I should have known he’d be persistent. That the little shoe in the road game wouldn’t slow him down. I realize this when not even twenty minutes after I get home there’s a knock on my door.

After opening it and looking down, I see Grant has a new pair of shoes on. And I say new as in brand spanking new. They’re too shiny not to be.

“I see you’re gonna make this hard for me.”

“Did you think I’d let you make a mockery of me and just go with it?” I usher him in with a wave of my arm.

“Listen, I know you’re hesitant of my intentions, but I promise…” He turns around and holds his hand up. “They are... well I can’t say my intentions are entirely pure.” He laughs.

I smile and study him. “Nothing about you is pure Grant Donovan.” God those lips. I wanna suck on them all day long.

“What are you thinking?” And I’m thinking he knows by the huskiness of his voice.

“Aboutyourlips.”

“Pardon?”

“About your lips. There, I said it. Happy?” I walk over to the couch and take a seat in a huff.

“Actually, yes. What’s the plan for today?” He takes a seat next to me. But not like a normal person with adequate cushion ratio between us. No, our thighs are touching and he slings his arm around my shoulders. My traitorous body leans into his arm.

It’s too hard to think when he’s touching me, so I fling his arm off my shoulder. “I’m going to relax and enjoy my day off. You, however, are leaving.”

“That doesn’t work for me.” He quickly lifts me and sets me on his lap so I’m straddling his hips and my face flushes with arousal. “I’ve been traveling for the last two weeks, and figuring you needed some time to come to terms with us, I kept my distance. And Aggie, there is an us to clarify. If you think I’m going home after taking the red eye so I could get here on your birthday, you have another thing coming.”

“You know it’s my birthday?” I whisper.

“I told you already, I know everything.”

His hand comes up behind my neck and pulls my face forward. Just as our lips are about to touch, I pull back.

“Why? Why do you want there to be an us? You’re gorgeous, have your life together, you’re gorgeous.”

He laughs. “Gorgeous huh?”

“Pfffft. Don’t act like you don’t know ladies lay in wait at your feet mister.”

He looks at me seriously. “That right there. You can say the weirdest shit and still, I want to fuck you through the floor. You didn’t know who I was when we first met, yet you gave me a chance.”

“I acted like a lady of the night! How is that a good thing?”

“It’s hard to be myself. Everyone wants something from me everywhere I turn. You Agnes, wanted nothing but my cock. Something I’m more than happy to deliver.”

“Maybe I wanted you for your deliveries, not your dick. Ever think of that?”

“All I know is when you came running down that driveway trying to give me a dollar tip as an excuse to talk to me… it meant something even if you think it meant nothing. You’re a breath of fresh air in my tiny world.”

“Tiny world? Have you seen this apartment? This is it. This couch pulls out into my bed.”

“You know what I mean. Everything’s been the same, always painted blue. But you brought some pink into my life.”

“Great color for your analogy.” I mumble. Then I remember the restaurant. “What the hell was that with the fun in the bathroom question? Is that all this means to you? A little fun before you move on to the next girl?”

He tips my chin up with his finger and stares. “You truly fluster me Aggie. Sometimes I don’t know how to act around you when we’re not screwing around. I’m not asking you for a forever. Just say yes to getting to know me. Maybe I’ll surprise you.”

I look back at him deep in thought. Can I do this? Do I want to do this? That’s a silly question because of course I do and I have no reason not to. It’s not like I’ve ever been scorned by a lover before. Never been cheated on or played. What makes me so nervous about getting to know him?

“Go slow for me.”

A smile lights up his face as I crash my mouth to his. Damn, these lips. His hands go to my hips as he pulls me closer. Close enough that I can feel everything.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Did you think I was joking when I said this couch was it? Because I wasn’t.”

“I’m getting you a new apartment.” He growls as he flings my shirt over my head.

That has my vagina shriveling up and waving the no bone zone sign. I jump off his lap and put some distance between us.

“What’s the matter?” He asks looking confused.

“What’s the matter? WHAT’S THE MATTER?”

“Um… yeah.” He’s openly gawking at my bra covered breasts so I cover my chest with my arms.

“You just said you were gonna get me a new apartment! You can’t say stuff like that to me. Number one, I can’t afford a bigger, nicer, fancier apartment that will suit your needs. Number two, we are nowhere near the point that I’d let you entertain the idea of getting me a new apartment.”

“Why?”

“WHY?” Now he’s got me going. “I’ve earned everything I have. It may not be much, but it’s mine. What? You’re just gonna get me a new apartment and pay all my bills? Then what happens when we break up? I’m stuck with a whopper of a rent payment, not to mention the utility bills that will be massive because of a bigger place. Then I have to sleep in a box by the river because I won’t find anywhere else to live in my meager price range.”

My chest is heaving and the next thing I know I’m in Grant’s lap mauling him. Yeah, yeah, I have no self-control over myself when it comes to him. I just know I’m jonesing for a release from all this adrenaline coursing through my system and he can do that for me.

I rip all our clothes off and within minutes I’m lowering myself onto his magnificent erection and bouncing around like a cowboy at a rodeo. I can call his dick magnificent because finally seeing it in the broad light of day, it’s phenomenal. If there were an Academy Awards for dicks, he’d get best all around. He’d sweep every single category.

I’m giving him my best moves when he groans loudly while his hands are tightly fused to my hips. I’m kind of impressed with my stamina and how my vaginas soaking up the pleasure instead of focusing on the burning in my thighs.

“Fuck me baby.” He growls.

“Ahhhhh.” I yell out when his hips thrust up so he’s burying himself deep inside me. I’m getting close, so I try to wiggle my pelvis so my clit rubs against his pubic bone.

“So close. So effing close.” I moan.

His hand leaves its job of cupping my breast and heads to the deep south. Once his thumb finds my clit, I light on fire and get sent off into the sky.

“Give me your eyes Aggie.”

They snap open to look at Grant. The sheer look of lust on his face makes big O one turn into big O two.

“Never get to see your eyes when you fall apart. Not missing it this time.” He pants.

He thrusts even harder before burying his head into my neck and growling. His hips seize movement as he plants himself as deep as can be, emptying himself inside me. The tremors of his body have me bending down to kiss his neck, his chest, then I suck his nipple into my mouth.

“Christ…” He moans continuing to rack with tremors.

When I give him one last kiss, tongue and all, I get up off him with shaky legs.

“Oh no!” I gasp feeling the stickiness running down my thighs.

“Not good for you?” He gives me a lazy smile while staring at my tits.

“We didn’t use a raincoat!”

“Speak in English please. My brain isn’t working on all cylinders yet.”

“We forgot to use a condom! You know, a contraceptive, rubber, love glove, a jimmie hat…” I’m rambling because I’m nervous. I could be pregnant right now!

He looks down at his dick and see’s the wetness dripping.

“Huh.”

“That’s it? Huh! You could have just knocked me up! Haven’t you heard the song Gold Digger? Eighteen years Grant! EIGHTEEN YEARS!”

He laughs and pulls my wrist so I fall on top of him. “And…”

“And? You really are crazy. I could be an axe murderer or shave puppies in my free time. Yet here you are, all blasé about shooting your swimmers in for the ultimate trip.”

“Are you an axe murderer?”

“Of course not.” I scoff.

“Do you shave puppies in your free time?”

“I’m allergic to dogs.”

“Well, I believe you.” He kisses my nose then smacks my bottom. “Move it woman, I have to clean up.”

“Me too.”

“Great idea baby, we can shower together.”

“Wait, what?” He pulls my hand and leads the way to the bathroom.

After some more playtime in the shower and pizza for dinner, I must say. This has been the best birthday ever.

Ever.

 

 

***

 

“Shake it baby.”

“You have to stop doing that! I don’t like to be scared.” I yell hand to my chest, while holding a skillet full of pancakes in the other.

“I couldn’t resist. Forgive me, you looked sexy shaking your ass around the kitchen.”

“How much did you see?” I squint my eyes at him.

“The running man was my favorite part.”

I groan but can’t be mad. Not when I’m looking at a fresh out of bed Grant Donovan. His hair looks freshly fucked and his abs, they’re something to write home about that’s for sure. I saw his tattoo for the first-time last night and figured out it was some tribal something or other. I don’t know but its freaking sexy and ups his badass factor.

“Are you hungry?”

“Famished.” He prowls to me and hoists me up on the counter top.

I open my legs as he moves between them. I’m only wearing his shirt from yesterday, no panties. His bare stomach on my sensitive areas feels phenomenal.

“The foods almost done.”

“I think my meal’s ready.”

Grant drops to his knees, pulls my thighs apart and dives in tongue first. His amazingly talented tongue goes to town on my most sensitive area causing my head to fall backwards.

“Oh god!” I yell out as my hand slides into his hair slightly tugging on it.

He’s going in with gusto and not easing up. No, he’s full steam ahead and nearly makes me explode when he thrusts two fingers inside me. Before I know it, my hips are bucking as I ride his face. His groans of pleasure spur me on as my hands find my breasts to add extra stimulation. When I look down I see his eyes locked on my chest, or rather my hands massaging my breasts. My shirts still on and this is by far the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done. What’s gotten into me? I’ve never felt the need to play with my own boobs before. Who would have thought I had it in me? Grant makes me feel like a woman and gives me a confidence in myself I never knew I had.

When his fingers turn slightly inside me I lose my mind. I’m yelling and chanting as my legs wrap around his head to pull him deeper into me. I’m probably suffocating him, but he’ll just have to take one for the team. My body relaxes as he pulls back, kisses the inside of both thighs and stands up. I’m leaned back on the counter, legs open for the world to see.

I don’t move. I can’t. That was, that was…

“Holy fantastic!” I yell.

He chuckles and wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his hard chest.

“Told you I was starved.”

“Were you ever. Alright, I just… I need to finish breakfast before it burns.”

He helps me off the counter onto my unsteady legs. When he sees them wobble, he gets a look of pride on his face. He should feel like a king right now. The best I’ve ever had in the oral department although it still doesn’t hold a candle to his cock inside of me by a long shot.

I look at the clock as I’m plating our food. I had to throw out the first batch of pancakes because they were black by the time I got to them. Once I’m seated beside him at my two-person pub style table, I calculate how much time I have.

“Okay, eat quick. I need to be at work in an hour.”

“It’s Sunday!” He says like it means something.

“Yes, it is. Good boy.” I take a bite of my pancake and moan not realizing how hungry I was.

“Nobody works on Sundays.”

“Are your restaurants open today?”

“That’s a silly question. People eat seven days a week.”

“Well, who do you think runs the place? Robots?”

He looks appalled, like I just told him sugars made from nipple skin. “I’ll get you off.”

“Gladly, we have a little time for a quickie if we do it in the shower. Two birds with one stone and all that.”

“No, I’ll get you out of work. Although I won’t turn down a shower.” He winks.

“Nope, not happening. Let’s go.”

“You don’t want to spend the day with me?”

“You have no idea how bad I would like to stay in bed with you all day. But sadly, I’m not a hooker and orgasms won’t pay my bills.” I down the rest of my orange juice then bring our empty plates to the sink.

“There’s nothing I can do to persuade you? Wait, don’t you have a new position?” He smirks like he won the battle.

“Nope, I turned it down.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Probably. But I’m not taking handouts from my new boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend huh?”

“Well, I assumed… wait.” My face heats red at the assumption.

He stands and makes his way across the kitchen to me. He encloses his arms on either side of my body and leans in to my ear. “I fucking love hearing you call me your boyfriend.”

“To the shower!” I yell before ducking under his arm and running.

“You better run baby. I’ll give you a two-second head start.”

“That’s implying I don’t want you to catch me!” I laugh while running towards my bathroom.

Spoiler Alert! He caught me and made me pay… twice.