Grant tries to sit up. “Hey…”
I shrug. He’s rich. He can afford another one if it’s broken.
“Shhh. This is more important.” I hold the paper again a few inches from his face, probably too close to read the headline. “Is this true?”
“Yes.”
The paper falls to the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Grant rises up again but all he manages is to prop his upper body up with his elbows. “I wanted to wait until everything was finalized and that technically won’t happen until tomorrow morning. The paper jumped the gun.”
I lean down and smash my lips against his until he opens to take a breath and I stick my tongue against his. There’s nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s sloppy and wet and ours. My hands run through his hair at the back of his head and I hold him as close as possible. When I pull away my entire body tingles and I can’t stop smiling while I try to catch a breath of air.
“You’re the most amazing person in the entire world.” I unbutton the bottom two buttons of my polo shirt trying for seductive, but it’s two buttons… on a polo shirt, so I’m not overly effective. Giving up I pull on the hem and bring the shirt over my head tossing it on the floor until I’m sitting on top of him in a black lacy bra. My underwear definitely does not match. It’s not exactly how I thought my first day back to work after being sick would go, but I’m hoping Grant won’t notice. My boobs in his face are a good distraction.
“Well thank you.” Grant’s face reddens with the compliment. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I wiggle my hips on him and grind down a little. “Well, prepare to hear a lot more of them.”
“Maybe we should talk first.”
Talk first? Is he delusional? We’re having sex first. I reach my hands underneath his shirt and lightly score my fingernails down his bare chest. “Are you sure about that?”
He moans as his chest tightens with the contact. “No…”
“That’s what I thought. Sex first then talk.” I haven’t allowed myself to think this was possible ever again. My vagina was ready for a long period of inactivity. Now with the door reopening she’s ready to go.
Grant laughs letting his head fall back on a pillow. His arms reach up each one cupping a side of my face. “Like I’m going to say no to you naked.”
He pulls my head down. His tongue follows the seam of my lips until he pushes through, but I’m not ready for that yet. I want to have a little fun. I push off his shoulder until I’m straddling him our bodies in a T-shaped. Reaching behind me, I tug off my bra, sliding it down my arms, and drop it on the floor. Both my hands slide down my rib cage until I grab each breast and move my hands closer, smooshing them together. I reach out and pinch both nipples watching Grant salivate. The contact races through my body… and Grant’s, from the jerk of his hips.
“Holy shit watching you touch yourself was totally worth all the work I did over the last two weeks.” Grant’s tongue darts out of his mouth and wets his upper lip. “Let me taste.”
I shake my head. “Not yet.” If I let him play, I’ll lose control of the situation and I rather like being in control. “I want it fast and dirty.”
“I like fast and dirty,” he says. His legs raise until he pushes my body further up his chest. “But trust me I can fuck you fast and dirty while getting a lick in too.”
He pulls my body down until I’m forced to reach a hand out to the headboard, bracing myself while he sticks his face in between my breasts. Grant licks a nipple and sucks hard, and I moan against the back of my hand.
With two pant buttons undone Grant lowers my zipper slipping two fingers underneath my underwear. He rubs small slow circles as I grind against him on the bed until I’ve completely lost control of the situation. The tension taking over my body does not give a shit. He can have the control.
Grant must feel it too because he flips me over, my back landing on the mattress and his rumpled sheets. He stands, stopping to lean on the edge of the bed, and in one hard fluid movement pulls my jeans and underwear off my legs, throwing them behind him. His pants go next, coming off so fast I don’t have time to spot a glance at his boxers. He’s across the room in another second or two. The lock on the bedroom door clicks and he stalks to the bed with a stupid grin plastered across his face. “This will probably be loud.”
I said I wanted it hard and fast, but seeing the way he looks at me my body clenches in anticipation for what’s to come. He reaches the edge of the bed and pushes my knees apart exposing my core to the cool air in the room. Two fingers slide around my folds before he inserts them into my ready pussy. “I love that you are so wet for me. Flip over.”
Without a question I do as he demands and roll over, coming up on my knees and hands and positioning myself for him. Grant starts at my ass and trails a hand up my back until he pushes my shoulder down so my head is braced on the pillow and my ass is in the air waiting for him.
“Hard and fast, right?” he confirms.
My head nods, but with being pressed against the pillow the movement is difficult to see so I respond yes as well. It’s not how I imagined it when I walked in this room, but as long as his cock is in me within the next few seconds I don’t care anymore. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more in my life.
He doesn’t waste time before the head of his thick cock pushes past my outer folds. It’s been weeks since the last time we were together like this, and the girth of his hard dick stretches me in this position.
I moan into the pillow as Grant moves in and out, his slow pace picking up with each thrust. When his eyes close and he tilts his head back to the ceiling, his left hand reaches around holding my hips against him and playing with my clit. The wide circles he draws slowly become rhythmic in fashion.
My body tightens around him, his thrusts coming faster and faster until the headboard hits the wall and I moan louder. Using it to his advantage Grant pushes his fingers in my mouth.
“Suck.”
