Coming Down ("Mature" Chapters)

Chapter VIII

A few hours later, I arrived at the Oakland International Airport. I couldn't fucking believe that I had given in; after all, pissing G off with the fact that he couldn't see me made me incredibly pleased with myself, but I couldn't deny that I needed him probably almost as much as he was letting on he needed me. After wandering around for a few moments, trying to find his tall frame in the crowds of people, I finally spotted him. I began walking toward him, and he caught sight of me as well. As I got closer to him, I noticed the slight smirk forming on his face.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. "What made you change your mind?"
I half-shrugged, my breath still caught in my throat as I looked up at him, his gaze fixed on me. "I..."
He laughed, and the sound of it made me want to jump him in the middle of the airport. "Shit, I don't care why, I'm just glad you did."
"Can we... Uh... Can we leave, please?" I stuttered, clutching the strap of my bag closer to me.
"You're the cutest thing, seriously," he murmured, his hand moving to my face, cupping my cheek before letting it fall. I felt my heart racing, which confused me. I didn't think I was that nervous, but then again, G did intimidate me a bit. I hated that he made me feel this way. "Alright, let's go."
We made our way out of the airport, getting into his car. After driving for a few minutes, I felt his hand make its way onto my thigh. I instinctively pushed it away. "Stop that."
He chuckled, brushing his thumb across it. "Stop what?"
"Can you just keep both hands on the steering wheel and drive, please?" I asked, grabbing his hand and forcing it off of me. It pissed me off that whenever I had the slightest upper hand, he always found a way to take over again. Just as I thought I had some sort of handle on him, there he was to prove that he was the one in control.
He glanced over at me, shaking his head before dramatically clenching the steering wheel in both hands. "Better?"
"You're stupid," I mumbled, looking out the window.
He laughed loudly as he turned into a parking lot. "Alright, we're here, anyways."
After we got out of the car, we made our way into the building and onto an elevator, going all the way to the top floor.
"A penthouse apartment?" I spoke in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"
As I took it all in, I almost felt somewhat embarrassed of mine and Brooke's tiny, humble apartment.
He shrugged. "It's nice enough, I guess. I'm not home enough to enjoy it, really."
I shook my head. "This is insane."
I walked further in, observing the elaborate living room.
He suddenly grabbed my waist, catching me off guard. "You know what's really insane? The fact that you still haven't let me kiss you yet and I've been in your presence for like a half hour."
I laughed, standing on my tiptoes as I tangled my fingers in his hair. "You're right."
"Mhmmm," he mumbled as he pressed his lips against mine.
I pushed him down onto a nearby couch, climbing onto his lap, not once breaking the kiss.
"Shit," he breathed against my lips as I moved my hips against his. He made quick work pulling off my shirt and removing my bra, tossing them both to the side. Shortly after, his shirt joined my clothing items in the growing pile on the floor. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him so our chests were pressed together.
I shifted away slightly, biting his bottom lip, unbuckling his belt and sliding my hand into his pants.
"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, picking me up off of him and throwing me down onto the couch.
He climbed on top of me, his mouth quickly finding mine again. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I reached up to grab his head once more. He stopped me, taking me by surprise as he threaded his fingers through mine, pinning my hands onto the couch.
"G," I complained, struggling to release myself from his grip.
He simply laughed, his mouth moving down my neck, trailing light kisses before his teeth sunk in at about the exact same spot as before, sucking lightly. His one hand released its grip, and he slowly moved it down my body, pushing off my shorts and underwear. The other hand settled on my waist, holding me in place.
"Oh, fuck," I felt my breath hitch as he slid a finger inside me. Soon, he added a second, and I moaned, gripping his hair tightly as he slowly moved them in and out.
"I'm gonna stop," he spoke, looking down at me.
"Oh, G. Don't stop," I sighed, my grip tightening. "Please don't."
He chuckled, removing his fingers and a slight involuntary whimper fell from my lips as a result of the loss. He brought the fingers up to his mouth, sucking them. "Mmmm, relax."
"Holy shit," I threw a hand over my face, averting my gaze.
"What?" he asked, taking my hand away.
"You are so fucking sexy and I just... I want... Whoa," I stopped myself, realizing that I shouldn't have said anything at all.
"What do you want?" he questioned me, and I felt my whole body flush.
"I want to sit on your face," I stated bluntly, surprised with my confidence.
His jaw dropped, and his startled expression was soon replaced with that smirk; one that I had both grown to love and also one I hated at the same time. "Wow, well okay."
He laid back, grabbing my hips and positioning my body over his face.
"Wait, oh my god, G," I laughed in disbelief. "I didn't really mean it!"
"Nuh-uh," he chuckled. "You asked for it."
He slowly flicked his tongue against me, and I moaned loudly, all uncertainty dissipating. "Oh. Oh, G."
He laughed against me, which only increased the sensation. "Jesus Christ, Lena. You said you wanted to sit on my face, so sit," he grasped my hips, pulling me down onto his face.
"Oh my fuck- holy shit. Yes," I couldn't even form a coherent sentence as he ate me out. He was incredibly good at it and it made me wonder if there was anything that he couldn't do.
He laughed again, sliding me off him a few moments later so I was underneath him once again. "Sorry, I gotta fuck you now before I lose my mind."
He kicked off his pants, moving his mouth down to mine. "Oh, wait. Uh-"
I cut him off, pressing my mouth onto his, groaning.
"Fuck, that's sexy as hell," he muttered. "Where the fuck have you been all my life?"
I laughed, watching as he put the condom on.
He pressed himself against me, his eyes focused on mine. "Ready?"
I sighed, gripping the back of his neck. "Just fuck me already, G."
"Sure thing," he smirked again, sliding into me.
"Mmmm," I moaned in complete bliss, closing my eyes.
"Hey," he spoke, his voice rough sounding. "Look at me."
He gripped my chin, and I opened my eyes to see his dark ones staring down at me. Just seeing him look at me like that made me want to come. His pace quickened gradually, going both harder and faster.
"Oh, fuck me, G," I breathed, dragging my nails across his back.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, gripping my waist in one hand so he could pull me up closer to him.
Within a few moments, I let go, and he followed shortly afterward.
He exhaled audibly, pulling out before tossing the condom in a nearby garbage. "You are... Wow."
"Yeah, same for you," I spoke, still trying to catch my breath. "Sorry about your back and scalp."
He laughed a bit. "No worries. I actually like it a lot."
"Kinky fucker," I joked, leaning forward to pick up my discarded clothing.
"Wait," G mumbled, moving in to kiss me.
I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away. "No."
Standing up, I slipped on my undergarments before sliding my shirt over my head. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I turned back toward him, and he sighed, running a hand down his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, now attired in a pair of boxers.
"Nothing," I responded, moving my eyes over his apartment.
"Alright," he dropped it rather quickly, which came as a relief to me. I didn't want to tell him that I came here in the heat of the moment to spite Brooke, and that I probably shouldn't have. It wasn't that I regretted it- I enjoyed having sex with him a lot- I just felt stupid for flying all the way to Oakland for a hookup. It just further solidified the strong hold he had on me, which only made me angrier at both myself and him.
"I still cannot believe that you flew all the way over here just so I could fuck your brains out," he chuckled, standing up and walking toward me.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I have a shoot in San Francisco in a couple days, so I just changed my flight around. I accommodated for you, but I didn't just come here solely for the purpose of letting you fuck me."
"You accommodated for me, okay," he repeated, laughing.
"Yes," I began to wander through his spacious apartment, moving into the kitchen.
"What are you looking for? Are you hungry?" he asked me. It was kind of cute that he was showing he cared about me at least a little bit.
I shook my head. "No, I'm not hungry. I'm... Okay, I know you have to have weed here."
"What?" he burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious," I responded, turning back toward him.
"What makes you think I smoke weed?"
I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised. "Really?"
He laughed again. "You know, you're supposed to smoke first and fuck second, but I guess I can make an exception."
He disappeared for a few moments into what I assumed was his bedroom, coming back with two blunts. "Okay, do you actually smoke? Because I really don't believe you."
"Oh my god, I'm best friends with Jesse. What do you think?" I responded rhetorically. "Give me it."
"Fair enough," he chuckled, handing me one.
We sat out on his balcony for awhile, watching as the sun set. If it were different circumstances, I guess it could have been kind of romantic. He told me about how he had been in LA recording, and that he was going back on tour in about a week. I told him about the various shoots I had lined up, and how I wanted to eventually shift my focus to being behind the camera instead of in front of it. I didn't know how much we ended up smoking, but the last thing I remembered was dozing off on G's couch.