[NSFW] musesandlyrics | 6.5. Grace Jones quote
6.5. "Forget health clinics and gyms. Sex is the best cure. One good night of sex and your problems are gone."
Grace Jones
Co-written with nothingunderit
[Follows THIS]
Kenzie wasn't really sure what to expect when she woke up very early that morning. The night before had been so intense that she had been well swept off her feet from the very moment he had surprised her with that spontaneous kiss. She knew that deep down somewhere, a prominent part of her had been expecting to wake up and find it was all an amazing dream. It wouldn't have surprised her at all considering how much she had been lusting after the blond Evans brother these past few weeks. Her mind might have been playing tricks on her. She woke slowly, contentedly, feeling a warmth still engulfing her whole body. The sex with Braden had been out of this world, more than she could possibly have anticipated in merely fantasising about him. It proved her point that he had to be the most perfect guy on the face of the earth. Not only did he look bloody hot, but he was a skilled and considerate lover. It wasn't just once, either. Three times, with at least six different positions and it felt like he grew another pair of hands at how much he seemed to explore her body and seek out all those tiny little spots that drove her wild. And his tongue... if she stopped and thought about that in any capacity, she would be coming without any sort of touch.
It was times like this, though, that she was glad she didn't wear glasses. She opened her eyes sleepily and after looking at the clock, which told her it was just after six am, she turned back and received a perfect view of Braden's naked, toned back, right down to the cleft of his bare bum as he sat on the side of the bed, leaning over for something on the floor. Probably looking for his clothes. But something was wrong with this picture, and she knew it was probably too much to hope that he was just looking for his jocks to slip on to get to the bathroom with decency. "You arenae running away, are you?" she murmured, stretching a little as she rolled onto her side to face him. She reached over and brushed her fingertips across his lower back to get his attention.
Braden sat back up and turned around to meet her gaze. He shot her a small, sheepish smile with a hint of a shrug. "I just thought that maybe heading hame might avoid any... weirdness," he admitted. He was barely awake himself, still feeling buggered from fighting the bug all week followed by the flight home and then the hours of sex before he probably fell asleep in a satiated haze around one am. His hair was sticking up in all directions and his voice husky, pretty much deciding he wasn't any bit the picture of sexiness first thing in the morning. He smiled tiredly at her and caught her hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze. "But thanks for a great night. I think it was more than what I needed. I had fun. I hope I was able to help you out like you needed."
"Stay," Kenzie told him quietly, threading her fingers in with his. She was more awake now she had come to the realisation he was trying to leave, even if he had stayed the night with her and shared her bed. She thought he had stayed because he wanted to, but now she was a little worried he had just stayed because he passed out from exhaustion after three orgasms. She obviously had no idea he was sitting there thinking he was unsexy, because she could only see the opposite. He was tired, she could see that, but his sleepy face with creases up the side and messy bed hair was just downright gorgeous, as far as she was concerned. She liked a guy who could wear his natural hottness well. "It makes sense. You're still half asleep, I can see it in your eyes. We've both got to work tonight, so we'll be resting up today anyway. I promise I willnae proposition you again. Just... stay, get some more sleep. My bed isnae that uncomfortable, is it?" As the words left her mouth, she knew with a sharp stab in her gut that she really didn't want him to go.
Braden sucked on his lower lip as he contemplated the suggestion, sleepy eyes sweeping over the ruffled spot amongst the sheets he had vacated when he had woken up. He didn't actually mean to make it look like he was buggering off in a blunt one night stand type scenario. He'd had one night stands; he had both been the one to leave before the sheets cooled and also been on the receiving end of it. That hadn't even crossed his mind here, it really had just been a matter of trying to do the right thing. They hadn't discussed what was supposed to happen the morning after, he'd had every intention of leaving her a note so he wouldn't disturb her sleep. He suddenly realised he was tiptoeing on some uncertain ground here, a place he had never explored before. They had just turned a page the night before and slept together, veering from just workmates to something else entirely. Maybe the key to avoiding the weirdness was not heading home, but just rolling with it? He had always been a fan of cuddling after sex and enjoying the whole package. He gave a small nod and dropped his jeans back onto the floor at his feet so he could shuffle back in under the covers next to her, lying on his back because, like it or not, he was a guy, and with a gorgeous naked lassie lying next to him with fresh memories of everything they had done the night before, morning wood was completely unavoidable.
It wasn't lost on Kenzie, and she couldn't help but feel a smirk flicker at the corner of her lips when she caught a glimpse of the rise in the covers at his hip level. She rolled onto her other side and then reached behind her to grab his arm and give him a gentle tug, trying to coax him to follow and spoon up behind her. Her queen-size bed didn't feel the slightest hint of cold with him in it, and outside she could hear a soft rain falling on the roof. It was perfect weather to waste away the day in bed. "Sounds cold out there," she mumbled.
Braden smiled to himself at the tugging on his arm and rolled over to spoon up behind her, wrapping his arm around her slender waist and then adjusting the covers over her so no cool draughts would get them. "Aye," he agreed in a husky whisper as he forced himself to relax into the new position. He was still sleepy, and the sound of the rain on the roof coupled with the warm covers inevitably created a cosiness he was sure he hadn't experienced in a long, long time. Before he had a chance to let his brain kick in with overanalysis, he nuzzled her upper back and then reflexively pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.
Kenzie had been holding her breath without realising it, and it released when she felt his lips against her skin. It wasn't helping at all that his strong body wrapped around her petite frame was making her feel secure and protected, let alone that his erection was nestled against her bare arse automatically just from their position. Before she could stop it, a soft, breathy sigh of pleasure fell from her lips and she took his hand on her stomach to push it lower so his fingers teased between her legs. Sure, she had said she wouldn't proposition him again, but she ached to feel his touch again, really not ready for this to end yet and go back to them just being workmates. She needed just a little bit more. "Braden..." she whispered back, hating that it was a plea, but placated in the fact it was a plea to him and not some faceless fuck.
Braden couldn't not reciprocate. Whatever this was, it wasn't over yet and until it was, he was going to enjoy every minute of it... enjoy her, and what she was giving him. What they were giving each other? He stayed melted up against her as closely as he could, and even though his eyes were closed, he was awake enough to indulge in the aroused sensations. Another small trail of kisses were dropped to her shoulder as he dipped his fingers deeper inside her and started to swirl tiny, teasing circles over her clit with his finger tip. She was warm and wet, and the memories of how it felt to be inside her came flooding back to him, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping his own lips. He didn't know how she would feel about it, but he tentatively rolled his hips and rubbed himself against her arse to indugle in a burst of friction.
Kenzie moaned softly and buried her cheek in against her pillow as her whole body started to react to the stimulation. She was sure his cock had the capacity to be the death of her, and she pushed back against him, inviting the friction and trying to show him that if he wanted to rub that delicious dick up against any part of her, he was more than welcome. She let out a tiny whimper of arousal. Her clit was still sensitive from all the attention it was indulged the night before, but it just succeeding in spiking her senses quickly and she reached behind her to cup his arse with her hand and pull him against her. "Dinnae stop... please..." she got out through a hitched breath when his fingers dipped a little deeper within her.
He didn't need to be asked twice. His fingers picked up their pace and while he continued to work her clit, focusing on every noise she made and every reaction of her body, he slipped a finger deep into her and felt an urge to stop to lick his fingers wash over him. It caused him to thrust up against her arse with a wave of lust and he growled softly, starting to suck and nip his teeth at her shoulder blade. His kissed his way over her back to her throat, his breath coming out in short aroused pants and tickling the skin just below her ear. "You werenae lying when you said you were horny, were you, sweetheart..." he purred as he found a rhythm pumping his cock against her smooth, toned arse cheeks that matched the pace of his fingers working to draw her to climax. "So hot, so wet... I can still taste you, you know. Delicious and sweet on the tip of my tongue. Feeling like my cock couldnae ever quite take you hard or deep enough... My hands all over that gorgeous, tasty body and sweet, sexy wee arse..."
Jesus H. Christ, he was talking dirty to her! Kenzie wanted to scream out his name and beg him for more. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, all from what? A handjob? How was that fucking possible? Her hand left his arse to grip around his between her legs, feeling every coil and twist of his wrist and fingers as they worked their magic on her. Feeling him get her off like this was pushing her further and further to the edge at a rapid pace. She didn't fucking care about stamina, not when he was shooting these uncontrollable sensations through her. That voice, breathy and husky against her ear, and his hard cock rocking against her arse. Too much... much too much to take coupled with the way he was fingering her like he knew her body better than even she did. She cried out as a warning shudder pulsed through her. "Braden... Braden..." she panted out breathlessly with another whimper, writhing back against him as the mix of sensations became too intense to fight. And then there was a final stroke of pressure from his fingers and it was the end of her. She arched her back, bucking against him as stars burst behind her eyes when the explosive orgasm tore through her and caused him choke out his name in a hoarse cry.
Braden couldn't help it, he was one of those sorts of guys who just really got off on knowing how much he was turning a girl on. Hearing the encouragement, and feeling her come undone was often enough to have his own climax hovering at the edge. The arousal had their bodies slicked with a light sheen of sweat and he buried his face in against her shoulder as she came. He could feel her whole body tense against him and the way she was whimpering his name spiked a hunger within him. It was only a few beats later, before she was even coming down from her high that he exhaled shaprly through a moan of her name, coming forcibly against her arse and lower back.
Kenzie managed to turn her back to seek out his lips in a chaste, sweeping kiss before she had to slump down on the pillow to try and catch her breath. Yet another unexpected turn of events. She was sure she could get used to this. She could even feel his heart beating against her back, and some girls might hate it, but feeling the essence of his climax against her skin wasn't something Kenzie could find uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. Her whole body felt satiated and the sleepiness was setting back in again. She laid there for a long few minutes, basking in the post-climax buzz. Braden had come to still be spooned up behind her, though more loosely now, with his head sharing her pillow and his arm tucked around her waist with the backs of his fingers resting against the curve of her breast. It was only then as she came down from the high that she realised he was still and his breathing was deep and even. "Braden?" she murmured quietly, just barely more than a whisper.
She strained her neck to look over her shoulder for a glimpse at his face when he didn't answer and then smiled at the view she was met with. Braden was out, fast asleep with his mouth open just slightly, the events of the week and the previous night finally catching up with him to claim him in a deep sleep. He hadn't let go of her, either. She watched him a little longer until her neck started to protest with a twinge of strain from the weird angle and she had to drop her head back down on the pillow, her red hair falling into her face. It came with a heavy sigh and she rubbed her free hand over face, pushing the messed hair away, and then wet her lips as her eyes landed on her paramedic uniform draped over her dresser door across the room. After a moment, she took his hand near her chest and then brought it up to her lips to kiss his flaccid fingers. "Goddamn you, Braden Evans," she whispered. "Goddamn you for making me fall for you..."
Word Count | 2,585
Grace Jones
Co-written with nothingunderit
[Follows THIS]
Kenzie wasn't really sure what to expect when she woke up very early that morning. The night before had been so intense that she had been well swept off her feet from the very moment he had surprised her with that spontaneous kiss. She knew that deep down somewhere, a prominent part of her had been expecting to wake up and find it was all an amazing dream. It wouldn't have surprised her at all considering how much she had been lusting after the blond Evans brother these past few weeks. Her mind might have been playing tricks on her. She woke slowly, contentedly, feeling a warmth still engulfing her whole body. The sex with Braden had been out of this world, more than she could possibly have anticipated in merely fantasising about him. It proved her point that he had to be the most perfect guy on the face of the earth. Not only did he look bloody hot, but he was a skilled and considerate lover. It wasn't just once, either. Three times, with at least six different positions and it felt like he grew another pair of hands at how much he seemed to explore her body and seek out all those tiny little spots that drove her wild. And his tongue... if she stopped and thought about that in any capacity, she would be coming without any sort of touch.
It was times like this, though, that she was glad she didn't wear glasses. She opened her eyes sleepily and after looking at the clock, which told her it was just after six am, she turned back and received a perfect view of Braden's naked, toned back, right down to the cleft of his bare bum as he sat on the side of the bed, leaning over for something on the floor. Probably looking for his clothes. But something was wrong with this picture, and she knew it was probably too much to hope that he was just looking for his jocks to slip on to get to the bathroom with decency. "You arenae running away, are you?" she murmured, stretching a little as she rolled onto her side to face him. She reached over and brushed her fingertips across his lower back to get his attention.
Braden sat back up and turned around to meet her gaze. He shot her a small, sheepish smile with a hint of a shrug. "I just thought that maybe heading hame might avoid any... weirdness," he admitted. He was barely awake himself, still feeling buggered from fighting the bug all week followed by the flight home and then the hours of sex before he probably fell asleep in a satiated haze around one am. His hair was sticking up in all directions and his voice husky, pretty much deciding he wasn't any bit the picture of sexiness first thing in the morning. He smiled tiredly at her and caught her hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze. "But thanks for a great night. I think it was more than what I needed. I had fun. I hope I was able to help you out like you needed."
"Stay," Kenzie told him quietly, threading her fingers in with his. She was more awake now she had come to the realisation he was trying to leave, even if he had stayed the night with her and shared her bed. She thought he had stayed because he wanted to, but now she was a little worried he had just stayed because he passed out from exhaustion after three orgasms. She obviously had no idea he was sitting there thinking he was unsexy, because she could only see the opposite. He was tired, she could see that, but his sleepy face with creases up the side and messy bed hair was just downright gorgeous, as far as she was concerned. She liked a guy who could wear his natural hottness well. "It makes sense. You're still half asleep, I can see it in your eyes. We've both got to work tonight, so we'll be resting up today anyway. I promise I willnae proposition you again. Just... stay, get some more sleep. My bed isnae that uncomfortable, is it?" As the words left her mouth, she knew with a sharp stab in her gut that she really didn't want him to go.
Braden sucked on his lower lip as he contemplated the suggestion, sleepy eyes sweeping over the ruffled spot amongst the sheets he had vacated when he had woken up. He didn't actually mean to make it look like he was buggering off in a blunt one night stand type scenario. He'd had one night stands; he had both been the one to leave before the sheets cooled and also been on the receiving end of it. That hadn't even crossed his mind here, it really had just been a matter of trying to do the right thing. They hadn't discussed what was supposed to happen the morning after, he'd had every intention of leaving her a note so he wouldn't disturb her sleep. He suddenly realised he was tiptoeing on some uncertain ground here, a place he had never explored before. They had just turned a page the night before and slept together, veering from just workmates to something else entirely. Maybe the key to avoiding the weirdness was not heading home, but just rolling with it? He had always been a fan of cuddling after sex and enjoying the whole package. He gave a small nod and dropped his jeans back onto the floor at his feet so he could shuffle back in under the covers next to her, lying on his back because, like it or not, he was a guy, and with a gorgeous naked lassie lying next to him with fresh memories of everything they had done the night before, morning wood was completely unavoidable.
It wasn't lost on Kenzie, and she couldn't help but feel a smirk flicker at the corner of her lips when she caught a glimpse of the rise in the covers at his hip level. She rolled onto her other side and then reached behind her to grab his arm and give him a gentle tug, trying to coax him to follow and spoon up behind her. Her queen-size bed didn't feel the slightest hint of cold with him in it, and outside she could hear a soft rain falling on the roof. It was perfect weather to waste away the day in bed. "Sounds cold out there," she mumbled.
Braden smiled to himself at the tugging on his arm and rolled over to spoon up behind her, wrapping his arm around her slender waist and then adjusting the covers over her so no cool draughts would get them. "Aye," he agreed in a husky whisper as he forced himself to relax into the new position. He was still sleepy, and the sound of the rain on the roof coupled with the warm covers inevitably created a cosiness he was sure he hadn't experienced in a long, long time. Before he had a chance to let his brain kick in with overanalysis, he nuzzled her upper back and then reflexively pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.
Kenzie had been holding her breath without realising it, and it released when she felt his lips against her skin. It wasn't helping at all that his strong body wrapped around her petite frame was making her feel secure and protected, let alone that his erection was nestled against her bare arse automatically just from their position. Before she could stop it, a soft, breathy sigh of pleasure fell from her lips and she took his hand on her stomach to push it lower so his fingers teased between her legs. Sure, she had said she wouldn't proposition him again, but she ached to feel his touch again, really not ready for this to end yet and go back to them just being workmates. She needed just a little bit more. "Braden..." she whispered back, hating that it was a plea, but placated in the fact it was a plea to him and not some faceless fuck.
Braden couldn't not reciprocate. Whatever this was, it wasn't over yet and until it was, he was going to enjoy every minute of it... enjoy her, and what she was giving him. What they were giving each other? He stayed melted up against her as closely as he could, and even though his eyes were closed, he was awake enough to indulge in the aroused sensations. Another small trail of kisses were dropped to her shoulder as he dipped his fingers deeper inside her and started to swirl tiny, teasing circles over her clit with his finger tip. She was warm and wet, and the memories of how it felt to be inside her came flooding back to him, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping his own lips. He didn't know how she would feel about it, but he tentatively rolled his hips and rubbed himself against her arse to indugle in a burst of friction.
Kenzie moaned softly and buried her cheek in against her pillow as her whole body started to react to the stimulation. She was sure his cock had the capacity to be the death of her, and she pushed back against him, inviting the friction and trying to show him that if he wanted to rub that delicious dick up against any part of her, he was more than welcome. She let out a tiny whimper of arousal. Her clit was still sensitive from all the attention it was indulged the night before, but it just succeeding in spiking her senses quickly and she reached behind her to cup his arse with her hand and pull him against her. "Dinnae stop... please..." she got out through a hitched breath when his fingers dipped a little deeper within her.
He didn't need to be asked twice. His fingers picked up their pace and while he continued to work her clit, focusing on every noise she made and every reaction of her body, he slipped a finger deep into her and felt an urge to stop to lick his fingers wash over him. It caused him to thrust up against her arse with a wave of lust and he growled softly, starting to suck and nip his teeth at her shoulder blade. His kissed his way over her back to her throat, his breath coming out in short aroused pants and tickling the skin just below her ear. "You werenae lying when you said you were horny, were you, sweetheart..." he purred as he found a rhythm pumping his cock against her smooth, toned arse cheeks that matched the pace of his fingers working to draw her to climax. "So hot, so wet... I can still taste you, you know. Delicious and sweet on the tip of my tongue. Feeling like my cock couldnae ever quite take you hard or deep enough... My hands all over that gorgeous, tasty body and sweet, sexy wee arse..."
Jesus H. Christ, he was talking dirty to her! Kenzie wanted to scream out his name and beg him for more. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, all from what? A handjob? How was that fucking possible? Her hand left his arse to grip around his between her legs, feeling every coil and twist of his wrist and fingers as they worked their magic on her. Feeling him get her off like this was pushing her further and further to the edge at a rapid pace. She didn't fucking care about stamina, not when he was shooting these uncontrollable sensations through her. That voice, breathy and husky against her ear, and his hard cock rocking against her arse. Too much... much too much to take coupled with the way he was fingering her like he knew her body better than even she did. She cried out as a warning shudder pulsed through her. "Braden... Braden..." she panted out breathlessly with another whimper, writhing back against him as the mix of sensations became too intense to fight. And then there was a final stroke of pressure from his fingers and it was the end of her. She arched her back, bucking against him as stars burst behind her eyes when the explosive orgasm tore through her and caused him choke out his name in a hoarse cry.
Braden couldn't help it, he was one of those sorts of guys who just really got off on knowing how much he was turning a girl on. Hearing the encouragement, and feeling her come undone was often enough to have his own climax hovering at the edge. The arousal had their bodies slicked with a light sheen of sweat and he buried his face in against her shoulder as she came. He could feel her whole body tense against him and the way she was whimpering his name spiked a hunger within him. It was only a few beats later, before she was even coming down from her high that he exhaled shaprly through a moan of her name, coming forcibly against her arse and lower back.
Kenzie managed to turn her back to seek out his lips in a chaste, sweeping kiss before she had to slump down on the pillow to try and catch her breath. Yet another unexpected turn of events. She was sure she could get used to this. She could even feel his heart beating against her back, and some girls might hate it, but feeling the essence of his climax against her skin wasn't something Kenzie could find uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. Her whole body felt satiated and the sleepiness was setting back in again. She laid there for a long few minutes, basking in the post-climax buzz. Braden had come to still be spooned up behind her, though more loosely now, with his head sharing her pillow and his arm tucked around her waist with the backs of his fingers resting against the curve of her breast. It was only then as she came down from the high that she realised he was still and his breathing was deep and even. "Braden?" she murmured quietly, just barely more than a whisper.
She strained her neck to look over her shoulder for a glimpse at his face when he didn't answer and then smiled at the view she was met with. Braden was out, fast asleep with his mouth open just slightly, the events of the week and the previous night finally catching up with him to claim him in a deep sleep. He hadn't let go of her, either. She watched him a little longer until her neck started to protest with a twinge of strain from the weird angle and she had to drop her head back down on the pillow, her red hair falling into her face. It came with a heavy sigh and she rubbed her free hand over face, pushing the messed hair away, and then wet her lips as her eyes landed on her paramedic uniform draped over her dresser door across the room. After a moment, she took his hand near her chest and then brought it up to her lips to kiss his flaccid fingers. "Goddamn you, Braden Evans," she whispered. "Goddamn you for making me fall for you..."
Word Count | 2,585