66. Amelia
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AMELIA
NOVEMBER, ONE SEASON AGO
Me
Remind me when you land?
GE
We have an hour left in the flight, thank fuck.
I’m going to sprint off the plane and head right for you!
Me
Two weeks is too long to go without seeing each other, and FaceTime isn’t the same.
GE
I know. Feels like I’m dying when you’re not around.
Not sure how the hell I survived all those years you were in Denver.
Me
Same. At least we’re both off the next two days so we can do nothing but stay in bed.
I missed you so much.
GE
I missed you too, baby.
What are you wearing?
Me
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One of the shirts I stole from you.
GE
Fuck. I like seeing you in my bed.
Me
Thanks for giving me a key.
GE
I’m about to put you on the goddamn lease.
Look at your legs.
Lift the shirt up so I can see more?
Me
You can be patient, can’t you?
GE
Cruel woman!!!
Two weeks without seeing Grant, and I rush into his arms when he gets home.
“Hi,” I murmur, deadbolting the door behind him. I inhale the familiar scent of his cologne and relish in the heaviness of his palm on the small of my back. “That took so long.”
“Accident on the highway and construction a few blocks from here.” He holds me close, walking me backward until my shoulders press against the foyer wall. His hand slips under the hem of my shirt, fanning out over my stomach. “Fuck. I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I breathe out, cupping his face. “Don’t leave on a six-game road trip again, okay?”
“I’m calling the league tomorrow to ask if they can fix our schedule for the rest of the year.” Grant kisses me, a soft press of his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Might put you on the phone with the commissioner. You can be very convincing.”
“Are you hungry? You had a cross-country flight, and I can—”
“Don’t need food. Just need you.” He pulls away and lowers to his knees in the middle of the room. “I’ve dreamed about going down on you every second I’ve been gone, Lia. Put me out of my misery and let me taste you.”
Lust rips through me. I thread my fingers in his hair and nod, anticipation building low in my stomach when he presses an open-mouthed kiss on the hem of my shirt.
“Please,” I whisper. I tug on his hair, pulling tight. “I’ve dreamed about it too.”
“Did you touch yourself while I’ve been gone?” He bunches my shirt in one hand, holding it right under my breasts. He kisses my shin and runs his tongue up my calf. “Or have you held back?”
“I couldn’t help myself.” My lips part with an exhale when he snaps the waistband of my underwear against my hip. “After we’d hang up, I’d get off and imagine you were right next to me, but I know the real thing is going to be even better. Take off my underwear, Grant.”
“You’re not supposed to be the boss tonight.” He lifts my foot by the ankle and sets it on his shoulder. “We’re going to play by my rules.”
“I don’t care what rules we play by. Just do something.”
“You’re pretty when you beg, baby.” Grant’s laugh is rough against the inside of my thigh. He nips at my skin, leaving a mark behind. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please.” The word is a ragged whisper when he drags my underwear down my legs and tosses the lace toward the lamp on the table. I squirm at the feeling of being bare in front of him, at the heat of his mouth. “Please, Grant.”
Our eyes meet. Grant licks his thumb, sucking on it until it’s wet. He pops it out of his mouth and presses it against my clit, drawing a slow circle that has my head dropping against the wall and a low groan rattling out of me.
“How’s this for something?” He lets go of my shirt and uses his other hand to push two fingers inside me.
“More,” I say, a shell of myself when he curls his fingers and hits a spot not even my toys can reach. The stretch is sublime. “Fuck. That feels so good.”
“Do you know what my favorite thing about you is, Lia?”
Grant leans forward. His eyes never leave mine as he sticks out his tongue and follows the path of his thumb. Meticulous, teasing. I gasp, sinking into the long-awaited sensation.
“No,” I practically pant, all dignity gone. “What?”
“You’re so polished in every part of your life: Your suits.
Your hair and your makeup. Your tenacity and how hard you work.
” He adds a third finger, and color sparks behind my eyelids.
I roll my hips to chase the friction, to bring myself closer to release.
“But when you’re with me, you let your guard down.
You’re not afraid to be loud or desperate.
” Grant swirls his tongue against me, and I swear I almost combust. It’s heaven and hell wrapped in one, even more so when his fingers pick up speed.
“And you know how much I love desperate and loud.”
I put my hand on the back of his head, pressing his face between my legs like I’m trying to suffocate him. My moan splinters in half when he fucks me with his fingers. I scramble to hold something else to keep myself upright, grabbing the table and knocking a book over in the process.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers like a prayer.
I cry out when he uses his thumb again, a rough circle right at my center that has me thrusting my hips against his fingers.
Desperate, horny, and using him for the ecstasy I crave.
“God, Amelia. I’ve been thinking about your tight pussy for days. ”
Pleasure is a sharp and delicious ache that starts low in my belly as he holds me in place with a forearm.
He’s strong, totally in control, and knowing I can’t move even if I wanted to only fuels the fire of delirious stretch I crave. Mind-numbing bliss crests over me while he circles me with careful precision. While he watches with half-parted lips and lust-drunk eyes.
“That’s my beautiful girl,” he says, and I almost melt. “Thank you for letting me be in control. Thank you for letting me be the one to do this with you.”
The sweet tone of his voice and the filthy way he fucks me is too much. It’s a rough wave that yanks me out to sea. I’m buoyed, my body shaking when he licks me again, and the swipe of his tongue is enough to push me over the edge.
An orgasm rushes through me, and I grind on his fingers. I’m greedy, chasing it for as long as I can. He lets me, his thumb in place while I try to slow my breathing until he lowers my foot back to the floor.
He stands, his hand in front of my face.
“Taste yourself,” he says. “I want you to lick your cum off me.”
I almost stumble at the command, but my body acts of its own accord. My lips part, a soft moan working free when he rests his fingers on my tongue. I tip my head, hollowing out my cheeks so I can suck his fingers in my mouth.
Grant’s wide pupils tell me he must like this, and he adjusts himself over his sweatpants with his free hand. I don’t stop, treating his fingers like I would his cock. When he finally pulls his hand away, drool hangs from my lips.
“Shit.” He steps back and closes his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” I touch my face, my cheeks pink. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You could never do anything wrong.” Long eyelashes flutter open. His gaze pins me, intensity behind his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”
“Why won’t you tell me?” I put a palm on his shirt and find his heart racing. “I’m not going to judge you.”
“I’m still trying to figure out the things I like—my kinks and all of that. Watching you lick your fingers…” Grant dips his chin. “It made me not want to be careful with you. It made me want to make a mess of you so everyone knows you’re mine.”
“What kind of mess?” I twist his shirt in my grip. “Maybe we can try it.”
“I want to leave bruises on you from holding you tight—not hurting you. Never anything like that. Just because it’s hard.
Rougher than how I usually touch you. I want to smear your lipstick and leave bite marks on your shoulder and tits.
And…” He trails off, a tremor to his voice.
A secret he’s afraid to reveal. “I want to finish on you. On your chest. Your ass.” He drops his hand between us, a single finger at my entrance.
“In here, without a condom. I want to watch you on television and know I filled you up with my cum the night before.”
My brain nearly short-circuits.
It’s the most forward he’s been since we got together, and I lick my lips. I take a beat to process his desires, not surprised when my body hums in agreement. I’ve never done any of that before, but with him, I want to.
I want to do everything.
“Rough and messy,” I say. “I want that too.”
Grant closes the distance between us and kisses me. He lifts me in his arms and carries me down the hall, not stopping until he sets me on his bed. He steps back, eyes sweeping over my body when I take off my shirt and lean on my elbows.
“Lia,” he says, my name is a fractured sound. “You know how much I adore you. How much I respect and look up to you, right?”
“I do.” I stare at the tattoo on his hand, at the way he gapes at my naked body like he’s seeing me for the first time. Awed and obsessed, even now. “I’ve always known that.”
“I promise that will still be the case after tonight.” He makes quick work of his own shirt, pulling it over his head. “But for the next thirty minutes, I’m going to fucking debase you.”
“Show me,” I say. “Show me that you deserve to disrespect me.”
“How?” It’s a plea as he takes off his pants. He’s left in his briefs, his cock straining against the seam. “I’ll do anything.”
“Crawl to me, Grant. Prove that you should be the one doing this to me.”
He drops to the floor without a second thought. Palms flat on the rug, perched on his knees. He lifts his chin, looking up at me.
“Like this?” he asks, and I squeeze my thighs together.
“That’s very good,” I say, and he beams at the praise. “Come and get your prize.”