A Graceful Mess (14 page)

“Today is your birthday?”

“Yes. The big twenty-three… really it isn’t a big deal, to me at least. Just another day. But Maci has this whole celebration planned out for tonight. Speaking of, what time is it?” He looks over my shoulder; his movement makes me curious so I turn around too. There is an alarm clock sitting on the dresser, but there is no time showing. Reminding us both that the electricity is out, he moves my leg and reaches into his pocket.

“It’s only two o’clock. Keep going I want to know more about you.”

“There isn’t much else to know.” His hand rises, causing me to flinch. I know he notices from the look in his eyes, but he continues moving it towards my face. Placing it on my cheek, his fingers slowly move my head closer to his and then he kisses me, slowly at first, but then more passionately than I have ever been kissed; even more than on our night not long ago. My lungs are begging for air, but I can’t seem to break the connection our lips have to breathe. Breathing in Parker’s scent is enough for me. If I die right now from lack of oxygen, I will die a very, very happy woman.

I have zero willpower in me to stop kissing her. I knew she had a past; her timid behavior told me that much. Hearing about some jackass makes my blood boil, and then learning it’s her birthday is just icing on the cake.

How did I miss that?

What a shitty job of investigating I’m doing! And why did she flinch when I went to touch her? I have never laid a hand on a woman and I don’t think I’ve given her a reason to be scared of me in the short amount of time we have known each other. It makes me wonder about this old boyfriend and what she meant by “he did something awful.” Her panting brings me back, and her rocking on top of me clouds my thoughts.

“Let me give you a birthday present, okay?” It isn’t really a question. I was going to give it to her before I learned it was her birthday, but now I will make it extra special. Last time was nice; hell, I was attracted to her at the bar so filling her body with parts of mine felt amazing. Even her sudden daringness made me horny, but today is different. She was upset this morning, and I want to do anything I can to make sure she is happy, even if it’s solely using my mouth.

“You have to listen to me though, okay?” She nods.

“And do what I say?”

“Okay.” She sounds nervous and hesitates to respond, but she could have said no.

Her willingness to obey makes my dick twitch in my pants. Kristy and I used to play these games. Then after we split I met this chick, Melody, at some bar downtown, and she was, well, to put it nicely, a freak. Like hardcore – whippings and getting off from torture type shit. It never appealed to me before, until she made me submit to her. I’m man enough to admit that, and it was pure ecstasy. I don’t do drugs, but if I did, it would be equivalent to the same type of high. Since then I have been a little more adventurous in the bedroom. I have always enjoyed sex and had a lot of it, both before and after Kristy. But now sex is different. There is something so liberating about pushing a woman to her breaking point and making her wait until you tell her to come. The first time around was mild. I pushed Grace, but nothing like she is about to get. After all it is her birthday; I think she deserves something special.

“I want you to kiss me, kiss me hard, like you’re never going to see me again.” Disappointment creeps its way onto her face, but is soon replaced by hunger and a need to be filled. Her lips find mine again. Opening my mouth I allow her tongue to enter. With every stroke of her tongue, her pelvis grinds against my body. The thin fabric of the basketball shorts I am wearing does nothing to hide the hard-on forming in my boxers. Strikes of lightning highlight the sky and allow enough light to shine through the windows to give me a perfect view of the angel sitting on top of me.

“Do you like kissing me hard like that?”

Through the panting of her breathing she says, “Yes.”

“Do you want me to kiss you? Somewhere other than your mouth?”

The temperature is hot; it almost makes your lungs feel claustrophobic. I can feel my length getting longer. Grabbing her ass, I scoop her off of my lap and sit her on the bed. She scoots up so she is now against the headboard. Sliding down her long, slender legs, I pick up one of her feet. They are almost as beautiful as she is. If a woman has a nice set of tits and a perky ass, we are golden, but having nice feet…well, let’s say those are the types of characteristics that make a woman wife material. And Grace has them all.

They are as soft as the rest of her skin. Looking up to meet her eyes, she looks nervous. I raise one up and kiss the instep of her foot on the side. My action makes her toes curl. She hasn’t seen anything yet. The thought makes me smile as my lips leave a trail of kisses until her big toe is perched on my lips. I slowly kiss it. Her back arches in the air and the sound of her taking a sharp breath excites me. One hand holds her foot in place and the other holds her heel. I stay in the same position kissing her, marking her with my mouth, until her body trembles and she does everything but open her mouth and beg for more. But that’s my goal. I want her to beg. I want her to come unglued, until those naughty words, “fuck me,” leave her sweet mouth again.

Grabbing both of her ankles, I pull her towards me, and then in one swift motion remove my shirt. Now I am topless, and so is she. Sitting on my knees with her legs resting on my thighs, I bend to kiss her. Her hands come up and she runs her fingers through my hair. Innocently tugging my hair she laughs. Little does she know I like it rough, and that simple act turns me on more than she could ever imagine. Moving my mouth to her cheek, my body bends closer as my lips descend down her neck. Giving her a sample, I suck and lick her skin. My tongue travels from her neck to her chest. Reaching behind her back my fingers start to undo her bra clasp. She leans up, giving me better access. I look up and see her staring down at me. The room is silent, but I swear her eyes are talking, urging me to continue on my journey. Once the clasp is free, I bite the bra strap and tug on it. She moves her shoulder a little bit, giving the strap room to wiggle before it slides off. Last time, I was so eager to be inside her I didn’t take my time messing with the little things like this, but this time I want to enjoy it. We’ve both proven our attraction, and honestly, I don’t know how long I could have stayed away anyways. The mindless broad I’ve had a few times over the past few weeks didn’t do anything to fill my need. Yeah, she got me off, but the entire time it was Grace I pictured riding me. Now I have the real thing again, and time is on my side.

Her nipples are already hard. We make eye contact, but again she doesn’t say a word as I bend to put one in my mouth. I stay looking at her as her skin touches my lips. I move my tongue over it slowly and then flick it, causing Grace to moan. The sound is like music to my ears. My lips surround it and then start to suck. Pulling it up and then placing my teeth lightly around it, I bite.

“Ahh...” she cries out. Just like I knew she would. I feel her hand grab a fistful of my hair. She doesn’t say stop, so I continue. Moving to the other nipple I do the same. Hell, I don’t want it to feel left out; it’s like I’m obligated to share the love. Then I descend and leave little kisses on her toned stomach. She has to work out; there is no doubt about it. She definitely does something to stay in shape; I just wonder what it is. Once I reach her panty line, I move my pointer finger and drag it along the hem. Her legs shift as her pelvis tilts in the air. I’m sure my touch is driving her wild, but she hasn’t made a peep yet. Her skin is soft, and shaven, just like I remember. There is nothing I love more than a clean, shaven woman. Who wants to play in a furry jungle? Not me, that’s for damn sure. Her pelvis tilts up in the air so her ass is no longer resting on the mattress, indicating she wants her panties off.

I shake my head side to side. “Not yet, sweetheart.” Her lips part, but again she doesn’t speak. She is better at this game than I suspected. Laying her legs on the bed beside me I extend mine out in front of me, so our legs are making a diamond shape in front of us. Looking down I see my cock sticking up. She notices me looking at my own dick and slowly moves her butt up so she is sitting upright. Crawling on her knees she moves to hover on top of me, but her weight is still on the mattress. Mimicking my recent actions, she kisses my lips, then neck, and stops in front of my chest. Tilting her head up, her eyes are hooded and asking for permission. Nodding my head up and down, her tongue glides across my nipple, the pierced one.

Years ago, Ramsey tried to talk me into letting him give me a tattoo. There was no way I was letting him practice on me when there were drunker than hell paying customers he could practice on. His internship years were the worst, but every time I was at the shop he asked. He is a persistent little fucker is what he is, and finally I caved. Instead of letting him practice tattooing, I let him give me a piercing. I’m not sure why I still have it in, but right now feeling Grace’s lips suck on it, moving the bar around with her teeth, makes me thank God I never took it out. Getting her nipple fix, she moves down, placing little kisses wherever her lips land, until there is no more exposed skin left to kiss. Her cheek brushes the head of my dick that is hiding beneath my shorts.

She freezes.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

Hesitating, she asks, “Can I?”

There is something about her I just can’t grasp. One second she is shy, almost fragile, and the next second she is a horny beast. Like my dick is her crack and she is addicted. Her dainty hands lift the waistband of my shorts, exposing my shaven skin. She stops and looks up. I nod, and she accepts my go ahead, continuing to pull down my shorts. I decide to lift my hips to make it easier, as she lowers my shorts and boxers to my knees. My dick springs out of them. If God gifted me with anything, it was a giant cock.

Now is not the time to be nervous. I’ve made it this far, and I’ve read enough smut to know what to do. I don’t remember it being so big and thick last time. Really, I never got a good look at it before, but it is, like, huge. I wonder how he fit it all inside of me before. It’s either now or never. I’ve certainly thought about it enough. At home, when I knew Maci was asleep. I thought about him and doing this to him. I want to watch him get excited, the same way his touch and mouth excite me.

All right. I’m going do it.

He leans back so he is almost lying on the bed, but his elbows are holding him up, supporting his weight as he peers down his chiseled chest. Breaking our gaze, my hand travels up his leg and around his shaft. It is thick, like really thick. My small hand doesn’t even fit around the whole thing. I lick my lips and make my move. Hovering over top of him, I lower my head and part my mouth. The head of his penis is wet. I remember Maci talking about pre-cum before and its salty taste. His skin touches my bottom lip. It is hot. Opening my mouth, I put the tip of his erection into my mouth and close my lips. As my tongue traces it, its shape reminds me of a mushroom. He clears his throat. The sound makes me freeze.

Oh, God. He doesn’t like it. He knows this is my first time and thinks I’m no good at it.

I can’t look up, scared to see the disappointment in his eyes. I open my mouth and pull his penis out of it and lay it sideways over on his thigh, then slowly start to back up, dragging a pillow up with me to cover my body.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

He should know.

Hello? I suck at giving head.

“Parker, I know I’m no good at that. It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. If you want I can just get dressed and you can take me home.”

“Home?”

I look towards the door in embarrassment. Without warning he reaches up and grabs my arm, pulling my body on top of his. His penis is under my pelvis. I feel it twitch and for a brief moment wonder if I am crushing it.

“Don’t you dare doubt yourself. Your lips around my cock feels like a dream. One I have been having for weeks. Do you feel that? Did you see it? Did you see how fucking horny I am? It’s hard as a rock. Do you know why?” I shake my head. He points his index finger into my chest gently as I lie on top of him.