Burning the Midnight Oil: A Single Dad Small Town Romance

Chapter 37

Idon’t know what came over me back there. I usually pride myself on how level-headed I am, but something about seeing Grady up at the bar with that fucking jackass made me snap. It was clear, from the look on his face to his body language, that he wasn’t into the conversation, yet the guy kept inserting himself where he didn’t belong. When he grabbed the pitcher from his hand, I lost it.

We get to the hotel he’s staying at, and we head toward the row of elevators while Grady is still pretending like he doesn’t know I’m trailing behind him. That’s fine; he can pretend all he wants. I meant what I said back at the bar. I’m done with the space. The silence. The emptiness I feel when he shuts me out. I’m finished. I understand this situation with us is messy. But it means something to me, and whether he admits it or not, I know it means something to him too.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, nobody else waiting with us to get on. We step inside, standing side by side, as they close. Grady pushes the button for the fourth floor, the air in here electric. It’s crackling with everything unsaid. Our hands are at our sides, pinkies brushing against each other, and from the corner of my eye, I can see the heavy way his chest is rising and falling.

Reaching the fourth floor, the doors slide open again, and we exit. Grady still won’t look at me as he leads us down the hall to his room. He pauses for a brief moment before he gets the key card and swipes it across the reader. My heart beats wildly as the light on the door turns from red to green, granting us access to the room. It feels bigger than that, though. Like maybe he’s granting us access to divulge into our needs and desires tonight.

As we enter, it’s dark, only the light from the lamp near his bed turned on. It smells like his body wash in here, and it’s making me dizzy. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been this close to him. Seeing him for a few minutes at a time at the arenas, or the rare occasion when he stops by the campsites, isn’t good enough. I need to consume all of him.

Grady empties his pockets onto the dresser, his eyes finally coming up to meet mine. There’s hesitation dancing in them, but there’s also an unmistakable hunger. I kick out of my shoes, and he does the same, neither of us saying anything for a moment.

“I’ve missed you.” I repeat what I said back at the bar, meaning it wholly.

Surprising me, Grady replies, “I’ve missed you too.”

I close the distance between us, reaching for his hand. Bringing it up to my chest, I hold it there and ask, “Do you feel how hard my heart is beating for you?”

Wetting his lips with his tongue, he nods. Memories of the last time we were together flash through my mind. The way his body felt under mine. The noises he made. The way his face twisted up into pleasure. How he made me feel. I’ve replayed that night in my mind a hundred times since it happened. That night and every other. Our first kiss. The night at the barn. Everything. I think back to all the time we spent together, not even sexual. Everything we shared. The way being near him felt comforting. I think about every single moment that led us here, from the first time I started to feel even the slightest bit of feeling for him until right now.

I think of it all, and I think about how badly I need him. How unequivocally right it feels when we’re together. How sex, and even intimacy in general, has never felt as natural as it does with Grady. Reaching out, I cup the side of his head, lowering my mouth onto his. The smallest of whimpers sounds from the back of Grady’s throat, but I swallow it down as our lips fuse together. His hand, still on my chest, fists my shirt, holding me close, and he parts his lips, granting my tongue access to taste and explore and worship.

We kiss slowly at first; a deep, sensual coming together. A tease. It doesn’t last long, though. All too soon, we’re nothing more than grappling hands and starved lips. Grady walks us backward until he hits the foot of the bed. Sitting down, he breaks our lips apart, but only long enough to reach behind him and rip the shirt over his head. I do the same, removing my hat at the same time and tossing it behind me on the dresser, as his fingers reach for the button of my jeans, flicking it open before he slides the zipper down, the sound heightened in the otherwise quiet room.

Grady peers up at me from beneath his dark, thick lashes as he works my jeans down my thighs. I step out of them as he lies back and does the same to his pants. Once he rids himself of the material, he tosses them onto the ground before scooting up to the head of the bed. I climb on top, crawling over his body until I’m blanketing him. Grady wraps his legs around my waist as I plant my arms on either side of his head.

I allow myself a few moments to soak him in. To drag my gaze over his face, his chest, his cock that’s already hard for me. I allow myself to relish the warmth of his body, the heat emanating from his dark eyes on me. The tingles dancing along my flesh, knowing we’re about to be together again. This moment is heady.

Lowering myself, I line our bodies up, his length rubbing against mine, as I dive in and capture his lips again. Grady’s hips undulate into mine, the friction and the pleasure shooting through my body insane. I’m torn between wanting to devour him whole and wanting to take our time and draw it out. I want to spend all night rolling around with him. Getting sweaty and out of breath. Tasting, touching, teasing each other. Doing things I haven’t done yet, but have been dying to. I want to walk out of here tomorrow, knowing that there wasn’t a single inch of Grady’s body left untouched by me.

Our kiss turns needy, his hands sliding down my back until he grips my ass firmly in his palms. Fingers digging into the flesh, the sting goes to my head and turning me on even more. I tear my lips away from his, kissing along the sharp edge of his jaw, down to his throat. He groans, deep and throaty, as my lips pepper his neck, working my way down to his chest. His nipple is pulled taut and hard as I flick my tongue against the dusky rose bud before I close my lips around it, nipping and tugging, loving the way Grady is writhing beneath me.

“Fuck, Boone,” he pants breathlessly, writhing under me.

His hips are still rocking up, his erection dragging along my chest as I work my way down his body, tongue dipping into the curve of his navel before traveling even lower. I nuzzle my nose into his dark, neatly trimmed hair, inhaling his scent, getting high off his aroma. My head spins and my cock twitches. He smells so damn good, like his sweat and natural musk was designed to scratch an itch inside my brain I didn’t even know existed. I can’t get enough; I feel feral for him.

“Boone, please,” he begs, fingers weaving through the hair atop my head as he tries to move my mouth over to his hard, dripping length. “I need your mouth on me, please.”

Smiling against his groin, I peer up at him as I flick the tip of my tongue along the underside of his dick. He sucks in a breath, teeth biting down on his bottom lip, and he lets out a long groan. Grady thrusts up as soon as my lips close around his tip, and the flavor of his arousal erupts on my taste buds. Both hands are now holding my head as he fucks my mouth from below, unabashedly taking what he wants. What he needs. He eases more of himself into my mouth until I gag…more than once—I’m still not very good at this, but I want to be—before his thrusts turn shallower.

His legs tremble and his moans are broken, my own cock throbbing where it’s trapped between my body and the bed. I’m dying to sink into him. To feel his tight, warm channel suck me in. Grip me. Spit dribbles from my mouth as he uses me. It’s probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever done, and it’s also the hottest. Knowing he’s taking without worry. Knowing that he’s so gone for me that he can’t even hold himself back. It’s erotic as hell.

Just when I start to feel him swell, he tries to pull out of my mouth. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” he gasps.

Releasing him for a moment, I stroke his length with a tight fist as I say, “I want you to come in my mouth.” It’s something I’ve wanted to try but have been too nervous to. “I want to taste you as you drip down the back of my throat, and then I want to fuck you while you get hard for me all over again and come with my cock so far in your hole that you’ll be able to feel me long after I’m done.”

Grady’s eyes flare with heat as his lips part. “Holy fucking shit, Boone,” he mutters. “That has got to be the single hottest thing anybody has ever said to me.”

Pride swelling in my chest and a smirk fixed on my face, I dip down, taking his swollen, leaky dick in my mouth again, doubling down on my efforts. This is a learning curve. I’m mostly going off of things I know I would like if it were me, but based on the deep, throaty moans coming out of him, it’s easy to assume I’m on the right track.

Head bobbing up and down, over and over, my tongue swirls around the underside of his length, tracing the thick vein, before sinking back down. My jaw aches the longer I go, the deeper I take him, but it’s a pain I welcome. Reaching down, I grip myself at the base, squeezing almost too hard, trying to stave off my own release. Sucking Grady, getting him this close to the edge, is turning me on so much, I’m worried I’ll come too soon.

His moans get louder, his hips undulating faster, and I know he’s close. Hand on my shoulder, his nails bite into the flesh as he cries out, his cock twitching in my mouth once… twice… three times before thick, hot liquid floods my mouth. It’s salty and slightly sweet, and I swallow it down with fervor. Every last drop, I drink him down as he groans and writhes through his release.

“My duffle,” he pants before I even have a chance to pull off of him. “Side pocket is a bottle of lube. Grab it…” He’s utterly breathless, and when I sit up and meet his gaze, his eyes are glossy and hooded, cheeks flushed pink. “I need you inside me now.”

I fucking love seeing him like this. Unabashedly gone for me.

Grabbing the lube, I climb back on the bed and get to work, prepping him as quickly as I can, loving the fact that he’s finally letting me do this to him instead of him doing it to himself. We’re both so keyed up, the energy in here explosive. Once I’m sure he’s stretched enough, I coat my length, giving myself a quick stroke for good measure before flipping Grady over and lining myself up. Slowly, I ease my way in, inch by inch. By the time I get all the way inside, it feels like my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. The pressure, the heat, the velvety soft feel of his ass around my cock is enough to make me come on the spot. He feels so good, and it’s been too damn long since we’ve been connected like this. It’s only been a month, but it feels like an eternity.

When Grady and I are together like this, the outside world vanishes. It fades away, leaving only the two of us and the way our bodies make each other feel. When I’m with him, I’m on top of the world. Nothing can get to me. It’s right. It’s everything.

Grady’s back muscles bunch, sweat lines his skin, and as I pull all the way out and sink back in, he lets his head hang between his shoulders, moaning long and low. My hand glides along his spine until I reach his head, fingers thrusting into his thick strands. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I yank him until his back is flush with my chest. Grady wraps his arm around my head, holding onto the back of my neck as I increase my speed, drilling into him hard and fast.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growl in his ear. “I can’t get enough of you. So tight. So good.”

“Me too,” he gasps. “Ah, me too. You, fuck… You feel so good. Don’t stop!”

“Hear that?” I ask, teeth gritted. “Hear the way our bodies sound coming together? Feel the way I make you feel?”

He nods, gasping for air. I reach down the front of him, pleased to find him growing hard already. A shiver rolls through him as I roll his firm, supple balls in my hand before stroking him in time with my thrusts. Turning his head to the side, his lips crash into mine. It’s messy and a little awkward with the angle, but we kiss each other like we’re starving.

Grady groans as my tongue swipes along his. “Fuck, I can taste myself on you,” he breathes against my mouth, diving in again. “So good.”

Sweat drips down my back, his body slick against mine, the room filled with broken gasps, moans, and our shared heavy breathing. I want this moment to last forever. I never want to forget how he feels in my arms. Never want to let him go. Something primal and possessive takes over me.

“You’re mine, Grady. You hear me?” My hips slap against his ass, my voice low and raspy, foreign to my own ears. “This ass is mine, that cock is mine, your pretty little mouth is mine. We’re fucking done denying this. We’re finished ignoring it. You’re. Mine.”

“Oh, God…” His cock, now fully hard again, throbs in my grip

“Say it,” I growl. “Let me hear it.”

Grady’s head rests on my shoulder, his breaths coming out in harsh, quick pants. “I’m yours,” he cries out. “But you’re fucking mine too!”

Grinning against his cheek, an overwhelming sense of pride washes over me. “You’re damn right I am, baby.”

“I’m close,” he gasps. “Boone, I’m so close. I’m gonna come again!”

“Me too.” Heat pools low in my spine, tingles spreading underneath the surface of my skin. My blood is on fire, and I can’t even think straight. I wrap an arm around the front of his throat, my other leaving his cock and coming to grip his hip in a bruising hold. “Stroke yourself. Let me feel this ass choke me as you come.”

Grady doesn’t need to be told twice. In no time at all, he’s spilling onto the bed, crying out through his release as his ass squeezes the hell out of my cock. My muscles tighten, my head light and fuzzy, and then I’m emptying my release deep inside of him, stars dancing behind my closed eyelids as I bite out a string of incoherent words.

We’re both panting and out of breath by the time I pull out of him, the room entirely too hot. Grady quickly grabs a tissue, cleaning up the bed as best as he can before tossing it into the trash. He takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower. We step under the stream, letting the water cascade down our bodies as we hold each other. This moment feels deeper than even the sex. It feels more intimate.

Grady takes his time washing my body before we switch and I clean him. It’s tender and sweet, and it’s making my throat ache. I want to be able to do this with him all the time. I don’t want this to be a one-night lapse in control. I don’t know how, but I need to figure out a way to make this work. It feels too good to let it go.

He feels too good. We feel too good.Too right.