Memory Five
MEMORY FIVE
MARIE
“Be a good girl and keep the noise down.”
I nearly came just hearing those words. Second child. Eldest daughter. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like the praise. Hearing it from Grant’s mouth while he was on his knees in front of me, his breath heating just the right spot was another high I didn’t know existed until now.
He looked dishevelled, his hair mussed and out of place, his shirt undone, belt hanging off, but that wasn’t what was the focus of my attention. That was on what Grant’s tongue was doing between my legs.
It took skill. I’d learned this years ago. Not all men were created equal in the tongue department. One ex-lover made me question whether he’d encouraged his dog to participate, so enthusiastic was the licking. I’d wondered if another had been deprived of lollipops and popsicles as a child as he’d seemed to think that making his tongue as thin as possible and being as soft as possible was the right way to go.
Grant had it down to a fine art and it’d been a long time. In my defence, I’d lost track of the number of months since I’d had an orgasm at the hand – or mouth – of anyone else.
I toyed with my nipple, pinching at it. Grant must’ve had an eye on what I was doing as he gave a groan that vibrated right through my centre and tipped me over that delicious edge into a long-awaited orgasm. My body clenched at the same time lights flickered back on and a motor sounded. The lift jerked, my orgasm subsided and we were back in motion.
Grant stood up, wiping his mouth on his shirt sleeve, which shouldn’t have been hot but it was. He had hold of my panties, which he tucked into his pocket, grinning at me.
“You won’t need these until morning.”
My vagina clenched again. I quickly did up my bra, laughing at Grant’s expression. “You’ll see them again in a minute.”
“Good. I haven’t spent enough time with them yet.” His eyes stayed on them, unashamedly appreciating them.
“I like having them played with.” May as well be honest.
His grin was dirty and hot enough to incinerate my underwear in his pocket. “I’m going to be thinking of that every time I look at you tomorrow.”
“I’ll wear something extra low cut just for you.”
The elevator stopped at the top floor. “Penthouse?” I frowned at him. “That’s posh.”
He nodded. “Why not?”
I followed him out of the elevator which stopped pretty much outside his door. “Have you brought your kids to New York?”
“No. My wife, Rachael, wasn’t keen on flying. Since she died I haven’t taken them anywhere.” He opened the door and let me through first. “I will bring them though. When Callum’s a bit older.”
“They’d love it. I loved coming here as a kid. It’s still one of my favourite places.” I looked around the suite. The views were phenomenal obviously, the space recently decorated. I kicked my shoes off, feeling that relief exclusive to when you had bare feet after a day and an evening in heels, and sighed.
“I kind of want your sighs to be about something else.”
I looked at the speaker, his eyes shining dangerously. “What might that something else be?”
“My cock filling you up as you come around it. Your tits in my hands while I suck on them. That would be part of the something.”
I wasn’t sure I could get any wetter. The inside of my thighs were already dripping after he’d gone down on me in the elevator. “What’s the other part?”
“All the different positions I can get you in when I fuck you.”
I think you could describe what I did as a pounce. Maybe an attack. My legs ended up around his waist, my hands tearing at his shirt while he gripped hold of my ass and walked us into the bedroom.
My back hit the mattress, then clothes were lost, his and mine. I didn’t care, I could worry about the walk of shame in a few hours, although this wasn’t going to be a walk of shame.
Judging by what I was palming right now I was going to do whatever walk it was in the style of John Wayne. Grant Callaghan was packing a secret weapon, one I was going to become intimately acquainted with.
“Birth control?” He released my nipple from his mouth and shot the words at me. “I don’t have condoms.”
“I’m on the Pill. I have condoms in my purse if you need them too.” Although I wasn’t sure they were extra-large and they would be needed. My hips shifted of their own accord. “I’d appreciate it if you could – ah.”
Clearly condoms weren’t needed. Grant eased into me in one swift movement, pausing to let my body adjust. Pain pinched pleasurably and my orgasm started to ripple, unexpected but not unwelcome.
“Shit, are you coming?” He sounded extraordinarily pleased with himself.
I dug my nails in his back, swept away by a mini-orgasm. He’d started to move which was making it all the better. “Yes. It’s been awhile and you have a really good dick.” The words were stuttered and came from an orgasm induced stupor. I would’ve probably told him anything right now.
“One of the nicest things I’ve ever been told. Your pussy’s pretty good too. Fuck, Marie – tell me this isn’t going to be a one-off.” He was picking his pace up now, deep, hard movements that were turning me inside out in the best possible way.
“There’s no limit - ”
“Thank fuck for that.” He pulled my leg over his hips, getting in deeper, my body wrecked with shivers throughout it, my tits bouncing which I knew he was enjoying.
I felt exposed in the best possible way, freer than I had for a long time. I liked sex, only when it was on my terms, and I appreciated a lover who knew what he was doing with the tools he’d been given.
In this case, Grant was a master of art.
I came again before he did, seconds later filled with Grant’s orgasm, his groan filling up the room. I hoped to god no one heard through the walls, but it was a passing thought because I didn’t really care.
We slowed, our breathing heavy, chests heaving. When we looked at each other there was a shared expression.
What the very fuck?
“Do we need to talk about this?” he asked, when he had the breath to do so.
“No. I think we need to recover and do it again. At least twice more. That might’ve been a fluke.”
He pulled out of me, wincing. I felt wetness gush out and reached over for the tissues.
“I don’t think it was a fluke. Just tell me you take your pill every day.” He rolled onto his side, pulling me against him. “I’m not ready for kid number five.”
“I take it every day at seven am, so as long as you haven’t got super sperm, we’re good.”
A kiss was pressed to my shoulder, his hands cupping my breasts. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like that.”
“Me neither. I’ve never come as soon as someone’s got inside me.”
There was a grumble from him. “I don’t want to think about anyone else being inside you.”
I turned around in his arms so I could see him, pulling the covers over us. I needed to use the bathroom but it could wait a couple of minutes more. “Then don’t, but I’m glad I didn’t lose my virginity to you. That would’ve hurt.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“Feel free.”
“Who did you lose your virginity to?” His hand was on my side, positioned so his fingers were grazing the side of my boob. He was definitely a boob-man. I had no issue with that.
“Brian McClure when I was sixteen. On that beach on the coast of Ireland. He was a local boy I’d crushed on from when I was about fourteen and that summer we had a romance. I think he had a romance with a few other girls as well, but I wasn’t bothered about that.”
He managed to grin. “That’s kind of sweet.”
“What about you? Who was your first?”
“Rachael.”
“Your wife?” I traced the cut of his muscles on his chest.
“You’re the third person I’ve slept with. I had a one-night stand six months after she died. I never cheated on her.”
I changed my touch so it was softer, gentler. “I would never have you down as a cheater.”
“I was too busy with work to manage a relationship with one woman, let alone another. I wasn’t a good husband.” He looked remorseful. “And right now isn’t the time to talk about how I wasn’t a good husband. You’re not my therapist.”
“I’m not. I’d be a crap therapist. They’re meant to let you work out your own solutions. There’s no way I couldn’t interfere.” I slid my hand over his hip onto his back, pulling myself closer. This didn’t feel like the one-night stand that it was meant to be.
He settled into the pillow, looking relaxed, which he should be after what we’d just done. I’d have to think of ways to unrelax him shortly. Or relax him more – I wasn’t sure what the best way to phrase get him horny again would be.
Re-hornerise?
“What are you thinking?” He looked worried.
“How to get you in the mood again.” I lacked a filter sometimes. I considered it a positive.
He smirked, eyes alight again. “Just show me your tits. That’s all it’ll take.”
“Watch this then.” I slipped out of bed and walked backwards towards the bathroom, making sure he got a good view. “And I’ll be right back.”
I woke when the phone rang at five-thirty, a requested wake-up call because I couldn’t attend today’s meetings wearing last night’s clothes, smelling of sex and the opposition’s aftershave. That wouldn’t go down well, although I did grin at the thought.
Sleep hadn’t been plentiful. It’d been more like naps with interludes of orgasm inducing activities, involving a variety of positions and skill levels and a lot of laughter. As serious as Grant had been at work over the last couple of days, he wasn’t serious in the bedroom.
“Who’s in the room next to you?” The niggle I had about his dad potentially hearing his son in the throws of passion was still there.
“I think it’s a laundry cupboard. But then it’s my dad’s suite.” He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. “Are you worried about how loud you screamed my name at three o’clock this morning.”
“You checked the time?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had sex at that time before.” His hands combed through my hair. “You look like you’ve been dragged through a bush backwards.”
“That’s sex hair and it’s your fault. I’ll wash it before work. Thank god we’ve got a later start.”
“Leave it like this. I like it.”
“That’s male pride for you. And I won’t leave it like this.” I pressed a kiss to his chest. “You can be content with the knowledge that you’ll be making my knickers wet all day.”
His laugh was choked. “Marie! That’s too much - ”
“Nope. You put it there. You can know about it.”
His cock stirred underneath me.
“For feck’s sake. Really?”
This time his laugh was quieter. “It’s a turn on. What are you doing after work?”
“Washing my underwear.”
Another laugh. I wondered when the last time was that he’d laughed as much.
“Seriously. How about we go for a meal? I promise no shop talk.”
I didn’t answer him at first, enjoying how his hand was moving on my back, his big palm making circles over my skin, soothing and relaxing and with a hint of it turning into something else. There was some time for that, and as the usual awkwardness of a one-night stand wasn’t there, it could be a good way to start the day.
But a meal meant it wasn’t one night. It would be two, which would probably become three, although he wasn’t here permanently. He’d fly back to London to sort his life out and would meet someone else. By the time I next went to London to our office there, he’d likely have met someone else, be engaged to her and settling down again.
Was a two-week stand any different to one night if you knew there was a definite end date? Not with sex like that.
“We could do a meal. Want me to book somewhere?” I’d made my mind up. This could continue.
“Somewhere small. Not flashy.” His hand lowered to my ass. I could see where this was going.
I shifted so I was straddling him, lifting my body up so he had a full view of two of his new favourite things.
Grant didn’t disappoint, his hands going straight to my breasts, cupping them, gently pushing them together. A familiar pulse started between my legs.
“Somewhere inexpensive?”
His smile was like that of a kid in a sweet shop, his eyes on my tits. “It can cost as much as you want, just make it somewhere I don’t have to punch a load of men for looking at you.”
“Oh.” I think I liked this possessive streak. “I see.”
He pulled me down closer, lifting his head so he could put his mouth where his fingers had been playing, sucking at my nipple and causing little shimmers of electricity to run through my body, before he switched to the other.
I reached behind me, taking hold of his cock which was unsurprisingly awake and ready.
“One for the road?” I lifted my hips, impaling myself on his cock with practiced ease.
Grant groaned, his hands now on my hips, having a say in the speed, which wasn’t going to be quick. “As many as you want for the road. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you today.”
“I’ll make sure to wear something really low cut.”
“Tease.”
“You can think about what’s underneath.” I sped up, sensing that this wasn’t going to take long. “I’ll think about what’s in your pants.”
That was enough for him to flip us over, taking back control which I’d found he liked having.
“Think about what I’ll do to you later.” His pace picked up, my body starting to quiver. “Think about how I’ll make you come. If I let you come.”
I moaned, probably his name, I wasn’t sure because I was beyond cognizant right now as another orgasm wrecked my body. He pushed my legs up higher, the position dirty and hot, his cock hard and hitting all the right places.
“God, I love fucking you.” His back straightened, his jaw set. “You’re so tight and wet.”
“Wet because of you.” The words just about fell out.
“Which is just how I like it.” He came with a low moan, filling me up again, leaving my body boneless. “Fuck, I think I’m addicted.” He let my legs down slowly, still hard inside me. Leaning over, he caught my lips in a kiss that was slow and deep and intoxicating.
“I think I could spend a whole day having sex with you.” Those were the best words I could come up with, but they were true.
“It can be arranged. We have the weekend.”
I kissed his shoulder, his neck, finding my way back to his lips. “Won’t your dad want to spend time with you.”
“Please don’t mention my dad while my dick is still inside you.”
I laughed. There wasn’t much more I could do.
I’d still had time to get home, shower and do something to my hair so it resembled a professional’s as opposed to a bird’s nest, and still get to the offices in good time. Looking after my younger siblings had meant I’d had to learn to speed up to get myself and everyone else to various places on time, so hair-wrangling had become a fast art.
I entered an empty lift, somewhat disappointed when the doors didn’t open again to reveal Grant.
The building was busy, the big court case that was starting today having an effect on the atmosphere with more people around and more people working at a quicker pace as extra copies of documents were made, copies of file bundles were checked and last minute strategy was discussed. I loved the first day of a big court case, but I itched for it to be family law instead. I needed to have this discussion with my father about what I wanted to do going forward.
Today was not the day for that though. Pushing the events of last night and this morning to the back of my mind, I got myself ready for Colin and Polly to arrive, which they did, ten minutes early as normal, and then I became the professional version of me rather than the wanton sex kitten I’d morphed into last night.
It was almost eleven the next time I saw Grant, dressed in another suit that was obviously tailored to his exact measurements, measurements I knew very well myself by now.
“My clients have a sticking point with what was suggested yesterday.” He said the words quietly to me while we were both making hot drinks. “We could do with talking it through before your people get too heated up.”
“Want to head in there?” I nodded over to a small meeting room without windows that wasn’t being used because no one ever used it unless they were desperate.
“That’ll do.”
He followed me in, closing the door behind him.
“Is this your way of getting me on my own?” A tingle told me I wished it was.
His eyes twinkled, but his expression was stoic. “I actually need to go through this with you. As professionals.”
For a second, my stomach dropped, fear that he’d dismissed what’d happened between us sharp and nasty.
“Move back to the wall.” His words were low and quiet. He turned the lock on the door.
I backed against the wall, nervous, not quite sure what was happening here. “I’m sorry for the joke - ”
He strode over to me, a look of determination on his face. “Did you miss me in the lift this morning?” His hands went to my waist, his body shielding me if anyone looked through the window in the door, there for fire purposes only.
“Did you avoid me on purpose?”
“Yes.”
“Do you regret what happened?” I really didn’t want him to, which wasn’t me – I didn’t get emotionally involved.
Maybe it was just an addiction to his dick.
“Do you really think that?” he said it softly. “Really?”
“No. But you’ve avoided me.”
“If I hadn’t, I’d have wanted to do this.” He stole a kiss, then another, the second longer than the first. “And if I’d seen you in the lift, you wouldn’t have left it looking professional.”
The next kiss was the sort to make your knees weak and your chest explode. We wouldn’t talk about what it would do to underwear but it did take away any breath I had left.
“I get it.”
He nodded, stepping away from me. “Good. Now we really need to discuss these points.”
“That’s fine.” I pulled myself together. “The points.” Sort of pulled myself together.
“Are you okay, Marie?” He sat down, looking at me almost sternly.
I took a seat opposite. “Perfectly fine.”
His smirk was nothing but the devil himself. “Let’s crack on then.”