside from the light of the desk lamp and the faint glow of the moon which is filtering in through the library window.
Avery is curled up next to me, her hair splayed across my chest, completely out cold. I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep, but judging by the stiffness in my neck, it’s been a while.
My gaze shifts to the ceiling, and like a floodgate opening, the memories of what just happened come crashing in.
Her, naked and wild, moving on top of me with raw, unrestrained passion I hadn’t felt in years.
The way her skin felt against mine, the way her breath hitched every time I touched her—it’s all too fresh, too vivid.
And then, like a knife to the gut, Kat’s face flashes in my mind.
I feel like I’ve been sucker-punched. Kat. She’s only been gone a year, and now this? What the hell am I doing? What kind of man am I? Guilt squeezes my chest like a vice, squeezing until I can hardly breathe.
Kat deserved better than this, didn’t she? I can practically hear her voice and feel the warmth of her hand in mine.
I glance down at Avery, her face serene, completely unaware of the storm tearing through me.
Fuck... what the hell have I done?
Moving carefully so I don’t wake her, I lift her off me and scoop her into my arms. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake as I carry her over to the Chesterfield.
Gently, I lay her down, her hair spilling across the armrest like some romantic scene out of a movie—except this is real, and it feels all kinds of wrong.
I find her clothes scattered on the floor, pick them up, and fold them neatly on the arm of the Chesterfield. Every action feels mechanical-like I’m watching myself from the outside.
I grab my own clothes and pull them on, every button, every zip adding another layer of weight to the guilt that’s crushing me.
Leaving the library, I find myself in the hallway, which is so dark I can barely see a thing.
Somehow, I manage to feel my way to the utility cupboard, open the door, and switch on the light.
Rummaging through shelves of random junk, I finally find a blanket.
It’s soft, but it’ll do. I turn off the light, shut the door, and tiptoe back into the library.
Avery hasn’t moved. She looks so peaceful, and it only makes the guilt worse.
I drape the blanket over her, tucking it in gently around her shoulders. Standing there for a moment, I let out a breath. Then I turn off the small desk lamp, plunging the room into darkness, and close the library door behind me as quietly as I can.
Crossing the hallway feels like walking through molasses, every step heavier than the last. By the time I make it upstairs, I’m practically stumbling, nearly tripping over myself in the pitch black. I finally reach my room, push the door open, and step inside.
The moonlight filters through the thin curtains, casting a faint glimmer across the bed. I shut the door behind me, lean against it for a moment, and then let myself drop onto the mattress.
Staring into nothingness, I can’t shake Kat’s face from my mind. Her smile. Her laugh. The look in her eyes when she told me that when she was gone, ‘I must move on’.
Kat, I’m so sorry, but I don’t think I can.
I run a hand down my face and exhale sharply. The bed feels colder than it ever has before. I picture her lying beside me, the memory so vivid it’s like she’s still here.
And yet, Avery’s face keeps sneaking into the picture, muddying everything. I barely sleep—just snatches of restless dozing that leave me more exhausted than before. By the time the early morning light starts creeping in through the curtains, I give up.
Throwing off the covers, I sit on the edge of the bed for a moment before peeling off my clothes and heading to the shower.
The water is hot, nearly scalding, but it feels good—like it’s burning away the weight of last night. When I step out, steam clouds the bathroom mirror, and I swipe at it with my hand. My reflection stares back at me, tired and hollow.
“I just don’t think I can move on so soon, Kat. Not so soon,” I mutter, running a hand over the scruff on my jaw. I grab a comb, rake it through my wet hair, and toss the towel aside.