Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
GRAYSON
A little over a month ago
“Hi, this is Suzy. I’m probably somewhere in a desert or ocean, hanging out with some dangerous but cool creatures, where there’s no reception. Please leave your message after the beep, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”
Beep.
“Hey, Mom. It’s been a while since I’ve called you.
I was debating whether to leave a message for Dad or for you, but in the end, I know you’re probably listening to this together.
As you probably know, a woman came into my life in the summer who caught me completely by surprise.
I thought about her for weeks, and call it fate, destiny, or just a coincidence, but we ended up living in the same town, being part of the same university, and someone from her paper just happened to get sick the day she was supposed to interview me, which is how she ended up in my classroom.
” I laugh. “As I said, you guys probably already know this, along with everything that’s happened so far.
I’m sure you’re not proud of the way I’ve been treating her.
We’re in a sort of ‘situationship’ or whatever it’s called now, and I can honestly say I never thought I’d be in one of those at thirty-one years old.
“You guys would love her, fuck, you probably already do. I’m not sure if I’m ready to dive headfirst into a relationship yet, but I also know that if she asked me to be with her, I’d say yes.
The thought of losing her scares me more than the idea of being with her, and the idea alone makes this all the more confusing.
Emma has made me open up in ways I didn’t know I still could.
She makes me happy, and I can tell I have the same effect on her.
Would it be selfish of me to say yes if she asked me to be with her while I’m still terrified of being in a relationship again?
” I sigh and look up at the ceiling. “I really wish I could hear what you guys are saying. It’s probably something along the lines of me being an idiot for not seizing the moment and asking her out sooner.
If you could send me some sign that she could be the one, I’d really appreciate it.
I don’t want another drama-filled relationship like the one I had with Chloe—it’d destroy me.
Emma is…different and special. If it happens, I’d want it to be perfect for her and for me.
There’s no other way of doing it with her. ”
My doorbell rings, and I check my phone, noticing it’s already seven p.m.
“It was nice talking to you, Mom. Say hi to Dad.” I hang up, feeling better after sending my fourth voicemail of the year.
Opening the door, I see someone short holding a giant foiled chocolate turkey in front of their face. Looking down, I notice Emma’s sexy black heels, which probably cost a fortune as most of her clothes do.
“Hello?” I say, waiting for her to move the foiled, gigantic turkey.
She finally lowers it, revealing her big grin, red nose, and wide blue eyes filled with excitement.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Emma wiggles past my door and sets the giant turkey on the kitchen counter. “This turkey looks light, but it is mighty heavy. It’s filled with whiskey-infused chocolates, though.”
“You carried that all the way here from your dorm?”
She scoffs. “As if. I took a cab.” I nod, and she continues. “I thought we could binge on this after…you know.” Emma waggles her brows.
Only Emma could make a chocolate turkey sound sexy. “Thanksgiving isn’t until next wee—” My mind goes blank as my dick swells when she takes her jacket off, revealing she’s wearing the plaid skirt I once mentioned I loved with a white crop top.
My hands fist at my sides when she takes her first step toward me. “Aren’t you going to fulfill my dirty fantasies, Professor? You know, the ones you mentioned to me last week over the phone?”
She remembers my dirty talk during a late-night phone call we had. It was in the heat of the moment, and she went along with it, talking just as filthy as I was. I didn’t think anything would come from it, yet here she is, willing to do anything I want. Fucking perfect.
Swallowing loudly enough for her to hear, I begin to loosen my tie, which I still haven’t taken off, only just getting home twenty minutes ago. “Do you still want me to spank you until your ass is bright red?”
Emma nods, and her breaths grow shallow as she reaches me. “Yes. I want you to punish me.”
Fuck.
“Go to the corner desk, lie face down, ass up, and wait for me there.”
“Yes, Professor.”
She saunters away, and I peek over my shoulder, biting my lip to keep in a groan at the way her hips move.
Getting to my bedroom quickly, I take the two things I need to fulfill my end of the fantasy, and bring them to the living room where my desk sits in the corner, facing the outside view.
It’s dark out, and my blinds hide Emma watching me with a smile, in the position I asked her to get into.
The skirt barely covers her ass, and I lick my lips, taking slow, steady steps.
She’s so beautiful, but she’s not entirely mine. Mine in the way I need her for now, but that still doesn’t feel like enough.
“What’s behind your back, Professor?” she asks, keeping the game going.
“Something I think could improve the experience, Ms. Haywood. If you’re feeling up for something that’ll make your ass feel good as I spank it.”
Reaching her, I slowly pull the skirt over her ass and find that she’s not wearing any panties. I tsk, pretending to be disappointed. Meanwhile, my cock twitches at the sight.
“Tell me, Ms. Haywood. Have you ever had anal sex?”
I run my hand up her thigh to one of her cheeks that makes her shiver. “Once, but it was only for a second because it hurt too much.”
I hum, spreading her cheeks for a moment.
“Did the guy prep you at all?” She shakes her head as much as she can in her position.
“I want to try something with you, but I need you to relax and trust me.” Dragging a hand over her slit, making her gasp and feeling how wet she is, I ask, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course I trust you.”
Those words hit me hard, and I halt my movements. Emma trusts me just as I trust her—with my body, secrets, and possibly more. Here I am about to take something she’s willing to give me, give me the last part of her body that has yet to be touched properly, and I’m too cowardly to be anything more?
I don’t deserve the kind of trust she’s offering me.
“Grayson?”
I blink my eyes a couple of times, returning from my intrusive thoughts. “Sorry, I got distracted.”
Emma stands, pauses the roleplay for a moment, and cups my cheek. “Are you okay? You looked…well, you kind of looked like me when I’m overthinking, but sadder.”
Leaning into her touch for just a second, I grab her hips and press her body against mine.
“I’m fine.”
She looks between my eyes, pursing her lips. Knowing Emma, she’s trying to read my mood and whether I’m telling the truth. The truth right now is that I’m not ready to talk about this, and I don’t want to spoil the night.
Taking in a deep breath, she nods and lets it go. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I kiss her softly, then deeper, rubbing my hard cock against her. In a few minutes, I’m fucking her up against a wall, then on the couch, and finally on the rug in the living room.
The toy I brought with me—a vibrating butt plug—is no longer necessary as we are clearly not fulfilling that fantasy today, but we have plenty of time to try new things. At least, I hope so.
Grabbing it from the pocket of my jeans that are nearby, I turn it on, but instead of rubbing her clit, I lay it on her nipples. Her back arches the most it ever has, and a scream fills the room as her pussy clamps my dick, making me groan.
“Fuck. You like that, Princess?” She nods and bites her lip. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, I can barely move.”
She looks at me, eyes wide. “Is that what you were going to put in my ass?”
“Yes.” Emma screams as I rub it against her clit and back up to her nipples. I close my eyes, thrusting faster, knowing she’s going to come soon.
“Grayson,” she breathes.
“Do you want to come?” I growl.
“Yes.” Her eyebrows turn inward. “Oh God, yes.”
“Then come on my cock. Give it to me.”
Emma’s body trembles as she lets out a guttural sound. Her pussy spasms around my dick, and after three more pumps, I’m filling her with my cum.
I throw myself on top of her and continue to move, emptying myself completely.
“I love hearing you whimper for me,” she says against my neck. I moan at the lust in her voice. “It’s so sexy.”
I don’t tell her that she’s the only woman who’s ever triggered that sound from me, that feeling of never getting enough of her. Whenever we finish, I just want to keep going. I want to ravage her from the inside out.
“I feel the same about you coming. Your screams are a thing of beauty, Princess. Never stop screaming for me.”
Emma caresses my back and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
“As long as you have me, I never will.”
And how long is that going to be?
After we clean up and get dressed, Emma goes to the kitchen and looks at what she brought. “Isn’t it weird that this was the last turkey they had? I wasn’t planning on coming over, but when I saw this, I knew I had to show it to you. Well, after I changed, that is.”
I freeze and look up. I’m technically staring at my ceiling, but what I’m really focused on is the sky beyond it. I tilt my head and think, Seriously, guys? This was the sign?