Chapter 19

Grant

The connecting door between our rooms was an accident. I didn’t request adjoining rooms. I didn’t even ask for our rooms to be next to one another. This weekend would be hard enough without adding more temptation into the mix.

Maybe inviting Kendra along on this trip had been a bad idea. I tried telling myself that it was made as a pure business decision. She was, after all, the most qualified. So it was easy enough to tell myself that at first. But even I couldn’t keep that charade going on in my head for too long. I invited her on this trip as a test to myself. I wanted to see how I really felt. After three weeks of not seeing or talking to Kendra, I hoped that my feelings had subsided.

They had not.

It started at the airport. I tried to assert myself over her–an act that was usually easy enough to achieve. But to my surprise and annoyance, she rebuffed my taunts with ease, leaving me feeling weak and pathetic. That was why at dinner, I upped the ante. I lured her in with a false sense of warmth, before shutting her down entirely. By the time she left to go to bed, I was sure that I had gotten to her.

This should have left me feeling better. But it didn’t. It only made me realize that I wanted her even more than I had realized. I wanted every piece of her. She looked amazing in that dress at dinner, and all I wanted to do was climb across the table and tear it off her.

And then there was the door. That door, leading into her room. As I lay in bed, staring at it, it seemed to grow in size. It seemed to take up the entire wall, calling me, beckoning to me. I knew that she was just behind it, laying in her own bed. It would be so easy. All I would have to do is walk in and take her.

But could I? She had hurt me once. And had nearly done it again before I stopped it. As much as I wanted her and as much as I knew she wanted me, I didn’t know if I could handle being with her. Before I was ready to be with her again, I needed to know that I could trust her. I needed her to prove to me that I could trust her.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have a look. Just a peek. I had to see her.

As quietly as possible, I got to my feet and walked across the room to the adjoining door. It was unlocked. It didn’t even have a lock. As gently as I could, I pushed the door open just a fraction, just enough to stick my head through. And that’s when I heard it.

It was faint. Barely above a whisper, but it was definitely there. A low, sexual moan the came from her bed. For a terrible second, I wondered if she had someone else in bed with her. Then I saw her outline in the darkness. Kendra was on her back with her knees in the air. They seemed to shake as her moans increased in volume. It was still soft, but in that moment, she may as well have been screaming.

Unable to stop myself, I remained where I was, watching and listening. It was an incredible turn on, seeing her pleasuring herself in the darkness. Also, I was sure she pleasured herself while thinking of me. Of that, I had no doubt. The more I watched, the more turned on I became.

I was only wearing a pair of boxers, and before long, I could feel my cock harden, sticking itself through the hole in the front of my shorts. My head peeked out and pointed directly at the bed. Directly at its target. This weekend was supposed to be about self-control, it was supposed to be about resisting the irresistible. About proving that I could. But I was weak. And oddly enough, I was okay with it.

“Having fun?” I asked as I pushed the door open and strolled into the room.

“Oh, my—” she sputtered, sitting up hurriedly. “What are you doing in here?!”

“I was going to ask you the same question,” I smirked openly as I walked to the end of the bed. My eyes had adjusted to the light, and by that point, I could see Kendra pretty clearly. Indeed, she had been doing exactly as I thought. She looked flustered as she tried to pull her sheets up over herself.

“That’s none of your–I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Liar,” I said, standing over her now. My dick was still hard and pointed right at her. I saw her eyes go to it, before quickly looking away. “Tell me, what you were doing.”

“Fine,” she said, dropping her bedsheets to reveal that she was completely naked under them. If I hadn’t been turned on before, that would have done it. Her breasts were out and exposed, and I could see how hard her nipples were. “I was masturbating. Happy?”

“Who were you thinking about?” I demanded.

She bit her lip, and I could tell she was trying to decide whether to tell me the truth or not. “You,” she admitted. “I was thinking of you.” She held my stare as she said it, as if daring me to call her out.

“Liar,” I said again. I knew she was telling the truth, but I didn’t care. “What have I told you about lying to me?”

“It’s not a lie,” she protested, sitting up straighter. “I was thinking about you. I was about to come to before you interrupted me.”

“I hate liars,” I said. It was more of a reference to what had happened the other week than what was happening here. And I think she knew it, too. “It’s time for you to see what happens to liars.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” she asked defiantly. This time, her eyes flicked down to my raging erection. The head of my cock was fully out of my boxers now.

I didn’t answer her. Not with words anyway. Instead, I reached my hand forward, running it through her hair before taking a handful and holding her head firmly. She didn’t move to stop me or protest. She knew exactly what I had in mind.

Then, wordlessly, I guided her head forward, aiming it for my cock. And, like a good girl who knew that she was in the wrong, she obliged eagerly.

I sucked air in through my teeth as her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. She didn’t take the whole thing at once, choosing instead to lick at the tip. Like a puppy, lapping at a bowl of water, she licked and licked, getting my head nice and wet. Each time she did, a cold shiver ran up my legs and through my spine. I tried to stay strong. I didn’t want her knowing how good it felt. I wanted her to think that she wasn’t getting to me. But it was difficult, and before long, I was groaning, loud and low.

As I left out my first groan, she pulled her head off, but only so that she could wrench down my boxers, before reapplying her mouth to my cock. But this time, she took the whole thing. In one quick movement, my entire shaft disappeared down her throat, and I nearly fell to my knees from the sensation.

She kept all of me in her mouth, sucking and gagging. I could feel her tongue working the head of my dick. I could feel her throat closing around my shaft. And, like a vacuum, I could feel every piece of me being sucked dry.

I grabbed onto the side of her head with both my hands, holding her in place as she continued to work me. She didn’t move her head or try and throw me off. She kept my entire dick down her throat, willingly taking it. Even as she gagged, even as saliva dripped from her mouth and out her nose, she kept herself there.

It didn’t take me long to come, either. A few more minutes of that, and I could feel it working its way up my legs and to the base of my shaft.

“I want you to swallow it,” I commanded. “Show me that you can.”

She didn’t respond. Not with her words anyway. Instead, she kept that big piece of meat in her mouth as I filled her with my load. It poured from the end of my cock as she kept her mouth there. It filled up the inside of her cheeks, and she kept her mouth there. And then, even when it was finished and I was done, she kept her mouth there. She didn’t remove it until every last drop was gone.

When she finally did remove her mouth from me, she simply gave her lips a wipe, lay back in bed, and looked up at me, a serious expression on her face. It was as if she were saying, “Satisfied? Good enough?”

“Good girl,” I offered curtly, bending down and pulling my boxers back up. “Maybe you weren’t lying after all.”

I then turned and left the room. She watched me the entire way. As I reached the door however, I stopped and turned back, “I want you up and ready to go by 7:30 tomorrow morning. Don’t be late. You know how I hate tardiness.” Then I walked through the door and closed it behind me.

I went to bed that night with a smile on my face. The first one I had worn in three weeks. It wasn’t the blowjob that made me smile, but the fact that she was so willing to give it. Just as a means to prove her point that she wasn’t lying to me.

Knowing this, a part of me decided that maybe there was still hope for us. Maybe, there was a chance that I could forgive her and move on from the past.