by Lara Norman
“You’re full of shit.”
“Maybe, but it is what it is.” Alex sat back down. “I want to get through these so I don’t have to bring them home with me.”
Carmela had to get back to the front desk, anyway. She stepped behind the desk and leaned over Alex to hug her. “I love your stubborn ass.”
“Love you, too.”
Alex relaxed when Carmela left. She hated that it was so obvious that she was struggling. She’d thought she was making a good effort, but all that work was for nothing. Though maybe it wasn’t obvious to everyone, just the ones related to her. She was going to try harder, that was for sure. She didn’t want Grant to know anything was wrong.
She met him at the movie theater that Saturday morning. She wondered at first why he wanted to go so early, but she figured it out when the movie started and they were still alone. Through the previews and opening credits, Grant didn’t say anything or make any moves, making her think she’d guessed wrong. She settled more comfortably into the plush, reclining seat and focused on the movie.
Or she tried to. A few minutes later she felt Grant’s hot breath on her ear. He licked the shell, nibbled on her lobe, and kissed along behind it until she was thoroughly distracted from what was happening on-screen. When she shifted her legs and leaned toward him, he took the initiative and ran his hand down inside the neckline of her shirt. She moaned when he found her peaked nipple and pinched it.
“I need you, Alex.”
The thought of her getting in his lap again and bringing up memories of the other times they’d had sex that way made her unhappy. She was frustrated at herself for wanting more, for needing variety. Instead of climbing on top of him, she lowered herself to the floor and tried not to think about how gross the knees of her jeans would be later.
He sat up straighter and gathered her hair behind her head as she unzipped his jeans. He was hard, always hard, around her. She pumped him a few times before dropping her head and taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She wasn’t surprised to have flashbacks of the first time she did this. She was not sure that this was the better choice for her sanity after all. Grant rested his hand on the back of her head and it wasn’t long before he was pushing to guide her. Alex realized a few minutes too late that she was going to be forced to swallow, but it also wouldn’t be the first time.
He was grunting softly as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head before swallowing him as he hit the back of her throat. She was about to have to give up and use her hands if he didn’t come soon; her jaw ached. Clearly, he wasn’t in a state of mind to give a shit as he lifted his hips and stifled a groan as he shot his load down her throat.
There was nothing to wipe her mouth on but her shirt. She raised the hem enough to swipe at her chin as she crouched and tried to sit stealthily back in her seat. She had no way of knowing if anyone was in the projection booth and she didn’t want to be kicked out of the theater for what she’d just done. She would die of embarrassment.
“Alex.”
She turned to Grant at the sound of her name, and he was smiling at her with a content look on his face. She smiled back and faced the screen.
“Your mouth is sinful.”
He was back at her ear, trailing his tongue over her flesh and stroking her arm with his fingers. She expected him to be done, to be so satisfied that he would watch the movie with her and maybe hold her hand.
Grant had no idea she wanted to be left alone. He would never dream of not reciprocating, and they’d spent each meet-up having sex. He didn’t know that Alex was going through inner turmoil, or that she was confused about what she wanted. He simply wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made him feel.
She was wearing jeans again, which made him wonder why she wasn’t thinking ahead and wearing skirts or dresses. Not to be deterred, he unfastened her pants and fondled her where he could reach. He assumed she would lower herself in the seat and widen her legs for easier access, but she didn’t. He was rather surprised that she was facing straight ahead and not looking at him or, better yet, kissing him. It suddenly occurred to him that maybe she actually wanted to see the movie, so he lightened his touch and tried not to bother her. He couldn’t stop touching her altogether, though, so he rested his palm on her lap and moved his fingertips minimally over the fabric between her legs.
Alex squirmed. Grant barely touching her was driving her wild. She was going to end up doing exactly what she said she didn’t want to do, and all because he was so fucking hot that she couldn’t resist him. Her hips moved on their own, raising up so his touch covered more of her than before. His entire hand was molded to her pussy; if only she wasn’t wearing fucking pants. She squirmed again and realized what she needed more than anything. She wondered if he would agree.
“Grant,” she whispered.
He was looking at her already when she turned her head to face him. “Yeah?”
“I need to fuck you in a bed.”
His eyebrows went up, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood up and held his hand out for her. She took it, standing and fixing her pants before grabbing her purse and following him out of the theater. She couldn’t even remember the part of the movie they’d seen, nor did she care. She was getting her wish.
Since they’d met there, she stopped by her car and stared up into his eyes for a minute. In her flats, she actually had to tilt her head. “Whose place?”
He hesitated. “Yours.”
“Follow me or ride along?”
“Follow.”
She swallowed a sigh as he ambled off to his bike. The better to escape when he was through with her, of course.
Alex tried not to think too much as she drove to her apartment. She was going to have Grant in her home; in her bed. He was going to do the things to her that he’d talked about before. He was going to go down on her, eat her until she was screaming his name, and then he was going to pound her into a boneless pile of mush. She had to shift in the driver’s seat as she pictured it. As she pulled into the complex, she saw a familiar car parked in front of her building and she let out a massive groan.
“Carmela!” she hissed as she opened her door to see her cousin waiting for her.
“Alex, what—” She broke off as she heard the rumble of the motorcycle and looked up. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus, is that your man?”
“Don’t you dare call him that to his face,” Alex warned as they both watched him approach.
“I hope to God you’re about to get laid by that fine ass.”
He pulled into the spot on the other side of Alex and shut off the bike. He studied the two women as he pulled off his sunglasses and sauntered over.
“Hello.”
“This is my cousin, who was just leaving,” Alex said in a tone that made it clear Carmela needed to go.
“Carmela. Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand and Grant shook it without a word.
He looked at Alex. Alex glared at Carmela. She finally straightened herself up and waved, opening her car door. “I’ll just get that casserole dish back from you later.”
Grant and Alex stood in the parking lot watching her back out and drive off. Grant raised his eyebrows at Alex. “She sucks at calling first. Sorry.”
He didn’t say anything, but followed Alex up the walk and to the staircase. She lived on the third floor, and he watched her ass the entire way up. By the time she unlocked her door and opened it for him, he was salivating and wishing he could bite it.
She shut and locked the door as he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. He bit her where he could reach, which was more like her thigh than her ass, but he didn’t give a fuck. He headed down the hallway, the only logical place for her bedroom to exist in this layout, and dropped her on the bed. He immediately sank down with her and flipped her ass up, biting her closest cheek and grinning as she squealed. He slapped the other jean-clad cheek and laughed as she sat up with her hair all in her face.
She was grateful that Carmela hadn’t freaked him out and ruined everything. At least for right now, she was going to have her cake and eat it, too.
Chapter 11
Alex couldn’t believe her luck. She’d only expected to see him during the morning, maybe have lunch, and then see him on his way. She hadn’t expected him to agree to come back to her place so they could act like an actual couple for a brief moment in time. Grant was playful, tickling her sides after slapping her ass, and she was high on pheromones. She was highly anticipating what was to come next, so much so that she couldn’t even take the time to be graceful.
Alex shoved her shoes off and worked on the button and zipper of her jeans. She assumed Grant would do the same; they had never been slow to get to the sex before. As she shimmied off the pants she’d worn, she reminded herself not to put them back on later, but to put them in the laundry. Her shirt came off next, and she was thrilled to see Grant peeling his off as well. The sight of his bare chest caused her breath to stick in her throat.
“Holy shit.”
Everything else forgotten, she moved onto her knees to poise in front of him and study the many colorful tattoos that covered his pecs and shoulders. There was a lion on one shoulder that looked fresh, a few flowers in full bloom, and an owl. His chest was covered with a tattoo of wings with a center crest piece that she couldn’t quite make out, and what looked like a dragon snaked around his torso to his back. His jeans were unfastened and hanging open and she was treated to the sight of a smattering of hair disappearing into the waistband.
She hadn’t realized she was tracing his ink until he hissed a breath and his stomach muscles contracted. She looked up into his eyes and saw that they were on fire. “I’ve been wanting to see them.”
He grabbed her hand when she began to trail her fingertips over the dragon. “Alex. You’ve got me on the edge of insanity.”
Her lips curved up, and she leaned forward to kiss his throat. That was where she wanted him; unable to leave her bed for needing her too much. He yanked his pants the rest of the way off and threw them to the floor. They were finally naked together, and Alex bit her lip as her chest heaved with the effort to push air in and out of her lungs. He was so fucking hot.
It didn’t occur to her to be shy, but she had never been terribly proud of her figure. She had what she referred to as thunder thighs. They wouldn’t go away regardless what workouts she tried, eventually causing her to give up the idea altogether. She knew she was still pretty, and she had a great rack.
“Fuck me, Alex, look at you.”
He rested his hands on her hips and looked her over, causing her to blush. The pinkness covered her breasts and up her neck to her ears. He smiled before he came toward her, covering her soft curves with the hard planes he was made of. She’d always known he worked out, lifted weights, whatever. It was obvious even with his clothes on that he took the time to carve out the muscles she now ran her hands over as he kissed and licked his way across her breasts. She trembled at the thought that he was hers—refusing to add for now—and just let him have her. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he wanted to cover her and fuck her senseless. He kissed his way down her belly—another larger than life attribute she wasn’t fond of—and continued down to her thighs. His tongue might as well have been a match for the way he set her ablaze. He sucked on her inner thigh until she writhed and knew she would have a hickey. He licked her all over as he came closer to the crease of her leg, and then he did what she’d been dying for from the beginning.
She was incredibly happy that she’d chosen to get waxed on the spa trip and that she’d done a decent job of keeping it trimmed since then. Grant buried his face between her legs and his tongue in her pussy. She cried out in satisfaction and shock as he found her clit with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it to lick up the entire length. She was torn between grasping the sheets and pulling his hair when he sucked her clit back into his mouth.
“Grant!”
She couldn’t have kept the orgasm at bay even if she’d tried. She felt it slam into her, and seconds later he was on her, filling her, taking her and claiming her as his. He pushed in so far that her knees were on her chest, and then he shifted her until her legs hung over his elbows. She had never felt so exposed, so wide open and offered up, ripe for the taking. He was taking her, owning her, and she was racing toward a second orgasm as he pounded into her body over and over. She was screaming loud enough that she thought maybe the neighbors would send her help, or at least a congratulatory bottle of champagne.
Grant slipped his hands under her ass and tilted her pelvis, and if she thought she’d been thoroughly fucked two minutes before, she was sorely mistaken. The new angle was incredibly deep, and she felt the tingling in her pussy that signaled she was about to go hurtling off a cliff.
“So good, so good,” he muttered as he slid effortlessly in and out.
He had a look of concentration on his face, and Alex realized he was going to come at any minute. As unconventional as they’d been, she’d witnessed that face on multiple occasions, and he squeezed her ass in his hands just before stilling with his body pressed as tightly to hers as he could manage.
“Mother of all that is holy.”
She sighed in agreement as he let go of her and slumped forward, planting a kiss on her face before plopping to the bed.
“I can’t even . . . I don’t know what to say.” She stretched, feeling every inch of what they’d just done.
“You were right. We needed the bed.”
Alex grinned from ear to ear but didn’t say anything.
Grant dozed, so Alex got up and took a shower after bundling her hair on top of her head. She went to the kitchen in Grant’s shirt and dug out enough food to make them dinner. She was a pretty good cook and was excited to show him her talent in that area.
When Grant woke up, it was to the smell of garlic sauteing. The other side of the bed was empty and early evening sunlight streamed through the slats of the blinds. He stayed flat on his back for a minute, trying to decide if he was going to panic, but nothing happened.
He got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. He figured a shower would be a good idea and didn’t even mind that all of her products had a girlish scent to them. It suited her and it would be a reminder at least for a little while.
He found a few towels in the small cupboard in the bathroom and wrapped one around his waist before wandering out into the apartment. Alex liked blue, it seemed, because almost everything in her space was a shade of that color. Turquoise was predominant in the couch and the rug and there was a chair in tan with a bright blue patterned pillow.
He turned toward the heavenly smell and saw her in his shirt. He couldn’t even lie to himself and pretend that she wasn’t a major turn on in his clothes. She looked phenomenal in front of the stove with a bun on her head and a wooden spoon in her hand.
“Whatcha makin’?”
She jumped, splattering tomato sauce on her cheek. “Grant, you scared me to death.”
He drew closer to her, eyeing the spot of sauce, and when he was close enough he kissed her, licking it from her cheek and listening to her sigh.
“I’m hungry, Alex.”
“I am, too, but let’s eat first, okay?” She giggled at the look on his face.
“Smart ass,” he snarled playfully and lifted her by the ass to kiss her. Alex wrapped her legs around his waist and only mildly complained when he spun to head out of the kitchen.
“Stove!” she said against his lips.
He turned back, and she leaned in his arms to turn off the burner and move the skillet. He pinched her butt as he made his way back to the bedroom and sank down on the bed with her in his arms. He continued to kiss her, long, lazy swipes of his tongue along hers, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth and leaving a peck behind to soothe it. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe properly, until they were exchanging breaths and she was gasping. When he moved a frac
tion to the side to kiss along her cheek to her jaw, she sucked in air. His mouth found her earlobe, her pulse, and the hollow of her throat. Alex tilted her chin up to give him greater access and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, which was still damp from the shower. He planted kisses along her collarbone and further down toward the tops of her breasts, and she realized she was sinking further into the mattress as he let her go and tore at the neckline of his shirt to reach her nipples.
She squealed as he bit one peak and then sucked it into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it and pinched the other until that squeal turned into deep moans of pleasure and pain. He was going to make her come just from playing with her tits if her undulating hips had anything to say about it. She couldn’t even categorize all the sensations racing through her as he worked her into a frenzy.
“Fuck, Grant, I swear to God.”