“Your cunt feels so good,” he grunted as he took me.
The pressure was building, and I moaned, “I’m about to—” I let out a cry as I spasmed around his cock.
Grayson leaned over me, his hand back in my hair, still thrusting into me, driving me up, up another wave of pleasure.
I let out helpless little cries.
“I told you,” he grunted as he thrust in me, “to leave.”
I couldn’t formulate a response, just let him take his pleasure in me. I cried loudly as I felt myself cresting. Then I was a shuddering mess on his bed. I clawed at the comforter as he pounded in me, keeping up that unrelenting rhythm until I thought I was about to pass out.
Instead I was coming again, my breath escaping in ragged gasps.
Grayson’s thrusts were more erratic, then his teeth were sinking into my shoulder as I felt him shudder inside me, large hand gripping my thigh as he came in me.
I groaned as I lay there on the bed, feeling him pull out of me. Felt him run a hand possessively down my back to cup my backside and squeeze.
“Hot dog,” I said when I could finally formulate words again.
I lifted myself up on one arm and turned my head.
Grayson was watching me, wary, cautious.
I smirked at him. “You’re a special snowflake.”
He startled.
“Most women don’t come from vaginal sex only,” I said quotingThe Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Masturbation. “But you barely touched my clitoris, so good job.”
He seemed horrified.
I laughed and flipped over on my stomach.
Grayson swung his legs over the side of the bed.
I wolf whistled as I watched him head to the bathroom.
“If being a grumpy billionaire CEO doesn’t work out for you career wise, you should try out as a character actor at Disney World. You could kill it with the wine mom demographic.”
As Grayson came back out with a washcloth, the color drained from his face.
“Shit. I hurt you, Lexi.” He sank to his knees beside me. “I need to take you to the hospital. Oh god.”
I looked down. “Minnie’s tits. Stupid virginity.” I grabbed the washcloth from him. “You know us virgins, we bleed and get attached.” I quickly swiped at the very small trickle of blood. I didn’t need to explain to the dry cleaner why I needed a bloodstain removed from a comforter.
What had I been thinking? Now Grayson was freaked out. I was being awkward. He was forever going to be scared by the thought of me. He was going to have to go out and bang a real woman to scrub the memory of me away.
I should have found someone else to lose my virginity to. Someone I didn’t care about. Now Grayson was just going to see me as an inexperienced girl and not want to be with me again.
“I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry, Lexi. I’ll—I’ll cancel my meeting and stay with you and—”
“Grayson?”
“Anthym. Jiminy Cricket.” I looked around wildly.
“Grayson, are you ready to go?” Her voice echoed faintly from the foyer.
“Does no one knock?” I squeaked as I raced around in a panic. “And yes, I do recognize the irony of my statement.”
