Huge thank you for the feedback/comments on the last chapter, I really appreciate it! Hopefully this one is okay. Enjoy!
Today was the day. Today was the freaking day.
Greyson had spent a good portion of the morning cleaning his apartment. Sure, he paid a cleaner handsomely to do it for him weekly, but he was restless.
In all honesty, it actually took him a while to find something to clean, so he ended up changing all of his bedding. New sheets and covers had only gone on the day before while he'd been at work, but it didn't seem right. It didn't seem special enough. After all, this was a big deal to him.
He found brand new silk sheets that he'd been sent by his grandparents when they'd spent some time abroad and quickly wrestled them onto the bed.
Silk was good, right? God, he hoped so.
He prepared his place as best he could. He brought three different bottles of good wine out of storage and stuck them in his wine fridge on the off chance that River changed her mind about cheap beer. He also had four different four packs of quite literally the cheapest beer he could find. To really top it all off, he'd collected a small pile of take-out leaflets for her to choose from, having left their favourite place from their childhood on the top.
They'd texted a little more about the actual pace of things, but Greyson's mind was racing. He was just hoping that this whole thing would come naturally to him because honestly? He was nervous as hell.
Granted, the nerves were good nerves, but he didn't want to mess up.
When she finally texted to say she was on her way, he ran off to get changed. He'd done all of his tidying and preparation in a pair of sweats, but he wanted to dress a little nicer for her when she actually arrived.
He figured she'd arrive and tease him about being in a suit, but he still chose a nice one and slipped it on. It wasn't anything super special, just a simple black pair of pants with a matching tie and blazer, a white shirt and some cufflinks. Honestly, he sort of hoped that the teasing he knew he'd get would bring him back down to earth and out of his nerves.
Three scented candles were lit and distributed throughout his open plan apartment.
He had a large main room that started off in the huge living area with couches enough for a family. The living area backed onto a chef's kitchen with a marble island as well as an office area on the other side of the living area. Between the kitchen and the office, two doors stood, one leading to a stunning bathroom, the other leading to his bedroom.
For all the time he'd spent thinking about all of this, he still wasn't one hundred percent on where he actually wanted the sex to take place. The more traditional side of him said that it should be the bed, that he wanted it to be the bed, but he silently wondered if that was old fashioned of him. Would River be more comfortable on the couch? Fuck, were his silk sheets for nothing?
All too soon, his worrying was halted as three short, sharp knocks against his door snapped his attention back to the present.
Oh.
He gave himself a quick once over, tightening his tie, taking a deep breath, then he was headed for the door.
The doorknob was cold in his palm, sending a slight chill up his sleeve. He ignored it as best he could, pulling the door wide open to reveal her.
River.
Looking at her, taking her in, he had to admit that she looked beautiful.
She hadn't made the same effort that he had, not that he'd expected her to. In fact, she looked like she'd come directly from her last class at the gym she taught at. Her hair was down, ever so slightly damp from the shower she'd taken at the gym. She was wearing leggings, sneakers and an oversized hoodie. It was perfect, truly.
"You got some fancy gala to be at, Grey?" She asked immediately, a single brow raised.
The tension left his body immediately. There it was. The teasing that he'd needed from her.
Smiling, he stepped out of the doorway, letting her pass him to get inside. "Some of us like to make a good impression, Nivalis." He told her, watching the corners of her lips turn up as she passed him.
Once she was inside, however, she let out a low, appreciative whistle as she did a small spin, taking in his apartment. "Nice place." She praised with a nod, eyes widening at the couch. Yeah, it was a stupidly large couch for someone to own when they lived alone. The fact that he had two of them was nonsensical. "Romantic." She then mused, passing one of the scented candles.
That blush he never seemed to be free of flared for a second. "Too much?" He asked quickly, pawing at the back of his neck nervously.
When she turned, he was glad to see a soft smile on her face as she shook her head. "Not too much. Not if that's what you want." She replied as he closed the door, nearing him and reaching out.
Her hand took his tie and ran the material appreciatively between her fingers before she placed it back down and splayed her hand softly on his stomach.
"Still feeling okay?" She then asked, checking in on him as his breath hitched.
Chuckling, he nodded. "Anxious." He told her honestly, feeling his heart beat a mile a minute in his chest. "Feeling good, just nervous." He then added, hoping he wasn't messing anything up by saying he was anxious.
A soft smile stayed on her face as she softly withdrew her hand from him and nodded her understanding. "How about we sit down on one of those insane couches? We can sit with a beer, talk about things?" She suggested, gently slinging her gym bag back toward the door to be rid of it. "I'm happy to go at whatever pace you want though. If you want to get right into it..." She trailed off, stepping backward towards the couches, waiting.
Inhaling, feeling the nerves coming back for him as he began to anticipate what they'd be doing, he took a breath before nodding. Had he nodded too much? He was starting to think so. "I'll grab a couple beers." He told her, motioning for her to settle herself on the couches while he turned and went to the kitchen.
When he returned, two beers in hand, she was glancing around at the walls, taking in the art pieces that he'd chosen to hang.
She thanked him quickly when he popped the tops on them both and passed one to her. "These were the cheapest ones I could find." He assured her with a smile, glad when he elicited a laugh from her.
She made a joke about being glad he could follow instructions, then a comfortable since took them as they both sipped their beers.
True to her word, River smirked gleefully when Greyson made a sour face at the taste. She really did enjoy watching rich people suffer through cheap things of terrible quality. It wasn't the worst thing he'd tasted, but Christ, he didn't plan to ever buy them again.
"Okay," She started finally, once they were both nearing the ends of their bottles. "This is your whole thing, dude, how do you want to play it?"
They were sitting a couple of feet apart, her with her legs crossed up on the couch, him lounging back against it. "I don't know." He grumbled truthfully, dropping his head dramatically back into the plush backing of the couch. "I mean, what's the average first time like?" He asked, sighing deeply.
Beside him, River chuckled and moved to mirror his posture. "Oh, you wanna two pump and dump?" She asked, scooting close enough that she could nudge his shoulder with her own.
The single beer absolutely wasn't enough to get him drunk, nor was it enough to impair his decisions or anything like that. It did, however, provide a nice warmth throughout him when he turned to glance down at her. "I wanna be good at it." He admitted, their eyes locked. "I don't want to just flail around, you know? I want to... I don't know, learn? I want to be a guy that women want to sleep with again."
As he was speaking, he almost missed the way that River's eyes flitted over him. Almost. He caught when she glanced at his lips though, just as he caught they way her own lips curled into a light smile at having been caught. "I'll teach you my ways, young Padawan." She told him, her voice dripping with promise.
His heart stopped momentarily. "Did you just reference Star Wars at me?" He asked, unable to wipe the smile from his face as he found himself following her cues and glancing at her lips.
Damn, they really were close.
"We used to watch those movies all the time, don't act like this is new information." She chuckled, bumping shoulders with him again, though she didn't move away this time. "I can teach you about the female body, but you should probably know that a lot of guys feel kind of overwhelmed their first time." He could feel her breath on the skin of his jaw as she spoke up into him. "Sensations they're not used to, you know. Hot. Wet. Tight."
As his mind raced, working at the speed of light to desperately try to catch up, he cleared his throat lightly. "I mean, that doesn't sound bad." He tried to sound casual, but he'd have been lying if he'd said he was oblivious to how much tighter his pants suddenly felt.
"It's not, not at all." River assured him, eyes deep enough to swim in. "I'm just saying, don't beat yourself up if things happen... quickly."
"Quickly..." He mulled over her words. Really mulled over them. "So I'm going to embarrass myself either way." He stated, telling as much as asking.
Naturally, she smiled once more an shook her head. Comforting. "I mean, you don't need to be embarrassed. I've come here knowing what we're doing. You're doing this with me so you don't have to worry, right?" She was right, of course.
"Right." He struggled to find words, suddenly so very aware of how damn close they were. Her lips, looking soft and inviting, so very close. With their shoulders still touching, he could feel the back of her hand pressed against his thigh as her fingers flexed experimentally, testing.
"Then don't stress about it." She purred up, getting closer again with each word until he could feel his own breath falling against her and falling back into him. Her hand, no longer flexing into the muscle of his outer thigh, began to roam. It crept up and onto his leg, falling to allow her to ever so softly run her fingertips against the inner seam of his pants. Fuck. "No one's just good at sex right away, Grey, it's something that takes time."
Though her hand stayed at least a few inches away from his crotch, he was quickly growing harder by the second. It was clear to them both, though neither of them mentioned it. It didn't need mentioning. In spite of the clear affect she was having on him, her hand stayed more in the direction of his knee, possibly waiting for some kind of cue from him to go higher.
He was well aware that his breath had become ragged while she'd been talking and he was beyond caring about his pride. He could live with her knowing how quickly she could get him breathless.
"Greyson." His name, soft and ever so slightly raspy on her lips, was almost enough alone to make him groan as he felt himself twitch in his boxers. As she watched with hungry eyes, her smile deepened somewhat. She was clearly enjoying seeing what so little of her effort had done to him. He didn't mind one bit.
"River." He uttered her name back to her, hearing the desperation in his own tone.
"Come here." Her words, it seemed, were a catalyst in him.
As quickly as she'd finished speaking, his hands were up. His right hand was quick to reach out and cup her jaw while his left dug between them and found her hip.
When their lips met, explosions of warmth and belonging shot through him, urged on by the tiny moan that fell from her. He had to admit, it was the best freaking sound he'd heard.
He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to do whatever it took to make it happen again. Hell, he wanted to hear every noise she had to make.
Sure, he and Heather had kissed, but they'd rarely made out. When they had, it had been a relatively sad affair that either ended when he got hard or when she began to huff about them ruining her makeup.
River had no such qualms. She stuffed one hand into his dirty blond hair and fisted it, her other falling to his chest where she began to grope at the muscle beneath her hands. He relished in the sensations, the tugging against his hair, the raking of nails against his clothed chest. It was already amazing.
They panted against one another, lips moving, kissing. It almost struck him as odd that they hadn't ever kissed before now. After all, they'd been friends for so long. Well, until recently, that was. Every moment that had lead up to this, every moment that he hadn't be kissing her, it all felt like a waste. What the hell had he been doing with himself when this was what he could have been feeling all along?
Entirely caught up in it all, he didn't even realise that they were toppling over until River was pulling them apart and all but throwing herself backward to lie back on the couch, grinning the entire time.
He groaned a little at the loss of her, earning a chuckle. At her laugh, breathy and sweet, he grinned, following her quickly.
Lying back, propped up on her elbows, River watched with appreciative eyes as Greyson quickly shed his suit jacket.
He was entirely hard in his pants by the time he'd thrown his jacket across the room and practically launched himself at River. Their lips clashed fiercely this time, as did their bodies.
He managed to catch himself on the couch, planting one of his arms at her side while his other gripped the back of the couch. It wasn't especially comfortable, holding on like that, but when River's legs came up to hold his hips, one of her hands gripping and pulling him down by his waist, he couldn't help but moan lightly into her mouth and allow himself to be manoeuvred.
He settled heavily between her thighs as her spare hand went back to his head, gripping and guiding.
With her legs around his hips, using him for leverage as she writhed against him, he was in heaven. He almost found it hard to believe that things could get better than this.
They settled relatively easily into some kind of rhythm, moving against one another, making muffled noises of pleasure into one another's mouths. All until River's hands began to move. They slid heavily, snaking their way to one another until she hand Greyson's tie in her hands. She momentarily used it to tug him even closer, but quickly grew tired of that and began to swiftly undo the know.
She stopped the second that he stilled above her, pulling their lips apart to look up at him, checking that he was okay.
Panting, he reared up onto his haunches. His tie fell away in her grip and for a moment he was entirely taken aback by her.
In leggings and a freaking oversized hoodie, how the hell did she look so good?
"You okay?" She panted, voice slightly hoarse. It was adorable.
Grinning immediately, he nodded. He quickly began popping buttons on his shirt, wanting desperately to feel her hands against his skin. He ignored his lower half for now, putting his energy into removing his shirt.
Ever the helped, she sat up too, unbuttoning from the bottom of his shirt. They both laughed it off when the tent in his pants literally twitched in the direction of her hands.
Then, as quickly as they'd been away from one another, they were falling back onto River's back once more, this time with Greyson's shirt falling from him as they went. Just as he'd hoped, River was quick to lay her hands on him. She palmed at the muscle that he'd been hiding from her, dragging her nails down the ridges of his abdominal muscles until she met the button of his pants.
His breath fell from his lips in the form of a strangled moan. She hadn't even brushed him, but Christ if it didn't feel amazing.
Just as he prepared himself for the feeling of her hands elsewhere though, her touch was gone.
He opened his eyes, watching her as she reached for the hem of her sweatshirt. She shimmied it off quickly, leaving him utterly breathless as he finally caught sight of her body. He'd already known that she was fit, that she was athletic and toned, but he sure hadn't known the extent of it.
To put it mildly, she was perfection. Everything about the way her tanned skin gripped the visible muscles that she had to the swell of her breasts beneath her sports bra, she was amazing. Just when he thought that was all he was getting, content with his lot, she threw the hooded sweater to the ground ad set about the same movement yet again, this time launching her sports bra across the room before he could so much as whimper at the sight of her bare breasts before him.
Mouth agape, in awe of her, he made to saw something only for the words to fail him. Luckily, she simply smirked up at him and pulled him back down to her.
The feeling of the skin of his chest against hers was sublime. He truly hadn't ever felt anything that even came close to this.
Almost every breath out of his mouth was a moan into hers, not that she seemed to mind. They both grunted and groaned into one another's mouths, caught up entirely in the moment. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling of him above her almost as much as he was relishing having her beneath him.
She pulled away again a second later, pulling his head firmly beside her own, immediately giving herself access to his neck and ear. Wordlessly, the scraped the very tip of her tongue up the side of his neck before catching the lobe of his ear between her teeth, tugging so very lightly. "You want to do it here?" She asked him.
Each word spoken into the soft point behind his ear felt like some kind of magic spell whispered into his skin. He almost had to shake the fog from his head before he replied. "Yeah... Yeah, sure." Okay, admittedly he'd actually kind of wanted to do it in the bed, but this would work just fine, he figured.
Alas, she wasn't convinced. "It's okay if you don't." She assured him firmly, truly meaning it.
Pushing himself up on suddenly shaky arms, he beamed down at her. "I want to, don't worry." He assured her easily, seeing a curiosity in her eyes. She wanted to know what he wasn't saying. "I kind of wanted to do it in the bed." He added after a long moment, feeling a little silly for it.
Trailing an eager hand up one of his arms, taking a long moment to feel his bicep as it held him stiffly above her, she nodded. "Let's go, then." She began sitting up, planning a kiss on his jaw when he didn't immediately budge. "Take me to bed, Grey." She muttered against the light stubble on his jawline, sending a shudder down his spine.
I considered writing the whole scene in a single chapter but I felt like this was an okay stopping place. I'm most of the way through the next part (the "scene") so it shouldn't be too long before I post again.
Feel free to let me know what you think and have a great day!