I never said I was staying the night, but who am I kidding. This man has just given me five orgasms with promise of more to come. I’m not going anywhere. I smile at my inner dialogue.
“That’s what I thought,” he smirks.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself back there,” I say as he massages my hip.
“No, baby. I’m just listening to your body and it is demanding that I fuck you some more.” To emphasize his point, he runs his dick along the crease of my ass. Good god. He is already hard again. I look over my shoulder at him and he gives me the most wicked grin. “I told you I had a lot of making up to do. I wasn’t kidding. This pussy will be sore tomorrow, but I will lick it better.” He lifts my leg slightly and slides into me from behind. Again his strokes are slow and deliberate. His hands find my breast and he twirls my nipples through his fingertips. I back my ass into him to meet his strokes and he lets out a guttural growl. He pounds into me harder and I love it. I reach back and pull his hair.
“Shit, what are you doing to me Siobhan?” He plunges into me one last time and we’re both falling over the edge. He slaps my ass and rubs it. “I love you baby. I will spend however long it takes showing you just how much.”
I know our talk is far from over. There is still so much I need to know, but we had a good start. I roll over on my back and watch this beautiful man stare down at me.
“Are you hungry now?”
“Yes,” I grin. He has worked up my appetite.
He jumps out of the bed and throws on his boxers. He picks up his T-shirt and slips it over my head. His scent lingers on the fabric and is intoxicating. “Come on. Let me cook you something.” I twist my hair before winding it in a bun. Grayson looks over at me and frowns. He walks over to me and undoes my messy bun. “Leave it wild baby. Your hair is so sexy. I wanted to pull it like you were pulling mine while I fucked you.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm, what?”
“You could have. I think that would’ve been hot. I kind of wanted you to.” I flush crimson at my admission. I cover my face, but he pulls my hands away.
“Don’t ever be afraid to voice what you want in the bedroom love. Tell me what you like. I already know that you like my filthy mouth,” he smirks. “But I don’t want to always guess. Take what you want from me. I’m into some kinky shit so you can’t surprise me.”
“Kinky eh? Like what?” The wine coursing through my blood is long gone, so I’m going to have to be bold on my own.
“I rather show you,” he says pulling me to him. He licks my lips before pulling away. “But let’s eat first.” I never knew he was such a tease.
“Tease,” I accuse.
“Never that baby. I plan to fuck you again as soon as we finish eating. I’m just afraid that if I pull out all my kinky debauchery, you’ll run,” he smiles.
“What happened to sixty?” I challenge.
“Baby my brand of kink is beyond sixty. I don’t even know if it can be quantified on a scale,” he warns. “Sixty is just an expression of getting you out of your shell so you’ll enjoy the regular sex you haven’t been exposed to. When I turn it up a notch, you’ll know.”
My sex clinches at the possibility. “I can handle anything you dish out.”
“We’ll see. For now let me make you my famous spaghetti.” I follow him to the kitchen and sit at the counter as he makes the preparations. He pours me a glass of wine and I watch in amazement as he chops the mushrooms and parsley. He even makes cooking look sexy. After the all the prep work is done, the noodles are put to boil. He saunters over to me and lifts me out of my chair. He sets me on the counter and starts his assault on my lips. The kiss is tender and slow. He raises the T-shirt up and places a tiny kiss to my nipple. One and then the other. He pulls one into his mouth and begins to suck. A whimper slips past my lips and he smiles. He pulls away and I tighten my grip around his waist to keep him in place.
“Tease,” I accuse again.
“Just keeping you warm. I want your pussy to be ready for me when we finish eating.”
He pulls away and this time I let him go.
I have a plan. Payback is a bitch. I’ll teach him to tease me. I finish my wine and pour myself another glass. Okay so, I’m going to need just a little liquid courage for this plan. I wait until he carries our plates of spaghetti to the dinner table. I slip off his shirt and walk over to the table naked. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he turns around and sees me. He quickly puts our plates down, but I take a seat. I can see his erection protruding from his boxers. When he is close enough to me, I use my sitting position to my advantage. I pull his hard cock out from his boxers. He hisses at my touch. I lick the tip before taking the head into my mouth. I suck him slowly as my hand massages his balls. His head falls back and his eyes close in ecstasy. He grabs my hair, ready for me to take him deeper. My devious smile forms around his cock as I pull back and tuck him back into his boxers.
“What the hell?” He looks down at me confused.
“I’m just keeping you warm baby. Turnabout is fair play love,” I say using his words on him.
“Touché. But you do know that you will be paying for that little stunt?” He reluctantly takes his seat and I snicker. “Laugh it up now baby. I have something special in mind for you.” I laugh harder. It may be short lived, but it feels good for now to beat him at his own game.
“We eat our spaghetti and I must admit that it is absolutely delicious. He stares across the table at me and I can see the lust in his eyes. Oh. God. I’ve really poked the bear. He looks ready to pounce at any minute. I get up to bring my plate to the kitchen and I’m grabbed from behind. He throws me over his shoulder fireman style before he takes the plate out of my hand. He places it in the sink and heads towards the bedroom. He slaps my ass and I let out a squeal. He pushes the door close with his foot and then he does something unexpected. He lifts me up higher and secures my legs around his head. He walks forward until my back rests against the door. He buries his face in my pussy and begins his lovely torment. He sucks on my nub with renewed fervor. My hips are unable to buck in this position so he is in total control. I squeeze my legs tighter, but he just pries them apart and continues his punishment. His tongue plunges inside me and I cry out my pleasure.
He looks up at me with that smirk I love so much. “You were saying baby?” I’m boneless. He walks us over to the bed, but I’m spent. He slides up between my legs and begins nibbling on my neck. “Are you still on the pill?” Fine time for him to ask now, but I nod yes so he can bury himself deep inside me. He pushes me to two more orgasms before we both finally let exhaustion take us under.
The chirping of my phone indicating I have an awaiting message pulls me from my slumber. Grayson’s side of the bed is empty. I wrap the sheet around my naked frame and sit up to listen to my voicemail. Maybe he’s out getting us breakfast. One second into the message and I sigh. Jordan was right. “Hey hooker. I knew Mr. Sexy Pants was going to lay it on you the minute he got you alone. You didn’t stand a chance, really. Lost time and all that. Anyway, I stayed the night with Trevor so no worries. I’ll see you Sunday.” I shake my head as I end the call. She called it, yet I can’t complain. My limbs and vagina are deliciously sore. I’m smiling stupidly at my phone when Grayson walks in wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. I ogle him from his sexy bare feet to his washboard abs. The light dusting of hair that travels south from his navel and disappears into his waistband has me licking my lips.
“Are you done eye fucking me?” he teases.
“I…” I can’t even finish that lie. I so was. I cover my head with the sheet wrapped around me. God, I can’t help that he is so hot. He has managed to turn me into walking hormones. I don’t even recognize this insatiable version of myself. I feel Grayson’s firm grip wrap around my left ankle before I’m being pull to the edge of the bed.
I squeal as I pull the sheets with me. He untangles me and throws me over his shoulder before heading toward the kitchen.
“Oh. My. God. You psycho, please give me something to wear.”
He slaps my bare ass and the sting causes moisture to pool between my legs. “Nope. You want to eye fuck me then I get to return the sentiment except I don’t want clothes in the way,” he smirks. “Now let me make us some breakfast baby.” He puts me down on a stool at the kitchen counter. I fold my arms across my breasts.
“Oh, so you’re a pycho and a comedian. A psychotic comedian, I sure can pick ‘em.” He throws his head back and belts out the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard. “Grayson, I need my boot and a T-shirt please.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me and gives me a wicked smile. “No boot means you can’t leave that spot to get something to cover up,” he laughs.
“Oh you just watch me, smart ass.” I slide off the stool, but Grayson is quick. He halts my efforts and places me back on the stool.
“Stop baby before re-injure your ankle. I’m just teasing you because I feel like we’ve taken a couple steps backwards with your shyness. I just saw all of you last night, yet you still cover up.” He smiles as he shakes his head, but he leaves to get me a shirt and my boot. Being completely naked is so different outside of sex. I don’t want him to see my flaws compared to his perfection. When he returns, he lifts my right foot and takes my big toe into his mouth. He applies a light suction before continuing on to each toe. He gives me a flirtatious smile when he reaches the last one combined with a naughty wink that is just for me. “I love all of you baby. You are so perfect to me, from the top of your head to your sexy little toes. I’ll give you the shirt you asked for, but know that your body was made for me and mine for you. I wouldn’t change a thing.” He hands me the T-shirt before slowly putting my boot on. His eyes never leaves mine. My heart melts at the tenderness he is showing. I can only nod, but it is enough. He kisses me lightly. I can’t promise that I’ll overcome my insecurities overnight, but for him, I’ll try.
After breakfast, Grayson and I spend the day lounging around. We banter with ease and the rounds of marathon sex are explosive. I didn’t think I could fall any harder for this man, but I was wrong. We have a lot of mending to do, but I’m ready to try. We didn’t speak much about Vanessa yesterday, but I need to know where she stands in his life. We sit here now lying on his sofa watching Netflix movies on his insanely expensive entertainment system. My head is in his lap and I’m enjoying his tender strokes down my arm.
“What’s on your mind babe?” His hand stops and he looks down at me. His cerulean blue eyes pierce me. He is so perceptive to my feelings that it’s bewildering sometimes.
“Just thinking.”
“I can tell you’re not here with me. You have that faraway look in your eyes.” He bends down and kisses me on the temple. “This go round we have to communicate sweetheart. Let me know what’s on your mind. What’s bothering you?”
Okay here it goes. “Are you and Vanessa still friends?” I ask with air quotes around the friends. They sure did a lot of fucking to say they were supposed to be friends. Grayson pulls me up and onto his lap.
“Oh baby, please know that you have nothing to worry about. I don’t know what Vanessa told you that day in your hospital room and I choose not to press the issue. If you want to share, I’m listening, but as far as I’m concerned we are moving forward. Understand this. She filled a void.
“We were two consenting adults that knew the score. I’ve never had these kind of feelings for her. We were great friends from childhood that called each other out on our bullshit and talked about our conquests.” It doesn’t get past me that he said ‘were great friends.’ “She was almost like one of the guys, but with a vagina,” he finishes.
He didn’t answer my original question. “But are you two still friends?”
“Our friendship is strained right now. I will never just abandon her if she was truly in need, but it will never be the way it was. She crossed a line. We still see each other at family gatherings or business ventures, but I don’t seek her out. I told her this week at our family dinner that I was going to try to get you back—that I was in love with you. I choose us baby.” His declaration brings a smile to my face. “Oh, and my father and Vivian want me to bring you to Sunday brunch tomorrow,” he says sheepishly. Holy crap, this is huge. This means he told them about me.
“I don’t know what to say. Do they know I’m the same person that came to dinner with Jordan a while back?”
“Yes. I told them everything. They know that you were my student. They frowned on this, but they want to get to know you. I think the fact that you’re no longer my student is easier to digest.” He looks at me intently waiting for my answer
“Okay, but I need to go home and get some clothes. You can pick me up in the morning.” I watch as his face contorts into confusion.“You’re going home now?”
“Yes. It’s for the best. I need to catch up on some homework due next week. Besides, some time apart will prevent you from feeling claustrophobic,” I assure. I get up to gather my things and he follows me into the bedroom.
“Nonsense. We’ve had a whole month of space. I need you in my bed. Naked and ready for my cock.” He grabs me from behind and grinds his erection against my ass.
“You have a filthy mouth, you know that?” My head falls back against his shoulder as he digs his fingers into my hips.
“Yes. And you love the filth that comes out of my mouth.” He reaches down and runs a finger through my folds. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He pulls us both over to the bed and bends me over. He slides in me from behind and I whimper.
“Shit Grayson. You feel so good.”
“Take all of me. Feel me marking what’s mine.” He grabs my hair in his fist and pounds me relentlessly. My knees weaken with each powerful stroke so he wraps his other hand around my waist to hold me up. He explodes inside me and I’m right there with him. We fall onto the bed and he pulls me close to him.
“Stay with me tonight baby. I promise to bring you home in time to get clothes in the morning.”
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. “Okay,” I say simply. I watch as a grin spreads across his sexy lips. I melt into his hold and snuggle my head against his chest. His breath evens out and I know he has fallen asleep. A day of marathon sex will do that to you. I close my eyes in contentment that I have the love of this beautiful man.
“Get up sweetheart. We need to stop by your place before we head to brunch with my parents.” I wake up to Grayson leaning over me smiling. He has the curtain wide open to let the sunlight filter through. The early morning rays reflect in his captivating eyes making them appear even lighter. He leans down even further and kisses me. I don’t even care that I haven’t brushed yet, this man is so freaking addicting.
“Uh-uh baby. You keep kissing me like that and we won’t make it out of this bed,” he says pulling away. “I put a shirt and some shorts over there on the chair until we get to your place. It will be swimming on you, but it’s all I have.”
“It’ll be fine.” When he gets out of the bed, I see his erection as he strolls to the bathroom. He is so comfortable with his nudity. I hear him turn on the shower so I get up to gather my things. I guess it’s best that we didn’t shower together. I’m really sore today. Every move I make is a reminder of our sex filled weekend.
When we arrive at my place, there is no sign of Jordan. She must still be at Trevor’s. Damn, I could really use her advice on what to wear. Grayson takes a seat in the living room and turns on the television while I get ready. I must try on a gazillion outfits, looking for a suitable meet-the-parents look. Trouble is, I don’t know what the hell I’m looking for. I definitely don’t possess the sophistication or upper crust background that Vanessa does. I look at the pile of clothes on my bed and I want to scream in frustration. I’m on my way to look in Jordan’s closet when Grayson appears in the doorway. His eyes widen at the clothes infested vomit that is my room.
“Babe, it’s been thirty minutes. What are you doing?” I roll my eyes b
ecause isn’t it obvious? I wave my hand at all the clothes on the bed and on the floor causing him to take another look at the mess I’ve created.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I huff.
That grin I love so much spreads across his face. “That’s a lot of clothes over there to be nothing.”
He doesn’t understand my wardrobe meltdown. “I’m going to go look in Jordan’s closet.” I don’t get far. He wraps his hands around my waist and kisses me on the temple.
“You’re over thinking this baby. Don’t be nervous. My parents are going to love you. Come on, let’s find you something here in all these clothes you pulled out.”
The first thing he picks up is a body con dress that I wore the night we first danced at Drai’s Hollywood. Oh. My. God. His parents will think I’m a skank for sure. “Grayson, I’m not wearing that. You want my ass on display for your family?”
“I really love your ass baby. It’s so round and perfect. I want to take a bite out of it right now,” he teases.
“Grayson!” I’m glad that he likes the size of my ass, but I’m sure his parents won’t be equally impressed.
“Just kidding love—not about your ass though.” He picks up a grey long sleeved baby doll dress and pairs it with the grey and black striped tights I have lying on the bed. Why didn’t I see this combo? It’s sad that even his fashion sense is better than mine. He smiles at his accomplishment and pats me on the ass. “I will be seeing this ass later, but for now, get dressed.” He plops on my bed and leans back like he is waiting for the show. I feel self-conscious about him watching me and he knows it, but I push past my embarrassment. I undress with my back to him trying to pretend he’s not in the room.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. Yeah, so much for pretending.
When we pull up to the mansion, my nerves materialize. What if they don’t like me? Grayson opens my door and helps me out of the car. I didn’t even realize he had already gotten out. “We’ll go around back. We’re having brunch in the garden,” he says. We take several steps down into the enchanting greenery before following a stone path to a gazebo.
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