Grady
watch her leave and almost have to physically restrain myself from going after her.
Perhaps it’s because it’s been too long since I’ve had a woman. I’ve been so occupied
with the company that I have given no time whatsoever to sexual relations, and I can now see that it’s
messing with my head.
After releasing a deep breath, I return back to my meeting on the second floor and we continue with
our discussion. However, I have gone considerably quieter and can’t help but stare down the glass
view, hoping to catch a glimpse of a blood red dress amidst the sea of people. I know it’s fruitless but
still I try, because I can’t get that kiss out of my head. My cock throbs with a delicious ache as it
relays to me its desire to be sheathed inside of her... to be milked free of its excitement and
frustrations.
“I’m going to call it a night,” the recluse finally announces, and both men rise to their feet.
“Me too ,” Mark says. “I’ve gotta get back to the wife and kids.”
I, too, am ready to bring this meeting to a close, so I rise with them and head out. They go on their
way when we reach the ground floor while I slip my hands into my pockets. My eyes scan across the
sea of writhing bodies and I realize now, I should have at least gotten her phone number.
After paying the tab, I make my way out of the club and call for my car. The night is still quite young
at 2 AM but then I figure it’s time to get a good night’s sleep. I toy with the idea of going home with
someone else but I can’t work up any motivation for it. Especially after that girl. Blair. I can even
still remember her name.
“Fuck,” I curse, wishing once again, that I had gotten her number. The oversight makes me want to
smoke a cigarette and it’s been quite a while since I’d indulged in the habit. My Mercedes soon pulls
up at the curb.
The young, curly haired valet brings the key over, his eyes wide with excitement. “Sick ride, man.”
I give him a smile as I round the vehicle and get in. In no time, the ignition is started but as I’m about
to pull away, there is a tap on the passenger window.
I turn to it, wondering who it could be and meet the view of ample cleavage, and full lips.
I roll the glass down and a pair of green twinkling eyes meets my gaze. That red dress telling me who
this is. My heart freezes inside my chest.
“I need a ride,” she says. “My party abandoned me.”
Without a second thought, I unlock the door and watch, mesmerized, as slim fair legs slide into the
car.
She shuts the door with a smile and turns to me. “Nice car,” she says.
The compliment barely registers with me. “Where do you want me to take you?”
“Anywhere,” Blair replies, her gaze darkening.
With a half-cocked grin at the double meaning, I turn away, put the car in gear and pull out into the
traffic.
I don’t take her to my house. The Brown Palace is a pretty luxurious option, so I get a room for us,
and in no time we’re alone.
“What do you want to drink?” I ask.
She settles down on the end of the bed. “Red wine is good,” she says.
Now, I take a second to look at her and realize there is a slight problem. Under clear, bright lighting, I
can see that she is much more beautiful than I had thought but her beauty right now is more innocent,
than sultry.
She is still wildly appealing, but now rather than the sophisticated lady I had painted in my mind, I am
now considering how to go softly on her, or if it’s even legal for her to be in the same room as I am. I
think for a moment on how to phrase my question lightly, but when nothing comes to mind, I just revert
to normal and say just what I want to, “How old are you?” I ask.
Just as expected, her response is a slight frown. She uncrosses her legs and glares at me. “Excuse
me?”
I’m not moved by her reaction. “You look way younger than I thought.”
“I’m of age,” she answers coldly.
“Let me see your ID.”
She rises to her feet then, indignation across her face. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She grabs her
purse and turns.
For a moment I watch her storm away, but then I can’t let her leave. So I go after her and just as she
jerks the door open, I reach out above her and slam it back shut.
“Hey!” She spins around to protest, but finds herself trapped between my frame and the door.
“Move!” She orders, her eyes glowing with annoyance.
I note that she is doing all she can to avoid touching me. My voice lowers, “Don’t get me wrong,” I
say. “I want to fuck you, in a hundred different ways but I need to know that I’m not going to be put in
jail after that.”
Her eyes maliciously bore into mine, but her offense has come down a notch. Her hands begin to
move and without taking her eyes from mine, she produces her driver’s license. She holds it so close
to my face that I can barely see it. “I’m twenty-one,” she says. “Is this enough proof for you?”
I confirm the numbers that I want to, and she puts it away. “You’ve asked your question,” she says.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
I laugh at the challenge in her tone. She is indeed feisty and I feel my cock swelling in the exhilaration
with each passing moment. “Go ahead,” I say.
A mischievous smirk lifts a corner of her mouth. “I want you on your knees,” she says. “Eat me out.
Let’s start there.”
I laugh out loud, the sound hearty and rumbling and it’s a surprise to the both of us. It has been a while
since I have been so out rightly challenged and disrespected like this, and it is thrilling. Perhaps she
had expected that I would be offended. However, I am anything but. I lower my frame, and grab the
back of her thighs to pull her towards me.
I hear the little gasp that escapes her lips, and look up to see her slightly widened eyes. My hands
reach up to grab her ass, and my grip is so hard that she falters, almost falling into me. I can hear her
breathing becoming harsher as her hands move to my head to steady herself.
My fingers hook into the strap of lace on her waist, and with a sharp tug, I begin to pull the thong
down her thighs. But then halfway through, I change my mind. I rip the flimsy lace apart and fling it
away from her.
“Hey! That’s expensive...” She begins to say when the words suddenly die on her tongue. Her dress
is now bunched around her waist, completely exposing her and it seems it has made her quite shy.
With a smile, I run my hand down her pretty crotch then I slide my middle finger through the slick
folds.
Her hips begin to writhe, almost as though she wants to escape but that is no longer a possibility.
“Hold onto me,” I order and lift one of her legs. I hang it across my shoulder, tilt my head, and seal
my mouth over her pulsing clit.
Her gasp resounds across the room, and its sharpness spurs me on. She tastes sweet, warm, and sinful
and it messes with my head.
“Grady...” The breathy call of my name registers to me from a distance, but I pay it no mind. I suck
greedily on the swollen bud of her arousal in a hard rapid rhythm, and in no time, her body is
squirming and contorting uncontrollably above me. With a hand across her stomach to pin her to the
wall, I dip my head even lower and give her entire cleft a thorough lick from the top through the
completely drenched slit.
Then my tongue spears into her opening.
Little Blair buckles with an even louder grasp. “S-stop,” she tries to say.
I can only laugh darkly in my mind. I haven’t even begun.