CHAPTER 18
GRANT

“Hello?”

Her breathless voice made my cock jump as the crack in her voice gave her away. I’d committed every single one of her sounds to memory, and I grinned as I relaxed back into the bed. I heard her breathing speeding up, and I pictured her chest heaving, her tits bouncing with her shallow breaths as my hand palmed my growing cock.

“Good evening,” I said. “Are you having fun?”

“Just laying here,” Theresa said.

“Mhm? How’s that going for you?”

She giggled breathlessly, and the sound sent shivers shooting to my groin.

“What are you doing, you naughty girl?”

A small moan escaped her lips as I pulled my cock from my pants.

“Honestly?” Theresa asked.

“Honestly,” I said.

“I was very close to an orgasm thinking of you. Then you ruined it.”

My cock bounced against my body as the tip began to leak.

“You sound frustrated,” I said.

“Very.”

“Then let me help you with that.”

“What?” she asked.

“Why don’t you take those pretty little fingers of yours and place them back on that juicy pussy?” I asked.

I stroked my cock, allowing my precum to streak along my skin as I heard her whimper.

“That’s it,” I said. “Is your clit throbbing for me?”

“So much,” she said, whispering. “So much, Grant.”

“Good. Why don’t you press down on it? Roll your hips into that hand and imagine it’s my tongue.”

“Shit, I wish it was your tongue. Your tongue is so good,” she said.

I bit down on my lower lip as my cock throbbed against my palm.

“That what you like?” I asked. “You like it when I lick your luscious pussy?”

“Oh yes.”

“You like it when I slip my tongue into that tight little pussy of yours?”

“Yes, Grant. I do. I really, really do.”

“Do you like it when I pull you close to my lips and suck that beautiful clit between my teeth?”

“Oh.”

Her whimper was music to my ears as I stroked my cock faster.

“You know what I like?” I asked.

“What? What do you—like?”

“I like it when I bury myself inside of you. When my cock is filling you up, and your mouth falls open. I like the feel of your tight body caving to me.”

“Shit, Grant. I’m so close.”

“Slow those fingers down, beautiful. I’m not done with you yet.”

I grinned as she groaned in my ear.

“I love slamming into you. Watching your juices coat my cock and balls. I love watching my body disappear into you as that greedy little clit of yours peeks out for more.”

“You’re so big. I can’t—it’s too—”

“And those broken sentences?” I asked as I stroked my cock faster. “Music to my ears. Speechless from my dick and it’s not even there. But do you know what I’m going to do to you when I get back?”

“Tell me. Tell me, please. Please, Grant. Please. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

“I’m going to press my tongue into that greedy clit until your legs are shaking. My fingers will slip into your pussy and fuck you until you can’t breathe. Then, when you think you’re almost done coming on my face, I’m going to slip one single finger into your tight ass and watch your eyes blow wide open.”

“Yes, Grant! Yes! Keep going! I’m coming!”

“Then I’ll watch you explode as every single orifice of your body curls around me. I will own all of you. Have all of you. Do you hear me, Theresa?”

My heels dug into the bed, and my hips bucked into my hand. My balls curled into my body, and I could feel my pleasure crashing over me. Her moans and cries of ecstasy with my name falling from her lips were too much. The idea of owning all her body threw me over the edge. I could see her curves jiggling for me as my cock released, shooting threads of cum all the way up on to my chest.

“Grant. Grant. Yes. I’m yours. Take all of it. So much of it. I’m yours. Yours. Oh, yours.”

My head fell to the headboard as my legs shook. Her words poured over my ears with a hot fury that made me want to drive to her. To get in my fucking car and speed through the night until I was crashing into her apartment and claiming every hole she had.

Mine.

Theresa was mine.

I listened as her breathless pants slowly morphed into regular breaths. I reached over to my nightstand and plucked a few tissues from the box. This wasn’t the first time I’d pleasured myself to the thought of her body. But never in my life did I ever think I’d be able to hear my name being screamed by her on the other end of the line.

The only thing that would make it better was if she was beside me now. Seeing what she really did to me.

“You still there?” Theresa asked.

Her voice was dry. Worn out from the cries of pleasure she had let loose moments ago.

“I am,” I said.

“How was the meeting?”

I chuckled as I finished cleaning myself off.

“It was long. But it served its purpose, and it puts my company in a good place.”

“That’s good,” she said. “That’s really good.”

But it was the unspoken words that hit me hardest. My company doing well in Boston meant I couldn’t stay in Maine. I couldn't relocate myself back there, and I wasn’t sure how she would take to the idea of relocating here. She was finally finding herself and I didn’t know if I could ask her to make any decisions based on my feelings. Theresa fell quiet, and I knew she was thinking the same thing, but neither of us wanted to bring it up.

“What was the meeting about?” Theresa asked, trying to steer the conversation away from our awkward pause.

“New clients. Any project that grosses a net profit of over eight hundred thousand dollars has to be discussed and approved by everyone,” I said.

“Wow. That’s a lot of money.”

“I thought so at first, too.”

“So, you have new clients. That’s good for business, right?”

Yes. But it wasn’t good for us.

“It is,” I said. “It’s very good for business.”

“Well it’s getting late and I’m kind of tired. You can tell me more about it when you come back,” she said, her voice sounding anything but tired.

“Sure,” I said. “I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

“Me too,” she said.

We said our goodnights and my head lolled back against the headboard.

I hated the way her voice changed. How soft and defeated it sounded. I hung up the phone and tossed it to the side before I got off the bed. I threw the tissues in the trash and made my way to the bathroom, then turned on the light and took a good, hard look at myself.

I knew this was going to come back and bite me in the ass. I knew this was going to screw me over. Screw both of us over. But I was attached. I didn’t want to admit it, and I’m not sure how it happened, but I had gotten attached to Theresa again. Like I had been as a teenager. And I knew I would go back. I knew I would take her in my arms and kiss her deeply and sink myself back into her body as many times as she’d let me.

I knew I would gladly screw both of us over, even if I knew this was temporary.

And I wasn’t sure what kind of a man that made me.