I told myself I didn’t want to be a fling to her and yet here I am, ready to be just that if it means I can have her. Even just this once. Because having Grace once is better than never having her at all.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
I know full well I might never get this chance again. Tomorrow she could wake up and create a world of distance and space between us. Laugh it off as a drunken birthday thing.
That’s likely what will happen, given all the constraints we face.
It’ll suck and I’ll have to deal with the weight of my disappointment, but it would be nothing compared to the disappointment and regret I’d feel by saying no to this.
“I want to do this with you,” she breathes the words.
In a flash, I cover her, my mouth back on hers, my hands on her hips, my chest pressing hers down. Never in my life have I been with a woman I’ve wanted this much and if I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself by saying too much. Reaching around, I unhook her bra, tossing it over my shoulder. My mouth drops down as my hand swipes up, cupping her full breast, squeezing it and sucking on her nipple.
She’s so beautiful. And her skin tastes so sweet. And she fills up my hands perfectly. Like she was made for me. Meant for me. Grace’s fingers run through my hair, dragging her nails along my scalp as I consume her breasts, one and then the other. I take my time with them. Savor each second, study every breathy moan she makes.
One hand slides down her stomach, looping into the thin string of her panties, dragging them down her legs and off. And once she’s completely naked before me, I pull back and stare at her. Every dip and curve. She’s exquisite, almost too stunning to look at, and judging by the sparkle in her eye, I said that aloud.
“Now I want to see you,” she says, sitting up and going for my briefs. Her hand squeezes my cock over the cotton, ripping a hiss from the back of my throat. “Wow. Never in all my high school fantasies did I ever imagine I’d actually get my hands on your dick.”
With my hands on the waistband of my briefs, I freeze, tilting my head and staring right into her eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“What?” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “All the girls thought you were hot. You rocked the mysterious bad boy mystique. We couldn’t get enough. Oliver’s oh-so-serious and sexy older brother. Well, one of four that is, but you were a junior and senior when we were freshmen and sophomores, so we saw you more. Not to mention heard all about how good you were in bed from the girls lucky enough to find out.”
Did she just call me sexy? And admit to wanting me in high school? Not just wanting but having fucking fantasies? Oh, hell yes. And oh, hell no this is not only tonight. If she wanted me once, she’ll want me again. I’ll make it my life’s fucking mission.
“Tell me more about these fantasies,” I demand as I stand, removing my boxers as I go.
Her eyes widen when she sees all of me. She stares and stares hard—pun intended—for a few moments before slowly skating up my body until she meets my eyes.
“This,” she says, her voice a shaky whisper. “I pictured this. Me naked before you, you staring at me with fervor in your eyes, us about to have sex.” Her already flushed face heats further with teenage embarrassment though she doesn’t divert her gaze or cover her naked body.
My hands cup her cheeks, sliding back into her hair seconds before my lips crash down on hers once more. I groan the second my tongue tastes her, feels the heat of her mouth. I need her. This second. With my mouth still against hers, I press her back down into the mattress, lift her thigh until one knee is resting on my shoulder, her other bent, and then I slide inside her in one swift, hot move.
She sucks in a breath, her teeth clamping down on my bottom lip. Nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders while her back bows, her body tense as she tries to acclimate to my size.
My lungs empty at the tight feel of her, the way her body clenches mine, a vise-like grip.
I open my eye, wanting to tell her to relax. To take a breath. To ask if she’s okay only to lock on her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed, her brows creased, but her lips are soft and supple, the crest of her cheekbones so delicate.
“Grace.” I whisper her name.
And the second her eyes open and meet mine, everything inside me changes. It’s as if I’ve spent years of my life in hibernation only to be awoken in this moment. Hungry. Desperate. Alive. Never have I been more alive than I am inside her.
Roughly cupping her jaw, my thumb scrapes sharply along her bottom lip, needing her to experience this with me even when deep down, I know she’s not. She wants the fling. The hot, dirty sex of it. I do too, but it’s obvious this moment means a hell of a lot more to me than it ever will to her.
“Can I move now?” I ask as her body starts to relax around me.
She gives me a jerky nod. “Yes.”
I slide back, my eyes trained on hers as I practically slip from her body only to thrust back in, deeper, harder, all the way to the hilt. Her neck arches, her lips parting on a moan. My hand clasps her neck before I can stop it, holding on tight without squeezing as I start to pound into her.
Her tits jiggle, bouncing with the force of my thrusts, my other hand grasping her hip, compelling her body to take every inch of me. She meets me thrust for thrust, pound for pound, our bodies working in tandem as I unleash everything I’ve worked so hard to keep buried. Everything I’ve kept pent-up all these months.
All my wicked desires. Every ounce of want.
And that other thing. The one I refuse to give a name or a voice to. Not now. Not in this moment, it’ll ruin me completely.
“Grace,” I rasp, grunting and groaning with each push and pull.
I’ve never gone bareback in a woman before. Never. Not once. Not even with girls I dated for a few months here or there. Always with condoms. I was in college, and medical school, and residency. I knew the dangers of not using protection. I saw first-hand what happened to Landon. That was enough to scare a dude into a lifetime of condoms.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Carter, harder. I want it harder.”
I give her neck a squeeze before releasing it, pulling completely out of her, groaning from the loss of her hot, wet pussy around me. In a flash, I clutch her hips and haul her off the bed, forcing her across the room. Her feet trip over themselves, her movements clumsy.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice startled as I slam her against the dresser on the opposite side of the room.
“Open your eyes, beautiful.”
Blue eyes snap wide, only to strike immediately on her reflection in the mirror. She gasps, her body flushing over instantly just as her gaze snags on mine.
“Hold on,” I warn her. “And don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch.”
I kick her legs apart, line up my still wet cock with her tight pussy, and ram into her. She jerks forward, having to use her hands to catch herself, but her eyes nearly roll back in her head.
“Yes,” she hisses.
“That hard enough for you, sweetheart?”
“Yes. So good. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
There is nothing fucking sexier in this world than a woman who is not only comfortable and confident in her body and what she wants but isn’t afraid to tell you. One arm wraps around her waist, pulling her hips back, holding her there. My other grabs her breast, squeezing it as I start to fuck her, never removing my eyes from her reflection. It’s exactly what I pictured that day in the bathroom. Only better. So much better.