Free LIKE (Social Media #2) by J.A. Huss Page A

whispering comforting things, showering me with pretty words that make me feel special. “Your pussy is so tight, it grips my cock like a fist. Your lips wrap around my cock so perfectly, I never want to take it out. That’s it,” he says, guiding my head to pleasure himself. “Just like that,” he moans as I let him in farther, gagging and choking. And then he throws his head back and withdraws from my mouth. I stay open, looking up at his face. But his eyes are closed and when he comes a second time, he misses my tongue and it squirts on my cheek, then he aims down and the rest of his pleasure spills out across my chest.
    He fists my hair one more time, asking me to stand, and I do, still watching his face. I want to see the moment he opens his eyes. But he spins me around and wraps me up in his arms, hugging me tightly, burying his face in a mess of hair, breathing hard on my neck. So hard that it tickles my ear and causes a shiver to race up my body.
    An embrace that is something other than sex. Something more than sex. Something I can’t quite recognize, let alone define.
    “Come, shower with me,” he says after a few seconds of ragged breathing from both of us. “And then I have a surprise for you.”
    “A surprise?”
    “The box,” he says as he nods to the wrapped package still sitting on my coffee table. “You have to open that box and then I’m taking you somewhere.”
    “You are?” I ask, as he leads me down the hallway, searching out the bathroom. I point to the closed door across from my bedroom and he opens it and feels around on the wall for the switch. The fluorescent light takes a moment to flicker and decide if it wants to work, and then flashes on with an intensity that makes me blink.
    “Oh, Grace,” Vaughn says. “This is not a bathroom. It’s too small to allow us to fuck. And there’s no tub.” He turns back to look at me and drops my hand so he can loosen his tie and drag it over his head. He reaches over my shoulder, the warmth of his arm pressing against my bare skin, and checks the back of the door, finds a hook, and then hangs it up and goes to work unbuttoning his dress shirt. My eyes are transfixed by his fingers as they nimbly undo each button, starting from the bottom and working his way up.
    I gulp a little as his chest appears. I’ve seen it before, of course. But here in my tiny, extremely inadequate bathroom everything is different. It’s not the vacation fantasy. It’s not a one-night stand. It’s not a… relationship.
    What is it?
    “Why do you have that look on your face?” he asks me as he shrugs off his crisp white shirt and hangs it on the small hook with his tie. I have a moment of panic that the hook will distort that perfect garment and ruin it.
    “What?” I have to take a deep breath because my heart is beating so fast. Why am I feeling like this?
    “What’s wrong with you? You look… afflicted.”
    I swallow hard. And shake my head. “Nothing, I’m just hungry.”
    “Oh.” He reaches for me, pulls me into his chest in another one of those hugs, and then leans into my neck. “Let’s wash up and you can change. We’re going to eat.”
    “We are?”
    “Yes, baby. I have to feed you. You need to eat.”
    “Who are you?”
    He laughs so loud he startles me and I step back a pace. This makes him stop and frown. “Tell me,” he says in the authoritative tone I’m used to. “Tell me what’s going on.”
    “What are we doing?”
    He stares at me with that famous intent gaze, his deep blue eyes bearing down on me with confusion. I think I’m sending it right back, because I’m so off balance I might faint. “We’re fucking, Grace. We’re fucking, we’re showering, we’re eating, we’re discussing. In that order. We’ve just checked off number one and we’re about to complete number two. Then we will go eat and have a conversation. Clear?”
    I nod. OK, I can deal with that. I move over to the shower and turn it on. The stall is