Three
THREE
Kat
I hadn’t expected it would be so easy.
Truly, I had been surprised at how it had all gone down tonight.
After hanging up with my sister earlier and peeling myself off the couch, I got myself ready. And on the drive to the pub, I reminded myself that it had been a long time since I’d been in the dating scene.
While I wasn’t exactly looking for a date, I had a feeling some of the same rules would still apply when it came to flirting and trying to pick up an interested man.
But since I’d been out of the game for a while, I didn’t want to go in with such high expectations. Sure, I knew what I hoped to find tonight, but having been out of practice for so long, I knew it was possible I could wind up going home alone.
That hadn’t happened at all.
Although I’d always been a cheerful, talkative individual, I hadn’t expected I’d find someone so appealing as quickly as I had.
Even though there was something rough and gruff about Graham’s demeanor, there was no question I couldn’t have found a better-looking guy with whom to dip my toe into this new life.
It wasn’t difficult for anyone to tower over me, but Graham was on another level of tall. In the years I’d dated, I hadn’t ever dated anyone nearly as tall as him, believing it’d be far too much of a mismatch. But since there was no chance of us ever becoming a couple, I wasn’t even remotely concerned about the height difference. If anything, I thought it’d be just one more thing to add to my life of fun things to try.
Aside from his height, Graham had substantial bulk on him. I didn’t think he’d be entering any bodybuilding contests any time soon, but there was no question he was strong. More than that, there was something about his presence and stature that was so commanding. I wondered if that would carry through to the bedroom.
Best of all might have been his handsome face. He had that chiseled jawline I thought only existed in the movies. His lips were symmetrical and full. Not too thin, but they didn’t overpower his face, either. My favorite part of all, though, was the set of dark brown eyes. There was something that lingered in the depths of them. It was merely a guess, but his eyes held stories filled with pain and sadness and despair.
If nothing else, perhaps our night together could ease some of whatever that was. Because while I didn’t want anything to come of this beyond a physical escape, I’d seen that look in my own eyes before. I would have given anything to ease the pain that came along with a look like that.
I’d spent the entire drive to Graham’s place attempting to ignore the tingling in my chest at the disbelief—and likely excitement—that this was actually happening. I’d resolved myself to the fact that diving into my new life might be slower than I hoped that I couldn’t stop tugging on my ear throughout the drive, reminding myself that this wasn’t a dream.
Graham and I finally made it back to his place, and no sooner had he let us both inside and hung up our jackets, he spoke. “Can I…” He cleared his throat. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Hadn’t he said at the pub that he wasn’t interested in this turning into something more than just a night of fun?
“A drink would lead to some conversation, don’t you think?”
His head dropped to one side, his eyes roaming over my face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I thought, you know, in case you wanted to take the edge off.”
Was he nervous about this?
I’d certainly felt the trembling in my limbs and my belly, but I’d attributed it to anticipation and excitement. I wasn’t the least bit anxious or tense.
Judging by his looks alone, it seemed a man like Graham wouldn’t have anything to feel worried about. If anything, I was in the home of a man I’d just met. Maybe I should have been a bit more concerned than I was.
On the off chance that he was feeling uneasy, which might lead to him stopping this before it even got started, I mustered up the courage to take charge.
At least for now, until things got started. Then I hoped he’d take the lead, because I wanted to be utterly ravished. I was desperate for it.
I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and noted the way his body tensed as I pressed my palm to his chest. “I’m not here for a drink or conversation, big guy.”
Tentatively, his hand came to my hip. That single touch sent a shiver along my spine. God, it had been entirely too long.
“Right.” His voice was rough. Deep.
I tipped my chin up, offering up my mouth as I exposed my neck to him. It was an unmistakable invitation. One that Graham suddenly seemed to have no qualms about accepting.
His lips brushed lightly against mine, the move forcing my belly to dip. Graham gave me no more than a few seconds to brace, and then went for it. As his free hand drove into my hair, his lips captured mine in a way that felt much like I’d been feeling for a long time now.
Desperate.
The hand he’d had on my hip slid around my waist and hauled me up against his body, so no space remained between us.
My fingers, which had been resting against his chest, pressed in firmly on one side and crawled up his chest and behind his neck on the other.
Graham angled his head, his tongue slipping past my lips and exploring my mouth.
With my pulse pounding, despite the late winter air we’d just walked through, I felt feverish.
And the way Graham kissed didn’t lessen any of the emotions moving through me, the pure lust I felt.
If Graham’s kiss could tell me anything, it was that I was wholly unprepared for what was in store for me tonight.
This was just a small taste of what was to come, and as his mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss, the thought of what else he might be capable of forced a moan up my throat.
It was that sound which compelled Graham to tear his mouth away and press his forehead against mine. We had only just started, and the both of us were panting, unable to catch our breath.
I waited, wondering if he’d go in for another kiss, but he didn’t. Instead, he worked to slow his breaths, doing it in a way that felt like he was trying to savor the moment. It took some time, but he eventually stood a little taller and a small smile of satisfaction washed over his expression.
“That was a much better alternative to a drink and conversation.”
I had to fight not to bounce lightly on my toes with the happiness I felt, but I couldn’t hold back from sending a proud look his way. Because although I’d been relatively confident coming into this tonight, I hadn’t exactly carried out something like this before. It was safe to say I didn’t know if I was doing it right. But Graham’s words gave me a boost of confidence.
“Talking is unnecessary. And when the kissing is that good, talking just feels like a waste of precious time.”
With a knowing grin and a gleam in his eyes, Graham tipped his chin high. Either he was used to hearing just how great of a kisser he was, or I’d managed to return the same boost of confidence he’d just given me. “I’m capable of more than just kissing.”
Apparently, Graham hadn’t needed any confirmation.
My stomach fluttered with anticipation. “How long are you going to make me wait before you demonstrate those capabilities?”
He loosened his hold on me, stepped back, and took me by the hand to lead me toward the stairs. Every stair I climbed only heightened the desire. By the time we stepped into his room, it was only a miracle I held myself back.
Graham did not restrain himself.
He led me to the bed, stopped beside it, and tugged me toward him again. “I think you’re in for a night of fun, Kat.”
I tipped my chin higher, my eyes locked in an intense stare with him. “Is that so?”
A slow smile built in his expression. Then, his mouth was on mine once more, and we were kissing. But this time was different than it had been downstairs.
This time, Graham didn’t just explore my mouth with his tongue.
Nope.
He explored my body with his hands. They roamed up and down my sides, over the curve of my ass, and into my hair. He squeezed, pinched, gripped, and caressed me all over, and aches of pleasure flooded my body.
For all that he’d done to learn the curves of my body, I’d attempted the same with his. My hands went wherever they could reach, seeking to touch as much of him as I could.
But when running my hands over his shirt and his jeans felt unsatisfying, I took the liberty to lead us to the next place. I brought my hands to his waist and slipped them beneath the hem of his shirt. His muscles twitched beneath my touch, but he didn’t stop me from lifting the fabric up his torso. Graham helped me by pulling it the rest of the way off, and when he stood before me with his bare chest and abdomen on display, my mouth watered.
I wanted that.
I wanted to feel his heated skin beneath my fingertips as he moved inside me.
I wanted the strength and power of his body under and over me.
“Judging by that look on your face, it seems I may be in for a real treat tonight, too.”
It was entirely possible Graham was simply appreciating every aspect of this, but my body was craving his touch. I desperately wanted to get to the rest of the fun he’d promised. “If you stop talking, I’ll do my best to deliver.”
Eager to accept my challenge, Graham reached his hands out, went for my shirt, and effortlessly whipped it over my head. He gave himself just enough time to take me in before we both lost control.
In an instant, we became a frantic, tangled mess as we fell to the bed. We clawed and nipped and touched and tasted. Graham’s mouth was on my lips, my jaw, my neck, and my chest. His hands were nearly everywhere.
My body was burning up, the throbbing between my legs unbearable.
“More,” I begged. “Please.”
Graham let out a low groan as his hands went to the fly of my jeans. He all but ripped them open, but didn’t waste time pulling them down, instead opting to shove his hand inside beneath my panties.
“Fuck,” he growled as his fingers slipped between my legs. “You’re soaked.”
I moaned.
“Take off your bra, Kat. Show me your tits.”
It took a massive effort to focus on doing what he asked while his fingers were playing between my legs. My hips were moving, rolling to meet and match the teasing touches and get every last bit of pleasure I could.
The moment my bra was gone, a hum of delight escaped from Graham, and his mouth descended on my breasts. He captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep, forcing my back to arch off the bed.
“Oh, Graham.”
He groaned again, his teeth biting me just enough to cause a hint of pain before he soothed it with his tongue.
My hands went to my jeans, doing what I could to heave them and my underwear down over my hips and ass. I got them down far enough to give Graham the extra room he needed, and when his finger pushed inside, my hand closest to him reached out and covered him at the fly of his jeans.
I squeezed and rubbed my hand over him, Graham rewarding me with more rubbing and teasing and thrusting of his finger between my legs.
His mouth never stopped, his finger kept going, and before I knew it, I was careening for that edge and ready to go over.
My pants became whimpers, and I called Graham’s name in a warning. He didn’t relent, the plea fueling his desire to see me through.
And it was only a matter of seconds before it happened.
“Graham,” I cried out. “Oh, God.”
I saw stars.
Months upon months of not having this with anyone, not experiencing the touch of a man, I couldn’t contain how hard it hit me. My body writhed, over and over, as it moved through me all the way to my toes, and Graham didn’t let up until he saw me through to the other side.
It was as I was coming down that it hit me.
The way Graham had been, it was like he seemed to know how badly I needed what he’d just given me. On the surface, it appeared to be primal urges and hunger for him, but I believed it went beyond that. Like he knew what I’d been through and wanted to do anything he could to make it good for me.
He slowed the strokes of his fingers until they came to a stop.
“Wow,” I marveled.
“Good?”
I nodded. “Spectacular.”
“You’re stunning, you know?”
My cheeks heated. I didn’t know why; apart from my jeans that were wrapped around and biting into my thighs, I was naked in front of him. Why such words made me blush made no sense.
He dropped his mouth to mine, kissed me once more, and slowly began teasing me. “I want to watch you come again.”
“I’m not sure I’ll survive another one like that,” I confessed.
Graham chuckled. “I think you can handle it. I think you’ll do just fine.”
My hand reached for his length again and squeezed. “What about you? Maybe we could do it together this time.”
His fingers swirled around my clit, using the wetness that had pooled between my legs to allow him to slide his fingertips wherever he wanted them to go. I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping.
“See? You like what I’m doing, don’t you?”
“I do. But I’m curious to see what else you can do.”
He leaned forward, captured my breast in his mouth again. He sucked and swirled while I squeezed and stroked through the jeans.
I moved my hand faster, and Graham kept his hand working between my legs. With the way he was playing, I felt myself quickly climbing to another orgasm.
“Graham. Please,” I begged.
Yes. I begged.
“What is it, Kat? What do you want?”
“I want to feel you inside me.”
He pressed his finger to my clit, gave it one last delightful rub, and stood from the bed to remove his jeans. I watched as he did that, kicking my bottoms off and scooting back on the bed. Graham stood in front of me, naked and hard, and my mouth watered.
Reaching inside the drawer of his bedside table, Graham pulled out a condom and rolled it on. Even the way he did that was a huge turn-on.
When he climbed back into the bed, I swiftly parted my legs for him to settle between them. He hadn’t even gotten inside yet, and I was already trembling at the feel of his naked skin against mine.
“You already feel amazing.”
He cocked a brow. “That’s the first I’ve heard that at this stage.”
The moment he nudged my entrance, I whimpered and tipped my chin higher. I felt Graham’s lips on my exposed throat, kissing me there briefly before his tongue came out and licked from the base of my throat up to my jaw and back toward my ear.
His breath hitched as he slowly pushed inside. With every inch, my heart thudded, and my fingernails dug into his arms.
When he was completely sheathed inside me, he lifted his head from my neck, his eyes meeting mine. He kept them there as he drew his hips back and thrust inside again. My jaw fell open, but no sound came out.
He did it again.
And again.
And again.
And his eyes never left mine.
At first, I liked it. I thought it was incredibly sexy.
But after such deep and prolonged eye contact, it got a little too intimate for me. I didn’t want to do anything that could lead to one of us feeling anything more than we’d already agreed upon. So, I lifted my head and sought out his mouth.
Graham gave me what I wanted, and the pace and strength of his strokes picked up. Harder and harder, he went at me. My body responded to his thrusts, his groans, the feel of his skin against mine, and his hands roaming over my body. I climbed high, doing it faster than I thought possible.
“Graham,” I whimpered. “I’m… I’m so close. I’m going to come.”
He went harder. Brutal, punishing thrusts into me as my body shuddered and convulsed around him. I held onto him through it, and I’d only barely made it to the other side when Graham let out a deep growl and buried his face in my neck as his orgasm tore through him.
I held on to him until it left him. Almost as soon as it did, he pulled his face from my neck, looked down at me, and allowed his eyes to roam over my face. I wasn’t quite sure what I saw in his stare, but there was something intense happening beneath the surface.
I swallowed hard, and whether Graham noticed my growing discomfort, or simply snapped out of it, I wasn’t sure. But he finally said, “I’ll be right back.”
He pulled out and left the bed. As soon as he disappeared behind the door to the bathroom, I realized I couldn’t stay where I was. What we had was great, amazing. But hanging around after it wasn’t what this was about. So, I scrambled out of the bed and hurried around the room to gather up my clothes. I was still looking for my bra when an arm hooked around my waist and took me to the mattress.
I yelped, landing on my back, and Graham’s body pressed into the side of mine. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Um, I was going to get dressed.”
“You were going to get dressed?”
“Yes.”
His brows pulled together. “But we’re not done.”
“We’re… we’re not?”
Graham shook his head slowly. “That was just the beginning.”
A shiver ran along my spine. “Wh… what?”
“We’ve got more things to do, Kat.”
“We do?”
He chuckled. “You seem to be in a state of shock.”
Shaking my head, I explained, “I didn’t think there was going to be more.”
“And I’m telling you there is. You give me a couple of minutes, and I promise another round or two.”
Another round or two.
I hadn’t anticipated getting something even half as good as what Graham already gave me. He wanted to give me that and then some.
Who was I to complain, or deny myself the pleasure?
So, I smiled. “Okay. Another round or two before I go sounds nice.”
Graham grinned.
And it seemed he’d already gotten the couple of minutes he needed to gear up for another round. Because almost immediately, he dropped his mouth onto mine and kissed me again to get things started.