Harmony Frost

This wasn’t the way to do things. They shouldn’t even be engaging in something like this, but it felt wonderful to hear his masculine moans and groans of pleasure. And hearing how his voice was thick with lust and desire. It made Aurora feel much more attractive and wanted. And frankly, she couldn’t ask for anything more at this point. Part of the hurt from being dumped was feeling like you weren’t good enough. But here Max was showing just how much she turned him on. Albeit likely only on s physical level, but she could deal with that. This wasn’t a replacement for true healing and getting over their pain; but it was a nice way to take some of the edge off. “Mmmm, you taste good,” Ro purred, slurping on his cock. She sucked him briefly. Simply teasing him all the more but not enough to bring him over the edge. “Maybe later I’ll drink you down, but I hope you don’t mind me skipping ahead?” She asked, releasing his rigid member and standing up. Aurora pulled down her tiny shorts, revealing her shiny, wet, shaved mound. Grinning she settled back down onto Max’s lap, her lips seeking his instantly. Sighing at the feel of skin on skin. Her wet pussy rubbing along his velvety shaft, wanting him to make the decision to penetrate. Her body was aching for it, but she needed to make sure that Maximilian was equally keen.

His place. In the past she might have hesitated for a lot longer, but considering their past history and recent events she knew she might as well agree. It was a little too late to start thinking about safety. Plus they lived in the same complex so at least she would be in familiar enough territory. She could handle that. Plus she was keen on seeing just where Grant was in all this. Despite her calm demeanor she was a jumbled mess of nerves and emotions. The only thing keeping her together was her hope. A hope that burned bright in her chest and caused her heart to warm and swell so much it might burst from her chest. But Giselle was determined to put her tears to rest . She needed to know where they stood. “Okay, we’ll go to your place,” she agreed, reaching for his hand, a shy smile on her lips.

His outburst made her flinch, and she looked at his with wide, curious eyes. A slow smile forming on her lips as he stammered and his blush endeared him to her even more. And Giselle was pleased to find that he wasn’t trying to back out of things before they even started. It was enough to keep her hopes up. As much as she debated within herself about whether or not she should engage with Grant, the end results left her far more inclined to embrace those scary feelings she had. Would it be so bad to give him a chance? “Uh, yeah, we can talk about this somewhere else. Is my place okay? Or would you prefer someplace neutral? A fast food place or something?” Gigi offered, trying not to stare too long at his cock. She didn’t want to seem too randy, but their passionate rut reawakened a lot of buried desires she had. Both physically and emotionally. Seeing Grant and then fucking him had pressed the reset button on heart and brain and she found she didn’t want to fight it this time. “I’m fine with whatever you decide. I think we should discuss this further as well because I don’t want it to be a one off either.”

This is wrong. This is wrong. So wrong. But damn....it felt so right. They shared a lusty embrace. Tongues tangling and caressing. Their bodies rubbing against each other’s in heat. She could feel her core getting hotter and wetter with each passing moment and it became clear that just kissing was not going to be enough. She wanted more. So much more. She needed it. And obviously her neighbor did too judging by that ever growing bulge she was grinding up against. Aurora made quick work of his shirt. Her eyes drinking in the sight of toned flesh and strong looking arms. He was lean, but not scrawny and she could appreciate that subtle difference. She helped him remove his dress shirt, intent on capturing his lips again but was prevented by him taking her tank off her body. Not wasn’t long before the thin shirt was peeled off and her caramel skin and stiff nipples came into view. She bit her lip as he admire her large tits, and began to fondle them. However, when his mouth closed around one of said nipples she lost all control. “Oh god....” Ro moaned, arching into his mouth and one hand reaching to hold him close to her breasts. Gasping when he nibbles on it playfully. Her own hands stroking his back and hair encouragingly as she wiggles on his lap. But as amazing as that felt, she didn’t think he should have all the fun. Gently, she pulled his head up, pecking his lips briefly. “I wanna taste you too,” She purred. Slipping from his lap, Aurora knelt down on the floor, her hands sliding up hid khakis and squeezing his thighs as she smirked gently at her new friend. “May I?” She asked, reaching to undo his zipper and whatever else was needed to free him of his pants. It was no question as to her intentions and soon his cock was bare and practically saluting her. It was so big, and rigid. It looked almost painful. Ro shivered. When was the last time she inspired such desire from a man? She couldn’t remember. But she was definitely going to make good of his erection. Without further ado she grasped his cock and began to lick him from base to tip. Swirling her tongue around his head and slit. Her eyes meeting his as she teased him.

“Would it be okay if I hit on you?” She should have said no. She should have pushed him away and stood her ground. They both knew that this was probably a very bad idea and yet she felt powerless to stop whatever reactions her body was giving. The more she thought about everything, the more she felt like it couldn’t be too bad to enjoy this time together. After all, their exes have found happiness. And while she doubted this was the start of something long term, would it be wrong to get comfort from him in the meantime? She hoped not. When Max’s lips met hers in a soft, tender kiss, Aurora sighed into the action, her arms draping around his neck. The very opposite of pushing away, instead she was anchoring herself to this man, surrendering to her baser needs for warmth and affection in this time of trouble. As the passion shared between them intensified, Ro felt her neighbor pull her onto his lap and she moaned as she straddled him, landing so close to his obvious bulge. He was clearly enjoying this just as much as she was. “Max....this isn’t right,” she whispered even as she actively ground into his erection, gasping at how good it felt. “We’re both....oh, god yes...” she gasped, when she felt his hands massaging her ass and holding her close to his groin. She pulled away to nip and lick at his neck, working on the buttons on his shirt despite her brain trying to protest. “Screw it. We need this. And it’s been ages,” she admitted, her mouth latching onto his again with more ferocity.

This ranting was supposed to be fun, but obviously doing this was dredging up the pain. At this rate they’d be drunk and in tears but no closer to any real healing. This would not do. Aurora gasped as she listed to Maximilian’s rant, the agony in his voice clear as well as his hatred. She supposed if her place had been similarly ransacked she would be just as upset, but despite being together for two years, she and Darren didn’t live together. Of course he had some junk at her place but he must have been removing his stuff little by little. There were of course a few odds and ends left. A shirt or two, maybe half used hygiene products, but nothing of any real value. For the first time since she saw that text, Aurora considered herself lucky. But she felt awful for Max. “Hey....I’m sorry,” she cooed, taking over and removing the glass from his hand, and placing it on the coffee table next to hers. She knew he was trying to smile through the pain, but she also knew he needed to let it out just like her. “I know what it’s like to want to build s life with someone and you must feel really used and abused right now. I can’t believe she would stoop so low, but then again I guess I can. But you what, that doesn’t matter. You’re strong, handsome, and obviously quite caring do I have no doubt you’ll meet someone who deserves you. Until then,” Ro didn’t finish, she just pulled Max back into her arms, holding his head to her breasts and stroking his hair. “If it means anything, I’ll help you clean your apartment. And set up your bed....” She offered, trying to be both neighborly and compassionate. “They both wanted us to hurt, but they will not get the last laugh. We’re going to heal and move on. Together. This may seem forward, but, would you maybe want to stay here tonight? I promise, I’m not hitting on you. I just think neither of us should be alone tonight.”

The tender pressing of his lips to her forehead made Aurora melt. He had no idea that she found such gestures as the ultimate act of sweetness and caring. The symbolism always touched her heart and it was hard not to openly swoon when he did it. Her dark eyes focused on her neighbor, wondering if he had always been this handsome. Maybe so, but since she was with Darren she must have blinded herself to it. Meanwhile her partner had no qualms about eyeing Max’s girlfriend. It was sad, but as she sat next to him she couldn’t help but to feel a bit better. She couldn’t imagine going through this alone. It was nice to have Max here. When he inadvertently called her hot, Ro grinned and a warm flush traveled through her body at his words. That was another thing she missed; compliments. ”Thanks,” she giggled, grabbing her glass and maintaining eye contact as they clinked their glasses together in solidarity. “That sounds like a good idea. Although part of me doesn’t even want to talk about it any more even if it’s all I can think about,” she admitted, leaning on his chest. Aurora pressed her body comfortably to his side, resting a hand on his time as she took another sip and allowed her thoughts to consume her for a moment. “I’m happy you came over. There’s no way I’d be calmly sipping wine if I were alone. I was seconds away from doing something rash when you knocked....” She paused, realizing that she was about to start crying again and switched gears. “So, were ranting right? Well let me tell you about how sloppy Darren is. He used to leave clothes all over the place even though we had a hamper. I have three in fact! One for whites, darks, and delicates. He knows I’m a neat freak but he would never adapt. Honestly it was tiring. That’s one thing I’m looking forward to. Not having to clean up after a grown man! Brighter days indeed!” She finished with a hearty swig from her glass. “Your turn.”

He seemed to have an acute intuition. And most likely just a good heart. Why else would Max so readily pull her into his arms? It may have felt weird to hug a practical stranger, but their common heartbreak made them connected. Aurora sat down her glass before fully allowing herself to be held by this man. To feel his warmth, the strength of his arms and the shockingly tender stroking of her hair and rubbing her back. She needed this. That much was plain. When was the last time she was held? When was the last time someone showed her this much care and attention? Months. That’s how long. Darren had checked out mentally and physically a long time ago and her heart burned as she realized that he was right in a sense, their break up was a long time coming. Sighing into Max’s embrace, Aurora nodded in agreement to his words, chuckling a bit when he called Jane a “dead fish” in bed. “You’re being too nice. You barely know me,” she added, but leaning up and kissing his cheek anyway. “But I appreciate it. You know, Darren called me frigid,” she whispered with a grimace. “I hate that I feel like he’s right. I can be cold sometimes. And now....now he....” She cried again, burying her face in his chest. “I’m sorry I should be comforting you too. Jane is an idiot for leaving someone so sweet,” Ro added, pulling back to meet his gaze. “And yes, you can call me Ro, everyone does. Aurora is a mouthful I’m told,” she laughed trying to bring back the mirth.

He looks so sad. And a bit of a mess. Most likely just the maid version of herself. They had both been blindsided by all this and judging by their equally tear stained cheeks, in just as much pain. She gave him a sympathetic smile, wincing at his sorrow filled voice and the evidence of a stuffy nose. “Paper towels? Uh yeah, yeah I have some,” Aurora answered, her smile brightening a bit when she noticed his colorful socks. He looked ridiculous when one took in his plain, office friendly attire and compared it to his socks. That was just the sort of quirky thing that she found endearing. That and his boyish good looks. But she chastised herself for even noticing his attractiveness. Sighing, she made a detour to the kitchen, grabbing the wine bottle, glasses and a roll of paper towels. Aurora carried her items to the soft gray sofa, bending over to place the bottle and glasses down on the coffee table; unknowingly giving her guest a eyeful of her plump ass, the short shorts showing the tiniest sliver of cheek as she bent over. “Here are your paper towels,” she said, scooting the roll closer to him. “And our wine.... Hope you like red. It’s my favorite,” she explained, grateful for both his company and the distraction. After pouring a portion for them both, she sat down next to him, their legs touchingly she turned inward towards a Max. “I suppose you’re just as shocked as I am.... I never, well, I never thought he would betray me like this. And I hate that part of me still cares,” Aurora admitted, taking a sip. “But fuck him. And her,” she added smirking. “They deserve each other. Bastard must have been cheating on me for months.... I just....” her voice cracked, betraying her emotion and she felt more tears come. “I’m sorry...I’m trying to act so strong but who am I kidding? This sucks.”

What could she say? She felt humiliated. Part of her was absolutely livid, but it could not overpower the gaping wound of sadness she felt. She was absolutely gutted. She didn’t know how long she stared at that text message. The short, perfunctory assembly of words that ripped her world in two. Lets be honest, this was a long time coming Ro. I never thought you’d turn out to be such a frigid bitch. I don’t have the patience to deal with it anymore. Good bye. The audacity! Deal with her?! How many times had she picked up his drunken ass off the floor of some seedy bar? How many times had she called his job and made excuses? How many times had she dealt with his family on his behalf? She was always sorting things out for Darren. Always being his cook, maid and personal assistant. Not to mention sex toy and yet he had the nerve to call her frigid?! Granted, he hadn’t touched her in six out of the eighteen months that they’d been together, but it wasn’t all her fault, was it? Angrily she wiped at the tears still rolling down her cheeks, resisting the urge to tap out a furiously written reply to his arrogant break up text. He didn’t deserve her words, but that didn’t take away the desire. And to add insult to injury, he had posted a status with his new “girlfriend “ that same day. Their smiles mocking her and driving a knife deeper into her heart. What kind of horrible people cheat on their significant others and then post a status about finding love with no remorse? And it was obvious that this affair had been happening for a long time. It made her almost physically ill. Aurora closed the social media app, tossing her phone on the couch and buried her face in her hands. She hated that she was behaving so utterly pathetic, but the shock of being dumped so thoroughly was too much to bear. A knock at the door made her head bolt up in shock and she felt her anger flare up. Was it Darren? Did that arrogant ass think he could come back here and— She wrenched the door open, her body freezing as she took in the sight of her neighbor, Maximilian, standing there. Her ire was quickly replaced with sorrow as she recognized that he too must be feeling devastated. What was the odds that their exes would find “love” with each other? She didn’t speak, not at first and was shocked when his arms enveloped her. Aurora didn’t have to work today so she was in tiny gray shorts, a tight tank top and barefoot. But she didn’t care about her state of undress. Not when she felt the warmth and surprising source of comfort in his arms. So she held him, rubbing his back and crying along with him. Finally, when she could feel the draft from the door being left open, she parted and shut her door, “Come on. We can talk on the couch. Do you like wine?” She asked, wiping at her tears and meeting his gaze.

With thoroughly relaxed limbs, Giselle managed to turn around and face Grant. “That really was amazing,” she agreed, smiling almost sleepily. The feeling of their combined ooze drying between her legs made her reach for the toilet paper and clean up a bit, rearranging herself. “So uh, was that another one off?” She whispered, biting her lip nervously. Obviously she would have to be fine with whatever he said, but she couldn’t help the desperate feeling in her chest that hoped that wasn’t so.

“That’s it. Cum with me baby,” Giselle urges, pushing back against his cock with eagerness and abandon. When his hand teased her clit she moaned his name, her juices starting to coat his hand as her climax neared. She never behaved so wantonly before but with Grant it was so easy to surrender. And that’s exactly what she did. “Oh fuck! I’m coming! Grant!” She shouted, her pussy clamping down around his cock, giving him no choice but to spill inside her. She hissed at the sensation of being filled, her whole body trembling as she came before she slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

The way he was ravaging her was almost animalistic. Not that Giselle minded one bit. Her nails scratched uselessly at the stall as Grant drilled into her tight pussy from behind. She let out a few helpless moans, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat as they rutted. The only thing that made this passionate fuck more romantic was his sweet kisses and the way he said her name. It was more than lust in his tone, but affection also. “Yes Grant, Yes!” She cried, squeezing him as the familiar twisting in her lower belly started. She didn’t care if the whole club heard, all that mattered was Grant and her impending climax.

“Ohhh!” Giselle moaned when Grant’s cock finally penetrated her tight sheath. She threw her head back, arching against the cool gray blue surface of bathroom stall. One leg was propped up on his hip, pulling him close the other barely making purchase on the tile as he fucked her deep, hard and fast in the small stall. He was exactly as she remembered. Huge, and filling her to the brim. Her walls molded to his cock greedily squeezing as he pumped in and out. She had to kiss him again; otherwise her moans would be way too loud. Although if anyone came in it would be impossible for them to not know that they were fucking. Just the thought of getting caught was making her wetter.

“Y-Yesss......” Giselle breathed, her hands clutching onto his shirt, fingers tensing with each word he spoke. Her body was flush and she knew that her panties were damp. “That is exactly what I was thinking. I need you,” She whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw and then pulling away. “Come with me,” She insisted, tugging him towards the ladies room on the far left side of the club. It seemed the fates were in their favor because it was blissfully empty. She turned to him, flashing a grin, “Later, we can take our time. Explore. But right now, I just need you to fuck me Grant.” And then she pounced on him, planting a fierce kiss on his lips while backing him up into a stall.

She moaned, almost inaudibly as he teased her. Hearing him say the word salacious was almost as sinful as whatever acts he was imagining. Giselle wanted to bit her lip, but instead nibbled playfully at his finger. Taking his hand she licked his finger and gazed up at Grant with lusty eyes. “Please, tell me. I wonder if they’ll match up to what I’m thinking about?” She grinned at him then although she still had his finger in her mouth, sucking lightly. Releasing him with a pop, she pressed kisses along his palm, her gaze never leaving his. “My thoughts are positively lewd.”

Her face had fallen a bit when he said he missed her touch; thinking that was the only thing he missed. But shortly after she was beaming at the sweet words that left his lips. Giselle regarded him with a warm smile, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I admire you greatly as well. Something about you makes me feel so...entranced. Perhaps I should be afraid, but mostly I just can’t stop desiring more of you.”

She might have been worried when he started leading her off the dance floor, but she was equally grateful for the quieter space. And happy to not be packed up against so many other bodies. Although it was an excellent excuse to be close to him. “Just hi?” She asked, smirking now as she caught the hungry gleam in his eyes. Encouraged, she took a step closer, her hands resting on his chest, “I’m going to go ahead and admit it; I’ve missed you, Grant.”

The moment his lips touched hers; Giselle melted. Moaning as his tongue delved deep into her mouth, caressing her own and sending shivers down her spine. She twisted in his grasp, needing to kiss him more directly. Her body crushing to his and both arms hooked around his neck. She knew she probably shouldn’t be doing this, but it was too late to play coy now. With one kiss she had confirmed something she knew all along- she missed him. Missed this. Finally she had to part for air, her chest rising and falling quickly as she gasped for air.

For a moment she thought he might kiss her and Giselle her head to make it easier. But then his lips found a different target and she sighed softly as they landed on her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut briefly to savor the moment but it didn’t last long at all. Still, she encouraged Grant, her hands covering his, stroking his wrist fondly. Her rear end actively rubbing against his growing bulge. She wanted him again. There was no denying it, but she was afraid to be the one that initiated things that far. Maybe this was just a dance to him....?

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Giselle admonished, smiling back. “Besides, from what I remember you certainly know how to use your hips.” She grinned at him flirtatiously, before pulling away and instead dancing with her back turned to him. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. Her body pressed close to his. “Remember?” She purred, reaching up to stroke his cheek, her head twisted slightly so she could see him.

“Swing dance and jazz?!” She questioned with a teasing grin. He continued to surprise her. “That’s interesting. I might have to see that sometime,” Giselle added noncommittally. And when Grant showed his appreciation for her simple moves she decided to turn up the heat. She reached out and smoothed her hand over his lilac shirt, sliding up until she had an arm around his neck, the other rubbing his shoulder as she ground against him. “Think you can keep up?” Gigi challenged.

Dance? The question caught her off guard, as well as the slightest bow of his head. Was he always so charming? She told herself to say no and politely excuse herself, but somehow she found herself taking his hand. “Yes, I’d love to dance,” Giselle answered breathily, wincing inwardly at how eager she sounded. “I’m an excellent dancer so just follow my lead,” she added, trying to gain back some control. She drained the last of her drink and set it down, her hand tugging at his as she sashayed onto the dance floor. Her body was a bundle of nerves but it was too late to back out now. Once they were on the floor she met Grant’s gaze and started with a simple side step and hip swing, allowing her body to get in rhythm with the music playing.

“I’m.....out with friends too. One of my best friends just got married so we single gals are out on the prowl tonight,” Giselle joked, hoping he couldn’t see how his closeness was effecting her. How was it that he could take her from cold to hot in mere seconds? She took an involuntary step back as he closed the gap between them. This close she could smell his cologne. God, he smelled good. Clearing her throat, she smiled at his compliment, ignoring the sudden flush in her body from the way his eyes raked over her figure. It was making her think of how his hands felt. “Thank you. I figured I should either go bold or go home. Although I was beginning to think this outfit was gonna go to waste. Glad to see that it isn’t.” She winked at him and sipped her martini, wondering if the fluttering in her chest was good or bad.