by Timms, Lexy
He pushed me into the attic wall as my head fell off to the side. His leg parted mine, grinding his knee into my sweating pussy. The wind filtering in from outside wrapped around our bodies as his hands fisted his shirt. He pulled it over his head, breaking our kiss just long enough for me to get a glimpse of him.
A glimpse of that beautiful torso I’d seen the very first night I’d encountered him.
Sweat dripped down our bodies as he peeled my clothes away. Ripped my shorts down and tore my panties clear away from my body. I gasped at his attack. Squealed at the way he ripped my shirt over my head. At the way his lips devoured my neck. He licked at my droplets of sweat and followed them beneath my shirt as he slid it above my head. We stripped one another down, quick and torrid as we filled the attic with our heat. Surrounded by dusty boxes with only the flickering bulb and the moon to guide our way. His tongue traced my tits. Dipped between my breasts and wrapped around my engorged nipples. I reached down and grabbed his cock, pumping him and feeling his thick precum land into the palm of my hand.
Shock rolled through my system as he fisted my thighs. He lifted me up and pinned me against the wall, sliding his hands up and down my body. Shivers ran along my arms. My thighs tightened around his tapered waist. His lips crashed against mine as his hands gripped my ass, and the strength of his body pinned me so deep into the wall I thought we would fall through it.
But I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself. There was no going back, and I didn’t want to. As his cock twitched against my ass and my hands slid down his rock hard back, I gasped for air and lapped at the divots in his collarbone.
“Gray. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Then without warning, he slid his cock into my body. Flooding me with white hot pleasure that blurred my vision and burst colors behind the backs of my eyelids.
He was thick. Long. Pulsing with want and engorged with a desire to be close to me. And as his forehead fell to mine and his hips began to roll, all I could do was cling to him.
Because I was helpless to Grayson.
I was helpless against his attack. The attack I’d been dreaming off since I met him.
Chapter 17
Grayson
I pounded into her, shoving my cock into her vibrating depths. The tightness. The warmth. The smell that poured from her body. Damn. She was better than I ever could have dreamed. Her legs tightened around me and I felt her thighs mold to my body. I felt her hands stroke through my hair as my chest pressed against her glorious tits. I’d wanted to touch them that first night. Wrap my lips around them and show them the attention they deserved.
And now, I could.
I released her lips as I snapped my hips against hers, feeling her tits bounce in my face. Against my body. Filling the divots of the muscles that had carried me to my first half a billion. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and buried my fingers into her pliable thighs, groaning as her gasps filled the attic. Sweat poured down our bodies. It dripped off the tendrils of my hair and fell down the deep valley of her voluptuous breasts. I felt her pussy throbbing. Pulsing. Milking my cock as her body unraveled against me.
The way she shook. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“Gray. Yes!”
Her tits arched deeper into my face and I grinned. Her pussy sucked my dick down, swallowing it with each pulse it gave me. Holy fuck, she felt amazing. Her tight pussy gushed juices down my balls until it dripped along the inside of my thighs. Her body jolted. Electricity shot down my back. I hoisted her higher against the wall, pressing her deep as my hands unwound her arms from my neck.
Then I threaded our fingers together and pinned them above her head.
Her dazzling green eyes were half-hooded in the pleasure my body dealt her. I snapped against her, watching her move up the wall before I released her just enough to slide back down onto my cock. My legs tightened. My toes curled. Her pussy molded around me and her lips sucked me dry. Her curves dripped around my body as beads of sweat trickled down her brow. Tracing the delicate curve of her nose and dying against her lips.
Leaning forward, I captured her lips, stilling my movements as her salty taste graced the tip of my tongue.
I rolled deeply into her. My hands ran down her arms. I planted one hand beside her head while the other massaged her breast, keeping time with the pulsing of her body. She drenched me in her juices. Coated me in her sweat. We panted, breathing each other’s air as her heels dug into the arch in my back. I ground into her. I felt my tightly-wound curls raking against her clit. Her eyes widened and a chuckle fell from my lips, and I knew I had her once again.
I buried myself inside of her, then ground again and again. Teasing her clit. Jumping her with electricity. Sending her body into a feeding frenzy that resulted in her bucking to meet my thrusts.
“Gray. Shit. Right there. Right there. So good. You’re so—so good.”
I kissed her neck. Nibbled her shoulder. Planted my hands beside her head until nothing came between us. My nails curled into the pathetic excuse for a wall. My toes flexed against the dusty air flying around us. Her pussy clamped down onto me and I grunted into her neck, feeling my own release taking over. Her body’s ministrations were just what I needed. Her smell was exactly what I’d ordered. She was as sweet as she was spicy, and the way her nails raked along my back shot searing heat racing to the tip of my cock.
“Michelle,” I groaned. “You’re so—”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but bury myself within her time and time again. My head spun. The room tilted. My balls curled into my body as pleasure muted everything around me. I bit into her shoulder as she quivered against me. Her pussy tightened around my cock and I gave her exactly what she wanted while taking what I wanted in return. I lapped at her skin. Kissed the indented marks I left behind as my dick emptied into her body. She held me in her vice grip, my legs trembling as she collapsed against me.
Lightheaded, I reeled. Empty. My cock rested against her swollen walls as my knees buckled from underneath me. I wrapped my arms around her as I fell to the floor, holding her close and blanketing myself in her scent. I fell against one of the boxes and rested, drawing in deep breaths of the sex-tainted air around us.
Michelle still shook against me, exhausted from the pleasure I was all too happy to deal.
I was taken aback by how I felt. It was as if the entire world stilled around me. Sounds were muted except for Michelle’s breathing. My sense of smell dulled, except for her womanly scent. My vision blurred, except for the image of her naked, sweating body resting against mine.
It was as if my entire body filtered out everything but her.
Oh shit.
What the fuck was I doing?
Sitting up immediately, I watched Michelle snap her head up. Dread washed over her face before she looked down at herself. She clapped her arms over her chest and pulled away from me, my cock sliding from within her body with a devilishly loud sound. I watched her face grimace as she moved away from me, searching for her clothes and haphazardly throwing them on her body.
I reached for the only thing I could to cover up my cock.
The handkerchief that started this entire thing.
“We should, um—”
Michelle cleared her throat before she kicked my clothes to me.
“We should get this stuff downstairs,” she said. “And get it in your car so you can deliver it.”
She turned her back to me and I got up quickly, pulling on my clothes before gathering as much as I could in my arms. I heard her picking up some things, but I didn’t turn around. I dropped everything in my arms down onto the floor of the house, then jumped down myself. I picked it all up and took it to the kitchen, then headed for the shower before Michelle had even gotten out of the attic.
Fuck me.
I was an idiot.
This was exactly what I hadn’t wanted to happen. What I didn’t need to happen. I peeled my clothes off and
tossed them in the corner, crinkling my nose at the dust still coating my body. I stepped into the shower and began washing up, paying special attention to my cock.
The last thing I needed was to smell her the next morning.
This was bad. Very bad. Because I’d just experienced the best orgasm of my life with a woman I couldn’t fucking have. This was the issue. The obstacle. Because I knew my attraction to her was fierce. Now, all I could think about was doing it over and over again. Taking her in every direction on every surface of the damn house. I needed to be focused on the deliveries. On settling the rest of Anton’s estate before going home and dealing with my own business.
But instead, I was dwelling on how the fuck I could spend more time with Michelle.”
“Damn it!”
I slammed my fists against the tiles of the shower wall. No attachments. That was the rule. Come in, do the damn thing, and get out. That was the plan. Michelle wasn’t in those plans. She never had been. And now? I wanted her in those plans.
I wanted her strewn throughout every bit of my fucking plans.
I cleaned myself down in the shower, but it didn’t wash away my guilt. It didn’t wash away my want for Michelle. It didn’t wash away the heartache and the emptiness I felt at the loss of Anton. It didn’t fucking fix anything. Nothing did. I shouldn’t have given into my temptation. I shouldn’t have given into those beads of sweat dripping down her brow. I should have tossed that damn handkerchief out the window the second I thought about running it over her skin.
Turning the water off, I grabbed a towel so I could get out.
I’d turned Michelle into something she was not; into something she was so much better than. Michelle wasn’t a one night stand kind of woman. Which meant I had risked her getting attached to me. Sure, she climbed into my bed that first night practically naked, but it wasn’t to fuck me. She didn’t even know I was there. She was a woman looking for a place to rest her head after something catastrophic had happened.
Now I really wanted to know what happened that night.
The night that drew her to Anton’s.
Her climbing into my bed hadn’t been an intentional act. She was too sweet. Too innocent. Too ignorant of how beautiful she was. Michelle was confident in herself, but not in her abilities. Only women who were confident in their abilities knew how wild they drove men.
Like Michelle did me.
Fuck. I felt like an asshole.
I gathered up my dirty clothes and tossed them into my room. I wouldn’t have time in the morning to deliver the rest of those things to people around the community. Yes, it was late. Yes, the sun had already set. But I had a flight I had to catch and a strict schedule to adhere to in the morning.
And I needed to get away from Michelle’s pull on me.
“I’m going to go ahead and take the rest of this stuff to their rightful owners,” I said, as I walked into the kitchen.
Michelle was sitting at the table with her back turned to me. Her chair was turned towards the porch doors and she was staring out the window, almost like she hadn’t heard me. Had it not been for the small nod of her head, I would have repeated myself.
I had really fucked up. In so many ways.
“You should stay behind and double-check things to make sure we haven’t missed anything else.”
“That’s probably for the best,” she said.
I watched her body relax and saw the tension leave her muscles. Was she relieved that she wasn’t going with me? That I wasn’t requiring her to come along?
Did she regret our encounter in the attic?
Gathering up everything in my arms, I grabbed the map. Shit. What if she regretted what we’d done? I hadn’t thought about that. I knew it shouldn’t have happened. That we would be parting ways tomorrow and that it wasn’t smart. But I could never regret what we had just experienced. Never. What I did with her was raw. Passionate. Filled with a necessary emotional release. I felt like a kindred sort of spirit with her. She understood my pain of losing Anton and how that was screwing with my mind. And for some reason, I also felt like she understood my want to get as far away from my hometown as possible.
I didn’t regret her. I could never regret her.
But it was possible she could regret me.
Fuck. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all.
Chapter 18
Michelle
The day had arrived. Grayson’s last day in town. The plan? To avoid him at all costs until he left. I had to, there was no other choice. Because I wanted him to stay far too badly to sit around and watch him pack up. So, I focused my energy on packing myself up. I washed and dried my laundry one last time and counted out all the money I had. I used the internet still at my disposal to look up a few addresses I could get screenshots of. Hotels with prices I could afford for a month or two. Prices for bus tickets if I decided to go back to North Dakota. Since I’d spent the entire time in the house helping Gray with deliveries and pining away over him, I hadn’t gotten around to drawing up a plan for my own future.
I tallied up the hours I had worked for Grayson and wrote them out like he’d asked me to. He was adamant about paying me for my time, and even though part of me still wanted to fight him, I was grateful. Taking the money he owed me and putting it together with the small amount I had stashed away would buy me a little more time before I had to bite the bullet and go home. Back to North Dakota, where my life would dead end and I’d be stuck in the same bleak pattern for the rest of my days.
Any time I could buy myself in one of the three motels in Stillsville meant more time searching for a job. And, depending on how far I could walk, I might be able to find something in one of the neighboring towns. After I tallied up all my hours over the course of the past five days, including the overtime Grayson kept hounding me about, he owed me almost five thousand dollars.
That couldn’t be right. That was way too much money.
I wrote out the math over and over again. Eight hours a day for four days amounted to over three thousand dollars. And the overtime I had put in staying up a couple of nights working things out was time and a half. My eyes bulged as the numbers continued to work themselves out the same way. Over and over again, until that one number stuck out on the paper like an angel parting the clouds above my head.
Four thousand eight hundred and seventy-two dollars.
Holy shit. That would get me by much longer than a month.
That meant I wouldn’t have to accept defeat so quickly. That meant I could rent a car and drive around to the neighboring communities and find a job. I wondered if Grayson meant what he said about that personal recommendation. I could buy myself an outfit that looked presentable for dropping off resumes. I could reach further across the state with a cheap rental car and the ability to buy gas. And with the going rate for the motels around Stillsville, I could easily foot the bill for at least three weeks.
I’d have a place to sleep. Money to buy food. And the ability to present myself with pride.
Which all meant the possibility of not conceding defeat and calling my mother.
I sat on the edge of the bed in Anton’s home and drew out a plan. I looked up prices and ran numbers, making sure I budgeted every single dollar down to the penny. My things were packed in the corner as I hunched over the pad, outlining multiple plans and how much they would cost me before I’d run out and have to go home anyway.
But a small part of me still ached.
I took a long slow look around the room. How I wished I could stay in this home. These walls had provided me with more comfort, grace and reassurance than any other place in my life. Mr. Anton always made me feel comfortable, important and wanted. I’d had fun in this house. I took pride in taking care of it while he was still alive. And I wished, more than anything, that I had more time with him. More time to enjoy him, learn from him and learn about him.
I was jealous of all the people who had known him better and longer than I had.
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sp; Looking back down at the numbers, I sighed. With this kind of money, I didn’t really need to stay in Stillsville. I didn’t have friends here. There was Cecily, my old neighbor. She had a tongue as fiery as the devil’s anus, but I respected her brashness and her honesty. People that told it like it was without holding back always had my respect because it meant I always knew where I stood with them. There was no mystery, and I enjoyed that with most people. And Andy didn’t even fucking count, the little asshole. That man had only paid attention to me when it was convenient for his dick, even after I’d moved states away from the only place I had considered home.
But even with Cecily, who I rarely saw except for when we drank coffee together while watching television, I had no one in Stillsville. Hell, I had no one in Illinois. There wasn’t a point to my staying here, so I took my phone back out and started searching the surrounding areas for jobs. Maybe there was a concentration of them somewhere and I could price hotels in that area. Maybe I could plant my temporary roots elsewhere and see what I could find.
Because Gray was right.
Stillsville was sucking the soul out of me.
Cecily wasn’t that bad, and part of me would miss her. I didn’t know her well, but she was a good-enough friend when I needed it. She comforted me with booze in my coffee after fights with Andy, and indulged my secret passion for reality television. That stuff made me feel better about my own life. I could get my dose of drama without having to upend my entire life in the process. Cecily worked the evening shift at the local diner in town, so we greeted one another in the mornings. The two of us would drink coffee on her stoop before she went inside to sleep. Then I’d head off to work for Anton.
It was more of a friendship based on convenience, but it was better than nothing. It had gotten me through some rough spats with Andy before things swirled down the drain.
But that didn’t mean I’d stick around because of it.
Gray, on the other hand, was different. There was something in the way he interacted with me that made me warm all over. I would stay behind for someone like him, even though I wasn’t sure if that was good. Or healthy. I felt comfortable with him. Ready to laugh at a moment’s notice. I didn’t panic when he came into a room. I didn’t feel the need to act like someone I wasn’t. And when we talked, he at least seemed interested in what I had to say.
