22. Grace #2
You would have thought we didn’t just see each other two days ago. But it was never enough.
“Hello, handsome.” I sighed, suddenly a little nervous. “I have another surprise for you.”
Butterflies danced in my belly. The art of seduction was not one I had perfected. But for Caleb, I would learn. I would do anything for him.
I leaned up to kiss him. Lifting my hands up around his shoulders, I threaded my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. As I slowly deepened the kiss, I arched my body to his, closing the distance between us, until we were chest to chest.
He groaned as I pressed myself up against his crotch, my warm and wet against his hard. “Baby.”
Caleb’s hands raked over my body. The tips of his fingers trailed down my back, caressing and kneading as they went lower and lower until he met my ass. I aided him in figuring out his surprise by taking his hand in my own and slipping it under the trench coat.
The corset and garter belt were a jet-black lace, but the thong I’d selected was black silk. When Caleb felt around and was met with more skin than fabric, he broke our kiss and pulled back to look at me with wide eyes. Eyes that were dancing in anticipation.
Finally, we were on the same page.
I moved my mouth to his cheek, skimming kisses through his scruff. “I want you,” I whispered, slightly pouting. I jerked my chin to the pool table. “There.”
His face became pensive. He was warring with himself, I could tell. “Did you lock the door?”
I nodded and looked up at him through my lashes. I thought he was going to shut me down so I turned my body to move away from him.
That was all it took.
Caleb fastened his arms around my back, holding me to him as he lifted me.
Automatically, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he strode over to where I had pointed.
Before I knew it, he set me down and my ass met the hard surface of the pool table.
I leaned back until the tops of my thighs touched the felt, propping myself up on my elbows so I could stare at him.
He kissed me hard, cupping my face with his hands, his tongue peeking out to tangle with my own.
I lost myself in the kiss, letting out little sighs and whimpers as he nipped at my bottom lip, showing me without words that he wanted me just as much.
All the while, his hands roamed more liberally than they had during the other times we’d been together.
Caleb cupped my breast through the fabric of my coat, giving it a light squeeze, and finding that not to be sufficient, he made his way to the buttons on the trench.
“I want you too,” he confirmed, his eyes darkening as his fingers maneuvered the fabric of the coat, tugging roughly on where the buttons fastened.
Ping . One button went flying somewhere in the bar as he grew frustrated trying to ease them out slowly and tugged too hard.
Not having the patience for this and missing his lips on mine, I tightened my legs around him, drawing him in closer, but even with that shift, there was still too much space between us.
“You have no idea what’s under this coat,” I teased, running my fingernails up his back, taking his shirt with me.
Once he was shrugged out of his tee, Caleb practically growled. “Tell me.”
I laughed, but the laughter ended quickly once his mouth latched onto my neck. He sucked and nipped at the skin there, his tongue lapping to soothe the bites. I shamelessly moaned and wriggled beneath him. “Find out,” I taunted him as I gasped for air.
He lifted his head from my neck, staring at me with determination in his eyes. His hair was in complete disarray, and my lipstick was smudged on his face. I smirked—liking how I marked him. I wanted him to be mine to keep. But then he would be mine to lose.
As though he sensed me thinking too much, Caleb gripped both sides of the material and tore the coat open.
The buttons flew everywhere as he pushed it down my shoulders and off my body until it pooled behind me.
The coat was destroyed, but I couldn’t even focus on it because of the expression that overtook Caleb’s face.
He looked like he had won the lottery. Well, that and as though he wanted to devour me.
Fuck, what a thought. My thighs shimmied in anticipation as I sought some sort of friction to ease the ache there.
Caleb ran his palms over the outside of my legs, rubbing up and down, causing goose bumps to appear in their wake.
He traced along the straps of the garter belt, snapping them and leaving a sting on my thighs.
His hands circled my waist, dancing along the strip of skin in between the corset and the garter.
He cupped me more fully now that the trench was out of the way, tweaking my nipple through the lace.
He couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch the most, so he was touching it all, exploring and appreciating what I was offering him.
His hands were quick and needy as they worked up and down my body.
Caleb’s palm wrapped around the back of my neck, tilting my head back so he could capture my lips once more. “Fuck, Grace.” He chuckled, darkly, grinding his hips into my own.
Yes, please.
He placed a kiss on my collarbone before his lips made their way to the tops of my breasts that were barely covered with lacy black fabric.
As he peppered my skin in kisses, he slipped his hand between us to trail along my dampened thong.
Caleb moved the material slightly so that we were skin to skin.
He slipped a finger inside, thrusting it shallowly before he withdrew it.
He traced along my folds but never came in contact with where I wanted him the most.
“Caleb,” I moaned, a little too needily.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” he purred, and he dipped back inside, his finger curving while he placed one on my clit. His thumb continued to move around my lips, as his kisses became hard, rough, and needy, his impatience starting to match my own.
I bucked into his touch as he added another finger, speeding his movements as he pleasured me.
He pushed the cup of the corset down, exposing my breast before swirling his tongue around my nipple. “Holy shit,” I cried.
“That’s it, Grace. Come for me, only me,” he commanded before he went back to suck and bite on the pebbled flesh.
My head tilted back at the sensation, overcome by how good it all felt, and I was a goner. My thighs started to tremble as my orgasm rocked me, my breath coming in short pants, my toes curling, and my hands gripping on to Caleb’s biceps as I climbed higher and higher.
Caleb didn’t stop his ministrations, continuing to play my body like an instrument.
He kept circling my clit until it became too much and I gently pushed him away.
He placed a tender kiss on my forehead and then my mouth, stroking along my chin as he looked at me reverently.
Slowly, he pulled my soaked underwear down and tossed it somewhere on the floor.
His hands circled the material of the corset.
I was tangled in the scrap of fabric—half covered and half exposed—so he helped me out of it.
As I came down from my high, my breathing steadying, I reached for his pants and started unbuckling them.
“Condom?” I asked.
He nodded and pulled a condom out of his wallet.
Once he was sheathed, I grabbed him by the neck and started kissing him with renewed fervor.
I thrust my hips upwards into his erection.
My eyes trailed up and down his body, ogling him, appreciating the way the muscles in his stomach tightened as he restrained himself from burying his cock inside of me.
I wasn’t afraid to admit it—I wanted him, more than I’d wanted anybody else.
Everything in the world seemed heavy, but once the two of us were alone, it seemed so simple. So right.
His hands moved sensually around my back, caressing me. I shivered involuntarily from the sensations. Caleb’s movements continued lower and lower, giving my ass a squeeze, until his hands came around and rested on my thighs, gently spreading my legs to give him more room.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice all husky from arousal.
I nodded. “Very sure.” I tightened my legs around his waist. My Louboutins were still on, and there was no sense taking them off now.
Caleb’s eyes were dark and feral. He nodded and leaned in to kiss me. I arched my head to deepen the kiss, threading my fingers into his hair, and I felt the tip of his dick teasing me where I wanted him most before he began to slip inside.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He hissed as he continued to push into me slowly as though not to hurt me.
Once completely inside me, he moaned and looked down at where we were joined. My eyes followed his, and I let out a breath.
“You’re so tight, Grace,” Caleb rushed out. He stood still for a moment and then tentatively thrust forward.
We both cried out, “Fuck.”
“So tight. So wet. So mine.” His hand ghosted down my body, clutching my hip. Caleb used it as leverage to get deeper and deeper, quickening his movements as he plowed into me.
I pulled my hand away from his hair since I was practically ripping it from his head and moved it down to his back. I bucked into his thrusts, meeting him halfway. His groans matched my moans. The sounds coming from the room were sensual, desperate, erotic, and ravenous.
All I needed at the moment was him. Closer. Faster.
I forgot any and all of my worries and troubles.
All that existed was us.
Caleb moved me so I was lying fully back on the pool table, then drove into me, deep and unrelenting. His thumb moved down to my lower lips and rubbed until I was crying out as my second orgasm took form. “Oh God.”
“God’s not here, Grace,” Caleb joked, continuing to take me deeper.
“Caleb,” I cried out as I came for the second time.
He pulled me up to him once more, giving me zero time to recover from my orgasm. His lips crashed into mine. He gripped my thigh tighter and then pulled away from the kiss. I panted as his damp forehead leaned against my own.
“You feel incredible,” Caleb growled, nipping at my bottom lip.
His hands helped guide my hips as he chased his own release.
My movements started to falter as another wave of pleasure came close.
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of our lovemaking.
My fingernails dug into his back, marking him yet again.
My walls tightened around him, and I felt him start to come.
With one final thrust, he collapsed, burying his face into my neck.
“Grace,” was all he said, but the way he said it spoke volumes.
Somewhere after postcoital talk and cleaning up, I asked Caleb to make sure he deleted the security footage. Last thing I needed was a sex tape.
But there was another mishap. In my haste and horniness, I forgot to bring a top and a change of shoes. Thankfully Caleb had extra staff T-shirts in the supply closet, so he gifted me with one.
So here I was working in the jeans I thankfully packed, a black tee with Bar emblazoned across the back, and fancy heels. I screamed hot mess.
My phone rang, and once I saw who was calling, I excused myself. As I was hit with the crisp November air, I spoke “hello” into the receiver, bracing myself.
“Grace, what the hell is going on with you? Are you still with that guy? Are you out of your mind? What is the matter with you?” She bombarded me with questions, not even bothering to reciprocate my hello.
“A lot is the matter, Mother,” I yelled into the phone. “A lot is the matter with me. With you.” I rubbed my arms to keep warm.
“What?” Jacqueline started but I had to say my piece.
“I’m so sick of pretending to be your Grace,” I spat and then took a deep breath, leaning against the doorway of the bar. “But you don’t want to hear about any of it, do you? You’re okay with going on with life as though nothing has happened. But shit did happen, Mom.”
“Grace, is your sister’s disapproval of me always going to trump everything I’ve ever done for you?” Jacqueline huffed in the receiver. “I’m the one who helped you get to the top and for what?” She paused. “For you to?—”
“I know I messed up in your eyes, Mom. But I’m happy here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”
“Work? Grace, you’re working?”
I hung up and tried to catch my breath before heading back into Bar.
I hated fighting with my mother. I wanted to live my life and have her accept me.
She didn’t have to approve, but we were all we had left.
My dad wasn’t present, and come January it would be a year that Julia’s been gone.
Sure, I was starting a new life in Grand Haven with Caleb.
But I longed for us to have a mother-daughter relationship, and I wasn’t sure if that was possible. She was still so mad at me.
Once I got back into Bar, I was greeted with the distraction I truly needed but surely didn’t want.
“Why is the pool table out of commission?” Dirty Al complained, clutching his glass.
Caleb and I exchanged guilty looks from across the bar.
The pool table needed to be professionally cleaned after our antics on top of it. So Caleb decided to throw a sheet over it for the night and deal with the aftermath in the morning.
As he mixed a customer’s tequila sunrise, Caleb somehow came up with a response. “Uh, one of the legs was a bit wobbly so I need Paul to come check it out.”
“If that’s what they call it.” I snickered to myself as I cashed out a tab on the register.
Caleb made his way over to me and playfully pinched my side.
“Why don’t I give it a look? I had one at my old place. Might be an easy fix.”
“Nah, it’s all right,” Caleb stammered.
I spun to face Dirty Al and Caleb, and I gasped in shock and embarrassment when I took in the scene before me.
Caleb’s response had come too late, and Dirty Al was already next to the pool table.
He ducked down to check it out.
He picked something up off the ground and held it up for me and the entire bar to see.
One of my buttons.
Shoot! I thought we collected all of those.
“Hmm, maybe this shiny button might have been the source of your leveling problem. Now what would a pretty thing like this be doing in a place like this?” he pondered, his eyes meeting mine.
I couldn’t help the blush that plagued my face, so I looked away.
I really thought all our bases were covered.
“Grace’s jacket snagged on the counter while she was cleaning up. She couldn’t find it anywhere,” Caleb lied smoothly, coming to my rescue.
Dirty Al was less than convinced, but thankfully dropped the subject.
I couldn’t look at him for a week after that night.