Convenience and Compatibility (35 page)

He is able to remove my grip on his body with
one hand and then attacks my breasts before trailing small kisses
down my body until he reaches my clit. Oh, fuck ya.

His stubble tickles the inside of my thighs
as his mouth makes me wet and my breathing harder. My toes curl and
I can almost touch my orgasm when Greg moves away, up to my mouth
where I taste myself on his tongue.

I bring one hand to his shoulders, feeling
the strength underneath as I slide the other down to my clit – I
need to come. It only takes a moment before I break my mouth away
and cry out as my orgasm takes over. “Greeeg.” I moan, and then I
come again.

I’m still contracting when Greg glides his
cock into me, slick with my want for him. The feeling is nothing
short of amazing and I open my eyes to watch him as he moves inside
me. Greg moves slowly, with amazingly deep pumps, all the while
locking eyes with me. The look on his face is nothing short of
love, lust and desire.

I dig my nails into his perfect ass; his cue
that I need some pain, need to be fucked. A slow smile covers his
face as he continues slowly pumping. My body tenses, knowing that
the intensity I want will begin soon. I watch for his reaction as I
reach my hand into his nightstand. Greg’s face lights up, and I
know that I will find it in there, my little bullet of happiness. I
feel it’s rubbery spikes on my fingers and pull it into my
fist.

And then it all happens so fast: Greg pulls
out, he flips me over, grabs my hips, shoves his cock into me,
pumping me like an animal. I’m barely able to put the strap on my
finger and turn on the vibrator as Greg pounds into me. Knowing I
don’t have much time, I put it on my clit and grab the sheets near
my head – overwhelmed by it all.

“I’m close.”

All I can do is nod a little as another
orgasm starts building. My breathing is ragged and I cry into the
sheets as I come around him. Dean grips me by the shoulders and
cries out as well, shuddering into me. A few last pumps and a grunt
and I know he is done. I straighten my legs and Greg falls next to
me on the bed, pulling me into his chest.

“Hmmm, that was lovely Greg.”

“I agree.” Greg nuzzles my neck. “I am so
happy right now.”

“Me too.”

Greg pulls the covers over us and we lay
motionless for I don’t know how long. Long enough that the cum
seeping out of me has time to dry a little on the inside of my
legs.

“I forgot to tell you, Adam texted me
earlier, asking if we wanted to go out with Tara and him
later.”

“Sure. For dinner?”

“Yea.” Greg answers preoccupied, massaging my
breast.

I look over and he raises his eyebrow to me,
asking if I want to go another round.

“How do you have the stamina?”

“Don’t know. I guess the working out helps. I
spent the last couple months fantasizing what I would do to you if
I got you back.”

“Oh really?”

Greg smiles. “You have no idea. Porn
helped.”

“Well I really enjoyed that thing you just
did.”

Greg starts touching his cock, stroking it,
and I watch as it gets harder.

“Fuck Greg, are you serious?”

“Oh, yea. Let’s go.”

“Let me clean up from the first round before
we go again.”

I walk to the bathroom and clean myself up
the best I can.

Greg is sitting on the edge of the bed, his
muscular frame illuminated by the pale light coming from the window
behind him. I walk up to him, my breasts level with his mouth and
he takes this opportunity to consume them. Half massaging, half
sucking I groan and tug on his hair as I watch him. He grabs my ass
and squeezes each cheek, moaning into my chest. His hands slide
down each leg as he guides them around his torso and I’m sitting on
his lap. He moves onto my mouth, his kisses wet and deep,
passionate and needy. Greg pulls my ass so his cock is at the
entrance of my sex. He teases me; barely putting the tip in and
pulling it out by slightly lowering and lifting me up. I feel the
familiar pain in my pussy that can only be fixed by the space being
filled. I pull away from his kisses and bite his lip, groaning, and
dig my nails into his shoulders - wanting to inflict some pain on
him as well.

Greg lies back on the bed and drops me on the
full length of his cock, filling the space and lessening the need,
but increasing the pain. I need him to fuck me silly again. The
intensity increases and I feel another orgasm starting. I grip his
shoulders, focusing on my impending orgasm as I squeeze his body
with between my limbs. Greg sits up and I find my mouth biting
Greg’s shoulder as I cry out his name; begging for more, begging
for him to stop – oversexed and overstimulated beyond belief. The
orgasm ends and I feel another close, knowing I can grab it and
ride it to ecstasy if I want to. I dig my nails into Greg again, as
the next one takes over all my senses. This time I scream his name
and I throw my head back as it takes over my body. Greg holds me
close and moves my back to the bed, his cock still inside me. He
buries his head into my hair and cries out as he comes, digging his
fingers into the cheeks of my ass.

He falls down onto me and I can’t help myself
as I grind my pelvis into him. He looks up and this tells me
everything –I’m on my own here. Greg moves to the side and I touch
my clit, it’s so sensitive and I feel greedy, wanting to come just
one more time. Greg kisses my neck and puts his hand on my belly. I
grab his hand and put mine over it, guiding it to what I need it to
do. My muscles tense and I come again, squeezing my eyes shut and
gripping the bed with my free hand.

It takes a minute for the after effects of
the orgasm to subside. I hold Greg’s hand on my clit, moving it
gently until I’m sure there will be no more orgasms for the
moment.

I open my eyes to Greg leaning over me,
wide-eyed.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“That was so fucking hot.”

“Really?” I’m embarrassed that he was
watching me, though at the time I couldn’t care less. “Stop looking
at me like that.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe you just came six
times.” A slow smile covers his face. Yes, I want to tell him,
that’s what you do to me. His cock is my own private dildo,
perfectly shaped for my pussy. I know I can have him any time I
want – he’s mine. I run a hand up his arm muscles and drool a
little. Why can’t I get enough of this man?

I get up and head to the shower. I can only
stand so much sex, my pussy will be out of commission soon if I
take it beyond it’s limits – even if my clit is asking for
more.

“Where are you going?”

“A shower. I’m covered with every type of
body fluid you have.”

“Not every type.” Greg calls and I can hear
him laughing from the other room.

I roll my eyes as I start the shower. I do
have some limits to my depravity.

Chapter 22

We sit in the restaurant with Adam and Tara,
our drinks ordered and waiting for our food. We are at a new place
tonight; a small hole-in-the-wall on the water in Ballard
specializing in seafood. Greg ordered oysters while winking at me,
and I know that he will want more from me later. The girls are
sitting on one side facing the boys and I’m glad so my over-sexed
body can have a respite from Greg and his greedy hands.

I recount my encounter from earlier today
with Dean, stopping when I get to the part where Greg comes in.
Greg is strangely silent when we get to this part.

Tara asks the question I’ve been wanting to
ask but was afraid to know. “What happened Greg?”

Greg shrugs, “I told him to go away.”

“That’s it?” Tara asks, incredulously.

Greg smiles and looks at me. “More or less.”
He looks guilty and I know he did more than what he is saying.

“What did you do Greg?” I am serious now. I
know this is not good.

“Let’s talk about it later, okay?”

I nod and feel a knot in my stomach. What is
he afraid to tell me?

Our dinner is jovial enough, we make plans
for the week, my last week in town. We decide to move out of the
apartment Friday afternoon – the only time everyone has off. Tara
and I will clean the apartment in the morning, then we will all go
out for dinner and drinks after everything is done.

We don’t linger over dinner, as we all seem
anxious to get home. I have plans for Greg and me tonight, and it
involves blindfolds and whipped cream. But before that can happen,
I need to find out about his encounter with Dean. Greg and I get in
the car before I start grilling him.

“So… tell me what happened with Dean.” I look
at his profile while he’s driving, watching his jaw harden. I know
he doesn’t want to tell me, but I will get it from him if he
resists. I can be persistant.

“We talked and things escalated.”

“Why did things escalate?”

“He said some things that really upset me.”
Greg glances at me and I’m scared to ask the next question.

“What did you do to him Greg?”

“Mallory….”

“Greg… tell me now.”

“I hit him.” Greg says quietly, knowing full
well that I will be angry.

I close my eyes and turn my head. I can’t
believe he would do that to anyone, I don’t care how mad he was. As
much as I want Dean to go away, he doesn’t deserve to be treated
that way.

We get back to Greg’s place after a tense and
silent car ride home. I’m aware of Greg turning and looking at me
many times, but I ignore him and stare out the front windshield. By
the time we park I’ve pretty much made up my mind to leave. I need
to get away from these men. I thought Greg had grown up a little,
but now I can see he hasn’t changed enough, he is still the jealous
jock he was before.

We walk into the condo and I go into the
bedroom and close the door. I find my suitcase and start packing,
throwing my belongings inside before Greg has a chance to stop me.
He knocks on the door and I ignore it.

“Mallory, I’m coming in.”

I keep my eyes on my task as he stands in the
doorway, watching me.

“What are you doing? You can’t leave!” he
asks, shocked, with his mouth hanging open.

I ignore him and he makes no movement to stop
me, standing still like a statue.

“Please don’t leave. I’m sorry.”

I try to shut my suitcase, but have to sit on
it in order for it to close – it’s a struggle. Greg still stands in
the doorway and makes no attempt to help me.

“Please, I love you.”

“Maybe this was a mistake. We broke up for a
reason Greg.” Greg is silent and I continue. “Did you beat the shit
out of him?”

“No… I just hit him once… you still love him,
don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I’m not a robot, we just
broke up. But I love you too and I’m shocked that you would treat
anyone that way. Have some empathy Greg, he’s going through a hard
time.” I look up into his face and see tears falling down to his
chin.

“But you didn’t hear what he said….”

I cut him off. “What did he say exactly
Greg?”

Greg doesn’t answer and instead looks down at
his feet.

“Are you going back to him?”

“Of course not.” I’m hurt that he would think
me so shallow.

I pick up my suitcase and stand in the
doorway, waiting for him to move so I can leave. I look up into his
eyes.

“Please.” Greg pleads.

“Greg, I think this is for the best. I’m
leaving in a week anyways.”

“But we only had one day together…” Greg says
as he moves to the side.

I walk past him and out the front door,
hoping that the more distance I put between us the pain in my heart
will lessen. I drive to my apartment, not worried that Dean will
come here anymore. I’m sure he thinks I am staying at Greg’s place
now, but I park around the block in case he checks. I follow my
usual routine when I come home late: shower, TV, bed.

Lying in bed I feel numb. I can’t cry, can’t
think of the sadness I have put myself through. Why did Dean have
to bother me? My life was blissfully perfect before I met him. Tara
and I got along, Greg and I were having fun, would have probably
gotten back together sometime. I know it’s a cop out but I blame
him and I’m angry. I plug my earbuds into my phone and listen to my
Lana del Rey albums, falling asleep somewhere around the start of
Ultraviolence.

My Sunday is filled with
spending the
day at my parent’s house and I can’t stop thinking about Greg and
Dean. I have dinner there; my sister and her family join us as
well. No one asks me what is going on with my love life – maybe I
look too fragile to take their queries. I go home too late, back to
the apartment that holds so many memories. I’m ready to leave; I
can’t be here anymore.

I spend the next three days at work, in a
social black hole. I hear nothing from Tara or Greg and I vaguely
wonder if Tara is upset with me as well. Fuck them all, I can’t
wait to leave on Saturday.

Thursday I run errands around town, making
sure I have everything I need for Saturday. I buy new luggage, some
summer clothes, sunblock, and some snacks for the flights tomorrow.
I will leave Seattle International at one pm, have a short layover
in Salt Lake City, then make my way to Guadalajara, Mexico. I order
take out and go home to eat alone.

Tomorrow is the day of reckoning. The day
when Tara will come to the apartment and I will find out what is
going on with Greg. I know he will show up to help move; Greg is
one of the most reliable men I know. My stomach churns, knowing
that when I see him the pain in my heart that has been subsiding
will return in full force.

I’m awoken in the morning
by the front
door shutting. It must be Tara. I roll out of bed and see that it’s
ten. The boys are supposed to be here by one and we have a lot to
do. I throw on some yoga pants and a T-shirt and walk into the
living room.