Chapter 9

He pulled up to a high-rise in the middle of the city. It had a private parking garage and that was probably for the best, as I couldn’t wait until we were out of the car.

I pulled myself into his lap and started kissing him as soon as he removed the key from the ignition. I couldn’t get enough of him and apparently he couldn’t get enough of me.

His hands went straight up my skirt and he started to massage me through my panties. I wriggled, shoving my hips forward, riding his hand that was doing delicious, dirty things.

I heard a tearing sound and realized he’d ripped my panties off and then abruptly he stopped.

“This garage has cameras,” he said as in warning.

“Well, let them watch,” was my reply before I kissed him again, long and hard. He began fondling my breasts and I busied myself by unzipping his pants. There was a sense of urgency for both of us. I needed him in me, now. I wanted him so bad, and I’d been waiting years to have him if I were truthful with myself. This was the reason I hadn’t even so much as had a date since Griffin... because my body craved him and only him.

I freed his length and stroked it boldly. He groaned.

“Are you ready for me Griffin?”

“I should be asking you that,” he said, raising his hips up. I straddled him, spreading my legs as wide as they could go in the confined space of his SUV and slid myself down onto his dick.

He felt amazing. I moaned as he filled me, stretching me inch my inch. It had been a long time, and my body initially protested his entrance.

“You’re so tight,” he said, holding on to my upper waist, looking at me.

“It’s been awhile,” I said softly, cupping his face and kissing it as my inner muscles contracted and released around his dick. He groaned and I could feel him trying to control himself.

“God, you feel good.”

“So, do you,” I said as I began to ride him. I leaned back against the steering wheel and began to maneuver myself up and down, taking in a little at a time, until he was fully inside of me.

He grunted and grabbed my hips, slamming me down on his dick over and over while I played with my nipples, squeezing them and rubbing them against his face.

We were breathing heavily and I could feel myself about to come. He brought his hands up to squeeze my breasts and it was enough to send me quickly over the edge, and I came hard and fast.

So, fast that I was a little embarrassed. I collapsed against him and waited until my breathing slowed down before saying, “Sorry.”

He laughed. “Isn’t it the guy who normally apologizes for coming early?”

“It’s 2017. New gender rules....”

“Oh, that explains a lot.”

“You didn’t come,” I said, although I already knew the answer.

“There’s still plenty of time for that.”

When he pulled me off, my sex seemed to protest, but finally released him. I righted my dress and instantly felt exposed and vulnerable. What the hell did I just do?

“Umm... I suppose you’ll want to head to bed now.”

“Yep,” he said. “With you. You said you would come over to my place, right? Well, we only made it to the parking garage. There’s still plenty of time for other stuff.”

I smiled at him and reached for my panties.

He stopped me. “You won’t be needing those.”

He straightened his clothes and I made sure I at least looked acceptable. He led me from the car to a private entrance that had an elevator only he could access. As soon as the elevator door closed, he stood in front of me and put his hand down my dress. He exposed one of my breasts, cupped it in his hand and licked and kissed the tip. I was so aroused, I could feel the wetness running down my thighs. But he wasn’t done, he raised his mouth to mine and started kissing me and then his hand crept up my thigh... I spread my legs knowing what would come next when the elevator door rang, announcing we’d reached our destination.

I groaned in frustration when he took a step back and took my hand.

“We keep getting interrupted.”

“It is a problem,” he said succinctly and then he led me to his apartment door. As it clicked open, he picked me up.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lead me to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed, but I couldn’t see anything in front of me. It was hot, having sex in the dark.

I felt him spread my legs and then I felt his tongue slide between my wet folds and then he settled between my thighs, pushing them further apart as he knelt between them and sucked and licked between my legs.

I held his head in place and rocked my hips against his mouth, enjoying the feel of it, never wanting him to stop, but I was torn. I wanted him inside me again and I felt swollen in want.

He pulled away and reached up to turn on a light. Soft illumination filled the room as he pulled my dress off and tossed it to the side. My breasts spilled from my bra and he made no move to take it off. He stripped off his shirt and pants, and stroked his hand up and down his dick as he looked at me.

“You’re still so beautiful,” he said, staring down at me, as he sheathed himself in a condom.

I was grateful that the soft illumination most likely hid my stretch marks that were my battle scars from pregnancy. Other than that, my body hadn’t changed much, except that my breasts were fuller and maybe my hips rounder.

“Open your legs for me,” he said, and I slowly spread my legs wide.

He knelt down between my legs and pulled my hips under his and in one easy motion he pushed into me. He didn’t waste any time as he went deeply into me, pulling out and then going deeper again.

I wrapped my legs around his back and bit into his shoulder as he leaned forward, covering my body with his own as he thrust into me over and over. I must have screamed too loudly, because he abruptly stopped moving and asked me if I were ok.

“Yes, don’t stop...”

And then he kept pumping into me. My inner muscles squeezed his shaft, drawing it in deeper. He groaned.

“God, you’re tight.”

And I had every reason to be. I hadn’t been with anyone since him.

He quickened his thrusts then, and the feel of his cock, thick and hard, sliding in and out of me pushed me over the edge. I screamed as he pumped into me, not sparing me as he drove deep and hard with each thrust until he too began to come.

We lay panting. I was breathless, but I still wanted more of him.

We lay with our faces next to each other and he brought a hand up to stroke my hip.

“You’re curvier than I remember...” he remarked.

I pouted. “Are you calling me fat?”

“Not in a million years and even if you were... I’m not sure it would even matter to me.”

I hadn’t been expecting that. I’d just been teasing him, but apparently, he meant every word.

“You know I can’t stay in L.A., right? Georgia is home.”

“We don’t have to talk about that now,” he said, stroking my face. “In fact, we don’t have to talk at all.”

He surprised me by settling me on top of him and then turned me around until I was in reverse cowgirl position.

I could see his cock stirring again and I couldn’t help but give it some much needed attention. I brought my head down and began to lick and suck at it, taking my time, enjoying the way I turned him on. He responded by stroking and massaging my butt, and then he rotated his hips so he was now on his side and I flipped to my side to keep him in my mouth. My head was directly in front of his crotch and my crotch was near his face. He began fingering me and licking my clit as I brought his dick again into my mouth.

I could barely concentrate on pleasuring him as he pleasured me, opening me up wider with his hand as he lazily licked circles around my clit.

My body began to shake and the next thing I knew, Griffin was abandoning his post between my legs and instead was flipping me over.

I knew what he wanted so I waited patiently as he put on another condom and then I buried my head in a pillow as he pushed into me from behind.

He slapped my ass, making me giggle and then I quickly became serious blindly reaching for a rail as he pounded into me. He was merciless and I loved it. It was hard, almost animalistic the way he fucked me and I wanted more... needed more.

“Griffin, please Griffin...”

He paused as I moaned his name, and pulled out of me ever so slowly. I gripped the sheets of the bed in my fists.

“Griffin. Please... more... put it back in...”

“You sure? You look a little tired,” he teased, inserting the tip of his dick into my wet, pulsating vagina.

I shivered at the feel of it and licked my dry lips. “Fuck me, Griffin... please...”

I didn’t care that I was begging. I wanted him so fucking bad.

“I love it when you beg,” he said, pushing in just a little bit further. I was so wet, I knew all I had to do was rock back just a little and his whole long, thick length would be inside me. But I liked this teasing, this prolonging the inevitable. It made fucking Griffin all that much more desirable. And that’s all this was, right? Just sex? Just really good sex.

I didn’t get to contemplate it too long, as he pushed into me and began to move slowly in and out, taking his time, letting himself become acquainted with every inch of my wet, clenching opening. His dick was hot, as it filled me and I tilted my hips up greedily for more.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Griffin,” I moaned.

“God, you’re tight... so tight... and wet.”

He moaned this time as he plunged himself into me again. And then we were both beyond words as he grabbed my hips and began to thrust into me recklessly. I screamed as pleasure and pain became one... as he pushed so deeply I thought he would tear right through me, but yet, it wasn’t enough. God, I wanted more. So much more.

Griffin gave me what I wanted by rubbing my clit with one hand as he continued to pound into me.

The room was filled with the sound of our breathing and the sound of his body slapping against mine as he rode me hard from behind. I knew I was coming again, my body beginning to shake. I closed my eyes as my orgasm radiated from where Griffin was teasing my clit with his finger to my vagina where his cock was stretching and filling me, sending waves of pleasure that seized my entire body, making my head pound and my skin tingle.

As I came, I screamed, squeezing his penis with my walls. He slid in and out of my wetness, still hard, still pumping and I came again, luxuriating in the feel of him sliding into my wetness over and over again, as my muscles quivered around him.

And finally, he came, driving deeply into me one more time, sending his hot, piercing dick into me and holding it there while he groaned my name.

He pulled out of me and I collapsed forward, sighing heavily into a pillow. My insides were still quivering from the aftermath of our lovemaking.

He chuckled and I could only imagine the sight I made, naked and spent, lying on his pillows with my bra haphazardly aligned.

As if finally noticing, he unhooked it and placed a chaste kiss on my back, which served to make me shiver. He kissed my back again and I moaned. He tossed my bra elsewhere and turned me over. He climbed on top of me, but held himself up on one elbow.

He touched my face, tracing a finger down my cheek. “You okay?”

“Better than okay,” I whispered. I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine.

“I guess now we’re reacquainted.”

“I think so.”

He kissed me again, sweetly. “I could kiss you all day.”

“And I would let you.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine you objecting to being kissed all day.”

I made a face at him and he playfully pinched my butt. “Ouch!”

He laughed. “You like it...”

He made his way to the bathroom and I sat up a little to watch him walk away. No wonder his thrusts felt so powerful, I thought to myself as I looked at his naked butt. He had a behind that anyone, man or woman, would envy. It was so perfect.

His perfect butt disappeared into the bathroom and I realized then that I was completely naked and had nothing to put on besides my old dress. I covered myself with the blanket and settled into his soft luxurious pillows.

I felt him crawl into bed with me and I remarked, “It must be so nice being rich. You one-percenters have the best pillows.”

“Nice pillows are a requirement or you get kicked out the billionaire club.”

“Now you wouldn’t want that,” I joked lazily, ready to doze off.

My eyes were closing as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards his chest.

“It’s Grant, by the way.”

“Hmm?”

“My name…G.L. Wallace? It’s Grant Leonard Wallace. That’s my full name.”

“That’s a nice respectable name, but I like Griffin better.”

He chuckled and I cuddled against his chest, feeling safe and warm. A feeling that, as I dozed off, I realized I could get used to.