Chapter Nine
Hello Business, Meet Pleasure
A knock on the door had me coming out of the bathroom holding a hand towel.
Who could that be?
It was too late to be Maya. And Grant had left me fifteen minutes ago with a kiss on the tip of my nose. I knew he wanted to say something about our stolen moment back at the Waldorf Astoria. Thankfully, he left it alone, though. We had ridden in silence the whole way back to my apartment. The few inches of space between us in the car might as well have been a few feet with the way I distanced myself from him.
I finished drying my hands and tossed the towel on the sink. I proceeded softly through my apartment to the entryway. You could never be too careful in the city. For all I knew, it could be some psychopath looking to hack me into a million pieces.
When I looked through the peephole, my breath caught and my heart started racing. My mystery visitor at midnight was Grant.
He came back.
His powerful arms were braced on either side of the door, and his head was tilted towards the floor, giving me the advantage of looking at his curly, unruly hair. Hair that I fantasized about sinking my fingers into all damn night. He was still wearing his tux, but his bowtie was gone and the top buttons were undone.
What was he doing back here?
I unlatched the chain on the door and then flipped the deadbolt before opening the door.
“What are you… ” My voice trailed off when he took one purposeful step towards me.
“I couldn’t leave,” he said right before he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his mouth to mine. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, and I wasted no time opening myself to him. This kiss was raw and possessive. I felt like he was claiming me. But that couldn’t be. This was Grant Morgan. He didn’t claim women. He played with them until something shiny and new came along.
“Invite me in, Elizabeth. I won’t leave here until I’ve had you beneath me, writhing and moaning and calling my name… Invite me in.” He looked into my eyes, and I saw a fierce determination there. I wondered if this was how he looked when he was ready to conquer a courtroom. It sent delicious shivers up my spine to see firsthand how masculine he was.
Images of being beneath him, screaming out his name as he moved inside me until I climaxed, flashed in my brain. My palms started to sweat, and my knees felt weak.
Grant’s chest moved rapidly with the deep breaths he was taking to keep himself in control. Each time, he brushed against my breasts and made my nipples tighten. I could feel the tension radiating from the strong muscles in his body, pinning me to the wall. I could smell his distinct scent, and I could still taste his kiss. My imagination was taking over, and I felt myself softening and melting into him. It was all such a deadly combination.
Don’t mix business with pleasure.
My father’s words echoed in my head. Damn it. I knew he was right. If I let Grant in tonight, tomorrow everything would change. I’d never be able to handle buying flowers for his next bimbo or God forbid, if I actually ran into one leaving like I had that morning. Could I really stand letting one of my biggest paying and no maintenance clients go just so I could finally get Grant out of my system?
Just as those thoughts took over and started cooling my libido, Grant nuzzled my neck and ran his tongue lightly up to my ear. “Don’t deny yourself what I know you want. Invite me in,” he whispered there.
He was right. I did want him, so against my better judgment, my hands ran up his chest and tangled in his hair. “Take me to bed, Grant.”
The words barely left my mouth before I was lifted into his arms and carried to my room.
He set me on my feet next to the bed and twisted to turn on the lamp there. His arms pulled me against his body, and his mouth came down on mine again. Whereas the kiss in the hall was fast and hard, this one was slower and sweeter. He took his time building the burn while his hands explored every inch of my body that he came in contact with.
I raised my leg up over his hip, and the dress fell away from my body where the slit was. His hand took advantage and slowly ran up the back of my leg and over my mostly bared ass.
He groaned at the contact. His head tilted and the kiss deepened. All I could do was hold on to him and pray that he would catch me if I fell. Because I was indeed falling. With every brush of his tongue against mine, with every soft caress of my skin, he was owning me. And I was readily handing myself over to him.
His fingers worked on the zipper of my dress, and I moved a step away from him and lowered my arms so that it pooled at my feet. His darkened eyes took in the sight of my body in nothing, but the bra and panties that Tina had given me. His Adams apple bobbed when he swallowed hard. And his hands flexed like he wanted to touch me. He stared at me for what felt like minutes, but I am sure was only mere seconds before he spoke.
“I couldn’t ask for a more perfect gift. You’re like a god damned dream. Elizabeth, you should know something about me. I like control, and I want and expect you to give it to me. I promise you won’t regret it. I can make you feel things you’ve never imagined, if you’ll trust me.”
Taken aback by his declaration, I looked at him with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Trust him?
“Do you mean bondage or whatever? Like BDSM?” My voice sounded squeaky and I silently cursed myself for not sounding stronger.
He closed the space between us and ran his hands down my arms. “No. I mean that while we’re in the bedroom, I don’t want you to think. Just feel. Let me guide your body. That isn’t to say I might not want to tie you up, but anything I do will be for your pleasure.”
Well, that did sound promising. Maybe if I didn’t have to worry about getting myself to an orgasm, I would actually have an orgasm. The mind could be a fickle thing.
“Okay,” I agreed softly.
“You won’t regret it. I promise. Right now, we’ll get you acclimated to what I like. Let’s take it slow. No matter what, Elizabeth, I want you to keep your hands at your sides. Can you do that?”
I nodded, unable to speak. I was too turned on by his commanding nature.
“Good,” he said with a pleased smile on his face. His hands reached around and unhooked my bra. He slowly pulled the cups off my breasts before dropping it on the floor. His head bent in and his tongue swiped up my nipple, making it pebble even further.
“Beautiful,” he said right before he sucked my breast into his mouth. My hands flew up and I stopped them just as they were about to grab his head. His mouth moved to my other breast and repeated the sweet tugging. Lifting his head, he said, “See, when you listen I’ll reward you. If you hadn’t stopped yourself, I wouldn’t continue to pleasure you.”
“Grant, please,” I whispered, wanting more contact, not a damn lesson in obedience.
“I want you to take off your panties and then lay back on the bed,” he commanded, and I felt a pulsing in between my legs.
I quickly did as he asked and then looked up at him for more direction. His hands circled my ankles and dragged me so that my ass rested on the edge of the bed. My eyes practically rolled in the back of my head with anticipation for where this was going.
“Now prop your heels on the bed and spread your legs wide.”
“I’m not sure I’m comf –” I started, but he cut me off. “Do it, Elizabeth. You need to trust me.”
I mentally argued with myself for several moments before doing as I was instructed. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, while I felt open and vulnerable.
I heard movement and then felt his breath against my swollen folds. “You have the most beautiful p-ssy, Elizabeth. I’ve never seen anything quite so breathtaking. I bet you’re going to taste even better.” His voice was low and gruff with his desire.
Oh God. My chest rose and fell in heaves as I struggled for much needed oxygen. I knew what was coming and the buildup was becoming intense, waiting for him to touch me. Could this be what he meant when he said letting him control things would be worth it?
My mind was no longer able to think these thoughts when his fingers opened my lips, and his tongue licked me in the perfect spot. I clutched the comforter on either side of my body with my hands, and my hips rose against his mouth.
His hands pinned my hips down while his mouth devoured me. He licked and sucked my * with precision, and I saw stars floating behind my eyelids. Feeling brazen I looked down the length of my body and saw his mouth fastened just below my pelvic bone. His eyes met mine, and it was such an erotic site that I moaned long and hard. When he inserted first one, then two and then three fingers inside me, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My orgasm exploded from within and shook my body violently. His mouth and fingers slowed, but didn’t stop, as he wrung every possible spasm from my body. When I came down, I rested limply on the bed. My limbs were like putty, and I had a smile on my face.
I looked up to see him unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the fabulous chest that I had only had a chance to glimpse at before. Next came his belt and my mouth watered as I anxiously waited to see what looked like an impressive package within his pants. His undressing was such an erotic performance. I felt like tickets could be sold to it, and you’d instantly become a millionaire.
When he finally hooked his fingers in his boxers and pushed them down his legs, I felt that throbbing building between my legs again. I had never been so turned on in my life.
I reached down to relieve the ache between my legs, but Grant stopped me when he said, “Tsk, tsk. Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
I felt a quiver deep within and squeezed my thighs together since I couldn’t touch myself.
I had never had more than one orgasm in a night. But taking in the sight of his cock as it proudly jutted from his body, I felt as if I could orgasm right then. It was thick and long. He had to be eight or nine inches easily.
And I wanted it. I wanted it inside me, in every way possible.
Without thinking, I sat up and dropped to my knees in front of him. I looked up into his stormy, dark eyes and my hand circled him, slowly stroking his length. My tongue ran up the length, teasing him and wetting him, before I took him fully in my mouth. As soon as I tasted him, I moaned around him and began moving my head swiftly, unable to get enough of him. My hand pumped while my head bobbed and my mouth sucked. I was greedy for him.
I looked up to see his eyes pinched shut and his hands fisted at his sides. The corded column of his neck was taut. He looked like he was in complete rapture. It was heady knowing I could give Grant this much pleasure. I wanted to make him come as hard as I had. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. And I needed him to need me like I did him.
The hand not stroking his cock reached down and cupped his balls, massaging them. I could feel them tightening, and I knew he was close.
“No,” I protested when his hands pulled me off him.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I allowed you to take control because it felt too damn good to stop you. But I will not be coming down your throat before I’ve had a chance to come deep inside you.”
My p-ssy clenched at the thought of that. For as disappointed as I was not to be able to finish giving him head, I couldn’t argue with his logic.
“Now get on your knees on the bed and face the headboard. Keep your hands on the headboard unless I tell you otherwise.”
I maneuvered myself into position and waited while I heard the telltale crinkling of a condom. I felt Grant’s heat on my back next. He positioned himself behind me and ran his hands up my chest and cupped each breast. His lips nipped along my neck and shoulders, before he kissed a trail down my back. My head fell back, and I focused on the feel of his skin on mine and his lips on my body. It was so tantalizingly delicious.
His hands pulled my hips back slightly, angling me, so he could enter me. I felt his hard cock prodding my entrance, and I whimpered at the fact that he was making me wait to have him drive inside me. I wanted it too, so bad. Worse than my next breath.
“Good girl,” he murmured right before he plunged into me. My head shot back and a cry escaped my lips.
I had never had someone so big before. He filled every inch of me, making me feel whole.
He moved slowly at first, and I focused on the feel of him with each push and pull. The sensations building in my lower belly had me panting with need. I had only come during penetration a handful of times, and it was nothing compared to what was threatening to overtake me.
Grant’s fingers honed in on the bundle of nerves between my legs and pressed and rolled perfectly. So perfectly, I screamed, “F*ck!” And came almost as hard as I did while he was eating me.
Behind me he groaned and continued pumping in and out of me. When he was close to release, his thrusts became harder and less controlled.
“Elizabeth,” he growled in my ear as he thrust one last time and spilled himself inside me.
My legs were shaky beneath me, and my head was bent forward while I tried to catch my breath. That was the very definition of earth shattering.
Grant kissed my shoulder before he pulled out.
“Bathroom?” He asked before he kissed the nape of my neck.
I pointed at the door on the other side of the living room and sank to my ass, watching his very fine backside as he went to take care of the condom.
While he was gone, my brain started working again. And thinking instantly led to freaking out. What did I do now? Was he going to leave? Was he going to want to stay? Would I let him stay? Could I let him leave?
When he returned, he pulled the covers down next to me and crawled into my bed. He looked good there, against the pale blue sheets. He propped himself against the pillows and the headboard and motioned for me to join him.
He positioned me at his side with my head on his shoulder and my arm around his torso. “Relax. You just had two amazing orgasms and you’re more tense now than you were before.”
I tried relaxing, but it just wasn’t happening. I was still stiff and awkward at his side.
“What if we talked about something other than what just happened?” He suggested, and I wanted to kiss him for not dissecting my reaction to him and his lovemaking.
“Sure. What should we talk about?”
“Anything. Why not start with how you got into the concierge business.”
“Okay.”
We then proceeded to talk for over an hour about work and music and books. I was surprised at how much we had in common. It was so relaxed and easy going, I completely forgot about my earlier concerns.
“I have to go to the bathroom. Could you cover your eyes?” I asked shyly. Even though I knew he enjoyed my naked body in the heat of the moment, I was now a little insecure about him not seeing me through lust filled goggles.
“Elizabeth, you’re by far the most beautiful woman I have ever had the honor of being with. There’s no need to be shy or embarrassed with me.”
I nodded and scooted out of bed. When I spotted his shirt on the floor, I slipped it on and buttoned the first few buttons to hold it on my body.
When I returned to the room, Grant looked so delicious sitting in my bed that a new surge of desire flowed through my veins, and I couldn’t stop myself from walking on the bed towards him. His eyes flared at the sight of my naked body peeking out from his partially opened shirt.
I stood over him, looking down and wondering what he was going to do with me. I didn’t have to wait long, because he immediately lifted my left leg and placed a kiss on my thigh. His hand ran up and down my calf, making me tremble with the feel of him. It was otherworldly how he made me feel.
I braced my hand on the wall to keep myself steady as he kissed farther up my thigh. He released my leg and his hands moved up my hips and torso, parting the shirt. His breath came harder as he looked me over.
He glanced up at my face as I looked down on him. When our eyes met, I was floored with the emotion I saw working behind his gorgeous blue eyes. I didn’t know what to make of it. I just knew it was powerful. Part of me knew this was Grant and that he made many women feel this way. The other part of me wanted to believe that this was special and just for me.
With my feet on either side of his hips, he commanded me, “Spread yourself for me, baby.”
I looked at him hesitantly. He really was pushing me out of my comfort zone tonight. It was scary, yet completely liberating. This might be taking it too far, however.
“Now, Elizabeth. Don’t make me spank you.”
Uh… wow. How did he make that seem so delicious? He had me craving his punishment with just his words.
I reached down and spread myself and watched as his tongue snaked out and licked through my folds. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me towards his mouth so that his face was mostly buried between my legs. And that’s when he began to feast on me. There was more urgency this time around, and it was spectacular. He was well versed in what he was doing. I idly thanked all the women before me for helping him hone his skills.
His hands left my ass, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt dizzy with my need for release, and I couldn’t brace my hands on the wall to hold me up because they were where Grant wanted them.
He tipped his head back and looked at me. His mouth was wet from my juices, and it was erotic as f*ck. “I want you to ride me. I want to watch you while you come this time.”
I glanced down and saw he had put a condom on at some point. I was so caught up in what his mouth was doing, that I didn’t even realize he put one on. Wanting what he wanted, I knelt down and straddled him. As he guided himself into me, I couldn’t help but lean down and lick my essence from his lips.
“Oh f*ck,” he exclaimed as he slammed me down on him. “You’re a naughty girl. Aren’t you, Elizabeth?”
His strong hands braced on my waist, lifted and lowered me over him, while my hips circled and ground down on him with each pass.
“Grant,” I breathed out with urgency behind my words. I was going to come. And I was going to come hard.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take what you need from me.”
And I did. I braced my hands on his shoulders and slammed down on him with as much force as my body could create. I rode him hard, and I rode him with reckless abandon. It was so damn hot. I couldn’t believe I was experiencing it. Nothing had ever compared to this. Not even close.
“God! I’m going to come!” My eyes locked with his when I cried out and slammed down on him one last time, taking myself over the edge. Grant took over the motions, lifting me over and over as he sought out his own climax. He groaned when he stilled in me, and I felt his cock twitching with his release.
I rested my head in the crook of his neck and struggled to bring myself back to reality. The man was beyond amazing. The pleasure he had wrung from my body was something I had never experienced before. If I had my way I would experience it again before he left.
After several minutes of running his hands over my back, Grant lifted me off him and disposed of the condom. This time when he joined me in bed, he laid his head on the pillows and shut off the light.
“Let’s get some rest. I don’t know about you, but I’m wiped.”
“I could sleep,” I said and stretched my body before curling up in a ball like I always did when I slept.
Grant fit his body to the length of mine, so that his chest was to my back. His legs cocked deep, taking mine with them. His arm wrapped around my body, and his hand curled possessively around my breast.
I liked every single thing about this. Even though I knew I shouldn’t. I was determined to store up as many memories of this perfect night as possible, to keep with me after Grant was out of my life and moving on with the many other women to follow.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured in my ear before placing a kiss behind it.
“Goodnight,” I whispered back and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
Lying in bed with the most dangerously handsome man I had ever met behind me, I didn’t think I’d fall asleep easily, but it only took a few minutes before unconsciousness started to take over. So when I heard Grant mumble something about dreams, I said, “Hmmm.” But I never heard his reply, because seconds later I was sound asleep.