Page 7 of Our Shattered Pieces
Katy started pushing her ass back, and signs of her arousal were starting to coat the condom I had on. Now, while I’ve never had sex without a condom before, you’d think after a year together, we’d have done the whole testing/birth control thing, but we haven’t. No condom equals an ugly mess, and we couldn’t have that.
“Don’t stop, Grayson,” Katy moaned. “Oh, God…I’m going to cum…”
Again, I bit my tongue with what I wanted to say and stuck to the script. “Okay, I won’t stop.”
A few more thrusts in, Katy was finally cumming all over me and, admittedly, this was my favorite part of sex with her. As much as we held back for the sake of politeness, I could still make her cum, and that meant something for me. It meant I could still bring a woman pleasure without saddling her with my issues, and that was important to me.
Very important.
“Oh, God…Grayson, love…”
Leaning forward to cover her back with my body, I grabbed the comforter in both hands, and unloaded inside the condom. Spasm, after spasm, after spasm, and when I was done, I made sure to secure the rim of the condom to my dick, lest anything leak out.
When I returned from disposing the condom in the bathroom of Katy’s apartment, Katy was already dressed and ready to be presented to the world.
She smiled over at me. “That was great, babe.”
I smiled back. “It’s always great, Katy.” Her entire face beamed, and a small part of me felt like a bastard for lying to her.
Our sex life was good, but it wasn’t great. However, it was satisfying, and that’s what I was going to focus on. I didn’t need fireworks every damn time. I didn’t need my mind to spin or my body to seize in unimaginable pleasure. I needed her to get off and that was it.
“Presley Jones is having a party this weekend,” Katy said, as I started gathering my clothes to get dressed. “I thought we could make an appearance.”
I paused in zipping up my pants. “I…I thought you didn’t care for her?”
Katy rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not that I don’t care for her, per se,” she hedged. “It’s just…she’s an attention whore, and it can get so annoying sometimes.”
I went back to getting dressed. “Uh…yeah, sure. If you want to go, we can go.”
She walked up to me, and as my shirt came back down over my body, her hands slid up underneath the fabric. “You’re so sexy,” she murmured, but it was hard to believe her. If I were that sexy, how could she control herself so primly around me?
“Not as sexy as you are.” And that was the truth. I might not be a bad-looking dude, but Katy knew what her body did to men.
She grinned. “Maybe.”
Chapter 5
Molly~
The only excuse I had was that I was running late and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. Usually, I was super vigilant, but I had slept through my alarm, nixing time for my usual cup of coffee, and I was a mess with my schedule thrown off like this.
Coffee was nothing I had ever partaken in before college, but now I had grown a dependency on it to get me through the mornings. It was the only time I drank coffee, letting it do its job of getting me up and active for the day.
But missing out on that little bit of help this morning, I hadn’t been paying attention when I was racing towards my first class of the morning and ran smack dab into a hard chest. Strong arms reached out to steady me, and when I looked up at the poor soul who I had tried to run over, my blood ran cold, and I quickly stepped back.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I fired off hurriedly.
“That you are, Molly Cavanaugh,” he replied, and I did my best not to wince.
“I’m running late, Calvin,” I said. “I need to get to class.”
Calvin Hackett didn’t care apparently. “We could always just skip first class,” he suggested. “It’s close to the end of the semester anyway. What’s one class?”
I stared up at his handsome face and wanted to slap it. A six-foot wall of muscle, Calvin Hackett was a hot commodity at Berkeley. A senior, he was one of the most popular guys in school. Light brown hair with hazel eyes that were more green than brown, he was a good-looking sonofabitch.
“Not interested, Calvin,” I told him. “It might be one class for you since you’re already on your way out, but I don’t have that luxury.”
