More Layers: Book Two Layers Series (9 page)

“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.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t give out big, shitass grins like that, Mr. Ryan, for nothing.”

“I just like what I see.”

“Fucking love what I see. I can’t tell you how many days and nights I’ve dreamt of riding your big, badass cock.”

“Well then, giddy up.”

She giggles. “Yippee ki-yay.”

I laugh. Hell. I haven’t laughed this much in...well, since her.

I raise my hips and try to buck her off my hard, bronco-busting cock.

She laughs as she rides up my dick. “That was fun. Do it again.”

I do it again and she laughs again.

Then she bends forward and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Kiss me,” she whispers and brings her lips to mine.

I do as she commands. I kiss her.

She moans, and begins her ride.

Thank fuck.

She pulls her lips from mine and rises onto her knees, giving her more leverage to fuck me harder.

I want and need her closer. I sit up and lean back on my arms.

We are now chest-to-chest, forehead-to-forehead. She loves loving this way. When we move together my cock sinks deeper as it strokes across her clit harder. It turns her inside out, and when she’s turned inside out, it drives me crazy-mad.

Lex rides me until she’s too far gone to keep up a steady pace.

I lift up and circle my hips.

“Yes, God yes, Jax.”

I circle again and she pushes herself harder, deeper.

“Jax...that spot. Do that again. Hit that spot.”

“What spot, babe?” I tease.

“The best fucking spot—ever,” she moans out.

“Lean back, babe.”

She does.

I lean forward and latch onto a nipple; I bite down then suck it hard.

“Stop, Jax, it feels...too good.”

What? “Never. Not fucking possible, babe.”

She leans forward and puts her arms around me, forcing her nipple to “pop” from my mouth.

She stiffens then I feel her shatter around me.

It goes on and on, like the goddamn Energizer bunny.

She leans her forehead on my shoulder. I don’t think so; I’m just getting warmed up.

I fall back and take her with me. She’s so spent her limbs are like Jell-O.

“It’s my turn, babe.”

I pull her up and off me and roll her over and onto her belly. I hop off the bed and pull her up and back from her hips, bringing her to her knees and her ass level with my cock.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you like this, babe, wrapping your fuck-me-long hair round my hand.”

I do as I say. I wrap it around my hand.

“Then tugging it, so your head falls back on your shoulders, as I enter you.”

I tug, her head falls back and I enter her.

“Then I’ll keep a firm grip and pull, as I look at your fine ass and fuck you until I come hard, and cry out your name.”

And I do just that, because I’m a naughty boy.

Pre-wedding Jitters

Alexia

“I can’t believe you did this,” Jules all but shouts in my ear, as she throws her arms about like I’m a game show host and she just picked the right price, door, or curtain. “How in the hell did you manage to get both of my parents to come? I don’t think—no—I know they haven’t been in the same room for over twenty years.”

“I can be damn persuasive when I have to be.”

“I don’t care how you did it, but I love the fact that you did.”

I give her a hug. “Jules, I’d do anything for you.”

She grins and lifts a sexy brow.

“Not that!”

She laughs. “It would be fun.”

“I’m sure it would. But let’s not.”

She hugs me tight. “Oh well, your loss, Nick’s gain.”

The man of the hour joins us. “Hey, what’s going on? Can I join you?” he says as we group hug.

Jules laughs. “Give her a good squeeze, Nickie. This will probably be the closest to a threesome she’ll ever have.”

He laughs and we end our (threesome) hug.

Nick kisses me on the cheek. “I don’t know how you pulled this off...” He tries not to tear up by taking a cleansing breath. “But I love you for doing it. My parents are on cloud eleven right now. Look at them.”

We look over at Nick parents. They’re wonderful parents—the kind of parents everyone should have and they’re...hammered like nails in the floor.

“They’re smashed out of their minds,” Jules comments.

“Yes they are,” Nick says proudly. “It’s the first time I’ve seen them let go since mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.”

“I’m so happy that she’s cancer free,” I say to Nick.

“You and me both. I just can’t believe my whole family is here,” he spouts like I’ve performed some kind of miracle.

I guess it was a small miracle. Nick has three brothers and two sisters and they live all over the world. Nick told me that they haven’t been together for over ten years. I had each of them, and their families, flown from their respective homes in a Grant International jet. Paid for babysitters, bribed bosses, paid for all their expenses. I did anything and everything to get them to come. And I would do it again a million times to see the look on their faces.