Its complicated, p.33
It's Complicated, page 33
“Well, he looks like he could be Greek, eh? From the north side.”
“He’s not Greek, Grandma. His heritage is English and Scottish and... you know. More Anglo-Saxon.”
“Eh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I still like you, I think, Connor,” she said.
Connor laughed. “And I like you too, and I love Greek food, so I think this is a match made in heaven. Don’t you, Gemma?”
“Yes, Connor,” I said, smiling as I walked inside. “And that’s my mom and dad. Mom and Dad, this is Connor. Connor Chamberlain.”
“Nice to meet you, Connor,” my dad said in a gruff voice, looking him up and down. I knew there were going to be some hard questions coming later, but my dad was playing nice. He was normally a pretty quiet guy, but when it came to guys that I dated, he acted like he was part of the Greek mafia or something.”
“Oh Connor, are you hungry? We have a big lunch prepared for you,” my mom said, beaming, and then she looked over at me. “Gemma, you look very pretty today. I love that dress. It suits you. It’s very beautiful.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, wanting to roll my eyes. My family was really going overboard. They acted like I’d never brought a guy home. “Connor, come with me. Let’s go to the kitchen and get a drink.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.
“They seem fine,” he said with a grin. “And I feel like they like me. I think you were worried about nothing.”
“Trust me, this is just the beginning. They are going to question you, and who knows. Maybe they’ll even tie you up and do some sort of torture and maybe give you a lie detector test, just to make sure that you’re going to treat me right.”
“I don’t mind. I’d do anything to show them that I only have your best interests at heart, Gemma Doukas,” he said and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before we walked into the kitchen.
“Well, just remember you said that if by the end of the evening, you’ve got little pinpricks all over your skin.”
“Pinpricks?” he said. “What sort of torture is that?”
“I don’t know, but my grandma and my grandpa are old school. I’m sure they learned some tricks in Greece that they would be more than willing to use on you.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind pricking you,” he said with a smile.
“Connor!” I laughed and put my finger over his lips. “You cannot make inappropriate comments in front of my family.”
“But your family is not here in this room with us. It’s just us.”
“Trust me, they have eyes and ears everywhere.”
“So, they wouldn’t like me saying I’d like to fuck you in your childhood bedroom?” he whispered softly into my ear.
“Connor!” I hit him in the chest. “Enough!”
“How’s about we make a deal?”
“What’s the deal?” I said as I walked over to the fridge.
“How’s about yes?” I looked back at him.
“Do you want some beer, some wine? We’ve got ouzo.”
“Oh, I hate ouzo.”
“Don’t let my grandpa hear you say that.” I laughed. “But, wine then?”
“I’d actually take a beer, if you don’t mind. You know I’m not a huge wine drinker.”
“You’re so picky, Connor.”
“I’m only picky when it comes to my women,” he said with a grin as he walked up to me. “And hey, it worked out for me, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, you’re lucky to have gotten me,” I said with a smile.
“I’m very lucky indeed,” he said.
I handed him a beer. “Do you want a glass?”
“Nah, it’s okay, unless you think your grandparents will think I’m uncouth for drinking it out of a can.”
“No. We’re not royalty or anything. They’ll be fine with you drinking it out of the can.” I laughed, and then I poured myself a glass of wine. “So, should we go back?”
“Well, remember I have one thing to tell you, Gemma.”
“What, Connor?”
“Well, if you want me to behave and be a good boy...”
“Yes? What about it? Of course you know I want that.”
“Well then, I want us to have a little fun in your bedroom.”
“Connor, there’s just no way.”
“Gemma.”
“You’re such a bad boy.”
“But isn’t that why you love me?”
“I love you for many reasons. Yes, maybe one of them is because you’re a bad boy. But this is my parents’ house. We cannot do anything here. If they catch us, we will both die, and I mean die. D-I-E. Do you understand what that means?”
“I’m willing to risk it.”
“Connor, no.”
“Please.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, leaning down and giving me a deep long kiss. I melted against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him back. My wine glass was precariously tilted, and I was nervous that the wine would spill out.
“Connor,” I whispered against his lips. “We can’t.”
“Oh dear. What’s going on here?” my grandma said as she walked into the kitchen and spotted us kissing. “I see that you lovebirds are kissing, eh? Oh Connor, you can’t keep your hands off my granddaughter. You love her very much, I assume.”
“Yes, Nana, I love her. I really love her.”
Connor stepped back and I was surprised to see that he looked embarrassed. So he did have some shame.
“Connor, so what are your intentions for—”
“Grandma!” I cut her off. “We literally got here two minutes ago. Please do not have this conversation right now.”
“But Gemma, I want to know this young man, his intentions. You bring him to the house. He seems like a very nice man. I like him a lot. Yes, he’s not Greek, but it’s okay. He likes the Greek food, you say, and maybe we take him to Greece. We show him Greece and some of our ways, and he become—”
“Grandma, enough. That’s just too much to ask for. We literally just got here, and we literally have only been dating for a couple of months, okay?”
“Ah but Gemma, it is not too early to plan. You know your grandfather and me, we dated one month, we get engaged another month, and then we get married, and we have babies, and now we’re here in America, and we come to America—”
“I know, Grandma, because you wanted to give me the best possible opportunities in life.”
“Yes. And with that, I want you to marry the best man in life. So, Connor.”
“Yes?” he said with a smile.
“Is what you do?”
“I’m a music producer,” he said, “Pretty successful.”
“Hm. Music?” My grandma made a face.
“Grandma, I already told you he was a music producer. “Please.”
“Yes, but I hope you’re telling joke. I hope he doctor, or lawyer, engineer, eh? Even architect okay. Music? Hm. I no like music. You go to college?”
“Yes, I went to college.” He grinned. “I studied advertising.”
“Advertising. Hm. It’s okay. Hm.” She shook her head. “I guess he work, he work. Are you hungry?” She looked at him. “You’re skinny, boy. You eat, yes? We eat snack before the lunch? Don’t tell your mother though. Your mother kill me if she know I feed him before her big meal. She not even let me make anything. She said she want to make everything. I say, ‘Why not let me make everything? I am from Greece. I know to make all the good food.’”
“We’re not that hungry, Grandma. Come on.” I walked over and hooked my arm through hers. “Let’s go to the living room and play some cards, and then you can ask Connor all the questions that you want, okay?”
“But I was a little hungry,” Connor whined.
I looked back at him and glared. My mom would absolutely kill me if I let my grandma feed him first, because my grandma wasn’t going to just give him a little snack. My grandma would pile him up with so much food that by the time we got to the table to eat lunch, he wouldn’t be able to eat any of my mom’s food, and then she’d be upset. And for all I knew, it would lead to some big argument, because there was always a huge argument in my family. Friendly, yes, but a bit overwhelming to a newcomer. I really didn’t want to overwhelm Connor, no matter how much he said he didn’t care or mind. It was a lot to be introduced to my family, and our relationship was still pretty new.
I loved him, and I knew that he loved me, but we needed to build a solid foundation, and I didn’t want any cracks in that foundation, so I needed today to go as well as possible.
We walked into the living room and sat down. My dad was already preparing some dominoes on the table.
“You play dominoes, Connor?”
“I haven’t played it since I was young, but sure, I’d be down.” Connor nodded and walked over to the table. He looked back at me. “Are you coming?”
“No.” I laughed. “Dominoes are just for the guys. So you’ll play with my dad and my grandpa, and I’ll be over here with my mom and grandma.” I smiled.
“Oh.” Connor looked surprised. “But ...”
“Aw, the boy misses you already.” My grandma laughed. “It’s sweet. I see the love, yes. It’s sweet. It’s sweet. But no Connor, you go play dominoes with the men, eh? They need to ask you some questions.”
“Oh Grandma, they’re not going to barrage him with questions, are they?”
“Gemma, they just have to make sure he’s a good guy, you know? Your father and your grandfather, they love you very much, and they need to speak to him to make sure he’s good. Because if not good, he no good, he gone.”
“Okay, Grandma.” I knew better than to say, “No, he’s not gone if you don’t like him,” because as far as my family was concerned, if they didn’t like a guy, he didn’t exist anymore.
I sat on the couch watching TV with my mom and my grandma, staring over at the table. I could hear my grandpa and dad asking Connor questions, but I couldn’t hear exactly what they were talking about. Finally, my granddad stood up, excited and happy that he’d won.
“Five games. I win five games. I’m the master. I’m the master at dominoes.”
“That is nothing. That is nothing,” my grandma said. “If you were chess master, you make us some money. Dominoes? You ever hear of dominoes master?”
“Hm,” he said and headed to the kitchen to get himself another beer.
“Is lunch nearly ready, Mom?” I looked over at her, hopeful. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. I walked over to Connor to see if he was okay as my mom shook her head.
“How’d it go?” I said.
“Fun. I had a really fun time.” He grinned at me. “I was speaking to your granddad and your dad, and they’re both really nice.”
“Can you show me your room? I’d love to see where you grew up.”
“My room?” I stared at him, knowing exactly what he wanted. “I don’t know if ...”
“Please? I’d love to see your childhood room, Gemma. You can tell me all about how you were as a kid.”
“Connor, I think that—”
“Go on, Gemma. Show him your room. He wants to see it.” My grandma walked up behind me. “You have lots of photos in there from your childhood as well, eh? Show him. Have some fun.”
“Okay, Grandma,” I said and grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’ll show you my room for five minutes. Then we’ll be back out. I hope lunch will be ready soon, Mom?”
“Yes, yes. It will be ready in about twenty minutes,” my mom said. “Let me go to the kitchen. I need to check the fish.”
“Okay, Mom.” I watched as my mom walked toward the kitchen and then Connor and I walked toward my bedroom. We got into my room, and I closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing, Connor?” I said as he immediately pulled me into his arms, his hands wrapping around my waist and going down to my ass.
“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m about to get lucky in Gemma Doukas’s bedroom, baby.”
“No, you’re not, Connor. I do not have a lock on this door. This is not a good idea.”
“Doesn’t that make it even sexier and more dangerous to you?”
“Yeah, dangerous. Sexy, no.”
“Come on, Gemma. Are you scared?”
“Are you really asking me if I’m scared? Can you not see from my face and hear in my voice?? Oh,” I said as his hand slipped up my chest and he unclasped my bra. “What are you doing?”
“Take off your shirt, Gemma,” he said. I lifted my arms up and he pulled it off. I threw my bra to the ground. “Connor, this is not a good idea.”
“We’ve got twenty minutes,” he said. “Before lunch is ready.”
“I know, but...” We fell back onto my bed, and I groaned as his lips came down on my nipple and sucked. “You’re such a bad boy, Connor.”
“Isn’t that why you love me though?” he said softly, as his eyes gazed up at me.
“Shut up and hurry up,” I said with a grin.
He quickly pulled down my skirt and my panties, and I was there naked on the bed.
“Are you going to take your clothes off as well?”
“Nah,” he said with a grin. “We don’t got time for all of that.”
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I stared at it in admiration, reaching down to touch it. My hands slid up and down on his cock until he was hard enough to enter me. He got onto the bed next to me and lay down on his back.
“What are you doing?” I said.
“I want you to ride me.” He grinned. “I love it when you’re on top.”
“Connor.”
“Yes, Gemma?” he said. “Come on.”
He picked up my body until I was straddling him. “Do you have any protection?” I looked down at him.
“What sort of person do you think I am that I bring protection to your parents’ house?” He grinned, but he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom wrapper.
“You’re such a pig,” I said and laughed as I ripped it open and slipped it down onto his cock. I saw his body shudder as my fingers touched his penis.
“Oh yeah.”
I sat on top of him again and straddled him. He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit so that I was wet.
“Please, Gemma. We don’t have much time.”
I slid on top of him, both of us moaning and crying out. As he filled me to the hilt, I bounced up and down on him fast, loving the feeling of him underneath me, loving the look on his face as I rode him.
“Don’t stop. Just like that,” he said. “Just like that,” as I ground myself into him.
I could feel that he was going to come quickly. I knew I was going to come quickly as well. The whole intensity of the situation had heightened both of our senses. I rode him for a couple more times, and felt his body shuddering as he exploded inside of me, and then I rode off of him.
He looked over at me, an upset look on his face. “You didn’t come,” he said.
“I was close, but no.”
“Okay then,” he said. “I guess I’ll have to do my thing.”
He rolled over on the bed and then kissed all across my body before going down to my pussy. He started licking on my clit and sucking, and I moaned as his tongue entered me to finish off the job. It only took about five seconds before I came on his face. He laughed as he licked up my juices and then kissed back up my body, and he kissed me on the lips.
“I love your taste, Gemma. I love you.”
“Do you really love me, Connor?” I said, “Or do you just love having sex with me?”
“That’s not even funny,” he said, his finger on my lips. “Don’t joke about that, okay? You know I love you, all of you.”
“I know,” I said, as I scrambled off of the bed.
“Where are you going?” He said with a frown.
“I’m putting my clothes on because if anyone walks in here and sees me butt naked on the bed, I don’t care what sort of good impression you’ve made on them so far, they will kill you and chase you out of here, and I will never be able to see you again.”
“Oh yeah?” He grinned. “Well then, hurry up and put your clothes on.”
“Oh, so now you care about their opinion of you?”
“I’ve always cared about their opinion of me, Gemma. They’re the most important people to you in the world. And as such, they’ll be important to me too.”
“Oh yeah?” I said as I quickly pulled on my skirt and my top. “I didn’t realize you cared what they thought.”
“Oh, I care,” he said. “You’re going to be my wife one day, Gemma, and they’re going to be my family too. So, it’s better for us to start it off right, right?”
“Yeah,” I said and leaned up and kissed him. “I love you, Connor Chamberlain.”
“Not as much as I love you, Gemma Doukas. My love and my hard cock will last for you, forever.”
THE END
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Chapter One
Sarah
“Sarah, I need for you to do me a huge favor, okay?” The sweet begging note in Harry’s voice alerted me to the fact that he was going to ask me to do something I didn’t want to do. I was used to that dulcet tone, the one that made you think that butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. But I’d known Harry for too long. He’d asked me to do too many favors that had blown up in my face, to make me say yes without knowing exactly what he wanted me to do.
“What's the favor, Harry?” I asked my best friend trying not to give him any encouragement. If he thought I was going to acquiesce, he’d ask me for more than one favor and I’d get off the phone wondering what I’d just gotten myself into. I was attempting to create boundaries with him. We were best friends yes, but I wasn’t going to be his doormat any longer. He always wanted to ask me for favors yet, he was never willing to do any favors for me. Not that I’d ever really asked him for anything. But still, it seemed to be a one way street on the favor highway.
“I need you to go down to Macy's and I need you to buy some Christmas presents for me.” His voice was sweet. “Please, I would owe you forever.”
