Chapter Forty-Three Grant
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Grant
SUNNY’S PUSSY PULSES HARD around my cock, but in the end, it’s her expression that sends me over that edge into heart-pounding oblivion. The look of sublime pleasure on her face.
I tip my head and touch my forehead to hers. All the control in the world couldn’t keep me from muttering how good her release feels as I empty myself into the condom. And even once it’s over, the aftershocks ride me in little jerks I’ve got absolutely no power over.
After what feels like ages, oxygen flows back in, reason takes over, and I lick up the last of those sweet gasps, nudge her slightly back, and take her in.
One orgasm, fully debauched. That was the goal, not this other thing that’s taken up residence in the middle of my rib cage.
“Come here,” I force out through a throat that’s raw and tight with emotion. “You’re perfect, Sunny.” I cup her face, caress her mouth, her cheek, and let my other hand skim over those insanely hot tits. “I want you like this all the time.”
“Limp and used up?” Her half grin is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in my life. It twists something up in my belly so hard that I have to pull her toward me and whisper in the best way in her ear.
Her weight is just right. Soft and warm. I dip and let my mouth wander over her neck, her shoulder, press my face in, smile. I could stay here all night.
“We should… um.” Rae nudges me gently away. I’ve been dismissed with a shy smile. She stands, and we both gasp when my half-hard cock slips from her warmth. I put my hands on her hips and hold her steady.
“You need water.”
“Right. Yes. God, I’m thirsty.” She turns like she’s leaving, and I grip her wrist to stop her. “Wait. Hold on.” I check her shoulders, running my palms down her arms to grip her hands. “Let me do it. Okay? Let me.”
Rae nods. I stand, pull her bra up and her shirt down, and turn to settle her in my still-warm seat. “Wait here.”
When her eyes narrow like she’ll protest, I add a quiet please, which seems to appease her. After quickly zipping myself up and getting my shirt back on, buttoned and tucked, I grab her empty bottle from her desk, unlock the door, and head out for a refill.
I’m gone all of thirty seconds, but the woman is stubborn. By the time I get back, she’s up and fully dressed. Shoes and coat on. Her hair’s coming down, and the belt’s already halfway through the trench coat loops.
“You’re a brat,” I tell her, to which she replies with a grimace, holding up her phone, “I got a text. I have to go.”
“Someone needs you?”
An eye roll. “Always.”
“Who is it this time? Your sister? Your aunt’s ex’s half-stepchild-in-law?”
“Come on. It’s not like that.”
“What’s it like then, being needed all the time?”
“It’s…” She accepts the water automatically, her eyes going vague as she seems to consider her answer. When she doesn’t move for a second, I nudge the bottle to her mouth and watch her down half the contents. “It’s good to know they’re safe.”
That answer surprises me. “Safe?”
“My family. The people I love.”
“Drink more. Finish it.”
She obeys. I wipe a rogue drop and move closer, using her belt to draw her into my body. I feel… unready for it to be over. “You should stay. Let me… care for you.”
“Oh. Aftercare.” A breezy wave of her hand. “I’m good.”
Frustration rips through me, and I cinch the belt further, bringing our bodies in tight. “I’ll drive you.”
“What?” A laugh. “No. No, I’m fine.”
“You can’t drive after… that. You need time.”
“I drank my water.” She holds up the empty bottle like a kid proving she’s taken her meds, eaten her veggies, done all her homework, and now can she play?
Except with Rae, I know… I just know she needs the aftercare.
More than that, she needs a shoulder to lean on.
Someone to make sure that she’s eaten after she’s fed half the world.
It pisses me off. “Listen to me, Sunny. This is how it works. If you’re going to be my sub, you need to let me take care of you.”
“Am I?” Her brows lift high. “Going to be your sub?”
“Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’ll listen. You’ll do what I say.”
“Okay. But… the scene’s over. Right? And I’m… free to go. Unless I’ve grossly misunderstood the boundaries here. I haven’t, have I?”
Dammit. She’s right. Why am I pushing so hard? This isn’t who I am.
I step back, into the skin of a Dom who uses power exchange to get my rocks off. Nothing more.
The last thing I want is to tie myself to anything or anyone for longer than the time it takes for one of us to get off. This is a messed-up reaction to mixing business with pleasure.
“You’re right. Apologies.” I breathe deeply, relaxing my spine and my shoulders. “If we’re doing this, though, we’re doing it right. In the future, no shortcuts. Got it?”
Her eyes go slightly fuzzy, her mouth soft. “Yes. Got it.”
“This is the last time you run off without aftercare.”
“So, we’re doing this? Are you my Dom?”
Yes, my body shouts. “Text me when you’re home safe,” my mouth says. “We’ll discuss.”