Chapter Seven

Grace

“I need you to take off everything you’re wearing. Piece by piece. Nice and slow,” Justin directed from his relaxed position on the bed.

Anxiety surged through me and caught me in the throat. The hotel room was softly lit thanks to the dimmer switch on the lights. But there were no shadows to hide behind from my place in the center of the room. It wasn’t like I was being asked to coat myself in Jell-O and body glitter and dance on a gaudy stage in front of a roomful or sweaty men, but Justin’s request made me feel just as exposed and vulnerable.

“Baby, what did I tell you? You agreed to the rules. You have to trust me. Follow my instructions. I’ll make sure you’re safe.” Justin leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. His eyes bore into mine and I trembled. “I’ve been dying to see what sexy little secrets you’re hiding under there. Show me. Start with your shirt.”

My hands wavered and my fingers felt stiff as I reached for the hem of my tank top. I crossed my arms in front of me and peeled it up slowly. I closed my eyes as I stripped until Justin told me to keep them open. “I want to see your beautiful eyes every single minute of tonight. Don’t go away and hide.”

I tugged the shirt up and over my head and then shook my waves loose before dropping it to the floor. Justin’s eyes were dark and round, almost like they were all pupil and lost the medley of grey, green, and brown. I noticed when he smiled they were bright, as though the green found a way to break through. When he was flirting, the grey took the lead. At the moment, they looked like obsidian.

“Now the shorts.”

My fingers were still trembling as I undid the button and zipper and then slipped the shorts from my curvy hips. I’d worn my favorite set of matching undergarments and from the look on Justin’s face, he approved of the selection as well. The black panties had lace at the edges and were dotted with tiny white polka dots. The bra had a lace band and the same pattern on the cups.

“Damn, baby.” He pushed himself up from the bed and crossed the space between us with calculated steps. “See what you do to me.”

I dropped my eyes between our bodies. A large bulge was pressing against his pants. A flurry of thrills coursed through me. This was it. It was really happening. Even though he’d barely touched me, it was as close as I’d ever been to giving it up.

And I was ready.

Justin dragged his fingers under my chin until it was tilted up. His eyes went to my lips and then he kissed me. His tongue traced my mouth and I parted my lips. He invaded my mouth with a sweeping thrust of his tongue and my body reacted on instinct. My fingers dug into the meat of his shoulders and I clung on as my legs threatened to give out beneath me.

Justin dragged his lips away from mine and applied them to the side of my neck, working up to my earlobe. A new burst of sensations sang through me when the tip of his tongue traced the outer shell. “Get on the bed,” he growled.

The gruff demand vibrated through me and sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my clenched thighs. Once we got into the bed, there’d be no turning back. I realized a moment later that I was already too far gone.

I wanted Justin more than anything I’d ever wanted before. My body would likely go into a full mutiny if I tried to walk away now.

Justin walked me backward a few steps and then released me. He pulled his shirt off over his head with one tug and casually threw it on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes and athletic pants. I scanned the dark ink that covered his toned muscles. Ink ran up his arms and merged together on his shoulders. He caught me looking at the inky designs and turned so I could see the back. His muscles contracted and shifted as he moved and I was mesmerized, as though watching some kind of performance.

“What do they all mean?”

“Another time,” he said. “Right now, I’m not in the mood to talk.”

A shiver slid down my spine as he moved toward me. I couldn’t help but look at the bulge in his boxers, even more evident now. I’d never been with a man before, but wasn’t completely sheltered. I’d seen naked men before and while I hadn’t exactly gone to the trouble of committing any of them to memory, I knew Justin had to put them all to shame.

In every way.

He kissed me deeply but pulled away all too quickly. He went to the closet and came back with a pair of silk ties. “I’m going to tie these around your wrists, binding you to the bed.”

He waited for my response and when I asked, “Like Fifty Shades?” his eyes flashed as his lips curved into a dark grin. How could I say no? My body was on so much fire he could have played duck-duck-goose and I’d have been okay with it.

Justin took his time fastening my wrists to the bed. His fingers were strong but gentle and when I was secured, he asked me if I was comfortable.

When he was sure I was all right, he moved down my body. I shivered and twisted as he moved his lips over my hot skin. When his scruff coated jaw moved over the waistband on my panties, I clenched my thighs together. Hard. Justin slid his hands up my legs and started to pull them apart. “Relax, baby. We’re going to take it slow.” He kissed a little lower and I drew in a sharp breath. “Very slow.”

As promised, he stripped away my soaking wet panties and then parted my thighs. For a long time he stared down at me. “Damn, that’s a pretty little virgin pussy you have. I can’t wait to get a fucking taste of it.”

He pulled apart my swollen lips with his fingertip and then rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger and held it there. His fingers were thick—and warm—and I’d never felt anything like it. I squirmed when he circled my clit. When he leaned down and sucked the tiny bud in between his lips, a foreign sounding moan came clawing out of my throat. I gave myself over to the pleasure as he licked and finger fucked me, expertly driving me up and over the edge.

Pressure built and waned and built again. A dizzying pattern that had me breathless and antsy. My wrists shifted in the ties, reminding me that I was his. Justin had me completely at his mercy and was going to draw it out until the very last drop of pleasure had been wrung from me.

“Breathe, baby.” Justin glanced up at me and watched as I drew in a slow breath. He slid a finger deep inside me and I arched back. sucking in a breath. “You have to let yourself go.”

Before I could reply, he slipped a finger lower and circled my tight asshole. I gasped at the sensations and when I let out my breath, my body shook and I came again. A surprised moan slipped from my mouth at the strong sense of release. I shuddered involuntarily and my hips bucked wildly despite Justin’s attempt to control them. After a moment of pure insanity, I collapsed down to the bed, my chest heaving.

Justin slipped his fingers from me slowly.

“Oh, God. Oh God. I’ve never—” I panted, my eyes still unable to focus. “I’ve never—”

“Come?” Justin asked. “Not even on your own?”

“No.”

“Fuck.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Justin moved away. “Well, then what’s coming next is really going to blow your mind…” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stripped off his boxer briefs and revealed his long and thick, pulsing cock.

I drew in a deep breath, looking at the perfect form of his dick. It was thick, hard and pointed a little to the right. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it, making a little drop of shiny pre-cum form on the head. My stomach clenched. This was it.

My first time.

Justin came back to the bed, cock in hand, and positioned himself over me. “Are you still okay with this?”

“Fuck yes.” I loved the way his skin felt against mine.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice thick. “Probably a stupid question seeing as how you’ve never—”

“Actually, I am.” I nodded. “To keep things…you know…regular.”

His eyes actually sparkled. The tip of his prick pressed against me and my hips rocked on their own accord, silently asking for more. Nerves twisted up in my stomach but I ignored them and hooked a leg over his narrow hips. Justin smiled down at me and then started to slide inside me. He moved slowly and stopped completely when I jumped a little. He stretched me out and while it was uncomfortable at first, he slipped deep enough inside that something changed. The tight pain faded away and waves of heat and desire took its place.

When I relaxed, he rocked into me, deep and hard, and warmth surged through me. He moved faster with each pulse and within seconds I was straining against my bonds and moaning for more. The noises coming from my own mouth sounded strange. As though I was listening to someone else making love. The growls excited me and spurred me deeper into the passion of the moment.

Justin watched me intently with every thrust. His eyes never left mine. His own pleasure played across his face and watching it thrilled me all the more. “You’re so damn tight, baby. I fucking love the way you feel. That tight little pussy can’t get enough. Greedy fucking pussy.”

I bit down hard into my lower lip and a deep growl came from Justin. His pace slowed, each thrust getting deeper and a little harder, and then he slammed into me and warmth filled me as he came and let out a deep groan. “Fuck!” he said, his teeth grinding together.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath—me, my thoughts as well. When the room went quiet again, he rolled away and pushed out of the bed. He padded across the room to the bathroom and shut the door. A few minutes later, he returned, untied my wrists, and said, “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

I flinched, as though I’d been punched in the gut. His tone was even, not cold or uncaring, but his message was the same—time to go.

Right. Rule number three. Or was it two? No sleepovers. And it felt like I’d just been used up and was about to get thrown away.

***

“Why stats?” Justin asked as we drove. He glanced at me and then shifted his eyes back to the road. “Are you planning to do sports stats as a career once you graduate?”

I shook my head. “No. I mean, it’s fun and a great way to get killer seats at the game. But I’m going into the medical research field. I’ve always been good with numbers and analysis. I want to use that skill for good.”

“Accurate baseball stats can’t really compete with curing cancer or something, huh?” he added with a grin.

“Not exactly.”

“That’s really admirable, Grace.”

I shrugged.

“You’re not very good at taking compliments, are you?”

I smiled at him. “Not exactly.”

He chuckled. “We’re going to have to fix that.”

I didn’t know what to say in response, so I let his words hang between us and shifted my eyes back out the passenger window. We fell into silence for a few minutes until I broke it to give him the next steps in the directions. He pulled up in front of my apartment and glanced around the dimly lit parking lot. “This looks nice.”

“It is. My dad helps me pay for it.”

Justin laughed again. “Yeah, I imagine the spring training gig isn’t exactly a money thing.”

“Not really.”

“Come on,” he said, opening his door. “I’ll walk you up.”

Heat surged through me, wondering if he meant to come inside with me. The glowing clock on the dash said it was a little past eleven. His rule about no sleepovers didn’t mean we had to call it a night at the stroke of midnight, did it?

Justin came around and held out a hand as I got out of his ride. He let me lead the way, but kept a hand on my lower back, as we climbed the outside staircase to the third floor. I paused on the welcome mat to dig out my keys. Once I had them in hand, I glanced up to say goodnight. Justin started first. “Tomorrow, I want you to do something for me.”

I tilted my head. “What?”

He leaned in and dropped his voice an octave. “I want to see what you look like in a dress or a skirt. Maybe a pair of heels. You got anything like that?”

I nodded slowly. “Of course. I just prefer wearing comfortable clothes.”

Justin smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, the way your ass looks in those cutoff shorts you live in gets me rock hard every time.”

“I can make an exception for one day,” I replied with a lazy smile.

“Good.” He kissed me soft and slow. “There is one more thing. Underneath, I don’t want anything in my way. Leave the panties at home.”

“All day?” I asked, a hint of panic in my voice.

Justin grinned. “All day, baby.”

“At work?” I croaked.

“Yes.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. No one will know but me, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Heat flushed my skin at the thought but the dark look of longing in Justin’s eyes was highly persuasive.

“What do you say?”

I nodded but wrung my fingers together nervously waiting for his request. “Okay.”

Justin lifted my face with his finger, his other hand sliding between my legs making me gasp for air. “Until then.”