I glanced at Nicole, taking a sip of sweet tea that had been delivered to me when the waiter took my order.
“He’s uh...he’s Greyson Black, Mom. So, technically speaking, he is the development team,” Nicole answered on my behalf.
“Wait, you’re Greyson Black of The Greyson Black Manor?” her father asked.
“Yes, sir.”
He nodded his head thoughtfully before looking back at his daughter then his plate. I sensed something passed between them at that moment, but what I was uncertain of.
Everyone continued making small talk and enjoying their meal. Nicole’s family ordered dessert and encouraged me to do the same, although I was only two-thirds finished with my meal. I ordered deciding to take it home with me.
They were a riotous bunch and like Nicole, enjoyed family and life. They were not the stiff group we had been, striving for acceptance under my father’s watchful eye, always seeking his approval. Nor were they cautious with their mother, never wanting her to mistake their aloofness for anything she had done.
As the table began to be cleared by the servers, I stood, preparing to leave for the night. “Thank you, all for having me for dinner,” I said, I had taken a bathroom break earlier and paid the meal for them.
Everyone exchanged their goodbyes with me, as they too stood to leave. Mr. Cabot looked around, asking for the waiter, so he could pay the bill.
I walked up to him and casually whispered. “It’s been taken care of. Thanks for having me.”
I turned and walked away but felt he might be sending not such positive energy my way. I did not want to turn around to confirm it, but I soon felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, why are you running off so fast?” Nicole asked, slowing down my pace as I stepped through the front door.
Shrugging, I turned to her and smiled. “Letting you get back to your family. Enjoying time with them.”
She smiled up at me and asked, “What if I wasn’t ready to go?”
I frowned, not certain where she was going with this. “I don’t know what you mean?”
“Well, Zion and Zoe, are heading back to Atlanta with the kids tonight. And Mady is going out for drinks with a few of her college friends. Mom and Dad are heading back for some parental time alone, and I...well, I’ve got nothing planned. So, I thought maybe I could catch a nightcap with a friend that may not have plans either.”
A grin took over my face before I could stop it. Looking across the street at Venture’s, I nodded my head in that direction. “Would you care to go over there?” I asked.
“Sure. Sounds like a good idea to me,” Nicole agreed readily.
I looked back over my shoulder just as we crossed the street. Her father was holding the door open for her mother in the parking lot. He held up a hand and waved, a slight smile on his face. In my mind, I was certain he was wondering who this strange man his daughter appeared to be smitten with. Because despite her protests, that’s exactly how she had acted tonight.
CHAPTER 10- NICOLE
Drinks. That’s all it was supposed to be. Just a couple of drinks between friends. But when the two-drink minimum I set passed to four, I knew it was time to call it a night. But I didn’t. I prepared to call an Uber, and Greyson stopped me. Offering instead to give me a ride home.
That was fine with me as I settled into the buttery leather seats of his Jaguar. I was not a materialistic person by far, but I must admit I admired the collection of cars this man drove. So far, I had seen his Rolls Royce Phantom, Mercedes Benz SLK 250, a Jeep Wrangler, and now this Jaguar F-type.
As Greyson started the ignition and pulled the car from the lot, I was sucked into the seats. I sat back and enjoyed the ride as the car clung to the curves, becoming one with the road. I glimpsed over at Greyson, and he appeared to be in his element, as we sped through the streets of downtown Savannah’s Historic District. People were out walking, enjoying the muggy summer evening.
“Where are we going?” I asked in a soft voice after a while.
He glanced over at me, with a cocky, smug smile on his lips. His grey eyes appeared like glassy marbles in the dark, turning a smoky hue. He now looked dangerous to me, and it turned me on.
“Everyone had somewhere to go tonight, but you. I didn’t want you feeling left out,” Greyson said, pulling up to a gate, where he punched in a code.
I sat back and watched as the gates rolled open, and Greyson pulled through with ease. Within moments, we were pulling up to a cobblestone drive, where he pulled into a white-four car garage inside of a brick building.
“Your place?” I asked. I was surprised at how relaxed and at ease I felt. At first, I attributed it to the drinks, but afterward, I knew that wasn’t it at all.
Greyson walked around to my side and opened the door, helping me out. His hand wrapped around my waist possessively as he led me to a door and unlocked it.
Opening the door, I noticed we were inside of a lobby, and he pressed the button, causing the gated door to clang open. Stepping inside the elevator, he pushed the white button marked “PH,” and we exited within seconds.
I did not question, Greyson further. Not even when he kicked the door closed behind him and removed the suit jacket, he had been wearing over a light-blue dress shirt and jeans. Tossing the blazer on a chair at the entrance, he turned his attention back to me and stalked towards where I had been waiting against the opposite exposed brick wall.
Behind him, the river was flowing along with boats idly floating by. The night outside was lit by the nearby bars and restaurants, and people out for a Sunday night walk along the river. But we could hear none of it in his penthouse.
The only sound in the room was the clacking of his shoes against the tiled marble floors. My breathing grew deep and heavy as his hands went up around my neck. I never stopped him when he removed the ties of my halter dress. I did not want to stop what he was offering.
My head fell back as Greyson attacked my pulse at the base of my neck, before bringing his lips up to nip at my chin. I sighed a soft exhale of relief. I had been thinking about his kisses and touch for some time now. And since the moment was here, I wanted to memorize everything about it.
I wanted to taste his mouth again, feel his heated breath against my lips, so I lowered my head, and instinctually he moved his lips to mine.
Cool, large hands held my bared breasts, as his calloused fingers flicked my nipples. Greyson’s hands were not at all what I expected of a billionaire. There was nothing perfect or manicured about them. I could tell he became intimately involved with all his work projects by the roughness of his hands and their expert manipulation.
I bit his bottom lip, causing him to pull back a little. A smile tilted his lips, and a playfulness colored his eyes. He crashed his mouth over mine again, allowing me to taste that sweet rum flavor coating his tongue. I released a moan in his mouth as our tongues played together, becoming eagerly familiar with one another.
One hand still on my breast, the other moved down to my hip and slowly pulled my dress with it until it fell at my feet.
Breaking the kiss, Greyson stepped back for a moment, crossing his arm across his midsection and cupping his elbow. With the forefinger and thumb of his right hand, he pulled his hand over the stubble on his jaw.
A pink tongue peeked out and licked his lips, before tugging his bottom lip into his mouth. The darkness of his eyes conveyed to me that he wanted to devour me, not missing a single drop. And although I was a bit scared, maybe even frozen, I wanted him to have everything he wanted from me.
As if reading my thoughts, he walked up to me and grasped my hips as his lips took one breast in, sucking at it and slightly biting on the tip of my nipple.
Oh, the pleasure and pain of it were so sweet. My hands went up to cup his head, finally running my fingers through his hair the way I had itched to do for so long. As I rubbed his scalp, Greyson switched to my other breast, whose nipple was leaning forward, begging for the flames to be doused by his tongue
. And he did not deny me that privilege. The way he sucked and flipped my nipples had me growing moist. I only wore a thong, so there was nothing there to catch the juices, and instead, they began flowing down my inner thigh.
My hips began gyrating of their own accord, and Greyson pulled back from my breast. He pulled my thong down to my feet and then lifted one foot at a time, removing both my thong and dress. I stood braless, which I had not worn anyway, and now pantyless in only my gold strappy sandal heels.
Parting my thighs, Greyson rubbed a thumb over my slick nub, stimulating my arousal, drawing another moan from me. A soft smile parted his lips as he looked up at me and winked before lowering his head to drink in my nectar.
I hissed. I had never allowed a man to touch me in this way. My thighs gapped further open, and he took advantage by grabbing one leg and hoisting it over his shoulder. I dropped slightly lower, not wanting him to miss one single drop. Greyson ravished me with his tongue, taking his time to lick my slick heat back and forth. Long strokes of his tongue caught my juices, slurping, and driving me mad with ecstasy. My hands went to my breasts, rubbing at them passionately and ferociously, as my hips writhed in a flurry of circles.
I looked down as Greyson took a finger and inserted it inside of me, his eyes shifting to meet my gaze. He winked one eye and then went back to focusing on the pleasure he brought to my body.
I screamed out his name, clutching his dark onyx hair in my fingers as if I were in for the ride of my life. And I was. My hips twerked back and forth as he continued to pleasure me, scooping his tongue in an arch to catch what I dribbled forth, and then sucking at me with his whole mouth wide open. He looked to make sure I saw him drinking from my well of love.
Seeing him look at me in that way drove me crazy, and I began to buckle and shudder as I reached my climax.
I screamed out his name in a weak voice that sounded nothing like my own. “Greeeyyy!”
Greyson caught me in those strong arms, just as I began falling. He scooped me up, walking me to what I soon found was the bedroom. That’s when the fear set in. What was I doing here? How had I allowed things to get this far? This wasn’t who I was, yet, it was. I had been wanting it for so long, but not just any kind of way.
Who was I fooling? The alcohol was nothing more than an excuse to do what I had wanted to all along. It gave me the courage that had failed me for quite some time. This moment was everything to me. He had no clue.
My arms wrapped tightly around his neck. I only noticed the soft cushiony mattress underneath my body and the cool, soft blanket that he nestled me into. He moved away briefly to turn on low lighting and some soft rock music playing lightly from somewhere above. I could only guess it was the ceiling. I was so out of it, drunk not on the alcohol we consumed, but the love his mouth had made to my body.
When Greyson reappeared, he wore nothing but a condom. I still wore my high heels, but when I sat up to unstrap them, he pushed me back down.
“Leave ‘em,” he ordered in a ruff growl.
I took the opportunity to examine and admire his beautiful body. There were no tattoos, but carefully defined muscles in his arms, chest, abs, and legs. His penis hung long and low. Thick and heavily veined, I wanted to remove the condom just so that I could see its sheer perfection up close and beautiful.
This man had the body of a Greek god in his toned, definition, and olive coloring with a light sprinkling of onyx hair all over. As he rested on the bed, he lay beside me, stroking my loose tendrils of hair back from my face.
“Your pussy tasted so good, Nic.”
My heart sped up in my chest. Greyson had picked up on that tonight. No one called me Nic, except my family, but it sounded so sweet to my ears coming from Greyson’s lips.
“Thank you,” I said demurely. Not sure what one said in these cases.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, kissing my lips.
I tasted my sweet nectar on his lips and was surprised, pleasantly at the taste. He pushed my thighs open and inserted a couple of fingers. I nodded my head.
“Yes, I’m ready,” I lied.
Pulling his fingers away, he sucked at them before winking at me once more.
I watched as Greyson moved in position over me. Inhaling deeply, I opened my legs to allow him the entrance he sought. Pulling him down close to me with my arms looped around his neck, I needed to feel his presence close to me.
My eyes clenched tight as I bit down on my bottom lip and held my breath. I clutched my nails into my palms but did not remove my arms from around him. Tears stung at the backs of my eyes, and I froze slightly.
“Are you okay, Nic?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Greyson pushed into me.
My body seized at the pressure and the intense pain that ripped through my body. I gasped as tears seeped from my eyes, and I willed myself to relax. This was what I wanted. I was sure of it. I had hoped the alcohol would make it easier, but I was wrong.
I could feel him shifting slightly before he went completely still. His breathing was hard and fast, and then he reared back slightly.
My head was turned to the left, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Nic,” he said, turning my head to face him. I closed my eyes and kept biting my lip.
“Nic, look at me now, damnit!” he ordered.
I opened my eyes and felt the warmth of my tears falling down the sides of my face into my ears.
“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?”
I hiccupped a sob.
“I thought you might not want me,” I shared.
A look of surprise and something that resembled pain crossed his face.
“I’ve wanted you since our first phone conversation. I connected with you on the first day and enjoyed our phone conversations. Meeting you in person took my breath away because you were as beautiful as I imagined you to be, perhaps even more so. I’ve wanted you since the beginning. I’ve fantasized about this moment, and now that we’re here—”
“Now that we’re here, I don’t want you to stop, Grey.”
I reached out my arms around his neck once more. He had shortened my name to Nic, I felt perhaps we were comfortable enough that I could do the same with him. It brought a bright smile to his face and eyes. The first time in a while, I had seen him truly lighten up.
“Are you sure, babe?” he asked as he wiped my tears.
“Of course, I’m sure. This isn’t something I’ve taken lightly. And before you ask, it has nothing to do with the alcohol. That just gave me the courage to do something I wanted to do.”
“To finally give your virginity up to some random man?”
I shook my head, wondering how he really viewed me. “Not some random man, Grey. Only to you.”
His eyes seemed to change from pale blue to bright silver, to hardened steel and back again. A flurry of emotions poured over his face at once, before he reached down and pulled his cock into his hands. Gently he parted my legs with his thigh, placed a hand down between my legs, and opened me as he slowly and gently reinserted himself once more.
The pressure was still intense, and I stiffened again. I willed myself to make it beyond the pain and not back down. Hot tears were replaced with determination as I felt the wetness between my thighs grow, accompanying the searing pain.
“Relax, baby,” he coached. “I know it’s hard to do, but that’s what’s going to help us both. Relax as much as you can,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my lips.
I became lost in the kiss, because it was soothing, passionate, and he used it to show me how much he cared. He took the opportunity of my distraction to finally shove himself completely inside of me. My cry got lost in our kiss but did not stop the tears from returning.
Greyson kept kissing me as he held still for just a while. When he did finally start moving within me, he did so with slow, methodical movements. And he continued to kiss me through it all. Eventually, he broke off and began peppering my face with kisses, and then raini
ng them down my neck and breasts.
“My sweet, Nic. Oh, baby, you feel so damned good to me.”
His movements were encouraging, and after a while, I began moving slowly. The pain and throbbing were starting to ease. The more he moved inside of me, the more I allowed myself to relax and get into the groove. Before I knew it, he felt so good inside of me, and I did not want him to stop.
Why had I chosen this man to give my virginity to, at the age of thirty-two? Because, something in my heart told me that I could trust Greyson with every part of me, including my heart.
CHAPTER 11 - GREYSON
The next morning was a Monday, and one that I usually started at four in the morning with a workout, juice, shower, and heading to the hotel site to arrive at six. My alarm clock had been turned off hours ago, and now as I shifted in my bed, I recalled why.
She looked so beautiful as the summer sun slanted through the blinds, leaving streaks of sunlight on her coppery skin. Her hair that had been pulled into a bun the evening before had come loose through our intense lovemaking throughout the night. I sexed her body at least three times and devoured that sweet pussy with my mouth at least four times. I couldn’t get enough of her taste.
I loved the taste of pussy, just like any other man, but she was the sweetest yet. One time when I decided to please her, she was asleep and woke up with a pleasant smile on her face.
Now, she lay nestled beside me, tucked under my arm.
My God! What had I done? She was a virgin and thirty-two no less. The last time I had a virgin, she was twenty, and I had been twenty-eight. I didn’t know they even existed anymore, especially at our ages.
Precious. That’s what she was to me. A special treasure I had unearthed, and I wanted to do nothing to harm the beauty of her soul and spirit, nor taint the gift she had given to me. Yes, I realized it was now my special duty to protect her.
A woman like Nicole did not give herself away lightly. If she had preserved herself all these years, it had been with discipline and determination. So, giving what she had last night only meant one thing. She was entrusting me with her heart.
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