The Cliff

by Gucker, Christie A. C.

  “Nope. You’re not done yet.”

  “I’m not?” He growled into my neck.

  I pointed to his briefs. He smiled and promptly removed them. Oh the feel of his skin against mine was pure heaven. I rubbed my body against his so the sensation wouldn’t end and then he slowly rolled me onto my back and placed himself gently on top of me. He had an arm on either side of my head and was propped up on his elbows. I let him settle between my legs, and feeing his throbbing hotness pressed against me was torture. I ran my hand long his cheek and shifted my body to bring him closer to entering me.

  “I want to watch you.”

  “What? You want to watch me? Do what, pleasure myself for you?”

  “Wow. I didn’t even think about that. Raincheck, please.”

  “Really?” I mean, seriously? What guy turns that down? “Raincheck granted.”

  “I want to watch your face while I make love to you. There is nothing more beautiful in this world to me than seeing you feel pleasure. Because of me.” It made my heart melt and other things stir more.

  He began to slowly grind against me. I couldn’t help but move with him. He held my face firmly in place and just looked over it, from my lips to my eyes to my hair. He was absorbing me into his soul with his eyes.

  The friction was driving me insane and I spread my legs to give him access but he stopped at my entrance and just teased for a bit. I was starting to writhe even more beneath him and tried to kiss him, but he shook his head at me and smiled, just wanting to watch my reactions. This whole exercise was hot as hell.

  He slid inside of me just a bit and I bucked my hips to try and push him inside all the way. He stayed there, taking his time, enjoying every second of the tease. He might have underestimated his resolve, because after a few moments, I heard him growl and he pushed himself completely and deeply inside me. We moaned together at the feel of it. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  He moved slowly, rolling his hips in a figure eight, hitting all sorts of new and very sensitive places with each roll. I let out a broken breath our eyes never leaving the other’s, watching the pleasure on each other. It was intense. I was completely turned on and I understood what he meant. There was nothing more beautiful than his face, at this moment, making love to him.

  Our lips were so close I could almost taste him. I parted mine and begged him with my eyes for his mouth to cover mine. He got the message and that hot mouth was on me. He never moved his lips from mine and continued to thrust sweetly into me. I clung to him. My mind was running through thoughts of intense pleasure, pure love for him, and the thought of how close I had been to losing him. I pulled him tighter to me and gave him every bit of my soul.

  I could tell he was starting to waiver at his slower pace and he began to move faster. He watched me intently and the thought of what he was doing pushed me over the edge. I let every bit of pleasure show on my face to give him what he desired. I couldn’t help but throw my head back against the pillow letting soft sounds escape my lips, and then turned back to him so he could watch pure pleasure washed over me.

  It was more than he could take and he exploded inside of me, letting me watch his face in return.

  “I love you, Lanie. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

  “You’ll never have to. I’m never going anywhere.”

  He rolled to my side and pulled me close. After a while, sleep took him over. It had been a late ‘sandwich cookie-filled’ night, an early morning, and an emotional day. All I wanted was to feel his warm body against mine, feeling his heart continue to beat. I drifted off with him.

  I’m not sure what woke me, but I rolled over to look at his clock.

  “Babe, I’m going to head home and get ready for dinner, okay?”

  “Sure. Call me in half an hour to wake me?”

  “Okay, Babe.”

  I got dressed quietly and then I left. The day was starting to fade. I was enjoying the short walk home when I noticed a yellow sports car pull into the gravel drive. As it passed me, I saw …

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  Yes, He Is

  … a redheaded super model driving it. You’ve got to be kidding me. What the hell was this going to start now? I shook my head. I ducked into my doorway and watched her park her car in front of Dane’s. She beeped the horn and Dane came running out, hopped in the car, and they took off. I jumped inside and shut the door so they couldn’t see me as they passed.

  I headed inside to let Jack know I was back and start getting ready for dinner. I was actually relieved to know the redheaded super model wouldn’t be working tonight. Game on had turned into this bizarre dynamic, and I was honestly tired of it all. It had almost killed Grant. I was happy we were one step closer to life being good again.

  I looked around the house and couldn’t find him, so I headed upstairs to my room. I heard something above me, in the walk. I headed up. My father was sitting in my papasan holding the picture of Nicole and me, having a conversation with her. I hadn’t seen him up here in so long it made my heart ache a bit. I kept very quiet and watched him.

  “Well, Babe, you were right. Lanie and Grant are in love. I guess I should have believed you. I’m sorry I made fun of you. You’d be having a field day with this right now.”

  Tap tap

  I caught my breath. Oh my God, Nicole was tapping for him. I saw him look out the window and all around the room, but luckily he didn’t catch me spying on him.

  “Uh huh. Okay then. So you’re going to go ahead and bust on me from up there then. Fine, have at it.”

  I smiled seeing him talk to her like that. It was unlike him to be emotional. Getting a little glimpse into his relationship with Nicole was sweet.

  Tap tap

  “Yeah, yeah. I know. But she’s so young. I mean, should I have the talk with her?”

  Holy crap, no. I was not going to talk about sex with my dad. I mean, I joked about it and used it to keep him from prying when he got here, but no. And what the hell? How old did he think I was? He had to know I had had sex before. Geez.

  “I guess not. That’d be real awkward and well, that was your job. I sure do miss you, Nicole. I wish you were here to see all this.”

  Tappity tap tap

  “Well, I guess you already are then, aren’t you? So maybe you could just watch out for her when I’m not here. Okay? No need to tap. I know you do.”

  I felt bad listening now. So I backed down the stairs a bit, waited and then called for him.

  “Dad? You up there?” I faked coming up the stairs.

  “Yeah, Lanie. I’m here.”

  “You never come up here. What are you doing here?”

  “I think I’m having a conversation with your mother. If you promise not to think I’m crazy …”

  “So she answered you too? Tap tap? Nope, you’re not crazy. Been there, done that.”

  “Really? Oh good.” He got up, kissed my mom’s photo and put it back down on the table.

  “Come on. We should go get ready for dinner.”

  We both headed to our respective rooms and got ready. We met down in the kitchen and headed to the garage to get my SUV to pick up Grant and his parents. Jack actually got out to let Grant sit in front with me. Quite sweet.

  We got to the restaurant and were seated by a huge fireplace in the main bar. The place brought back great memories for Grant and I.

  “Can we stop and get some champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for later? Or maybe you’d like to try something new. I have a craving for chocolate mousse,” he whispered seductively into my ear and then his tongue darted out and gave it a quick brush. It gave me a very sensual shudder.

  “You bet,” I purred back.

  We sat down and enjoyed the most amazing food and conversation. And then everything changed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of red. Oh please, please don’t let it be them. No such luck. In a matter of moments, Dane and Lisa were standing at our table.

  “Good evening everyone. I�
��d like you to meet Lisa. She works here, so we thought we’d come for drinks.”

  He proceeded to introduce everyone at the table. Jennifer played sweet, but she was shooting daggers at Dane with her eyes and he knew it.

  When he got to Grant and I, he said, “I know you’ve already met Grant and Lanie, but you might know them by some other names.” She smiled sweetly and giggled with Dane.

  “Would you like to join us?” Joe was being gracious. I knew he was mad at Dane but that’s just how Joe was. I actually heard Jennifer kick him under the table. “Or, maybe another time. We don’t want to step in on your date; that would be quite rude of us.” He sheepishly smiled at Jennifer, who rolled her eyes.

  “Oh, no thank you, but maybe Lanie and Grant can join us after for drinks.”

  “No, I don’t think so. We all came together.” Grant smiled when he said it. Like father like son, even considering what Dane had done to him just that morning.

  “We could drive you home?” Lisa offered.

  “Oh, sorry, Grant and I need to stop off on the way home to pick some things up. Maybe another time.”

  “Yes, you sound like such a fun couple from your note. I thought maybe the four of us could discuss that offer. Make it a foursome.”

  Jack, Jennifer, and Joe all looked at Grant and I, and then to Lisa and Dane.

  “Really, I don’t think that’s going to be a possibility. Ever.” Grant was curt.

  “Well, okay, we’ll see you later.” And they left, giggling again.

  Damn it. I knew something was going to rear its ugly head when I saw that sports car. I had hoped it would be different with her. But alas, another Lori and more games.

  “What was that all about?” Jack asked.

  “We’d rather not hang out with Dane right now. I’m sure you can agree with us on that point.”

  “I don’t blame you,” Jennifer said angrily. “I’m meeting Haley for breakfast to talk about today’s events. She said she and Jeff are very worried about him. Something about him forcing himself on someone, but she didn’t know who.” Jennifer eyed me. I immediately blushed. Grant squeezed my hand under the table. Damn Jennifer and her supermom powers of deduction.

  When dinner was done, we headed through town and Grant and I pulled in at a grocery store.

  “What are we doing here?”

  “Oh we have to run in and get something really quick.”

  They all smiled. They probably thought we were getting condoms. Oh geez. If only they knew what the chocolate mousse was for. Cravings … I was craving chocolate Grant. I mean mousse. Grant was hung like a moose. Sometimes I just cracked myself up, even if it was true.

  We only found mousse mix, so there would be some fun in the kitchen when we got home. Jack decided to stop over at Grant’s to talk with Joe and Jennifer, so Grant and I ran home to whip up some midnight snacking material. We really did have fun with food. I remembered someone telling me about a spa that had chocolate tubs to soak in. I’d have to do some research and take Grant there for a weekend of chocolove.

  “Get the milk, I’ll get out the blender,” I said. “We don’t have much time.”

  “Oh no, this has to chill for quite a while. I wish you had some nitrous oxide so we could cool it faster.”

  “Really? Nitrous oxide? I think the freezer will work just fine. No more cooking shows for you.”

  We mixed it all up and made sure it was nice and thick before we spooned it into a few dessert dishes so it to cool faster. I dipped my finger into the bowl and scooped some out, covering my giving him a little preview of what was coming his way soon. I slowly licked the tip and then continued to swirl my tongue up and down the sides.

  “Lanie, you’re driving me crazy. You have no idea the effect you have on me,” he growled, low and rough.

  “Sure I do,” I added in some moans and ohs. He started fidgeting. Then we heard the door open.

  “Hi, Dad. Did you have a nice time? I’m happy you made your curfew, now off to beddy-bye time.”

  “Right. What are you two up to?”

  “We’re going to call it an early night.”

  “Oh, okay then. Well, bye, Grant, see you tomorrow.”

  “Dad, Grant is staying over.”

  “What? No, I don’t think so.”

  Was he kidding me? Grant looked back and forth between Jack and I. “Yes, he is.”

  “No, he isn’t.”

  “Yes.”

  Grant would start to move toward the door and then stop, and then start to move and then stop.

  “Lanie, Grant has a bed right next door.”

  “And he has my bed right here. This is my house. And last time I checked, I was pretty sure I was an adult who lived on her own and made her own decisions.”

  “But, Lanie,” he kind of whispered the next part, “You’re going to … do things. I don’t want to hear.”

  “Dad!”

  “I promise we’ll be very quiet.” Grant finally spoke up. Great.

  “Grant!” He just shrugged.

  “Dad, someday, Grant and I will have kids and you’ll pretty much figure out we’ve been having sex. Might as well get over it now.”

  He cringed and I crossed my arms and bitch-faced him.

  “Grant. Lanie. I’ll see you both in the morning for breakfast.”

  “Good night, Jack,” Grant offered.

  He just shook his head and waved behind him as he headed up the stairs. I waited until I heard his door shut.

  “Great. Go grab the mousse.”

  “Lanie, you heard your dad. He doesn’t want to, you know, hear us,” he whispered.

  Now I bitch-faced Grant.

  “How about I grab that mousse and we head on up.”

  “I’ll give you head … on up,” I purred and ran up the stairs.

  When we got there, he placed the chilled mousse on the nightstand. He turned slowly toward me, smiled and cocked an eyebrow at me.

  “Allow me to show you the pleasures of chocolate mousse.”

  “Oh please.”

  “Was that considered begging?”

  “If you so desire.”

  “Well then,” he said and began to slowly undress me. We fumbled around each other, trying to get the other’s clothes off. It was comical and we giggled together, but couldn’t get them off fast enough.

  When the clothes were on the floor, he lowered me to the bed and grabbed a spoonful of mousse.

  “Are you spooning me?”

  “Sure am.”

  I hummed against him as we began to enjoy our dessert and each other.

  Luckily, both our mouths were full, so neither of us made much noise at all, as we’d promised Jack.

  “I have a raincheck I plan on cashing in tonight,” I teased.

  “Then you’d better be prepared to …

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  Speak of the Devil

  “… reciprocate.”

  “Yes, I believe I can take things into my own hands. I might have to, watching you. It’s going to be quite a vision. You’re so sexy, Lanie. I get turned on just watching you walk across the room, let alone giving me a raincheck.”

  “You do? I have that effect on you? I thought it was just me.”

  “You’re seriously kidding me, right? I’m certainly not able to hold anything back when it comes to every part of you. Lanie, I’ve saved my heart for you; all these years, you’ve had it. And now I have yours … and your body. I can’t get enough of either. I want all of you, all of the time.”

  My heart began thrumming hard and fast. I moved his hand over it.

  “Do you feel that? That’s what you do to me. You make my heart race … in every way. You have me. I’m yours, all of me. Forever. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

  He grabbed me into a deep, passionate kiss and we lay down on the bed together.

  “Are you taking a raincheck on the raincheck?” I giggled.

  “For now. I may wake up in the middle of the night and ask f
or it.”

  “I’ll give you whatever you want. Always.”

  “Then make love to me right now. I want to feel you entirely. Your heart, your soul, your body.”