More Layers: Book Two Layers Series Page 7
I walk over, pick it up, and walk back. It’s filled with condoms, fuck toys, and other known and unknown fuckery items. “What is this? The Vegas fruit basket?”
She giggles. “I guess so. Read the card.”
I pick up the card and read. “To Lex, In Vegas or bust. Sam.” Below that it says, “If you can’t get any in Vegas, then you can’t get it anywhere. Jules.”
Lex laughs. “Vegas. Got to love it.”
I laugh, and then stop, as the green monster enters my brain. “Were you planning on getting some?”
“A girl can dream.”
I frown and give her, “The Brow.”
She frowns. “Jax, I’m the CEO of Grant International. I can’t just go down to the strip and pick up some random guy. Hell, I have personal full-time security because I’ve made a lot of enemies since I’ve taken over for Gram. I’m not going to risk my safety on a random fuck.”
“Sorry, I forget sometimes who you are, and all the weight and scrutiny you must be carrying around.”
“I’d like you to help me forget. At least for a couple of hours.”
“I think I can manage that.”
I grab a gold package and rip it open.
“Can I put it on?”
I grin like an idiot and hand it to her. “Go for it, babe.”
She grins and slowly rolls it down my aching cock.
“Fuck me,” I say and groan.
“That was the plan.”
I lift her ass and push her against the wall.
She wraps her legs around my waist and I enter her.
Her breath catches.
“You okay, babe?”
“Yes...it’s snug. I need a moment to...accommodate.”
Yes it is. It feels like being vised between velvet-covered walls. I’m in fucking fuck heaven.
I push her further up the wall and gyrate my hips.
She moans and gifts me with a look that makes all the blood flow from my head right to my cock.
“Oh God, Jax. Feels so good.” She tries to move but I hold her against the wall. “Jax,” she moans out, “please.”
I press my lips to hers. “If I move, I’ll come.”
She frowns. “If you don’t move, I won’t.”
What’s a guy to do? Come now or wait a few seconds and come later. It’s a no brainer and I’m grateful for that because I’m not thinking with my brain.
I pull out then push back in.
She stiffens.
“Are you okay?” I ask again.
“Yeah, it’s...been awhile.”
How long is awhile? I know it’s selfish and wrong to hope that I was her last lover. I’ve been with other women. I can’t remember any of them, but I’m guessing that won’t matter to her. The thought of hands on her that aren’t mine makes me see red, so I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her.
I pull out and push back in. Christ, baby Jesus.
She moans.
I take a deep breath and begin a steady pace. Then I feel it. Oh shit. The point of no return. I’m going to come—now.
“No. Not yet, babe,” she pleads.
She begged for me to move. I warned her of the consequences.
“Jax, not yet.”
But it’s too late. I’m done. “I’m going to come, babe, I can’t stop it.” And I don’t. I come long and hard as I cry out her name.
I put my head down on her shoulder as I try to catch my breath and stabilize my legs. “I’m sorry, babe.”
“Don’t worry, I know you’ll make it up to me.”
I pull out of her and she slides down the wall, and stands. I pull off the condom, tie it off, and toss it in the trash. I pick her up. Over my shoulder she goes. I grab the basket and we’re off to the bedroom.
“Let’s get horizontal.”
She giggles. “Oh, yes, let’s.”
“God, I’ve missed you, babe.”
“Ditto.”
* * *
Alexia
Jax places the basket on a nightstand, pulls back the bedspread and sheets and sits me down.
He winks. “So, Ms. Grant, are you ready?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Ryan, I need to check and see.” I lean back on my elbows and put a hand between my legs. I run a finger over my clit and circle a few times as Jaxson watches with envious eyes. I slide it into pussy and slide it out and show him my wet finger.
“What do you think?”
He grins, takes my finger and licks it clean. “More than ready.”
He grabs a condom from the basket and tears it open with his mouth. I watch with my own envious eyes as he rolls it down his long, fat cock. When he’s done, he drags his eyes over me. He pauses and takes a finger and rubs it over my small caesarian scar.
Shit! I forgot about it.
“I know every inch of you. This is new. What happened?”
What can I do but lie my ass off? Something I’m good at. “It’s nothing. I had a couple of...little things taken care of.”
He frowns.
“Female things, I’m fine.”
We take each other in for a minute. “I’ve missed you, Mr. Ryan.” I run my eyes down his long torso, pausing over his happy trail, coming to rest on his magnificent cock. I sigh. “But I’ve really missed ‘The Big Guy.’“
He chuckles. “Are you saying that you missed my cock more than me?”
I bite my lip. “Yes, so, so much more.”
He laughs then pulls me to the edge of the bed by my ankles. “Is that so, Ms. Grant?”
“I’m afraid so, Mr. Ryan. It is what it is.”
“Well, if it’s ‘The Big Guy’ you missed and want—that’s what you’ll get.”
“Thank fuck.”
He lifts my legs up by the ankles and sinks into me hard and fast—faster than you can say “Oh my God.”
I moan and yelp simultaneously.
Jaxson gifts me with a cheeky grin.
“Bastard.”
“Afraid not.”
“Whatever.”
“I’ve missed your smart mouth, Ms. Grant.”
“Oh yeah? So you think my mouth is smart?”
“Only when it’s on my lips or around my cock.”
Before I can counter, he pulls out and slams into me—hard. He sets a fast, punishing pace. His eyes never part from mine. Emotions run through me as his chocolate eyes speak to me. They say, “I’ve missed you, I’ve craved for you, I’ve ached for you.” With each hard thrust he says, “I’m angry and hurt that you didn’t trust me. I’m sad and disappointed that you lost faith. But I need you, I want you, I can’t breathe without you.” And with each punishing thrust I push back just as hard saying, “I get you, I feel you, I see you. Inhale me, take me in, let me be your oxygen.”
Emotions flood over and pull me toward my release. I lose all focus, and shut my eyes.
“Lex, open your eyes. I want you to see me when I come inside you, and I want to see your eyes glaze over when I do.”
And I do. I see his eyes widen. I watch his pupils dilate. I see and feel his body tremble as he reaches his climax and comes inside me. Then I let go and everything but the feel of him fades.
He releases my ankles and leans over me and punishes my lips. His kiss tells me, “you are mine and I’m not done with you.”
Yes, there is a God.
After several minutes our swollen lips part and he pulls out of me. He falls to my side and we lay next to each other in temporary, satiated blissfulness. The post-orgasmic hum between my legs begins to dissipate and morph into a throbbing ache. I feel punished and loved at the same time. And there is nowhere else I want to be.
He takes my hand and entwines our fingers. “Babe...I’m sorry.”
I turn my head and look at him.
He turns and looks at me. “It felt like...I was punishing you—punishing us.”
“You were and I wanted it, needed it, and returned it.”
He rolls to his side and looks down on me with those deep ch
ocolate eyes. “How did I live without you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re like me and you were alive but not fully living.”
“I was like you.”
“When I thought about us, I wondered if what we had, what we shared was even real. I fell in love with you while using false credentials and living under unusual circumstances. My head told me it wasn’t real, but my heart said that it was. Surreal at times, but real.”
“I thought the same thing. That maybe when you were kept away from that outside world you loved me, but when you moved back to your reality, to the real world, things between us didn’t look or feel the same.”
He pauses for a few seconds and continues. “Babe...I hesitate to bring this up but I’m going to. I need to know. I don’t know why I do, I just do.”
“Are you trying to ask me how many men I’ve been with?”
“Yes. I want to know...but I don’t. But I do.”
“One.”
He lifts a brow. “Just one in over two years.”
“Why do you sound so disbelieving? I’ve had other things to deal with. I’ve been busy.”
“Not disbelieving...I hate to say it but I’m disappointed.”
“What?”
“I know it’s unfair but the thought of you with anyone other than me—makes me crazy.”
“Then you can imagine how I feel. Jules and Nick told me about your manwhoring days.”
“God, Lex, I’m so sorry. If it makes you feel any better—I don’t remember any of them.”
“No, it doesn’t make me feel any better.”
He pauses and I know what question he’s going to ask next, so I give him the answer before he asks.
“No. I’m not going to talk about him or our relationship. He was and still is a good friend.”
I push him onto his back and kiss him long and hard. “No more talking.”
He grins like an idiot.
“That’s what I want to see, Mr. Ryan.”
He pulls me up and I roll on top of him. My belly rests on his semi-erect cock. It feels warm and... bumpy-sticky? I sit up.
“What the hell?”
We both look down at “The Big Guy.”
“Oh my God, please tell me that those are shards of condom and not shards of penis. I think I’m going to be sick.”
“If they were shards of penis you wouldn’t be conscious.”
“Conscious? I wouldn’t be breathing.”
I peel a flesh-colored fragment from his now flaccid penis.
He winces.
“It’s not skin, it’s condom, or what’s left of it.” I smell it, and then taste it. “Peaches-and-cream.”
“What the hell happened?”
I reach for the package that’s lying in the floor. I read what it says and laugh. I laugh myself to tears.
Jaxson grabs the package from me and reads it out loud. “‘Edible. Novelty. Not to be used for protection.’ What the fuck?” He gives me a nervous half grin. “Lex, I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Hell, it looked like a regular condom.”
“It felt like one, too.”
I look through the basket and see several more. “They shouldn’t be packaged to look like a regular condom. I’ll bet we aren’t the only ones that this has happened to.”
Am I happy that he came inside me? Hell, no! But how can I tell him that I’m not on the pill and I know he has swimmers that can make it upstream without him questioning how I would know this? I think back to when I had my last period and do the math. Okay, all is good. The last thing I need right now is another unexpected pregnancy.
Jaxson gifts me with a look that says he wants to say something but doesn’t know if he should.
“Just say it.”
“What?”
“Whatever you want to say, but feel like you can’t.”
He shakes his head. “I just wanted to tell you that you don’t have to worry about getting... anything. I’ve always used a condom. Real ones. But I...”
“What?”
He shakes his head again.
I let it go and slide down his legs. I take his semi-erect cock into my hand.
He sits up and leans on his elbows. “What are you doing, Ms. Grant?”
“Eating. It did say ‘edible.’“
He laughs. “Having yourself a serving of peaches and cream, huh?”
“Technically it would be peaches-and-cream cum. But I’m not about to get all ‘technical.’ I just want to eat, lick and suck in the most ‘untechnical’ way.”
“I’ve never been one for technology.”
“Well, thank fuck.” I lick from base to tip. Then I suck and bite off the edible condom. His semi-erection is no more. He’s rock hard. I lick my lips. “I like peach but I’m more of a cherry kind of girl.”
He sighs. “I’ll get you any flavor you want. Just don’t stop eating me, or whatever ‘untechnical’ thing it is you’re doing.”
I smile as I take him in as far back as I can then repeat until there is no more edible condom. Jax lifts his hips. I know what he wants and I’ve tried, but I can’t do it. Not without gagging myself to tears. Maybe all I need is practice? What do you think? Yeah, you’re right. I can’t deep throat for shit.
When he starts to hard fuck my mouth, I let him slide out. He sits up and gives me a look that says, “God, please don’t stop. I’ve been dreaming about fucking your mouth—forever.”
Sorry, dude. I crawl up and plant my lips to his. I do to his tongue what I couldn’t to his cock.
Our lips part then he rolls me over and slides down in between my thighs. God he looks good there. Between a woman’s thighs is where a man’s head looks the best.
He gives me his signature, “I’m going to make you melt on my tongue” look.
“Are you ready, Ms. Grant?”
“I was born ready for this.”
He smirks. “Really?”
“When I saw you in the elevator, I said to myself—’Self, wouldn’t it feel wonderful to have that face, sporting that goatee, between your thighs?’“
“You forgot about...” He runs his goatee down my thigh, then kisses me, right where a good boy should. “...these lips.” Then he licks me where a good boy should. “And this tongue.”
“You’d be wrong about that. I could never forget about them—ever.”
“You’d better not,” he says.
He proceeds to lick, suck, and bite my clit until I come undone all over that goatee.
“Jax,” I moan, “don’t you fucking stop.”
He chuckles against me. “Don’t you worry, I haven’t had me a taste of peaches-and-cream cum yet.”
“Oh, yes. You need to partake—it’s best served warm, between my legs, between the hours of now and forever, seven days a week, three sixty five.”
“I see. And you would know this—how?”
“Because I’m a woman...and I said so.”
He grins against me. “Well, then, you ought to know.”
He licks up and down my slit, then latches onto my clit as two talented fingers enter me. He thrusts them in and out and side-to-side, stopping only to lick off pieces of nearly dissolved condom.
“This is a first for me.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ve never eaten a condom out of a woman’s pussy.”
“And you never will again unless it’s out of mine.”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
“Good. Now that we understand each other—finish up and make me come.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“But don’t call me ma’am.”
He chuckles. “Goddamn, you’re bossy.”
“Just get to it.”
He chuckles again and it sounds—like heaven.
He adds one more finger and begins to finger fuck me hard, as he laps over my clit.
“Holy heaven that feels...oh, God don’t stop...if you do I’ll...”
“What?”
“I
’ll...fuck who the hell cares. Just don’t stop.”
He adds one more finger that fills me and pulls me in the right direction.
“Jax, I’m going to come all over those talented fingers and that so perfectly-trimmed goatee.”
“Shut up woman and let go.”
And I do. Hard, long, and blow-my-mind kind of come.
“Did you like that, babe?”
“Stupidest question—ever.”
He laughs.
“So how was it for you—the condom bits?”
He licks his lips. “A hint of peach with oaky undertones of Ryan, with a hint of tart citrus and the mild musky overtones of Grant.”
I laugh. “That was funny, Mr. Ryan.”
He smiles.
“Now every time I go wine tasting in Italy with Marco, I’ll think of you.”
He chuckles, and wipes his wet goatee off with the bed sheet.
He lies down next to me.
I turn and look at him.
“What?”
“I’ve just missed you so fucking much.”
“Babe, there is no way you could have missed me more that I missed you.”
“You have no idea, Mr. Ryan.”
“Really? Then why don’t you show me?”
* * *
Jaxson
And she does. She rolls me onto my back.
“I’ll show you how much I missed you, Mr. Ryan.”
She snatches a condom from the fuckery basket. She smiles as she carefully checks out the label. Satisfied—she rips it open and puts it in her mouth and gently blows.
No fucking way.
She winks, then with amazing, torturous, precision she glides her mouth down my now throbbing, drooling cock. The woman, (my woman) might not be able to deep throat “The Big Guy,” but by hell, she knows how to put on a condom.
“That was hot.”
She smiles. “You like?”
I look down at my swollen, overachieving dick, and her gaze follows.
“Do you even have to ask?”
“No, but I did.”
She straddles me, and slowly sinks down.
When she taken all of me in, she lets out a satisfied sigh.
She sits without moving for a couple of minutes, then preforms what I call her “accommodating circles.” “The Big Guy” is called “big” for a reason. It doesn’t matter how many times we make love, or how wet she is, she accommodates. I’m not complaining—I’m just sayin’—just lovin’ it and her.
I grin just thinking about it.