by Aliyah Burke
His tongue continued to flick against her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. He used three, spreading her wide, filling her. She shuddered as another mini aftershock ripped through her.
“Please, Grant. Oh, for the love of— Put your dick in me, please?” She wanted it, wanted him deep inside her. And for that reason, she had no qualms about begging.
He pushed his fingers fully inside of her once more and rose over her until their lips were touching. “My fingers are there right now and don’t want to leave.” He wriggled them around a bit more.
Her lids lowered and she bit her lip. “You know I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“No, this is me getting retribution for you making me jack off for you, staring at you while you played with my pussy, but I couldn’t touch it.”
She smiled at the recollection. “That was a fun night. I loved watching you jack off. In fact, I want to see it again.”
“Not right now.” He pushed forward with his fingers again. “Right now, I’m going to slide my cock in you, work it until you scream my name, then do it all over again. Then we’re going to move to a wall or a counter until I’m finally sated, after all this time away from you.”
She fairly purred. “Talk is cheap, Doc.” If it took goading to receive his cock, so be it. That’s what she would do.
He removed his fingers and while the frustrated whimper was on the edge of her tongue, she contained it, well aware of the broad head of his erection nudging against her opening.
Grant placed his fingers on her lips. “You do like pushing. Clean off your cream from my fingers. Suck them like you do my cock.”
She curved her tongue around one digit, tasting herself on him as she swirled it around. “Can’t argue with that. I do. I also like fucking. Can we get to that?”
He held her gaze without blinking and pushed his cock in her. One smooth, continuous slide until he stretched her and couldn’t go any deeper. “Better?”
This time, she did purr. Hell, she must be part cat, given how it vibrated right from her throat. “Hell, yes.” She locked her legs around his hips, holding him close and shifted, rolling her lower body, grinding on him.
He removed his fingers from her mouth, captured her hands and positioned them high above her head. Then he kissed her neck. Light fleeting kisses that only fanned the flames more. He didn’t move, however, just held still, fully inside her, stretching her, his gaze locking onto her.
“What?” she asked. She wriggled her hips, trying again to get him to move.
“I love watching you as my dick is buried in you. Your eyes go all smoky and slightly unfocused.” He brought his face a tiny bit closer to her. “You fit against me perfectly, Eva. And I fit in you perfectly.”
“No argument here,” she said, ignoring the way her belly fluttered at his phrasing. She shifted again, hoping he would move.
No such luck, he remained immobile, stretching her.
Raising up as much as she could with how he had her, Eva captured his lower lip in her teeth, nipping slightly. “Please move.”
Without a word, he withdrew from her until just the head of his shaft remained inside her. Then he pushed forward again, not fast, not hard, just a continuous slow glide until he had sunk all the way within her once more.
His agonizingly slow strokes had the fire pumping through her veins.
Grant continued at his leisurely and toe-curling speed. Or lack thereof.
The fire slicing through her burned hotter than magma. Back and forth. In and out.
Clenching his hands, she hooked her legs around his waist, trying to keep him in deep. The tingling spiraled out from her gut, moving through her entire body. Words escaped her as she submerged herself in what he created within her.
“Look at me.”
Didn’t even know I closed my eyes. She had. The command rode on a voice reminding her of crème de menthe. She lifted her eyes to his. Hell, the stare he leveled at her paired perfectly with the sex his voice alluded to. The sex he was delivering on.
He slid back then pushed forward one more time until he was unable to go any deeper. Grant released her hands and slid one down the side of her body. “I could stay here, forever.”
His whispered words only fanned her flames of need.
“The way your pussy holds my dick, it’s fucking heaven.” A light brush of his lips. “Like this body was made for me.”
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, content to let that occur. The purr in the back of her throat raced to the surface. Tugging her fingers through his hair, she arched closer, desperate for more skin-on-skin privilege.
He gave her more of his weight to hold. While he outweighed her by over a hundred pounds, she didn’t mind in the slightest to be under him. Hell, if she could find a way to crawl into him and stay there, she would do just that.
Being between him and the mattress of her bed she couldn’t think of a single place she would want to be instead of here. Or with anyone else.
Eva tightened her hold around his neck and turned her lips to him, sliding them along his cheek until they settled upon his. Then she slipped her tongue along the seam of his mouth before pushing past to seek out his organ and dance with it.
His groan rumbled up from his chest and she could feel it in her nipples.
Grant wrapped his arms around her, fingers splaying over the top of her ass and put them on their sides. Still buried deep inside her, he continued his lazy thrusting as he broke the kiss and held her gaze.
Christ, I’m in love with this man. The realization slammed into her and she jerked.
He canted his head to the side. “Eva? You okay? Did I hurt you?”
Scrambling her thoughts to form a coherent word, she pushed out a single one. “No.” Mind racing, she added, “Cramp kicked in my leg.”
He narrowed his gaze but didn’t challenge her lie.
Thank God, he bought that. I seriously need to meet with my sisters and figure this out. She couldn’t focus on it right then or she would freak the fuck out, so she locked it in a corner and allowed his touch to sweep her off again.
* * * *
“I’m not understanding what the problem is.” Tara sipped her drink and shared a glance with Shai. “Are you?”
“Not in the slightest.” Shai leaned forward and gestured at Eva. “Want to try again, Doc, for those of us who didn’t understand the bullshit you just spouted?”
Drumming her fingers on the table, she huffed. “How can you not see the problem? I said I’ve fallen in love with him.”
Her sisters shared another look.
Tara took up the mantle of speaker. “You had a fling with this guy that obviously meant more during that time than you allowed yourself to believe it did. We both knew that when you up and went to be at his side for his father’s funeral. Nothing wrong with that. The sex is apparently off the charts because you shuffled in here with a few marks of scruff burn, I’m going to call it, on the side of your neck, and yet we’ve not met this man. So before we even get the chance to be face to face with him, you’re telling us you love him. Not that you think you’re falling in love but that you are in love with him.” Tara shrugged. “There’s not a damn thing for us to say.”
Eva glanced to Shai.
“I agree with her. We love and support you, so if you love this man, why are you trying to find a way out of it? Love him. Be happy. We want to meet him but, sweetie, you don’t need our permission to be in love.” Shai took her hand. “Our job is to protect and love you, but if you feel this way about him, we’re behind you.”
Eva jerked her gaze between her sisters.
“You look like you’re not sure who we are.” Tara chuckled.
“I have to say, I was expecting some ribbing from you two on this.”
“Look, we pick on you, tease you, harass you but when it comes down to it, we want you to be happy. Besides, if you get married and adopt some kidlets, I get a little niece or nephew to corrupt, umm,
I mean spoil.” Shai batted her eyes with a cheesy smile on her face.
“You were right the first time. Corrupt. I’m not talking marriage or kids, definitely not, but I’m scared he doesn’t feel the same way.” Cold water splashed over her. She couldn’t have kids. She had to adopt. He wanted kids of his own, she was sure.
Her sisters shared another look and said at the same time, “So ask him.”
Bless them for being so blunt. Eva picked up her margarita and drank. She would need another of these if she wanted to find the balls to tell him how she felt. She’d left Grant walking around the city, exploring while she met her sisters for a drink. Everyone was meeting for supper. Then the following night, she would take him home to meet her parents.
They joked and laughed while they ate. However, when she tried to steer the topic to how their vacations had gone, both women changed the subject rather swiftly.
There were stories there but she didn’t press them since, at the rear of her mind, Eva wanted to get back to her place and find Grant.
* * * *
Grant swallowed hard as he held the door for Eva. They were on the way to grab a late dinner. He’d spent the day exploring the Quad Cites alone while Eva had been at work then met her sisters for a drink, that was a bit unnerving.
He’d just gotten back to her nice apartment when she’d returned. That had set off an entire new round of making out, a nap and a shower—which led to more sex—before they’d dressed and left to come here.
The steakhouse was casual and as he trailed her inside, his nose was slammed with the scent of steak. His stomach growled in anticipation. He continually sent her looks continuous times because she seemed different. Reserved in a sense, nothing major but he could feel it, feel her pulling away from him. Hand on the small of her back, he flexed his fingers, experiencing more of her exposed skin beneath his touch. So silken and smooth, he’d become increasingly tactile while being with this woman.
It was his last night here. Tomorrow morning early, he would fly back to Arizona to get ready for his trip to the Congo. True he wasn’t leaving for a bit yet, but he still had things to do before he flew out. For the first time ever, he felt hesitant about heading out.
Eva walked in front of him, talking with their hostess, and he took in the image she presented. Just like that first moment he saw her walk by him in that damn bikini and sarong, he had no recourse to the amount of lust slamming into him.
Christ, I’m worse than a teenager with his hands on his father’s porn stash.
His dick pressed in demanding fashion against the fabric of his boxer briefs, wanting out. Or rather—wanting in her.
Her gray dress hugged her curves and made his mind go down roads he needed to stay off of tonight if he wanted to behave himself. Coughing to cover his wandering mind, he shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced around the building. Families and couples both were eating and spending time together.
“Here you are,” their hostess said, putting down the menus. “Your waiter will be over momentarily.”
Grant held Eva’s chair for her, inhaling deeply as she sank onto the seat before him. Then he pushed her closer. “Thank you,” he said, only to be echoed by Eva. He moved around to his seat and occupied it, eyes on his dinner date, he sent her a smile. His cock pushed harder at her responding grin.
Once their drink orders had arrived, he shifted on the seat as she curled her lips around the straw of her unsweetened tea and drank.
“Christ, you make that hot.”
She blinked her lashes and laughed. As usual, it brought a bigger smile to his face. Such joy was expressed in her laugh, he could feel her love of life. Made him fall for her more. And yet, he still maintained she was holding something back. It was almost forced.
Shit. His thought slammed his mind to a halt as the realization hit him. He’d fallen for this woman. Hard. Fast. Completely.
“You seem awfully quiet today. Did you not have fun exploring around here?”
It took a moment for him to kickstart his brain. “I did. I guess I’m just tired.” He sent her a wicked grin. “Or thinking about something else.”
She leaned forward, eyes locked on him and sent him another of her toe-curling smiles. “What would that be?”
“You and me. Naked. Engaging in all kinds of fun, adult activities.”
“Like a coloring book? I hear that’s an adult activity now. Supposed to be calming and relaxing.”
He opened his mouth to respond when their waiter returned to take their order. The glint in her eyes altered him to the fact she knew the waiter had been approaching. He waited until they were alone once more.
“Do you have a Kama Sutra coloring book? I’ll color the image then we can practice it and see how well it works.”
She bit her lower lip and waggled her eyebrows. “Let’s skip the coloring and just try some of them out.”
Christ, she was a vixen. “I’m all for dragging you out of here.”
“I can walk but I don’t know, being carried out may be fun.”
He had to force himself to remain seated. “I know you didn’t eat much today and that’s the only reason I’m not carrying you out now.”
“Such a gentleman.”
“Yeah, a fucking hero,” he grumbled.
Eva slid her foot up the inside of his leg. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. If it helps, I’m only wearing one article of clothing tonight.”
Goddamn, motherfucking hero. His cock had far surpassed being ready to rebel and just punch free of his slacks. Grant drank some ice water hoping it would calm down his pulse and the heat coursing through him. All he could envision was her sitting there in nothing but that clingy dress. No bra. No panties. No barrier.
It didn’t work.
Dinner was stressful for him. His dick remained painfully hard through the entire meal and dessert as he wanted nothing more than to put her across this table and fuck her until neither of them could walk straight. All while she’d dodged his questions of whether or not something was wrong.
After paying, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her out the doors to her vehicle. Night had fallen and the lot was dimly lit where she’d parked. They walked around a bit before coming back to the car. He held the door for her and trapped her between him and the frame before she could slide behind the wheel.
Her blue eyes met his and he memorized her features. The shape of her face, her cheekbones, nose and lips, including the one dark mole on her lower lip to the left. The blue tips in her hair fit her personality. “Let’s go,” he whispered.
“Sure thing.” Eva dragged one hand down his chest, allowing her nails to rake him.
Shuddering, he tried harder to rein in the beast clawing at his soul to get out and take her. Closing the door on her, he walked around to the passenger side and climbed in.
His heart kicked up in speed when she reached out for his hand and laced their fingers together. There wasn’t any way he was willing to give all this up.
She clasped his hand and released him.
Grant was about to protest when her touch landed on his cock and gave that a gentle squeeze. “Shit,” he muttered, his shaft thickening even more if that were somehow possible.
“I promised I would make it up to you.”
He gazed over at her in the dim lights from her dashboard, barely able to make out her features as she wasn’t watching him but the road. Still, her fingers hadn’t stopped, as she moved them up and down on his cock, stroking him through the slacks.
“You’re driving.” Crap, his words were all guttural and rasped.
“Yes, I am. I’m capable of doing more than one thing at a time.” To prove her point, she undid the clasp of his pants and lowered his zipper. “See.” Never once did she weave along the road.
Grant bit the inside of his lip as she took him out and purred.
He gripped the edges of the seat and gritted his teeth as she stroked.
Up and down his l
ength, she moved her warm touch. Her thumb swiped along the swollen head, smearing the precum.
“This is not fair.”
“It’s not supposed to be. This is about me touching you. Not the other way around. Want me to stop?”
“Fuck, no.” Grant covered her hand with his and increased the pressure around his dick.
She kept up her torture all the way back to her place and the moment she parked her car, he was reaching for her. Seconds later, he had her settled over his lap, his cock slipping fully into her, protected by the condom he’d put on while she turned off the engine.
She didn’t verbalize anything, just sighed heavily as she placed her forehead on his. Right there in her car, he fucked her, oblivious to the outside world. Nothing mattered more than Grant and Eva. This was what he wanted in his life.
Eva.
Now, he just had to find a way to make it so. Flexing his fingers on her ass, he drove up into her, needing to claim, to mark, to make sure she never forgot him and didn’t want anyone else.
As she kissed him, Eva rocked on his lap increasing the friction caused between the two of them.
Chapter Nine
“I’m heading to the Congo.”
Eva pivoted around to the man behind her by the front window to her apartment. Grant wore a pair of black sweats and nothing else. His tanned torso didn’t depict a man who spent his days indoors away from the sun. He was fit and a beautiful sight to behold.
Shoving her lust to the back corner, she zeroed in on his words. Her heart sank. The Congo. Not exactly ideal for a long-distance relationship. I doubt we’d be able to talk on a regular basis even. But perhaps this is for the best. I’ve gotten too serious, this will give me the time to remember it’s just sex between us. Nothing more serious, nothing permanent.
She swallowed. Twice. Then forced a smile. I have to be supportive. She didn’t want to, no, she wanted to demand he stay here with her. But that wouldn’t work. He would want to talk future, which would lead to children, he would leave when he found out she couldn’t have any. “When do you leave?”