Chapter 26 Grant
Grant
I’ve never felt this kind of hunger before. This single-minded, primal need that’s so strong it’s almost feral.
My life used to revolve around hockey, around schedules and routines and pushing myself to beat my own personal records. Now, at least in this moment, that’s all taken a back seat to her.
To Heather.
I’ve wanted her for what feels like a lifetime but has only been a few short weeks. And now I have her. In my house, in bed, lying naked underneath me.
Fuck, I’m still high from the taste of her, but there’s still so much I want to do.
I look down into her eyes, which are still glazed with that post-orgasmic haze, and the thought that I did that to her makes me want her even more.
She sucks in a sharp breath as if she’s snapping back from an out-of-body experience, and she reaches down between her legs to touch that swollen, dripping pussy.
All mine.
The possessive urge is so unexpectedly strong that it takes me by surprise, and I gently bat her hand away so I can replace it with my own.
Mine.
I want to be the one who gives her pleasure. The only one. I want her to need me, to crave the things that only I can do for her.
I slip a finger inside her, then a second one. And fuck, I love the way her eyes flutter shut and her lips part as a low, needy whimper escapes. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I slowly start to fuck her with my fingers, curling them upward inside her until her hips jerk and her eyes roll back.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me already.”
“I can’t help it.” She moans and rocks her hips up to meet the rhythm of my hand. “You make me like this.”
“And I’m nowhere near done with you.”
She nods, her breath coming faster as I keep going, sticking to my slow, relentless pace while I watch her get worked up all over again.
“Remember when you didn’t think you could make yourself come?” I curl my fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. “Look at you now. So ready for me.”
She shivers, and fuck, I could get off just like this, just from the sight of her coming undone beneath me.
“My Hurricane…” The pet name slips out again, and I watch the way her body responds to it—the way her back arches, the way her inner walls clench around my fingers. “You like when I call you that? My gorgeous little Hurricane. So fucking strong and soft at the same time.”
Her hips thrust up to meet my hand and her thighs squeeze together, trapping my fingers.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I do like it. It makes me feel… oh, fuck. It makes everything feel better.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want.”
I add a third finger to her dripping pussy, going slow as I test her reaction. Her mouth drops open on a gasp, her eyes widening.
“Is it too much?” I ask.
“N-no.” She stammers out the word, then swallows and speaks again. “No. It’s a lot, but it feels so incredible.”
I can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips. “Wait till you feel my cock stretching you open.”
Her eyes go wide. “Yes. God, please, I need that.”
“Show me how much you need it.” I ease all three fingers deeper, loving the little mewling noises she makes. “Come on, beautiful. Take what you want.”
She arches her back and meets my gaze, rocking her hips against my fingers and forcing them deeper until she’s actually fucking herself on my hand.
“Jesus fuck,” I groan, my balls drawing up tight. “Look at you taking my fingers like that.”
“I want more than this, Grant,” she pants, still writhing on the mattress. “I want you inside me. All of you.”
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come in my pants if you keep talking like that.”
It’s impossible to ignore her demands, or the fact that my cock is throbbing so hard it’s almost painful.
I’ve always prided myself on my self-control, but the need I have for her is so powerful and overwhelming that I can’t even think straight.
I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean while she watches with hooded eyes.
“I love how you taste,” I tell her, then sit back on the mattress and slide out of my pajama pants, freeing my throbbing cock. I wrap my hand around myself and stroke slowly while I look down at her. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about?”
Her eyes are glued to my hand as it slides over my thick shaft. I’m already slick with my own pre-cum, and I can’t wait to sink into her.
“Yes,” she murmurs, and I can hear the truth in her voice. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
Fuck. She’s gonna kill me.
I lean forward and slide the head of my cock through her slick folds, teasing both of us. The heat radiating from her is like a fucking drug, and I’m addicted.
Just as I’m positioning myself to finally push inside, I freeze.
“Nooo,” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut as she thrusts her hips toward me, trying to take me inside. “Please don’t stop now.”
“Shit.” I grind the words out through gritted teeth because I’m pissed at myself for not thinking of it earlier. “I need to grab a condom. Hold on.”
Silently cursing myself for every second I have to spend away from her, I hurry down the hall to my bedroom and fumble inside the bedside table drawer until I find a condom. I tear the wrapper open with my teeth as I stride quickly back to Heather’s room and crawl back onto the bed.
I roll the condom down the length of my shaft as quickly as I can, barely aware of her watching me until I see her eyes go wide as she takes in the full view.
I know I’m big—not just down there, but everywhere—and I have to stop myself from grinning at the mixture of arousal and apprehension on her face.
“You can take me, Hurricane. I know you can.” I position myself between her legs again. “It might hurt a little at first, but I’ll go slow. And you can always tell me if it’s too much. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”
“I don’t want you to hold back.” She reaches up and cups my face with one hand. “I want all of you. Everything you’ve got.”
“You’re asking for a lot, Hurricane.” I chuckle, then lean down and kiss her hard. When I pull back, both of us are breathless. “Do you trust me?”
She nods. “I trust you.”
I position the head of my cock at her entrance, and she squirms under me, already desperate.
I want to just drive into her, to bury myself balls-deep and lose myself in her heat, but I force myself to take my time.
I want to memorize every detail of this moment.
Every sound she makes, every curve and contour of her body, the way she says my name and the smell of sex in the room around us.
All of it.
Everything.
There won’t ever be another first time for us.
I ease the first inch into her and she gasps, her body stretching around me. Fuck, she’s so tight I can barely breathe. I’m patient though, sinking into her with tiny, careful thrusts.
“How does that feel?” I rock forward until another inch disappears inside her. “Talk to me, Heather.”
“It’s good. It’s really good.” Her lips part as she lets out a ragged breath. “But you’re so big. I don’t know if—”
“You can do this. Just breathe for me.” I stay still, letting her adjust. “Tell me when you’re ready for more, and if you need to stop, just let me know.”
After a moment, she nods. “Okay. I’m ready. Keep going.”
“That’s my girl.” I push in a little deeper, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re doing so fucking well, taking my cock like this.”
She’s still tight as hell, but she’s so damn wet that I can feel her arousal coating my shaft. I have to fight every instinct I have not to just slam into her. Instead, I ease another inch into her and stop again.
“Oh my god.” She’s panting now, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Grant, you’re so—it’s so much. I feel so full already.”
I can’t help but laugh, even though my entire body is screaming at me to move. “We’re not even halfway there yet, Hurricane. You sure you want all of it?”
“Oh god… holy fuck, how is there more?” Her eyes are wide, almost panicked, but I can see the arousal there too. “Um, maybe I can’t—”
“It’s okay.” I kiss her again, softer this time. “Just keep breathing. We’ll go as slow as you need. Only what you can take.”
I pull out slowly, savoring the drag of her tight walls against my shaft, until just the head is inside her. Then I push back in, a little deeper this time, and she moans.
“See? Your body knows what to do.” I brace my hands on either side of her head, keeping my movements slow and steady. “You’re made to take me, beautiful. Made to take my cock.”
I keep going, taking my time until she starts to rock her hips up to meet my next thrust.
She lets out a breath, making a soft noise in her throat. “That actually feels… really good.”
“Yeah? You want more?”
“Yes. Please, Grant. Give me more.”
I increase the pace slightly, still not going as deep as I want to, but deeper than before. She arches beneath me, making these little needy sounds that are driving me out of my mind.
“I’ve been going crazy thinking about you,” I murmur. “But nothing, nothing could compare to the real thing.”
“Same. Nobody else has ever—”
She breaks off with a moan as I thrust a little harder, and I can feel her body starting to relax around me, accepting my cock more easily.
“Nobody else has ever what?” I ask, some caveman-like part of me desperate to know the answer.
“Made me feel like this. Talked to me like this. Touched me like this. Made me want them this badly.”
Fuck. Hearing her say that almost sends me over the edge before I can stop myself.
“I’m gonna give you everything you need.” I pick up the pace, still only giving her about half of my cock, but thrusting harder now. “Gonna make you feel so good you’ll never forget it.”
“I won’t. I could never forget this.” She wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please, Grant. I need more. I can take it.”
“Not yet, beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you. Please.”
I give in a little, working another inch inside her, and the sight of her struggling to take all of me is so damn hot I can barely stand it.
When I pull out completely, she whimpers at the loss.
“Turn over for me,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended. “Hands and knees.”
She doesn’t hesitate, scrambling to get into position, and the sight of her ass in the air nearly makes me lose my mind. It’s perfectly round and firm, and when she wiggles it slightly and looks back over her shoulder with those big eyes, I have to grip the base of my cock as I clench my jaw.
I slide in again, going a little deeper, and she moans so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear.
“That’s it, Hurricane,” I rasp. “Get loud. Fuck.”
I can feel her body opening up for me in this position, accepting more of my length with each thrust. Two-thirds of my cock is buried inside her now, gripped by her impossibly tight walls, and it feels like I might’ve died and gone to heaven.
But it’s the sounds she’s making that are really pushing me over the edge. She’s alternating between whining and moaning, and the desperate need in her voice is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
She arches her back, trying to take even more, and I have to tighten my grip on her hips to control the pace.
“Nope, beautiful. I set the pace, remember?” I bring my hand down on her ass with a light smack.
She sucks in a breath, her walls clenching hard around my shaft.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Do it again.”
I smack her ass again, just a bit harder this time, and she practically purrs.
“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect.” I can barely think straight. “My dirty girl likes getting spanked while I fuck her?”
“Yes. I… I like everything you do to me.”
“Then you’re gonna love this.” I slide a hand around and find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. “Come for me, Hurricane. Come all over my cock.”
The reaction is immediate. She cries out and starts grinding back against me, fucking herself on my cock while I work her clit.
“That’s it. Use me. Take what you need.”
“I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
I thrust harder and faster, still holding back, careful not to push her past the limits of what she can take. I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I’m determined to make her come first.
“Let yourself fall apart, beautiful,” I practically beg. “Let me feel you.”
“Grant! Oh god, Grant!”
She screams my name as her orgasm hits, and her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I see stars. I keep thrusting through it, prolonging her pleasure as long as I can, but when she says my name one more time, breathless and wrecked, I can’t hold back anymore.
I let myself go, my own release tearing through me as I fill the condom with everything I’ve got. I collapse onto her back, both of us shaking and gasping for air.
When I finally pull out and roll onto my side, I reach down to take the condom off and realize it’s overflowed. She must notice too, because her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open.
“Wow. That’s… a lot.”
I grimace, not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed. “Yeah, uh… that’s never happened before. I guess I just—I don’t know. Honestly, I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “Maybe it’s because I’ve never slept with anyone who turns me on as much as you do.”
She flushes that gorgeous shade of pink that I love so much, and my spent cock does its best to twitch back to life.
I might need a few more minutes to recover after what we’ve just done, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to fuck her again.
And again.
And again.
In fact, we might not get out of bed at all this weekend.