Nova
The bed was unfamiliar, my throat was dry and sore, and my jaws were on fire, all bad signs if the looming headache I had had anything to do with it. But the picture from the night before wasn’t quite clear enough for me to draw a definite conclusion yet.
“At least I still have my panties on,” I thought to myself until I shifted against the sheets and landed in a wet spot that contradicted their existence.
And that’s when it hit me.
This wasn’t just anyone’s bed, and it wasn’t wet for just any old reason. Guy and I had… we had... done it all without doing it all, touched, and licked, and exchanged bodily fluids without actual penetration. Well… without dick penetration, his thick fingers making me cum harder than David’s dick could ever do.
David.
This whole thing started with him. Him showing up in Miami, him showing up to the club like a creep, him trying to collect what he thought belonged to him when really he was only pushing me further into Guy’s arms; or on top of Guy’s dick. But even after everything had gone down at the club, I only managed to capture the next best thing with special thanks to a little liquid courage - eh, a lot of liquid courage.
Guy had been a complete gentleman about it all until I forced the issue and made myself clear; the exact thing he had been asking for all along. And now that I had cleared my palate of David, now that I could breathe again like Kaylin insisted, it only made me want more of what I had been depriving myself of.
More of him.
Since staying in his bed with no guarantee that he planned on returning wouldn’t get me what I wanted, I made my way to the living room and found him lounging on the couch watching TV in the same outfit from the night before; just basketball shorts. I stood back long enough to admire the thickness of his bare shoulders, the shoulders I had perched my feet on the night before to give his tongue even better angles.
Not that he needed my help.
Guy knew exactly what to do to set me on fire as if he was professionally trained. And maybe he was from experience, not that I cared either way. If experience was what it took to be the expert that he was then I was a supporter of the movement.
My steps must’ve been heavier than I thought as Guy turned just slightly against the couch to look at me over his shoulder, his smile full when he said, “Good morning, sleepyhead. You feelin’ alright?”
I gnawed at my lip as I plopped down next to him on the couch, trying to ignore the heat the closeness was already creating between my thighs as I answered, “I’m… great, actually. Thank you.”
He gave a short nod as we fell into a comfortable silence, the television providing the background noise necessary to prevent things from being completely awkward. But I knew I had no choice but to address the elephant in the room when I started, “So… about last night…”
Before I could continue, he cut me off. “No need to explain, sweetheart. I followed your lead, did what you asked, and we had some fun. It’s all good. I don’t judge.”
While I could appreciate his take, I also knew there was a little more to the story - a little more that I wanted. And even though I didn’t have alcohol to rely on for courage, I did have a newfound confidence and a recently renewed sexual appetite that allowed me to scoot a little closer and run my hand against his thigh.
“Are you judging me now?” I asked, moving my hand from his thigh to his dick that clearly didn’t rest much considering the tent it had already created in his shorts.
Guy wore an amused expression, letting out a low chuckle when he asked, “Nova, what are you doing?”
“I mean, you said you couldn’t have sex with me yesterday because you thought I was too inebriated. But it’s a new day, a new me, and…” I trailed as he cut me off with something much more direct.
“You wanna get fucked.”
Hearing the words out loud made me blush. And Guy took full advantage of that uneasiness, turning my way to demand, “Say it, Nova. Say, “I want you to fuck the shit out of me, Guy”. Say, “I want you to do that thing with your tongue again, but instead of fingers I want your dick that I tried to swallow whole”.”
“Oh my God…” I groaned as my hands flew to cover my mouth; the mouth he had apparently pulled my thoughts right out of since his quotes were damn near spot on.
Of course he didn’t let me remain only mid-level mortified, driving the meter through the roof when he pulled my hands away and insisted, “Nah, don’t get all embarrassed now, baby. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Suddenly, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes as I stammered, “I just… I guess I want to…”
The bass in his voice was thicker than usual when he barked, “No. No guessing, Nova. Tell me what you want.”
“You can do this, Nova. Just tell him what you want,” I coached in my head, releasing a heavy sigh before I finally admitted, “I want to... fuck you. Or get fucked. Or whichever way involves that in this, or this on that; over and over again.”
For a second, Guy was quiet as he just… looked at me, turning the seconds into minutes until a sly grin finally grew on his face. And I assumed it was a good sign when he tilted my chin and leaned in, stopping just short of my lips to ask, “Who knew someone so cute could have a mouth so filthy?”
But instead of bringing my chin closer to kiss me, he released it on his way up from the couch, him walking away crushing the expectations I had of him taking me right there in the living room.
“Where are you going?” I shouted over the back of the couch as he made his way towards the hall.
He didn’t even peek back when he answered, “To get dressed. So I can go pick up my son before he starts getting on everyone’s nerves.”
Wait…
If he’s going to pick up Jaxson then that means…
Just the thought had me hopping up from the couch, following his tracks down the hall towards his bedroom where he was already digging through his drawers for an outfit to wear. I felt confident in my pursuit until he looked up at me, my heart skipping a beat as I leaned against the doorframe for support. “So we’re really not going to… you know…”
“You sound so surprised, Nova. Not used to getting turned down?” he asked, taking a real stab at my ego since I had never really been bold enough to put myself in a position to be turned down.
I dug my feet in the carpet as I explained, “I just thought… assumed… since you made me request it so explicitly that…”
He brushed me off with one of his little chuckles. “That was just for shits and giggles. I’m not really tryna be your rebound dick, especially this immediately. You need some time to digest last night, recover from last night, and then maybe we can… how’d you put it? Put this in that, over and over again.”
Something about him taking me for a joke had me hot as I crossed the carpet, finding myself on the opposite side of the bed as I snapped, “Wow. You must really think your dick is all that if you believe I won’t just go out and find somebody else.”
“You won’t,” he replied shortly, arrogantly, correctly.
Since I had already made a fool of myself, I decided against making matters any worse as I stormed out of his room, his laughs following behind me as I made my way to my side of the condo. But once I was there, I only became even more frustrated since… I can’t believe he really played me like that.
I was tempted to go back to his room to really tell his ass off, but figured I was better off getting myself together first. And after brushing my teeth, washing my face, and a nice hot shower to soothe my limbs that were a little sore from all the “dancing” I had apparently done the night before, I wasn’t as mad as I still wanted to be since… he was kind of right. I couldn’t just pretend like things hadn’t gotten incredibly ugly with David at the club, couldn’t ignore the fact that the man I had given all my attention to for the past few years was no longer, and I couldn’t expect Guy to take me on with all that in mind.
Still, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to act angry when he showed up in my doorway to ask, “You wanna ride over to Kay and Lamar’s with me?”
I kept my eyes on the TV instead of him, popping my lips as I pushed out, “Nope. Gonna go out and find me some better company since somebody is being stingy.”
He shook his head as he leaned against the doorframe, watching me for a few moments before making his way over to the bed. I was mad at myself for getting goosebumps when he plopped down near my feet, running a gentle thumb against my ankle when he insisted, “Nova, it’s for your own good. Seriously.”
Inside, I wanted to snatch my foot away in another pout. But outwardly, it felt way too good to make him stop, though that still didn’t keep me from firing back, “Well I never asked you to be good to me, Guy.”
My words caused a deranged look to bloom on his face; a look of anger, no… maybe lust?
Before I could decide, he was yanking me by the ankle to pull me flat on my back. And in no time at all, he was hovering over me with my wrists pinned over my head. “This is what you want, right? You want me to just… not give a fuck? Not care at all?” he growled, his face diving to take a full suck of my neck that made me groan.
“Oh God, yes,” I whimpered as he followed it up with an assortment of nibbles and kisses across my throat before giving the other side of my neck equal treatment.
“You sure have a way of getting what you want out of me, Miss. Nova. I don’t think I like that very much,” he groaned into my ear as his heavy hand latched onto my neck in a way that only heightened everything else he was already doing to me.
Even with limited air supply, I was able to challenge, “Well what are you gonna do about it?”
He smirked. “See. It’s that mouth. Talks that shit and now I know it can back it up too.”
“Lucky you.”
“Nah. Definitely lucky you,” he said with one of his signature low chuckles before dropping his lips to mine, his kiss - our first real kiss - so perfectly sweet while also being so perfectly aggressive with his hand still covering my throat.
Guy was thick and heavy in build, but somehow kept himself feather light as he dragged his kisses from my lips to my breasts, pulling away just long enough to push my camisole up so that he could access my nipples. And once again, I got a dose of his equal opportunity love as he went back and forth, licking and sucking each nipple as if he couldn’t decide which one was his favorite.
“You taste so good, baby,” he hummed as he kissed down my abdomen that was still covered in light stretchmarks from my weight loss, something that David wouldn’t dare look at when the sun was up. Yet here was Guy, midday, taking full advantage of the roadmap they set for his real destination as he peeled away the cotton shorts I wore on his way down.
He tossed them to the side as he asked, “No panties huh? You must’ve known I was coming back.”
While that wasn’t necessarily my reason for airing things out, I couldn’t help but grin as I watched him climb from the bed to get rid of his own pants revealing, “No boxers huh? You must’ve known you were coming.”
“The only one who’s gonna be coming is you,” he teased as he picked up his pants and pulled a condom from his pocket, tossing it on the nightstand before stroking his dick even more to life; the sight making me gulp since I didn’t remember it being so… full.
No wonder my damn jaws were sore this morning.
“Turn over,” he demanded, the amusement in his expression back to all lusty business as I followed orders, unsure of what would be happening next. But no matter what, I was still giddy with anticipation since something was finally happening.
Well… something outside of that thing he did with his tongue.
But it didn’t take long for me to realize Guy had an arsenal of things he did with his tongue when he spread my cheeks apart and covered me with his mouth, hot and moist and, maybe, a little tickly. My natural reaction was to collapse onto the bed, but Guy wrapped an arm around my frame to keep me how he wanted while he continued the assault with his tongue, adding even more fuel to the flame when he used his free hand to rub circles against my clit. I buried my head in the pillows to muffle my groans, but somehow he managed to yank them all from under me as if he was desperate to hear exactly what he was doing to me.
So I let him hear it, told him exactly how I was feeling with an assortment of moans, and groans, and even multiple versions of his name. And just when I felt myself on the brink of really coming undone, he pulled away, the rip of the condom wrapper drowned out by my panting before the air was filled with a real ass scream when he slammed into me from behind.
“Nova, baby. Relax. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he whispered as if he wasn’t currently ripping me to shreds with one single stroke. I honestly couldn’t decide if it was more pleasure or pain, my body covered in tingles as he somehow sank even deeper. “I got you, baby. I got you,” he coached as he slowly began gliding in and out, holding onto my shoulder for leverage as my ass smacked against him. And I was grateful when my body finally adjusted to his size, allowing me to really meet his rhythm with my own.
“Shit, girl,” he hissed as he moved his hands from my shoulder to my hair, giving it a stiff yank to pull my head back so that he could meet my lips with another spine-tingling kiss. But apparently the kiss was only to distract me from the fact that he was increasing his strokes, giving me even more than he had been before when it seemed impossible for him to have anything left.
He pulled his lips away to growl, “This what you wanted?” Yanking my hair again when I didn’t answer fast enough. But I couldn’t answer with him doing all this, and saying all this, and giving me much more than I had anticipated. In fact, there was so much surging through my body at once that I barely heard him demand, “You better answer me, Nova.”
“Y-yes,” I pushed out from somewhere as he moved his hand from my hair to my neck, wrapping his hand around my throat so that I couldn’t escape his perfectly pleasurable torture if I wanted to.
Of course I didn’t want to. I wanted this to last all day and night, wanted to get whatever this was over and over again for as long as I lived now that I had experienced it once. And what made that even crazier was the fact that we weren’t even done.
Guy reminded me of that when he pulled out and flipped me onto my back, yanking me towards the edge of the bed by my thighs before taking me with my legs hooked in the crook of his elbows. His strokes were just as strong, just as consistent, just as debilitating as I grew closer and closer to my orgasm. And Guy knew it too, the sexiest smirk on his face as if his ass was just getting started.
What the hell did I get myself into?
The answer to my question came a few moments later with white noise in my ears and static behind my eyes as Guy gave me a stroke powerful enough to send me over the edge, my body so sensitive that I had to get away from him for my own good. But he kept me in place, driving into me until he grunted through his own orgasm and managed to give me another one on the way.
I wasn’t even sure if I was still of the earth until I felt Guy pat me on the ass. “Go get cleaned up, sweetheart. We got places to be.”
Instead of responding with words I didn’t really have, I only groaned as I slipped deeper into the covers.
He chuckled, climbing from the bed and taking the cover with him as he said, “Nova, come on. You know if you don’t come, Kaylin is gonna have a shit ton of questions.”
“And if I do come, she’s still gonna have a shit ton of questions. I’ll take my chances,” I told him, burying my face into the sheet since it was the only thing left on the bed.
A pillow hit my back and then a second as he launched them my way, making his rounds to gather the rest of the bedding. “Nova, for real. I want you to come.”
“Your wish was just granted. Twice,” I reminded him, my voice a little muffled thanks to the pillow I was finally adjusting against. But just like before, he pulled it away, holding it over me until I surrendered. “Okay, fine. Just let me get… five minutes. A catnap.”
“You can nap on the drive over,” he said as he gave my ass another smack that stung hard enough to get me out of bed.
My face was scrunched, but I couldn’t dare have a real attitude when I made my way to the bathroom and whined, “This is your fault, you know.”
He continued getting dressed in the bedroom when he shouted back, “You’re the one who asked for it! Shouldn’t have threatened me with such a good time!”
A good time.
That seemed small scale in comparison to what he had done to me. And with the skill that he had done it with, you would’ve thought he had studied my body for years, probably part of the reason that he had warned me. He knew too much, knew I would become infatuated with his style, and knew I’d probably start acting as crazy as the women before me who had been blessed with the opportunity to experience him.
I couldn’t be that girl, no matter how much I was already writing the script for our next go-round in my head. But if he was going to be casual and cool about it, then so would I.