by Ana Lewin
Cheeks going pink she spun around and closed the door gently, locking it again. It was a miracle no one had walked past during their initial exchange and she was glad for the miracle. Before all of this she’d felt possessive of Grant as if no one else should be able to even look at him. Within the past 24 hours, she had become even more possessive. Gathering her wits before she turned back around, she didn’t get a chance because Grant appeared at her back, his hands resting lightly on her waist. Her body shivered at the touch, instinctively leaning back so she was pressing the curve of her ass against his erection. “You have no idea how fucking badly I want to touch you,” his lips pressed against her neck and his voice was a mere whisper. “How badly I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I saw you.”
Letting out a soft sound, she pressed herself more tightly back against him, grinding against his cock. “Don’t talk as if you’re the only one who’s been suffering here,” she insisted, bracing her hands against the door. “You had to have known all along that I was fighting not to jump you.”
He chuckled but seemed surprised. “Really? I was sure you weren’t interested. I’m a lot older than you.”
“Well, I guess that means that my methods to hide it worked, which is surprising. Everyone else on the staff had it figured out right away.”
The conversation trailed off when Grant bit down on her shoulder, sucking a mark into the skin as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. His hands trailed from her hips up to her breasts, getting bolder with every movement. When his fingers tweaked her nipples she arched into the touch and gasped, grinding back harder against him. She was pleased to hear him groan in return, their bodies pushing and pulsing against one another as they groped and felt around. Olivia didn’t know how much time had passed before Grant pulled back, grabbing her hips with a firm grip that told her she should do exactly as he wanted. His hands moved her until she was spun around, back against the door, looking up at Grant with her flushed cheeks and wild eyes.
Lips covering hers in a kiss, he proved his ability to multitask by shoving a knee between her legs to force them apart. How was it possible that he was doing all of this at once? Bringing her all of this pleasure? It was all she could do to remember to breathe, the breath knocked out of her from the intensity of the kiss. His lips on hers were just like she’d imagined they would be. Like he was devouring her, claiming her, and insisting that she do as he said.
She didn’t know the touch was coming, so she yelped and groaned when Grant’s fingers rubbed against her clit. It was through her jeans and panties, through all the fabric that she was wearing, but she still felt it. Before she even knew what she was doing she was grinding down against him, desperate for him to give her what she needed. Desperate for the touch of skin on skin. “What do you want from me, Olivia?” Grant’s voice murmured against the shell of her ear, his teeth nipping at it.
Trembling, Olivia bit her lip. Not giving him an answer wasn’t an option. She’d have to fight through the embarrassment and tell him all about the things she wanted him to do to her today, tomorrow, and for the rest of her damn life. “I want you to touch me,” she whispered, moving her arms up so that they could wrap around his shoulders. “I want you to make me scream your name. Then I want you to fuck me until I’m a whimpering mess and I want you to come deep inside me so that I know who I belong to. I’m on birth control, I take it religiously. If you want to take me bare I want you to.”
How the words spilled out so easily, she had no idea. Never before had a man asked her to talk dirty to him, not that she had many to reference back to. Only one. Steven. And he’d been undeniably plain, only taking her in missionary and only when he felt like it. There had never been anything like this raw passion that she felt zapping between her and Grant.
His cock reacted to the words and she watched it twitch, feeling bad that she hadn’t bothered to touch him yet. She’d been too swept up by him. But when she reached her hand out to take him in her fist, he slapped her hand away. “If you touch me right now I’m going to come all over both of us,” his voice was a low growl and she shivered at the way it made her feel. “The idea of taking you bare nearly made be fucking come without even being touched, like some kind of inexperienced horny teenager.”
Hands moved from her hips to her forearms and Grant led her back toward the king-sized bed. When his fingers worked to undo her jeans she finally noticed how cold it was in the room, goosebumps already risen on her arms. They still had no power. Only blankets and sex to keep them warm. She couldn’t help but blush at the prospect of just how warm they’d be in a few minutes.
Once she’d stepped out of her jeans and panties, Grant pushed her back on the bed. Her pussy was already sopping wet for him so it didn’t take much until two of his fingers were deep inside her, stroking her in all the right places. His tongue slipped out to lave her clit and her arms went limp, unable to do anything at all except clutch at the bedsheets. “Grant,” she cried out his name when he started sucking at her clit, trying her best not to grind against his face.
For a second he took his tongue off of her to smirk, and she let out a low whine. Losing the touch was like losing her source of oxygen; without it, she couldn’t breathe.
Then his tongue was back and he was making her feel things that she’d never felt with anyone other than herself and her toys, and then taking her beyond that. When she came it was harder than she ever had before, and she had to bite her hand to muffle her scream as her hips bucked spastically, just barely held in place by Grant’s strong hands. “I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re a whimpering mess,” Grant’s words barely registered. Nothing did until she felt the head of his cock pressing up against her wet sex.
He was thick and long, more than her previous partner. She was pretty sure she’d seen some porn cocks that were smaller than Grant’s. His size didn’t scare her, but it did make a thrill go through her at the thought of being filled up by all that.
Not giving her much of a chance to come down from her orgasm, he was fully sheathed inside her as soon as he could. “Fuck,” he cursed, rubbing a hand across the back of his forehead as if he was already sweating from exertion. She’d just noticed that he was still wearing a shirt, but then again so was she. Taking off clothes hadn’t been at the forefront of their minds. “You’re so tight. How are you so fucking tight?”
Olivia obviously didn’t have an answer to that, and he wasn’t expecting one. His head dipped down so he could push away her tank top, exposing one of her breasts. Now, he could pull at her nipples without any barriers. “Round two I want you completely naked,” he growled, pushing away more fabric so that her other nipple was exposed too.
“Round two I want you completely naked,” she copied what he had said, although her voice held much less authority.
Letting out a deep chuckle Grant cupped her face and kissed her as he started slowly shifting his hips. “Whatever you want, princess.” The endearment made her pussy flutter around his cock and her breath hitch, and he noticed. A smirk slid across his face. “Do you like it when I call you that, princess?”
He drew out the word and she flushed bright pink as her body responded the same way it had the first time. Olivia had no idea why she liked it so much, but she wasn’t going to complain. “Yes, I like it,” she murmured, feeling like she had to answer despite her embarrassment. There was something about Grant that demanded obedience.
His hips moved so that he slipped nearly all the way out of her, causing an involuntary whine to leave her throat, but he was quick to remedy the situation. Cock filled her again as he started pounding her hard, rougher than she’d ever experienced before. But instead of hurting or being uncomfortable like she would have thought she would be, the way he manhandled her sent her rocketing towards an orgasm. Even without her fingers she was getting close, and it would only take a few seconds to push her over the edge.
Panting above her, Grant grabbed both her legs and hooked t
hem over his shoulders, changing the angle and nearly making her scream at the pleasure that was rolling through her. “Touch yourself,” he demanded, out of breath and looking like he was ready to burst any second himself. “Come for me, princess.”
As expected the addition of her fingers made her come instantly, and this time she didn’t bother to muffle her scream. Hips coming up off the bed as much as they could, she felt Grant’s hot cum empty deep inside of her at the same time as her orgasm. By the time she’d come down enough to register anything else that was going on, Grant had slowed to a near stop and was just looking at her, hunger and lust in his gaze even though they’d just finished. When he pulled out, he watched his cum drip from her hole, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning down to get as good a view as she could. It wasn’t something she’d ever experienced before and she wanted to revel in what it was like, to have someone come inside her. To have Grant come inside her. There was no guarantee that it would happen again.
Then again, considering the expression he wore, and his half-mast cock…
Just as she was getting herself horny enough for an immediate round two, a faint knock sounded at the door followed by a quiet voice. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but my grandmother is trying to have a nap. She wanted me to ask you two to… quiet it down a little bit. Once again, so sorry to disturb you, but she is quite the hateful old woman, and believe me, you don’t want her coming over here herself.”
Before either of them had a chance to do anything other than stare in shock at the locked door, they heard the woman’s footsteps scurrying away down the hall and Olivia did the only thing she could. She burst out into a fit of laughter.
Chapter 7
Grant
She looked gorgeous with her head slightly tilted back, exposing the soft curve of her neck. It was a shame she was still wearing that damn shirt, or he would be able to see how much her tits jiggled when she laughed. He was hopeful that he would have another chance to find out. Now that it was clear she was interested in fucking him, he’d be fucking her senseless at every opportunity. He couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle of his own at that warning from their apparent neighbor. “I guess making you scream wasn’t exactly the best idea in the world,” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
His cock was slowly waking up again, even though he’d just come. There was something about Olivia that made him flushed and ready at any opportunity. That was why he’d been in here jerking off in the first place, of course without the expectation that the object of his desires would walk in on him. “I guess we’ll have to save the screaming for when we’re back at the house. Then the only person who’ll have to deal with it is Levi,” Olivia had a smile on her face that made it up to her eyes.
Levi’s room was the only other one on the third floor, but Grant was fairly confident that the other man wouldn’t complain. It would be a bit of a hypocritical move if he did, considering Levi brought girls back to the ranch more often than anyone else. And he somehow always managed to pick up the loud ones. “Levi will just have to wear earplugs if he wants to go to sleep before I’m done fucking you senseless.”
Letting out a little giggle at that Olivia’s gaze was drawn back down to his cock, which was now fully hard. The way she licked her lips made him twitch, arousal running through him. How had he not come on to her before now? He’d been pining after her for two weeks when he could have been fucking her the whole time. Olivia’s hands went to the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head in one motion, leaving her completely naked, but she didn’t waste any time just letting him look at her. Before he could comprehend what she was going to do she was straddling one of his legs, one hand gripping his length as her tongue licked a drop of precum from the tip. Her other hand grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, tugging at it. “Off. Now,” she demanded, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Who said you get to call the shots here, princess?” he questioned, but he pulled his shirt over his head all the same.
That just made her cocky, gesturing to his shirt, sitting on the bed beside them. Grant didn’t get a chance to assert his dominance though, because that moment was when she chose to close her lips around his cock and suck, going further and further down the length until she gagged on it. “Fuck, Liv,” he groaned, caught between throwing his head back in pleasure and watching as she sucked him.
He settled on watching, not wanting to give up the opportunity to look at her as she got acquainted with his cock. Her technique was sloppy but she was the most enthusiastic woman he had ever met, giving all her energy to him as she sucked him and occasionally gagging herself. It was probably the best blowjob he’d ever gotten and he was tempted to blow his load in her mouth and make her swallow it.
But the more he thought about it the more he realized that wasn’t what he wanted, not right now. Before she could make him come on her tongue he grabbed her by a handful of that soft red hair, pulling her lips up to his. The kiss they shared was just as sloppy as the blowjob had been, Liv’s face a mess of spit and precum. “I’m going to take you from behind and come in your pretty pussy again,” he murmured, manhandling her into the position he wanted her in.
When her thick ass was facing up at him he couldn’t help but give it a quick smack on each cheek, like he’d be imagining doing since he first saw her bend over the front seat of her truck. “Hey!” she tried to sound scandalized, but just sounded turned on.
He almost leaned down to lick at her clit again to get her good and wet for him, but one quick stroke down her folds revealed that she was already dripping. It was almost like sucking his cock had done more to get her off than him. “Did sucking my cock turn you right on, princess?”
For a second she didn’t answer and then he saw a quick nod of her head. “Yes,” voice quiet, he barely heard her but it was enough.
Sliding his cock inside her made him groan, but he did try to keep it quiet this time. They didn’t want their poor elderly neighbor having to come over and tell them off for being too loud. It seemed like Olivia was trying to do the same thing, burying her face in the pillows as she brought one hand down to rub at her clit. “That’s a good girl,” he said, keeping an even pace that was slowly working them both up. “You make yourself come all over my cock again.”
An idea struck him and he brought a finger to his mouth, wetting it before bringing it back down to rub at the tight pucker of her asshole. Her spine straightened before relaxing again, and he noticed she sped up her touching of herself. Pushing his finger in just an inch made her moan loudly into the pillow, and when he got it nearly all the way in she was panting and nearly frantic. “Fuck me harder,” he wasn’t sure if it was a demand or a plea, but he kept that one finger in her ass and gave her what she wanted.
She came apart beneath him, barely managing to keep herself quiet against the pillow, and just as he’d started to empty his cock into her fluttering pussy there was another knock on the door. “You guys need to keep it down in there,” this time it was a man’s voice, and Grant couldn’t help but smirk.
He didn’t even bother to stop, fucking them both through to completion as the incessant knocking on the door continued. It was only when Olivia was collapsed against the bed that he pulled out of her and put on his boxer briefs, opening the door an inch to find a mildly annoyed looking man outside of it. The man was about his age, but nowhere near as muscular, hinting that he was from the big city or didn’t work a labor job. He also looked downright shocked that Grant had opened the door nearly naked with a smirk on his face. “Is it your grandmother who’s trying to take a nap?” he asked.
“Grandmother? No,” he looked confused but shook it off. “My fiancee and I are trying to have a nice week away from the city here and all we’ve been able to hear for the last little bit is moans and headboard banging. It’s the middle of the fucking day.”
“Look I’m real sorry that your girlfriend doesn’t let you fuck her in the middle of the day, but m
ine does,” he drawled, letting his southern accent get heavier.
“Fiancee,” the man corrected with gritted teeth, just as a woman’s voice called out. “Brandon? Baby, you don’t need to get into a fight with them over it.”
The woman’s voice was familiar to him and when he poked his head out of the room and looked down the hall it was confirmed that it belonged to exactly who he thought it did. Bri was standing just outside the door to the room next to their’s with a hand cocked on her hip, wearing all the makeup and fancy clothing he’d always known her to wear. When she saw his face her jaw dropped a little and he raised a hand in greeting. “Grant?” she asked, her heels clicking on the hardwood as she strode down the hallway towards them. “You live in town, why the hell are you staying at the inn?”
He could hear Olivia moving around in the room, probably getting dressed. He’d noticed how much she’d disliked Bri when they’d been in town, and he could only imagine what she wanted to say to the woman now. Keeping a smile planted firmly on his face, he shrugged his shoulders and opened the door a little bit wider. Might as well show her what she was missing out on now that she was with Mr. City Boy. “Road back to the ranch was flooded by the time we were done our shopping. We didn’t want to risk trying to get there going through the other towns, so here we are.”
From the way her eyes narrowed, he had an inkling that Bri knew exactly who he’d been banging in this hotel room, and she didn’t like it. As if on cue Olivia appeared by his side, wearing a wide smile and his flannel shirt — with nothing else. Her small hands clutched his arm in a display that made it clear who he belonged to. “Oh wow, Brianna! It’s so nice to see you again, what a weird coincidence! Sorry for being so loud. Kind of hard not to be, although I guess you would know that.” Her wide smile didn’t hold any hint of malice even as Brandon looked back and forth between the three of them.
