Seconds, minutes or what could be hours later, I lift my head from where it fell on her shoulder. Her eyes are closed so I take the time to look at her, really look at her. Her skin is flawless, a beautiful golden color, that I can imagine deepens in the sun. She has a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks, I make a mental note to kiss each one. Her lips are plump and so fucking kissable, a natural dark pink color that will look perfect wrapped around my cock. But right now, I want to kiss them. I place a gentle kiss to her plump lower lip, pulling it lightly between my teeth. Her lids flutter open and her sleepy brown eyes meet mine.
“Hey,” she sleepily mumbles. “Did we fall asleep?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I've never come that hard before.”
“Wow,” her eyebrows raise. “Is that normal?” I can’t help the chuckle that leaves my lips. I’ve found myself laughing a lot around her.
“No, sweetheart, there was nothing normal about that. I’ve never seen stars when I’ve come before, and I’ve certainly never lost track of time like that.”
“Good, not just me then.” We smile at each other, and I realise I’m still buried inside her. Every fibre of my being wants me to stay where I am, but I’m aware of the condom I need to dispose of. Leaning up on my elbow, I ease my cock out of her. Her gasp causes my eyes to snap to her.
“You okay?” I ask, pausing in my action, just the tip of my semi hard cock remaining inside her.
“Yeah, just sensitive. You’re quite a lot to take,” she smirks.
“But you took me so well.” I nuzzle her nose with mine, giving her lips a peck whilst I’m there, then pull the remainder of the way outof her and lift from the bed. “Let me just get rid of this,” I gesture to the used condom hanging from my cock and make my way into the bathroom. I wrap and throw the condom in the bin and grab a washcloth, soaking it under the warm tap and carrying it back into the bedroom with me. She’s lying on the bed, under the covers, hiding from me. As I approach, I pull the covers back, exposing her body to me and pull her legs apart.
“What are you doing?” She gasps in shock.
“Cleaning you up. Though I have to say, I’ve never been more ungrateful to a condom before. I’d love nothing more than to see my cum leaking out of you right now.”
“Is that something you’ve done before?” She asks nervously.
“Filled a woman up with my cum? Watched it leak out of her?” Her breath hitches, her chin dipping in acknowledgement. Time to give a partial truth. “No, and that is going to sound impossible, seeing as I have a son. But I wore a condom, I have always worn a condom. I was just one of those unlucky statistics where something didn’t quite work.” I can see the shock on her face, she wasn’t expecting me to announce I have a child. What’s she going to think when she realises it’s her ex? I know I should tell her sooner rather than later, but I honestly don’t know what her reaction is going to be. I can’t imagine it will be anything good, and I just want to enjoy this weekend with her. I don’t want this bubble we’ve found ourselves in to burst just yet.
“He’s definitely yours?” It’s a fair question and one I asked myself during the whole of Julia’s pregnancy and birth. It’s why I made her do a DNA test, but Edward is definitely mine and the older he gets, the more you can see it. He’s the image of me as a young man. Unfortunately, everything else he gets is from his mother.
“Yes, he’s mine. I made his mother do a DNA test when he was born. Does me having a son bother you?”
“I mean, you’re older than me, it was a possibility right? You’re ermm… you’re not still involved with the mother?” This question pleases me a lot more than it should. Would she be jealous? Does she want something between us beyond this weekend?
“I have never been involved with his mother.” She raises her eyebrows at me. “What I mean is, we were never in a relationship. We fucked a couple of times. That’s it. I never planned to have Julia in my life. When my son turned eighteen, I had my own celebration, because it meant I didn’t have to have anything to do with her anymore.”
“Eighteen? How old is your son?”Shit.
“Twenty-three.” I swear I can feel sweat gathering at my spine. I’m nervous as fuck right now.
“Twenty-three,” she shouts. “Gray, your son is older than me!” Yep, I’ve shocked her. Her wide eyes are looking at me with a mix of panic and, is that lust? Is she turned on right now?
“I’m aware, baby. I know you’re too young for me. I knew on the plane when I first saw you. I knew on the drive over here. I knew when I walked into this room with you, and I knew when I shoved my cock inside you. But I also know I don’t give a fuck. I want you, and you want me. Right now, that’s all that matters.” Oh yeah, she’s turned on. Her pussy is glistening for me. Her chest quivering with her breaths. And even though she’s probably sore, I know I’m about to fuck her again. I crook my finger at her. “Come here, baby, and spread those legs for me. I’m going to fuck my little cock slut into this mattress.”
Chapter 4
Paige
“You okay?” Chloe asks as I take my seat at a stool around the bar.
“Huh?”
“Have you hurt yourself? You’re wincing?” I feel myself blush. If only she knew. She would definitely not feel any concern for me; because, yes, I am sore. My pussy feels like it’s been massacred. Gray fucked me into the mattress as promised. God, does that man know how to use that cock of his. I think I might have passed out again. Then, because he got me all dirty, he decided we needed to clean up in the shower, which resulted in him nailing me against the wall. I think he’s broken me, but I can hardly tell Chloe that. Yes, Chloe, I’m in pain, your dad’s best friend and the man you’ve known your whole life has fucked me silly with his giant dick! Nope, not a conversation I’m going to have tonight; if ever.
For all I know, this is a weekend fling and nothing more. We may never speak again after the wedding. I mean, I don’t even have his number. He’s eaten my pussy and fucked me three times, he’s going to sleep in my bed, but I couldn’t call him if I needed to.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Chlo, just those plane seats are super uncomfortable.” True, just not the truth.
“Oh, so true.” She thankfully agrees, but who doesn’t agree that plane seats are uncomfortable.
We’re soon joined by Chloe’s three sisters, one younger and two older and we all catch up on each others lives. They’re glad to hear I broke things off with Edward. Not that any of them had met him, but they could tell I wasn’t in to him and hadn’t liked the sound of him from the get-go. I wonder what they would think of Grayson and I? Would people look at us and see something wrong. I don’t know his exact age, but he said he’s in his forties. That makes him more than likely, at least, twenty years older than me. Would people comment? Would they look at us different? Would I care? No, I don’t think I would. If he made me happy, it wouldn’t matter what anyone else thought. But I need to stop with these thoughts, we’re not anything. We’re just two people making the most of an attraction and close proximity for a weekend. That’s it. I’ll have to keep reminding myself of that, I’ve never had a one-night stand before, or weekend stand? And I need to make sure I don’t catch feelings for Gray. I mentally switch him off in my brain and focus on what the girls are saying. Chloe is my priority this weekend. Grabbing my wine, I settle in for a girls night.
