“Come for me baby.” The Big D whispers in my ear causing my orgasm to takeover my body. My hands scratch down his back over his shirt and I wish he was completely naked so he could get the whole effect. He groans when the heels he insisted I keep on dig into his ass.
After he finds his release he lies on me breathless. I’m sure this lounge chair will leave imprints in my ass, but it’s all good. It was worth every mark.
He gets off me just like every other night we’ve met up and pulls his pants up.
I’m used to the departures but tonight he surprises me when he grabs the clothes he threw off me and slides my dress over my head. I’ve learned to make our brief meetings more effective with easily accessible clothes.
I need to figure out how I’m always buck ass naked when he only has to pull his pants down to his knees. Next time. Next time I’m going to take charge… if he lets me.
When he sits on the lounge chair and throws my legs over his thighs he really starts to baffle me. I don’t know what to do or how to react. Other than his departing phrase of “you have no idea” we really haven’t said much.
“So…” I say awkwardly as he chuckles.
“So…”
He’s not giving me anything. I hate awkward silence, it’s one of my pet peeves.
“How’re your deliveries going tonight?”
“I’m pretty sure I just delivered.” He finally looks over with his piercing brown eyes and his lips hitch up on one side. “We need to talk.” His hand starts rubbing up and down my calf’s making it hard to think. His hands are pure magic.
I cringe. Here it comes, the it was nice while it lasted chat. It was fabulous while it lasted and it can last longer you dope!
“I’d like to take you out.”
I look at him dumbfounded because what? He wants to take me out? “Um…”
He picks up one of my new heels off the ground and places it gently on my foot. He stares at them for a second before looking into my eyes. “You’re worth more than a backyard fuck.”
Man, that was sweet like cupcake frosting. Don’t fall for it Aggie, be a hard ass! “I don’t know your name."
He looks deep in thought before answering. “Grant.”
“Grant.” I let it roll off my tongue testing it out. He looks like a Grant, not at all like the delivery guy he is. His confidence level is always through the roof and he has swagger for days. I guess you really can fake it till you make it.
“Monday.” He grabs my hand and lifts it to his lips. The tingles are freaking everywhere and I wish we had more time to do something about them. Or at least to navigate this new romantic relationship-ish territory he’s taking us in. Rough sex is fabulous, but a kiss on the hand is everything.
“Monday?”
“I’ll pick you up Monday.”
I can’t talk, I just nod my head as I continue to be hypnotized by his eyes. Then he blows my mind when he bends down caressing the side of my face and plants the sweetest of kisses on my lips.
“See you soon.” He whispers before turning and walking towards the gate.
“Wait, how do you know where I live?” I remember those flowers from last Friday night after I got home.
He smiles his brilliant smile and I barely notice it with the moonlight being the only source of light. “I have my ways Aggie.” He stares into my eyes for another beat before disappearing from my view.
“What the hell just happened?”
My hearts on the line here. I already felt myself growing attached over the last several weeks from a purely physical relationship. His sweet kisses and hushed whispers aren’t fair.
I don’t stand a freaking chance.
***
Grant
“Come on man. I need to shut down the number.”
“Give me a few more weeks.” I huff getting into my car and cranking the engine. My body’s still in overdrive and I’m not sure if it’s from fucking Aggie or because she agreed to meet me Monday night.
I don’t know why John’s bitching about the stupid number, he’s going to give me what I want. I’ve offered to pay for the phone line, which is nothing, and he’s a secret romantic. Or a sap as I like to call him. He’s invested in my situation with Aggie and I know he’s rooting for me to win her over.
“Fine. It’s your money. Please tell me you’re finally taking her beyond the confinements of a backyard? You’re putting in a lot of hard work for a girl you barely know Grant.”
“I am, Monday night.” I can’t keep the smile from my face. Thankfully he’s on the phone and not here in person. He’d give me shit for weeks.
But he’s right about the hard work. I’ve made him keep the restaurant number he already shut down so I can hijack Aggie and her grandmother’s delivery night. I don’t give a fuck if it makes me look crazy. So, what if I answer the call from her grandmother and rush to a restaurant to get the food they ordered. That doesn’t make me crazy or pussy whipped as John likes to tell me.
“Fucking finally. It’s about time man. I hope this chick’s worth it.”
“She is.”
“Important enough for a promotion at work apparently.”
“Well…”
“And deliveries to her house.” I hear him chuckle through the line over my stalker antics. I’ve tried telling him there’s something about this girl I can’t shake. He’s only ever seen me in a relationship with my work so I don’t blame him. We hit it off a couple months ago after the break-up with my ex. He wasn’t there to witness that train wreck and I know this relationship has started so unconventionally that the odds of us becoming something are slim to none. He’s told me numerous times and I’m hoping he’s wrong.
No, fuck that. I’ve never had this feeling before. Not love, hell no. I’m talking about that feeling. The peace I feel for the brief time I’m with the one Miss Agnes Fletcher. How right it feels holding her in my arms and if I weren’t a gentleman I’d say how her pussy owns me with every thrust of my hips.
She has no idea who I am and I intend on keeping it that way until I win her over.
Some may say I’m crazy for feeling so strongly over what you may call consecutive one-night stands. Fan-fucking-tastic Friday nights where I’ve never come so hard and hearing Agnes moan drives me to please her more. Maybe I am crazy. At this point I don’t care and I’m no longer content. I want more. And I’ll get it.
I always get what I want.