Chapter 40 #2
“Holy shit, yes,” I breathed, trying to keep my voice down. Charlie was just down the hall. The last thing either of us needed was to traumatize the poor kid with the sight of her father on his knees eating my pussy like it was the greatest thing he’d ever tasted. “So good, baby. Oh my god.”
When he slid a single finger in, curling it up just a bit to hit a spot I wasn’t even sure existed before now, I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. Between that and the way he sucked my clit into his mouth, I could feel him pulling my orgasm to the surface.
“Grady, I’m going to—”
“Soak my face, bluebird. Fucking come on my tongue.”
With a muffled cry, I let myself go. I basked in the toe-curling ecstasy that was my climax, and the way he prolonged it with languid strokes of his tongue. It was euphoric and all-consuming. I wanted nothing more than to float off into this bliss for the rest of my life.
With him, I knew I could.
When Grady pulled back, I surged forward, taking his chin between my fingers. My arousal coated his lips, glistening in the candlelight in a way that shouldn’t be sexy, but was. “Did I do good?” he asked with a knowing smirk.
“So good, baby. Such a good boy,” I said, kissing him. “But also, such a smartass.”
He groaned against my mouth. “Don’t call me that right now. I’m trying not to blow right here and now.”
I pulled back, eyebrow raised. “Does someone have a little bit of a praise kink?”
“I have a you kink,” he said earnestly. “Anything and everything that comes out of your mouth turns me on.” I looked down, staring at the swollen head of his cock. “Don’t look at me like that, either. I can’t take it—”
“I don’t want to wait,” I murmured.
Grady paused, a crease forming between his furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”
I straightened my back, sitting tall. “I mean, there are a million different reasons why we should, don’t get me wrong.
There’s a lot of shit we need to figure out, but I’m so fucking sick and tired of waiting for the things I want, Grady.
Especially when they’re right in front of me, and in this moment…
All I want is you in every way I can have you. ”
Cupping my face with his strong, callous-laced hands, Grady kissed me. It was gentle at first, the kind of kiss we shared as kids because our love was sweet and simple, but then it grew into a sort of passion I’d never known. It was consuming. It was claiming.
It was us.
“I love you,” I said between panting breaths. “I’ve always loved you.”
Grady’s hands moved down my body, gripping my waist as he hoisted me in the air. I thought he was going to take me to bed, but he didn’t. He sat down on the piano bench and leaned against the fallboard, allowing me to gain back control as I straddled him.
“Lift up for me, bluebird,” he said gently. I did as he asked, watching his cock spring free as he slipped his sweats down his thighs until nothing was separating us but space.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling his gaze from where his cock met my bare pussy. “I don’t want to rush you.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered. Reaching between us, I grabbed his cock and lined it with my entrance. Both of us stilled as I lowered my body, and the tip slipped in.
This was real. It was happening, and it felt right.
It’d been so long since I’d been with anyone, but I wasn’t sure about Grady. We’d never talked much about his sex life. Obviously, he was married. They’d been intimate at least once, given Charlie’s existence. She was gorgeous. I wouldn’t have blamed him if it were more.
As if sensing my hesitation, he said, “I’ve got condoms in the bedroom, if you would feel more comfortable, but you should know I haven’t been with anyone since the night Charlie was conceived.”
I blinked back my shock. “That’s been years—”
“Almost seven,” he confirmed. “But the point is there’s nothing you’d need to worry about.”
“Neither do you. I’ve only been with two men in my life, and after I divorced Thomas, I was tested. All good.” I kissed him. “If you’re comfortable, I want to feel you, Grady. I don’t want anything between us.”
He nodded, and I slowly slid onto his length.
Jesus Christ, the fit was tighter than I remembered.
Had it always been like this? This angle had me feeling every agonizingly perfect inch of his cock, the way it stretched and filled me.
I was struggling to contain my moans of pleasure and pain as he worked.
“Bite down on me if you need to scream, bluebird,” he panted, pulling me closer. “Let me ease that pain.”
Leaning forward, I bit down on his shoulder as he fully seated himself inside of me. I felt changed. It was the knowledge that after tonight, nothing would be the same as it was before. It was me taking back control of my life and what I wanted while he claimed me in a way that soothed my fears.
“Holy fucking shit, Cleo,” he breathed. I pulled back, admiring what I could see of the marks in his skin.
His hand slid beneath the fabric of my T-shirt, pulling it up to reveal my lacy bra and hardened nipples.
It would’ve been foolish for us to completely undress; we’d save that for when we knew we had complete and total privacy.
What we were doing already had us both feeling a little reckless.
Grady leaned forward, moving the fabric aside, and took my nipple into his mouth.
I leaned back, arms hooked around his neck in pure ecstasy as his tongue flicked across the hardened peak.
Beneath me, he began to move. Slowly at first, but each shallow surge of his hips had excited pleasure coursing through my body.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, switching to my other breast. “You feel so fucking good.”
I met his movements with jerky ones of my own, but it’d been so long since I’d done this. I was clunky and out of practice. While it still felt good, nothing felt right. I wanted him to fuck me, to claim me, and this angle wasn’t hitting it for me. “Wait, take me to the couch.”
Without pulling out, he scooped me up and deposited me gently on my back.
It was taking everything I had not to claw at his skin and beg him to destroy me because each shift and movement had him hitting a new spot that made me see stars.
How had we let each other go? How had we lived so long without one another?
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he murmured, pulling out and looking down at the space where we were still connected.
It was dark from my angle, but I could only imagine what he saw.
How, just like his lips earlier, my arousal obscenely coated his bare cock.
As he pushed back in, I squeezed myself around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the vibration going straight to my aching pussy. “Fuck, that feels so good. Holy shit.”
“Please, baby,” I pleaded. I didn’t care that we’d traded places, didn’t care that I was the one begging. Not if he gave in. “Please fuck me.”
I wasn’t sure what set him off. Maybe it was just the relief of not needing to hold back like before, or perhaps it was the way I begged.
The moment the words left my lips, Grady let himself go.
He pounded into me like a man possessed, driving me into the cushions with each thrust. It bordered on painful for a moment, stealing my breath, but then the pleasure surged.
All I could think of was wanting more, more, more.
I hated not being able to scream, to thrash and cry and beg for more. I bit down so hard on my lip I thought it might bleed. Grady kissed me, swallowing my desperate whimpers. “You feel so good,” he muttered. “You feel like mine.”
“I am, I am,” I cried, back bowing at the breath-stealing way he drove into me. “I’m all yours.”
Grady unhooked my legs from his waist and set them on his shoulders before settling into a relentlessly torturous pace. The new angle was almost too much, too deep, but I loved it. Reveled in it.
I could feel the pleasure coursing through my body as I let my hand drift between our bodies to circle my clit, winding myself higher and higher like I was a time bomb waiting to explode. “Grady, I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” he whispered harshly. “Fucking come for me, baby. Fucking give me everything you have.”
With one more thrust, Grady sent me over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs. Every muscle in my body tensed up, wringing all the pleasure in one shuddering climax, and sending Grady hurtling for his own release.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned. “Cleo, baby, oh my god. Squeezing me so good.”
He hid his face in the crook of my neck, movements faltering with his climax as he poured into me. I felt his hot breath on my neck, reveled in the way he stifled his cries on my skin. It was euphoric.
His arms gave out, and he collapsed on top of me with a chuckle, both of us sweaty messes. Normally, I’d hate the way my clothes stuck to my body and the dampness of his skin, but not now. Not after what we just did. Not when I was still craving him like I never had before.
Turning my head, I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, earning a smile as he pulled me closer. “How does it keep getting better?” he mused. His voice was so low I wondered if I was meant to hear it, but then he continued. “Every day, I ask myself that, you know.”
“And are you any closer to your answer?”
He shook his head. “No, but I look forward to spending the rest of my life trying to get there.”