by Rye Hart
He picked me up effortlessly in his arms, and I slid into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him as he carried me to his car. He dipped me down into the backseat, and I laid my head down, watching as the world spun around me. I rattled off my address and drifted in and out of sleep, but with every passing second, I could feel myself sobering up.
I was single, newly single, for the first time in eight years, and I wanted to celebrate it. I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to be a reckless single twenty-six-year-old and spread my wings and make memories I would enjoy looking back on. I wanted to erase all the arguments and all the yelling and get into the pleasurable meat of what it meant to be a twenty-something adult in this day and age.
And I wanted it with Grant.
He pulled up to my apartment complex and helped me up the steps. I was significantly soberer than when we had left the bar, but I was also more confident. I slipped my key into the lock and pushed the door open, then I gazed up into Grant’s twinkling brown eyes.
“Need help getting inside?” he asked. “Or is this where we say goodnight?”
And without another word, I threw myself at him.
Our lips collided, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I expected him to pick me up and walk me into my apartment. To press me against the wall with his taut muscles and rip my clothes off my body. My lips were undulating against his, and my tongue slid across his lips. But instead of his hands falling to my hips or his lips parting for my tongue, he stood there.
Unmoving.
I felt like an idiot. All of those swirling teenage dreams came to a grinding halt. I pulled my lips away from him and settled back down on my feet as embarrassment cascaded over my body. What the hell had I been thinking? I had clearly misread any signals I thought he’d been giving off at the bar. I looked down at my feet before I slung my purse over my shoulder, then I turned to head into my apartment.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, without turning to face him. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Are you drunk?”
His question stopped me in my tracks as I stood just inside the doorway to my apartment.
“What?” I asked.
“Are you drunk?” he repeated.
I turned and lifted my eyes to Grant’s. I could see the conflict running behind them. Was that what he was afraid of? That he was taking advantage of me?
“No,” I said. “The fresh air from the car ride sobered me up. Thank you for that, by the way. For bringing me home.”
“Okay,” he said. “And you’re welcome.”
I nodded and reached out for the door, but it crashed open and caught me off guard. Grant’s hands gripped my hips and hoisted me off my feet, then slammed my back into the wall. A gasp fell from my lips; one he swallowed as he covered his mouth with mine. My eyes fluttered closed and my legs wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his hands digging into the meat of my body.
He lifted me from the wall before he reached back and slammed my door closed. Then he placed me against it and began to tug at my clothes. His lips were electric, caressing my neck as his hands slid my dress from my body. I was panting. Moaning. Aching for him between my legs. He set me down, and I tugged his pants down his body before I pulled his cock out. It was leaking. Pulsing. Warming in the palm of my hand.
Then Grant whipped me around and pressed me to the door.
He kicked my legs apart with his own before his lips fell to my neck, nipping and sucking as his hands ran along the curves of my body. He unhooked my bra with one hand, and I allowed it to slide down my arms as he cupped my tits and caressed my nipples to engorged peaks. I could feel his hips grinding against mine. I could feel his cock sliding between my dripping pussy folds. His hands grabbed my ass and massaged my skin, then I felt one of them disappear behind me.
“Should I grab us some protection?” Grant asked.
“I’m on birth control,” I said breathlessly.
“Good,” he said hotly.
His cock sank into me from behind, and my legs gave way. His arm hooked around me and held me up as he buried every inch into my throbbing pussy. Our juices dripped, and my body shook. I was pressed between his sinewy body and the cool strength of the door. He slid in effortlessly, coating himself in my arousal before he slid back out.
Then he slammed back into me again and again, leaving me breathless against my door.
His hands gripped my hips as I reached back for his hair. I arched into him, raking my hands through his soft tendrils. He crouched down and rolled into me, piercing me to my core as a fire sparked in my toes. Electricity was buzzing through my brain, rendering me senseless as my body jumped with thrust after thrust. I stood on my tiptoes, begging him for more. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, growing and trembling and leaking deep into my body.
“Grant. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please.”
A growl emanated from his throat, and it sent goosebumps cascading down my body.
My grip on his hair tightened as he threw me over the edge into an orgasm. My body fell back into the door as my hands planted against the cool wood. I felt his hands travel up my arms, seeking out my fingers as he laced them together. He was pressed against me, my naked body against his, and his cock pumped me full of him until our intermingled juices were dripping down the inside of my thighs.
He gripped my hands tightly as his lips fell to my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses against my skin. My head fell to the side, opening up to him more as he kissed up my pulsing vein. My jaw. My cheek. The shell of my ear. I shivered against him. My body was weak against him. I was panting from the aftershocks of my pleasure, and I moaned as his cock slid from between my legs.
I collapsed, and he caught me in his bulging arms. He turned me around, and my face rose up to meet his and our lips connected again. A sweet, sensual, warming kiss that filled my body with what I’d longed to feel for so many years.
I felt cherished in the arms of my first love.
CHAPTER 8
GRANT
Her fucking curves. I couldn’t get enough of them. As she laid there in my arms, all I could think about was taking more of her. Having more of her. My cum leaking from her pussy. Her body drenched in sweat. It was all too much, and my cock throbbed to life again. I crashed my lips against hers, feeling the way her body filled the strong crevices of mine. I’d waited years for this. Years to know what she felt like. What she tasted like. What she sounded like.
And I wasn’t ready to be done with her yet.
I settled her back onto the hardwood floors of the entryway to her apartment. Her smell was intoxicating, and I could still taste her juices on the tip of my tongue. I slid down her body, feeling her panting and moaning as my lips pressed kiss after kiss to her curves. Her tits. Her engorged peaks. The smoothness of her stomach and the dip in her waist. I traced my tongue along her outline, feeling the way her body begged me for more. Pressed into my lips and shivered as her legs parted with lust.
Watching the way my cum poured out of her body made me want more.
More of her.
I gathered her in my arms as my cock rose to attention. I settled myself against her staircase and pulled her onto my body. My hand fisted her hair as her legs spread for me, straddling my aching legs as my cock pulsed to life again. Fuck. I could already feel my balls filling with more want. Filling with the need to be inside her again. Her hot pussy drenched my dick in her wetness, and her eyes were darkened with lust. Our lips crashed together, and my hand slid down her back, cupping her ass cheeks and rolling her into my cock.
I popped back into her, and she groaned against my lips.
I set a relentless pace. No longer was I going to hold back. I’d wanted this for years. To cherish her curves and feel them in the palms of my hands. My cock sank into her as her arms locked around my neck, holding onto me as I pounded up into her. The edge of the stairs were digging into my back, but her hot breath on my neck as she whimpered tossed the pain f
rom my mind. Her words were hot. Unfiltered. Needy.
And I wanted to hear all of them.
“Fuck me, Grant. Oh my gosh. You feel so good. Please. I need more. Give me more, Grant.”
Such filthy words from such an innocent woman, and my head was swirling. Her pussy was clamping down around my cock, and she shivered against my chest. She nipped and sucked at my neck, throbbing my cock against her walls with the warmth of the tip of her tongue. I buried my fingertips into her ass cheeks and slammed against her, rocking her body against me as her tits scraped my skin.
“Yes, Grant. Yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m-“
I rose up as her pussy clamped around my dick. My toes curled, and my legs shook as her body quaked against mine. Her juices slid down my balls as I picked her up, stumbling back into the door before I corrected my stance. I walked us into her living room as she grew limp against me, then fell into the couch with her body.
I pinned her arms above her head and sucked on her lower lip, dragging my teeth across her luscious pout.
Her eyes were half-hooded with pleasure, and my veins were bulging to life. My cock grew against her, prying her open as she spread her legs for me. Her thighs jiggled with each thrust as I pounded into her at lightning speed. Snapping my hips against hers and spraying my skin with our scent. Her jaw was unhinged in silent pleasure, and I caught one of her jumping tits between my teeth. I tugged playfully at it, listening as she groaned and whimpered in my wake.
I’d had years to think about this. About how I would cherish her body if I ever got the chance. And I wasn’t stopping after one or two measly orgasms. This woman had been through hell and back. I’d lost her once, and I wasn’t giving up the chance to have her underneath me. She squirmed with a delightfully scrunched-up face as her lips puckered. I could feel her pussy vibrating out of control. Her legs slid up the backs of mine as I laced our fingers together, pinning her to the couch as sweat dripped from my brow.
I planted my face into the crook of her neck, kissing and nibbling on her skin. Goosebumps rose against my lips. My nose. My forehead. She broke out in them as her body tensed. Her legs locked around me, pulling me even deeper into her. I felt her swollen clit poking out from between those soaked folds of hers. Seeking any type of friction it could. She bucked against me, raising her hips to smack against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. Theresa was wild. Raw. Full of pent-up sexual energy. That asshole ex of hers didn’t know how to treat a woman like her in bed.
But I did.
I’d known for years how I’d treat Theresa in bed.
I rutted against her, grinding into her clit as she gasped. Over and over again, while her skin reddened in front of my eyes. She shook. Bobbed. Weaved. Darted around as her hands clamped down onto mine. My knees dug into the soaked mattress as beads of sweat dripped onto her chest. I watched them roll down the valley of her tits and find their death along the sweet dip in her waist.
“Grant. I… it’s… please…”
“Cum around me, Theresa,” I said hotly. “Take what you want.”
“Grant!”
Her back arched and her legs pulled taut as my lips crashed down onto hers. I swallowed every moan. Every grunt. Every whimper of ecstasy that peeled from her throat. Her tits pressed into me and I released her hands, feeling the way she automatically clung to me. Her nails dug into my back as my arm slid underneath her body, holding her close to me. Her pussy milked my dick. Sucked every ounce of cum I had to give her again as my body quivered. I pumped into her, painting her walls with my mark as she gasped for air in the crook of my neck.
Fuck. She smelled like me. And that was the most glorious present I could’ve ever received.
I couldn’t remember falling asleep. The sun flooding through the windows of the living room woke me up. There were blankets and pillows piled up on the floor and something warm and soft in my arms. I forced my eyes open and saw Theresa tangled around me, her head against my chest and her juicy leg slung over my hips. She was smiling slightly in her sleep, and my head was pounding with the need for water.
I couldn't believe I’d done it.
I’d lost control with her. Hell, I lost all my fucking control around her. The only thing that kept the barrier between us last night had been the fact that she had been drunk. But when she kissed me, I could feel it. I knew she hadn’t been drunk then. And I also couldn’t allow her to leave my side without her knowing how much I’d wanted her.
A quick kiss, that was what it was supposed to be. But when she looked at me and told me she wasn’t drunk, the animal inside of me burst forth. Every single teenage dream. Every single fucking time I woke up and my cock was leaking because of her, and I got to indulge it. To take what had always been mine and show Theresa how a real man treated his woman.
And even though it was good—and it was crazy fucking good—I had to go. I couldn't stay here much longer because things were going to become very awkward. And the last thing I needed was Hollis asking questions about last night. I was sure as hell him and Jane had fucked, which meant he would be wondering how his sister got home last night.
And the real answer to that question was not the one I needed on the tip of my tongue.
I slid from her arms and watched her curl around the blankets. She snuggled into my pillow, and I watched her breathe in my scent. I forced myself to turn away from her. I forced myself to stop trailing my eyes along her luscious curves. I went in search of my clothes and pulled my pants on, but my heart stopped when a knock came at the door.
Fuck, was that Hollis coming to check on his sister?
I looked over at Theresa, but she didn’t move. She’d always been a heavy sleeper, so it didn’t shock me that the sound didn’t wake her. But when the knock came again, it was heavier that time.
And I knew then and there it wasn’t Hollis.
I listened as a key was slipped into the door. I zipped up my pants and reached for the doorknob, then pulled it open. Ike stood in front of me with a completely dumbfounded look on his face.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ike asked.
“None of your goddamn business. What are you doing here?” I asked.
I sized the man up, and I saw his gaze drifting over my tattoos. I stood at least five inches taller than him and outweighed him by a good sixty pounds. I could see him realize he wouldn’t be able to take me physically. Then, he opened his fucking mouth and began to yell.
“Theresa! Where the hell are you?”
“Keep your voice down, people are sleeping,” I said.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Ike said.
He tried to push past me, but his shove was like a small girl’s punch. It didn’t even move me, and his eyes were mounting with anger. I could hear Theresa shuffling around on the floor, and I looked back and saw the fear in her eyes.
Which made me even angrier.
“You little slut. Is this who you were seeing the other day?” Ike asked.
“And that’s enough of that,” I said.
I stepped back and slammed the door in the man’s face, hearing him curse as he buckled to the floor. I knew I’d caught the top of his knee in the crash and I didn’t care. I looked back and saw Theresa trying to cover herself up, searching desperately for her clothes as her eyes grew wide.
She was pulling on her dress and kicking her underwear into the kitchen as a key slid back into the lock, and I gritted my teeth as I turned back toward the door.
“I have a fucking key. You’re going to talk to me, you lying little hypocrite!”
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what the hell Theresa had ever seen in this monster.
“Let him in,” Theresa said.
I slowly panned my gaze back at her as my hand reached out to keep the door closed.
“What?” I asked.
“Let him in, Grant. I’m decent,” she said.
“I’m not letting this crazy asshole into your home,” I said.
“Technica
lly, it’s partially his home as well. He’s got a key, and he’s helping me pay part of the rent.”
“Is his name on the lease?”
“It is.”
“Still, I’m not letting him in. Not after knowing the kind of man he is.”
“It was a mistake.”
I felt my heart stop in my chest as her hands smoothed down the front of her dress.
“You have to know that, right?” Theresa asked breathlessly.
“You’re not seriously talking about last night,” I said.
“I am.”
“It wasn’t a mistake, Theresa.”
“It was. Coming to see you while I was still in a relationship was a mistake and thinking I could erase eight years of insanity with one night of sex was a mistake as well. Now let him in, Grant. This is my mess to clean up.”
I bit down on my tongue and shook my head. She couldn't be fucking serious. I glanced back at her one last time, seeing the hardened look in her eyes. She was preparing for yet another fight, and all I wanted to do was save her from it. I wanted to whisk her away and show her all the things Ike could never give her.
But I couldn't do any of that without her permission.
And I didn’t have it.
I lifted my hand from the door and Ike crashed into the apartment, falling to his hands and knees as I scooped my shirt up off the floor. Theresa was shaking as that pathetic excuse of a man scurried off the fucking floor like the rodent he was.
I grabbed my keys off the floor and looked at Theresa one last time. If I stayed any longer, my inner demons were going to strike out. I was going to punch Ike’s face until his jaw busted and his nose bled, and I didn’t want Theresa to witness that. I could see the strength in her resolve. I had to trust that somewhere, deep down, that strong teenage girl who bucked against her parents that day still existed.
So, I strode out of the apartment and slammed the door behind me.
I peeled out of her apartment complex, spitting rocks with my wheels. My mind was swimming a thousand miles a second, and I needed to find peace somewhere. I drove out of Bar Harbor and headed East, driving my way out to the coast. It was my favorite part of the area, and it always had a way of calming me when I didn’t know where else to go.
