3. Chapter 3
Kaitlyn
The meal is amazing, and the setting even more so. He's easy to talk to, and this ranks up there with the best date I’ve ever been on, much less, the best first date.
"So, do you really have time for your job and your dad's company?" I ask, still not sure how he balances both.
He gives me a cocky smile. "I'm good at what I do."
"You sure about that?" I smile seductively at him and lean forward.
The move doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"I'm confident," he smirks.
"It's always the over confidant ones who suck in bed," I tease, while sitting back in my chair and taking another sip of wine.
"I bet I could make you come in five minutes or less." His mesmerizing green eyes bore into mine.
I just laugh. Is this guy serious?
"Let me prove it to you." He says, his face stone cold serious.
Either I’m crazy, or I’ve had too much wine, because I’m actually considering this. It's been a really long time, since I've been with anyone, much less, a man who has given me an orgasm. Really, what do I have to lose, and I could get the big O from it.
That has to be the wine talking, but I find I don't care if it is or isn’t.
"Okay," I take him up on his dare, and his eyes widen in shock for just a fraction of a second, before he stands and takes my hand.
He guides me inside to the sitting room, overlooking the pool, and then to the chaise lounge.
Not sure what I’ll find, I look around.
"There’s no one here, but us,” he says, as he helps me remove my jacket and shoes.
The more clothes we remove, the more my nerves hit. Am I really going through with this? At least, I’ll have a good story to tell Dana, right?
Taking a deep breath, I sit on the lounge and pull off my leggings. The dress falls to my knees, so he won't see anything, but it still feels like I'm almost naked, anyway.
I get the leggings halfway down my legs, as Grayson falls to his knees in front of me and takes over, pulling them down my legs, and then tossing them on the floor. He walks over to me on his knees, leans in, and kisses me.
It's slow, passionate, and just what I needed to calm my nerves. As his lips move over mine, I relax more and more, until he pulls back and looks into my eyes.
"Ready?" He asks.
I nod, and then he lays me down on the chaise lounge and moves to sit in-between my legs. It's impossible to miss his erection, tenting his pants. It’s good to know that he's as turned on as I am. He's going to have no problem getting me to come fast.
He pulls out his phone.
"I'm setting a timer." He says, and then sets it on the ground next to us. "Ready?”
When I nod, he hits start on the timer and wastes no time, pulling my dress up. I left on my dark blue, lace panties. He runs his thumbs over them, before he pulls them off in a quick motion, and they join my leggings on the floor.
He leans over, pushing my sweater up to kiss the skin just below my belly button, and then his hands trail up my thighs, before his thumbs spread me open.
"Look how wet you are." He says, thrusting in one finger.
My back arches, and I want it deeper. He rests his other hand on my lower belly, holding me down, and then stretching his thumb around to play with my clit.
It feels so good, and so much better, then when I take care of myself. How is that possible? He adds in a second finger, before curling them forward, and the pleasure that shoots through me, is almost too much.
I scream out his name, and that causes him to pick up his pace. He presses harder on my clit, and it's all I need. My orgasm slams into me so hard, that when I scream, nothing comes out. I clamp down on his fingers, and I swear I hear him groan.
His hand that isn't inside of me reaches down, and he resets the timer on his phone.
"Again." He says, his voice gruff and scratchy.
I don't get to answer, before his mouth is on my already over sensitized clit.
His fingers keep sliding in and out of me, hitting that perfect spot that no one has ever reached before.
With each stroke from his fingers, he sucks harder on my clit, but it's when he starts using his tongue and playing with it, the pressure starts building.
I couldn't sit still, if my life depended on it, and I start thrashing around, chanting his name, before I fall over the edge, yet again. He licks up every drop, as I come harder than I did the first time.
When my body starts calming, he pulls my dress down, covering me, and then turns the timer off on his phone.
"Any doubts?" He asks me, his voice hoarse.
"No," I sigh.
"Good." He moves up the lounger and lays down next to me, pulling me into his side.
"Have dinner with me tomorrow." He says, though it's not really a question, but I still feel like he's asking.
I just nod, as I curl into his side. He kisses the top of my head and pulls me in tight, as his hand runs over every inch of me that it can reach.
"I should get you home." He says, when I start to doze off.
"Mmmm, okay," I say, sitting up.
He grabs my panties and shoves them into his pocket.
"Those are my favorite pair," I pout.
"I will buy you ten more."
He helps me slip back into my leggings, and then leads me through the house to his car. I'm too busy looking at him to really see the details of the house.
Once I get settled into the car, he turns the heat on for me, and I don't realize I’m drifting off again, until the car stops.
He chuckles. "I like that I can wear you out like that," he says, as he comes around and opens my door.
"It's been a long few days," I say, climbing out of the car. He follows me to the front door, presses me into it, and then kisses me.
It's a deep kiss, and his tongue plays with mine, like it played with my clit earlier tonight.
"Goodnight, Starshine. See you tomorrow."
I watch him walk back to his truck, enjoying the sight. Damn, those jeans look good on him.
When he gets into his truck, I turn and head inside.
Before I even get ready for bed, I start up my laptop and look up his parents and their company.
Holy shit.
He's not just rich.
He's a fucking billionaire.
Grayson
The next day at work, all I can think about is making Kaitlyn come twice. It's all I was able to think about.
Last night, no matter how many times I beat off, I couldn't get my dick to go down, so I could get some sleep. I took two cold showers and another one this morning, and they didn't even help.
Today, is no different. Every time I think of her, I remember her spread out on the lounge chair, her curves on display, and looking up at me with a glazed satisfied look on her face. When I think of her orgasm, and the way she shouted my name, I'm rock hard.
I keep checking the clock to see if it's time to leave to go pick her up yet, but time is going so slow. Slower than a snail's pace.
When my phone pings, I jump to grab it.
Kaitlyn: I can't believe you did it.
I smile. I promised her I'd buy her ten more of those panties she likes, and I did. Only I bought one in every color, and I'm guessing they were just delivered to her cabin.
Me: You like them?
Kaitlyn: I love them, but I know they aren't cheap, Grayson!
I laugh out loud at that, and everyone in the office turns to look at me. To say I don't laugh is an understatement. What reason have I had to laugh, since my parents died? Not a single one, until now, until Kaitlyn. I ignore them and turn back to my text.
Me: I have shirts that cost more than they did. Plus, I loved how they looked on you. They’re as much for me as they are for you. Wear one tonight.
Kaitlyn: Okay, I will. Thank you, Grayson.
Me: You're welcome. I can't wait to find out what color you pick. It's all I’ll be able to think about.
Kaitlyn: Too bad there are six more hours, until our date.
Me: Longest six hours of my life.
Kaitlyn: Mine too.
Immediately, I start planning our date. I want to take her out and show her off. After last night, I don't want her to think I'm only interested in her for sex. I want the full Kaitlyn package, and tonight, is about proving that.
My goal is to do something different. Something that she’ll remember, and I don't want it being like any other date she has ever been on. I want her to forget every guy before now, and only focus on me.
As I finish up the last of the plans, her dad walks into my office.
"Grayson," he says.
"Sir."
"Come have lunch with me." He tilts his head back towards the door.
I nod and close down my computer, before following him to the deli across the street. We work in separate buildings, but they’re next door to each other, so unexpected visits like this are common.
Since I lost my parents, we have been having lunch together. It's like he knew I'd need someone to talk to, and he's been my rock. I don't know what I would have done without him. Getting my Kaitlyn fix from him, has been an added bonus.
I think he needed someone to talk to as well.
Things at home aren’t great. We don’t talk about it much, but we had some drinks after work one night, and he made a comment about how it was better for Kaitlyn to have a bad mom, than no mom at all.
He’s prior military, so I know he will honor his commitments, like his marriage.
Though, I wonder if he knew how they treated Kaitlyn, if it would make a difference.
We get our food, and he gets the same thing each week.
A fried chicken sandwich with herb mayo.
My order changes depending on my mood. Today, it's the BLT club.
It's not because I know it's Kaitlyn's favorite, and I was just in the mood for some bacon.
We sit down, before he finally looks at me again.
"I'm really glad you and Kaitlyn are talking again. I don't know what happened before, but I've always liked you," he says.
No one really knows what happened. By the time we figured it out, life had moved on, and it just didn't seem right to go blasting it everywhere. I avoid her stepsister like the plague, and until now, everything has been quiet.
Now that Kaitlyn’s home, I have a feeling it won't stay that way. Just like always, Linda will find a way to rock the boat and steal the attention.
Only this time, there’s nothing that will push me away from being at Kaitlyn's side through it all.
I'm not the same shy boy I was seven years ago. Nothing will keep me from Kaitlyn, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to, especially Linda.
Though, I don't use my money very often, but with money, comes power, and when it comes to Kaitlyn, I will use that power to protect her.
"Thanks. I had dinner with her last night." The thought of her spread out in front of me pops into my head, and I'm hard again.
Trying to get some relief, I shift in my seat. This is not the time to have an erection, thinking of Kaitlyn, when her dad is sitting across from me.
"I really want to go slow with her, but I only have two weeks, and I don't want to waste this chance either," I say.
"I get it. It's your second chance. Don't waste it," he agrees. "You and I both know how life can change in an instant. You might not get another chance."
Thankfully after that, he changes the subject. We finish lunch and talk about work and the upcoming holiday. I tell him about my plans for our date tonight, and he says he thinks Kaitlyn will like them. That only slightly eases my nerves.
On the way outside, he stops and turns to me.
"You know, I saw a job posting in Georgia. You should check it out." He winks at me, and then turns and heads back to his office.
I stand there, staring after him. What? Did I hear him right?
The old man has lost his marbles. I can't move to Georgia. My company is here, my house is here, and everything my parents left me is here. I can't move to Georgia.
Can I?