Letting Go (7 page)

She blinked.

He wished he could take back his words, but his mouth spoke the truth before his mind presented the proper way to ask. “I mean, I would love to taste you right now. You smell so good. Can I taste you?”

She frowned.

What the hell did he say? His mouth needed to take a break and allow his mind to lead for a few minutes. Except, his cock had kidnapped his brain. Everything entering and leaving his thoughts revolved around him being balls deep inside her tight channel.

“I’m falling.”

He snapped out of his lust filled reverie. “What?” He hefted her upward. “There, better?”

She nodded but didn’t meet his gaze.

He walked to the sofa and released her. He sat and pulled her on his lap. If they never had sex he didn’t want her to turn away and not look him in the eye. With other women, it didn’t matter. But it seemed alien for her not to meet his gaze.

“We don’t have to do anything, Kelly. Can I just hold you? We fit and I like touching you.” He ran his palms down her arms while his eyes flitted between her face and her breasts. She caught him staring at her breast and he smiled. What else could he do?

She nodded and joined him. He pulled her close and stroked her outer thigh, each time his hand went higher until it lay beneath her dress on her ass. She didn’t object and he wouldn’t ask again.

His other hand rested on the curve of her breast. She eyed him. He grinned again. “These are beautiful, you can’t blame me.” He squeezed the full globe with gentle pressure, pleased when soft moans escaped her mouth. He loved her responsiveness. One hand on her tits, the other on her ass, he should have been happy. But he wanted more.

“What do you have on down here?” His questing hand outlined what had to be a tiny thong. He groaned as his imagination went into overdrive. “You’re trying to kill me. Admit it. You don’t like me and rather than admit it, you’re going to leave me with the worst case of blue balls in history.” He pulled the strap of the thong and released it, pleased with the snapping sound.

“Hey, that’s not nice.” She pouted.

His brow rose. “Not nice is wearing it and not allowing me to see.” He lifted the hem up, and craned his neck over her to see better. “I see your thigh and the top of your ass. Come on baby, stand and pull up the dress so I can see.” He continued rubbing her thigh, repeating his request.

Then it hit him.
What the hell am I doing
?
Begging? For pussy?
His hand stopped, and he placed it on the sofa.

She looked at him.

He met her stare. He never begged. Either she would or wouldn’t, her choice, but damned if he’d ask again. She pushed against his chest and stood. His heart dropped. She’d leave now. He’d just have to deal with the fallout, but he wouldn’t keep pushing.

Grant looked up, tracked her backward steps and wished he could see through the material. He imagined the back of the thong nestled between her firm ass and the front showing just enough of her mound to keep him awake all night. Damn, why’d he like this stubborn woman?

Enough already.
He pushed against the sofa to stand and walk her downstairs. He’d return and take matters into his own hands for relief. It took a minute to realize her dress inched upward as if pulled by a hidden drawstring. His gaze locked onto the hem until the palest lavender thong showed.

He swallowed hard and leaned back. The sight of her smooth pussy left him speechless. She didn’t stop at the top of the thong. No, she decided to ruin his night and his entire week by showing her slender waist and the bottom of her heavy breasts.

“Damn, Kelly.” He hadn’t realized he spoke, or that he'd moved from the sofa until he saw her breasts in the palm of his hand. Swatches of lavender material covered the heavy globes. He unsnapped the back and the round, heavy globes filled his palm. “Take off the dress.” She held it high on her chest. He didn’t wait for her to comply. He leaned forward and kissed her nipples. Before the dress hit the ground, he had one tasty bud into his mouth and twisted the other between his fingers.

Her hands held onto his shoulders as he played with her breast and sucked her nipple.

“Grant,” she whispered, her voice ragged, thready.

“Yes, baby?”
His teeth grazed the taut buds of her nipples.

“That feels good.”

He smiled. In a classroom, he’d sit back, take notes and let her rule. She excelled in that arena. But in the bedroom, or any room where sex took place, he reigned.

“It gets better.”

She moaned and made one of the sounds she’d made earlier. His dick throbbed with the need to be inside her tight sheath.

He’d asked. She never said no. Taking her their first time on the couch or worse, floor, didn’t sit well with him. He lifted her and moved with long strides out that room and down the hall to his bedroom. She held on but didn’t say anything.

With one hand he yanked the cover off the bed and lay her down. She inched upward and then stopped. He hadn’t taken his gaze off her.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered. He couldn’t stop looking at her long toned legs and high heels. Her pussy had a thin layer of curls on top; her folds were damp with moisture. Her trim waist, full breasts, and luscious ass, how had he missed all of this when they met?

She raised her arms. Nothing else needed to be said. With haste and practiced precision, he stripped down to his skin and sat on the side of the bed. He had to slow down or this would be over in minutes. His fingertips touched her belly with long light strokes, watching her entire body shiver.

“Look at me.” He waited until she met his gaze and then ran two fingers down the side of her pussy and played in her juices. “You’re wet for me.”

She nodded.

He placed the two fingers in his mouth. Her brow rose, but she never spoke or turned away. “You taste sweet. I knew you would.” He slid the fingers inside her warmth, pleased when her inner walls clenched around his digits.
Tight.
He sucked her juices from his fingers, slid back, and removed the thong and her heels. He widened her legs and lay between them. “Relax, doc. I got this.” He licked her tender folds. She made one of those sounds she’d made at dinner. Pleased to be on the right track, he continued licking her juices before he twirled his tongue on her clit. Sensing her mounting pleasure, he stroked faster with his fingers and latched onto her clit, giving it a hard suck.

Her scream and pulsing walls shocked him. In his experience women took much longer to orgasm. The good doctor turned out to be full of surprises. As the shudders lessened, he eased his fingers out of her greedy pussy, ready to fill it with his cock. Reaching over, he pulled a condom from the drawer and slid it on while watching for any signs she didn’t want to go further. To him, oral sex served as an appetizer, he wanted to give her the main course.

He rose above her and waited until her eyes opened. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah.” She widened her legs in invitation, and he sunk in balls deep.

Chapter 5

“Your son’s gay, you know that right?” Kelly’s sister Jessie said, walking into the living room of the condo they had rented for spring break in Key West. Crisp sunlight flowed through the windows. The open sliding door allowed soothing ocean sounds to fill the room.

“No, he’s not.” She didn’t bother looking up from the finishing touches she put on the roast. This year the three of them played hooky from the family reunion. She couldn’t stomach spending time with her aunt or the rest of their large family after her aunt accused her of ruining her life. The woman thought arguing and heated discussions were an Olympic sport and went for the gold or jugular. She wasn’t up for it this time. “Just because you went through a sexual revolution last year you think everyone else is in the same parade.”

Kelly had been in a great mood all week. She and Grant had gotten together twice at his condo before she left town. At first, she resented the hidey hole the condo represented, but when he asked if she wanted him to come to her house, she understood. Now she appreciated they had such a nice place to get together. She’d been afraid Jessie would pick up on her big news, but her sister decided Robin made for better conversation.

Jessie picked up a raw carrot, took a big bite, crunching and pointed at her. “I’m not ashamed to admit I’m bisexual. I prefer men, but I’m also attracted to women.”

Kelly sighed and glanced at her older sister. Being nine months apart, physically they could pass for twins. Same height, same dress size, similar faces, but that’s where it ended. Their personalities skittered to opposite ends of the scale.

“How many women, Jessie? One… not a relationship, you thought she was hot. She thought you were hot. You what? Touched her thigh? That does
not
make you bisexual.” Kelly had attended so many seminars on sexuality for her job, her head swam.

“She went down on me.” Jessie threw the comment over her shoulder, walked to the sofa and sat.

Speechless, Kelly bit down on the “eww” springing to her lips. Grant loved going down on her, he insisted on doing it every time they met. But she couldn’t imagine a woman between her legs. She picked up another carrot to chop and gazed at the knife and not her sister. Maybe now would be a good time to tell Jessie about Grant.

“Nothing to say?”

She heard the smugness in Jessie’s voice. The woman was more adventurous than her, ready to try anything as long as it was new and exciting.

“Um…oh? You have fun?”

“It was okay, but I couldn’t relax and enjoy it. I prefer men, hard chests and all that.” She crossed her legs and tapped the carrot against her chin, a sure sign she intended to go into graphic details. Kelly had no interest in hearing that particular escapade.

“Okay. Well… okay.” She covered the roasting pan and placed it in the oven. Her sister continued playing with the carrot while she cleaned the kitchen. Kelly marshaled her thoughts, eager to share her recent adventure.

“Straight up, Kell, Robin is gay,” Jessie said, her tone serious.

Kelly closed the large refrigerator, wiped her hands on the dish towel and turned to deal with the ridiculous statement. At least Jessie waited until Robin was at the beach hanging with other teens who came south for either Easter or spring break. Now, she needed her sister to back off with this nonsense. Irritated at the delay of her personal good news, she’d put Grant on the back burner for a few minutes.

“You do remember I’ve attended training classes to deal with gay students? I took a class so that I can recognize the signs of abuse and help gay students in finding help for them and their parents. I can assure you Robin does not fall into that 89% of gay men with a cross-sex-type childhood. No dolls, no dressing up in my things, no girlie play. Robin is all boy.” She ran her hand through her hair, displacing a few curls.

“He’s my nephew, the son I’ll never have, but he likes boys. With your training you know the importance of discussing this to help him.” Her sister’s earnest expression made her temper her response.

“Help him? I can’t…damn it, he’s not gay, Jessie. He’s shy. He’s sixteen –”

“Almost seventeen and a junior in High school and first string running back. Girls are after him big time –”

“He’s shy around girls, lots of boys are shy.” The idea that her son liked boys set off alarm bells in her mind. No way. She would know, right? No, Jessie was being Jessie, seeing things that weren’t there.

Jessie placed her hand on Kelly’s arm. “Remember when we were in sixth grade and I had this crush on Roberto Gonzales?” Kelly nodded. Jessie’s birthday landed in the middle of November. Kelly’s birth date hit the first day of the following August, they entered school at the same time and shared many classes.

“Remember how I chased after him, wrote his name on everything, and started calling myself Jessie Gonzales?”

“Yeah. Grandma got mad at you and grounded you a few times.” She wondered where this memory lane stroll would take them. Her sister had chased the handsome Spanish guy for weeks, and then stopped. Kelly recalled asking why, Jessie never told.

“I went to his house, nobody knew. He didn’t invite me over or anything. I remember thinking his mom was beautiful. She let me in and sent me to his room.” She paused. “She seemed happy to see me. Anyway, I went to his room, knocked, and walked in. He jumped up, wild eyed when he saw me. It took a moment for me to understand what I saw. He had all these posters of guys, athletes, musicians, actors…all men, on his wall.”