Secrets & Lies

12| Silent Compliments

I barely made it halfway down the hallway before I turned around and ran back to Grant's room. With my impending wedding stressing me out, I realized just how much I wanted this night to happen. Who knew when I would get another chance? Now, after I pretended to forget my jacket, he pulled me into his hotel room. 

"Let's get these off," I breathed, reaching for the waistband of his jeans.

I made quick work with removing his pants and shirt. Next it was my turn—and it didn't take him long. He undressed me so fast I was surprised that my shirt didn't tear. It was as if he would die if I wasn't naked right-fucking-now. 

He was always one for silent compliments. 

I crushed my lips against his—my tongue delving into his mouth until I was lost to this. To him. I didn't even realize he turned us around until he pulled away and pushed me back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"My turn." His voice dropped to an erotic growl and his eyes fell to my hard erection.

I leaned back and stretched my arms out behind me. I watched intently as he got to his knees and wrapped his hand around the base of my dick. 

Grant never broke eye contact as he slowly—and torturously—wrapped his mouth around the head.

A strangled moan crawled up from deep in my throat and my head fell back. Grant's the last person I've been with, so it's been awhile for me. The only release I've had was by my own hand. Each time I would close my eyes and picture him. 

As always, Grant got straight to work. He sucked me hungrily and I resisted the urge to jerk my hips. Instead, I leaned forward and brushed my hand through the blonde hair that was just long enough to fist my hand in it. 

"Fuck." I gritted my teeth. The pleasure he was delivering felt like a tornado building and building. My mind was spinning out of control and I didn't give the slightest fuck.

When he took me deeper and my throbbing erection hit the back of his throat, I nearly came right then and there.

With my hand fisted in his hair, I pulled him off me. "Enough." I didn't want my release yet. Not until after he was inside of me.

He licked his lips and looked at me with with undeniable desire. There was a fire in his eyes that I knew mirrored my own. It was the sexiest thing I had ever fucking seen.

Grant got to his feet and grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer. "Turn around."

I pushed myself off of the bed, turned, and leaned forward. Luckily, this one was high enough that I and leave my feet planted on the floor.

I heard the sound of aluminum tearing as Grant ripped open the condom wrapper. I felt his left hand grip my shoulder and I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt him start to slide inside me. But then he stopped.

"Are you sure?" he asked raggedly—like it was taking every ounce of strength he had to keep from thrusting into me deep.

"Yes," I moaned. There was no turning back now. I wanted this. 

His grip on my shoulder tightened and he slowly pushed inside me. Once he was all the way in, he stayed like that for a moment. The hand that was gripping my shoulder ran over my back until he wrapped them both around my waist.

"I fucking missed you," he breathed. His voice was so low he probably didn't know he said that out loud.

"Fuck me," I ordered. Maybe it was more of a plea. I just knew I needed him. Needed this. 

He took charge from there. He withdrew from me slowly...then the fucking started. There was no more slow and gentle now. It was raw need. From both of us.