Chapter 35 Heather
Heather
My clit is throbbing, and my heart is beating so hard and fast that it feels like it’s in my throat.
I wasn’t jealous of that reporter—not really, anyway. Not for very long. But that little flash of jealousy paid off better than I ever could have imagined. Now, with him standing over me and looking so serious and hungry and possessive, I don’t regret a single one of my actions.
I don’t regret interrupting his interview or making him stumble over his words while I sucked his cock. I don’t regret wrapping myself around him and kissing him until I could feel his hard cock digging into my hip.
And I don’t regret whatever punishment he’s about to give me, either.
“You’re right. I’m a very bad girl,” I acknowledge, looking up at him through my lashes as I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Heat flares in his eyes. “I think you know exactly what I’m going to do.”
I don’t even try to stop the moan that escapes my lips. “Punish me. Please.”
I reach for his cock again and open my mouth, but he catches my wrist in his hand and shakes his head. “No, Hurricane. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
He hauls me to my feet so quickly I almost stumble, but he catches me with his free hand and holds me close for a moment before taking a step back and turning his attention to my body.
“How are you so fucking addictive?” His hands skim down my sides to rest on my hips, then slowly start to work my pants down. “Let’s get these off.”
Once my pants are down around my thighs, he reaches between my legs and slips two fingers underneath my panties and straight inside me. He groans as his fingertips find proof of how turned on I am.
“God, you’re soaking wet already.”
His thumb brushes my clit, and I whimper and grind my hips into his hand.
“Please, I need more.”
“You know, you made it really hard for me to focus during that interview.” He slides one finger lazily in and out, then the other. “I have no idea what I told that woman.”
Now both fingers are inside me, curling and searching, and the pressure is building.
“Maybe I should have let her listen in. She probably would’ve loved hearing the sounds you make.”
“God, Grant, please.”
“But I don’t share. And you?” He takes his hand away and bends me over the counter so quickly that it takes my brain a moment to catch up. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I’m suddenly craving his fingers again, and I can feel the cool air on my ass. The combination is enough to make me moan in frustration as I turn to look back at him over my shoulder.
“Do you know what I do when I want something this badly?”
I blink, my thoughts moving like molasses. I shake my head quickly.
“I take it.”
His palm comes down on my ass with a smack that seems to echo through the whole kitchen. I’m so shocked that I don’t even feel the sting at first. Not until it happens again on the other cheek.
He spanks me again and again, alternating cheeks and not holding back. My ass is throbbing with heat, like it’s actually on fire, but the fire is somehow spreading all through me, lighting up everything in its path.
“Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” I pant.
“Do you need me to stop?”
“No.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please, yes.”
Grant’s fingers slip through the growing wetness between my legs and trace the length of my slit, pausing only to swirl around my clit and then dip down again.
“That’s what I thought.”
The note of satisfaction in his voice does something to me, and I push back on his finger, clamping down and searching for more of that friction. “I wanna be so good for you,” I moan, whimpering as he adds a second finger. “Yes, baby. God, yes.”
“Fuck.” He bites out a low curse as he stops for a moment, leaving me feeling desperate and needy. “Say that again.”
I glance back over my shoulder and see a flash of emotions—awe and surprise, and that hungry look that’s been sending shivers down my spine all afternoon.
“Baby,” I repeat, and it feels just as amazing to say it as it did the first time. “Please, baby.”
“Holy shit.” He starts working his fingers again, pumping in and out and using his thumb to grind against my clit. “I had no idea that would get to me so much.”
He grunts and leans forward, pressing his lips against the side of my neck in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Then the kiss turns to a nip, his teeth biting down just hard enough to make me gasp.
“I love all the sounds you make.” Another kiss. Another playful bite. Another gasp of pleasure. “Could listen to you all day. But first…”
I’m so delirious with need that it takes me a while to realize he’s moving lower on my body with each word, until his hands are on my thighs and I can feel his stubble against my hip.
Where he plants another gentle kiss and another, harder bite that he sucks and massages with his tongue. He’s walking that line between pain and pleasure so perfectly.
“First,” he repeats, “I’m gonna taste you.”
“God, yes. Yes, please.”
He spreads my legs wide from behind, then slides his body between them so his head is even with my pussy. He looks up and gives me one last hot look before dropping his mouth to my clit and starting to suck.
“Oh my god, Grant,” I gasp.
It’s too much. His tongue is working magic, and I can’t even focus enough to keep track of everything he’s doing. All I know is that it’s good, and wet, and dirty, and I’m getting close faster than I expected.
He slides back behind me again until I can’t see him anymore, then moves away quickly to grab something off the kitchen counter next to us. I turn to look, but he’s faster than I am.
“What are you doing back there?” I ask, turning both directions now to see if I can figure out what’s going on.
“Patience, Hurricane. Just relax and enjoy.” He pauses, and I hear the sound of a plastic lid opening. “I promise you’re gonna love this.”
Something cool—room temperature, I guess—touches my lower back, just above my tailbone, and starts slowly rolling down the curve of my ass. Very slowly. Like molasses, or…
“Is it honey?”
He chuckles quietly but doesn’t answer. Instead, he uses his free hand—that big, enormous hand—to knead one ass cheek while his tongue drags over the other, licking away the sticky wetness that’s slowly rolling down my skin.
I can’t stop myself from squirming in anticipation as he keeps going, licking and biting at my ass as he laps up whatever he’s pouring slowly over me, as if it’s the best dessert he’s ever tasted.
“This honey is almost as sweet as you are,” he growls, biting harder on my cheek before switching to the other.
Holy shit, this is a whole new world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. He’s licking and sucking and swirling his tongue over my skin, and when his finger slips between my cheeks to play with my asshole, I yelp, pressing back against the contact almost instinctively.
I don’t know if it’s the honey, or the thrill of having him do something so filthy, or the fact that he’s making me wait before finally giving me the orgasm I desperately need, but every lap of his tongue and swirl of his finger around the tight ring of muscle sends another wave of pleasure crashing over me.
“Fuck, Grant, fuck. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Not yet. Fuck, your ass is driving me crazy.” He presses his finger a little deeper to tease me, then does it again when my whole body trembles in pleasure. “Gonna fuck you right here someday, Hurricane. Would you like that?”
“Yes. Ahh! Yes.” The words come out automatically, before I’ve even had time to process them. But the more I think about it, the more I can imagine him slowly filling my ass while I play with myself and beg him for more. And that’s hotter than hell. “Yes, please.”
“One day.” He kisses one ass cheek and then the other, and then he’s on his feet again. “But I want to take my time when we do that for the first time, and I’m too impatient right now. I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
“Thank fuck, because I can’t either.”
As if my words have severed the last of his patience, he doesn’t waste any time. The head of his cock is already sliding between my thighs, long and thick as he uses one hand to bend me over the counter again.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do, and he groans.
With a grunt, he thrusts inside me. My inner walls tighten and clamp down around him, and his hips jerk back before shoving into me again, deeper this time.
“Shit.” He freezes, then starts to pull out.
“Wait, what happened? What’s wrong?”
“Forgot the fucking condom again.”
The logical part of my brain understands what he’s saying, but my brain is quickly losing the battle against my body—and my body doesn’t want him going anywhere.
“It’s okay.” I reach behind me to grab his arm, anything to keep him from pulling out. “We don’t need it. Just pull out before you come.”
A low, primal noise rumbles up from his chest. “Are you sure? Don’t tease me right now, Heather.”
“I’m not teasing.” I push back on him, desperate to get more of his cock inside me. “Just keep fucking me.”
“Yeah.” He slowly starts to push back in. “Yeah, okay.”
His hands are on my waist and my hips, pulling me back in time with each thrust he makes, driving himself deeper and deeper until he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck,” I groan, because I might be getting better at taking all of him but it’s still a lot. “So big.”
Truthfully, I can feel him everywhere. My pussy. My stomach. My damn throat. He really is that big. But instead of being overwhelming and painful like it was the first couple of times, now my body craves that line between pleasure and pain.
He thrusts again and I whimper, bracing myself for the next one.
“God, you look so good like this,” he growls. “Gonna come all over your ass. You want that?”
“Yes.” I nod wildly, because the mental picture he’s painting has my clit throbbing even harder.
His rhythm speeds up. He’s driving into me more roughly now, and each time, I can feel his cock jerking and twitching.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts. “Can’t get enough of you.”
I don’t want him to. Even when the pressure builds and I can feel my orgasm coming, I don’t want him to stop.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Grant, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna… oh, god.”
“Then come. Let me feel it.”
My whole body tightens, and I’m so full of his cock that my vision is starting to blur at the edges. He works his hips against my ass, still stuffing me but making sure he reaches every possible place inside me.
And that’s what finally pushes me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I’m coming so hard that everything goes dark and hazy for a moment.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, pulling out quickly.
I don’t know if it’s the loss of contact or the cool air hitting my pussy, or just the fact that he’s suddenly not inside me anymore, but the feeling of his absence sends a sharp shiver down my spine that somehow intensifies my pleasure as he starts to come on my ass.
“Jesus, Heather,” he gasps. “This pussy is gonna be the death of me.”
He keeps coming, and every hot drop splashing onto my skin is another jolt of pleasure.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
“So good for me.” He steadies me with one arm around my waist, leaning in and pressing his cock between our bodies, spreading his cum over my lower back in the process. “So fucking good.”
“Always,” I say reflexively.
We stay just like that for a while, for at least several minutes, and then he slowly starts to move. He helps me clean up before tending to himself, and we’ve barely just put our clothes back on when I hear a car door slam outside.
“Shit.” I suck in a sharp breath and run to the half bathroom that’s just off the kitchen to frantically try to tame my hair. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Is it April?” Grant is standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking around frantically.
“She had a project to work on after school, so I told her she could ride home with one of her friends. I guess they’re done early.”
“Thank fuck we’re done, too,” he starts to laugh but then schools his features again once April makes it to the front door. A few seconds later, my beautiful girl is standing in the kitchen doorway and beaming at us.
“Hey, Mom! Hi, Grant! What are you guys doing? Do you want to see my part of the project we’ve been working on?” She slings her backpack onto the kitchen table, then looks over at me. “May I have a snack, please? I’m starving!”
All I can do is smile because as much as some things change around here, others stay exactly the same. I’m also really, really glad she didn’t get home about ten minutes earlier.
“Of course, sweetheart.” I go to the fridge and start to pull out some celery and carrots, then go to the cabinet for some peanut butter.
Grant meets me there with a hot look in his eyes. I glance over at April, but she’s still focused on retrieving her project from her bag.
He leans in close to my ear so I’m the only one who will hear him. “You still have my cum on your skin while you’re being the perfect mom. God, you’re incredible.”
His words are enough to make my thighs clench as a wave of heat hits me. He’s right. I can be both things. A mom who loves her daughter and a woman who loves good sex.
I don’t think I ever fully felt this way with my ex, but Grant seems to bring it out of me without even trying. It’s a good reminder that maybe I really am where I’m supposed to be. Maybe I do deserve this kind of happiness.