“Jesus, you are in a hurry, aren’t you?” I grin.
“I’m hungry,” he says.
I take his cock in my hand and whisper, “So am I,” before getting to my knees in front of him. “Thank God there’s carpet,” I joke before taking him into my mouth.
Looking up at him, I hollow out my cheeks and suck deliciously on it, loving the way his mouth parts and his eyes narrow with pleasure the further down I go. He’s way too big for me to deep throat, but a girl can have fun trying, can’t she?
“I love your mouth,” he growls.
“I love that you love my mouth,” I lick, gliding my tongue up and down his velvety shaft. My mouth is already watering at the prospect of being filled with his sperm, and I dip lower to take his balls between my lips, sucking and tugging on the soft skin.
“Jesus, Raven, that feels amazing.”
“I like your balls,” I smile. “They’re so…delicate.”
Flicking my tongue back up to the crown, I swirl it around the swollen head. He’s hard as stone and I can already taste the pre-come oozing out the tip.
“Show me your tits,” he asks.
“Mr. Huffman,” I slap his thigh. “So naughty.”
“You know I’ve been dying to fuck them, right?”
I peel off the spaghetti straps of my sundress, slipping my arms through them. I pull it down and unclip my bra from the front. My breasts spill out in all their double D glory, and Grant immediately reaches for them, leaning forward as I arch my back. His strong hands massage them with care, kneading my flesh in such a way that sends shivers up my thighs.
“These are spectacular,” he marvels.
His mouth closes around my left nipple and he suckles it with care. Fisting his hair in my hand, I press him against me and cry out at the pleasurable sensation, urging him to suck harder. He doesn’t disappoint, doing as I ask before moving on to the next nipple while I reach between his legs and jerk his cock with purpose.
Leaning back, Grant has a shit-eating grin on his face as I reposition myself in front of him, holding my tits close to his cock.
“Look at you,” I tease. “Like a kid in a candy store.”
“Best damn candy I’ve ever had, that’s for sure.”
I laugh, and wrap my breasts around his shaft, which completely disappears in my cleavage. The feel of his hot skin against me is indescribable, and judging by the way he moans as I slide him up and down between my fleshy folds, he’s enjoying the feeling just as much as I am.
“Let me,” he pleads, reaching down to cup my breasts.
I give way to his commands, and he squeezes them tighter around himself, making sure he’s nice and snug before rolling his hips up and down. His crown disappears and reappears out the top again and again, and I look down, allowing a dribble of saliva to coat the both of us so he can glide that much easier between them.
“You like those titties?” I urge. “You like fucking them?”
“God yes,” he pants, bucking his hips faster. “So fucking good.”
“That’s it, keep going, Mr. Huffman.”
He gasps at the mention of his business name while I play the role of naughty assistant, because that’s how he makes me feel. I don’t mind one little bit, because being naughty with him feels like heaven.
As Grant continues to fuck my tits, I stare at him, watching his expressions while feeling an overwhelming sense of pride at being here with him. This man can have any woman in the world he wants, but somehow I’m the one down on my knees for him. It fills me with confidence, because up until this moment, I never really realized how much I needed to be wanted. It’s a feeling I never want to let go of.
“Suck it,” he commands.
“Are you going to come?”
“Soon,” he promises.
I release his cock from the confines of my breasts and dip down to take him back in my mouth. His throbbing manhood twitches the harder I suck, and I reach down to massage his glorious balls. Grant’s breathing becomes more labored and I know it won’t be long now. After a few more pumps he grunts and releases into me, and I wrap my lips as tight as I can around the shaft, not wanting to waste a drop. His cum fills my mouth and I swallow it down with tiny mews of approval at the taste, staring up into his eyes as he looks down on me with an expression of awe on his face.
“No one can make me come like you can,” he grins.
I swallow what’s left, my eyes smiling back up at him, and pop him out of my mouth, stroking it a few more times before he begins to soften.
“Keep that up and we’ll definitely be late for lunch,” he says.
“No thanks,” I say, smacking my lips together. “I’ve already eaten. Let’s skip to desert.”
“You’re so bad,” Grant laughs, drawing me in for a kiss.
Warmth spreads through me as his lips fall over mine, because being bad with him has never felt so right.
I fork the remainder of my flounder into my mouth and groan, savoring the flavor. “You weren’t kidding,” I say for the umpteenth time, “this fish is really good.”
Grant takes a sip of sweet tea as Tito and Frankie nod their agreement, polishing off their own meals with gusto.
“I’m just glad you guys like it,” Grant says.
“Are you kidding?” Tito says excitedly. “If we never eat anywhere else while we’re here, I won’t care. This is so good.”
“Frankie?” Grant asks.
“Can’t talk. Eating,” he mumbles, shoving a forkful of fish into his mouth.
We all laugh, and I place a hand on Grant’s knee, rubbing gently while looking at him and sighing. This is truly the happiest I’ve felt in a long time, and I hope he knows that.
His hand covers mine and he gives it a squeeze, like he understands what I’m feeling.
My heart bursts with joy at being connected to him like that. We’ve only known each other a short time but already I can feel that spark between us becoming something more. A raging fire, perhaps, filled with the flames of passion and smoke of commitment, because right now, he’s all I’m committed to.
It helps that the sex is good, too.
Unbelievably good.
Finishing up our lunches, we make our way out of the restaurant with the promise to return. The humidity hits all four of us as Grant and I both put on our sunglasses. All around are bald cypress tress dripping with Spanish moss, and a few palm trees—which I’d never seen before. I stare up at one, thinking how amazing my life has become in just a few weeks. I take Grant’s hand in mine and smile whimsically to myself, catching Tito’s eye as he gives me a wink.
He’s happy, too. Since arriving, he and Frankie are already getting along better, seemingly content with leaving the wedding stuff alone for now. They take each other’s hands and walk ahead of us, and I nudge Grant playfully. He grins, the both of us looking at the two men who will spend the rest of their lives together.
Marriage. I wonder how Grant feels about that?
“Beach access is just down the road,” he calls ahead. “I’m going to take Raven for a walk, if that’s all right with you guys.”
Tito turns and says, “Not a problem. We’re going to head back to the house for a little R and R. Between the plane ride, the car ride, and having a stomach full of food, I’m bushed. It’s time for a nap.”
“I’ll bet it is,” I tease.
He wiggles his eyebrows, slapping Frankie on the butt before their pace quickens, leaving Grant and me to turn down a little side road that soon gives way to a sandy beach. The Atlantic Ocean, stretching for as far as the eye can see, is calm. Waves saunter aimlessly up to the shore, dribbling over the sand. There aren’t a lot of people around, which is nice. It makes it feel like we have the whole beach to ourselves.
I take off my sandals and dip my toe in the water. “Cold,” I giggle.
“It takes some getting used to,” Grant says, removing his boat shoes. He drops them to the sand, takes mine, and does the same. Then he takes my h
and and we start walking away down the shoreline.
“Won’t someone take our shoes?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nope. That’s the best thing about this place. It’s not a tourist dump. Locals know better. Tourists? Not so much.”
‘Is that why you have property here?”
“Mostly. No paparazzi, either. I have those houses purchased through a dummy corporation, so they can’t be tied back to me which means no one knows they’re here. It helps that it’s gorgeous, too.”
“It really is,” I sigh, placing my head on his arm as we walk.
We walk for a while, enjoying one another’s company. The silence between us is comforting, without a trace of awkwardness, and the more I think about it the more I believe it impossible to feel that way in his presence. Grant makes me feel special, treating me the way a man should treat a woman: with respect, politeness, and a filthy mouth that knows how to turn me on. Just the way I like it.
A bird up ahead on the sand calls out, making one of the most amusing sounds I’ve ever heard. Laughing, I ask, “What is that?”
Grant grins. “It’s known as a laughing gull. They’re pretty common around here. You can always find them on the beaches scavenging for fish that swim too close to the surface of the water.”
“Knock knock,” I chuckle.
“What?”
“Knock knock. C’mon, it’s a joke.”
“Who’s there?”
“Little old lady.”
“Little old lady who?”
“I didn’t know you could yodel.”
On cue, the gull starts its laughing call, making me sound like the funniest person in the world. I crack up, unable to contain how delighted I am by such a creature. “I should do stand-up comedy,” I cry out, releasing Grant’s hand to clutch my stomach. He looks on, a fancy grin on his face as he watches me lose it. I drop to one knee and the bird takes flight, startled by my sudden movements. I keep laughing. Howling, actually, and when I look at Grant and see the way he’s looking at me—with his eyebrow raised and a boyish smirk plastered on his face—it makes me laugh until tears are spilling down my cheeks and it feels like I might upchuck my lunch.
“Oh God,” I heave. “I haven’t done that in a while.”
Grant crouches down, brushing stray stands of hair from my face. His efforts are futile, as a nice breeze has kicked up from the ocean, blowing it back over my eyes as he looks on, smile fading, eyes turning serene.
“What?” I blush, feeling humbled by the way he admires me.
“I love you,” he says, his words being carried past my ears and away on the wind.
I blink. My head isn’t sure what I just heard, but my heart knows, and its pace quickens causing my lungs to inflate with a sharp breath of ocean air as goosebumps break out all over my body.
The way he looks at me—the way his gaze is focused yet content—I know he’s serious. It’s crazy, but he’s serious, and I have no idea how to respond because in my entire life no words have ever held such meaning before. It’s not the first time someone’s told me that, but it is the first time I’m allowing myself to really hear it, and before I can get all choked up I rise to my knees and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Knock knock?”
“Who’s there?”
“Al,” I grin, tilting my head and bringing my lips closer to his.
“Al who?”
“Al give you a kiss if you open the door.”
Grant draws me in, his breath crashing over me like the ocean waves we’re silhouetted against. He trembles beneath my touch, visibly nervous yet relieved that I was so receptive to his confession. As his lips brush against mine I pull him closer still, holding him tight before resting my chin on his shoulder in an embrace that says what I hope it will say, because I can’t bring myself to utter the words.
Not yet.
- 19 -
Grant
Life is all about risks. I didn’t get where I am today without taking a few, but telling Raven I love her was the biggest risk of all.
It felt like the right thing to do, in that moment, with her hair laying whimsically across her face, the ocean breeze blowing all around us. It felt…perfect, and though she didn’t say it back to me, I can tell by the way her heart beats fast against my chest she’s feeling something, and for now I’m good with that.
“C’mon,” I say, “let’s go grab our shoes and head back. Maybe we can sneak in a nap, because I have a feeling we’re going to be up all night.”
“You know they’re not really napping, right?” she says, referring to Tito and Frankie, who by now are probably naked in my beach house.
“I know,” I wink. “But I am kinda tired, and you know what would be nice? Falling asleep next to you. Just the two of us, cuddling.”
“That would be nice,” she beams.
I guide Raven to her feet and we walk hand in hand down the beach. The laughing gull is back, swooping down to pick a small bluefish out of the water. It flies into the air, gobbling down its catch, as I savor the feeling of the sand between my toes. I’ve been working so hard lately I sometimes forget what it’s like to just stop and catch up with the rest of the world. Thankfully Raven’s helping a lot with my perspective on things, and I find myself taking a deep, soothing breath while a couple of guys in swim trunks pass us by.
“Nice tits,” one of them quips to Raven.
My steps falter as my mood instantly shifts. I go from being completely content with the world and everything in it, to seeing things through a red film that’s been draped over my eyes.
Noting the dark cloud passing over my face, Raven squeezes my hand tighter, whispering, “Let it go,” under her breath.
But I can’t let it go. I can’t let someone get away with disrespecting her like that. Not now. Not ever.
“Hey,” I shout, turning around.
The guy who made the remark stops, and both he and his buddy spin to face me. There’s a sly what are you gonna do about it smirk on his face as he holds out his arms, begging me forward for a fight.
I approach nonchalantly, arms hanging loose at my side, though my eyes are blazing with the intent to protect the woman I love.
“What?” he says the closer I come. He’s wearing swim trunks that look to be about two sizes too small for his ‘roided up frame, but I’m not intimidated in the least.
I may not be as big as he is, but that’s to my advantage.
“Grant, c’mon,” Raven pleads.
“Yeah, Grant,” he scoffs. “Do what the lady with the nice titties sa—”
I haul off and hit him in the face unexpectedly. I move fast, snapping my arm and clenching my fist all in one motion. The blow connects with his eye socket, sending him sprawling back to trip over his own feet and go crashing to the sand.
“Grant!” Raven yells, but it’s too late.
I hop on top of him and begin reigning down blows to his face, his neck, his collarbone. My fists are on fire and from behind I can feel his friend grab me by the shoulder, but I violently shrug him off and turn around to smack him as well.
One punch to the jaw knocks him out cold.
And then I’m on the other guy again. His nose is bleeding, his eye is swollen shut, and from behind me I can hear Raven screaming and shouting for me to stop but no one—not anybody—looks at my girl the way this guy did and gets away with it.
“Motherfucker,” I scream. “You don’t say anything about her ever again.”
Smack!
“You don’t look at her!”
Punch!
“You don’t talk to her!”
Crack!
“You don’t even think about her!”
I feel another hand on my shoulder and thinking it’s the other guy coming to his senses, I instinctively turn to shove him away, and find myself shoving Raven as hard as I can. She falls, wincing as she hits the ground. She looks up at me with a horrified expression and immediately the air is sucked from my lungs. I st
ep forward, my legs Frankenstein-like as I stumble, falling to my knees. She scrambles back like a crab as I reach out for her, and for the first time I notice the blood on my knuckles.
“Raven,” I whisper, feeling a dull ache pound at my temples as the surge of adrenaline begins to subside.
“No,” she says, shaking her head and scrambling to her feet.
She runs from me, snatching her shoes before taking off in the direction of the beach house.
She runs.
From me.
I look regretfully back over my shoulder at the man I pummeled to honor her, and the next time I lash out, it’s at the sand rather than his face.
“Raven?” I call out, bursting through the door of the beach house. “Raven?”
I search high and low for her presence. She’s nowhere to be found. Not in the kitchen, the living room, or any of the upstairs bedrooms. Sweat pours off me the harder I run through the house, realizing that of course she’s not here. Why would she be?
I scramble out the door and head across the lot to the other house. Banging on the door for a minute, Tito eventually answers it dressed in nothing but a towel. He looks me up and down, his eyes wide from seeing the disheveled state I’m in and the blood and sand drying on my knuckles.
“What the fuck happened to you?” he asks. “Where’s Raven?”
“She’s not here?”
He shakes his head and I see Frankie emerge from the kitchen. “What’s going on?”
I brush past Tito, feeling frantic as the memory of what I did plays over and over in my mind. Shoving Raven, seeing the look of terror on her face. God, I put that there. I have to make it right.
“There was a fight,” I say, relaying what happened to her two best friends. I don’t sugarcoat it. I tell them what I did, and how it’s tearing me apart inside.
Tito whistles. “Damn, man. All that because a guy complimented her breasts?”
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