Chapter 32 Heather #2
He doesn’t waste any time shoving his pants and boxers down around his thighs, only pausing for a few seconds to fish a condom from his wallet before tearing it open and rolling it down his thick length.
He strokes it a few times and I’m almost entranced by his big hand sliding up and down.
I lick my lips when he finally releases his cock, then moan out loud when he pulls my panties down so fast that they rip a little.
“Hike that dress up and wrap your legs around me.”
I barely have time to parse the words before he lifts me off my feet and pins me against the wall. My body responds before my brain can catch up, and my legs instinctively find their way around his waist.
“I’ll try to go slow,” he says, pressing the head against my wet pussy. “I don’t want to hurt you, but damn, I’ve been dreaming about being inside you again.”
“You don’t have to go slow,” I say, grinding against him until I can feel him starting to push inside. “I can take it all. I need all of you, Grant. Every inch.”
The stretch is intense, but I’m so wet and relaxed from that first orgasm that he’s able to slide every thick inch all the way inside. I cling to him, breathing heavily as he fills me up completely.
“Jesus fuck, Hurricane,” he groans once he’s fully buried. “The way you grip me. I could live the rest of my life with my cock inside you.”
He slides out slowly, then pumps back in as I dig my nails into his shoulders and bite back a moan.
“It feels so good,” I say as my body starts to adjust to him. “More, please. Harder.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
“I’m sure,” I promise. “I want all of you.”
He gives me what I’m asking for, pounding into me so hard that it feels like we’re going to break through the wall. I know for sure that we’re too loud, that anyone passing by will surely hear, but I can’t seem to make myself care.
I need this.
I need him.
And I’m not willing to hold back.
“Let go, Hurricane.” He grunts as he pulls out and pushes all the way back in. “Come all over my cock.”
“Oh god, I’m so close. But I want you to come with me. At the same time. While you’re deep inside me.”
He grits his teeth, his jaw ticking as he continues thrusting. “Fuck yeah. I’m almost there. Tell me when, beautiful. Let me know when you’re about to come.”
I only last a few more seconds before it becomes too much. I’m so full and stretched around him that every movement, every thrust is threatening to send me over the edge.
“Now,” I pant out just as my vision starts to blur. “Kiss me while you come.”
His cock throbs deep inside me, and his mouth finds mine as we both chase our release.
Our bodies rock together, and I can feel every muscle in his shoulders tense under my fingers.
His cock pulses as he empties himself into the condom, but I can still feel the heat of him, and it’s enough to send me flying over the edge.
He kisses me deeper, swallowing my moans and keeping me steady as we both come apart. It feels like an eternity passes before we finally separate, and the only sound is from the two of us trying to catch our breath.
He presses his forehead to mine, then gives me a soft, surprisingly tender kiss before letting me down. “Jesus, I needed that.”
I try to pull my panties up, but they’re in tatters. Instead, I hold them up for him to see before I shove them into my clutch. “Speaking of ruined… I’m not going to be able to walk right for the rest of the night.”
He looks so proud of himself that I have to laugh before kissing him again. “Come on. We have to get out of here before they send a search party.”
I take his hand to lead the way back to the door, when I realize we’ve knocked over one of the orchids on the display next to us. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I try to set it upright, but it’s broken and I’m only making things worse. Plus, now I have potting soil on my hands.
“Dammit,” I mutter.
“Don’t worry, Hurricane. I’ll make a donation to the greenhouse,” Grant says with a chuckle. “A big one. It’ll be fine, I promise.”
“Okay.” I stop trying to fix the mess, acknowledging that it’s a lost cause.
Grant kisses me again as we head toward the door, and it’s hard to care so much about the orchid or the fact that we just had sex down the hallway from a fundraiser where my sister, my daughter, and my boss are probably all looking for me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I could keep doing this all night. But I’ll be good. Starting…” One more quick kiss, then he smiles and takes a step back to open the door. “Now. After you.”
I do my best to straighten my dress and make sure everything is where it should be as we hurry down the hallway together. Both shoes are on my feet. Both earrings are in my ears. My panties are in my clutch, but at least they’re accounted for.
Everything else will have to be good enough.
“Ready?” Grant asks as we make it back to the door that leads into the main event space.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
He opens the door for me and gropes my ass with one big hand as I step through, then he’s right by my side like we never left.
I’ve barely taken two steps before I hear my name, and I freeze like a deer caught in headlights as my sister makes a beeline for us.
“Heather! Grant! There you are.” Margo eyes both of us suspiciously.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.” She stops right in front of me and looks me up and down as I try to think of a halfway-reasonable excuse for why I’ve been gone with Grant for what feels like hours but was probably only about fifteen minutes.
I glance at the clock. Okay, maybe closer to twenty-five minutes. Damn.
“I was just, um…” I swallow hard, hoping Grant will chime in at any second, since he apparently fucked all the coherent thoughts out of my brain.
“Wait.” Margo’s brows furrow as she reaches for my head. “Is that a leaf in your hair?”
Oh shit.