“What’s the craziest thing a patient has told you?” he asks and sits back in his seat, giving me a view of his broad shoulders in his crisp white button-down dress shirt.
“I had a patient that was post-op and told him that he could not lift more than ten pounds for two weeks. Then he asked me how he was going to pee. I looked at him in total confusion because he was dead serious, and I couldn’t tell what he was talking about. I had to ask him to please explain his question. He then proceeded to tell me that his penis weighed more than that and he wouldn’t be able to lift it to pee.” Grant laughs out loud.
“Oh wow. Well, was it that big?”
“Heck no. His wife probably wanted me to do penis extension surgery on him so she would be able to even feel it inside her.” Grant’s shocked face tries to hold in his laughter and the gulp of his drink that he just took as I said that.
“Look, let’s cut the chit-chat crap and get down to business.” I look him dead in the eyes and hold his gaze.
“Oh really. Tell me, Mazie, what business is that? I’m intrigued.”
“You and I both know that we would indeed benefit from an arrangement like which you suggested the first time I was sitting in this exact chair.”
“Yes, I agree with you on that one. But... You are the one who left the next morning before I told you that you were allowed to leave.” I cock my eyebrow up at him in question. “You can look at me as if you don’t understand, but you are a smart woman, Mazie. The arrangement was that I was the one in complete control when you were in my bed. And I do recall that you were in my bed when you decided to get up and leave that morning without me telling you I was done with your body and releasing you for the day.”
Holy hell! My lace thong is drenched now. Why is his control over me so fucking hot? Never in a million years would I have thought that I would allow anyone to ever order me around. Yet, here I am sitting across from a man who has more dominance in his pinkie finger than all the men I’ve ever dated, or hell, met before.
“Okay,” I respond with a shaky voice and have to take a sip of water to wet my suddenly parched mouth. “Yes, I did leave. Truth be told, I left because I was scared. I didn’t really realize that until Bryce walked in. The way you made me feel that night with only your mouth was more than any man had ever made me feel before. Then after going through being instantly sick, and, well, almost dying, it had me rethinking life and making me realize that I do need to live a little, and releasing some control over some things isn’t such a bad thing.”
His reply is silence at first until he says, “Let’s move outside to the deck.” He grabs our wine glasses, tops them off, and I follow behind him.
The sun sets on the day, and we sit in silence, sipping our wine and welcoming the darkness to take over. Lights flicker on all around the edge of the deck lining the railing, leaving a glow on the floor.
“Oh, I can clearly see it now.”
“What is that? What can you see?” he responds with confusion in his voice.
“This is the magic view. You know, the one you bring all the ladies to.” A laugh escapes from his mouth.
“You think you have me all figured out, don’t ya? Well, missy, come here.” He reaches his hand out for me to take, and when I do, he yanks me onto his lap sideways. I squeak in surprise, and he halts my laughter by turning my chin to face him so those stunning blue eyes can intensely stare at me. “You are the first woman that I have ever brought out here at night. You are actually the first woman that’s ever even been on my boat that I’ve dated. Remember, my offseason life is extremely private.”
I slowly stand up, and he watches me with a look of admiration on his face as I hike my flowing dress up to my knees and straddle his lap without saying a single word.
Now dark sky and billions of stars surround the almost full moon, making him look mysterious with a hint of danger in his eyes. I wonder what he is plotting to do to me. I will happily lay at his feet and let him have full access.
Chapter 15
Grant
Mazie’s roaming hands land on my face as she leans in to place her lips on mine. Nope, can’t have that now. She’s trying to lead. I run my fingers up the soft skin of her arms to meet hers then tug them hard, placing them behind her back and breaking the kiss.
My eyes scan her body. “Lace your fingers behind your back and keep them there.” She immediately does as instructed, and I reward her with wandering hands down her arms, down her torso, down her hips, down her legs to the gathered material lying at her thighs. My touch causes her to shift, searching for any relief from the pressure building inside her. God, I could tie this woman up, touch her and watch her body writhe against the binds for hours.
I slip the black dress over her head and leave it dangling from her arms, covering her hands. She’s braless, and a red lace thong already glistens with wetness. The dim lights from the deck and the glow of the moon make her skin look delicious. I have to get my mouth on her.
My dick responds in a painfully hard way with the feel of her full breasts in my palms. One swipe of my tongue across her peaked nipple elicits a moan, driving me forward to latch my mouth around it. Her back arches, bringing her closer to me, seeking more. Pleasure and pain from pinching one and nipping at the other heightens her arousal.
“More, please. Give me more, Grant.”
“Shhh, no talking. Trust, Mazie. I know what your body needs.”
Primed and ready to explode, I lower my hand to glide the fabric of her panties to the side and fill her with my finger. The come-hither motion of my finger is rapid and harsh until her body can’t take it anymore. She relents to the intense feelings and explodes beautifully. Watching her climax is intoxicating. I’m not going to waste any more time.
As she catches her breath, I scoot her back just enough to free my cock from the constraints of my pants, stroking it, looking for some release of my own. I see her orgasm drunken eyes fall and linger to my hand’s rhythm pumping myself up and down. The veins under my touch feel like they are going to burst. It’s time. I have to be inside her.
I reach into my pocket, pull the foil packet out, and cover myself. No more games. No more teasing. She’s ready, and I’m ready. Pushing her hair behind her ear and moving my hand to the back of her nape, I bring her close and melt my lips against hers in a searing kiss. Never breaking the kiss, my hands move to her hips, and in one unexpected move, I pick her up and impale her onto my rock-hard dick. She gasps into my mouth as she adjusts to my size.
With each pump of my hips, my shaft rubs deep inside and against her inner walls. She squeezes me so tight; I have to take a deep breath to keep from coming just two pumps in. I don’t want this feeling to be over yet, but I’m not going to be able to hold myself back for long.
“Fuck,” I growl, and reach between us to flick her swollen clit to make her cum just as I fill the latex.
“Grant!” Mazie yells as she spasms around me.
Both of us out of breath, I hold Mazie close to me as her heartbeat slows. Then I kiss her lips and trail them down her neck as I lift her off my already re-hardening cock. Her dress falls to the ground from her hands, and I stand as well to clean up and grab Mazie a towel from one of the compartments under a bench seat.