by Tia Siren
Steam filled the room, blanketing the two of us in its heat. I leaned back and accepted Grant’s apology. And to his credit, he knew what he was doing down there. I had never been eaten like that before. He seemed to be a part of me, able to read my mind as he sucked and licked me. It was never too hard or too soft. Never too wet or dry. It was perfect.
I wanted to come all over his face. I wanted him to taste me forever. I wanted him to bathe in it. But I also wanted him to fuck me.
“Grant,” I said. Softly at first. Out of breath, I could barely speak. “Grant. I want you to fuck me.”
He pulled his head from between my thighs and looked me in the eyes. “Okay.”
As he stood up, I pulled him into me, smothering him in my kisses. Our lips locked onto one another’s. Steam from the shower filled the room. The heat and passion between us was incredible. In that moment, I forgot why I was mad at him. I forgot everything he did to me. I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me.
My hands went to his belt, undoing it. His pants dropped to the floor around his ankles. His shirt was off a second after that, and his boxers another second after that. His huge cock poked and prodded at me, already as hard as I’d ever seen it. He spread my legs and prepared to thrust into me, but I stopped him.
“No, in the shower.”
He nodded his head, taking my hand and leading me into the shower. The warm water covered the two of us as we locked into each other’s arms. His hands ran over my entire body, scratching and stroking me. My hand moved straight for his hard length, wrapping around it and squeezing it.
There was a soap pump on the wall in the shower. I pumped a dab of soap into my palm and coated his cock with it. I massaged and stroked it, keeping it hard. All the while, he kissed at my neck, my face, and my tits. His hands wrapped around my ass, pulling me into him. His cock pressed itself against my thighs. I had to feel him inside me.
I lifted my right leg up and wrapped it around his waist. As I did, my hand went back to his stiff prick and guided it into me. I gasped as his thick member plunged into me. Again, I had forgotten just how big he was.
I struggled to take him all at first, as merely his head entered me. But then, slowly, he pushed himself up and into me. My lips spread apart, and I swallowed him whole. Once he was in me, he pushed me back so I was up against the wall. Water poured down my back and onto my face. The heat was incredible.
Making sure to stay inside of me the whole time, he began to grind against me. It wasn’t hard and fast like it had been before, but soft and sensual. There were no fast movements or jerky attempts at getting himself off. He made it all about me.
In and out, in and out. He moved to my breathing, and I moaned in pleasure every time he entered me. His spare hand rubbed around my clit as he did, doing all it could to bring me to climax.
In and out he moved, his huge cock sliding as deep into me as it could. I could feel all of him, opening me up. I could feel all of him doing everything in his power to bring me to climax. And then I did.
It started in my toes. That tingling sensation. Then it moved up my legs. They began to shake as he increased his speed. He bit down onto my neck, an act which seemed to release a fire in my stomach as the sensation spread to all of my limbs.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered in his ear.
“Good,” he whispered back.
His speed increased and so did my breathing. It became fast and intense. Hard and rough. He gave me everything I needed to reach my climax. My entire body shook, my pussy clenched around his cock, my knees buckled, my stomach gave out, and my heart ached. All the while, he stayed inside of me, keeping himself there until my body stopped shaking.
It was only when I was done that he slowly, very slowly, pulled his still hard cock from me. He hadn’t orgasmed. I didn’t even think he was close. And for some reason, I was glad. This moment was all about me. This time, he was fucking me and not the other way around.
I pushed him back before turning the water off. His cock was still hard as I stepped around him, out of the shower, and toward my towel. Wordlessly, I dried myself off, only too aware of the way that he stared at me. I don’t think he was mad at me for not finishing him off, but confused. As if he had no idea what to do with himself.
“Now what?” he finally asked as I wrapped the towel around myself.
“What do you mean?” I asked back as I unlocked the bathroom door. He still stood in the shower, dripping wet.
“Do you want to stay with me tonight?”
I had never heard him sound so nervous. He reminded me of the sweet boy I knew in high school, asking out a girl who he wasn’t sure liked him back. It gave me an odd sense of power.
In truth, I would have loved nothing more than to spend the night with him. I would have loved to have wrapped myself in his arms and fallen asleep to the sound of his deep breathing. And more than that, I would have loved to have woken up in the morning, relishing in his smell, the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his body draped over mine.
But I couldn’t. Now that I was done with him and I had finally gotten mine, I remembered what he had done to me earlier that day. I still couldn’t forgive him. Not fully anyway. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to forgive him, but if forgiveness was possible, it would take time. Grant had made me work so many times to regain his trust. It had been a running theme in our relationship. And I understood his hesitation. I had betrayed him in the past and hurt him.
But this time, he’d hurt me. He’d betrayed me. If he ever hoped for there to be anything between us, it was his turn to work at regaining my trust. And that trust wouldn’t come easy after what he’d done. I needed the strength to stand firm and keep resisting him.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, opening the bathroom door. “I think you should spend the night back in your room. And me in mine.”
“And tomorrow?” he asked, still not moving.
“Tomorrow, I want to go home. Nothing has changed.” I took one more hard look at his face. Grant looked dejected and even a bit sad. He looked like an abandoned puppy, pouting at being left outside in the rain. Good. I turned and walked back into the bedroom.
I quickly got changed into my pajamas, not wanting to be naked in front of him again. Sure enough, the moment I had my clothes on, he stumbled from the bathroom, still soaking wet, his clothes scrunched up in his hand. He didn’t even bother looking at me as he made his way into his room and closed the door behind him.
I slept like a baby that night. It wasn’t just because of the sex, either. Although sleeping after sex was always easier and more relaxing. The reason I slept so well was that I finally felt like I’d reclaimed some of my power back from Grant.
He always took control of me, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing sometimes. But I’d shown him he couldn’t just treat me however he wanted and get away with it. I wasn’t a piece of trash he could kick around when he felt like being cruel. I had limits, and he had pushed those limits too far. He understood that. The steamy session in the bathroom had been entirely about me and my pleasure. Grant had been apologizing for the way he had treated me. And afterwards, I had shut him down like he had shut me down so many times in the past.
My only worry now was how he would treat me as a result of what happened. I hoped that he would be mature about everything. I hoped that maybe, he would actually tell me he was sorry in the morning, and we could begin to move on. Despite everything that had happened, I still cared about him and wanted to be with him. But on equal terms. Grant needed to respect me. If he couldn’t do that, there was no hope for our future.
Chapter 23
Grant
It was an odd sensation, being used. That was what happened. Kendra had, without a doubt, used me. It was odd that I didn’t realize it was happening until after it was done. I had gone into her bedroom to apologize. When it became clear that she wouldn’t accept my apologetic words, I decided to take matters into my o
wn hands and show her how sorry I was.
And that, she seemed to accept. As I ate her out, I thought I felt her opening up to me. I thought it was her way of accepting my apology. When she asked me to fuck her, I was sure things between us moved back to a better place. She pulled me into the shower and had me take her, and I thought we were past our problem. But that hadn’t been the case. She’d made that clear.
I had to give her credit. She knew what she was doing. The moment she came, she left me standing there in the shower, dripping wet and frustrated. She went back into her bedroom, satisfied and spent. That had humbled me. When she told me I couldn’t spend the night with her, she’d humiliated me. When I laid in bed alone, thinking about what she’d done, I felt like a fool.
I guessed we were back to our old games. Well, if that was the way she wanted to play, I was more than happy to oblige.
The next morning, Kendra walked into my room bright and early. She clearly wasn’t kidding about wanting to go home as soon as possible. I was still brushing my teeth when she barged in. I walked out from the bathroom when I heard her, my toothbrush still in my mouth.
She shot me an annoyed look and planted her hands on her hips. “Are you ready?” she asked. Behind her, I could see her bag, packed and waiting.
“What do you think,” I said through a mouthful of toothpaste. I shook my head in irritation and went back into the bathroom to finish up. I wasn’t about to let her push me around. She may have gotten the upper hand last night, but it wasn’t going to last. It was my plane after all.
“I told you I wanted to leave straight away,” she shot back at me. She didn’t follow me into the bathroom, though. Maybe she didn’t trust herself? Or maybe she didn’t trust me?
“So sorry to keep you waiting, your majesty,” I yelled back from the bathroom. I spat the toothpaste out and rinsed my mouth. “How inconsiderate of me.”
“You know what I meant.”
I strolled out of the bathroom. “Don’t worry. We’ll go in a second.”
My bags were already packed, and I was actually ready to leave. But I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of thinking that she was in charge. I chose to take my time.
I picked up my suitcase and threw it on the bed. I reopened it and meticulously looked through all my packed clothes, making sure that everything was there. I then zipped it up and followed that with a thorough search of the room. Under the bed, behind the dresser, and back in the bathroom. I looked everywhere, careful not to leave anything behind.
The entire time, I felt Kendra’s eyes staring daggers at me. Her arms were crossed, and she tapped her foot up and down. If she were physically able, I was sure that she would have been breathing fire, too.
“Okay,” I finally said, after I was sure that I had wasted enough time. “We can go—”
Just then, the phone rang. Perfect. I smiled to myself as I strolled across the room to answer it. I didn’t know who it was, but I could see that Kendra wasn’t happy about it. Just another time waster.
“Hello,” I said as I answered the phone, putting it on loudspeaker. “It’s Grant.”
“Grant, darling,” a familiar voice spoke through the phone. It was Loren Pratt. This couldn’t have gone better if I planned it.
“Loren,” I beamed, making sure to look at Kendra as I did. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“I thought you might like it,” she responded, happily.
“Like it? I love it.” I made sure to look at Kendra, who was actively avoiding my eyes. “How did you get this number?”
“Oh, I have my ways,” she said, coyly. On the one hand, it was a little odd that she had sought out the number to my hotel room and called me, rather than waiting for me to get home. Especially after what she had been telling people about the two of us being together. But on the other, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect so I was willing to let it slide.
“Well, I’m glad that you found me. So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”
“When are you going to be back in town?” she asked.
“I’m just about to head to the airport. So, I should be touching down in a few short hours.”
“Perfect!” she exclaimed. “Any chance that you are free tonight for dinner?”
Kendra was still doing all she could to not look at me. “I would love to have dinner tonight, Loren. And then maybe breakfast, too?”
“Oh, stop it, you naughty boy,” Loren giggled into the phone. Kendra gritted her teeth at the sound of it.
“How about this?” I asked. “I’ll call you once I’m back, and we can figure things out from there.”
“It’s a date,” she said, excitedly.
“That it is,” I responded. “Ciao.”
The tension in the room was so thick that I could have cut it with a knife. It seemed to hang between myself and Kendra like a blanket, threatening to suffocate us both. The dial tone of the ended call rang out through the room. I continued to look at Kendra, waiting for her reaction. I was beyond curious to see what she would do.
“Well, are we going?” she asked, casually. Too casually.
“Ready when you are,” I responded, careful not to look put off by her response. I had hoped for something a little more than that, but for some reason, she seemed totally unfazed. “Sorry you had to hear that,” I tried as I picked up my case.
“Oh, no problem,” she said in the same cool manner. She walked from my room into hers.
I followed her in, determined to get a reaction. It was childish of me, but after what had happened the previous night, I needed that. I needed to know that I still had the power to assert myself over her. I couldn’t go back to New York without knowing that she wanted me.
“That woman is so persistent,” I said, following her through the room as she picked up her own suitcase. “She won’t stop badgering me.”
“That will happen,” she said, simply.
She walked past me toward the front door, and I grabbed her by the arm. So much for subtle. It was a kneejerk reaction, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had to do something. I couldn’t let her leave that room without admitting she didn’t want me to be with another woman. I needed to hear her say it.
“Hey? Are you okay with it? With me having dinner with Loren? If you aren’t, all you have to do is tell me. Tell me not to have dinner with her, and I’ll cancel.”
“Do I really need to tell you that?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Well,” she said, biting her lip as she spoke. “I remember you telling me that your cock wasn’t for Loren. That it was just for me. Those were your words, not mine.”
“Is that what you think?” I asked, smiling to myself. I could feel the tide turning. I had her. I was sure of it.
“Am I wrong?” she asked, holding my stare. She was acting confident, too, unlike how she had in the past. It was as if she truly believed that she had full domain over my cock.
“You want it? You’re going to have to prove it.” As I said this, my hand went to my pants and slowly unzipped them. The sound of the metal fly coming undone sounded loud in the silent room.
She looked down at my open fly then back up to me. For a moment, I was sure that she would drop to her knees and take me in her mouth. I was sure that I had won the day.
But she didn’t. She looked down at my open fly for a brief second before finding my eyes again. “I don’t think so,” she said.
And that was that. Without another word, she turned and walked from the room. As she opened the door, the butler was outside waiting dutifully. She handed him her suitcase and strolled down the hallway and out of view. The butler, seeing my open fly, raised an eyebrow at me before following Kendra.
I remained where I was for a moment, fly undone, suitcase in my hand. I really had no idea what to make of what had just happened. Who had won that exchange? I liked to think that it was me. I was sure that I had gotten under her skin with the call from Loren. But her rejection of me, so
cold and unforgiving, had put her back in a position of power. I didn’t want to think about it. Things between us were always so damn confusing.
I followed her down the hallway and to the elevator. By the time I got there, she was already gone. When I reached the private car outside, she was already in it. We rode to the airport in silence, we boarded the plane in silence, and we flew back to New York in silence.
When we landed, she called a cab. She barely offered me a wave before climbing in and taking off. I was sure that she still cared and that it was all an act to try and throw me off my game. But actually, I wasn’t so sure. Even at her worst, she’d never been this cold and unresponsive before.
I hadn’t been able to get a rise out of her, even though I’d given her ample opportunity. The call from Loren should have had her fuming, but she acted like she didn’t give a shit. When I suggested that she suck my cock, it was the perfect chance for her to lay into me. Or at least, she could have shown some kind of reaction. Amusement, disgust, annoyance, she had a million possible responses to an unwelcome request for a blowjob. And I would have taken any of those reactions as a positive sign.
But she gave me nothing. She just walked away. Someone once told me that the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. I never quite understood what that meant until now. For someone to hate you, they still had to care about you in some form or fashion. They had to care enough to feel that emotion, negative as it may be. But if they didn’t care about you at all, then they were simply indifferent. They didn’t give a shit about you. That’s how Kendra had been acting. It bothered me more than if she’d screamed at me and hit me.
