Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Chloe
Iwake up slowly, the need to pee pulling me out of sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just lie there, trying to remember where I am.
Then it all comes rushing back. The family dinner. Jessica. Bryant. Driving for hours until my car broke down. Grant pulling over. Coming back to his house. The whiskey. The couch. His hands on me. His mouth. The way he fucked me like he couldn’t get enough.
My cheeks burn at the memory.
I shift slightly and feel a strong arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me firmly against a warm, solid chest. Grant. He’s spooning me from behind, his body curved perfectly around mine. His breathing is slow and even against the back of my neck.
And then I feel it. His cock, half-hard, resting heavily against my ass.
I go completely still. I can’t believe I fucked a stranger last night.
Not just fucked him, I let him come inside me.
I begged him to. I told him I wanted to know what it felt like to have his cum in me.
And it was… God. It was the best sex of my life.
Rough and deep and so fucking intense I can still feel him between my legs.
My face burns hotter. I should probably feel ashamed or embarrassed, waking up naked in a man’s bed after one night. But instead, all I feel is this low, steady throb between my thighs and a strange sense of safety with his arm wrapped around me like this.
Grant shifts slightly in his sleep, his arm tightening around me and pulling me even closer. His cock presses more firmly against my ass, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
I should get up. I really do need to pee. But for a few more seconds, I just lie there, letting myself enjoy the warmth of his body and the way he’s holding me like he doesn’t want to let go.
Eventually, I carefully try to lift his arm so I can slip out of bed without waking him.
Before I can move more than an inch, his voice rumbles low and sleepy behind me. “Where are you going?”
I freeze for a second, then answer quietly, my voice still rough from sleep. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Grant makes a low sound in his throat and loosens his arm just enough for me to move, but he doesn’t fully let go. His hand slides down to rest on my hip instead, his thumb brushing slowly over my skin. “Okay,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. “Hurry back, baby.”
I slip out from under his arm and sit up, suddenly very aware that I’m completely naked. I glance back at him over my shoulder and catch him watching me with heavy eyes, his gaze dragging slowly down my bare back.
My face burns as I stand up and quickly make my way toward the bathroom, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. When I close the bathroom door behind me, I lean against it for a second and let out a shaky breath. What the hell did I get myself into?
I use the bathroom quickly, trying not to think too hard about the fact that I’m standing naked in a stranger’s house after the best sex of my life.
When I’m done, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and almost don’t recognize the girl looking back.
My hair is a mess, there are faint marks on my neck and hips, and I can still feel the dull ache between my legs from how hard Grant fucked me.
I turn on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping in.
The spray is hot and feels amazing on my sore muscles.
I use Grant’s body wash, something clean and woodsy that smells just like him, and lather up, my hands sliding over my body as memories from last night keep flashing through my head.
The way he held me down. The way he growled in my ear.
The way he came inside me so deep I could still feel it.
I press my thighs together under the water and let out a shaky breath.
I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I let a man I just met fuck me without a condom and beg him to fill me up.
But I don’t regret it. Not even a little.
I’m rinsing the soap from my skin when I hear the bathroom door open. I turn just as Grant steps into the shower behind me, completely naked. The sight of his big, strong body makes my breath catch. Water runs down his chest and over the hard lines of his muscles as he moves closer.
Without saying a word, he takes the washcloth from my hands and turns me so my back is against his chest. He starts washing me slowly, his hands gentle but sure as he runs the soapy cloth over my shoulders, down my arms, then across my back.
I close my eyes and lean into him, feeling the heat of his body and the hard press of his cock against my lower back.
His hands slide around to my front, washing my breasts with slow, deliberate strokes, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tighten again.
I bite my lip to hold back a moan as one of his hands moves lower, sliding between my legs to gently clean me there.
“You’re sore,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and rough. “I was too rough with you last night.”
I nod, my breath shaky. “I don’t mind, it felt good.”
He makes a low sound in his throat and keeps washing me, his touch careful but possessive. When he’s done with my body, he sets the washcloth aside and reaches for the shampoo. “Turn around,” he says softly.
I do, and he tilts my head back under the spray to wet my hair. Then his big hands are in my hair, massaging the shampoo into my scalp with slow, firm circles. It feels so good I let out a soft sigh and close my eyes, leaning into his touch.
He treats me like I’m something precious, rinsing my hair carefully, then working conditioner through every strand with the same patient attention.
His fingers are gentle as he combs through the tangles, making sure not to pull.
No one has ever washed my hair like this before.
It makes me feel desired in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with being wanted.
When he’s done, he turns me back around and pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me under the warm spray. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, then another to the side of my neck. His lips linger there, warm and slow, before he turns me fully to face him.
He cups my face with both hands and kisses me on the lips, deep, slow, and tender.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine and he looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with honesty.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me, but I don’t want it to stop. ”
I melt against him under the water, my hands resting on his chest as the steam curls around us. “Neither do I.”
He makes a low sound in his throat and keeps washing me, his touch careful but possessive.
When he’s done with my body, I reach for the washcloth and soap, then turn him around so I can wash his back.
My hands move slowly over his broad shoulders and down the strong lines of his back, tracing every muscle.
He lets out a low, contented sound as I work the soap into his skin, and it makes me smile.
I wash his arms and his chest next, then sink down to my knees in front of him. I gently clean his thighs, then look up at him as I wrap my hand around his thickening cock. Without a word, I lean in and take him into my mouth.
Grant groans, one hand coming to rest in my wet hair. “Fuck, Chloe…”
I suck him slowly at first, then deeper, moaning around him as I taste the mix of soap and his skin.
He gets fully hard in my mouth, thick and heavy on my tongue.
I work him with my hand and mouth, looking up at him the whole time.
The water cascades over us as I bob my head faster, taking as much of him as I can.
“Shit… just like that,” he growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You look so fucking good on your knees for me.”
I moan louder around him, sucking harder, my hand stroking the base of his cock. His hips start to move, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts until his breathing turns ragged.
“I’m close,” he warns, his voice strained.
I don’t pull away. I keep sucking him, looking up into his eyes, wanting it.
With a deep groan, Grant pulls out at the last second and strokes himself. Thick ropes of cum splash across my tits, coating my skin as he comes hard. I watch him, breathing heavy, my pussy throbbing at the sight.
He looks down at me, chest heaving, and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Fuck, baby,” he mutters, voice rough.
He helps me to my feet and we rinse off quickly under the spray, then step out together. Before I can even reach for a towel, Grant’s hands are on my waist. He lifts me effortlessly and sets me on the bathroom counter, the cool marble making me gasp.
He drops to his knees in front of me, spreads my thighs wide, and buries his face between my legs.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my hands flying to his wet hair as his tongue drags through my folds.
He eats me like he’s starving, licking and sucking on my clit with slow, firm strokes while two thick fingers push inside me. I lean back against the mirror, legs shaking as he works me open, curling his fingers just right. “Grant,” I gasp, my hips rocking against his mouth.
He groans against me, the vibration making me whimper. He sucks my clit into his mouth and fucks me with his fingers, fast and deep, until my thighs are trembling around his head.
I come hard, crying out as pleasure crashes through me. My pussy clenches around his fingers and he keeps licking me through it, drawing out every last wave until I’m panting and boneless on the counter.
Grant finally pulls back, his mouth shiny with my arousal. He looks up at me with dark, hungry eyes and licks his lips.