14. Chapter 14
H oly fuck. The mouth on this man. Grant Campbell has always had a dirty mouth in bed, but right now, it’s fucking filthy. It’s raw and unfiltered and perfectly him.
And I love every second of it.
As each word left his mouth, it scorched me from the inside out, leaving me hot and desperate for him. It wasn’t what he was doing to me, with his mouth and those glorious fingers, but the way he told me how he felt about my body. The way he praised every inch of me like I was something sacred.
Like I was his .
And maybe that’s exactly what I am.
“Get on all fours, Peach. Show me how ready that greedy cunt is for my cock.”
Heat rushes through me, my pussy clenching as I replay his words. I’m not na?ve; I know that “cunt” is used in spicy novels, but I’ve never heard it in real life. And let me say, it was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Maybe romance novels are on to something.
I roll onto my side first, catching my breath as I brace a hand against the mattress. My limbs tremble slightly, but I push myself up. With my knees planted firmly, I press my hands deep into the mattress. My body tilts forward, belly heavy beneath me as I wiggle my ass in the air.
I’m hit with a wave of insecurity at being in such a vulnerable position.
In the past, I’ve never had an issue being on all fours, but it’s different this time.
It’s exposing all the new curves of my body.
My hips are fuller, there’s obviously a bowling ball strapped to my front, and swelling in my limbs.
Not to mention, the hack job I’ve done on shaving my pussy because I can’t even see it anymore.
My skin flushes with heat as a slight wave of embarrassment hits me.
But then a groan sounds from behind me, and as I peek over my shoulder, I watch Grant run a hand down his face, taking in the sight of me.
Dark desire swirls through his hazel eyes, and any remnants of embarrassment are replaced with need.
Seeing him so far gone for me is a craving I didn’t know I needed.
His gaze is locked on my ass, so I give him a small wiggle.
A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he places a knee onto the bed.
In slow, calculated movements, Grant slides across the bed until his large body cages me in.
I can feel his heat against my backside.
The tips of his fingers graze my spine, and goosebumps erupt over my skin.
Grant stills behind me, breath catching as he leans next to my ear. “You okay, Peach?”
I nod slowly. Once. Twice. Three times. “More than okay.”
With a final glance over my shoulder, our eyes lock, and it’s at this moment that our eyes are relaying everything we’re feeling.
It’s the perfect moment because I don’t think I could describe the way Grant Campbell makes me feel.
It’s desired and cherished. It’s seen and appreciated.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. And this moment is only supposed to be one time.
A way for him to take the edge off. He’s doing this for me.
The room is quiet, with only the soft hum of the AC unit and the birds chirping outside. After a beat of silence, I finally force the words from my mouth. “I need you, Grant. Please, make me feel good.”
Leaning forward, his lips find mine at an awkward angle. “I’ve got you, Peach,” he mumbles against my mouth.
The mattress dips as he takes his place behind me. Rough, strong hands stroke along my hips before he caresses my thigh.
A shiver runs through me, and God, I want this. I want him.
It should terrify me to start something between us. How badly I need him. How easily he gave in to my request. We both know it’s supposed to be just sex, but is it ever really just sex?
And it should terrify me how right this feels.
With two fingers, he slides them up my slit.
I moan at the contact, already a wet, needy mess as my lashes flutter shut.
Grant shoves those two fingers inside of me, and my hips buck against his hand.
He begins pumping his digits, working me over as I feel his length grow harder against the back of my leg.
“Fuck, Grant. Fuck, this feels so good,” I pant into the mattress.
“Yeah, sweetheart? And it’s only my fingers. Wait until my cock is buried deep inside your pussy.”
His other hand abandons my hip as he moves it around to my front.
While he continues finger-fucking me, his other fingers brush my clit, sending an electrical current through my body as I move against him.
I moan again, this time louder. He moves his hand, pumping deeper inside me and hitting the soft spot before flicking his fingers over my G-spot.
The friction and the movement have me gripping the sheets tighter to keep my balance on my elbows.
My hips buck as he circles my clit in tighter circles, applying more pressure each time.
“You’re so tight, Savannah. Ready to come again?”
I nod as a whimper leaves me.
“You’re going to soak my fingers until your cum drips down my arm, Peach. Then I’m going to sink my cock deep inside you.”
I moan, my face twisting as he applies even more pressure to my clit. Dark spots erupt in my vision as I feel myself clench around him. I’m gripping his fingers so tightly I feel like I could break them.
“Right there, Grant.” Another moan rips free as my stomach tightens, fluttering at the way he’s making me feel. “Don’t stop. That’s it. Oh god.”
I don’t even care about the sounds I’m making as my screams mix with the wet noises of his fingers inside me.
I cry out as he finally pushes me over the edge.
My breath catches in my throat as I scream his name, no longer caring about the early hour and having neighbors.
I want the entire world to know what Grant Campbell does to me.
His fingers are as magical as a musician strumming his guitar.
He finds the perfect rhythm to set me off until we’re producing our own beautiful harmony.
“Fuck, Peach,” he grits out as he removes his fingers. I tilt my head over my shoulder and watch him use my orgasm to coat his long length. He fists his cock and pumps a few times as he aligns himself at my entrance.
Our eyes meet as he sinks inside me. I cry out—half pleasure, half overly sensitive from the multiple orgasms. My eyes shutter, and he groans as I work at taking him inch by inch, painstakingly slow.
“Damn, sweetheart. You feel like fucking heaven.”
My arms tremble beneath me as I fight to keep myself upright.
Note to self: start lifting light weights.
His hands grip my hips—gentle, but firm enough to keep me steady. My walls stretch around his thick cock. It’s intense, but delicious. He’s deeper in this position. Grant stills, allowing me time to adjust to his size. He’s everything I remember.
When I’m ready, I push back against him, wiggling my hips. The sensation has my toes curling, and I know it’s not going to take much before I’m coming…again. Grant slowly starts to pull out before he’s thrusting forward until he’s fully inside me.
“That’s it, Peach. Take my cock like a good girl.”
I moan louder. Dirty talk only spurs me on.
There’s something about a man telling you how good you make him feel that drives me wild.
He loosens the grip of one of his hands as he starts pistoning his hips.
Each time I think he’s going to slip free, my walls clench him harder, causing him to moan and pant.
His free hand slides up my spine before he rakes his short fingernails down my skin.
It causes a chill to spread all over my body, making my core pulse.
He palms my butt cheek before kneading the flesh, and I push back against him, matching his speed.
His fingers coast across my skin, spreading my cheeks, before his thumb slides down my crack.
Grant’s thumb circles my tight entrance, the unexpected touch causing me to jolt, but I don’t ask him to stop.
Ever-so-slowly, he applies more pressure against my back entrance. The grip on my hip intensifies as he pumps harder inside of me.
“Grant,” I breathe out, sounding like another whimper as I press my ass against him.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well, taking my cock. Feel how it stretches you.” His words are rough as he presses against my hole.
“Don’t stop, Grant.” My eyelids flutter shut as I rock in time with him. “Harder. I need it harder.”
He pauses momentarily. His thumb quits tracing my entrance as the grip on my hip lessens, and he slowly rocks inside of me. It’s the opposite of what I want, but then I hear his voice laced with concern. “It’s not going to hurt the baby?”
“No.” I shake my head. “The baby will be fine. Me, on the other hand…” I trail off as he lets out a sigh.
“Good.” His voice is gravelly as he grips me tighter.
His pace quickens as he starts fucking me thoroughly from behind.
At this angle, my boobs rub against the sheets with each thrust, causing a delicious friction to form deep in my belly.
With his hips moving faster, he pumps his cock in and out without abandon.
His thrusts grow faster, more urgent—we’re both teetering on the edge.
“Goddamn, Peach. This pussy was made to take my cock.”
I take everything he gives me. “Grant, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Oh my god, don’t fucking stop.”
“Come all over my cock, sweetheart,” Grant grunts, his grip biting into my flesh at my hip.
Panting moans ricochet off the walls in a symphony of sounds.
I can’t tell which noises belong to who, both of us feeling the magnitude of this moment.
With a few final drives, I stop trying to muffle my cries, coming hard—harder than I ever have—pushing back against him to pull him over the edge with me.
As Grant continues pumping into me, more sporadic and calculated, my pussy only squeezes him tighter.
Both of us ride out the wave of euphoria.
Warmth spreads throughout my languid body while Grant’s hips slow.
His arm snakes around my hips, holding me upright to keep my body from sagging into a heap.
As he collapses onto his side, he drags me down next to him until my back is flush against his front.
His lips find the spot where my neck meets my shoulder as he peppers tiny kisses.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Savannah.”
I hum, completely spent as my eyes try to stay open. Our chests heave from the exertion.
We lie like that for another few moments, our legs tangled, his cock softening inside of me, my head tucked under his chin as he rubs slow circles against my belly. Jellybean flutters against his touch, and his thumb pauses.
“Did… Did she just move?” His voice is soft, cautious, and it’s so sweet.
I nod. “She did.”
He snorts as we fall back into the moment. It’s the calm after the storm. The kind of silence that means something.
I want to spend the rest of my day right here with him.
But then reality comes slamming back to the present.
“Shit. I’m so late.” He sighs, reading the time on his watch.
With a groan, I press back against him. “Call in sick.”
“I wish.” Grant's lips brush against my neck again before he slides out of me. I can feel his release trail down my thigh. It’s erotic and nearly has my thighs clenching again.
Seriously, get it together, hormones.
I pull back and watch as Grant slowly sits up. Propping on an elbow, he brushes a loose piece of hair away from my face as he smiles down at me. I love seeing Grant like this. Happy and tender. No broodiness in sight.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Stay in my bed. Sleep a little more, and I’ll see you tonight when you get home from work.”
“I’ll think about it.”
He groans dramatically, standing and searching for his clothes. “Always so stubborn.”
“And you love it.”
Grant pauses from where he bent down to grab his boxers. His eyes find mine as seriousness morphs his features. “Yeah, I do.”
I don’t say anything. I lie there, watching as he pulls on his khaki shorts and a CTU athletic shirt. He ruffles his messy hair in the mirror before placing his CTU cap on last. Before he leaves the room, he leans down, kissing me again. Only this kiss is longer, softer. “Promise me something?”
“What?” I whisper.
“No spiraling and overthinking what happened. It was real. It was fucking fantastic. So let’s let nature run its course.”
I nod slowly as the weight of his words sinks into my chest like an anchor I didn’t know I needed. Because he’s right—he knows I’ll spiral the second I hear the door close.
“See you tonight, Peach.”
He grins, flashing me a wink, and then he’s gone.
And I let the weight of the morning slam down on me as I close my eyes.