Grant
FIFTY-EIGHT
I’m worried for my health.
There’s a very real possibility I don’t make it through the night.
I’m not sure how I stand a chance when Lia smiles and relaxes her shoulders as I add more pressure to her neck. When she shifts on the bed and shows off every curve of her body. When she drops her gaze to my cock and licks her lips.
Here lies Grant Everett, throttled by the woman of his dreams.
“Are you okay?” Amelia asks.
“Lovely.” My voice cracks when she kisses my thigh. My breath stutters when she pushes up to her knees. “That’s a lie. Every fantasy I’ve had of you is coming to life, and I’m struggling.”
“Yeah?” She wraps her hand around my dick. She swipes her thumb over the pre-cum, using it to coat my length. “We should make sure the real thing is just as good.”
One turn of her wrist, and I’m whimpering. A full stroke from the root of my cock to the tip has my knees buckling. Delicate fingers, soft hands. When Amelia swirls her tongue over the head, I’m seconds away from dropping to the ground and worshipping her.
This woman is my salvation and my complete undoing. The exact reason I’ve never had intimacy like this before. I was waiting for her, because no one else would’ve been right. She closes her lips around me, and I almost fall over.
“Oh my god.” My hand tightens on her neck. The other moves to the back of her head, frantic to touch her. “That—shit. Your mouth is so warm.”
Amelia blinks up at me with pretty eyelashes and pink skin, bobbing on my length with hollowed-out cheeks and a piece of hair that falls across her forehead.
I bite my bottom lip to stay quiet while she alternates between her mouth and her hand.
Her grip is strong but gentle. Tight enough to make me daydream about what it’s going to be like when I fuck her—if I even make it that long—and I involuntarily thrust my hips, my cock getting deeper down her throat.
“Sorry,” I stammer. “Reflex.”
“Don’t apologize.” Amelia tilts her head and licks up my length again. She sucks on the tip, and fuck. It’s divine. “I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”
“That thing you do with your hand.” I swallow, swaying on my feet when she wraps her palm around me and flicks her wrist. “That. Is so nice.”
“And if I do both at the same time?”
Her hand stays at the base while her lips close and take the top half of my cock as deep as she can get. Drool sneaks out of her mouth and I wipe it away, hesitating before smearing it on her cheek. Messy, unpolished. Her smile makes my body turn hot, and I groan.
I thread my fingers in her hair, wrapping it around my wrist and tugging on the blonde strands hard enough for her mouth to pop off me.
“Get on the bed,” I say, the words falling out involuntarily.
“How do you want me?” Amelia’s eyes flare with delight. She walks to the mattress and sits on the edge.
“That’s a loaded question.” I bite my knuckles, contemplating. “How about, um, on your back? With your head hanging off the bed. I want you to touch yourself while I’m in your mouth.”
“Wow.” She sits up on her knees, bringing us to the same height. I grab her chin and kiss her because I haven’t in too long. Wet lips and a salty taste on her tongue. My new favorite flavor. “Someone’s using their imagination.”
“Fantasies, remember?” I smile when she changes positions. Long legs stretch out over the sheets. Her back arches, the tendons in her neck bobbing under a swallow. “Open your legs. Let me watch.”
Her hand runs down her body, teasing herself. Amelia pinches her nipple then moves lower, her thighs wedging wider. She groans when she pushes two fingers inside herself and holds out her tongue, waiting for me.
My thighs bracket her head, and she takes me in her mouth. It’s not as deep as before, but it’s just as good. Better, even. From this angle, I can see her dip her fingers in her pussy. I can watch her nipples turn hard and her skin flush red as she works herself up.
I move my hips in time with her fingers. The room fills with noise—her exhales. Her mouth and how she laps at my length with her tongue.
It’s fucking greedy, and when she reaches out her free hand and gently, so fucking gently, cups my balls in her palm, I’m electrified.
“Fuck. I’m not going to last much longer, Lia. Holy shit.” I groan when she does it again. Stars cloud my vision. I start to pant. My spine straightens, and I know I’m only a few seconds away from combusting. “If you—your mouth and—”
“Ask for it nicely, Grant,” she practically purrs. Her tongue swirls over the head of my dick, teasing me. “Tell me what you want.”
“Can I come, Lia?” I beg, touching her jaw, her throat. “Please,” I add, desperation clawing at me.
“That was very good, Grant,” Amelia tells me, and the praise is enough. “Of course you can.”
Her lips are back on me, and I fall apart. I chant her name. My moans must shake the walls. I dare a look at her, fucking mesmerized when she swallows my cum with a smile on her face. She pops me out of her mouth and drags her nails down my thighs, leaving marks behind.
I collapse on the bed next to her. The room is spinning. My brain hurts. I need to sleep for ten days, but I also need to look at her. I smile when I find she’s scooting my way, her head next to mine.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur. “Hi.”
“Hi.” She touches my cheek. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. That was a spiritual experience. I’m converted, ready to be a willing worshipper of your mouth.”
“You’re funny. Feel free to worship whenever you want.” Amelia laughs and curls up against my side. I rest my arm around her body, burying my face in her hair. “We’re reckless for doing this, aren’t we?”
“I remember you mentioned wanting to take more risks.” I kiss the top of her head.
My heart rate is finally starting to slow down.
“I’m a pretty big risk, aren’t I? The guy you shouldn’t be seen with.
” I rest my hand on her stomach. “Who is younger than you.” Moving my palm lower, I spread her legs open.
She inhales sharply. “The virgin who doesn’t know what he’s doing when you’re a confident woman who knows exactly what she wants. ”
“You know what you’re doing.” Lia gasps when I push three fingers inside her. She’s wet, and I’m already hard again. “You know how to get me off. This next part isn’t going to be any different.”
“Should I get a condom?”
“Yes,” she says, arching her back. “Please and thank you.”
I grin and pull my fingers out of her. I move across the sheets and rip open the drawer on the bedside table. Inside are five boxes I ordered in a panic from the drugstore, and I reach for one.
“How do you feel about glow in the dark contraceptives?” I hold up the box with planets on it. “That will determine what happens next.”
“You’re not serious.” She grabs the box and laughs when she reads the back. “Is this real? Is your dick supposed to send me to space? Do I need a helmet? Astronaut boots?”
“You’re so kind for assuming I’m going to send you to space. I’ll be lucky to do everything right here on Earth.”
“I’m sorry.” Amelia giggles again. “I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”
“We’ll go with the regular variety tonight and save the glow in the dark ones for later. Better safe than sorry.”
She plucks a foil wrapper from the box and opens it. I blow out a breath when she hands it to me.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“I’m nervous,” I admit.
“I’m nervous too.”
“You are?”
“Very. I haven’t done this with anyone in years.” She crawls across the bed, stopping when she’s against the headboard. “But I think being nervous is a good thing.”
“Do you have a favorite position?” I roll the condom over my length and move toward her. “What’s the best way to get you off during sex?”
“I like to be on top, but we don’t have to—Grant.” Amelia squeals when I scoop her up and steal her spot from under her. She straddles me, a hand on the center of my chest. “I’m not picky.”
“You can show me the ropes, and when I feel comfortable, we’ll change it up.”
“Okay.” Her smile stays in place when she looks between her legs. “Are you ready?”
Yes.
No.
It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. My pathetic, hopeless dream turns into a reality when she leans forward, a hand on the headboard and the other on the sheets next to my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I manage to get out, watching as she slowly lowers her hips. “I am.”
Amelia closes the distance between us, and I grip her waist. The head of my cock pushes past her pussy lips, the first few inches disappearing inside her. She whines, and I answer her with a low groan.
I feel everything. How wet she is. The way she tightens around me when I get an inch deeper and how she claws at my shoulders.
“Lia,” I stammer, struggling to breathe. “Hang on. Hang on, baby. I need a second.”
“You are so big.” She rocks forward. “And thick.”
I choke out a laugh and hold her waist with both hands, drawing a circle on her skin with my thumbs. “Thank you very much for the compliment.”
“I need to move, Grant.”
It’s a plea. An act of desperation I feel myself. It takes a few minutes of adjusting, of her rolling her hips, but soon, I’m completely inside her.
I groan when she grinds against me. She lifts her arms above her head, looking like a goddess capable of possessing my entire fucking soul.
How have men ever walked away from her?
How have they not crawled over broken glass to breathe the same air as her?
“You are perfect,” I whisper. I lift my hips, meeting her with a thrust. “So fucking perfect. I want you to show me what you like. Ride me, Lia.”
That awakens something inside her. Heat sparks behind her gaze. She drags her pussy up my length until she reaches the head of my cock then drops her weight back down, taking every inch of me with the murmur of a gasp.
Amelia rolls her hips and touches her breasts, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. My brain finally wakes up and I scramble, a hand dropping to her thigh so I can press on her clit with my thumb. She cries out, hips bucking in response.
“You’re paying attention,” she whimpers.
“You told me you like it when I touch you here. And what my girl wants, my girl gets.” I press harder, circling the sensitive spot. “I have the logistics figured out, baby. Can we try a different position?”
“Anything. Everything.”
“Get on all fours. I want to fuck you from behind.”
I’m empty without her when she climbs off me. She turns away, palms smoothing over the sheets and her ass in the air. I gulp down a lungful of oxygen, my heart ping-ponging in my chest as I stare at the curve of her backside.
“How do you like it?” I fold myself over her, kissing her ear. “Gentle? Rough?”
“I got shoved into boards in college for fun, Grant. You don’t have to be gentle with me.”
I run my fingers down her spine, stopping when I get to her hips. I hold her there and grip my cock with my other hand, teasing the smooth skin of her ass cheeks with the head.
Fuck.
I want to try that too.
Lining up with her entrance, I rock forward, filling her again.
This position is better than the last. I can get deeper. I’m more in control, and once Amelia starts to relax, I move more freely.
Quick snaps of my hips. Driving into her with a roughness I’m sure she’s going to say is too hard. Again and again I push myself inside her, sinking into the ecstasy she brings me while she doesn’t offer a whisper of a complaint.
She loves this too.
“Touch yourself,” I say, and she moans in response. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I don’t know if I’m saying the right thing. I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, my movements frantic and no longer restrained. But Lia tips her head back with parted lips. She licks her fingers before dropping them between her legs, her ass bouncing as she does.
“You’re so good,” she croons, and an inferno burns inside me. “I’m so full, Grant. You’re going to make me come.”
“You first, Lia. You’re always first.”
Amelia meets me thrust for thrust, an incoherent mess of words tumbling out of her as she tightens around me. I’m somehow both suffocating and floating, and I loop an arm under her when her orgasm hits.
Her body convulses while she whispers my name. While I continue to pound into her, taking every goddamn burst of pleasure she’ll give me. The same high hits me square in the chest, the best sensation I’ve ever felt in my fucking life jolting through me from my shoulders down to my goddamn toes.
I can’t see. I can’t hear. I can’t fucking think as I fill the condom with my cum, close to passing out, but I do know this is heaven. I’m a permanent resident now, and I’m never, ever going to want to leave.
My legs tremble. Sweat stings my eyes. I put a hand on Amelia’s back, the two of us landing on our stomachs on the mattress. I pull out of her with a wince and peel her hair away from her neck, planting a kiss between her shoulder blades.
“Oh my god.” Amelia trembles beside me. “Forget the glow in the dark condom. I’m already in outer space.”
The last bit of my energy turns into a laugh. I flip onto my back, staring at the ceiling and trying to regain my composure.
“The fan does look like a planet if you squint hard enough,” I say, reaching over to brush my fingers along her jaw. “You’re going to turn me into an addict, Lia. A few minutes in your pussy, and I’m converted to whatever sin you’re selling.”
“Greed. Lust. Gluttony. You’re going to make it difficult to want to do anything but stay in bed with you.” She throws a leg over my waist, smiling. “But we must persist.”
“I can’t believe I get to have you in my bed all night.” I work the condom off my cock and tie it in a knot, chucking it in a trash can under my desk. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”
Her face softens. “Really?”
“Really. You’re my favorite person in the world.”
“And you’re mine.” She wiggles toward me, not stopping until she can rest her chin on my chest. “You always have been, Grant.”
We stay there for a few minutes before heading to the bathroom. I clean her up in the shower, washing her hair and scrubbing her body, then carry her back to my bed wrapped in a towel. Under the sheets, we spend hours talking.
Morning comes. Sunlight slips through the curtains, but I’m not thinking about practice or any of my other responsibilities.
I have Lia in my arms, and I don’t give a damn about anything else.