Chapter 11: Good Things Come...
© kate7891
With the windscreen wipers waving manically like a long-lost friend standing before her eyes, Annika navigated her Jeep through the dark, damp street of St. Kilda's inner suburbs to Grady's house. She was itchy, achy, desperate to see him, eager to share Lucille's smell and taste with him.
Nika was still a hotly clenched fist, awestruck from the events that afternoon.
Activating her car's Bluetooth, Annika called Grady.
"Hey," he answered, a smile in his voice.
"Hey yourself. Fuck this rain, ay?"
"Yeah. Stuck in the office all afternoon. Total bullshit."
"Aww, poor baby. You home or still at work?"
"Home. You sound funny. Is everything okay?"
Annika flushed, berated herself for her poor poker voice. "I'm good. My last delivery today was to Vibe."
"I see," Grady said after a stretch of silence, his voice lowering. "And?"
"And..." Annika trailed off, bit her lip. "I lost my panties."
Grady sighed, an almost moan, down the line. "How far away are you?"
"Too fucking far," she laughed and disconnected the call.
Turning down Havelock Street, Annika counted yellow porchlights and squinted at mailbox numbers: thirty-six, thirty-eight, forty. On a groan of frustration, she parked four doors down from Grady's home -- no one had driveways on this street -- and admired what she could the heritage listed street.
All the houses were built wall-to-wall and were the width of a pathway from street traffic. She'd always liked the terracotta red of Grady's rental, the cream trimming, the roof tiles rusting green. He and his housemates had a great landlord, one who appreciated their maintenance of the place, but it was still an idea in the back of Annika's mind that Grady could move in with her.
Are we ready for that?
Annika wondered, counting her heart's responding beats to the rolling thunder. With the sexual aspects of their relationship changing and evolving, maybe she was best to wait to see how they settled into that before broaching the subject.
Stashing her things under the passenger seat, Annika made the mad dash from car to footpath to front door, the barely-dry dress once again fusing like midnight forest to her skin, before knocking a frantic tattoo into the stained glass of Grady's door. She angled her body in a lame attempt at shelter herself from the rain blowing sideways, felt a chatter jump along her jaw.
"Grady!" she called, banging lower against the wood, back up to ting the glass.
She saw his shadowy approach, wrapped the tarp more securely around herself as her teeth began to chatter, heard him fumble with the locks.
"Fucking finally," she breathed, just as the door opened.
She was pulled inside and came in contact with a hard, male body. Her keys clattered to the hardwood floor as Grady's mouth swooped down to capture hers, his tongue aggressively invading her mouth, drinking the rain from her lips. He sucked her tongue, teeth scraping along her bottom lip, and -- oh -- his hands. His hands moulded her ass, pulling her steaming heat against his, her gasping breath caught upon feeling the outline of his erection against her.
On a boom of thunder, Grady turned and lifted Annika so she sat on a narrow hallway table, one that collected keys, coin and other contraband. She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist as her back was pushed firmly into the wall.
Grady's hands gripped Annika's knees, splitting her legs wide, giving him the freedom to rub himself against her bald pussy. His cock strained against the zipper of his pants as she moaned into his mouth, tongue thrusting firmly against his, matching him beat for beat.
He pulled back, hands cupping her neck and jaw, fingers spreading over her cheeks to frame her face. His eyes were almost black with arousal, heavy breath hot against her lips.
"Tell me," he whispered, hands moving down her front, over her wet breasts, squeezing, down to grip the hem of her jersey dress, lifting it before lowering to his knees, coming into direct eye-contact with Nika. He leaned forward, nose pressed to her fleshy mons and inhaled deeply, committing the thick, musky scent of pussy to memory. He lifted his eyes and was immediately lost in the lust palpitating from hers.
The lightning outside illuminated the rainbow of glass at Grady's front door, highlighted the sheen of sweat flopped on Annika's brow. To Grady, she had never looked more alluring.
Annika rested her sandaled heels on the bar beneath the tabletop, gathering her dress against her lower belly, a drop of water pooling at the top of her mons, and quivered thinking back to sitting in a very similar position with Lucille not even sixty minutes ago. She wondered that Grady couldn't see the lively pump of her cunt.
"She was there when I delivered the flowers," she said, watching as he turned his face to kiss her inner thigh, his lips suckling the warm flesh. Annika sighed, resting her head back against the wall. "And she kissed me. Said she'd missed me."
"Mhmm," Grady encouraged, turning his face to the other side, running his tongue along the crease of her inner-thigh where remnants of pussy juice and pee had settled.
"And I thought that was it. A kiss, loose plans to see each other again soon." Annika scratched her fingertips through his hair, down to the base of his skull. He groaned and bit her thigh.
"But then she followed me into the bathroom," Annika gasped.
Grady lifted his head. "Into the bathroom?"
Annika bit her lip, nodded.
Grady lowered his face into her crotch again, breathing in. "Nika smells and tastes of more than just sex," he murmured, lifting his gaze back up to hers. Felt himself drowning in the sapphire storm clouds of her eyes. Trapped in her gaze, he extended his tongue to trace the shape of her labia, drawing long, slow oval shapes that barely tickled the skin.
Nika trembled, nonetheless, and fisted firmly in Annika's core.
Grady smiled at her reaction, outlined a slick pattern over her mons, caught the taste of tangy musk and saw in his mind's eye Lucille's cunt rubbing over Annika's. He groaned and pressed a kiss to gash.
"Then what happened?" he asked, the steady fall of rain cocooning them, blocking their senses to anything but each other.
Annika ran her hand through his hair again, massaged the base of his skull. "Remember last week, on the phone? When I was peeing, you told me to stop?"
Grady nodded, eyes bright with salacious thoughts.
"Same as that. Except she was there. Then she took her pants off and straddled me over the toilet." Annika rolled her hips in memory, grazed Nika over Grady's scruffy chin.
"And?" he asked, heart thumping, already knowing, but needing to hear.
"You can smell 'and'," Annika teased, smiling and widening her knees, enticing Grady to lower his face into her folds again. "She peed with me. On me. Like she was marking Nika or something."
Grady hummed a sound of pleasure into her skin, his tongue extending to slide through her plump pussy pleats, savouring the stimulatingly strong taste on his tongue.
Annika moaned, head rolling back against the wall, and rocked her hips against his face, relishing the heat with which he covered her. "And she rubbed her cunt all over mine, Grady. Fuck." Her belly jerked, her toes curled, as Grady stabbed her centre with his stiffened tongue.
His hands split the flesh of her inner-thighs, exposing Nika to him completely as he repeatedly thrust inside her, his nose bumping her clit, nostrils flaring, brain almost melting at the thought of lapping up Annika's Lucille-coated cunt.
"Oh fuck, Gray," Annika groaned, hips gyrating against his face, a hand fisted in his hair, holding him there. Her thighs trembled under his hands, her pussy gripped his tongue. He shook his head from side to side, ravishing her flesh, moving up to wrap his lips around her clit. He hummed, the vocal vibrations making Annika whimper.
Her skin pebbled in pleasure, nipples tenting hard under her dress, the ache in her chest only enhancing the ache in her core. Her body quivered, like a string rudely plucked, announcing an approaching orgasm. One Grady wasn't yet ready to give.
So, he pulled back, nose, lips and chin glistening, looking up over her swollen sex, heaving chest, fixating on her flushed face.
"What?" Annika breathed.
"The guys'll be home soon." Grady stood, rubbing his covered cock against her folds, before lowering his mouth to hers to share the thick syrupy taste of pussy. Their kisses grew deep and sloppy, tongues duelling, each trying to gain the upper hand.
"Do you wish you could've licked her straight after? Tasted yourself on her, in her?" he asked, panting against her lips, hands moving up over her breasts, to her collar bone, her neck. Down again.
Annika groaned, nodded, changed the angle of the kiss, sucked his tongue.
Grady's head swam with erotic images of his girlfriend and her neighbour fucking on the toilet; his heart ached in wishing he had been there. His cock strained under his pants, the heat spreading across his belly.
Hands digging into her shoulders, Grady pushed back, rested his forehead against hers, their laboured breath mingling.
"Bedroom," he whispered, taking Annika by the hand and pulling her through the house.
Grady's bedroom, like the rest of the house, was mid-century modern; ivory trimmings against exposed brick. His space was unapologetically masculine with hardwood floors warmed by a luscious herringbone rug in russet reds and navy blues and charcoal grey. The wrought-iron bedframe looked like black plumbing pipes and suited the space perfectly, as did the tonal grey bedding and buffalo skull mounted on the wall.
But what Annika loved most about Grady's bedroom was the loveseat tucked away under the tall windows externally framed by crawling ivy; a touch of romance that suited Grady so well. While these windows were not directly street-facing, they'd always found it a thrill to smoke weed and make love there on the off-chance a passer-by happened to see or hear them.
