"I want to be in your mouth," he says.
My arousal spirals higher, and I feel my body flush. Slipping his hand into my hair, and cupping the back of my head, Grant leads me down to my knees. I grip the backs of his thighs as he slips his cock between my lips. Groaning deep in his chest, he pushes his hips forward so he slides over my tongue and deep into my mouth. I relish the taste and feel of him as he thrusts into my mouth at a smooth, leisurely pace. Grant leans his shoulders against the wall so the water streams down on his chest. I take over some of the movement, sucking in time to his thrusts, and adjusting my position so he dips further, slipping slightly into my throat as he moves deeper. Finally, I have all of him in my mouth, and I suck harder, gliding my tongue along his length.
Soon his deep, growling sounds fill the shower. I know he's close. I wrap my hand around the base, and stroke in time with my mouth, and I feel Grant tighten his grip of my hair. He's struggling to control his breath, and finally he pulls back, grabbing his shaft over my hand to withdraw from my mouth. I watch as Grant pumps his cock a few more times, then drops his head back against the wall. He looks down at me a few seconds later, and I see a devilish glint in his glittering dark eyes.
"There’s so much I didn’t get to do with you that night. But I’m going to change all that. Now," he says, lowering to his knees in front of me, "let me find out if you taste as sweet as I've always imagined you would."
I sit down on a nearby shower bench and let Grant spread my thighs, opening me to him. He looks down at me appreciatively and runs two fingertips down my belly to my clit. I groan, my back arching away from the wall when he touches me. My body remembers him, and the silky fluids dripping from me seem too much of a temptation for him to resist. Watching as I massage my breasts, Grant slides back and dips his head down to sweep his tongue over my pussy. I cry out at the intensity of the sensation, but he doesn't relent. His tongue finds my most sensitive spot, and focuses on it. Flicking the tip at a dizzying speed, he brings me to the brink of oblivion, only to pull back and use his entire tongue in slow, broad strokes to cool me down. He repeats this process several times, until I'm writhing on the bench, gasping, and clutching his hair.
Grant seems to know my body innately and can tell when I can't take anymore. He plunges two fingers deep inside me and returns the tip of his tongue to my clit for only a matter of seconds before the tension in my body explodes, and crashes down around me. I scream out, not caring who might hear me, and feel my body clench around his fingers, pulling them in deeper as he thrusts them into me.
When I've finally come down from the earth-shattering peak, Grant moves to the side, filling my hand with more of the soap so I can get clean again. As I slump on the bench, still trembling, he stretches out over me, kissing me softly before bringing his mouth to my ear.
"Sweeter," he whispers.
* * *
Grant and I are both reluctant to move, but the promise of getting back to the hotel finally gets us off the bench of the shower nearly twenty minutes later. We've been staying in separate rooms the entire week, but I have a feeling I won't be going back to my own room tonight. We walk into the main section of the locker room and get dressed, and as we are heading out of the building to Grant's waiting car, I notice him take out his phone and go to a shopping app.
"What are you ordering?" I ask.
"What do you think I'm ordering?" he asks.
A smile comes to my lips as I climb into the car and latch my seatbelt. I'm surprised when he doesn't head straight to the hotel, and instead pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant a few miles from the venue. He glances over at me as he turns off the engine.
"Energy," he says simply.
We both eat quickly, and by the time we're back in the car, I can't keep my hands off Grant. I slide over to the center of the car and run my hand up his inner thigh as I kiss along the side of his neck. My hand cups his cock, and he's already hard again. I nip his earlobe and touch the growing bulge.
"You better stop," he growls.
"Why?" I ask, running my tongue along his neck.
"Because if you don't, it will be all over before we even make it to the hotel."
"If you had condoms in the car, I would want you to fuck me right here, right now."
Grant's hands tighten around the steering wheel, and he moans.
"Say that again," he commands.
I move closer to him.
"I want you, Grant. I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me."
The car screeches to a stop as we pull into the hotel near the valet stand. Climbing out, he throws the keys toward the man at the podium and grabs my hand. We rush across the lobby, and into the elevator at the back. As soon as the doors are closed, and we’re alone inside, Grant pushes me against the wall, pressing his body against mine, kissing me passionately. Finally, the elevator reaches our floor, and he picks me up, carrying me down the hallway to the door to his room. He reaches into his pocket and scans the key card, then pushes through the door into the room.
I gasp as he tosses me onto the bed and steps back to undress. I peel away my clothes as fast as I can, and finally, we're both bare again. He walks over to the counter in the entryway and picks up a brown paper bag. He reaches in and takes out a box of condoms, immediately taking one out and opening it. Using his teeth to tear through the foil packet, Grant takes the condom out, and hands it to me.
"Put it on," he says.
I sit up and grasp his cock, using one hand at the base of the shaft to hold it steady as I settle the condom onto the tip with the other. As soon as it's rolled into place, Grant pushes me back onto the bed and stretches out over me. Scooping one of my legs up with his arm so it bends at his elbow, he plunges into me with one thrust. My walls stretch, a delicious pain spreading through me as he thrusts deeper and harder, reintroducing himself to my body. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly as I offer myself to him. Suddenly Grant pulls back and looks down into my face.
"Why are you so tense?" he asks.
"I’m not trying to be," I say.
"You talk a big game, but now that we're here, it's like you're afraid to let go, and enjoy it."
I don't know what to say, but even if I did, I wouldn't have had time to say it before Grant stands up and reaches for my hand. Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me up off the mattress, and walks me around to the foot of the bed. He turns and sits at the edge, turning me by my hips so I face away from him. Once I'm in this position I notice a large mirrored panel on the wall across from the bed. Still holding my hips, Grant leans forward and runs his tongue up my back.
"Open your legs," he says. "Straddle mine."
I follow his command, spreading my feet so my legs are on either side of his. The two of us are reflected in the mirror in front of me, and my mouth waters.
"I want you to watch," he says. "Watch while I sink inside you." As he says this, he pushes down on my hips to guide me toward his lap. I feel the tip of his cock touch my entrance, and my body opens to welcome him. "Look how I fit inside you, how perfectly my cock fits in your sweet pussy." He begins to thrust inside me, and I moan, my eyes drifting closed. "Don't close your eyes," he instructs. "I want you to watch." He thrusts faster, using one arm wrapped around my hips to guide me as I bounce in his lap. "You are so beautiful when I fuck you," he whispers in my ear. "Look how incredible you are. Look what you do to me. I can't control myself when I'm around you. I want every inch of you, every minute, of every day. Give it to me. All of you."
Listening to him as I watch his cock slide in and out of my body fills me with a sense of confidence and strength like I've never known. I’m connecting with myself as much as with him. Leaning back against Grant's chest, I start to roll my hips to match his thrusts. I wrap one arm back around his neck, and Grant kisses the curve of my neck and shoulder. Releasing my hips, Grant cups both breasts with his hands. One hand then slides down my belly and in between my thighs. I watch as his fingertip finds my
clit and begins massaging it in tight circles.
My body is already humming and aching for release when Grant takes me by my hips again, and stands me up. He walks us to the side of the bed and uses one hand to push me forward so I bend over and land on my hands. He plunges inside me again, and I gasp at the feeling. The new position allows him to hit something a spot deep inside me that sends shivers of sensation throughout my body. I turn my head and watch us in the mirror again. This time, I watch the magnificence of his body, the power of his muscles as they tighten and shift beneath his skin with every thrust. His fingertips dig into the skin of my hips, and each thrust at this angle makes me cry out.
Soon, I can't hold myself up anymore. I drop forward to rest on my chest, my arms stretched in front of me, gripping the bedding tight. I bury my face in the blanket, nearly sobbing with pleasure as Grant slams into me harder and faster. He scratches his fingernails lightly down my back, and the added sensation pushes me over the edge. I can't control myself as I collapse into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I'm thankful for the blankets that muffle my screams of Grant's name, but he can hear me.
"Again," he growls.
I cry out his name again, and he slams into me one more time. His cock throbs, and I can feel him pulsing wildly, spilling into the condom inside me as he lets out a roar. He drops down over me, and we collapse on the bed, tangled in one another as pleasure continues to explode through both of us. Grant's skin is slick with sweat, and his breathing is fast and ragged. I roll over enough to kiss him and feel him suck my bottom lip into his mouth softly. I never want to move from this spot. My eyes close, and I tuck myself into Grant, spooning into him as I drift off to sleep.
* * *
Two days later…
"It's so big," I say, my eyes wide. "It's really huge. I can't believe it."
"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" Grant says. "I thought you'd like it. "
"I do. I really want to touch it."
"Go ahead."
"I can't."
"Of course, you can."
"I don't think I'm supposed to. There are people watching."
"They'll just be jealous. You know they're all thinking it, too."
I glance around to see if anyone else is roaming the courtyard in front of the large office building we're standing in front of. A few people look in my direction, but don't seem to be focused on me. I take the opportunity to reach out and run my fingers along the hard length in front of me. I look into Grant's eyes, a sudden idea bringing an even wider smile to my lips.
"I bet Judy would like it, too. She'd think it's amazing."
"I can take a picture of it and send it to her," Grant says. "Do you want to pose with it?"
"Sure."
I lean my face close, and Grant snaps a picture, turning my phone around to show me the screen.
"Maybe sending that to her isn't such a good idea," Grant says.
"Why not?"
"She might ask me to haul it in next scavenger hunt."
I laugh and take it from him, quickly typing a message to Judy.
"Found it."
Pressing send, I tuck the phone back into my pocket.
"We should probably get going," Grant says. "The plane is waiting for us. I want to make sure to get to the marina in plenty of time to check everything before Kurt gets there."
I take a final glance over my shoulder, then shake my head as we walk away.
"When you said we needed to stop by an office in Missouri, I thought it was to meet a client, not to see the World's Largest Fork."
Grant grins at me as we climb into the waiting car, and he tells the driver to bring us back to the private airport we landed at a few hours ago.
"Maybe that's something we can cross off your bucket list," he says.
I think about that for a few seconds.
"If I had a bucket list, I'm sure that would be on there. So, I'm going to count it. You did a good job. I'm very satisfied with your services."
Grant leans over and kisses me.
"There's a few more services I'd like to offer you later."
I'm almost ashamed at how quickly I've gotten used to having drivers waiting for us, and traveling around in a private plane. I’ve only flown commercial a handful of times, but it’s been ruined for me now. I'm fairly certain I won’t find comfy leather recliners, a full bar, a bed, and an entertainment set-up far more impressive than the one in my house, on a Delta flying out of my local airport.
We walk onto the plane, and I immediately head to the bar for a bottle of ginger ale. The luxury of the private plane might have spoiled me, but flying is still my least favorite mode of transportation. The takeoff in particular. The rest isn't so bad, but taxiing down the runway fills me with a sense of anticipation and anxiety. The second the wheels life off, my stomach starts turning. Once we get up to altitude I'm fine, and I've found sipping ginger ale during those few minutes helps.
"So, tell me again what's happening at the marina," I say as I pop the top on the bottle of ginger ale and carry it over to my seat.
The plane won't be leaving for a few more minutes, but I still latch my seatbelt and tug on it a few times.
“Well, hopefully, yesterday they started moving as many of the boats as they could to make room. The ones that didn’t leave are getting decorated.”
“And the owners are ok with that?” I ask.
“Surprisingly, yes,” Grant says. “They actually want to be a part of this whole thing. I really thought they were going to laugh in my face and tell me I was ridiculous when I asked if they could vacate the lake for the day so I could stage a pirate battle.”
I laugh.
“I’d think that would be a fairly logical response to that request.”
Grant shrugs.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had someone react to a request like that. But that’s why I’m so good at what I do.”
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Persistence,” he says.
I smile and nod.
“You certainly have a lot of that,” I say.
“When I asked them, though, they wanted to know more about it. I explained the situation, and several of them said it sounded like a lot of fun, and wanted to be in on it. They offered to let us use their boats as decoration, as long as they got to be on the deck watching and potentially yelling dastardly things,” Grant says.
“Dastardly things?” I ask.
“I think they just want to talk like pirates and not feel weird about it.”
I nod. I never would have thought a group of adults would get so excited about playing pirate, but at the same time, it doesn’t shock me. Everyone knows the people into Halloween the most are grownups, and Grant did say a lot of the bucket list requests he gets stem from what a person wanted to do with their life but was never able to do. Maybe this client is just speaking to their inner desire for adventure and escape.
As soon as we begin to land a little over two hours later, I start to feel a little sad. The marina is the last stop on our bucket list quest. That means my adventures with Grant are almost over, and I don't think I'm ready to let it go. It's been so amazing to spend this time with him the last couple of weeks, and I don't want to go back to the real world just yet. Being whisked away on this journey with Grant, even though it was ostensibly for work, was a glimpse into his life and the world he lives in. I always knew he had a life that was beyond anything I could imagine, and that as he got older, it would only become more incredible. Bouncing from place to place, traveling in his private plane and the never-ending number of sleek black cars that are always available to drive us wherever we need, and staying in hotels so lavish they feel like movie sets, has been a dream. I'm getting to experience the world of luxury, indulgence, and opportunity like never before.
The opportunities are what appeal to me the most. The sheer frivolity of spending I've seen in clients, and the indulgence I've enjoyed, have been fun, but aren’t something I
can’t live without. What I am most drawn to is feeling like the entire world is open to me. Not just the little microcosm represented by Grant, his brothers, and their clients, but the entire world. My father always used to tell me that anything was possible if you put your mind to it. That was an adage I held close, and that became almost like my personal mantra as I pushed through each new stage of my life. In the last few weeks, a blink in comparison to the rest of my life, that's changed completely. When I'm with Grant, I feel like everything is possible.
It's a subtle difference, and one many people might not even recognize. I do. The sense of being able to pursue and accomplish whatever I want, to see and do and experience anything that may pop into my mind, is invigorating. I'll miss feeling like I can make decisions without hesitation. Being alongside Grant has given that confidence to me. Sure, the unimaginable wealth Grant has at his disposal makes things easier, which is the point of his business to begin with. But, the money isn’t what gives me this feeling – it's the pure power and self-assurance that radiates off Grant. He walks into a room and can command attention without saying a word. It’s intoxicating.
I realize as we drive toward the marina that I haven't thought about Wyatt – until now, that is – in over a week. He has been effectively pushed out of my mind by thoughts of Grant, along with the incredible experiences we've had. Not having to deal with my ex while we've been away has ended up being a side bonus. I don't know if he'll still be there when we get back to Magnolia Falls, but even if he is, I feel prepared and recharged. Grant has bolstered me, and for every absurd, pathetic spectacle Wyatt makes, I can cope with a thought of Grant's lips on mine, and his hands on my body. The memories we’ve made make me feel like I can weather anything.
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