by Adams, F. G.
The Hilton ballroom is filled with opulence, beautiful star- and moon-shaped lights strung up along the walls and ceiling covering the entire space. The tables are decorated elegantly with dark red table clothes, candles floating in a centerpiece of flowers, sand, and rocks. The DJ is playing Burn by Usher. Every single detail screams glamor, beauty, and romance.
“Penny for your thoughts, Bluebird,” Grayson interrupts my ongoing inner monologue.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. Grayson Blackwood is a magnificently created individual. The black tux he’s wearing is cut to form fit every muscle along his well-defined structure. The silver tie is loosened, and the button undone just beneath. His soft blonde curls on the top of his head wave at me, filling me with a longing to reach out and touch. Ugh, get it together, Ella, I chastise my wayward thoughts.
“Well, I was just sitting here in this magical room full of sparkling lights and wondering when I’m gonna take advantage and dance. I really need to, since we’ve already been here for an hour, but I just haven't yet,” Breathe. I’m rambling. One of the things he causes to happen when he’s around me.
Grayson reaches out his hand to me and I take it. Drawn like a moth to a flame, it can’t be helped. He leads me out onto the dance floor and circles his big arms around me. A sense of peace washes over me. It’s like there’s no one else in the room but us.
This is the greatest feeling in the world. As we’re slow dancing on the dance floor, with my arms wrapped tightly around Ella’s alluring body, I know I want more with her. She is the light to my darkness.
Nothing else matters right now. Not my father, not graduation, not even leaving to go off to West Point. It’s like a continuous dream of happiness, one I don’t want to wake up from.
“Are you enjoying yourself as much as I am, Bluebird?” I ask in hopes she won’t deny these feelings we have for each other another minute.
I look down into her exquisite blue eyes and am lost. Drowning in a swirling sea of boundless blue. Her breath hitches and tangibly, her resolve slowly weakens. So, being the man I am, I lean in close to seal the deal. Ever so gently I place featherlight kisses on both sides of her mouth, watching her eyes while the dance continues.
“You’re so beautiful, Ella,” saying her name on my lips caresses my inner animal in just the right way.
Before realizing what’s happening, Ella grabs hold of my face with both hands and crushes her lips to mine. Ecstasy! Our tongues move in sync, tasting, affirming, loving. I have to stop this before it goes too far with an audience, even though I think, Fuck, who cares what others may think. For Ella though, I have to. Softly, my lips retreat from her face to her neck and I breathe her in. Both our hearts are beating so loudly as we inhale deep, languid breaths.
“Would you like to go for a walk, Bluebird? Maybe down on the beach?” I ask, hoping she won’t say no.
I patiently wait for an answer, then she responds, “Yes, let’s get out of here.”
When her answer finally registers in my lust-filled brain, I take action, not giving Ella time to change her mind. Taking her hand, I drag her to the veranda. Outside, the moon is shining brightly against a backdrop of black water, white waves, and the sounds only the Gulf of Mexico can give. I hug her close to my body and we stand soaking in the moonlit night, taking in the surrounding beauty. My eyes drift to hers, and she’s watching me intently. I grab one more quick, intense kiss and a towel from a basket before we make our way down the path to where the ocean meets the sand.
We walk hand in hand for a while, just bathing in the moonlight, until I see a spot a little far out, so no one will see us. I lay out the huge hotel towel on the sand, thanking myself for thinking of it. Ella and I sit side by side, listening to the ocean breeze, the waves, and the peaceful, serene night.
“Thank you,” she gestures to the towel beneath us. “I couldn’t or wouldn’t have thought so quickly,” she giggles.
There it is, the beautiful sound that has my whole body standing at attention. I angle myself so that my lips touch her creamy, delicate shoulder, placing several soft kisses as I go.
“You’re welcome, Ella. Anything for you.”
The moment heats up when she peeks up at me through long, luscious lashes. It’s a look that says I want you, I need you. In a flash, my blood boils, and Mr. Big Shot wants to come out and play. But I’ve come to realize this with Ella is so much more than a game.
We have an intense connection. Our bodies mingle and intertwine as I gently lay her back. I cover her completely with mine as her legs fall open, letting me in, an invitation that she wants me as much as I want her.
Needing this moment to last forever, I begin to touch, feel, taste every part of her body that isn’t covered with my lips and hands. I pant in and out, fire licking down my back. Ella moans and I’m lost. As my hand slides up her thigh, I bite back a growl. Shit! What are you doing, Grayson? This isn’t the place to love this girl. She deserves better. Remember what Amy said.
Regaining some sense of nobility, I ask, “Would you like to go back to my room with me, Ella?”
Still gasping for air, she looks at me with those heart-warming baby blues and nods her head. Without giving her a chance to change her mind, I lift her up into my arms, carrying her back to the hotel, to my bed, forever in my heart.
Holy Hell! What am I doing? While I’m being carried back to the hotel—yes, I said carried—questions begin to assault my lust-filled brain. I know I want to be with Grayson so bad it hurts. He’s like an addiction and I’m dying for my next fix. Can this really be true? Is this just another game? Can I really do this? Give him a piece of me that no one has ever touched?
I squelch all those thoughts the moment he sets me down beside the elevator to push the button. Grayson looks at me with those beautiful amber eyes and I’m lost again. This is right, this moment, him...me…
As the elevator opens, he ushers me in, and the door begins to close. At once, he gently shoves me up against the elevator wall, caging me in.
“I’d give anything to know what you're thinking right now, Bluebird,” he says in that raspy, masculine voice I’ve grown to adore. The same voice that makes me weak in the knees and tingly in all the right places.
Talking isn’t what I want at the moment though, so I do the next best thing. I kiss him. Our kisses turn from warm to fierce in a matter of a few seconds. Not realizing the door has opened on our floor, we both turn our heads when we hear a throat clear.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” an entertained Conner asks.
Seeing the shit-eating grin that Conner displays so often, I instantly begin to blush. We’re caught; our moment is over. Without saying a word, Grayson leads me out of the elevator. As we pass by Conner, the two exchange a look and nod their heads. Not sure what that’s all about? Man code?
Grayson has his hands all over me, so forgetting all about the unspoken communication is unavoidable. He backs me into the door of his room and proceeds to pass the keycard through the designated spot.
As the lock clicks softly, the door moves to open, and I’m lifted off my feet as Grayson carries me into the room. My senses are bombarded with a multitude of things. The lights are off, but there’s a gentle glow to the room. Candles are lit all around on every sturdy surface. The sensual sounds of music play softly in the background. Rose petals are all over the floor, as well as the massive king sized bed that stands tall in the middle of the room. The sweet smell of the flowers is a balm to my otherwise chaotic body. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
As if noticing my shift, Grayson replies, “Do you like it, sweetheart?” as he places me gently down on my feet.
I’m in shock as I nod my head. He did all of this for me?
“I wanted to give you a night to remember. Something you could keep with you even when I’m far away,” he says. “I was hoping for this anyway,” he smiles sheepishly. I see his dimples in the dimly lit room.
“It’s
all magical, Grayson. I just don’t know what to say.” I finally get out of my suddenly parched throat.
“You don’t have to say anything, Ella. Just let me love you. Even if it’s just for this one special night,” he whispers. “Let me show you how much you’re wanted and what you do to me.”
Time stands still as he reaches for me, pulling me into his heavenly embrace.
Holding Ella in my arms so close is a moment forever etched in my memory. Realizing she's my zing comforts my restless soul. She's mine. Holding her gaze while Alicia Keys sings in the background "I keep on falling in and out of love..." we begin to dance the ancient movements of old. Bodies melding into one. She is soft and pliable in my arms.
Her nipples pebble through the thin silkiness of her dress, caressing my chest as my breath begins shallow pants. Not wanting this moment to end, my hands reach for her, pulling her forward, capturing her mouth. Our tongues duel for dominance, each of us fighting for air. The restlessness in my soul screams to be sated, yet I know she needs me to move slowly.
Looking into her eyes, I see the apprehension, which allows me to calm my body and focus on her. She needs this as much as I do, and knowing that helps. This isn't my first rodeo, and knowing that she is innocent brings out the alpha in me. Capturing her lips in one more aggressive move, I begin peeling off her dress. Starting with the zipper at the back, moving it down slowly as to not scare the beautiful creature standing before me. The dress pools at her feet, leaving her in a lacy black bra with a sinful matching thong and stilettos. The garments only accentuate the beauty that is Ella. Long, supple legs and curves capture my view. Clinging to my arms, she stands there in her most beautiful glory, waiting for what comes next.
"Damn Ella, you are perfect," I compliment during my assault on her body. "I can't get enough, can't touch enough of you. I need you so much."
We begin dancing, touching, feeling, loving every inch of our bodies. Mine, hers. I'm not sure where she begins or I end. She grabs my shirt and pulls it from my pants. One by one the buttons are released and her hands touch my flesh. Fumbling, she reaches for my pants and releases the zipper, brushing her hand against my now thick, hard shaft. Her movements are erratic as she drops my pants and boxers to the floor. Glancing up from her bent position, she hesitantly reaches for my cock.
"Fuck, Ella, what are you doing?" I whisper as she caresses my erection. She licks her bottom lip, and my moan fills the room. When she looks up to me for direction, I put my hand over hers, showing her what feels best. We continue to pump my dick, squeezing firmly when she leans forward and boldly licks the pre-cum from the tip. My body's in shock when she takes me into her mouth and her head bobs up and down as she gives me pleasure. She's awkward at first before she settles into a rhythm of her own. Soon, my hips begin to move, and I know this will end before it begins if I don't stop her. Not being able to take much more, I pull her up to me and crash my mouth to hers.
Standing her up, I remove her bra and begin my assault. My lips capture her neck like a thirsty man in need of a drink. Her dusty rose nipples call for me and my tongue lavishes one, while my fingers pinch and pull the other. Ella's soft moan penetrates the quietness. When her nipple is standing painfully erect, I move to the other side, giving it the same time and attention. Her hips begin moving, wanting more.
In the next moment, we're standing before each other in a most compromising position. Both of us naked. My gaze travels over her body as my hands skim over her waist, causing her flesh to pucker as I cup her pert nipples. All I can think about is taking her, claiming her as my own, as my mouth does the tango on her body. I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bed.
"I need you." It's my promise to her. Always.
Laying her down on our bed for the night, I kiss her belly button, moving downward, licking, tasting, savoring. Caught in the dance as old as time itself, I move down her body, kissing my way toward her honey. Alarmed, she begins to close her legs, holding my shoulders.
"No!" she shrieks. Crawling back up her body, I soothingly kiss her fears away and before long, she's moaning my name again. I have to get my cock in her soon! I'm about to explode without even being inside of her.
My body's on fire and it's almost bordering on pain. What's happening to me? Everywhere Grayson touches me ignites unknown feelings of immense pleasure, something I've never experienced before. My body is wanting, pleading for a release I never believed possible.
Doubts begin to enter my fog-filled brain. If we are intimate, will he still be my friend? What will happen when he leaves for college? All these thoughts rapidly fade away as he tenderly caresses my clit. Then a finger enters where no one has ever been before. Scissoring and pumping rapidly. Oh god, what's happening to me? Then I feel his tongue caressing my clit at the same time. I'm soaring. My body no longer belongs to me. It's his. Pleasure crawls up my spine, through my body, in a massive feeling of bliss. My stomach tightens and I begin to fall into mind-blowing pleasure.
"GRAYSON!" explodes from me as spasms encompass my body.
When she screams my name, the small amount of control I possess snaps. I can no longer wait to make her mine. Grabbing a condom off the nightstand, I rip it open and slide it on. Slowly maneuvering myself on top of Ella, I begin grinding my cock against her wet and slippery slit. Lubricating the condom with her cum, my dick begins probing her opening. Using my hand to guide my throbbing erection inside, I slide in and out in small short thrusts until I'm met with resistance. Her body tenses and I stop to look into her passion-filled eyes. My hands find their way to loop around her shoulders to hold her in place, and I kiss her, hoping it relays my feelings for her.
"You're mine now, Ella. You'll always be only mine," I promise as my hips draw back and push forward through her virginity. Her scream of pain fills my ears, sealing us together.
Not moving a muscle, I count to ten, giving her time to adjust to my invasion. Our panting breaths mingle and I kiss her closed eyes one at a time, nibbling and licking down her throat, behind her ear to the soft spot that makes her wanton. Building the passion back that was lost from the pain, I slip my fingers between our bodies and stroke her clit. Her hips begin to move and I slowly withdraw my throbbing cock almost all the way to only drive back into her tight, hot pussy. Her hips meet mine as our rhythm is found.
Her moans are driving me wild. My body is on a precipice of release and I need Ella with me. Finding her nipples again, I suck, licking and biting, while my fingers stroke her clit faster and our pace picks up speed. She's on the edge when I feel her body begin to tremble and once again, she's screaming my name while she milks my cock, pulling me into my orgasm with her. When I begin to collapse, my arms losing strength from the soul shattering moment we've shared, I roll us onto our sides so we’re facing each other, slipping from her body at the same time. Her eyes are closed and a satisfied grin is on her lovely face.
Moments later, I gather my strength and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I return with a warm washcloth and gently clean my girl. She's shy at first, but I won't allow her to turn away from me. We curl up together, arms and legs laced around each other. Ella’s head is perched on my hammering chest.
“Thank you, Grayson.”
“For what, Bluebird? It’s me who should be thanking you. What you just gave to me,” I pause, “changed my life forever.”
Ella snuggles back down and drifts off to sleep. I watch her for a while. I have fallen in love with Ella Anderson.
Eventually, my eyes grow heavy with sleep, and I succumb to the call. My last thoughts are of Ella. She's mine and I will take care of her. Always. That's my promise to her. My actions will speak louder than words.
As I stand at the crimson- and black-colored podium in the high school stadium, a sense of peace comes over me. This is the moment I’ve been waiting so many years for, the time I’ve been longing to come and now here it is. The colossal stadium is jam-packed full of family and friends of our graduating class of on
e hundred and twenty-one students. Wow.
I glance up to the “Blackwood” family section decorated with ‘congrats’ signs and dotted with our school colors of red, white, and black. I’m immediately humbled by such love and devotion. My entire family is here to watch me walk across the stage and accept my diploma. One of many I hope to achieve.
I gaze at the different faces I’ve known all my life, full of pride, for me. My sisters, Fallyn, Jo, Sage, and Addie, are looking down at me, tears glistening in each one of their eyes. Their families are here as well, which makes this moment even sweeter, more special. I notice my father’s face is one mixed with pride and distraction. Not gonna touch that today. My mom’s expression radiates love and hope. I catch a glimpse of my grandma, who looks identical to the rest of my family. And sitting right beside her on the end of the row is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, my Ella. My breath catches from her perfection.
I’m instantly thrown back to the night we shared together at prom. Her soft moans of pleasure, the way her body formed to mine, it was amazing. Feeling Mr. Big Shot start to grow, I tamper down those thoughts...another time. I thank the man upstairs and the graduating committee for the oversized graduation gown and smile to myself.
Ella and I have been inseparable since that night. Afterwards, it seemed a dam had burst, bringing forth all her feelings and mine. Even though there hasn’t been anything else physical between us since that night, we formed an unbreakable bond, it seemed. One forged out of love, passion, and respect. However, the downer is, my father is not happy with the situation. He complains about her using my family's wealth and status to help her dad's new business. The fact that Ella’s father is mysterious and rumors are that he is dealing drugs doesn’t help either. Ella doesn’t realize the extent of my family’s worth.
