The Makeover (9 page)

She shook her head to clear it.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. We’re entering dangerous territory.”

“Mykal, sometimes I think that you forget that I’m a man. You pat me on the head like a little boy. I’m not a boy.”

“I know that.”

“Do you? I do what you say because I want to. You give good advice.
And you seemed to believe that my problems with Daria could have stemmed from what I did or didn’t do in bed. So I need to know. And the only way to know is for me to show you. And then you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

“S-show me?”

“Mm, show you.”
He wrapped his arms around her, cupping the back of her neck so that her face was tilted up to his.

“N-no, Greg,” she whispered, but he didn’t listen
and she couldn’t blame him. Her denial was just that weak. He rubbed his lips over hers. She could pull back any time she wanted. She gripped his shoulders prepared to do just that. Then he bit her lower lip and touched his tongue to the corner of her mouth. She gasped and he slipped inside, tasting her and groaning. Mykal moaned. The stroke of his tongue against hers incited an explosion of fire in her belly.

The bed shifted beneath them as they fell backwards. He covered her, his mouth slanting over hers as he deepened the kiss still further.
She whimpered as he kissed his way down her chin to her ear. He held her lobe between his teeth and his heavy breathing was all she could hear. “How am I doing so far, Mykal?” Before her brain could form an answer, he was cupping her breasts through her shirt and bra. He squeezed, his thumbs immediately finding and taunting her tight nipples. She cried out and arched into his hands.

Somehow he found the exact spot on her neck guaranteed to make her squirm. Damn, he was really good at this. Suddenly, he sat up and ripped his shirt off. He helped her with hers, tossing it into a dark corner of the room. And then he was undoing the clasp of her bra with deft fingers. “God,” he said almost reverently, “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.” He cupped her breasts again, pinching and tugging her nipples between a thumb and forefinger. “Can I suck your nipples, Mykal?”

“God, yes, please.” She thought she saw him smile before he bent to her breast and began to suckle. She moaned. He moved from breast to breast, feasting until she thought she’d go mad. She was squirming beneath him, undulating against his hard thigh in search of some relief from the throbbing between her legs.

He licked his way down to her belly button and then worked her shorts off, leaving her in only a tiny pair of white panties. She was gasping for air
as he dipped his tongue in her belly button. “You interrupted me before. Want to know what happens next?” He tugged her panties off and spread her thighs wide. She felt her face growing hot with embarrassment. She was so wet that her pussy lips parted of their own accord. Greg groaned. “You smell so good, Mykal. This is when I lick your pussy, when I slid my tongue into this sweet body of yours as far as it will go.” And he suited words to action, his tongue flicking over her clit. She was on the verge of hysteria before he began to suck.

“Oh, Greg!”
Reflexively, her hips seemed to lift into his mouth. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to stop. He reached up and splayed his fingers over her breasts so that he teased the nipples into staying tight as she writhed across his mattress. She grabbed handfuls of the comforter as pleasure coiled in her belly. One thrust of his tongue inside her pussy was all it took to send her catapulting over the edge into bliss. She came screaming his name.

Greg got off the bed. He practically ripped open the drawer on the bedside table and rambled around in it until he came up with a string of condoms. He shoved down his sweats and underwear.

Mykal blinked
at the sight of him. “Oh my, God.” Greg hadn’t been stuffing his briefs. He was well hung. Really well hung. She resisted the urge to clamp her legs closed in self-preservation.

He ripped open a condom with his teeth and fitted it over his erection. She swallowed as she watched his hand stroke up and down the large shaft.
He wasn’t just long, he was thick also. Slowly, he climbed back onto the bed as though wary of scaring her off. He opened her thighs wide with his knees. “Hands over your head,” he rasped. “Hold onto the headboard.”

She responded to the command in his voice, scooting back and gripping the wood before she even thought to ask why. But he must have seen the question on her face. “I
don’t want you scratching me when I start fucking you. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” He lifted her hips until they rested in his lap. “No more than necessary anyway. But I won’t lie.” He rubbed the head of his cock through her moisture before lodging it in her opening.

Her hands closed over the wood as he began to stretch her.
She bit her lip against the slight burn. “Yes?”

“I don’t know if I can control myself with you.” He moved back and forth at a slow and steady pace
, each forward thrust opening her more for his cock. She gasped and her nails probably gouged furrows in the varnish of his headboard. A glance down her body was shocking. That he could fit into her tight pussy was amazing. “Mykal, you feel so damn good.” He groaned as he gave a final thrust and slid in to the hilt.

She bit her lip and moaned. She’d never been so filled before.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d split her open.

“Good?” Greg asked. She could only nod as he began to fuck her. “You like the feel of me in your pussy, Mykal?”

“Y
es.”

“Think I need lessons in fucking?”

“
N-no.” He swiveled his hips and thrust at different angles. She cried out and arched her back as he found her g-spot.

He groaned. “Right there, baby?”

“Yes, um, oh, God, yes!”
She cried out as he drilled the same spot again and again.

Sounds of sex filled the room. Her rapturous moans. His grunts of determination as he thrust his deepest. The squeaking protest of his mattress springs
as he fucked her ever harder and faster. And the slap of flesh meeting flesh combined with the wet sucking noises of her sex upon his.

He held her hips so that she couldn’t escape the intensity of his thrusts for even a second.
Not that she would think of interfering in the pleasure he was giving her. She spread her legs wide for him as her orgasm began to build again. One touch of his fingers to her clit and she was gone, crying out his name. Her toes curled and she arched into him so frantically that she could feel the burn in her spine.

Her orgasm seemed to trigger his. He grew impossibly thicker inside her pussy and his face twisted as though he were in pain. His hips jerked spasmodically. “Oh, yes, Mykal. That’s it, baby. Such good pussy,” he groaned and partially collapsed onto her. He rested his forehead against hers. “Oh, damn,” he muttered.

S
ighing, she finally allowed her hands to release the headboard. Her arms were weak and trembling much like her legs. She looked up at Greg. He was breathing hard. His hair, face, and chest were slick with sweat. He was staring down at where their bodies were joined. When he moved, she thought he’d withdraw. Instead, he slid home again. “You’re so tight, so beautiful,” he whispered.

She pressed a hand against his belly. He didn’t have a six pack, but his stomach was tight and flat. “Greg, the condom,” she reminded him.

With a sigh, he pulled out, careful to hold onto the end of the condom. He disappeared into his bathroom. She heard the toilet flush and then the sound of water splashing in the sink.
Inhaling deeply, she tried to calm a dawning sense of horror over her recent actions. What the hell had she been thinking? He was in love with another woman. He couldn’t possibly want her. They were victims of the situation. She was a woman in his darkened bedroom asking him what he’d do if he had the opportunity to make love to her.

“Stupid,” she muttered, smacking herself in the forehead. She searched the floor for her panties
and shorts. Spotting them in a dark corner, clutching her bra, she scrambled off the bed. She’d just scooped them up when Greg returned. She pressed her clothes to her chest, covering her nudity as best she could.

Greg crossed to her and took her clothing. “Don’t leave, Mykal. We should talk.”

“Can we do it clothed?”

“No. You look like you’re thinking about running.”
He pulled the covers down on his bed. “Get in.”

Arms crossed over her chest, she hurriedly slid beneath the sheets. “I don’t see as we have much to discuss. You were probably…um…horny.” It had been a long time for her also, but
in the past she’d gone years without sex so it was no big deal. Her reaction to Greg was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. But she shoved that thought aside for later examination. The important thing at the moment was to salvage her friendship with Greg. “We can chalk this up to…keeping you on your game. It was a mistake. I know you love Daria and this was a mistake.”

***

Hell, yes, he was horny. But he’d never been a lady’s man. A drought of sexual activity was nothing new to him. He was accustomed to having to handle his own needs manually. But that had nothing to do with the simmering attraction he’d felt for Mykal since the day he met her.
When Daria left him, the only thing he’d been able to think about was getting her back. But being with Mykal over the past months had shown him that he could be happy without Daria. Hell, he was happier than he’d ever been with Daria. But he didn’t want to scare Mykal off. She didn’t enter this friendship with the thought of dating him in mind. And she’d told him over and over that she wasn’t interested in dating anyone after what happened with Mario. He would have to play this cool or she’d be running back to her house in a flash.

He joined her on the bed, pulling the edge of the comforter over his lap so that she was comfortable. He couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to come to the realization that he was
not only completely over Daria, but also falling for Mykal. The minute Mykal had asked him to imagine making love to her he’d known it was something he was ready to make a reality. He’d been fantasizing about her long enough.

And, yeah, he’d also been salvaging his male pride. To think that women automatically assumed that he wouldn’t know how to please them in bed had been a huge blow to the ego.
Not a surprise exactly, but an insulting and unpleasant blow.

“Actually, Mykal, I don’t.”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t consider this a mistake.
And I sure as hell wouldn’t ever use you for practice sex. It’s time to face facts. Daria’s my past. No one forced her to leave me. I’ve grown to accept that and I’m ready to move on.”

Her mouth dropped open. “But my makeover was designed to get her back.
If you felt this way, you could have stopped at any time. Certainly before we cut your hair. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“The truth is that I didn’t want to lose you. I like being with you. And lately, every mention of Daria has my stomach tied up in knots. I like the changes we’ve made. I’m happy. I like my life now. I don’t want things go back to the way they were.”

She bit her lip and pulled her knees up to her chest.

“It’s not like I had one
ah ha
moment,” he continued in the face of her silence. “She cheated on me. She left me. Each time I’ve tried reaching out to her, she treated me as though I was the one who did something wrong. She feels no guilt, no remorse. Why should I want her back?”

“Because you told me you loved her.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “But loving her…made me weak and stupid.”

“No, don’t say that.” She reached out to him, cupping his cheek. “That relationship reflects poorly on her, not on you.” And then she laughed. “Actually, I don’t know why I’m objecting. I was hoping you’d come to this conclusion. I just
didn’t think it would come so soon.”

“What can I say? I’m a fast learner.”

Her eyebrows rose. “
Five months isn’t exactly warp speed.”

He thought back to that long ago hot day in May. Letting go
of that pain hadn’t happened over night, but he wasn’t sure it was love that he’d been clinging to as much as the dream of being with the blond cheerleader in high school. Even when the fantasy turned out to not be all that he’d imagined, he’d sacrificed so much. At that point, letting go would have made his sacrifices seem pointless. He’d given up a career, hobbies, and friends for Daria. His world had revolved around her. She was this beautiful princess who flitted around his house in lingerie. He gave her everything he could and still she left him. For a long time, his mind had shied away from thinking of her being intimate with Gary. But he accepted that now. Part of letting go was allowing himself to envision them together, to allow himself to be angry, and to allow himself to no longer love her.

“It was hard,” he said at last.
He covered her hand on his cheek. “But that’s over. I’m ready to move on. With you.”

Chapter Seven

Mykal tapped her fingers on the white table cloth as she waited for Tania to show up for their lunch date. She didn’t know what she was going to do about Greg. The romantic in her wanted to jump in with both feet. But her practical side was warning her to take this slow. The man had been so in love he’d been willing to forgive a woman he knew was cheating on him. Then he’d let her barge into his life and rearrange it with the hope of winning Daria back.

She didn’t want to be hurt again. She didn’t want to put her faith and her energy in a man only to have him realize she wasn’t enough for him.