“Take me to bed, Grant,” I whisper against his lips as he walks us down a long hallway.
His room has an entire wall of windows, with the moonlight bouncing across the surfaces, making it glow. There’s a massive bed in the middle of the far left wall, and honestly, his place looks like a luxury five-star resort.
He slides me down his body slowly, his eyes locked on mine.
“Tonight,” he pushes my hair over my shoulder as he leans down and kisses my neck softly, “you’re mine. All of you,” he says as he continues trailing kisses. I let my head loll back as a shiver runs through my body.
“I have no interest in teasing you or toying with you, Leigh.” He pulls the straps of my dress off my shoulders before yanking the top portion down my body.
“There’s a zipper.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he says, grabbing the edges of the dress and tearing the back so it can fit down my body and over my hips. The dress pools at my feet as his tongue delves back into my mouth. I kick the dress to the side as he walks me to the edge of the bed, pushing me until I fall backward.
“Take off your panties and bra,” he commands as he slides his suit coat down his arms, folding it carefully and placing it on a chair in the corner. “Now,” he says, not even looking at me.
I want to tell him to fuck right off, but his demeanor has me entranced. Is he always like this in the bedroom?
I reach around, unhooking my bra and pulling the straps down my arms. I watch as he walks back over to me, pulling his shirt off and repeating the process of folding it before undoing his pants. My mouth is watering, waiting for him to reveal himself to me fully. I watch as his back ripples with his movements, the muscles accentuated by the moonlight. A dark curl falls over one eye as he watches me lift my hips and slide my panties down my legs. A strap gets caught on my heel and I lean forward to remove it and undo the strap on the shoe.
“Don’t.” He kicks his pants off along with his socks, placing them on the chair as his glorious cock bounces with the movement. I stop, leaning back on the bed and propping myself up on my elbows as he saunters over to me.
“I’ve had nothing but images of these heels by my ears ever since I saw you in them last week.” He drops down to his knees in front of me, grabbing my ankle and bringing it up to his lips. He places a soft kiss on the inside, repeating the process up my calf before dropping it down and repeating it all with my other leg.
I want to sit up and stare at him, to take in his Adonis-like physique, but I can’t focus when his featherlight kisses are trailing closer and closer to my wet center. I moan, finally giving in and lying back, allowing myself to get lost in the sensations taking over my body.
“You smell like fucking heaven.” His words vibrate against my skin as his tongue snakes out, licking up my entire slit. I grip the sheets, my hips bucking upward slightly at the sensation. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this. I’m almost embarrassed at how quickly my body is ready to explode. I’m teetering on the edge—a taut band stretched tightly, ready to snap at any second.
“Yes, right there,” I moan, reaching down between my thighs and gripping Grant’s silky curls in my hands, my nails digging slightly into his scalp. I tug and he hisses, the slight pain spurring him on as he doesn’t relent his oral assault on my lady parts. His hands come up to my inner thighs, forcing them to stay open as my orgasm washes over me.
He slides two fingers into me, slipping them all the way inside and then pulling them out. He licks them clean then repeats the process a few more times. The heat in his eyes is raw and animalistic—pure unbridled lust that I’ve never seen before.
He doesn’t miss a beat. He grabs a condom from his bedside table, sliding it down his length before positioning himself at my entrance. He repeats the same slow, deep movements with his cock that he did with his fingers. He’s thick and long and my body struggles to accommodate him. After a few strokes though, I’m so slick with desire that my body welcomes him inside me.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough,” he mutters as his eyes devour me. They feel like they’re going to burn my flesh. “Your tits,” he grits the words out, the muscles in his chest and abdomen flexing as he thrusts into me, his hands gripping my ankles. His movements grow rapid, wild, and untamed as my breasts bounce with the movement.
“Ohhhh,” is the only word I can form, the only word that tumbles from my lips as I reach my hand down and circle my clit as he pounds into me. His strokes are so deep and methodical—a man who truly understands the difference between harder and faster.
“I’m going to come,” I whine as my head falls back and my eyes roll up into my head.
“Let me watch you,” he says, staring down my body again as I come undone. My toes curl and my back arches as waves of electricity jolt my body. I see an explosion of color behind my eyelids as I squeeze them so tightly I’m afraid they’ll never open again.
I’ve barely come down from my high before Grant pulls himself from me and reaches down to flip me onto my belly.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands. I look back over my shoulder, placing my hands beneath myself to do as he says, when I feel a sharp sting on my ass cheek. The sound of slapping flesh rings throughout the room.
“Ow!”
“Now,” he says, and the tenor of his voice is something I’ve never heard from him before.
I’m barely on my knees when his hands grip my waist, pulling back to impale me on his cock. I gasp, my elbows buckling, but he holds me up as he drives himself into me over and over again. I can hear the sound of our flesh slapping against each other, his grunts echoing around the room. He lifts a leg, placing it on the lip of the bed frame for leverage as he deepens his strokes.
“Oh God!” I moan as he drives into me two more times before holding himself deep inside me. He crumples on top of me, his warm, sweaty chest against my back. His breath comes out in small, warm puffs against my cheek.
“That was . . .” he says, hooking his arm around my waist and rolling over so I’m lying next to him on the bed.
“Yeah,” I say, neither of us finishing the thought. The room is quiet and I’m suddenly very aware of my nakedness, as is Grant. He reaches his arms around me, cupping my breasts in his hands, his low voice rumbling against my back.
“These are the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.” He rubs his thumbs over my hard nipples, a small tingle shooting straight to my core.
“Oh, please, with the amount you’ve seen, I’m sure there’s far better out there.” I don’t know why I say it, but I do. His hands fall away from me and he pulls himself to sit up on the edge of the bed. I should apologize. I should acknowledge that my self-defense mechanism is rude at best—but I don’t.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and I spin around to face him.
“What?”
“It broke,” he says, standing up and carrying the used condom to the bathroom.
“I’m on birth control. It’s fine. And I’m clean as a whistle.”
“You sure? With the amount of men you’ve seen?” I know he’s just using my same line right back at me, but it stings and I can’t hide it.
I stand up, reaching for my now-ripped dress and undergarments. “I should go,” I say, grabbing the items and heading to the bathroom. “This was a mistake.” I slam the door, leaning against it briefly to calm my shaky breath and prevent myself from crying. Why the fuck do I care what he thinks of me? It was just a hookup.