Chapter 3 Grace #2
My breath hitched as I watched his silhouette get on his knees. This was all so new to me, yet it felt dangerous in a way I wasn’t familiar with. I’d always done things the right way to keep myself in line.
Breaking that was both terrifying and thrilling.
Dean went under my skirt and moved my panties down. I hoped he gave as good as he talked. If I finally stepped out of line and he was terrible at sex, then I might lose my mind.
But then he picked me up and placed me on the counter before his mouth covered my core, his tongue going right for my clit. He didn’t fumble around. He didn’t struggle. He knew right where to go.
He gave it one long lick, which I felt all the way in my toes. If he could manage to keep that up, I’d come in a few minutes, which was a record for me.
I should have known he was just getting started.
When Dean went in the second time, he painted a mural with his mouth, tongue dancing over my core in an expert way.
I let out a shocked gasp and had to brace myself on the counter to keep from falling over.
He wasn’t a playboy just because of his charm.
He also knew what he was doing.
I’d never been given oral like this. And I let him know with my moans whenever he hit my clit just right. I didn’t hold back any sound, just as he asked. I’d never built up so quickly, and if I wasn’t careful, I could get addicted to it.
I didn’t know a man could eat me out like this. If I had, I would have been looking for a one-night stand a long time ago.
“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna . . .” I trailed off, warmth taking over. My orgasm pushed out every other thought and my head rolled back as my vision whited out.
I pushed away, ready to offer to return the favor, but he pulled me back.
“No. We’re staying right here until you come as many times as you want.” His voice was rough and he sounded like a man starved.
And now I saw why women wanted him. Why they wanted him to stick around.
I wasn’t sure how he knew that I was the kind of person who could come multiple times, but no one ever had the patience to get me there. It was always one for me, if that, and one for him.
Dean returned to my pussy, and even though I was sensitive, it still felt incredible.
Ripples erupted from my core. This time, he added his fingers, finding my G-spot in a matter of seconds.
“God,” I managed to say as I put more weight on my palms. I bet he made women feel like this all the time, and I wasn’t sure if it made me feel better or worse that his talents didn’t go to waste.
I was a mess when I came again. My body shook with the heat coursing through me. I figured he would let up after that, but he kept going and the pleasure never truly left. It kept increasing until it overtook me, and I was in space for a few blissful moments.
My life had irrevocably changed. That was for sure.
When it faded, he finally looked up at me. “Want more?”
When had I gotten so out of breath? Was it the never-ending orgasm? “I think I’ll pass out if you keep going. Besides, when is it gonna be your turn?”
“I’m a patient man.”
I could see that, but I wasn’t sure I was all that patient.
“Good. It’s time to reward all that patience.” I coaxed him away and he stood. I brushed my hand over his cock. Just by the feel of it alone, I knew this was going to continue to be life-changing for me, but then I tugged his pants down and ran my hand from the base to the head, and I felt metal.
“Is that a . . . piercing?” I asked slowly. I’d heard of them, sure. But I didn’t think anyone went through with it.
And certainly not anyone I’d slept with.
“It is. Like it?”
“I’ve never been with anyone who had one.”
“This is the kind that makes it better for both of us.” Could this be any better? Was it even possible?
“Did it hurt when you got it?”
He laughed. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about how you’ll be feeling.”
I felt like a virgin again with no idea how this worked.
He pulled out a condom from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth.
He was so hot like this, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was underneath the fun-guy exterior he put out for everyone else.
There had to be more to him, things that he hid. I wanted to know his whole story.
What was I doing? Wasn’t the whole point of this that it was supposed to be just fun? I needed to turn my brain off and focus on him. Just how this felt. Nothing else.
“Are you good?”
I nodded, forcing myself back into the moment. He’d gotten the condom on and was watching me like I watched other people. “Never better.”
“If you change your mind, you can let me know at any time. I might do this a lot, but I’ll never take it further than the person is willing to go.”
“That’s sweet of you,” I said, and it was. I didn’t expect this one-time thing to include so much kindness. “But I’m ready to keep going.”
I needed it. No more thoughts. Just feelings.
And that’s exactly what I got when he bracketed me with his arms as he leaned over the counter.
Dean pressed inside of me slightly and I knew he was bigger than anyone I’d been with in the past. I regretted not turning the lights on. At least I would know what I was working with.
My body tensed, trying not to let him in. He paused.
“Ah, sorry.” My cheeks burned. “It’s been a while.”
“Shh, it’s fine.”
“Just keep going. I’ll relax eventually.”
We’d already made it this far. He may as well get what he wanted. I was sure I’d enjoy it by the end.
“We’re gonna take all the time we need.”
“But—”
“Grace, breathe for me, baby.”
“You should—”
“I’m not doing anything until you relax. I’ve got all night.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss on my cheek. “Now, take a deep breath.” I didn’t understand why he didn’t keep going, but I sucked in air anyway. “That’s right,” he said gently as his lips brushed my jaw. “You’re doing so good.”
My heart skipped a beat. Was that . . . doing something for me?
Dean was able to press in farther. The metal of his piercing brushed against my inner walls, and fuck, it felt good.
His lips found my neck as he pulled out and pressed inside of me again.
“You like to be complimented, don’t you?” I could feel his words on my skin.
“I guess I do,” I replied. “I’ve never had anyone do it before, though.”
“I’ll happily be the first.”
“There’s probably a limit to how many you can find.” I was just sitting here as he slowly made his way into me.
“I can find plenty,” he whispered. “Now shut up and let me compliment you.”
I closed my mouth as he placed another open-mouthed kiss on my neck and followed it up with light pressure from his teeth.
“God, you feel even better than I imagined.” His hands roamed from my hips to my breasts and he pressed in an inch deeper. I thought I was seeing stars. “You take my cock so well.”
I was glad the lights were off. I had a feeling my whole body was flushing.
“I-I don’t think I am, considering how slow we’re going.”
“You’re not feeling what I do. I’m barely inside of you, and this is the best I’ve ever felt.”
They were empty compliments. They had to be, but oh, how they worked. I was slowly opening up to him and he was able to advance with each word.
“Halfway, baby.”
“Only halfway?” I let out a moan. “There’s no way—”
He cut me off with another kiss. “Oh, it’ll fit. With how perfect you are? There’s no way it won’t.”
“Ah—I don’t think—”
“Breathe,” he stressed again.
I shut my eyes and took in a breath. Then one more.
“You look beautiful like this.”
“You can’t even see me.”
“I don’t need to. You’re always so fucking beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you.”
I let out a gasp as I finally, finally, felt him push fully into me. I’d never been filled like this, and I knew that once this was over, I would need a new dildo. Mine wouldn’t cut it anymore.
I was at a loss for words as he started fucking me. I could only let out broken sounds. The angle he had me at made the piercing hit me in all the right areas, and I had to screw my eyes shut as another orgasm grew.
“I’m gonna—”
“Come on my cock, baby.” Dean’s voice was rough in my ear. “Let it happen.”
Coming three times in one session had to be some record for me, but it happened anyway. I heard him mutter a curse before he thrust into me one last time. He pulsed as he filled the condom.
Holy shit. He was a gift to women everywhere.
I wished he was a gift to only me, though. The thought made the post-orgasmic glow fade. I was plummeting back down to Earth, and fast. I thought I could do this, but the thoughts of attachment were already creeping in.
We sat in silence as both of us caught our breaths. The last bit of pleasure was gone from my body as I faced the fact that I had no idea what to do next.
“T-thanks,” I said awkwardly as he pulled out of me. “That was good.”
“Hopefully better than good.”
“It was,” I said as I tried to figure out what he wanted from me. Did I smack his ass and say “good game”? Did I simply tell him to leave? “Um, should we clean up?”
“Y-yeah, definitely.”
At least he sounded as awkward as I felt.
He disposed of the condom as I struggled to figure out what to say.
There was only silence in the room as he walked over to where both of our clothes had been thrown around.
I figured he would tug his on and then make a run for it, but he went through it all and handed me mine too.
“You okay?” he asked. His voice was steady and back to normal. Whatever I’d heard earlier was a blip.
“Yeah, definitely.”
“You don’t seem okay. Was it too much? Do you need anything?”
I would be sore, but I didn’t mind that. “No, I’m good. I promise. I just don’t know what to do at this part.”
“This part?” he asked.
“When the one-night stand is over.”
“Well, this is the part where I say you were amazing and I really enjoyed that.”
“And then it’s goodbye,” I finished.
“Yeah. Then goodbye.”
“Okay,” I said as I took a breath. “Then I should say I really enjoyed that too. Thank you for the fun night.”
There was a moment where he paused before saying something else. I wished more than anything that I could see his expression. Was he confused? Worried? Did he look like he wanted to do this again?
“Thank you too. See you around, Grace.”
And then he walked out of my shop. When he was gone, I let out a sigh that turned into a groan.
I was a terrible one-night stand. It seemed that attachment was what I did best.
It was just my luck that the best sex of my life was with a guy who would never want to see me again.