Page 53 of A Lesson in Deceit
I furrowed my brow. “What about it?”
We’d already had some version of an aftermath conversation, so what more was there?
Grayson gave me an incredulous look. “Oh, I don’t know, it’s just kind of wild that it happened in the first place. I mean we’d never really talked about that kind of thing, just you and me.”
“I don’t think anyone really knows how to bring up a topic like hey,I would really love to fuck you and your girlfriend, is that cool?” I said, chuckling.
“It was just a little strange how natural it all felt, at least for me.”
I mulled this over. “I can understand that. There probably should have been some fumbling around or like awkward moments, but nope, just a very sated Riley and two extremely satisfied cocks.”
Grayson grabbed my chin and shook me playfully. “Are you really okay with whatever this is?”
“If I wasn’t, last night wouldn’t have happened. Despite wanting to do what made Riley happy, I have my own dealbreakers. Involving you in our sex life isn’t one of them.” I took his wrist in my hand and moved my fingers so that I traced lines on his palm. “Riley is a big turn on for me by herself, but watching you fuck her was…. something else.”
He stared at where our hands touched. “And she wants us to fuck each other. She’s almost eager about it.”
I laughed. “It’s been a minute since we’ve done that.” I brought my hand up and traced the tip of my finger down the side of his jaw. He gave me a look of wariness, but it was slowly descending into desire. “I heard what you said to her, how you remember what my piercing felt like? Do you still think about it?”
I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “That thing is hard to forget.”
My lips twitched, morphing into a smile. “Your mouth on my cock is also very hard to forget.”
He sent me a smile back, running his hand over the front of my pants. “The feeling is mutual.” He rubbed his hand along me harder, but then stopped, starting to pull back. “Maybe we should wait for Riley.”
I leaned towards him, my hand finding the button on his shorts. “She said she wanted to be a part of the first time we have sex again, not the first time I stroke your dick again.”
“I—fuck,” he moaned when I had my hand inside his shorts, feeling how hard he was.
“No sex, just touching. Can you handle that?” I teased, using my free hand to unzip my own pants and pull out my cock.
He gripped me tightly, moving his hand up and down, letting my piercing move over his fingers. “I think I can handle it just fine.”
I moved my thumb over the underside of his shaft, while I kept up my movements. My hand stroked the smooth texture of his cock, a small bead of moisture dripping from the tip. I swiped my thumb over it, bringing it to my mouth and tasting. My eyes closed when he dipped his hand in deeper and found my balls. He massaged and caressed, then moved his hand back up, stroking me again.
I stuck my tongue out and licked my palm, his eyes widening as I grabbed his cock and swirled my hand around the head then back down. I wanted to lean down and take him in my mouth. I wondered if he tasted just like he did before, but I would refrain and just feel him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I said through my teeth, when his hand started to move faster.
Grayson was panting, his dick harder than I’d ever seen it. “Please, fuck, go faster. I’m close.” I did what he said, moving my hand at a more frantic pace.
Our breathing was harsh and desperate. It felt so intimate in this small space with his parents downstairs. I felt my ballstighten and my legs tense, then a wave of relief washed over me, like I was on a high.
A warm liquid hit my hand, running down my knuckles. I looked down and noticed that it had also gotten on his shirt and some had gotten on mine. I removed my hand from him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I brought my hand to my mouth, licking away all the evidence.
Grayson smirked at me, but he did the same, licking me off his hand. He tucked his cock back in his pants, leaning over and kissing me. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it meant something. He kissed my cheek then let out a loud huff when he looked at his shirt. “Fuck, now I have to change.”
26
Riley
The guys had dropped me off at my dorm and I tapped my keycard, seeing Corrin lying on her bed with her arm thrown over her face. She could have been sleeping, so I made sure to be quiet when I closed the door.
“Ugh!” I heard her groan.
I walked over to her bed and sat down. “What is it?”
She moved her hand away, giving the most dramatic sigh. “Not the greatest weekend I’ll say.”
