by Frankie Love
“You think he’d be interested in me?”
“Yeah, Mila.” Grady leans close, holding my gaze, and I can’t help the heat that starts in my core and races through my whole body. “I know he would. But guys like him want one thing.”
“Sex.”
Grady’s expression hardens and his jaw clenches. “Yeah, sex. Is that what you want? Just sex?”
No. I want so much more. But yeah, I want sex too. I’ve been content with my vibrator, and I’ve become pretty good at pleasing myself. But I want more. Need more. To feel a man’s touch. His lips on mine. His hard cock filling me.
“Yes,” I finally answer.
Grady inhales through his nostrils, his pupils dark, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. His gaze is so intense, making my thoughts go places it shouldn’t that I have to look away.
I’ve fantasized about Grady more times than I can count. Imagined those large hands on my body, his mouth exploring every inch of me. But he’s never looked at me the way he is now.
I need to force the thought of him touching me, kissing me, tasting me, away. So I bring my attention back to Brad. He doesn’t stir the same emotions in me that Grady does, but he’s also not one of my best friends.
“I just wish I knew what I was doing,” I say, sighing. “I mean I’ve watched...videos, but...”
“You’ve watched porn?” Grady says, voice low and gritty.
I shrug. “How else am I supposed to learn?”
“Maybe you just need a good teacher.” His hand rests on the back of my neck, and his thumb strokes my jaw.
I laugh, but from the look he gives me he’s not joking. “You mean...” I swallow. “You?”
He smirks at me, not pulling his gaze away, and I swear the room is now sweltering. “Why not?”
“Because...you’re...I mean, we’re...” My body screams, yes, yes, yes. But my head and heart warn me that we’re treading down a very dangerous path. “We’re friends.”
His shoulders lift and fall, and his hand still rests on the back of my neck. “Who better to teach you?” He gives me a cocky grin. “We’ll call it Booty Camp.”
My mouth opens then closes as every fantasy I’ve ever had of Grady runs like a movie reel in my head.
This is a bad idea. And yet it seems so right.
There’s no one in the world I trust more than him. And I’m comfortable around him. Not to mention my body turns to liquid heat every time he touches me.
And what about your heart?
“Sex with no strings,” I say, trying to convince myself that I can keep my emotions out of it. “You think...I mean...you’d be willing to teach me?”
I swear a growl rumbles from his throat. “Yes, Mila, I’m more than willing to teach you everything I know.”
“Okay.”
One dark brow raises. “Okay?”
I nod. “So what now?” My whole body is tingling with anticipation, and an ache has formed in my core. I want all the things his gaze promises - now. “Do we go back to your place, or...”
He chuckles, and lowers his face to mine, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath, almost taste his kiss. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. I’m flying to Miami, you can come with me.”
“Miami?”
“Two days of Booty Camp.” He winks, then pulls back. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never need to watch porn again.”
“Oh yeah, and why’s that?” I ask, my body hot and awake.
He grins, cocky yet so damn cute. “Because the memories we’re about to create will be forever imprinted on your mind, Mila Crawford.”
Chapter Three
Grady
I could tell Mila was nervous when I picked her up today. And I admit, I questioned myself all night if this was the best idea. Not that I have any doubts that I want her. But I know Mila deserves so much more than a weekend booty camp. Especially for her first time.
But hell if I’m going to sit back and let her give Brad Hansell her V-card.
“How was the flight?” I ask her, taking her carry-on, while we walk through Miami International Airport.
“I’ve never flown first class before. I could get used to it.”
Only the best for her. She has no idea that I booked us a suite at the Ritz-Carlton. And I can’t wait to see her reaction when she sees the view of the ocean from the balcony.
Her phone buzzes and I see her frown as she texts back.
“Everything alright?” I ask.
“Um...yeah.” She winces when she looks up at me. “It’s just Kendall. She’s asking if I can hang out later today.”
I raise a brow. “You didn’t tell her you’re with me?”
She gives a nervous laugh. “No.” Then her eyes widen. “Did you?”
“No.”
“Good.” Relief crosses her face. “I think we should keep this between us.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say, even though there’s a part of me that isn’t satisfied with that.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Her eyes are bright when she says, “Brad gave me his number last night.”
“What? When?”
“I think you were talking to your parents and he came over.” She chews on her bottom lip. “He took my phone and put his number in, told me to text him.”
“And did you?”
“Not yet.” She lets out a shaky breath. “I mean, what do I even say?”
To fuck the hell off.
I rub the back of my neck and try not to let the jealousy I’m feeling burn a hole in my gut. “I don’t know, Mila.”
“Come on.” She nudges my arm as we exit the airport and I hail us a cab. “You’re an expert at this. And that’s why we’re here, right? So you can teach me.”
My back teeth clenched so hard I’m surprised they don’t crack. “He gave you his number, which means he’s interested. Wait a day or two, before texting him or he’ll think you’re an easy lay.”
I open the door of the cab that stops in front of us, and motion for her to get in. Her strawberry blonde hair swishes as she slides into the seat and I sit beside her. “The Ritz,” I tell the driver and Mila lifts her eyebrows.
“You always stay places so fancy on your layovers?”
I squeeze her bare knee. Her sundress shows the perfect amount of skin. “No, but I wanted tonight to be special.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she twists her lips. Taking my hand, she kisses my cheek. “Thanks Grady. You’re the best friend.”
My cock twitches with annoyance. I lace our fingers, wondering how the fuck to get out of the friend-zone. Truth is, I’ve just had casual sex before. Not sex with a woman who I truly care about, on a deep level. Mila’s sensitive, soft - she needs to feel safe if she wants tonight to end on the high note she is craving.
“This weekend, let’s put aside our friendship. Let’s act like we’re together,” I say. “It might make things less awkward.”
“You want me to pretend I’m your girlfriend?” She licks her lips as I run my thumb over her skin.
“Yes.”
“And what would your girlfriend do, right now, in this cab?”
I smile, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, then pulling her mouth to mine. Hand on her cheek, eyes locked, I tell her, “You’d kiss me back.”
When our lips meet, it’s like the exhale to a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Her lips are as sweet as I imagined and when they part, our tongues entwine. I run my hand over her hair, drawing her closer and her fingers press against my chest.
When the cabbie pulls the car to a stop, we pull apart, breathless.
“Was that okay?” she asks.
“It was perfect,” I tell her, getting out of the car and using my carry-on bag to cover my groin. I haven’t had such a hard-on in years.
I watch as Mila takes in the lobby, her lips swollen and her eyes bright. She stands at my side as I check in and the hostess asks if my wife would like a room key as well.
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bsp; “Of course,” I say as she hands us our room keys.
“Please let us know if you need anything, and enjoy your honeymoon stay, Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.”
In the elevator, she shoves me playfully. “Mrs.? I thought I was pretending to be your girlfriend, not your wife.”
I chuckle, grabbing her wrists, pushing her gently against the wall of the elevator. “I needed you in the honeymoon suite,” I tell her.
“And why is that?” she asks, my lips are so damn close to hers.
“I wanted you to be spoiled tonight. There’s a hot tub on the suite’s balcony.”
Her hands are on my chest, and I can feel her heat, her excitement. “Why are you doing all this?”
“I’m trying to give you a good Booty Camp, that’s all,” I tell her as the elevator doors open. I wish I could say I’m doing this because Mila is a virgin and deserves her first time to be perfect, to be tender and sweet and something she can look back on fondly. Because I don’t want her fucking Brad Hansell. Because I want her fucking me.
Only me.
When she enters the suite, she immediately runs to the balcony and takes in the sweeping view of the white sand beach and dazzling turquoise ocean. “This is too much, Grady,” she says. “I’ve never been somewhere so fancy.”
“I like treating you. We’ve been friends for years, yet you’ve never once taken me up on using one of my buddy passes.”
She runs her hand over the railing, looking over at me. “I never really took a trip growing up. Things were always tight. And so it makes me a little nervous, honestly, the idea of traveling alone...it’s a bit intimidating.”
“I wish I had realized that, Mila. I’d have gone somewhere with you.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t like cramping people’s style...especially not yours.”
I step toward her, my arms wrapping around her. “You could never cramp my style.”
She smiles, her eyes twinkling. “You’re only saying that because for this weekend I’m your wife.”
I chuckle, and I play with those two words, rolling them over my tongue, “My wife.” I pull her closer, my hand running down to her ass. “I like the sound of that.”
She lets her head drop back as she laughs. “Wow, is Grady the famous Lake City bachelor talking about getting hitched? Kendall would faint if she heard you talk like that.”
“Is the idea that crazy?” I ask, holding her gaze, feeling the electricity between us.
She lifts her chin, her eyes on mine. “Maybe not.”
I kiss her again, this time it’s harder. Deeper. Less about make-believe and more about my desire, my need to be with her. Now.
Chapter Four
Mila
The kiss makes me dizzy...and excited. If Grady’s mouth feels this good, what will his cock feel like? As he drags his hands over my back, down my ass, I feel his thickness press against my belly. A small moan rumbles in my throat. Okay, so that is how it will feel. Just multiply that by about one thousand.
My vibrator was a trusty friend for a long time, but tonight, that changes. Tonight, I am Grady’s student and I’m hoping he will teach me everything he knows.
For a moment there, while I was in the airplane, I was wondering how we could cross the giant friend-zone chasm and get to this. The kissing and touching and...the fucking.
But as Grady lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and he carries me into the hotel room, I realize my wonderings were for naught.
Grady offered me the Booty Call because he knows how to do this. How to give it. And I’ve never been so excited to learn.
And yes, a major factor is the fact that it’s Grady doing the teaching.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Would you ask your girlfriend that?” I ask, playfully, my fingers tugging at his shirt.
He stills. “Of course I would. I would never want you to do this if you weren’t one hundred percent sure.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I was just being silly. I do want this, Grady. Really badly.”
He smiles, setting me down on the massive California King. “Good. Because it’s happening...now.”
“Now?” I ask as he tugs off his tie and suit coat. He begins to undress at a speed I wasn't expecting and with each item of clothing he discards, my body begins to hum with excitement.
“You look scared,” he says, his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers.
“I’m not scared just...” I lick my lips, then bury my face in my hands. “I’ve never seen a guy’s junk before.”
“Never?”
I shake my head. “Not in real life. Porn is one thing, but...”
He walks toward me, this time a gentle smile tugging on his lips. “Let’s take this slower.” He cups my cheeks with his hands and kisses me softly as I stand. “I’ll undress you inch by inch. That sound good?” he asks, his fingers pulling up the hem of my sundress.
I swallow, looking for the right words. Any words. In truth, this moment feels surreal. Too good to be true. Perfect. His fingers run over my thigh, the dress lifts and my tongue flicks out across my bottom lip.
“I’ll take that lip-licking as a yes,” he says, grinning.
I close my eyes, savoring the moment when Grady Callahan tosses my dress aside.
I’m nervous to see his face, to read his eyes. I want him to like what he sees...but he has seen so many women. Doubt fills my heart as I consider the bra and panty set I chose for today. For our Booty Camp. Pale pink lace with a demi cup and a simple thong that just barely covers my pussy.
“Fuck, Mila,” he groans, stepping back. “You look—”
“What?” I ask, knowing how needy I sound. But it’s Grady here with me. One of my closest friends - a man who never fakes it, he gives it straight, always. He’s the real deal if there ever was one and that’s why I want him to like what he sees.
Grady runs his hand over my breasts, cupping them, his breathing shallow. His thumb runs over my bottom lip. “Look at me, Mila.”
I blink, nervous and needy. His eyes are on mine and I’m sure he can hear my pounding heart. God, I want him.
“You’re beautiful, Mila Crawford.” I try to shake my head, to minimize his words. He won’t let me. “I mean it, you are.”
I smile, believing Grady because he’s a man I can trust. He has never given me reason to doubt him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, my playful words crack, revealing that this moment really is a big deal for me.
“And you’re really turning me on,” he says. My cheeks burn and he takes my hand. “You want to feel how hard you make me, Mila?”
My core burns bright as he presses my hand to his covered cock. It’s firm, hard and long. I may be a virgin, but I’ve practiced plenty of times with a hot pink rabbit, a BOB, a dildo that never quite delivered what the packaging promised.
But Grady’s cock is different. There is no battery, no extension cord, no suctioning to a plastic chair. No. When I ride Grady, I won’t need to close my eyes and try to visualize a lover.
When I am with Grady, my fantasy will be right here, with me. Taking me to the edge I’ve always dreamt about.
“You feel so thick,” I whimper.
“You like that?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ear, breathing hot air against it.
I whimper, “So much.”
“See, nothing to be scared of.” He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. I suck in my breath as he tosses the pink lace aside. “Fuck, your tits are so damn cute.”
I twist my lips. “You mean it?”
But the answer is found in the way he dips his head, his tongue swirling around my hard nipple, the way his big palm massages them hungrily.
It gives me confidence, and I reach under his boxers. Stroking his big, thick cock gets me excited, and when Grady’s hands run down my belly, over my thonged pussy, I moan. My core lights up, and my thong is immediately soaked. I’m so wet for him and he knows it. I can feel the way he touches m
e that he loves it. His big cock hardens, thick ridges telling me that he is as invested in this moment as I am.
“Damn,” he groans, his fingers rubbing my pussy, slipping my thong to the side so he can touch all of me. I let him. Grady drags me to the bed, and I lean back as he lowers himself to the floor, on his knees, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to kiss you now, Mila. Understood?”
I whimper my yes. Or maybe it’s a pant. A plea. I’m not above begging.
My pussy is wet, and his breath is hot and when he slides my thong over my hips, past my ankles, to the floor, I let out a giant sigh of relief.
Grady dips his head between my thighs and runs his tongue over my bare slit.
“Ohhh,” I moan, the pleasure so real. I’ve been dreaming of this moment my entire life. Now it is here. Grady’s tongue licks me, circles my clit, sucks hard against my wetness.
He squeezes my thighs as he adds a finger to my opening, fingering me so softly. I’m so aware of the fact that every hair on my body is standing on end, that an electric current of desire is pulsing through my core. My toes curl and my breath is shallow, and god, it’s unbearable.
He adds a second finger, flicking my clit and making me moan, my fingers fist the sheets and my back arches and...oh god. This is it.
“Oh, Grady, oh, oh, yes,” I cry, the relief intoxicating. But the orgasm that rips through me doesn’t quench anything - it only makes my pussy ache for more.
So.
Much.
More.
“I need you,” I tell him as he kisses my folds, as his tongue runs along my skin, my belly, my breasts.
He’s taking his time. But I want him inside of me now. It’s more than a want. It’s a need. A desperate, hungry need that’s consuming, making my head dizzy and my knees weak.
“Grady, please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m really asking for.
But he knows. I can see it in his eyes as he leans over me, pulling me back further on the bed. My head rests on a pillow, his elbows on either side of me, pinning me in. His cock is hard against my belly and my pussy is wet and willing. Ready to take him.
