Chapter 12

Crissy

Why the hell didn’t this man go away? We had a nice session, we got a little sweaty, and then I slipped out. I gave him what he obviously wanted, so what the fuck was the point? I was giving him what every man wanted! A good romp with a sexy girl like myself who enjoyed giving men attention when they needed it most.

I felt anxious. I wanted to know why he wouldn’t back off. I wanted to know why he kept pursuing me. Prolonged male attention wasn’t something I got. It wasn’t something I enjoyed. It wasn’t something I fought for. Pull my hair, call me beautiful, make me come, then call it a night.

That was what I wanted.

Right?

His eyes held my stare, and something churned in the pit of my stomach. His cock was pressing against his pants, and his chest was heaving. I could see the outlines of the muscles around his chest and shoulders through his shirt, and my fingertips twitched with need. My hands began to tremble as he took a step towards me, and words I never thought I’d hear a man utter flew from his lips in a low rumble that vandalized the crevices of my body.

“Why do I keep coming at you?” he asked, repeating my question. “Because you matter, Crissy.”

I shuddered as my back hit the guest house door. I was trapped, caught between a man whose body was stalking me and a desire I’d never experienced before. One-night stands I was good with. Some teasing, some nibbling, maybe a bit of mediocre thrusting, then everyone was gone before morning. There were no conversations, no awkward lulls, no wondering if you needed to stick around for breakfast. It was easier to cover up mistakes that way. It was easier to feel needed in the moment without actually caving emotionally.

It was easier to keep disappointment out that way.

But the way Grant’s words cascaded over my ears fluttered my eyes closed. I could feel my body, magnetized to his, calling for his as he took another step. It was like he wasn’t fighting it anymore, like he knew the urges he was experiencing were wrong, but he was no longer willing to fend them off. I had to put a stop to this before it got too far, before I got dependent on a man designating my self-worth. Sex was just sex and nothing more. That was easy to process.

“You know that, right?” he asked.

“What?” I asked breathlessly.

“That you matter.”

No. No, I didn’t fucking know that. I mattered until my mom died. Then I didn’t mean shit until about halfway through college. I was used to not mattering. People didn’t get attached, so if they died, I didn’t have to give a fuck. No more funerals to plan because people were too devastated. No more people telling me I had her fucking eyes because I didn’t have a responsibility to be around them. No connections, no hurt.

That was how this worked.

Or at least, it was supposed to. With Grant around, it didn’t seem to work that way.

“Mind your own fucking business, Grant Jacobs,” I said. “Quit attempting to boss me around. You think you know me. You think you have some kind of in with my family that convinces you that you understand me. You don’t know shit about me.”

“Then let me get to know you,” he said.

What the hell had he just said? This wasn’t how this was supposed to work. I was supposed to be a regret, a mistake. He was supposed to make me talk so we could talk about how much of a mistake it was and how no one could ever know about it. We were supposed to make some sort of dastardly, grown-up pinky swear about how it was never going to happen again. He was supposed to tell me his friendship with my father meant everything to him and that a little brat like me wasn’t going to spoil that for him.

He should be saying it wouldn’t ever happen again. But instead, he’d chased me down at home over the weekend, dragged me into our guest house, and told me he wanted to get to know me.

Grant took one last step toward me before he reached his arm out for the door. He planted his hand on the heavy wood, his fingertips locking the door shut. My eyes slowly trailed up his arm, the sun-kissed skin of which throbbed with the blood pulsing through his muscles. My gaze took in his broad chest and how his body was leaned toward me. I raked my eyes to up his, so close at this point that I could feel his breath pulsating against my lips.

Suddenly, I felt like I was underneath a microscope. I felt like all my layers were being exposed to the sun. His dark hair fell lightly upon his forehead, and his green eyes glowed with the intensity of the sun. I felt the moat I’d dug around myself receding, allowing him to cross the waters and get just a bit closer to my walls.

The walls I’d erected after my mom died.

“Grant,” I said, whispering.

“You say I don’t know you,” he said. “Then let me get to know you. Let me rectify that.”

“Grant. I…”

My legs gave way to his strength. The sizzling heat from his body radiated against mine, beating down on me with its own intimidation tactics as I pressed myself into the door. He was all passion and intelligence and experience, and I was quivering in my bikini as my nipples stood at attention.

For a split second, he flicked his gaze down to my tits.

“You want to get to know me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, bringing his gaze back up to mine.

“Then why don’t I get to know you first?”

I dropped to my knees and began unbuckling his belt. I pulled his cock out, the massive pendulum throbbing with aching fury. The tip was already leaking as he planted his hand on the door, and soon I had him distracted the only way I knew how. Grant was a wonderful nuisance. He was tall and brooding, serious and strung way too tightly. I loved being able to unwind his panties from the bunch they were in. As I slid my lips around his dick, he groaned while his legs shook.

“Holy fuck, Crissy.”

I hummed around his dick in response, drawing from him a gasp that sounded like the desperate call of a lonely man. I recognized that gasp. It was the gasp I always gave after every wonderful masturbation session I had in the shower. Removable showerheads were my best friend when I needed the job done right, but there was always that twinge of loneliness that mixed with my last breath.

And I heard it within the first of his.

His intensity was intolerable, and I was ready to drive it away. I was ready to suck his asinine questions and his stupid desire to get to know me right through his dick. The last thing I needed was some man who thought he could boss me around, poking around in my sternum. I wasn’t about to rip myself back open for the likes of a man who worked with my father, but I sure as hell was about to shake his entire body with a mind-numbing blowjob.

I hollowed out my cheeks as my jaw began to ache. Grant’s hand fisted my hair, pumping my lips up and down his throbbing cock. I felt a pulsing vein run along the side of his thick slice of dick, and my tongue trailed up it before I licked his strained cock head. His precum melted on the tip of my tongue as I pulled another groan from his throat. Just as his hand began to falter in its movements, I sucked him to the back of my throat.

“Holy fucking shit, Crissy. Fuck.”

I wrapped my arms around his legs and grasped his tight ass. His muscles shivered underneath my fingernails as I raked them down his thighs. I wanted to mark him the way I knew he wanted to mark me. I wanted black and blue stripes to ricochet down his skin by the time I was done gobbling his cock down. His hips began to roll into my face, swelling my lips as I hummed around his dick. He jumped every time he hit the back of my throat.

I fluttered my eyes up to look at the East Coast’s up-and-coming CEO of the Year.

He was going to be coming all right. And he was going to be moaning my name while doing it.

“Shit, Crissy. That mouth. Holy fuck.”

I hummed in approval as I dug my fingertips in again. He shook and swayed, losing himself in my warmth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He leaned his forehead against the door, shoving his cock all the way down my throat, and I nuzzled his little patch of hair on his pelvis before I smiled. I could feel his heartbeat raging through his rock-hard cock. It pulsed against my lips as I held him at the back of my throat. I could hear him panting, heaving for air as his legs trembled, begging for mercy.

But he wouldn’t get any mercy from me today.

Today he would realize who really had all the control in this duo.