Amelia
FIFTY-SEVEN
Grant is making it difficult for me to keep it together.
He looks ridiculously good in his T-shirt and the jeans that sit low on his hips.
The rough gravel of his voice is a caress between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together when his eyes stay locked on mine.
They sweep over my face and I swallow, the enormity of what we’re about to do hitting me with full force.
It’s his first time having sex, but it feels like it’s my first time all over again too. I remember when I last slept with someone I cared about deeply, and as he stands in front of me, I understand that this is something so much bigger than a physical step in our relationship.
I’m ready for it.
“What time do you need to leave?” Grant strokes his knuckles down, down, down. He touches my collarbone before moving lower, between my breasts. “How long do I get to have you tonight?”
“Practice is at eleven tomorrow.” Anticipation stirs in my belly.
Heat from nervous excitement swirls at the base of my spine.
I’m turned on and aching for him, the weeks without his touch reaching a breaking point the second he ghosts over my nipples with his thumb. “I need to head out around nine.”
“That means I can get you off then cook you breakfast in the morning. How do pancakes, sound, Lia?”
“Pancakes sound nice.” I run my palms up his chest, smiling at the ridges of his muscles that flex under my fingertips. “So do the next twelve hours we’re going to have together.”
“Guess we should get started, huh?”
“What are you waiting for, Grant? An invitation?” I reach up and tug on the strands of hair at his nape. His breath stutters, and I give him a coy smile. “I want you to fuck me.”
Grant tugs me to my feet and kisses me. It’s rough, like we’re fighting against borrowed time. His tongue swipes over my mouth, his teeth nip at my bottom lip. I murmur out a whine of acceptance when he maneuvers us around the room and my back connects with the wall behind me.
“What’s the rush?” He hitches my leg around his waist, and I sigh when his fingers move to my bare knee. “I’ve barely had the chance to admire you. To tell you that I like your outfit.”
“You could take it off.” I drop my head against the wall when he sucks on my neck. “The sooner, the better.”
“Let me indulge in a fantasy first.” Grant lifts my skirt and bunches it at my waist. He lowers himself to his knees then turns his head so he can kiss my hip.
“Fuck. Lace? This is pretty. Fucking gorgeous. The color matches your eyes. It’s my favorite shade of blue.
” He blinks up at me with wide eyes and parted lips. “Can I tell you my secret of the day?”
“Now?” I prop my foot on his thigh and fight off a groan. I’m sure what he wants to say is sweet, but my patience is running thin. I’m worked up and need relief, my self-control hanging by a thread. “Okay.”
“I want to take your underwear off and keep this pair too. I want to use it when you’re not here and wrap it around my cock so I can get off to the thought of you.
That’s what I did last night, and having something that smells like you—that tastes like you—makes it even more fun.
” His ears are bright pink, his cheeks even redder.
He snaps his mouth shut, gaze dropping to the floor. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Grant,” I whisper, and his gaze slowly lifts. “Do you want to hear my secret of the day?”
“Yeah.” The word is the husk of a whisper, a man possessed. “I do.”
“I like to be talked to in the bedroom. I like knowing what you want to do to me. It turns me on, and you can keep all my underwear if that’s what you like.” A quiet laugh slips out with lowered inhibitions. “Especially if you send me a video when you get yourself off with them.”
“You’re going to kill me. And I won’t be mad about it.” Grant keeps my skirt lifted while his free hand traces the pattern on my underwear. He leans forward, kissing my clit and wetting the lace with his tongue. “What else do you like, Lia?”
“I like to be teased during foreplay.” My eyelashes flutter closed, and I’m certain this man could get any secret out of me. “I like to work for it.”
“Do you?” His knuckles brush against my clit. His touch moves to my leg, roaming down to my ankle then back up. It’s unhurried indulgence when he maps out my body from my calf to the apex of my thigh. I’m a panting mess by the time he reaches between my legs, a finger at my entrance. “Like this?”
“Grant.” His name comes out like a whimper, but I don’t care.
“Can I? Please?” he asks, and I’m the one close to begging as I nod frantically.
Grant pulls my underwear to the side and circles my clit before pressing his finger inside me.
He’s careful as he gets deeper, kissing my knee as I gasp at the stretch of his long and thick finger.
It’s painful in the best way, a sign of the next step we’re going to take tonight, and I don’t hold back my moan.
He adds a second finger then a third, settling into a rhythm that makes my vision go hazy.
The room blurs around me and I lift my hips, chasing the high I know he can give me.
Throughout it all, Grant watches me. He studies me, his attention unwavering, and every jolt that racks my body is another step closer to pure bliss.
“It feels so good.” I want to encourage him. I want him to know how much I’m enjoying this, and the words splinter with lust. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“You’re so wet. I like knowing I’m the one who gets you like this.” Grant pulls his fingers out of me before pressing them back inside. He’s rougher this time, more determined. “Thank you for letting me learn how to take care of you, Lia.”
“You’ve always taken care of me.” My legs are close to giving out.
My muscles shake, and he notices—of course he notices—because he stops.
The peak I’m climbing toward is out of reach, and he stands.
He unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and my eyes fly open. “Why did stop? I was so close.”
“You said you liked to work for it, so you can wait a few more minutes.” Grant gets rid of my top next, tossing the turtleneck to the side. I’m left in a bra that matches my underwear, and his exhale is heavy. “Fuck. Your tits are fantastic.”
“What kind of guy are you?” I tug on his shirt, pulling it over his head so he’s bare chested. I can’t get him naked fast enough. “Ass or tits?”
“When it comes to you, I’m all of the above.” He pulls on the cups of my bra, letting my breasts free. He pinches my nipples and squeezes them tight, stealing a groan from me before he ditches the garment all together. “But right now, I’m pretty fucking infatuated with your tits.”
“Can I take off your jeans?” My eyes bounce to his pants where his cock strains against the denim. He left his clothes on the first time we were together, and I’m a curious woman who wants to know what the rest of his body looks like. “I want to see you.”
“Sit on the bed,” he tells me, and there’s more conviction in his tone than there was earlier. There’s assuredness when he puts a hand on my hip and guides me to the mattress, his thumb toying with the elastic of my underwear. “I want you to watch.”
I listen to his directions and get on the mattress, watching him unfasten the button holding the denim up and drag the zipper down. He steps out of the pants, leaving him in black boxer briefs that hug his thighs.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of him. By the strong, defined legs and the curve of his ass. By his abdominal muscles and shoulders. I’ve seen him shirtless before, sure, but not this way. Not when his lower half leaves little to the imagination.
“Wow.” I squeeze my thighs together; I can’t help but have a reaction to him. He’s beautiful, soul-achingly so, and I’ve never been in the presence of a more perfect man in my life.
“If you like me better in my gear, we can roleplay with it next time.” Grant laughs. “Whatever you want.”
“I like you just like this.” I hold out my hand and he walks toward me, lacing our fingers together. “I meant what I said about wanting you to fuck me.”
“I promise we’re going to get there, but let me get you off first, Lia. That was part of my lesson, and I know your orgasms are the top priority.”
“Lesson?” I wrinkle my nose. “What lesson?”
“I asked the guys for some advice because this is my first time. I didn’t give them any details on who I was sleeping with,” he hurries to add. “That secret is safe.”
“Really?” I touch the inside of his wrist and tug on his arm so he drops to his knees. He whines when his legs connect with the ground. “I’m happy to give you some feedback on everything else you learned from your lesson.”
“I can take criticism well, Coach.”
The word makes me even wetter. It’s a call-out to how we absolutely shouldn’t be doing this, and the room is suddenly scorching hot when he makes quick work of taking off my underwear.
Grant puts both hands on my knees and kneels between my legs, spreading my thighs open. He leans forward, a question behind his gaze, and I run my fingers through his hair. I grip the strands in silent agreement, a groan of relief tangling in my throat when his mouth is back on me.
If I didn’t know he is honest to a fault, there’s no way I’d believe he was inexperienced. He pays attention to detail, to the way my body responds to each of his movements, and he’s the best man I’ve ever been with.
The others don’t even come close.
“I could stay between your legs forever.” He puts a hand on my stomach, his forearm a heavy weight that keeps me in place.
He pushes three fingers in me again, and I cry out.
I writhe on the bed, helpless when he chuckles against the inside of my thigh.
“Fuck. That’s what I was talking about when we were together last time.
You’re not afraid to be loud about the things you like. It’s hot as hell, Lia.”
“It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you.” I massage his scalp, smiling when he melts under my touch. “Normally I wouldn’t mind delayed gratification when it comes to an orgasm, but I want to come, Grant.”
“Yeah?” Grant loops his arm under my left leg, putting my foot on his shoulder. He does the same with my right as he scoots closer. “Ask me nicely, Lia.”
“What?” I sputter. “Are you serious?”
“You might be an authority figure on the ice, baby, but you’re not in here. You’re going to ask me for what you want, and I’m going to give it to you, because I know for a fact you’ve surrounded yourself with shitty men for most of your life, and that ends with me.”
The shred of control I keep wound tight unravels. I drop my head back, turned on in a way I’ve never been because, yes. I do want him to give me what I want, and I don’t care if that means I have to beg for it.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Grant? Can I come?”
“Of course you can.” He grips my thigh, each press of his finger a mark I’m going to wear proudly at our game tomorrow. “Anything you want.”
He follows through on that promise with his fingers and tongue, synchronized movements that make my toes curl. He reaches a spot inside me I’ve never reached myself, and I shift my hips so he can get deeper than anyone has ever been.
It’s intimate. It’s exquisite because it’s him.
There are soft whispers spoken into my knee about how much he likes being here with me.
Murmured awe when my back arches off the bed.
A quiet wow, baby when he gently adds his pinky at the same time he circles my clit with his mouth, and a guttural groan when he puts his palm on my ass.
“I’m close.” I grasp the sheets bunched at my waist to steady myself. “Can you—I like when you touch my clit, Grant.”
“Like this?” he asks, pressing his thumb against me. “Fast? Slow?”
“Faster,” I whine, the white-hot pleasure beginning to build. “A little lower, and—yeah. Right there. That’s good. Please don’t stop.”
“Never. I can’t wait to taste you when you come, Lia.”
I don’t need anything more than that to spiral undone. The relief is instantaneous, a full-body sensation that leaves me gasping for breath. I squirm and chase the high he’s bringing me, giving myself over to him while he coaxes me through the orgasm.
“I’ve got you,” Grant whispers. His fingers slow inside me, but he doesn’t pull them out. “God, Lia. You’re so pretty when you give up control.”
I’m a trembling mess. Sweat at my hairline, limbs heavy. I’m hyperaware of my body, of the way Grant draws a second orgasm out of me. The prolonged pleasure surprises him, a proud laugh echoing in the crook of my leg as I melt into the blissed-out state of euphoria.
When he finally pulls away, he plants a kiss on my stomach. His mouth moves to hip, and tears prick my eyes. I turn my head to try to hide my emotion, but he’s there. He’s climbing on the mattress. He’s holding his body over mine, a hand on my cheek as I sniff.
“Lia.” Murmured worry wraps around my name. “Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”
“You could never hurt me.” I blink, letting the fuzzy outline of his features comes into focus. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before, and my body is adjusting to how much I liked it.”
“I liked it too.” He bends, pressing his lips to my temple. He touches his thumb to the corner of my mouth where my smile sits. “I want to make you feel like that every day.”
“It’s your turn.” I prop myself up and trail my hand down his chest. I stop when I get to his briefs and cup him through the fabric. “I want to taste you. Would you like that, Grant?”
He stands but doesn’t answer. His brings his underwear down his thighs.
Grant doesn’t stop until he’s naked, and when he is, he looks at me.
Eyes locked on mine, he spits in the center of his hand and wraps his fingers around his cock.
He strokes himself, a rough jerk of his palm that makes the muscles in his neck flex with tension.
“Should I—where should I, um…” Grant keeps his arms at his side. I kiss his stomach, pulling a low moan out of him. “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”
“You can put them anywhere. My hair. My head. My chest. Whatever feels right.”
“Anywhere?” He lifts his hand and rests it on my throat. “Is here okay?”
“That’s great.”
“And this?” The slightest bit of pressure, right at my windpipe. “Do you like that, Lia?”
“No,” I say, and his hand almost falls away. I put my fingers on his wrist, keeping him in place. “I love it.”