Just That Easy (5 page)

He pushed her back into the tiles, pulling her knee up to
rest her foot against the edge of the tub he rewarded her hand working his cock
by sliding two thick fingers deep inside of her. A sharp cry burst from her
lips and he pushed deeper, stroking a spot she’d never been able to find on her
own. Waves of appreciation for his anatomical knowledge coursed through her.
The intense heat pulsing through her made her want to pull the same
uncontrollable noises from him. She twisted her hand, pushing deep onto the hot
wetness of him, feeling the power of control as his hips began to pump into her
hand.

He leaned into her, biting her shoulder, and she pumped
harder. Slick with his own wetness and the water, her hand slid smoothly down
over him, pushing hard against the base of his cock. Slipping his heavy, wet
balls back with her hand, she rolled them softly and reached deep. Pulling back
with the curve of her finger, she pressed hard against the thick vein that ran
the entire length of his cock all the way to the tip. She swirled her fingers
across the slit, feeling it open at her caress, then slid her hand firmly
downward again.

He gave a deep grunting moan, pulled his fingers from within
her and grabbed her hips with both of his strong hands. He hauled her forward
into his chest, but even crushed against him she didn’t let loose, keeping up
the ever-faster stroking of his cock. She loved how it made him lose himself
into what she was doing.

After just one more he lurched his hips away from her.
Grabbing her arms, he spun her around so that his jutting erection was now
pressed firmly against her ass. The strength in him moving her easily where he
wanted her was a rush. He was gentle, not at all rough but commanding, strong.
She’d never had a man pull so much from her so easily.

Reaching for her breasts, he slid his fingers over her wet
nipples, pinching them gently, and she arched backward, biting her lip. He used
her momentum against her and pushed forward. She felt the intense sensation of
his thick cock suddenly filling her to almost screaming. Her hands went flat
against the tiles as he immediately began bucking his hips hard into her,
plunging deeper and faster with every stroke. He growled, pushing her shoulders
down, grabbing her hips and slamming her back and forth into his powerful
thrusts.

“God dammit, Teryn, I can’t fucking hold back when I’m
inside you.”

His voice was heavy, rasping like bark being scraped from a
thick tree limb. The heat spreading through her inner walls as his rock-hard
cock slammed in and out of her made her push against the tiles, her hips
grinding back into him, willing him to push deeper. All sense of worry about
what she was doing, what he might be thinking about what she was doing, was
totally gone. The way he just possessed her made her feel as if she could do no
wrong when it came to showing him how much she needed him.

“God that’s so good.” She panted against the tiles. She felt
the muscles between her thighs clench tighter around him. Thank you, Dr. Kegel.
She pushed harder. The sound of his wet hips smacking her ass filled her head.
Followed by the small moaning sounds she was making as he set the deepest
reaches of her wet pussy on fire. Her moves to take him as deep and hard as she
could weren’t lost on him, she felt his cock grow thicker, hotter, if that was
possible.

Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed deeper into her. Already
on her toes, he lifted her with each stroke, his strong hands locked on her,
the only thing keeping her from crashing into the porcelain tiles. One more
lunging thrust.

“That what you want?”

“Yes…please…yes!” She clenched her muscles again, felt the
pulse of his throbbing cock as she tightened around him. Every thrust slamming
home, she felt the fullness of him, filling her to almost more than seemed possible.

“Fuck, I can’t take it when you pull at me like that! You
take every inch and want more, so tight…so sweet.”

He lurched forward into her, two huge and lunging thrusts
and she could feel the heat of him filling her, as his cock pulsed heavily
inside her. She panted heavily, pressing her cheek against the cool tiles.
Nothing had ever felt so intense as this, so good. He leaned forward, the
weight of him falling against her back, his arms circling around her and
pulling her in tight against his chest.

“Better than blueberry pancakes,” was all she could manage
to whisper.

He rumbled that laugh against her back. She felt his lips
begin to travel up toward her shoulder, the rough stubble of his unshaven face
scruffing against her skin. Straightening up, he pulled her back around to face
him. Those blue eyes, still smoky with the ebbing heat of his desire, burned
into her. He reached for the soap, lathering up a washcloth.

“That wasn’t fair, you made me come before I could do what I
wanted to do to you. Again.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“No, but you will be. Sort of. ‘Cause there is no way I’m
letting that one go unpunished again.”

The word
unpunished
sent a twinge through her. A
twinge of almost fear at the ominous sound of it. It also made a hot gush of
wetness release from inside her. Since when did being afraid turn her on? She
didn’t have time to think much on that as he took the washcloth and slowly
pulled it over first one breast, then the other. The rough, nubby fabric wet
and heavy with lather pulled at her tight nipples, bringing them up even harder
and thicker in the steamy air. Reaching for her hand, he pulled her fingers to
his lips, licking them with the tip of his warm tongue. Then he guided them to
her nipple, still dripping lather, using her own fingertips to circle the outer
edge of the rigid flesh. His wicked grin was the last thing she saw as she
sucked in a deep, breathy moan and her eyes rolled back. The feel of him using
her own fingers against her hard nipple sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating
straight down into the pit of her belly.

“Keep them there,” he whispered against her neck in that
deliciously deep male voice of his. “And keep your eyes closed.”

One small nip of his teeth against her throat and the warmth
of him disappeared. Until it resurfaced between her thighs, as she felt his
hands pushing them apart. She complied and let him lift her knee again as he
placed her foot back up on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs wide to him.
A sudden rush of warm breath tickled the ultrasensitive skin along the inner
edges of her thighs, making her belly go tight with the sudden proximity of his
face between her legs. Not
seeing
it, but still seeing it in her mind,
that thick mat of his unruly black hair hovering just over her sent another quiver
through her. That barely had time to register before a hot, soft tongue darted
fast and straight down between the inner folds of her tender flesh, against the
pulsing knot of her clit. The shock of his tongue moving purposefully against
her made her knees nearly buckle, but he caught her with his strong hands,
pinning her to the back wall of the shower.

He licked little circles over her before moving his tongue
back to slide it between every inch of her wet flesh, then slipping it slowly
inside her, sending her off again into the haze. He moved back to the pulsing
knot of her clit, sucked it gently between his lips, again, and again, and
again. The torturing assault of his mouth was relentless, furious, and he held
her hard against his face as he worked her into what must be something similar
to the puddling soap lather at her feet.

“Look at me, Teryn.”

Meeting his eyes sent a new shockwave through her. Their
gazes locked even as his tongue kept up the frenzied licking that was pushing
her into oblivion.

“Move your fingers.” The feel of his voice against her flesh
hummed through her.

She’d forgotten that they still rested over her taut nipple.
She twitched them slightly, pinching her nipple gently. A thousand volts of
electricity flashed through her and she stiffened. Her throat clamped closed
and the sharp cry that escaped her was muffled, torn.

“Do it again.”

“I can’t,” she rasped at him, her eyes still locked with
his.

“Do it.”

“It’s too much, I’m…oh god.”

Just then she felt the waves of bursting color and light
ready to flood through her. Instantly the tongue stopped and the warm feel of
his lips against her disappeared. It was just enough to pull her back from
collapsing into him in a crashing orgasm. It was painful. Her mind was already
pleading for him not to stop before the words could reach her lips.

“Don’t stop, god please don’t stop.”

“Oh no. You’re not getting off that easy. I told you that
you were going to complain before I was done.”

He stood, pushing into her, crushing her with his bulky weight.
She welcomed the heavy feel of him against her, it felt so overpowering, the
sturdy comfort of his hard body overtaking hers. His mouth devoured her, she
tasted the tang of her own juice on them, and the saltiness of his. The idea of
him burying his face there, licking and sucking her, filled with not only her
own wetness, but his too, made her knees nearly buckle.

“I need to feel you come on me again. It makes me insane how
hot you get so fast, you know that?”

How could his words send such sharp stabs of need through
her? Then the feel of the still iron-hard length of his cock pressed against
her belly made her whimper, wiggling against him.

“Tell me you want me again. I love to hear your voice like
that in my ear.”

“I want you, Grant. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want
you. Please…” she whispered hoarsely against his stubbled cheek.

“That’s all I need to know.”

Instantly he was buried in her to the hilt, breathing hard
against her shoulder. She felt her slick wetness envelop him, pulling him in.
He regained some control this time and slid back out of her a little more
slowly, more measured. Then his big hand crept between their bodies, squeezing
into what little space was open for his thumb to find the hard knot of her clit
again.

“I know I can’t last that long, damn what you do to me.
You’ll have to make it there quick this time, baby, I can’t be leaving you
behind again.”

As if she could last through his unbelievably talented
torture.

The pressure of his thumb working circles on her pulsating
clit, the friction causing her to writhe and twist on him as he slowly slid
himself in and out of her, brought her back immediately to the point of that
dark, soft moment just before the whole universe caught on fire. It was
impossible not to come quickly. The need he’d worked up in her was
overpowering.

A whimpering cry came from her, then built to a small almost
scream as she cascaded down over him. He stopped the slow-paced rhythmic
gliding in and out of her, and rammed deeply, his thumb still pressed against her,
coaxing the last few spasms from her.

“That’s it, pull me in deeper. Hard, yes! One more time…”
His deep voice echoed in the shower as he moaned out the last gasp of his
release, the burst of his liquid heat flooding into her.

They collapsed against each other. Relieved he still had the
strength to hold her up, she thought she’d slide down into the tub like a
spineless mess if he hadn’t. Her knees quivered, her thighs were like jelly.
She couldn’t remember ever having sex leaving her unable to walk, but she was
sure she couldn’t right now.

They stayed locked against each other. She waited to be able
to breathe, to stop the continual bursts of stars flooding behind her eyelids.
His lips found hers, softly, teasing them apart slowly with his tongue. His kiss
was sweet, searching, affectionate.

The water went suddenly cold—he yelped and she squealed.
Laughing, they jumped out of the shower, her thoughts coming a little more
lucid after the cold shock. She got her wish to see his tightly rippled abs
disappear underneath the edge of one of those fluffy white towels as he wrapped
it around his waist. He turned to wrap her up in one as well, rubbing her arms
gently with his hands. He leaned in and kissed her again.

“I don’t want to spend one minute after I leave that library
without you. Meet me? Or, just stay here, if you like. Wait for me.”

“I can’t stay here.”

His eyes turned dark for a moment, disappointment he didn’t
try to hide. Then she let him off the hook. “I have to drive you to work.”

“Oh, right.” He grinned.

They dressed, and left the apartment hand in hand. The
morning was warm, fragrant. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was a raging
downpour, it couldn’t have ruined her mood. Nothing like some incredibly hot
sex with a guy like Grant to ease what ailed you.

The walk back to the bar where her Jeep had been left parked
seemed short, the drive to the library even shorter. The lack of conversation
was comfortable, but she felt her muscles tense and shiver with nervousness as
she pulled up in front of the small building. It wasn’t that she thought he
would just jump out and leave, it was that she was anxious knowing that he
wouldn’t. Him smiling at her, his blue eyes sending sparks through her thighs,
his full lips curving into that wicked little grin was harder to accept than it
should be.

“Where, and when? This one’s all on you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. Take the next step, Teryn. You can be in charge
too you know. And yes, I’m making the jump that you want to spend more time
with me. A lot more, I hope.”

“Well, telling me to do it is still kind of leading me,
isn’t it?”

He shook his head, laughing. “You’re wicked, you know that?
Give a desperate guy a break here.”

“Desperate. Right.” She sighed. It echoed contentment mixed
with the edge of moving into a place she hadn’t been before, not like this. “I
do want to spend more time with you. When are you done?”

“Six.”