THREE
In Laura’s living room, Grant held out an arm to her—one of those awesomely muscled, brawny, perfect arms—and said, “Nice apartment. Come here.”
Her every cell answered his beckoning call. She could imagine the very nerves in her muscles firing as she stepped toward him—and then a storm of unleashed desire started to rumble inside her when Grant took her by the hand and gathered her up against him. Now, she was enwrapped in both of those powerful arms and pressed against the cliff face of stony muscle that was his chest. Her breath flowed hotly in and out of her. This was what she had wanted, after all: to do one spontaneous, impulsive thing; to hurl herself headlong into passion. And now, here it was. Laura thought of all the times she had ever heard—often from her parents—that getting what you want is not necessarily a good thing and that you should accept what you can get and be grateful.
What a crock, she thought now, crushed against the slab of granite that was Grant Boone. She barely had the thought leap across her mind than he brought his face—that face that could set gods to weeping—closer to hers, and took her mouth with his.
In her heart, the storm rumbled louder, and a gale-force wind of rising pleasure howled. That first kiss was like all of the elements crashing in on her. She clung to him, not only to give herself into that pleasure, but also, she thought, to stop herself from being completely swept away by it. Indescribably wonderful as it was, Laura wanted to keep her wits and her senses about her. This was what she had wanted. This was what she was getting. She meant to enjoy it.
Pulling out of the kiss, Grant held Laura close. “This is exactly how I wanted to spend my last night in town,” he said. “With someone beautiful. In her bed.” He glanced over her shoulder and across the living room to a door on the other side of which she had left on one soft light. “Is that your bedroom over there?”
“Yes,” she whispered back, craving his kiss again.
But instead of kissing her, he let her go and took a step back—and peeled off his grey muscle top. Letting the sweater dangle in his hand, Grant thus revealed his full upper glory to her. He was even more magnificent than she had thought. The dark hair spilled all the way across the slabs of his pecs and all the way down his abs, accenting muscles so perfect that Laura thought he must have custom-ordered them and had them installed. The arms were the same as the torso. Their mass was sublime, their musculature perfectly cut.
“Take me there,” Grant said.
This time, Laura held out her hand. Clasping his hand to hers once more, Grant let him lead her back to the bedroom.
Once they were there, Grant took a moment to survey the space where he would give her and himself the ultimate satisfaction. The bed was queen-sized, and she’d had the foresight to turn down the spread; that was good. He liked a lady who thought ahead. And right in front of them, on the opposite side of a chest of drawers adjoining the bed, was a wide, full-length mirror. Grant cast a smiling, smoldering look at the two of them in the mirror and dropped his sweater on the floor. “Step over there first,” he said. “Face the mirror.”
Laura was liking this better all the time. Here was a man who was not only a thing of physical perfection but knew exactly what he wanted and took complete charge of the situation. She could hardly wait to hear his next command. He accompanied her to the mirror and stood behind her. “Relax,” he said, breathing hotly over her shoulder. “I’m gonna take off your top and your bra. I want to watch us in the mirror while I feel up your boobs.”
A bottomless pit of excitement dropped open in Laura’s stomach. He had presented himself as a gentleman—an incredibly sexy gentleman—at the bar. Now, he was showing another side of himself, and she was eager to see how much more he would show her.
Quickly and sensuously, Grant peeled Laura’s top up and off her body and let it fall to the carpet at her feet. While she straightened her hair, suppressing the trembles and shudders that went through her body at his touch, he expertly got off her bra and discarded it as well. Now, they were both bare from the waist up—and his arms quickly encircled her, and his hands moved right where he said he was going to put them. At once, each of Grant’s hands was full of one of Laura’s breasts, and he squeezed them. The heat of his skin against hers made Laura feel as though the storm inside her would turn to an inferno. She leaned back against him and shut her eyes. “No,” he said into her ear. “Eyes open. Watch me feel you up.”
Laura obediently fixed her gaze on the mirror and took in the way he took command of her body. The rhythmic tightening and relaxing of Grant’s big, strong hands on her breasts, and the feeling of his nose and cheek nuzzling the side of her face, sent waves of contentment through Laura; a contentment that she knew was the preamble to something even greater. In a low, growling voice he said, “Mmm, you’ve got nice boobs. They’re the perfect size, perfect to grab and squeeze. They fill my hands just right.” He focused the attention of his fingers on her nipples and squeezed each one between a thumb and index finger, not too tightly, just firmly enough to express his appreciation of the way they hardened at the press of his fingertips. Laura put her hands on his, looked deep into the glass, and savored what he was doing to her.
“Don’t move,” Grant said. “Stay just like that.” And he slipped his right hand from her grasp while she stayed still as she was told. What was he going to do now? He moved his free hand down and behind her. She heard the faint tinkle of his belt coming undone and the metallic sound of his zipper coming down. Her heart, the opposite of the rest of her, gave a little leap.
Grant turned her around. He pressed his lips to hers in a moist and molten kiss while guiding Laura’s hand down to his trousers which hung open. She suddenly gasped in mid-kiss at the feeling of what her hand found there. Instead of the fabric of an undergarment, she discovered only flesh—a thing of thick, hot, pulsing, hardening flesh. As Grant kissed hungrily at her cheekbone, Laura peered down at what now extended from his undone fly, and she feared she would collapse in his arms with the sudden realization, He’s not wearing any underwear! And what was more, her hand could barely contain what now throbbed in her grasp. Oh my God, this thing is practically falling to the floor!
“You like that?” he said lustily, licking and pecking at her lips. “You know what I’m gonna do to you with that, don’t you?”
It was all that Laura could do to whisper in awe, “Oh, Grant…”
He chuckled at her, “Yeah, you’re gonna be saying that a lot tonight.” He took her lips in a sucking kiss while his member surged in Laura’s grip. Then, he slightly pulled away from her, just letting her keep hold of what had been in his khakis, and said, “Go sit on the bed and take everything else off. Go on.”
With an effort, Laura let go of what she was holding and walked the few steps to the bed backward. She stopped with a bump when the backs of her legs hit the bed, and she dropped onto the edge of it. She never took her eyes from Grant, not wanting to miss a second of his stripping before her—or what dangled so amazingly out of those khakis. She was barely aware of her own movements, kicking off her shoes and slipping off her slacks, while he pulled off his boots and stripped away his trousers, leaving them to lie at his feet. Now, Grant was on full display in front of her, and he was even more stupefying in his full nakedness than she had imagined. His legs were twin Sequoias of astoundingly muscled flesh. At his crotch hung his massive meat, and Laura could now see that he had a complete foreskin covering the head of it. She gulped a bit. Not only was it enormous, it was in the most natural state for a man’s piece. She had never had one like that. And behind the colossal root that was his erection bulged a round, thick purse of manliness that Laura could only guess was ripe and bursting with seed.
Grant stayed in place, stroking that prodigious erection while she watched. With one hand he pulled back the foreskin and exposed the blunt, rounded head. With the other, he carefully squeezed the pouch at his root, showing her with his gestures what awaited her. Laura was mesmerized at the sight of his full glory, but no so much that she did not hear him say, “Off with the panties.”
It only now dawned on Laura that she was not yet completely naked. Only her panties remained on her, and she quickly slid them down her thighs and shins and left them on the floor by the bed. Grant smiled ardently at her. “Good,” he said. “Now open your legs. I want to see it. Show it to me.”
With a breath, Laura again did as he bade her. She parted her thighs and displayed the pink fruit between them. Grant licked his lips like a beast—a big, beautiful beast. “Mmm, that looks good. I want that. You want me to get that?”
“Yes,” she said, the few steps between them now seeming torturous.
Grant took those few steps and, reaching the bedside where she sat, lowered himself to his knees in front of her exposed lady parts. He put his hands on her inner thighs and leaned forward. First, he kissed her lips again, a long, hard kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back, pouring all her desire for him into the act. Then he slipped his lips from hers and descended face first between Laura’s legs.
The sensation that hit her next made her fall back across the bed. Grant licked her curtains of flesh and moved his tongue up and down her opening and onto her pulpy bud, giving Laura a pleasure that rendered her utterly helpless. Then he raised her thighs, put them over his shoulders, and moved in for more of what he had just tasted. His mouth returned to her sex and sucked at it as if he had never eaten this or food in his life. The wet, ravenous relish with which Grant began to eat her out made Laura hurl a long moan of sexual wonder up to the ceiling of her bedroom. She tossed her head on the bedspread, feeling herself be consumed by a man perfect beyond her comprehension. With each lick, each suck upon her petals and knob, she became utterly his. She was a woman possessed by rapture.
Grant licked at her pink wetness with the full width of his tongue and with the tip of it, alternating between ravishing her and teasing her. The shifting sensations, each one as wondrous as the other, were maddeningly good. He switched from her folds to her bud and back again, and slipped his tongue into her open passage, probing her channel and making her tighten her legs on his shoulders. Laura’s ears rang with the sound of his slurping at her down there and her own incoherent mumblings of pleasure. Somewhere in the midst of it, she heard him groan between licks and slurps, “You taste good. Man, you taste good. I love this…”
The mutual delight of Grant eating her was so great that Laura almost thought it would go on forever. But instead, he lifted his head from her sex, unhitched her legs from his shoulders, and said, licking his chops like a beast, “Climb up on the bed.”
Laura somehow made herself move even though she felt half-paralyzed with pleasure. She swung her legs up onto the mattress and got her head onto the pillows at the same time as Grant climbed up with her and upon her. At first, he came down over her and made a cage of his arms and legs around her. He sucked hard at her nipples, making her want to shout. He looked up into her euphoric expression and said, “I would have you go down on me, but I can’t wait. I’ve got to screw you now.”
Laura held her breath to keep herself from exploding with excitement at the thought of Grant putting inside her that enormous thing she had held in her hands. He shifted himself on the bed to get her legs open again. His meat was like a colossal hose of galvanized flesh as he maneuvered it where he and she both wanted it. Laura gave out a whimper at the feeling of Grant taking the round, bulbous head of his erection and sliding it up and down her opening, making it wet with her juices and teasing at her love button with it. “You ready for it?” he asked, resting on one hand and looming over her while slip-sliding his tool at her dripping entrance and making her feel as if she would erupt with desire. “You ready for me to put it in you?”
Almost in tears of anticipated joy, Laura whined, “Yes…yes…”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Here it comes…” And with a smooth, certain stroke he passed the full length and thickness of his meat into the oven of Laura’s womanhood. She was only half able to stifle her outcry of ecstasy at the feeling of it, the way it stretched her inside and reached so deep into her. Next came the feeling of his body lowering upon her, the muscles of him, the weight of him, the ample hair of his chest rustling against her bosom and nipples—and the fantastical elation of him beginning to thrust in and out of her. Grant’s piece was so large that only the base of it emerged from her sex at the upstroke. His humping her was a matter of pushing that immense thing up and down while most of it stayed inside her and his hairy crotch and full, round pouch beat hard against her mound. Experiencing all of Grant, Laura felt as if her brain had suddenly jarred loose and was spinning around inside her skull. She hardly needed to bring up her thighs around him to receive him completely. She did it as a reflex. She wanted every last fraction of an inch of that huge shaft. She wanted him to claim and conquer her. And he did.
Grant showed Laura the meaning of not merely being made love to, but banged. The expression “making love” paled to nothingness compared to the savage thing he did to her. It was every dirty, delicious word for the act of sex rolled into one. He hammered his enormous pipe inside her and slammed his crotch against her mound with all the manly force that he could bring to bear. The entire bed heaved under them with the power that he brought to humping her, and she kept her arms tight around his neck while keeping her mouth pressed to his to muffle the screams of insane pleasure that accompanied his every blow. At length, in the middle of the fury with which he thundered away between her legs, Grant wrenched himself free of the kiss and grunted loudly, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like getting it from a big one, don’t you? Don’t you?”
Laura could not form a word in response. Her mouth hung wide open, stifling her screams. A sound of maddened bliss issued from her, a noise that said, Yes, don’t stop… I love it, don’t stop… And he didn’t. He pounded on and on atop her, driving that tremendous thing inside her, building the pleasure ever greater, until he finally held it all the way in her and began to grind his crotch in circles against her, making an urgent friction against her bud that tore away something inside Laura and sent her flying into a wild tingle of release. She let out a long, sharp wail as her every muscle tightened and her thighs became a vise around his hips. Grant smiled a smile of absolute lust, knowing he had just humped, bumped, and ground her to an orgasm.
She relaxed only slightly, feeling the delicious aftershocks of her climax, and Grant resumed pumping again, as deep as ever, but more slowly, more deliberately. “Yeah, that’s good,” he groaned. “That’s good…” And he kissed at her forehead while pumping steadily away, up and down. “Mmm, yeah, I’m getting close, too. You’re so wet… I’m getting close… Uuuhhh… Uuuhhh…”
Laura continued to submit. She would have been only too happy to let him pump her this way forever, but gradually, she felt him begin to speed up again. She felt him on the runway, getting ready for takeoff. Soon, his thrusts resumed their original wild, hard, frenzied beat, rattling her bones and sending blasts of pleasure into her marrow as he slammed against her mound. She started to moan again. “I’m gonna come,” he moaned. “Uuuhhh…, yeah, I’m gonna shoot my load in you…” He cursed in the midst of thrusting, beating ever harder inside her. “Uuuhhh, I’m coming…I’m coming…” And with one more thunderous beat inside her, Grant’s muscles went into a lock, and a mighty shudder passed from his body into hers, accompanied by an outpouring into her womb, a huge splash of a man’s white, sticky appreciation that Laura imagined filling her up like a lake inside.
Grant’s thrusting ceased. He relaxed on top of her and lowered himself into a long and luscious kiss on her mouth. And another, and another, all while his still hardened meat stayed in her tube. In a moment, he started humping again, back to a slow and steady rhythm, until his erection softened and slipped out. He stayed on top of her, kissing her about her mouth and her neck, while down between their legs everything was wet and slippery. It took him a while to roll off of Laura and onto one side of the bed, but when at last he did, he pulled her into his arms and held her as if never to let her go—another thing that Laura would not have minded at all.
Laura cuddled up with Grant and brushed the sensuous hair of his chest with her fingertips. Her very cells seemed to vibrate with what he had done to her. She glanced down his fantastic body to the thing with which he had done it, which rested long and thick and moist against his thigh, dribbling a trail of leftover seed. How utterly perfect had all of this been? She had set out to do something just for the pure, passionate abandon of it with a handsome, desirable man, and she had gotten exactly what she wanted—and far, far more. Grant was fantastically beautiful, a gentleman in public and a lustful, carnal, rutting, banging animal in bed. This could not have been any more perfect. And she wondered how her life might have been if she were not so “responsible” all the time. How many more nights like this might she have had?
“See something you like down there?” Grant asked.
Laura kissed the muscular hairiness of his pecs and said, “Very much.”
“Good,” he said. “You know, I’m not your ‘do it once and fall asleep’ kind of guy. I’m too horny for that. I hope you like all-nighters.” He lifted her face up from his chest to where he could look into her eyes. She rested her head back onto the pillow beside him. “Ever have a guy do you all night?”
Laura tried to stop herself from looking sad at the question. Her last “all-nighter” had been with Joss, and it had been longer ago than she cared to remember. “Not for a long time,” she admitted.
He pulled her into a sweet, hot kiss. “Well,” he said, “my hard-on comes back fast, and I like to go on using it. I’m already getting hard again now.” He moved her hand down to where she had been looking, and a tingle of renewed excitement ran through her when her fingers closed around the truth of his words. “What do you think? Can I give you that a few more times tonight? And a few more times first thing in the morning?”
“Can you actually do that?” she asked, her eyes widening and her skin flushing.
“I can actually do that,” said Grant. “Some people are greedy for money. Some people are greedy for food.” He put his hand between her thighs and ran his finger along her rapidly moistening folds. “I’m greedy for this. I want to stick my woody in there and never take it out.” He kissed her hungrily to emphasize the point.
It was all Laura could do to keep her wits about her at the proposal, the feeling, and the pure fact that he could do it that much. But she had something on her mind, and she pulled out of his kiss and cleared her mind enough to say, “Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you.”
A look, both sexy and curious, came over Grant. “Please tell me it’s about screwing.”
“It is, in a way,” she smiled. “What I wanted to ask was…do you really have to go back to…” she called up the name from the memory of their conversation at the bar, “…back to Talon Valley tomorrow?”
“Well,” he replied thoughtfully, “my sister’s expecting me. She still lives there. But I think she’ll probably understand if I have a really, really good reason for delaying coming home. Do I have a really, really good reason here?”
“I thought that maybe, if you weren’t in a big hurry to get home, you might want to…maybe spend the weekend. I mean, if getting home tomorrow wasn’t really urgent, that is.”
Now, Grant flashed her the sexiest grin in the world. “The whole weekend?”
“Mm-hmm,” Laura replied, tugging a little at his fully hardened wood to show her sincerity. He grunted a little at that.
“Well,” said Grant, “you ought to understand what you’re in for, if that’s what you want. Can you deal with having me hanging around your apartment stark naked for the next couple of days? ‘Cause I don’t like to wear a lot when I’m not out in public, when I’m by myself—or with a woman. I like going in just my pants, or nothing at all. Are you okay with that?”
She blinked at the question. Looking like that, with a body like that, as insatiably horny as he claimed to be, with the prospect of his being all hers for an entire weekend, he actually had to ask if she was okay with it? “I think I’m very okay with that,” Laura said.
“Yeah? ‘Cause you know what goes along with that. I’m gonna be all over you the whole time. I’m gonna keep you mostly in bed, and you’re not gonna see much of anything but my junk in your face and me on top of you from now to Monday morning. Are you really good with that?”
Laura lifted her hand from the surging log of flesh at his crotch to the thick cords of his neck and said, “Don’t go, Grant. Stay. The whole weekend. Stay.”
He leaned over and fixed his mouth to hers in another combustible kiss while probing her sex with his fingers and making her tremble. “Done,” he said. “You’ve got me from now until Monday morning. Now, how about going down there and showing me how much you like what I’ve got?”
With a yummy noise, Laura went down Grant’s torso, nuzzling his muscles and body hair with her nose and lips, inhaling the scent of his manliness and their sex, while he stretched himself out on his back and his man-pole stood at attention. She found it waiting proudly and anxiously for her, and after putting her nose in the dark thicket of hair at his crotch and taking a long, deep breath of him, she licked her way up his fleshy tower, pulled back the foreskin to give herself full access to the nectar-dripping head, and swirled her tongue around it to taste of what he was putting out. A jolt of delight crackled through Grant’s body. He flexed his muscles and cursed with desire, then groaned, “Damn…uuuhhh…put it in your mouth, babe. Suck it.”
Grant’s mind was seized with rapture at the feeling of Laura’s lips and tongue sliding down his pole. He had never met a woman who could swallow his full hugeness, but he had found all of them willing to try, and Laura, to his delight, was no exception. Carefully, carefully, she took three-quarters of his pipe snake over her tongue and back to the opening of her throat. He could feel her straining to enclose his circumference. He had one of those tools that people sometimes compared to a beer can. From much experience Grant had learned to let the woman take control of going down on him, lest she hurt or gag herself. He stroked the hair of her head, telling her she was doing great and he was loving it. And as carefully as Laura took him into her mouth, she began to slide herself up and down his long, thick member, making it as slick as it was hard and hot. Grant slipped into a zone of pure pleasure, feeling as if her sucking at him were making him float over the bedspread. He flexed his legs and his toes at her deliberate but increasingly hungry sucking. He shut his eyes tightly against the onslaught of ecstasy she was giving him, until he grunted out with another curse, “My balls…uuuhhh, get my balls…”
As willing as ever to do as he asked her, Laura took one last pull on his pole, then slid her tongue down to its base and began to swirl it around the round, purple plums she found there. He bent his knees up to give her full access to his man-fruits, and she availed herself of them. With another careful swallow she took one of his big, tender milk duds into her mouth and pleasured him with her tongue. His euphoric curses came in a stream from his mouth now. He let her engorge his other milk dud and repeat the same pleasuring, and lifted his sac to lick at the tenderness of the sweet spot behind them. Grant gritted his teeth and cursed on, letting her return to where she had started, swallowing and pulling at his erection. Long minutes of wet elation went by until Grant finally stroked the side of her face with his knuckles and groaned, “Okay, babe. Lay back down and open your gorgeous legs. Let me stick it back in there.”
Sighing at the onset of more thundering joy, Laura rolled onto her back and parted her thighs. At once, Grant mounted her and sent his meat pulsing and sliding into her wetness while sealing his mouth to hers, and their world became a churning, roiling sea of pleasure. He banged her hard and deep again, making her feel as if her bone marrow were turning molten. She reveled in the hardness of his tool and the force with which he rammed it relentlessly into her, until he repeated the trick of grinding his crotch against her womanly love handle and sending her into another all-consuming orgasm before spewing deep into her the contents of the twin tenders that she had sucked. For a second time, Grant and Laura became a heap of limbs with Grant resting post-coitally on top of her. The second time—but not the last.
They slipped groggily under the covers, and Grant turned off the lamp on the nightstand and showed her that he was good for exactly what he said he was. He toppled and pounded her twice again beneath the sheets, making her mind reel and her body sing with the force and relentlessness of his sex. They ended up in the wee hours of the morning, lying together like spoons, and Laura basked in the heat of his body, the hardness of his body, and the rustle of his body hairs against her flesh. Wrapped up in Grant, she wondered how it was even possible for a man, any man, to do it as much as he could and be that incredible every time. Her lady parts and inner thighs were slippery and sticky with the mixture of his copious seed and her own juices. The sheet under him was damp from the outpouring of their climaxes. Their skin and the bed linens smelled of Grant’s musk and their copulating. And, to her utter astonishment, Grant lifted her thigh and maneuvered yet another erection between her folds.
“Oh my God,” Laura moaned breathlessly as he drove himself into her from behind, sliding hard and fast in and out of her channel while pounding her bottom with his crotch and thumbing and strumming her woman-bud. She emitted long, desperate whimpers, letting him ram, penetrate, and plunder her until the incandescent burst of one more orgasm lit her up inside. She heard him grunt furiously behind her, plunging deep into her and holding himself there, and she knew that his moment was upon him as well. He released into her another thick white gusher that would soon be flowing out of her and onto the sheet.
After this incredible fifth time, sleep took both of them as Grant had taken Laura. And what followed Laura into her dreams was the knowledge that this had only been Friday night. Before them lay Saturday, and Sunday, and even Monday morning. And it would all be the way tonight had been. She had no doubt that Grant would let up. A faint smile crossed Laura’s face as the dozing Grant wrapped her up in his incredible body, and she wondered if she would even be in any condition to go back to work on Monday. It was just possible that before then, this most awesome and godlike of men would sex her to death.
Her final thought before sleep closed in on her was, What a way to go.