Chapter 28 Heather #2
This one is even deeper than before, but more urgent. His tongue finds mine and I press myself closer, eliminating every inch of space between us. He responds by gripping my hips harder and holding me against him like he doesn’t ever want to let me go.
Whatever we have, whatever we’re doing, has passed beyond physical attraction. These feelings I have for him can’t be written off as pure lust or just scratching an itch.
I might not be ready to name it, even within the privacy of my own thoughts, but I know this is something big. Something to be cherished and nurtured.
Something that honestly scares the hell out of me.
His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, then down to my neck, and I let my head fall back, giving him access to do whatever he wants. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he finds one of the marks he left earlier and traces it with his tongue.
“I should fuck you right here,” he says, thrusting against me.
“Not on the island.” I lean in against his neck and smile. “We eat here.”
“The table, then. Or the floor. I don’t care as long as I can be inside you.”
He carries me from one side of the kitchen to the other, as if he’s actually considering every spot he’s just named, then kisses me again and lifts the jersey off me so I’m standing completely naked in front of him.
“Yeah. We’re doing this right here on the floor.”
I start to laugh, then moan when I see him step out of his sweatpants and kick them aside. He’s completely serious. And now so am I.
He slides down to the ground until he’s looking up at me, directly at my pussy, and pulls me down so I’m straddling him, one leg on either side of his head.
“Wait, I—”
I can’t say the rest of that thought because his mouth is already between my legs, licking and sucking and emptying all the other thoughts out of my head.
I lean back and grip the edge of the counter, trying not to come too quickly. It feels too damn good.
“That’s it, Hurricane.” He pulls back and smiles against my inner thigh. “Ride my face.”
“Oh god, your voice,” I groan, even as my hips start moving on their own. “The things you say to me. They turn me on almost as much as the things you do.”
“Good.” He chuckles, which creates a vibration against me. “But I don’t want you to come yet.”
He pulls me down on top of him until I’m straddling his waist, and now he’s teasing me with the hard length of his cock. We both groan at the same time as he throbs against me, but then he stops.
“Just a second.” He reaches for his discarded sweatpants and fishes in his pocket, pulling out a condom with a sheepish grin. “Had a feeling we might need another one.”
“I’m glad one of us was planning ahead.”
He starts to open the wrapper, but I take it from him, then use my free hand to hold his hard cock in place while I unroll the condom down his thick length.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” I say, almost to myself, as I move back into position on top of him. “Good thing you already proved to me that I can take you.”
I lower myself until the head is pressing against me, then let out a long, low moan as the tip stretches and pushes into me.
“That’s it,” Grant rasps, moving his hands to grip my hips. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“More,” I beg, leaning back and supporting myself on his strong, solid thighs.
“Wait.” He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s trying to center his thoughts. “As much as I want this, we need to be careful. I’m not sure you can take all of me yet.”
I blink and look at him blankly as my sex-starved brain tries to parse what he just said. “Yet? What have I been doing all weekend?”
“You’ve gotten close. Maybe three quarters of the way.”
All I can do is blink again, because I seriously can’t believe I could feel so full without taking every inch of his cock. “Three quarters?”
He nods. “I just didn’t want to hurt you. But you’re in control now. You can take it at your own pace.”
I understand and appreciate everything he’s just said, but now it feels like a challenge. If I wasn’t taking all of him before, I sure as hell am going to do it now.
“I can do it. I know I can.”
His eyes flash hot and dark and his jaw tenses as I shift forward and start to sink down on his thick length. This time, I can watch as inch after inch disappears.
I make it about halfway, and then have to slow down.
Another inch, and I have to stop. For now.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips as his entire body goes still. “Hurricane, you’re doing so well. The way you stretch around me. So fucking tight.”
I love that I’m the one giving him so much pleasure this time, and it’s enough to make me keep going, to work myself down even lower.
“So big,” I gasp, as the head of his cock hits something deep and sensitive. “Almost there.”
“That’s it.” He’s still holding me steady, but letting me do everything else in my own time. “Nice and slow. All the way. Show me how much you want it.”
My inner muscles clench at the sound of his deep, gruff voice. I’m already so turned on and wet, and the feeling is so much stronger now that he’s watching me.
“I do want it. All of it.” I start working my way down again, feeling myself stretch around his thickness.
“You’re doing so well, Hurricane. You can take a little more. I know you can.”
My thighs are quivering, but I keep working myself down, letting out a long moan as his huge cock finally bottoms out inside me.
“Holy shit, you did it.”
“I told you,” I gasp, even as the pressure and the pleasure are both almost too much. “But you helped. My ex never talked to me like this. Never made me feel like this.”
It’s meant to be a compliment, but something hot and possessive flashes in his eyes, and he gives a short, sudden thrust that makes me gasp.
“I don’t want you thinking about your ex while I’m inside you. Not even for a second.”
Before I can say anything else, he pulls out and flips me over to my hands and knees.
“Now…” He rises up onto his knees and reaches between my legs, teasing me with his fingers. “Tell me what you need.”
I bite back a moan as his fingertip grazes the edge of my clit.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“Louder.” He slips two fingers inside me. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I say again, louder this time. “Inside me. Fuck me, Grant. Please.”
That’s apparently what he was waiting to hear, because he slams into me from behind, making me scream as he fills me completely.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, pulling out and pushing back in again, even harder. “Take it, Hurricane. Take every fucking inch.”
My arms are shaking and I can’t keep myself upright anymore, so I drop down onto my forearms and push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You’re so deep.”
“You’re going to take every inch, over and over.” He wraps an arm around my waist to hold me steady. “Then I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to walk straight. That’s what you want?”
“Oh god, yes.”
He’s driving into me relentlessly now, and all I can do is hold on and let him fuck me. Harder. Deeper. Until I can feel him hitting the end of me.
“That’s it. Scream for me. Scream my name.”
I can feel my orgasm building, and I can’t stop it any more than I can control the screams and moans that are spilling out of me.
“Oh, Grant, I can’t… I’m going to…”
“Give it to me.” He slams into me one more time. “Come for me. Now.”
His hand snakes around between my legs and the second he touches my clit, it sends me flying over the edge.
I come. Hard.
So hard that I lose track of everything except the pleasure and the feeling of Grant’s huge, throbbing cock still pumping in and out of me.
But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down, and now I’m babbling and moaning and screaming all over again.
“This is mine,” he grunts. “Your pussy is mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I answer, barely able to speak. “God, yes.”
“That’s right. I’ve fucking marked it. Claimed it.”
I’m so close to coming again, and now I can’t do anything but scream as I shatter for him, my whole body trembling.
He keeps fucking me through the entire orgasm, his cock throbbing inside me, and then his grip on my hips tightens and his movements become less controlled as he loses himself in his own climax.
“Jesus fuck, Hurricane,” he groans, and his hips jerk one last time as he comes. He pulls me tight against him, his huge arms wrapping around my body, and we collapse to the ground together.
My cheek is pressed against the cold, hard tile floor, and he’s sprawled out on top of me with his cock still buried inside me.
I’m not sure how long we stay there like that, with both of us struggling to catch our breath.
I’m still trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts when Grant finally pulls out and rolls off me. The loss of his weight and warmth is immediate, and I let out a small sound of protest.
“I know, beautiful. I know.” His voice is low and gravelly as he quickly disposes of the condom, then reaches down to help me up. “Come here.”
My legs are even more unsteady than they were this morning—if that’s even possible—and I have to lean heavily on him as he helps me stand.
“Are you okay?” He looks me up and down, running his hands along my sides like he’s worried he broke me.
“Perfect,” I manage to say. “Sore, exhausted, and completely wrecked. But perfect.”
He grins at that, then bends down to grab his jersey from where he tossed it earlier. He slips it over my head and I push my arms through the sleeves while he helps guide the fabric down over my body.
“There.” He adjusts the hem. “That’s better.”
“Better than being naked?”
“Well, no. Nothing is better than seeing you naked. But better than letting you freeze while I remember where the hell I left my pants.”
I laugh as he spots his sweatpants across the kitchen and goes to put them on.
We’re both barely dressed, with him in just the low-slung sweats and me in nothing but his comically oversized jersey.
My hair is even more of a disaster than it was before, and I’m pretty sure there are new marks on my neck.
Not that I’m complaining.
Grant pulls me back into his arms and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “We should probably clean up and finish breakfast.”
“And then go back to bed?” I grin and tilt my head back to look up at him.
“I like the way you think.”
He’s leaning down to kiss me when I see a flash of movement in my peripheral vision that makes me suck in a sharp breath and turn my head.
Colin is standing in the kitchen doorway.