Chapter 32 – Grant
THIRTY-TWO
GRANT
All he could think was…fuck.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, I had the sense to roll off her. She uttered a small moan as I slipped out of her body.
I needed to check in with her.
In a minute. Once I caught my breath. Damn, I’d forgotten how all-consuming it could be.
I hadn’t been easy or gentle. I knew that. But after four years without sex, I hadn’t had as much control as I might have liked.
It’s not like she was a virgin. But damn, as tight as she’d been, it sure as hell felt like it.
Allison had been a virgin the first time we’d had sex.
Thinking back on it, that first time had been a disaster.
She’d cried and we’d stopped. She’d wanted to try again, only to cry and make me stop.
In the end, I’d penetrated her, so technically I’d taken her virginity.
But it had taken us months before the sex had been actually good between us.
Before I’d made her come by just fucking her.
I shouldn’t be thinking of Allison when I was lying next to Flowers.
Lying on my back, my chest still heaving, I could hear Flowers panting softly next to me. I reached out and palmed her sex, still wet and swollen from her arousal. She made a sound but didn’t try to evade my touch.
Mine.
It was caveman thinking, but it was there and I couldn’t dislodge it. Didn’t even try to.
“You okay?”
“Hmm.”
Yeah, she was okay. I’d made her come twice. Fuck, that had been hot! Watching her face flush, her neck arch, with my dick planted deep inside her body. Like she couldn’t help herself. Like she hadn’t wanted to come, but I’d made her.
I could feel my cock twitch and start to grow hard. If this had been her hundredth time, instead of her first, I might have been that asshole who covered her again and made her come a third time.
Instead, I sat up on the bed. I needed to get rid of the condom, and I bet she could use something cold between her legs to soothe away the soreness.
Making my way to the small bathroom off her bedroom, I shut the door behind me. I tossed the condom in the trash, took a piss, and then searched for a clean washcloth in the cabinet under the sink. She had a stack of three, neatly folded.
Running the water over it, satisfied it was cold enough, I opened the bathroom door. She was still on the bed, still naked, which I liked, but she was turned on her side facing me, her head in her hand.
“Lay on your back and open your legs,” I told her.
“Oh, hell no! We did it. Hope you liked it, because I’m never doing that again.”
I couldn’t help it. My lips twitched.
“No? That bad, huh?”
Lifting the wet cloth, she saw my intent and did as I instructed.
“Worse. You suck at sex.”
“Sorry about that. I mentioned I was out of practice. You did come though. Twice.”
“Yeah, that part was good,” she said, then let out a deep sigh as I pressed the cold cloth between her legs.
“It wasn’t as bad as your first time?” I asked her.
“Different,” she said, with her eyes still closed, her body flush. “More. Way way way more.”
“Hmm. So you didn’t like it. Not even a little bit?” I ran my hand lightly over her body. Reveling in how soft her skin was. I cupped her breast, loving the weight of it in my hand. Her nipples were still tight, hard little buds.
“Now that I think about it, maybe a little,” she said, as I pressed a kiss on her stomach, just over her belly button.
“Sex is something you get used to. Eventually, it doesn’t hurt at all. You’ll see next time,” I promised.
Next time. Except, it wouldn’t be me next time. Next time would be the next guy and it made me enraged just thinking about it.
“You’re going to leave now, aren’t you?”
I looked up from her body and met her eyes, which were now watching me.
“You think so?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I think you can’t stay. Too much softness. It’s okay, though. I don’t need to cuddle or anything. That’s what Rocco’s for.”
I pulled the now tepid washcloth from between her legs. Walking back to the bathroom door, I chucked it into the sink.
She was right. I should leave. Now was the time to get dressed, drive home and put this night behind me. Hell, put the last seven months behind me.
I wasn’t going to fire her tomorrow. I wanted her to at least start her classes so she would have that on her resume first. Then I would find her a suitable replacement job.
Once all that was in place, I would let her go.
Which meant there was no urgency for now.
“You’re kicking me out? Just like that? I feel so used.”
“E.G.,” she smiled.
“What? Some men like cuddling,” I told her.
“And you’re one of those men?”
“Absolutely not. However, I don’t feel like driving home right now. I’m going to rest for a bit.”
She seemed to think about it. “You mean lying next to me in the bed?”
“Yeah. Just for a quick nap. Then I’ll go.”
I was already starting to pull the covers and sheets down. She got up and moved around to get under them. I turned off the light in her bedroom, then slipped in next to her, laying on my back again, one arm tucked behind my head, so I wouldn’t reach out to pull her closer.
I stared at the ceiling and wondered how long it might take for her to fall asleep.
And then, because I was an awful, lustful man, I wondered if I would get hard again before she did and maybe convince her to try again.
“You called me Allison.”
“What?” I jerked my head toward her.
She was also staring up at the ceiling. “When you were…you know… coming. I guess. You said you were sorry and called me Allison.”
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“E.G., you did. I heard you. Pretty clearly.”
“I didn’t call you Allison.”
I’d just had that thought in my head. I had Flowers underneath me, my body was exploding in a glorious orgasm. I felt so fucking fantastic. In a way I didn’t think I was ever supposed to feel again.
I’m sorry, Allison.
I didn’t realize I’d said it out loud.
“It’s okay,” she said, patting my chest like I was a misbehaved boy. “I understand.”
“Flowers, you don’t understand shit,” I laughed.
“Whatever. Just don’t try anything funny later on if you wake up, because I’m not having sex again.”
“Got it.”
“Because you blew it,” she reiterated.
“Understood.” I could tell her multiple orgasms weren’t exactly the norm, but I didn’t need to.
Because two hours later, she woke me up, straddling me, a condom in her hand as she wordlessly asked me to show her how to use it. I was painfully hard, and she was already wet as she pressed me inside her.
We both sighed at the intense connection.
“Okay, maybe once more,” she whispered.
“Okay. I’ll try not to screw it up this time.”
I wasn’t great. But I made her come again. And then again.