Chapter 18
G race’s pretty blue eyes flutter as she digests my words. I don’t know what I’m doing. Why I’m agreeing to this other than I wasn’t lying when I told her I want her more than my next breath and I can’t say no. But the problem is, I don’t want her just for tonight even if that’s all she’s after.
I told myself I didn’t want to be a fling to her and yet here I am, ready to be just that if it means I can have her. Even just this once. Because having Grace once is better than never having her at all.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
I know full well I might never get this chance again. Tomorrow she could wake up and create a world of distance and space between us. Laugh it off as a drunken birthday thing.
That’s likely what will happen, given all the constraints we face.
It’ll suck and I’ll have to deal with the weight of my disappointment, but it would be nothing compared to the disappointment and regret I’d feel by saying no to this.
“I want to do this with you,” she breathes the words.
In a flash, I cover her, my mouth back on hers, my hands on her hips, my chest pressing hers down.
Never in my life have I been with a woman I’ve wanted this much and if I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself by saying too much.
Reaching around, I unhook her bra, tossing it over my shoulder.
My mouth drops down as my hand swipes up, cupping her full breast, squeezing it and sucking on her nipple.
She’s so beautiful. And her skin tastes so sweet.
And she fills up my hands perfectly. Like she was made for me.
Meant for me. Grace’s fingers run through my hair, dragging her nails along my scalp as I consume her breasts, one and then the other.
I take my time with them. Savor each second, study every breathy moan she makes.
One hand slides down her stomach, looping into the thin string of her panties, dragging them down her legs and off.
And once she’s completely naked before me, I pull back and stare at her.
Every dip and curve. She’s exquisite, almost too stunning to look at, and judging by the sparkle in her eye, I said that aloud.
“Now I want to see you,” she says, sitting up and going for my briefs. Her hand squeezes my cock over the cotton, ripping a hiss from the back of my throat. “Wow. Never in all my high school fantasies did I ever imagine I’d actually get my hands on your dick.”
With my hands on the waistband of my briefs, I freeze, tilting my head and staring right into her eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“What?” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
“All the girls thought you were hot. You rocked the mysterious bad boy mystique. We couldn’t get enough.
Oliver’s oh-so-serious and sexy older brother.
Well, one of four that is, but you were a junior and senior when we were freshmen and sophomores, so we saw you more.
Not to mention heard all about how good you were in bed from the girls lucky enough to find out. ”
Did she just call me sexy? And admit to wanting me in high school? Not just wanting but having fucking fantasies? Oh, hell yes. And oh, hell no this is not only tonight. If she wanted me once, she’ll want me again. I’ll make it my life’s fucking mission.
“Tell me more about these fantasies,” I demand as I stand, removing my boxers as I go.
Her eyes widen when she sees all of me. She stares and stares hard—pun intended—for a few moments before slowly skating up my body until she meets my eyes.
“This,” she says, her voice a shaky whisper. “I pictured this. Me naked before you, you staring at me with fervor in your eyes, us about to have sex.” Her already flushed face heats further with teenage embarrassment though she doesn’t divert her gaze or cover her naked body.
My hands cup her cheeks, sliding back into her hair seconds before my lips crash down on hers once more.
I groan the second my tongue tastes her, feels the heat of her mouth.
I need her. This second. With my mouth still against hers, I press her back down into the mattress, lift her thigh until one knee is resting on my shoulder, her other bent, and then I slide inside her in one swift, hot move.
She sucks in a breath, her teeth clamping down on my bottom lip. Nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders while her back bows, her body tense as she tries to acclimate to my size.
My lungs empty at the tight feel of her, the way her body clenches mine, a vise-like grip.
I open my eye, wanting to tell her to relax. To take a breath. To ask if she’s okay only to lock on her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed, her brows creased, but her lips are soft and supple, the crest of her cheekbones so delicate.
“Grace.” I whisper her name.
And the second her eyes open and meet mine, everything inside me changes. It’s as if I’ve spent years of my life in hibernation only to be awoken in this moment. Hungry. Desperate. Alive . Never have I been more alive than I am inside her.
Roughly cupping her jaw, my thumb scrapes sharply along her bottom lip, needing her to experience this with me even when deep down, I know she’s not. She wants the fling. The hot, dirty sex of it. I do too, but it’s obvious this moment means a hell of a lot more to me than it ever will to her.
“Can I move now?” I ask as her body starts to relax around me.
She gives me a jerky nod. “Yes.”
I slide back, my eyes trained on hers as I practically slip from her body only to thrust back in, deeper, harder, all the way to the hilt. Her neck arches, her lips parting on a moan. My hand clasps her neck before I can stop it, holding on tight without squeezing as I start to pound into her.
Her tits jiggle, bouncing with the force of my thrusts, my other hand grasping her hip, compelling her body to take every inch of me.
She meets me thrust for thrust, pound for pound, our bodies working in tandem as I unleash everything I’ve worked so hard to keep buried.
Everything I’ve kept pent-up all these months.
All my wicked desires. Every ounce of want.
And that other thing. The one I refuse to give a name or a voice to. Not now. Not in this moment, it’ll ruin me completely.
“Grace,” I rasp, grunting and groaning with each push and pull.
I’ve never gone bareback in a woman before.
Never. Not once. Not even with girls I dated for a few months here or there.
Always with condoms. I was in college, and medical school, and residency.
I knew the dangers of not using protection.
I saw first-hand what happened to Landon.
That was enough to scare a dude into a lifetime of condoms.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Carter, harder. I want it harder.”
I give her neck a squeeze before releasing it, pulling completely out of her, groaning from the loss of her hot, wet pussy around me. In a flash, I clutch her hips and haul her off the bed, forcing her across the room. Her feet trip over themselves, her movements clumsy.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice startled as I slam her against the dresser on the opposite side of the room.
“Open your eyes, beautiful.”
Blue eyes snap wide, only to strike immediately on her reflection in the mirror. She gasps, her body flushing over instantly just as her gaze snags on mine.
“Hold on,” I warn her. “And don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch.”
I kick her legs apart, line up my still wet cock with her tight pussy, and ram into her. She jerks forward, having to use her hands to catch herself, but her eyes nearly roll back in her head.
“Yes,” she hisses.
“That hard enough for you, sweetheart?”
“Yes. So good. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
There is nothing fucking sexier in this world than a woman who is not only comfortable and confident in her body and what she wants but isn’t afraid to tell you.
One arm wraps around her waist, pulling her hips back, holding her there.
My other grabs her breast, squeezing it as I start to fuck her, never removing my eyes from her reflection.
It’s exactly what I pictured that day in the bathroom. Only better. So much better.
Being with her like this surpasses all of my filthiest fantasies.
We’re not even close to done and I already know this once will never be enough for me.
Sweat glistens on my forehead as I set a punishing rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin over and over, the back of the dresser banging into the wall.
It’s loud and messy and sweet. She’s so sweet.
Her sounds. Her breathy fucking moans that fill my head and swell my chest. The cries of pleasure as she gets closer and closer.
The feel of her body, against mine, in my hands, all over me.
My teeth capture the lobe of her ear before I suck into my mouth.
“After this, I’m going to eat your pussy in the shower,” I tell her, our eyes locked, her blue to my brown.
“Then I’m going to fuck you again, Grace.
You might have thought this was a one-and-done thing, sweetheart, but I plan to go all night. ”
A moan flees her lips, her body starting to tremble against mine, her legs buckling. My fingers find her clit, slick and throbbing. I rub her, never slowing my pace. My hips piston into her as pleasure and pressure build within me. Never has anything felt better. More right.
Her hands slide along the dresser, the mirror swaying dangerously with our movements. I slip out of her again, flipping her around once more and then hoisting her on top of the dresser. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.
But that’s not what I want.
Not yet at least.
With my hand on her chest, I push her back until her head and shoulders are pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, then I grab both of her legs and throw them over my shoulders.
I dive back into her pussy, licking her out, tasting how aroused and close to coming she is.
She screams, her hands ripping at my hair.
“Carter. I can’t…”
“You can,” I growl. Because she can. “Fuck, you taste good. I could eat you all night.”
We’re not doing this the gentle way. This is dirty and raw and uninhibited.
The shower is where I’ll take her gentle and slow.
It’s where I’ll feel her, stare into her eyes, and coax her pleasure from her body.
But right now, she needs to let go. She needs me to fix the wounds her previous fuckface gave her even if she doesn’t realize that’s what I’m doing.
She needs to know how sexy and desirable she is.
How much I want her.
And maybe, just fucking maybe, I can trick her into staying with me just a bit longer.
I make out with her pussy until she’s a quivering, dripping mess all over my face.
Until she shatters before my eyes, writhing, undulating against my lips, crying out her release.
Then and only then do I shift her, move her legs around my waist once more, and unleash myself inside her.
So deep I can’t tell where she ends, and I begin.
I fuck her. I fuck her so hard and so good all she can do is hold on. Is bite into my shoulder. Is dig her nails into my back.
“Fuck!” she screams it this time and that’s it.
That’s all it takes.
Her clenching around me, so quickly after her last orgasm, and I lose my mind.
My balls draw up, pleasure shooting up my spine and through every nerve ending in my body.
A rough, feral growl is ripped from the back of my throat as I lose my absolute mind in this woman.
My pace slows, my hips lagging as I come inside her, shooting my load for the first time without protection.
Breathing ragged, we’re both clinging to each other, sweaty and spent, but so goddamn sated I’ve never felt this euphoric before. This whole. This complete.
Her head falls against my chest along with a strangled, breathy laugh.
My hand trails down her hair, cupping the back of her head, my lips pressing into her crown.
“I think we broke your dresser,” she muses, humor in her voice.
“I don’t care. Your clothes are in it, not mine.”
She laughs, the sound shaky.
“I wasn’t expecting that though maybe I should have.”
“What?” I ask, cupping her jaw and pulling her back enough so I can see her face, her eyes.
“For that to be the best sex of my life.”
Warmth swarms through me like a flashflood, flowing into my chest and sticking there, drowning me in her. My hand brushes back the dampened strands of her hair. “It was for me too. No question.”
Her eyes sparkle, a hesitant smile on her lips.
I lift her up in my arms, heading into the bathroom. Her bottom hits the counter and I go about turning on the shower, making sure it’s hot and then lifting her again and walking us both in. This shower isn’t as big as mine, but it’s big enough for two.
I press her against the tiled wall and kiss her lips. My hands in her wet hair, framing her face, and I kiss her like a man possessed. Like a man obsessed. Because that’s exactly what I am. If I thought I was obsessed with this woman before, that has nothing on me now. I’m consumed.
Owned.
Our tongues meet, dancing, tangling yet soft and coaxing. Neither of us are hurried, yet we can’t deny the resurging lust mounting between us. She rolls her body against my already hardening cock and I emit a grunt.
“More?”
She smiles against my lips. “Definitely more. I was promised all night.”
“You’re inviting the beast, you know. Once you take him out of his cage, there is no going back.”
Her fingers dive into my hair, her forehead pressing into mine.
“Maybe the beast is exactly what I needed. Besides, I already know that hidden beneath your beast is the heart of a prince. You can growl at me all you want, Carter Fritz, but I’m on to you.”
I hoist her up, her legs around my waist, feet digging into my ass, and I enter her.
And this time I do take it slow. I worship her body until we’ve both exceeded exhaustion. Until our limbs are weak and our minds spent. Then and only then do I tuck her into bed, my arms around her, holding her close. She passes out almost instantly, leaving me awake to watch her.
Sated. Happy. Terrified.
Tonight was everything I’ve dreamed of for a year and in a few short hours, I’ll lose it all. Time is already running out. Even now I feel her pulling away, her body twisting out of my arms in her sleep. And worse yet, I have no idea how to stop her.