More Layers: Book Two Layers Series (24 page)

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Absolutely! Not! “Yes.”

I feel cold lube and a finger press into me.

“You need to relax, babe.”

Yeah, right. Like that’s going to happen.

“I am relaxed.”

He slaps my ass.

My ass jumps.

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m not now, asshat.”

He rubs my lower back. Like that’s going to help.

He adds another finger.

“Feel okay?”

Hell no! “Great.”

More lube and one more finger.

Holy hell. Butt plugs are peas—fucking grains of sand.

He wiggles the three fingers. “Still okay?”

Hell no! “What’s the reasoning behind the finger wiggle? Is your penis going to do a dance in my ass?”

He chuckles.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny. I really want to know.”

“Babe, just relax. I know what I’m doing.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better. I’m glad you’ve done it before, but I’m not glad that you’ve done it enough to feel confident enough to boast about it.”

“I wasn’t boasting. I was just saying.”

“Whatever.”

“Lex, this is supposed to be a hot, enjoyable experience. You sound like...”

“I have wiggling fingers up my nice, tight, small hole?”

He sighs. “Okay, babe, relax and take a deep breath.”

He adds another finger.

Motherfucker. “Okay, that hurts,” I squeak out.

He pulls out.

I sigh. “Now that feels wonderful.”

“Babe, we’re not doing this if you’re not into it.”

“I’m sorry...I’m just nervous and slightly lightheaded.” I’m doing this butt-fucking thing come hell or...burning asshole.

“Did you ask your doctor if this is okay?”

“She said if we follow the rules, we’d be fine.”

“The rules?”

“Use a condom, unscented lubes and no double dipping.”

“Double dipping?”

“You know? Running back to third base once you’ve been at home plate.”

“I get it. Did she come up with that metaphor or is it one of yours?”

“Mine, of course.”

I hear the rip of a condom package. I wish I could see him roll it down his large thick throbbing erection. Holy hole! Batman! This is it! To the bat cave!

I feel lube drip down my crack and a finger enters me.

“That feels...good.”

“You like this lube?”

“Yeah.”

“Spread your legs wider.”

“I’m lying over...twenty pillows, nearly standing on my head with my lubed asshole all but in your face and you want me to spread my thighs wider?”

He chuckles.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Ryan?”

“You have no idea.” He smirks. He rubs my back. “Just relax babe.”

“I’m trying.”

“Babe, if you don’t relax this is never going to happen.”

“I know.” I close my eyes and will myself to relax.

“Okay, baby, when I tell you to push back—push back.”

I feel him enter me. It’s not painful it just feels...weird—full—really full.

“Okay, babe, push back.”

Holy mother-of-all-butt-fuckers! It burns—holy hell does it burn. This must be the “ring of fire.”

He pushes further into me. Fuck me! “Ring of fire” my burning ass! More like never ending “rings
of fire”—a fucking towering inferno.

“Babe, are you still with me?”

“The rings of fire.”

“What?”

“Nothing...I’m...okay.” I’m burning up in butt-fucker hell. From now on if anyone jokes around and tells me to shove it up my ass, I’m going to decapitate them.

He pushes in all the way. The burning sensation dissipates. I can do this.

“Okay, babe, I’m halfway.”

Halfway! Did he say halfway? I’ll never be able to sit for the rest of my life.

“Okay, babe, take a big breath and when I push in—let it out slowly.”

Okay, I can do this. I’m a Grant for hell sake, “Buck the hell up,” and all that. Fuck...that’s not going to work, Grant or no Grant. Think...

She was a happy little train for she had such a happy load to carry. Her car is filled with such good things for this big boy. Puff, puff, chug, chug went the little red-ass engine. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
.
Up, up, faster and faster he climbed until at last he was at the end of my asshole. Hurrah, hurrah, cried the little red-ass engine. I thought I could, I thought I could. Choo, choo!

I feel him shudder. “Fuck me! I’m there, babe.”

Yes, Yes, cried the little red-ass engine—he’s pulled into the station. The end of the line—choo, choo!

“Holy Jesus baby Christ. This feels so fucking wonderful.”

The jury (me) is still undecided.

“Got to move, babe.”

Why?! I scream in my head.

He pulls out almost all the way, then back in.

“Oh my God! Sooo fucking good,” he moans.

I’m not so sure. It’s a “well hung” jury.

In. Out. In. Out.

A new jury is called to order.

“Babe, I knew it was going to feel good but...I never thought...”

Have you noticed that he has yet to ask me how I feel, or more specifically, how my asshole feels? All fucking concern for my hole is gone—poof—right out the window like my asshole’s virginity.

He picks up the butt fucking pace.

I want to enjoy this more. I could use an orgasm or three. I fucking deserve it. I try to stretch out my arm and reach my vag. Fuck. I can reach it but it’s pressed down into forty fucking pillows. A slight alteration in position is needed—stat.

“Jax.”

No answer.

“Jaxson.”

No reply.

“Master.”

Nothing.

Then I feel a quake. Holy hell! The room is shaking. No...it’s not the room it’s Jaxson. I try to look back at him but the pillows are blocking my view. I manage to push up for a quick peek of his face. His eyes are wide open, but he’s not seeing anything. He’s
in a land far, far away—Butt Fucker Land.

A few seconds later the slow steady pumping, warp into a freaking, frenzied, ass-fucking, free-for-all. I’m just a hole right now. I know he doesn’t mean for this to happen, but he is so lost in that far off land of ass-fuckery, he might not ever be found.

“OhGodfuckmebabeheavenLexfuckyourockholyhellmyworldfuckmeIloveyouJesussomuchshitI’mcomingholymothersweetJesusfuckfuckfucknevereverunfuckingbelievablecomingagainbabeIloveyouIloveyouGodIloveyou!”

Did you get that?

I didn’t come, not even close, but I don’t care. I just rocked my man’s world out of this world, out of this galaxy. Okay, I didn’t do it. My asshole did. But I was right there with it, all the fucking way.

He kisses up my spine. “Alexia that was...fuck-fucking unbelievable ass-fucking,” he says and slowly pulls out of me.

I sigh in relief.

“Are you okay, babe?” Now he wants to know.

I pull the pillows out from underneath and crash down on my stomach.

“I’m...good.” The ring of fire is starting to rekindle, but it’s bearable.

“I’m going to wash up.”

“Okay.”

A couple of minutes pass and he rejoins me. I haven’t moved a millimeter.

He lies down next to me. I suck in a breath and turn my head towards him. I expected to see a big-ass, shit-eating grin, and I see tears.

“Jaxson, are you alright?”

He laugh-cries. “I’ve never...ever felt better. That has never happened to me.”

“What are talking about?”

“Coming without ejaculating, then coming again.”

What? “Come again...? I never knew a guy could do that?”

“Guys talk about it, but I’ve always thought it was a myth—like Bigfoot.”

“Wow.”

I turn over onto my back and wince.

“I’m sorry, babe. I know it wasn’t good for you.”

“I won’t lie (again). It hurt and it still hurts, but I fucking made you quake. And I gave you your first...double orgasm, phantom orgasm or faux orgasm. What do they call a non-ejaculation orgasm?”

“I don’t know...I call it heaven.”

* * *

“Feel better?

“God, yes,” I say as we step out of the shower.

He helps me dry off.

“Jules packed some kind of ass soothing bath salt. I think I’ll soak for a bit.”

“Can I join you?”

“Please.”

I run a bath, add the salt, get in and pull him in behind me.

I lean back against his chest and sigh.

“Better?”

“Yes, much.”

We soak in silence for several minutes.

He clears his throat. “Our first Christmas together—I’ll never forget it.”

I laugh. “Me neither.” Nor will my asshole.

“You said something about a ‘ring of fire.’ What was that all about?”

“Really? I said that out loud?”

“Yeah. What is it?”

“Just something Jules told me. She said it would hurt and burn until you got past the ‘ring of fire.’ I’m sure she said ring. But I wonder if she meant ‘rings.’“

“So are the ‘rings’ still on fire?”

“They’re smoldering.”

“What else did she say?”

“She told Sam and me about her first butt-fucking.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Probably not.”

I close my eyes as Jax runs his hand through my long locks.

“I can put it up in a knot.”

“No, I love running my hands through it. You always have it up in a knot or pony.”

“That’s because it’s too damn long.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t cut it—ever.”

“My hair dresser, Phillipè, just rolled over in his future grave.”

“Lex?”

“Jax.”

“Thanks again for tonight. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”

“You’re welcome—again.”

“Lex?”

“Jax.”

“I know you don’t like talking about your past, but will you tell me something—anything?”

“My past?” It’s called a
“past”
because it should remain in ones’ past.

“Please Lex, it’s something that I want...need to know.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I want to understand you better—I want to know why you freak out when I bring it up.”

“I don’t freak out.”

“You’re freaking the freak out right now.”

“What? No I’m not.”

“Lizbet told me that she didn’t know about you and Sam for years. She said she knew your father was having an affair with someone in New York, but she never asked him about it. She’s never said so, but I get the feeling that they weren’t very close.”

“I can’t believe she mentioned him at all. We don’t talk about my parents or my little brother. It’s like...they never existed.”

“Why don’t you talk about them?”

“I did talk about them. I told you about my eighth birthday.”

“I meant, why don’t you talk about them with Lizbet?”

“I think Gram feels guilty about...everything. How she raised my dad, how she got tired of fighting with him, so she never asked him what he was doing in, or why he was going to New York all the time. I think she regrets not finding out about Sam and me sooner.”

“It’s hard for me to believe that Lizbet didn’t know about you and Sam. The woman knows, and is in, everyone’s business.”

“It’s hard to believe a lot of things about Gram. She’s always been an unsolvable mystery to me.”

“How so?”

“I don’t really know who she is and I’m not sure she does either. Sometimes you can reinvent yourself to the point that you lose yourself altogether.”

“I’m not following.”

“Do you remember what that article you found at the Wilshire said about Gram and my grandfather?”

“Yes. Your grandfather was engaged to a long-time friend, but he broke it off and married Lizbet, an unknown American heiress.”

“When my grandfather, Bruce died, Gram was catapulted into a world she knew nothing of. I’m not just talking about the business world, which she knew nothing of. She also knew nothing about the world my grandfather was raised in; the world of Scottish-English aristocracy, the old boys and girls club. Before my grandfather died, she’d been ousted and ridiculed because she was an American. She was an unknown that stole and married the most eligible bachelor in Scotland. But after he passed it got much worse. Now she was a widow of a beloved Scot, a woman of undeserving wealth and power.

She’s since earned their respect, but it came with a heavy price. She lost herself somewhere along the way. When you don’t know who you are, it’s hard to help your child or your grandchildren discover who they are.”

“Tell me what happened when she found out about you and Sam.”

“I don’t know how she found us out, but when she did, she flew to New York and confronted my mother at her office. Words were exchanged, and Gram was escorted out by security. Later, Gram showed up at our townhouse and insisted that she speak with her granddaughters. Of course Karen didn’t let her in or speak with us because she didn’t know her from Adam. Mom then phoned Karen and told her to pack us up and meet her at her office. We were going to be staying in a hotel for a few days. While Karen was packing, my dad showed up and demanded to know what was going on. Karen phoned my mother to let her know that my dad was at the townhouse making demands. At that point my mom came home, and within minutes Gram showed up and World War three broke out. I have no idea what happened next because Karen took Sam and me to the park. Less than a week later, Sam and I were in Scotland.”

“How did that happen?”

“To this day I don’t know the whole story. All I was told was that my dad was divorcing his first wife and he wanted my mother to move to the UK and marry him. But she refused. So he and Gram threatened to take us and she told them to go ahead, that it would be a relief not to worry about us. I think Gram took us believing that my mother would come to her senses and move to the UK. But she underestimated my mother.”

“She must have changed her mind because she married your dad and they had your little brother.”

“She didn’t exactly change her mind. A couple of months after Gram took us mom showed up at the Grant Estate in a rage. Gram called my dad and when he showed up, mom told him that she was pregnant and wanted to know how that was possible. She said that she’d been vigilant about taking her pills and accused him of tampering with them. He admitted to tampering with her pills and said he’d done it before. Every time she threatened to leave, he’d try to get her pregnant.”