Grind (Cal and Macy's Story 2)

When she reached me, she took the contraption from my hands and started to put it on me. Silky, elastic straps over my hips with a silicone cock ring that she lubed up first. She slipped that puppy over my straining erection, which made it miraculously bigger and harder, and I let out an almost pained groan.

Macy pulled more silky straps down between my legs, making sure to delicately string them alongside my balls, up through the crack of my ass, and then deftly attached them to clips in the back.

When she walked back in front of me, she took the lube and poured some over the thin, pink, jellied dildo that sat right above the cock ring. It was about five inches long and no larger than the width of my thumb, and clearly designed for me to fuck her in the ass with it while I fucked her pussy with my ringed cock.

Christ... I felt like I was going to blow right then and there thinking about it.

Macy did nothing more than step into me and lay a gentle, sweet kiss on my lips. Then she turned toward the window, positioned herself against it, and tipped that ass toward me.

And I was done for.

So I fucked her with the double-penetration strap-on, even though it almost painfully strangled my dick, and I was rewarded with her coming super hard within the first ten thrusts I gave her.

So when I asked her if she liked to be fucked this way, it was a stupid question because her body was still shaking from her orgasm. And while I normally can last quite a long time with a cock ring, the mere fact that said ringed cock is tunneling in and out of her sweet pussy while I watch a hot pink dildo tapping her ass, it's all too much sensory overload for me to handle.

I shove my hips forward one last time, pushing Macy's entire body into the glass and hoping for her little kinky benefit that someone is watching her from the building across the street, and I start to viciously unload. Grinding my hips against her, I lodge the dildo in deep and release jets of thick semen inside of her pussy.

"Fuck," I grit through my teeth while Macy moans and thrashes in front of me.

Because fuck... I'm coming so hard with this woman that I almost lose sense of time and space. In these blissful moments when I'm filling her up, it's like everything ceases to exist except the perfectness of what I'm feeling, and I also know in these moments that she's the only one that has ever given that to me.

"Oh, Cal," she murmurs as she lays her cheek against the cool glass. "The things you do to me."

I wrap my hands around her stomach and pull her away from the window, right back into my body so we are pressed tight against each other. My cock is still hard within her and the dildo is lodged in deep, yet right now, I'm mostly enjoying the sensation of her warm, damp skin against mine and the sweet smell of her shampoo in my nose.

She sighs with contentment, a sound I've never heard from Macy before.

And oddly... that feels better than anything to me.

"Let's take a shower," she whispers. "Then go again."

Chuckling, I lean to the side and kiss her temple before carefully pulling away and out of her. She turns immediately and uses soft hands to help disentangle me from the contraption around my waist and between my legs.

"Shower, then let's order some room service," I say as I take her by the hand and lead her toward the bathroom. "I need fuel if you want more of this bod tonight."

"Sounds like a marvelous plan," she says with a smile. "Then I need to get going. I've got an early meeting tomorrow over at The Faith Mission."

I halt just before reaching the bathroom and turn to face Macy. With my hands at her hips, I lean in closer to her and rake my lips against hers. "We could just stay the night here," I suggest, because I want to see if our intimacy has broken any of her barriers.

She shakes her head and pulls away. Stepping around me, she heads into the bathroom where she kicks off her shoes and starts peeling the stockings off her legs. "Don't do that, Cal," she says with censure.

I rake my hands through my hair in frustration, tilt my face upward to the ceiling, and pull in a deep breath. When I let it out, I follow her retreating form. "What are you so afraid of?" I ask her with annoyance as she slips the lacy panties down her legs. "That I might fall deeply in love with you if we happen to share the same bed at night?"

She shoots me a sharp look and turns the shower on. While the water warms, she takes the bustier off and tosses it carelessly to the floor. "Of course not. There's nothing remotely lovable about me, so I'm not worried."

And whoa, fuck! That causes a sharp pain to pierce my chest. Because while Macy used to irritate the ever-loving shit out of me at one point, I have since found many wonderful and lovable things about her. It's tragic that she doesn't even see that about herself.

"Then what is it?" I press her on the subject.

She ignores me and steps into the shower, so I follow right behind her. Macy steps under the spray, tilts that regal face to the water, and lets it pour over her. Pressing my body up to her, I bring my hands around and cup her breasts. "Tell me," I murmur as I step back a fraction to pull her out from under the water so it's no longer hitting her in the face.

Tilting her head back until it rests on my shoulder, she gives a worn sigh and says, "I'm just not good at that stuff. Never had it and wouldn't know what to do with it. It's just weird to me."

"How do you know if you don't try?" I ask her simply.

"I don't want to know," she answers me quickly. "What we have now? What we're doing? That's safe to me."

"I wouldn't hurt you, Macy. I think you know that about me."

She turns in my arms, places her hands on my hips, and looks up at me. Water clings to her eyelashes in silvery drops. Her smile is sad. "But I would most definitely hurt you, and while you still annoy me greatly sometimes, I don't want to do that. You've given me too much. Something I never..."

Her voice falters... trails off. I wait to see if she'll pluck up the courage to continue, but her gaze lowers from mine.

I'm at a crossroads. We're standing in a warm shower, having just fucked each other raw, and walls are a bit lowered. If I push... I think I could get her to tell me what's at the core of her hesitation. I could probably force it out of her by continuing to poke and pick.

But I sense this isn't the right way to handle Macy. While she has undoubtedly opened up to me, I still equate her to a spooked animal that would just as easily retreat to a dark recess if threatened. So I let my brilliant mind tumble for a bit, and decide to come at her a different way.

"Let's do this," I say carefully. "Let's make an exchange of services. I'll give you something you really want, and you give me something I really want."

I can see this interests her as her lips curve upward and her eyes shine with excitement. "Anything I want?"

"Within reason," I clarify. "It can't land me in jail."

"And what is the one thing you want?" she asks cautiously.

"One entire night with you. Dinner, drinks, conversation... lots of fucking... then we sleep together all night in the same bed."

Because yeah... that's the one thing that Macy isn't willing to give that I really want.

She draws that plump lower lip in between her teeth and cuts her gaze to the wall, considering my proposition. Perhaps considering what it is she truly wants from me that I might not be willing to give her otherwise. Because fuck... after that session with me pounding a dildo into her ass, she has to know there isn't much I wouldn't give her.

"Okay," she says suddenly, turning a brilliant smile back to me. "I've got it."

I raise my eyebrows up, a silent request that she let me in on it.

"I want you to go to a fantasy sex club with me," she says emphatically. "Then I want you to fuck me in front of everyone."

"Are you serious?" I blurt out.

She casually shrugs. "It's a fantasy of mine. If you aren't comfortable when we get there, you can leave."

Now, I'll admit... I'm intrigued. Frankly, I'm also a bit scared, because while going to a club like that isn't exactly the worst of taboo sex, it's not something I would like to be known about me. My career could be seriously marred if I were ever seen somewhere like that. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with that," I tell her truthfully, even though the thought of fucking her in front of strangers is thrilling. I imagine faceless people watching us... turning them on... causing them to want to fuck because of what we're doing to each other.

"What's your hesitation?" she asks bluntly.

"Not interested in getting outed at one of these things."

"It's all anonymous. Masks and all that," she assures me.

"Have you ever been before?"

She shakes her head. "No, but I've always wanted to. Just never had someone I trusted to go with before. And if you get there and are uncomfortable, you can leave. I obviously would never force you to do something that weirded you out."

"And would you be leaving with me?" I ask dubiously, because the thought of me leaving her behind to get fucked by someone else isn't setting well.

"I told you I'd be monogamous while we were together," she snaps at me, as if my question was ludicrous.

But it's not. Not really.

While Macy did indeed offer monogamy, I'm not sure she will actually hold to it. And that has everything to do with the fact that she's still such an enigma to me, I can't put one hundred percent trust in her at this point.

"And if I go with you, and then decide not to go through with it, I don't get my night alone with you?" I ask cautiously, because I feel the need to make sure everything is ironed out in exacting detail with her.

"If you go with me... give it an honest appraisal, and then decide to back out, I'll consider your end of the bargain fulfilled. You still get your night with me."

Well, that's a fucking no-lose situation for me.

"Done," I say quickly as I pull her in closer and before she can realize that she just made a deal that is totally to my benefit and not hers.