by Tia Siren
“Well, you’re going to have to,” he said.
“Why?” I asked breathlessly. His massages alone had me panting and weak. He could toss me over this desk and have me coming for him before his cock bottomed out in my asshole.
But I felt his lips dip into the shell of my ear, collapsing me at my knees as his hands wrapped around my waist.
“Because we’re heading back to my place,” he said.
Chapter 33
Grant
We pulled up to my house, and my cock was already leaking into my pants. Crissy had been wiggling around in her seat the entire time, and I knew she was about to explode. I was about to fill her virgin little ass with my cock as I watched those deliciously thick ass cheeks devour me, and I was practically salivating all over myself. Never in my life had I been so ready to take a woman.
I parked the car in the garage and closed the door. I wanted to make sure absolutely no one saw us. Once the door was shut and we got out, Crissy was practically scrambling for the door. She threw it open and ran through my house, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as she ran up the stairs. I chased her, tickling the backs of her legs as she squealed. She was so excited and ready for me, and it warmed my chest as we barreled into my room.
She hopped onto the bed and sat on her knees, looking wanton and ready for me to take control. She was ready. She knew who she belonged to. She knew who would take care of her. My cock leaked into my pants, bleeding through as her eyes raked down my body.
“Please, Mr. Jacobs. I can’t wait any longer.”
Her voice was heavy with need. Her hands began tugging at her clothes, throwing them across the room as I watched her unveil herself. I slowly undid my tie, sliding it from around my neck, and I dropped it to the floor. Her tits bounced with excitement, puckering at the cool air of my room as I scanned her body. Her thighs were covered in her juices, and I could only imagine how wet her ass was.
She was so tempting on her knees, licking her lips as I peeled my clothes from my body. As I stood there naked in front of her with my cock head dripping down my length, I knew I’d just have to give her a little bit of a taste.
But not much.
“You wanna suck this cock?” I asked.
“Please, Mr. Jacobs. I’ll do anything.”
Fuck. This girl was going to be the death of me.
“Suck my cock, Miss Marks.”
She fell to her stomach and gobbled it down. I threw my head back as she sucked, knowing damn good and well I wouldn’t last long this way. This was not where I was going to spill my pent-up cum. This was not the hole I wanted to fill tonight. Her tongue swirled around the tip, causing me to shiver as I wound my hands into her hair. I’d forgotten how skilled her tongue was, how warm the back of her throat felt. Crissy bobbed her head and hollowed out her cheeks, and I could feel my balls pulling into my body.
“That’s enough,” I said.
She released me with a pop, then spun around and threw her stomach onto the bed. She stuck her ass in the air, showing me the beautiful butt plug that was slowly slipping out from her little hole. I crawled onto the bed and played with it a little bit, slowly pumping it between her ass cheeks as she squirmed.
I loved the way her legs shook. I loved the way her hands gripped my bedsheets. Her beautiful skin contrasted with my green silk sheets perfectly, and a part of me thought I wouldn’t mind having her here forever.
I shook the thought from my head as I reached to grab the lube. I slowly removed the butt plug, and Crissy sighed. Then I lubed up my cock nice and wet. I slathered some on her ass crack, wanting to make sure my massive cock could fit into this tiny little hole. Then I lined the head of my cock up with her entrance.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered.
I popped the head of my cock into her asshole, and she groaned. She pressed her face into the pillow, and I felt her tense up. I reached my hand around, feeling for her clit, and I slowly began to draw circles around it to get her to relax.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she choked out.
“Are you ready for your reward, Miss Marks?”
“Fuck yes,” she said breathlessly.
I massaged her clit, watching her body shake as she released. I pushed in a bit and felt her tense. Then I stopped and began again. She was such a good girl, patient for my thick dick as I pressed it into her untouched hole. I leaned over and pressed kisses along her spine, watching her skin tingle before I pushed in a little bit more.
“Grant,” she breathed.
I let it slide this time, knowing she was in a completely different headspace. I stopped, feeling her ass clench down around me as the ring of her hole expanded to accommodate my cock. My fingertips worked her clit faster, and I felt her give way to the pleasure as her asshole loosened. Then, just before I felt her body run away with her, I pressed in a bit deeper.
“Holy shit,” she squeaked.
“Just take deep breaths. You’re doing wonderfully, sweet girl.”
I pressed more kisses around her back, feeling her shiver as her breaths came in short pants. She didn’t even realize what she was giving me, and in that moment, I knew I’d do anything to make sure she was all right. She was trusting me with something she’d never trusted anyone with before. She was giving me something blindly while not knowing what she was getting into. She trusted my judgment and the pleasure of her body to me, and that wasn’t something I was going to take lightly.
Not for a fucking second.
I felt her finally relax, and I slid in a bit more, listening to her groan into my pillow. One more inch and I would be all in. Her body trembled as her ass clenched down on me, and I knew exactly what would loosen her up the rest of the way.
I played with her clit as it swelled beneath my fingertips. I pressed and toggled, swirling it around underneath the pads of my fingertips as she moaned into the pillow. Her hands reached out for the sheets, curling them up tightly as her legs scrambled for leverage. Then she did something I never thought she would’ve done.
She bucked her ass back, swallowing me the rest of the way down.
“Holy shit, Crissy,” I grunted.
“Yes, Grant. Mr. Jacobs. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Her ass was pulsing around my cock, and my body was giving way. Her hips bucked back into me as she chased her orgasm, her ass jiggling against my body as I held myself there. I wasn’t ready to come yet, but she looked so fucking hot as she greedily took what she knew was rightfully hers.
My body.
“Yes. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—”
Her ass swallowed me whole, and her cheeks tightened around me. I had to bite down on my lower lip and think of work in order to keep myself from coming right then and there. Her ass was absolutely perfect as she squirmed and bucked with her orgasm, her legs trembling as my hand slowly fell from her clit. She was breathing hard, sweat dripping down her neck. She was a vision. An absolute beauty.
And now it was my turn to take what was rightfully mine.
I reared back and grabbed her hips, situating myself behind her before I slowly pulled out. She whimpered at the loss of me before I slowly pushed back in, and her entire body trembled as I filled her back up. I slid back out again, reveling in the sloshing sounds of the lube. Then I shot myself back in and felt her legs grow taut.
“You’re massive, Mr. Jacobs,” she panted.
I had to admit, I was a bit disappointed that she didn’t call me by my first name. It sounded beautiful tumbling from her lips, but I shook the thought from my mind. I pulled out again, but this time, I slammed in, causing her to wail. She matched me thrust for thrust, bucking hungrily back into my thick dick as I watched her ass gobble it down. It was the most perfect scene unfolding time and time again: her red, swollen asshole slurping me down before her ass cheeks bottomed out into my hips.
It was an image I was never going to forget.
I dropped one of my
hands and went searching for her clit. Her body jump as my fingertips grazed it, and I began to fiddle with it again. I felt myself approaching an end I desperately needed, and I wouldn’t deny myself a second time.
Not with Crissy.
Not again.
I pounded her beautiful ass as her body bucked ravenously back into me. Her body quaked and darted, her words turning into incoherent syllables as her chest fell to the bed. Her knees were shaking, and I could feel my balls pulling into my body as skin slapped skin. My nuts were smacking her drenched pussy, covered in her juices as they dripped down my skin. Next time, I’d find something to fill both of her holes. Maybe tie her up so she couldn’t get away.
But for now, I simply slathered her back with kisses as I felt her body climbing toward its precipice.
My hips began to stutter as my balls curled all the way up into my body. Electricity shot through my veins, lighting me on fire as I began nipping at her skin. She jumped with every bite as she slammed her ass back into me, and I knew she was close when she began to moan my name into the pillow.
But it wasn’t the name I was given. It was the name I wanted.
“Grant. Grant. Holy shit. Fuck me, Grant. Take that ass. Make it yours. All yours. I’m all yours.”
The last few words were whispered, like a desperate secret she couldn’t hang onto any longer. My body shook, and my dick grew in size, causing her to moan out as my sweat dripped onto her back. I laid my teeth into her shoulder, marking her as mine as stars burst behind my eyes. Her body quaked with her orgasm as her ass clamped down onto me, pulling from my dick the juices it wanted to so badly.
“Crissy. Holy fuck, your ass is perfect.”
I filled her asshole with my thick streams of come as I held her close. I kissed her skin and nipped at her sides, feeling her choke on her own orgasm as we both came together. She dropped to the bed, panting and hoarse as she tried to catch her breath. Then, when I was finally done unloading myself into her, I dropped to her side with my dick still in her ass.
I threaded my arms around her and pulled her close. Her body molded perfectly to mine, and in that instant, I knew I was in trouble. I kissed all along her shoulders and her neck, getting lost in her beautiful head of hair as my chest warmed with excitement.
I’d fallen in love with the one person I shouldn’t have, and it tore me apart inside.
As I lay there with her, listening to her catch her breath, I knew I couldn’t tell her. It would be hard enough when both of us had to walk away from this, and I didn’t want to hurt her any more than I already would. The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel obligated to stay.
Or worse, scare her off.
So, I settled for holding her close and feeling her heart beat through her back.
Because this was better than nothing at all.
Chapter 34
Crissy
Even as I worked on organizing files, I couldn’t get last night out of my mind. It had felt different that time with Grant, like something between us had shifted. I wasn’t sure what it was, and I honestly was too sore to figure it out, but it did have me thinking. I kept stealing glances his way all morning, wondering what it was that had changed. Maybe he felt the same way I did, or maybe he was ready to let me go. Maybe that was our last lesson, and he was wanting to make it an explosive session before letting me down easy.
Either way, I tried to keep my gaze from falling on him too much, unless I wanted my mind to run away from me.
I walked some files into his office and began putting them away. I darted my gaze over to him, seeing if I could catch his stare, but all I got was the profile of his face. For a man who’d just taken the only thing I’d never given anyone else, he sure as hell was distant. But he also had a massive stack of papers on his desk, so maybe he was just busy.
I knew I was in trouble when I began overthinking things.
“Mr. Grant,” a man said. “I need to speak with you. Privately.”
I looked up and saw someone I didn’t recognize standing in the doorway of the office. Grant looked up and nodded, then looked over to me and cocked his head toward my desk. No smile. No greeting. No calling my name. Nothing.
Whatever the hell had his mind so occupied, it wasn’t being trumped by the evening we shared last night.
I slipped out of the office and shut his door, then stood there to listen. If you stood at the right angle, you could hear most of what was going on in his office, and I wanted to know what had his mind so occupied. He looked rested and well, but there was conflict behind his eyes.
I was honestly worried about him.
“I’ve got some sensitive information for you,” the man said.
“Thanks, Paul. Now, what am I looking at?”
Paul? Like the I.T. guy Paul? I’d never seen him around the building, but I did hear some of the ladies talking about him sometimes. Apparently, he was always on call to fix their computers, and rumor had it that he enjoyed fixing a bit more than their computers.
I guessed women couldn’t resist a man with dexterous fingers on his knees.
“It’s confidential,” he said.
Just then, I heard Grant get up from his desk. I ran back to mine, hopping over the top of it before I settled down into the seat. I slipped my headset on and began to fire up a random document on the computer. When Grant opened the door, I slowly turned my head toward him.
“Everything all right?” I asked.
His eyes scanned me before they darted down to my desk. The papers were a bit disheveled, and I’d knocked my cup of pens and pencils over. A playful smirk crossed his face. I felt my insides melt as he winked at me, shaking his head before he shut the door behind himself.
There he was, my playful little Grant.
I wondered what the information was about. The only thing I could figure was that it was about that bullshit trip to New Orleans. Maybe they’d figure out what the hell was going on. Either way, I couldn’t continue my work, so I decided to head to the break room for some coffee.
Maybe a bit more caffeine would keep my asshole from throbbing.
I walked into the break room and saw Dylan standing in the corner. I stuck to the outer perimeter of the room until I made my way to the coffee machine, but I could feel his eyes on me. I poured myself a cup and doused it in creamer. Then I chanced a look at him and couldn’t help but smirk. He still had a massive bruise on his jaw from where Grant had clocked him, and it served him fucking right.
I could see the fury behind his eyes. He was obviously still upset about what had happened, but it wasn’t my fault. He was the idiot who had tried to shove me into his car. He honestly deserved to lose his job. I poured a cup of coffee for my father, suddenly getting the inspiration to go visit him with all this bullshit going on. I always loaded mine with creamer, but he always loaded his with sugar. I could remember the first time I’d ever had coffee. It was right around the time my mother died, and I was drinking it in order to stay awake and keep making funeral arrangements. I was so angry at my father that I was trying to do everything the exact opposite of him.
I even made my coffee different just so I could separate myself from him.
I giggled at the bruise as I walked out of the break room and left Dylan there to fume. I wanted to pay my father a visit to see if I could figure out what in the world was going on in Grant’s office today. If he had the I.T. department in on it, then that meant whatever was happening with this merger was, in fact, an inside issue. I made my way down to the junior executive floor, then took a sharp right and headed straight into my father’s office.
“Hey, Dad,” I said as I sat the coffee cup down on his desk.
He hung up the phone quickly before he fixed me with a smile. He looked down at the cup of coffee and seemed relieved, but I finally got a chance to really study my father. The lines around his eyes had deepened just a bit, and the sparkle I’d always known to be there was gone. I was slowly seeing my father in a different light, esp
ecially now that I was in love with Grant. I looked down at my coffee, seeing how murky it was with creamer. I had been so desperate to separate myself from my father in any way possible, but the reality was, he must’ve been devastated.
When we lost Mom, he pulled away from all of us, shut himself in his room while Sissy dove into her studies. I planned the funeral and took care of the arrangements while Sissy kept up the house. There was no more having him wake me up for school or making sure I had my lunch packed. He pulled away from everyone and everything, and it wasn’t much longer after that he sold the company to Grant. In my eyes, it was like he was getting rid of everything that reminded him of Mom.
But as I stood there and studied the dark circles underneath his eyes and the way his hand trembled holding his coffee, I realized something very important.
I realized that Mom’s death had broken him.
He had lost his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime. While I couldn’t compare how I felt about Grant to the love I saw between my parents, the idea of having to eventually walk away from Grant shattered my soul.
But having to bury him? It would ruin me.
Just like it ruined my father.
He couldn’t touch her any longer. Couldn’t talk to her anymore. Couldn’t go to her when he needed emotional support or someone to rant to. He was stuck raising two daughters on his own with absolutely no idea how to provide the emotional support we needed growing up. He had to learn about things like makeup and fashion. He had to figure out the difference between scented and unscented tampons after I first started my period. He had to take off work when we got sick so someone could be there to take care of us. Then he had to nurse himself back to health while working so he didn’t lose any more days at work.
The hell that man must’ve been going through was something I hoped I never experienced if I ever got married myself.
“Thank you for the coffee, sweetheart,” he said.
“No problem,” I said as I choked back tears.
“Are you all right?” he asked.