by Rye Hart
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding almost offended.
“Taking off my shirt,” I said. “I'm getting some rest. I'd suggest you do the same.”
“Can't you sleep in your clothes?”
“Nah, I prefer not to,” I said, tossing my shirt on the ground. “It's uncomfortable. I like to be free and unrestricted when I sleep.”
I looked over at her and caught her staring. She was looking at my chest, almost scrutinizing the tattoos that covered it. But she seemed to be doing more than just checking out the tattoos – I couldn't help but notice that her eyes were also drawn to my abs. To entice her to keep checking me out, I started unbuttoning my pants.
“Are you really –” she started to ask, the color in her cheeks flaring, but she choked on her words.
“Yep,” I said, answering her question before she had a chance to finish her sentence. “Like I said, I like to be free and unencumbered when I sleep.”
I unzipped my pants and slid them off, leaving me just my boxers. Once undressed, I swung my legs around and laid in the bed, my head propped up on the pillows. She was trying to be sly about it, but Grace was definitely checking me out – all while giving her very best effort to avoid making it obvious. A sideways glance, a longing stare at my abs as she licked her lips, and then she’d turn away.
But she couldn't hide her glances entirely any more than she could hide that bright red color in her cheeks.
“You're free to get comfortable,” I said. “I don't mind.”
“I am comfortable,” she said, her voice as stiff as her body.
Her pencil skirt seemed to be clinging tightly to her legs and she kept fidgeting with it. And then I looked at the jacket she was still wearing. It was warm in the room. And I could see a little bit of moisture was building up on her forehead. I could tell she was far from comfortable.
“At least take the jacket off,” I said. “You look like you're going to die of heat stroke over there.”
She sighed dramatically, but eventually obliged, removing her business suit jacket and carefully placing it over the back of a chair next to the bed. She was left her in the light pink sleeveless blouse she'd worn underneath.
It was something of an improvement, I supposed – but I could have done with seeing a bit more of her skin.
“Are you really going to sleep?” she asked again, turning her body so she was on the bed beside me.
“Not if you have other plans,” I teased.
Her cheeks turned bright red, but she gave me a long, level look. And I noticed that she didn't say no.
“I just – I just can't stop thinking about him,” she said.
Her eyes started to fill with tears again. If I didn't do something fast, the waterworks would get going, and God knew, I hated seeing women cry. Especially beautiful women like Grace. And besides, I kind of wanted to explore that look she gave me – something that I wasn't going to be able to do unless I got her to stop crying.
So, I did the only thing I could think of to stop it. Not giving her a chance to resist, I took her face in my hands and drew her to me.
With my lips lightly brushing against hers, I whispered, “I can distract you for a little bit at least.”
I pressed my lips to hers, lightly at first, and when she didn't pull back, I devoured her mouth with mine. Pushing my tongue into her mouth made her gasp, but she didn't push me away. Her hands were on my chest now, almost like she wanted to stop me – but they were balled up in fists and resting comfortably, against me instead.
Her tongue was delicate against mine. While I ravaged her mouth, she moved with me, her tongue meeting mine in a sensual dance. I moved my hand to the back of her head, grabbing onto her and holding her there as I deepened the kiss further. She slowly started to meet the pace I was setting and her own hunger started to come through. And damn, she was a good kisser. Softer and gentler than the kind of woman I was used to, but still sexy as hell. I rolled over, pushing her down onto the bed and then I climbed on top of her. She pulled back, staring up at me with those wide eyes. I expected her to tell me to stop, but she didn't.
Instead, she surprised me and said, “Do you have – umm – protection?”
Reaching over, I pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer. Holding it up, I smiled and asked, “Will this do?”
Chapter Six
Grace
Knox was hovering over me, a condom in his hand and a smirk on his face. What was I doing? I should push him away and then scold myself for even thinking about getting into bed with a man like him. He wasn't the sort of man I was usually attracted to. He was dangerous, and I didn't need that in my life.
But as I stared up into those deep, rich, soulful, brown eyes, I knew it was already a lost cause. I was already hooked. His hard body was pressing into mine and when I clearly felt what was beneath those boxers, I couldn't stifle the moan that slipped from my mouth. Damn, it was impressive.
“I'm – um – well, I'm not normally this type of girl,” I whispered.
I spoke the most cliché words on the planet. Words I was sure every girl utters at least once in their life. Hell, some of them might have even meant it. I know I did. I really wasn't this type of a girl. Having a fling like this – with somebody like Knox – went against everything I stood for. Growing up, I was raised to be pure and to save myself for my eventual husband. And while I didn't quite make it that long, I gave my virginity away in college, to a boy I actually did think I'd marry someday. He apparently, had other ideas.
But something about Knox and his incredible animal magnetism drew me in. I couldn’t have stopped myself if the room caught fire.
Knox's long, hair cascaded down around my face, shielding us from the world. His beard was scratchy against my face when he kissed me, and it felt nice. Never before had someone kissed me like that; with such roughness, such need. And my body seemed to react to it of its own volition.
With the feel of his kiss still burning on my lips, my mind started to wander and I started to imagine what he was going to look like completely naked.
“It's okay, Grace,” Knox said, nipping my neck. “I'm used to driving women crazy.”
“Cocky bastard,” I laughed.
I wanted to mean it – but it came out sounding more like a joke. And that only seemed to encourage and embolden him. Knox ran a finger down the length of my body, taking in every inch of me. The way he looked at me caused me to shudder. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. His eyes drank me in and there was such a longing and desire on his face that I felt myself growing hotter and wetter with each passing moment. I couldn't help it. No man had ever looked at me the way he did.
Knox slid down my body, unbuttoning my shirt and kissing the soft flesh each button revealed. I sat up and slid out of my shirt, tossing it over onto my jacket on the back of the chair. A jolt of electricity shot through my body as Knox cupped my breasts and slid his tongue down my stomach. He pinched my stiff nipples through the fabric of my bra, and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He moved ever downward, sliding his rough hands down my legs, all the way to my ankles, seeming to be reveling in the feel of my skin.
Slowly, he started to move his hands back up. My breath caught in my throat when his hand slipped beneath my skirt. Up and up they traveled, leaving a trail of fire along my thighs. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and smiled at me as he slid my panties down. Tossing them aside, Knox positioned himself between my thighs and gave me a long, lingering look as he began to run the tip of his tongue around my swollen, wet lips.
I pressed my head back into the pillow, stifling a moan as he slipped his tongue inside of me. And when he took my clit into his mouth, gently sucking on it, I felt like a bomb had gone off inside of me. My body was awash in sensation as he licked and sucked. The pleasure only intensified when he slipped two fingers into my dripping wet pussy and began to stroke deep.
Working in unison, his hands and mouth sent
shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through my body. My breathing was growing ragged and I couldn't keep the moans from escaping my throat. I thrashed and writhed beneath him as he licked and fingered me.
His tempo increased, his fingers driving into me harder and faster, keeping time with his mouth. I felt the pressure building up low within me and knew I wasn't going to last much longer. The pleasure he was giving me was exquisite and was quickly driving me to the brink.
With one last thrust of his fingers at the same time he gave my clit a slight nip, I shuddered and felt the crashing wave of my orgasm come down over me. I cried out, gripped his long hair tighter as my body shook and trembled, as tendrils of fire seemed to be crawling along my skin. The sensations were almost too much and I felt like I might shatter into a million pieces.
Slowly, the orgasm ebbed away, but my body continued to tingle. Knox looked up at me, his mouth shiny with my juices and I felt the desire and need in me building again.
“Stand up,” I said, my voice hoarse.
Knox did as he was told and I climbed off the bed. Giving him a long, lingering kiss, I ran my tongue around his mouth, tasting myself upon his lips. Slowly, I sank to my knees in front of him, pulling his boxers down as I went. When he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, I found myself staring at his long, thick, glorious cock.
I gripped it tight at the base and slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. I circled the head of his cock with my thumb, teasing him, relishing the feel of his pre-cum on my fingers. I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue around his head, giving the sensitive spot underneath a nice, hard lick that drew a gasp from him.
I looked up and saw him watching me intently, a look of absolute hunger in his eyes. With our eyes still locked together, I leaned forward and slid his stiff prick into my mouth, sliding down and taking as much of it into me as I could. Tightening my lips around his hard rod, I started to move my head up and down, sucking deeply.
He moaned softly as I sucked on him, and when I gripped his cock with my hand and stroked him in time with my mouth, he drew in a sharp breath.
“Jesus, Grace,” he moaned. “That feels fucking amazing.”
Having him watching me sucking him off as intently as he was only fueled the fire within me. I was growing wetter by the second and couldn't wait to have him deep inside of me. I jerked and sucked on him, harder and faster, gripping him tighter with both my hand and mouth. His body tensed and I could see him gritting his teeth. But the look of absolute bliss in his eyes as I jerked and sucked him off only encouraged me to keep going. Harder. Faster. I worked his hard pole with my hands and mouth with wild abandon.
I have no idea why he made me feel the way he did, but I'd never felt so sexually free with somebody as much as I did with Knox. I felt like I could indulge all of my secret desires – those dark fantasies I had but always kept to myself, never breathing a word of them to anybody. I was so controlled. So, buttoned up. Always prim and proper. I was a good girl. Always.
But I had wants and desires too. Fantasies I kept under wraps for fear of being judged. For fear of letting them lead me down a path I wasn't ready to go But with Knox, it felt different. I felt like I could have those things and it would be okay. I didn't think he'd ever judge me. I had a feeling he'd do whatever he could to indulge and pleasure me.
Knox's breathing was growing ragged and he pulled harder at my hair. He moaned loudly and his body grew even tighter, more tense. It seemed like it took a Herculean effort, but Knox took a step back, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
I looked up at him questioningly. “You okay?”
He nodded and smiled at me. “More than okay,” he said. “But if you'd kept going, you would've made me fill that pretty little mouth with cum. And I'm dying to be inside of you.”
Giving him a sultry little smile, I stood up and turned around. Looking over my shoulder at him, I bent over the edge of the bed and pulled my skirt up around my waist, giving him a view of my ass. He drew in a breath and stepped forward, running his hands all over my ass before giving me a firm little smack on the behind, drawing a surprised yelp from me.
I locked eyes with him and ran the tip of my tongue around my lips. “Fuck me, Knox,” I said. “I want your cock in me right now.”
He tore open the condom wrapper and slid it on with a practiced ease. Dropping the packaging to the ground, Knox stepped forward and gripped my hair, pulling my head back roughly. The heat within me flared – it was like he just somehow intuited what I wanted.
Knox slapped my ass again, harder this time, the sting of it radiating through my body at the same moment he thrust himself forward, burying his thick cock deep inside of me. The blending of pleasure with that little hint of pain was exquisite – and everything I'd fantasized it would be.
“Yes,” I purred. “Just like that.”
He yanked my hair harder as he began to pump his hips, driving himself into me. Knox filled me up completely, stretching me open and sending wave after wave of intense pleasure running through me. He slammed his cock into me hard and fast, slapping my ass to punctuate his thrusts again and again.
I was crying out, pushing myself backward to take him even deeper into me. The sound of our bodies meeting, our skin slapping together, mixed with our cries of pleasure and echoed around the small room, creating a symphony of ecstasy.
“Yes, Knox,” I cried out. “Just like that, baby. Give it to me.”
Knox responded by yanking my hair and smacking my ass again as he drove himself forward, sheathing himself as deep inside of me as he could possibly go, setting off an explosion of sensation in the warm, wet center of me. Out of nowhere, an orgasm with the power of a tsunami came crashing down over me. My body trembled and writhed and I found it hard to breathe as the pleasure struck me like a bolt of lightning.
My whole body felt electric and I opened my mouth to cry out, but only a strangled, gurgling sound came out of it. Knox held himself inside of me, pushed all the way in as he pulled my hair. Slowly, my orgasm passed and I was left feeling drained. Spent. That had been the single most explosive orgasm I'd ever felt in my life.
I looked back over my shoulder at him and smiled. “Holy God,” I wheezed. “That was incredible.”
Knox gave me a crooked smile before pushing me face down onto the mattress. He gripped my hips tightly, his fingers pressing into my flesh roughly. He started to pound himself into me, harder and faster than before. He fucked me with a vigor that was surprising, and yet felt so good.
His breathing was growing ragged and his body was tensed harder than I'd felt it before. I turned my head to the side so I could breathe, pinned and immobile, able to do nothing but feel him driving his cock into me, revel in the pleasure and sensation.
“Come for me, Knox,” I moaned. “I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
And as if my words were the cue he was waiting for, he threw his head back and cried out. Keeping me pinned down to the bed hard, Knox drove himself into me one last time. I felt his cock pulsing and throbbing within me as he blew his load into the condom. Part of me longed to feel his wet, sticky seed filling me up, but I knew I had to be smart.
Slowly, his body began to relax, as did his grip on me. He stepped back, his deflated cock slipping out of me. Knox took off the condom and threw it into the trashcan beside his nightstand. I turned around and laid down on my back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling a little dizzy, and yet, completely incredible at the same time
Knox laid down beside me and I rolled over, laying my head on his chest. I trailed my fingertips across the hard, angular planes of his chest and planted a soft kiss on his stomach.
“You surprise me,” he said, his voice dreamy. “I didn't expect that from you.”
I shrug. “Every girl has her secret little desires.”
“Clearly,” he laughed softly. “Where did you learn all of that? I always took you more for the buttoned-up, church going girl who never thought about se
x.”
“I think about sex a lot, actually,” I said and felt myself blushing as I grinned. “And as far as where I learned that – I read and watch movies a lot.”
“Apparently, I need to get some book and movie suggestions from you.”
“Anytime,” I said.
We laid together, enjoying the companionable silence between us. I hadn't been tired when I first sat down, but at the moment, I felt wrung out. Exhausted. And before I knew it, the darkness of sleep was creeping in at the edges of my vision. I tried to fight it, but it was no use.
It wasn't long before that darkness pulled me under.
Chapter Seven
Knox
Grace was still asleep, breathing softly and evenly. I quietly slipped out of bed and pulled my clothes on, doing my best to avoid waking her. I wanted to be able to slip out before she woke up. It would just be easier that way. I didn't want her tagging along for this. Given that the Dawgs were involved and thought they had the upper hand, I knew that things would more than likely go sideways. The last thing I wanted was for her to get caught in the crossfire.
In the darkness of the room, I could only make out the vague outline of her body. She'd surprised me not only by sleeping with me, but by her sheer ferocity in bed. She wasn't quite the pure, wholesome, girl-next-door she presented to the world. There were some deep, dark desires in her – an insatiable fire that was totally compelling to me.
Being with her had been intoxicating, and honestly, unlike any other woman I'd been with. Though it had been raw and animalistic, there was a tenderness and a vulnerability I saw in her eyes. It was like she was only just beginning to explore that wilder side of her personality and was somehow begging me not to judge her for it.
S was absolutely incredible in bed. And it left me wanting more. A lot more.