Grady looks out the window at the moon hanging low in the sky, illuminating the lake and bathing it in a glint of sparkle. It’s almost magical. His silhouette is handsome as hell. “I neverwanted to come back here, and now I’ll miss it,” he says with longing in his voice.
My heart pulses in my throat watching him. I know what he means. If I could isolate a three-year period, extract it from my brain… my hometown would be my favorite place on earth. Those three years though…
What happened to bring on those years, what changed to stop it?
“Did you think we’d see each other again?” I’ve wanted to ask him that, but each time I’d stop myself. I’d planned to avoid him until the end of time. Until the twist of fate that put us here.
Leaning forward, he smiles at me. “Yeah, yeah, I did. Because we weren’t finished. Not our friendship, not…” His words drop off.
Not what? That’s the question I ask myself almost daily.
I’m Remi’s boyfriend, with Grady it’s less clear what we are.
Glancing away from him, I notice one of his guitars leaning against the side of the other recliner. I reach over to pick it up. “Hey… is this Carlotta’s?” She taught dozens of people to play on it. Daniel Gibson had once scratched a heart with their initials in it. She would tell us how mad it made her, with tears in her eyes and a big smile on her face. C.M. and D.G.
I strum a few lines from one of Grady’s songs. He sings it softly. Getting up, he comes back with his guitar. “Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd?” He starts to play and I join him. The ease between us as the familiar chords and notes meld together finds that dark place buried inside me, craving light. He sings a few words of it, “...just two lost souls…” The pitter patter of my heart is undeniable as we play. The song winds down, we’re both staring at one another.
One loaded moment is followed by both of us setting the guitars down to lunge at one another. We are on our knees, holding each other's heads as the joining of our mouths takes allmy air. “Goddamn it.” I press him against the chair, both of us on our knees still, his growing dick against mine. “Damn...”
He pulls back to look at me. “I want you, but not if this doesn’t mean the same thing to you.”
I huff out, “What’s that?” Sitting back on my heels, I place my hands on his thighs.
“You’re mine. It means that just as much as Remi is my girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend. Or we stop right now. I’m not into flings.”
Funny thing to say after what happened at The Splash with Remi in the first place. I want to throw that in his face. I’m still irritated by it.
“Well?” he asks, starting to stand.
I pull him back down. “You’re annoying. Of course that’s what it means.”
The coffee table gets knocked out the way, we’re not careful tugging at shorts or underwear. His hand cups my balls, then roams up my dick pressing it down against my stomach. “What do you want me to do?” he asks inches from my face.
My hands grab his ass pulling him flush against me, our mouths are back to teasing and tasting one another. With my hands under his ass, I grind against him, our hardening dicks rubbing against one another. Something unruly breaks loose inside me. The need to make him mine. Cum inside him. I flip him onto the floor underneath me, pushing the recliner further back with my foot.
“I don’t imagine you have lube laying around anywhere?” I ask, laughing lightly.
He spits into his hand, running it over my dick. “This’ll have to do.”
I don’t want to hurt him. “Your mouth, use your mouth.” I groan as I sit back, and he puts those fuckable lips around mydick, taking me back far enough to choke. Pulling back, he tries again.
Running my hand through his wavy hair, I let my legs fall open further, wrapping a hand around his dick to stroke it. He brings me close, but I don’t want to cum inside his mouth. I want his ass.
“No. Stop.” I push him off me, between his saliva and the pre-cum, I’m able to work myself into his ass a couple of inches. The tight pinch is close to uncomfortable. I keep a hand occupied with his balls and dick, keeping balance with the other hand.
His hands brace my waist. He leans up, growling, “Show me what you’ve got.”
Unleashing the unfurling want inside my belly, I push him back, wrapping a hand loosely around his throat. Bucking into him, while stroking his cock. His hands are trying to slam me even harder against him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I look down and watch my dick enter him, his dick is bobbing when I let go to give myself support putting my hands on either side of him. I’m driving into him so fast, I know I’m going to have a rug burn. I’ll take the rug burn while wearing a big fucking smile on my face. I cum, pulling out I pump it onto his stomach, wipe it all over his dick and mine. I come in for a breathless kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. “I can’t feel my fucking legs.”
He laughs at me, moving me back so he can sit up. His mouth finds one of my nipples, biting it slightly. He moves to the side of it, leaving a hickey in his wake. “Lay down on your side.”
Side by side, he takes both our dicks in his hand and gives a few strokes, before moving my ball sack up, he sticks a finger inside of me. “Ready for me?” he asks in his sexy fucking voice.
I don’t answer before he’s moved one of my legs up, easing himself inside. The pace is less frenetic, slow, deep strokes that rub just right, while I get harder than a rock again. Where the fuck is our girl? The three of us together is what I’m craving. Notthat this isn’t driving me over the edge. Adding Remi makesusfeel complete.
My weeping dick is pressed between us as Grady leans down against me to fuck his tongue into my mouth. An achy winding up threatens to make me explode. My arms tighten around him, as he breaks the kiss to lean his forehead against my head. “I’m leaving myself inside of you, I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside you.”
“Do it. Fucking do it,” I say through clenched teeth as I try to move him from underneath.