Chapter 17
Judy
“Wait.” Garrett tore his lips from mine, which left me gasping. The torrent of kisses had come on so suddenly and so passionately, that I fell completely into them. I was making out with a dream.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said through gritted teeth. “The one time I didn’t bring one…”
“I’m insulted.” I smirked, feeling the wave of lust crash inside me. And like a drug addict beginning the painful descent into withdrawal, my body began to switch gears. I was ready for him. I wanted it so bad it hurt, and to deny myself that was just so cruel.
“Don’t be.” He adjusted the bulge in his long thermal underpants. I could barely keep my eyes from widening at how big it had become since we started kissing. “I’m not that virtuous. I’ve had one in my pocket since the morning I picked you up at your condo. It had your name all over it.”
“Are you clean?” I asked, a little more sheepishly than I’d meant to. “I mean not literally. I know we just hiked forever and a day, so of course you’re probably a little sweaty still. I mean STDs. You don’t have any, right?”
“Fuck no. I have a daughter. I make sure to get checked every month, despite always wearing a condom. She’s not going to get rid of me that easily.” Garrett winked at the dark humor.
“It’s fine then.” I said, mustering up the courage to get out the next part. I probably wouldn’t have been able to say it if he hadn’t shared that private piece of his life with me a few minutes ago. It also didn’t help that I was hornier than I’d ever been in my whole life. “I—I can’t have kids.” I paused. He could tell I didn't want to talk about it, and didn't press me for any details. “Oh and yeah I’m clean, too.”
Garrett touched my face, drawing me closer to him. He had a way of melting my brain to soup. Whenever I day dreamed, it was always about how he would touch me in this moment if it ever happened.
Garrett threw his opened coat on the carpet in front of the fireplace and laid me on it.
Garrett didn’t look like a football player, not really. Up close, with all his scars and tattoos, he looked more like martial artist. His body was unbelievable. He was a ripped mountain of sex, masquerading as a man. I wanted to paint all his hard ridges, with my tongue.
Garrett was gentler with me than I thought. There were so many layers to him, it was insane. I couldn’t help but think of the way he treated his daughter. No one knew his capacity for kindness and generosity.
He did that on purpose. His daughter only saw the loving father. Garrett was the Grim Reaper everywhere, except where it mattered to him most. The fact that I was allowed to see that side of him gave me goose bumps.
Even as he kissed my neck and dragged his fingers through my scalp, I felt the tiniest bit self-conscious. Should I have told him that? Only Gloria knew about my miscarriage with Doug.
“Stop it.” Garrett said gruffly.
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” Did I say anything out loud? I was so lost in feel and worry that I might have. He couldn’t read my mind, could he? Of course not. He was a billionaire, not a superhero.
“You’re getting tense. Here and—” His strong hands massaged my shoulders right above my collarbones.
I moaned, my muscles becoming puddles,
“Here,” he finished, working his hands up the side and back of my neck. The heat and pressure of the massage made my legs quiver.
God, that felt amazing…
Just like that, all my self-doubt slipped away like sand between fingers at the beach on a perfect day.
“That’s better,” he kissed my upper lip, then put both arms onto the floor to either side of me. I felt the weight of him on top of me and relished it. He kissed my closed eyes, then found my mouth again. “Much better.”
“Are you ready for this, mystery dance partner?” Garrett flexed his cock. His massive length pushed steadily down my bare thigh, only a thin layer of fleece between us.
“Yes,” I whispered. How long had it been? Six months? A year? I’d only had a few random hook ups since Doug and I ended things so long ago. Another burst of self-consciousness leaked out of me. “Why me? I’m no model or cheerleader.”
Garrett regarded me curiously for a moment as he hovered over.
I immediately wished I didn’t say anything. Why couldn’t I just enjoy myself? Was I so intent on sabotaging my happiness that I couldn’t just keep my mouth shut and have amazing sex with a god like Garrett Walker?
“There are so many of them,” he looked at me with honest, sincere eyes of the deepest blue I’d ever seen. “But only one of you.”
I arched up and kissed him, not wanting him to see the tears that were welling up in my eyes. I would enjoy this. Every second of it.
I reached down the ridges of his chest, my fingers dragging across hard muscle. Past the waistband of his thermals I felt the stem of his cock, then followed it further. Every inch I traced made my legs coil. I was so fucking wet. All I wanted was to feel him deep inside of me.
He was so much bigger than in my dream. Even my imagination couldn’t compare to the real thing.
He peeled back my towel. The winter chill nipped at me before being warmed by our bodies and the fire. He licked down my neck, then drew little rings around my nipples before catching them with his teeth and sucking them.
His cock throbbed at my touch. I couldn’t fucking handle it anymore. I plunged my hand into his long johns and unleashed the massive beast. It slapped against my thigh and eager pussy, like it was spring loaded.
I bit my lip as I rolled my hand down his cock, the tip slick with pre-come. I gasped when he locked eyes with me again. I could see that he wanted me, and only me, in that moment. It felt incredible.
His fingers found my pussy. I was already soaked, but the way he stroked my clit made me even wetter. He rubbed the spongy head of his cock against my slit. Excitement bloomed in me like a brilliant flower.
I mouthed an unintelligible word when he slowly pushed the engorged head inside me. The waves of pleasure that came with being widened, made my eyes roll back in my head.
“You feel amazing,” Garrett grunted, tilting his chin to the ceiling. I found a primal ecstasy on his face, when I found the strength to reopen my eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long...”
“Me too.” I finally exhaled. Breathing took effort when he filled me up. I expanded around him like my pussy was made for him. I loudly moaned when he finally hit the end of me.
He pivoted his hips and ground against me, somehow stimulating all of me.
Garrett let out a carnal grunt. His intense blue eyes were deep pools that threatened to drown me. The strength of his motion arched my back and dried out my throat. Impossible to reach zones within me awoke after years of neglect, and threatened to fold me in half with passion I didn't know I had.
My legs were useless. Having so much of him inside me made it too difficult to think, let alone move. Garrett planted one hand on the ground and the other on my inner thigh, squeezing it tight.
He lifted my leg over his shoulder like I was made of cotton candy. It opened me up so much that, I was immediately on the cusp of orgasm.
He pulsed, up and down, the ebb and flow of waves crashing. The sensation tore through me. It was a tornado of pleasure that made my core vibrate.
“You’re amazing.” My words came out in a daze between pants and moans.
He leaned back, not slowing the cataclysmic thrusting of his cock; he gently touched the side of my face. It was a sweet gesture. Seeing him on top of me, lit by the crackling fire light warmed my soul.
His hand slid down my thigh; his thumb pushed slow circles into my clit as he fucked me. A wicked smile cracked across his face as he worked me inside and out.
“Fuck!” I panted. The pressure spilling over like a cup over filled. My stomach crunched forward with climax, lifting my shoulders off the floor a bit. I screamed hard and came even harder. “Fuck! I’m coming! Fuck!”
I was being fucked by Garrett Walker…
No. I was having sex with the mysterious stranger I met at the masquerade.
All my muscles went deathly rigid. Garrett pushed into me violently, as far as his hips would allow. His cock flexed in defiance of my crushing walls. My pussy milked him as if my whole body were aching for his seed.
Garrett dripped with sweat. The fire made the droplets burst with color as they fell. He bared his lower teeth and dipped his head as his thrusting slowed. His thick cock throbbed, pulsated, and then finally exploded thick milky jets deep inside me.
He went to pull out, but I grabbed him, digging my nails into his waist. I needed to feel everything, every part of him. In my dream we were more than just lovers. I wanted that, craved it, just for a moment.
The cold air made our sweat steam off our skin. Not even the fire could compare to the intense heat that blazed between us.
I slipped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. He enveloped me like a wet sticky human blanket and littered me with hot, sensual kisses. Our limbs interwove. I didn’t know where I began and he ended.
“Wow,” I said much later when I finally found my voice. “We must smell awful.”
“It was good for me, too.” He laughed, getting up to go clean himself off again. He walked about completely comfortable in his nudity as if clothes were something of an afterthought. I wished I had his confidence.
“That’s what I meant,” I said.
It didn't hurt that he was amazingly easy on the eyes.
“It's no royal penthouse suite at the Hotel President Wilson in Switzerland, but…” Garrett smirked and made us a bed out of curtains and couch cushions. “I think we'll survive.”
I tested the accommodations while he put enough wood on the fire to last us for most of the night. The bed wasn't so bad; beneath the cushions was fairly new carpeting, so everything was soft enough to sleep in for one night. Garrett laid down, sliding a great arm beneath my back and curled me into him.
All his money, I smiled, and he's sleeping on the floor with me.
There was something incredibly romantic about that, even if I didn't know what exactly.
“What would've happened if we'd gotten that last dance together?” I asked, speaking of the masquerade party. The fatigue of the day, and the sex, had finally started to hit me once I was nestled against him. I wasn't going to last much longer.
“Everything,” he said, quietly. Exhaustion had finally snuck into his voice as well.
The sizzling and popping of the fire played just for us in our one perfect moment. He was right; I couldn't imagine anything ever being the same after this. I clung to wakefulness as long as I could, cherishing his arms around me and the enveloping feeling of complete protection.
I drifted to sleep not knowing what tomorrow would bring, but right now I was safe, and I was loved.
For one night we got to live that other life.